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"That’s not alcohol, that’s radioactive," Levvy said, pushing the glass back toward Jess with a sticky hand. The condensation had smeared her fingers, and she wiped them on her skirt without thinking. The club’s bass pulsed through the floor, rattling her teeth.

Jess rolled her eyes and leaned in, shouting over the music. "Who cares? It’s free!" She shoved the drink back into Levvy’s grip, sloshing liquid over the rim. Levvy stared at the pinkish hue and sighed before knocking it back. It burned, but not the good kind.

Around her, bodies moved in flashes under the strobes. Levvy’s head already felt too light, her thoughts slipping sideways every time she tried to focus. She should be dancing. She should be laughing. But all she could see was the way Danny’s hips had jerked forward, the freshman’s nails digging into his back like she owned him.

"Another!" Jess yelled, already waving down some guy holding a tray. Levvy’s stomach twisted, but she held out her wrist with the neon band anyway. The guy—probably in his thirties, definitely not checking IDs—dropped two shots into her palm with a wink. She didn’t want it. But she also didn’t want to be sober right now.

Levvy usually craved the predictability of her bedroom—the soft glow of her laptop screen casting shadows as she spooned mint chocolate chip ice cream straight from the carton, reruns of ER playing just loud enough to drown out her thoughts. But tonight, the thought of her mom hovering outside her door, sighing dramatically every twenty minutes like some tragic Greek chorus, made her throat tighten. Better to be here, dizzy and half-deaf from the music, than trapped under that suffocating concern.

The shot glass was cold against her palm. She tilted it back before she could think, the liquid hitting her tongue like gasoline. Someone—maybe Jess, maybe a stranger—whooped in her ear as she coughed, the burn spreading down her chest. Her vision blurred at the edges, colors smearing into each other. Good, she thought. If she couldn’t see straight, maybe she wouldn’t see them—Danny’s stupid, guilty face, the way the freshman had smirked over his shoulder like she’d won something.

A hand grabbed her elbow, yanking her onto the dance floor. The crowd swallowed her immediately, bodies pressing close enough that she could smell sweat and cheap perfume. Levvy stumbled, her vans sticking to the tacky floor, but no one noticed. Here, she was invisible. Just another drunk girl swaying off-beat. She closed her eyes and let the bass thrum through her, pretending it could shake loose the memory of Danny’s voice—It didn’t mean anything, Lev, come on—like a dog shedding water.

The music shifted, something faster, and suddenly Jess was grinding against some guy in a backwards cap, laughing too loud. Levvy turned away, her stomach lurching. She needed air. Or another drink. Or maybe just to scream until her lungs gave out.

She opened her mouth to yell at Jess again, but the words dissolved into the bass-heavy air before they even left her lips. Jess was already lost in the crowd, her arms looped around the guy’s neck, her head thrown back in laughter. Rolling her eyes so hard it made her dizzy, Levvy turned and shouldered her way toward the bar, her vans sticking to the floor with every step. The crowd parted just enough to let her through, then swallowed the space behind her like she’d never been there at all.

She collapsed against the sticky counter, her elbows sliding a little as she caught herself. "Make me something that tastes like forgetting," she slurred to the bartender, a woman with a sharp undercut and a tattoo of a dagger along her jawline. The bartender’s eyes flicked from Levvy’s flushed face to the neon band on her wrist, and she hesitated, her fingers drumming against the polished wood. "Oh my god, just pour," Levvy groaned, pressing her forehead to the counter. The bartender muttered something about liquor licenses and lawsuits p under her breath, but the clink of ice against glass followed anyway.

The bartender slid a murky green drink toward Levvy, the glass sweating instantly in the humid air. She grabbed it without looking, her fingers slipping before she got a proper grip. As she lifted it to her lips, she caught movement to her left—a man, older than the college boys clogging the dance floor, watching her with an unreadable smirk. His leather jacket creaked when he shifted, the sound barely audible under the music. "You look about twelve," he said, voice low enough that she had to lean in to hear it. His accent curled around the edges, something unfamiliar.

Levvy bristled, the insult sharpening her focus for half a second. "Fuck off," she shot back, but it lacked heat. The drink tasted like lime and regret, bitter enough to make her throat constrict.

He chuckled, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head, studying her like she was some fascinating, half-drunk specimen under glass. Up close, his tan skin glowed under the club’s pulsing lights, the shadow of stubble along his jawline making Levvy’s fingers twitch with the stupid urge to touch it. His eyes—dark enough to swallow the strobes whole—locked onto hers with a look that wasn’t just amusement. It was something hungrier, something that slithered down her spine and pooled low in her stomach, an ache flaring to life between her legs before she could stop it.

Levvy squinted at him, her grip tightening around the sweating glass. "You gonna narc on me?" she asked, voice thick with cheap alcohol and defiance. The words came out louder than she meant them to, half-drowned by the bass thumping through the floor.

The man chuckled, shaking his head slowly. His smirk deepened, revealing a single dimple high on his left cheek. "Not my style," he said, tapping two fingers against the bar. His nails were surprisingly clean, the knuckles dusted with faded ink—a tattoo peeking out from under his cuff. "But you should slow down, kid. That shit’s gonna bite back."

Levvy snorted, tossing back the rest of her drink. The burn was familiar now, welcome even. "Not a kid," she muttered, slamming the glass down harder than necessary. Ice cubes rattled like bones in a cup. "And I can handle my own shit, thanks."

He raised his hands in surrender, the smirk never leaving his lips as he took a sip of his drink—something amber and expensive-looking, the ice clinking softly. Levvy studied him further, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his throat moved when he swallowed. Against every instinct that usually kept her curled up in bed with Netflix and ice cream, she slid onto the stool beside him with a tilt of her head that sent her brown hair spilling over one shoulder. "Levvy," she said, her voice steadier than she felt.  

The man lowered his glass, his dark eyes flicking over her face like he was memorizing it. "Levvy," he repeated, her name rolling off his tongue with that same unfamiliar lilt. "You don’t look like a Levvy."  

She arched a brow, her fingers tracing the condensation on her empty glass. "What do I look like, then?"  

"Trouble," he said simply, and the way his mouth curved around the word sent a shiver down her spine.

"Trouble?" Levvy scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard it made her temples throb. "Original. Did you pull that line out of a 90s rom-com, or just off the back of a cereal box?" The man’s smirk widened into a full grin, white teeth flashing under the club’s pulsing lights. A laugh rumbled out of him, low and rich like the hum of a bassline, and Levvy felt it vibrate through her ribs before she could stop herself from leaning closer.

"Mateo," he said, extending a hand. His fingers were warm when they brushed hers, calloused in a way that made her wonder what he did when he wasn’t lurking in clubs judging drunk girls. "And for the record, I stole the line from a fortune cookie. Ate the evidence, though."

Levvy giggled, the sound bubbling up before she could stop it, sharp and bright against the throb of the bass. She pressed her fingers to her lips, as if she could shove the laughter back in, but it was too late—Mateo was already signaling the bartender with two fingers, his smirk deepening when Levvy hiccuped into her palm. The bartender slid a fresh glass toward her, something pale gold and fizzing at the edges, garnished with a curl of lime peel. "Try this," Mateo said, nudging it closer. "Less gasoline, more... what’s the word?" He tilted his head, the strobes catching the scar above his eyebrow. "Civilized."

She eyed the drink suspiciously, but the first sip was crisp and cold, the bite of gin softened by something floral—elderflower, maybe—and the sharp tang of citrus. It didn’t burn. It lingered. Levvy blinked, her tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth as if she could chase the taste. "Huh," she said, staring at the glass like it had betrayed her. "This is actually good."

"You’re surprised?" he teased, tapping his glass against hers. The clink was lost in the music, but she felt it vibrate up her fingers anyway. "What, you thought I’d hand you another watered-down well shot?" Levvy opened her mouth to retort, but he beat her to it, leaning in so she could hear him over the noise and the look he gave her was anything but innocent. "Relax, kid," he murmured, his fingertips brushing where her wrist rested on the bar. "I’m not here to corrupt you." 

Levvy snorted, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Too late for that," she said, and the words came out huskier than she intended. The alcohol was a slow burn now, pooling low in her belly, and when Mateo’s gaze dropped to her mouth, she didn’t look away. The club’s noise faded to a dull roar, the crowd blurring at the edges of her vision. All she could see was the way his throat moved when he swallowed, the pulse jumping under his skin. Her fingers twitched with the urge to press there, to feel his heartbeat against her fingertips.

Time blurred like the neon lights smearing across Levvy’s vision. Thirty minutes dissolved into half-finished sentences and stolen glances, the bass thrumming beneath them like a second heartbeat.

He told her about Buenos Aires in a voice roughened by smoke and late nights, the way the city smelled like jacaranda blossoms and grilled meat at 2 AM. She laughed when he mimicked his abuela’s rants about his tattoos, the way she’d smack his arm with a wooden spoon every time he came home with new ink. Levvy surprised herself by admitting how she’d stolen her mom’s car at sixteen, drove all the way to Santa Cruz just to see the ocean for the first time. "Got grounded for a month," she said, swirling the ice in her glass. "Worth it." Mateo’s grin was all sharp edges and approval, his boot nudging against her sneaker under the bar.

"You don’t strike me as the type who actually enjoys this," Mateo said, swirling his drink with a flick of his wrist. His eyes tracked a group of frat boys stumbling past, their laughter sharp and performative. "All the screaming. The sticky floors. The shitty vodka disguised as tequila."

Levvy scoffed, running a finger along the rim of her glass. "Says the guy lurking in the corner like some brooding Batman villain." She tilted her head, studying him—the way his leather jacket clung to his shoulders, the deliberate sprawl of his legs like he owned the stool beneath him. "You don’t exactly scream ‘party animal’ either."

Mateo tilted his head, the club lights catching the scar above his eyebrow as he gave her a look that was all practiced nonchalance. "Can't a man just drink his sorrows away like the rest of the sad bastards in this place?" His laugh was too smooth, the kind that slid off his tongue like he'd used it before—a deflection wrapped in cheap charm. Levvy didn't buy it for a second. There was something in the way his fingers tightened around his glass, the way his gaze flicked to the exit like he was counting the steps to the door.

Mateo's smirk faltered when Levvy's shoulders tensed, her fingers gripping the glass hard enough to turn her knuckles white. "Yeah, well," she muttered, tracing a wet ring on the bar with her fingertip. The condensation smeared like the edges of her thoughts. "Turns out I'm that girl tonight." Her laugh came out hollow, bitter as the dregs of her drink. "Caught my boyfriend— ex— fucking whatever, balls-deep in some freshman ten hours ago. Guess I’m officially the cliché—drunk at the bar, drowning my sorrows in whatever shitty drink you throw at me."

She didn’t even watch for his reaction. Levvy blinked at the ceiling lights, their glare stinging worse than the alcohol. Maybe they’d stop the stupid tears from falling out of her stupid eyes. "Her nails were painted fucking periwinkle," she spat, as if that detail mattered more than the way Danny had gasped her name—not Levvy’s—when the bathroom door swung open. The memory flickered behind her eyelids: his hips stuttering mid-thrust, the girl’s startled squeak, the way Levvy had just... walked out. No screaming. No scene. Just the elevator doors closing on Danny’s panicked "Lev, wait—“

"We were supposed to—" She bit down on the sentence before it could fully form. Go to college together. Get an apartment. Be something. The plans tasted like ash now. "Doesn’t matter." Slumping forward, she pressed her forehead to the cool bar top. 

Mateo exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers curling around his glass like he wanted to crush it. "Listen to me," he said, leaning in until Levvy could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes as she lifted her head. "Any man who fucks around on you isn't just an idiot—he's clinically brain-dead." His thumb brushed the inside of her wrist where her pulse fluttered, a touch so deliberate it made her breath hitch. She didnt even notice him moving his hand over her skin. "You're the kind of woman men ruin themselves over, cariño. Not the kind they cheat on."

Levvy blinked at his words, the warmth pooling low in her stomach spreading upward until her chest burned. She shifted on the stool, thighs pressing together involuntarily as if she could smother the pulse of heat between them. With a disbelieving laugh, she shook her head, strands of hair sticking to her damp neck. "Bullshit," she said, voice cracking halfway through the word. She gestured vaguely toward the dance floor where Jess was now grinding against two guys at once. "That's the kind of girl men ruin themselves over. Not... whatever I am."

Mateo's smile softened, a quiet knowing in it that made her skin prickle. He reached out, his other hand brushing a calloused thumb along her jawline where her pulse jumped.

"You're the kind of woman who makes men forget their own names," Mateo said, his thumb still tracing her jawline. His voice dropped lower, rough like gravel under tires, but there was no smirk now—just something unsettlingly earnest in the way his dark eyes held hers. "Not because you're trying to. Because you are." He leaned in, close enough that she could count the faint scars along his eyebrow, the ones that told stories she suddenly ached to hear. "That freshman? She'll be a footnote in his pathetic little life. You? You're the whole fucking story."

Levvy's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her empty glass. The compliment landed like a punch to the ribs, knocking the air from her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like this—like she was something rare and reckless, something worth ruining yourself over. Danny had always treated her like a habit he couldn't quit, his hands possessive but never reverent.

Mateo watched her throat work as she swallowed, the club lights catching the sheen of unshed tears she refused to acknowledge. He slid the gin toward her again. "Periwinkle’s a stupid color anyways.” He added, causing a surprised laugh to punch out of Levvy’s chest. 

"Thanks," Levvy said with a watery smile, the word muffled against the rim of her glass as she ducked her head. Her fingers fumbled with a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear with more force than necessary. The gesture was too quick, too practiced—the kind of nervous tic she’d spent years pretending was casual. Mateo’s smile didn’t waver, but his fingers left her jawline to settle back on the bar, his palm warm against the sticky surface. Only his thumb stayed, tracing slow circles into the delicate skin of her inner wrist. The touch was maddeningly deliberate, each rotation sending a fresh pulse of heat up her arm. She clenched her thighs together under the bar, willing herself not to lean into his hand like some desperate, touch-starved idiot.

Levvy tapped a fingernail against her empty glass, the clink barely audible over the music. "You never answered," she said, leaning closer. "Why are you here, drinking in a place you obviously hate?" 

Mateo chuckled, but it sounded hollow—like he'd practiced it in front of a mirror too many times. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, fingers pressing into the tension there. "This was the closest shithole that served alcohol after ten," he admitted, tilting his head toward the exit where a flickering neon sign advertised 24HR LIQUOR in bleeding pink letters. "Hotel cut off room service. Bastards."

Levvy waited, her brow arched expectantly over the rim of her glass. The club’s pulse throbbed between them, a living thing. Mateo glanced away first, his fingers tightening around his drink like it might anchor him. "Found out I have an eighteen-year-old daughter," he said finally, the words rough as if dragged over gravel. "Her mother told me three days ago." The ice in his glass clinked as he set it down too hard, the sound sharp against the bass.

Levvy's eyebrows shot up so fast they practically disappeared into her hairline. "The fuck?" The words exploded out of her before she could stop them, loud enough that the bartender glanced over with a disapproving frown. Her empty glass slipped from her fingers, clattering against the bar, but she barely noticed. All she could see was the way Mateo's jaw tightened, the way his thumb had stopped its slow circles on her wrist like he'd been electrocuted.

Levvy clapped a hand over her mouth instantly, her fingers sticky from the spilled drink. "Shit—sorry," she mumbled through her fingers, the apology muffled but genuine. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry despite the alcohol buzzing in her veins. "That just... came out." She gestured vaguely at the air between them, as if she could grab the words back.

Mateo shook his head, dismissing her apology with a flick of his fingers. "Nah, don’t worry about it," he said, swirling his drink absently. "I’ve had three days to chew on it. Turns out I’m not as pissed as I was when she first dropped the bomb." His thumb resumed its lazy circles on her wrist, slower now, like he was grounding himself. "We were kids. Dumb, hormonal kids. And my family back then..." He trailed off, his gaze drifting to the rows of liquor bottles behind the bar, their labels blurred by the club’s pulsing lights. "Let’s just say the Garcias weren’t exactly the welcoming type when it came to that kind of surprise."

Levvy studied his profile—the tight line of his jaw, the way his throat worked around whatever he wasn’t saying. She hesitated, then nudged his boot with her sneaker. "So what now?" she asked, quieter. The music throbbed around them, but here, at the bar, it felt like they were in some fragile bubble. "You gonna meet her?"

Mateo took another slow sip of his drink, the amber liquid catching the neon lights as he swallowed. His thumb resumed its lazy circles on Levvy’s wrist, the calloused pad rough against her pulse point. "I want to," he admitted, exhaling sharply through his nose. The sound was rough, like sandpaper dragged over wood. "But Christ, what if she takes one look at me and sees exactly what I am?" His fingers flexed against her skin, not quite squeezing. "Some fuckup in a leather jacket who drinks too much and sleeps even less."

Levvy watched the way his throat moved when he swallowed again, the tension there visible even in the dim light. She didn’t pull her wrist away. "You’re not a fuckup," she said, surprising herself with the vehemence in her voice. The words came out huskier than she intended, thickened by gin and something else—an ache she couldn’t name. Mateo’s thumb stilled briefly before resuming its slow orbit, warmer now where it pressed into her skin.

He chuckled, but it was a hollow thing, stripped of its earlier ease. "You don’t know that." His gaze flicked to the exit again, like he was calculating the distance to the door. "Eighteen years, Levvy. I missed fucking everything." The ice in his glass clinked as he set it down too hard. "First steps. First words. First heartbreak. What do I even say to her? ‘Sorry I wasn’t there, kid, here’s some child support and a lifetime of trust issues?’"

Levvy turned her hand palm-up beneath his, her fingers brushing his knuckles before she could stop herself. The ink there was faded but still legible—sin vergüenza, the letters blurred by time and poor decisions. "You say you’re here now," she said quietly. The music pounded around them, but his hand was warm, solid. Real. "That’s gotta count for something."

Mateo’s breath hitched, just slightly, before he turned his hand over to thread his fingers through hers. His grip was firm, like he was holding onto something he thought might slip away. "Yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping low enough that she had to lean in to hear it. The club’s chaos faded around them, the noise thinning to a dull roar. "What if ‘now’ isn’t enough?"

Levvy tilted her head, studying the way the club lights caught the tension in Mateo's jaw. "I’ve never known my father," she said, her voice softer than she’d intended. The confession slipped out like a secret, something she usually buried under layers of sarcasm and oversized hoodies. "My mom never even said his name. But if he showed up tomorrow? If he wanted to try?" Her fingers tightened around Mateo’s, her thumb brushing the faded ink on his knuckles. "I’d let him. It’d be awkward as hell, yeah. Probably messy. But I’d want that. I’d want to know him."

Mateo stayed silent for a long moment, his fingers still tangled with hers. Levvy leaned in closer without thinking, their shoulders brushing as he gazed down at her—close enough to catch the scent of his leather jacket mingling with something earthy and warm beneath it. The club’s strobe lights flickered across his face, illuminating the tightness in his jaw, the way his dark eyes held hers like he was searching for something. 

"It’s unfair," she murmured, her thumb tracing the ridge of his knuckles. The words came out softer than she’d intended, almost lost in the bass thumping through the floor. "You’re punishing yourself for something you didn’t even know about. How were you supposed to be there if no one told you?" She squeezed his hand, feeling the callouses against her palm. "Maybe she’ll understand that. Maybe she just wants to know you exist."

Mateo exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around her fingers like she was the only solid thing in the room. "You really believe that?" he asked, his voice rough. Up close, she could see the faint scar above his eyebrow, the shadow of stubble along his jaw—details that made him real, human, not just some smooth-talking stranger in a bar. 

Levvy didn’t let herself overthink it. She lifted her free hand, brushing her fingertips against his jawline before she could stop herself. "Yeah," she said, holding his gaze. "I do." The words hung between them, weighted with something heavier than the club’s noise, heavier than the alcohol buzzing in her veins.

A slow smile spread across Mateo’s lips—not the practiced smirk from earlier, but something softer, looser, like he’d unclenched a fist she hadn’t realized was tight. It made Levvy’s stomach flip, her own lips curving in response before she could stop them. "Thanks, kid," he murmured, his thumb brushing the inside of her wrist one last time before releasing her hand. The loss of contact left her skin tingling. "I feel a hell of a lot better than before."

Levvy grinned at him, nudging his shoulder with her own—a playful bump that sent warmth spreading through her chest when he didn’t pull away. "Anytime, Batman," she teased, her voice lighter than it had been all night. The moment shattered when her phone buzzed violently against the bar, skittering toward the edge like a live thing. She lunged to catch it, her fingers fumbling against the sticky surface just as Mateo’s hand shot out to stabilize her wrist.

Levvy barely caught her phone before it slid off the bar, her fingers closing around it just as Mateo’s hand brushed hers—steadying, warm. The screen lit up with Jess’s latest masterpiece: GET IT GIRL 🍆💦🔥 followed by, SOS if dilf turns out to be a serial killer tho 😘.

Mateo's chuckle was low and knowing as his gaze flicked to her phone screen, the neon lights catching the amusement in his dark eyes. "Dilf, huh?" he mused, leaning back just enough to give her a slow once-over that made her cheeks burn hotter than the gin. 

Levvy’s grin sharpened as she looked Mateo up and down with deliberate, exaggerated appraisal. “Okay, let’s break it down,” she said, tapping her chin like some panel judge on a trashy reality show. “Points for the leather jacket—classic, but predictable. Points for the stubble—rugged, but not too try-hard.” She reached out, flicking his collar with a smirk. “But I’m deducting half your DILF points for the whole ‘brooding in a corner’ thing. That’s amateur-hour angst, Garcia. You wanna sell the fantasy, you gotta commit.”

Mateo laughed—loud and bright, the sound cutting through the club’s noise like a blade through fog. His hand landed on Levvy’s thigh, warm and heavy through the thin fabric of her skirt, fingers splayed just above her knee. The touch sent a jolt up her spine, her skin tingling beneath his palm as if he’d traced a live wire along her nerves. He leaned in then, his breath warm against Levvy’s ear as the bass thumped around them. "Deducting points, huh?" His voice was a low rumble, the words barely audible over the music but vibrating through her like a live wire. "Tell me, cariño, what do I gotta do to earn ’em back?" His thumb pressed harder against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, the friction sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. 

Levvy’s lips parted on a sharp inhale, her grip on her phone tightening as she turned her head just enough to catch the glint of mischief in his eyes. "Depends," she shot back, her voice dropping to match his husky tone. "You got a minivan hidden somewhere? Soccer coach vibes? Because right now, you’re giving off more ‘biker who’d wreck me against a pool table’ than ‘PTA meeting chaperone.’" 

Mateo’s laugh was dark, his fingers flexing against her thigh as he dragged his nose along the curve of her ear. "Fuck, you’re funny," he murmured, the words rough with something that wasn’t amusement. "But mi vida, if you want me to play daddy—" His teeth grazed her earlobe, sharp enough to make her gasp. "—you gotta say it prettier than that."

Levvy arched into Mateo's touch, her breath hitching as his teeth lingered on her earlobe. "Pretty words don't mean much if you can't back them up," she murmured, tilting her head to expose more of her throat. His chuckle vibrated against her skin as she added, "Tell me, daddy—do you even know what to do with a woman? Or just how to talk a good game?"

Mateo's grip tightened on her thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. When she glanced up through her lashes, his eyes had gone black with want—no gold flecks left, just pupils blown wide. "That mouth of yours," he growled, dragging his thumb higher up her inner thigh, "is gonna get you in trouble."

Levvy’s breath hitched as Mateo’s thumb edged higher, the calloused pad rough against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "Danny always said I talked too much during sex," she admitted, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. The confession tasted bitter—like something she’d swallowed down too many times. "Said it ruined the mood." His fingers stilled for a heartbeat, then pressed deeper into her flesh, a silent question. She exhaled sharply, her nails digging into her phone case. "So I’d just... finish myself while he fucked me. Quietly. Like a good girl."

Mateo’s grip tightened, his knuckles whitening against her skin. When she dared to meet his gaze, his eyes were molten—not with pity, but with something hotter, darker. "That little shit," he growled, his voice rougher than she’d ever heard it. His free hand caught her chin, tilting her face up to his. "You wanna know the difference between a boy and a man, cariño?" His thumb brushed her lower lip, smearing the gloss she’d reapplied hours ago. "A man wants to hear you." His teeth grazed her earlobe again, sharper this time. "Wants to know what makes you shake. Wants to taste every fucking sound you make."

"Promise?" she breathed, the word barely audible over the music.

Mateo’s laugh was a dark rumble against her throat. "Sweetheart," he murmured, dragging his lips along her jaw, "I’ll have you screaming so loud they’ll hear you in Buenos Aires." His hand slid higher, fingertips brushing the lace edge of her panties—then stopped. He pulled back just enough to catch her dazed expression, his smirk wicked. "But not here." With deliberate slowness, he traced the seam of her skirt back down to her knee. "Not where every fucker in this place gets a show." His fingers flexed once against her skin before withdrawing entirely, leaving her aching. "When I take you apart," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "it’ll be somewhere I can take my time."

Levvy let out a small, involuntary noise—something between a whimper and a gasp. Her body shuddered, thighs pressing together under the bar as if she could trap the sensation there. Mateo’s smirk was all teeth, his dark eyes glinting with predatory satisfaction. "Text your friend," he murmured, nudging her phone toward her with two fingers. "Tell her you’re coming back to my hotel. It’s only a few blocks away." His voice dropped lower, rougher, as he added, "And tell her you’ll be safe. Because I’m gonna take very good care of you."

Levvy tapped out the message with unsteady fingers—going w/ dilf, don’t wait up—just as he tossed cash onto the bar with a crisp snap of bills. Jess’s reply exploded onto her screen instantly: 🍆💦🎉🔥 followed by, Ubered home already, get DESTROYED bb and a winking devil emoji.

Mateo glanced at Jess’s barrage of emojis and snorted, his grip tightening on Levvy’s waist as he guided her off the stool. "Good girl," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear as her knees buckled—partially from the alcohol, mostly from the way his arm banded around her like a claim. The heat of his palm seared through the thin silk of her red tank top, his fingers splayed just above the dip of her hipbone.

The night air hit Levvy like a slap the moment they pushed through the club’s sticky doors—sharp and cold enough to make her stumble. Mateo’s arm tightened around her waist before she could faceplant onto the pavement, his grip firm as he shrugged out of his leather jacket in one smooth motion. 

"Here," he murmured, draping it over her shoulders before she could protest. The lining was still warm from his body heat, smelling faintly of tobacco and something richer beneath—like old books and espresso. 

Levvy clutched the edges, rolling her eyes even as she burrowed deeper into the jacket’s embrace. "Wow, such a gentleman," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm despite the way her fingers curled into the worn leather sleeves. "Next you’ll be offering me your umbrella like some Regency-era fuckboy." 

Mateo’s grin flashed white in the neon-lit alley. "Only if you promise to swoon appropriately," he shot back, steering her around a puddle with a hand at the small of her back. His palm burned through the thin fabric of her tank top, fingers splaying possessively just above the waistband of her skirt. 

She snorted, hip-checking him into a graffitied wall. "Keep dreaming, Batman." 

Their laughter tangled in the humid air as they turned onto the main drag, the streetlights flickering like faulty strobes. Mateo’s thumb traced idle circles against her spine through the jacket—a silent counterpoint to her racing pulse. 

A cab screeched past, its headlights illuminating the sharp planes of his profile. Levvy’s breath caught. Up close, without the club’s chaos, he looked older—weary at the edges, the lines around his eyes deeper than she’d realized. 

"You good?" he murmured, catching her stare. 

Levvy nodded, biting her lip as they passed a boarded-up bodega. The silence between them stretched, charged with something heavier than flirtation.

Levvy stumbled against Mateo’s side as the sidewalk bucked beneath her—or maybe that was just the tequila tilting the world sideways. His grip tightened instantly, fingers digging into the dip of her waist like he could anchor her to the earth through sheer will. She let herself sag into him, her temple brushing his shoulder as they passed under a flickering streetlight. The neon glow from a pawn shop sign painted his stubble violet, catching on the scar above his eyebrow like a misplaced highlight.

Mateo's fingers brushed the sensitive skin just above Levvy’s hipbone as they navigated the uneven sidewalk—a light, absent touch that sent a jolt through her. She sucked in a sharp breath, jerking sideways with a surprised giggle that dissolved into breathless laughter when his fingertips grazed the same spot again. "Stop—fuck—that tickles!" she gasped, swatting at his hand even as her body arched into the touch.

Mateo froze mid-step, his smirk widening as he deliberately dragged a single fingertip along the same spot. "Oh really?" His voice dropped into a low, teasing purr as Levvy squirmed against him, her laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. "You’re ticklish here?" His thumb pressed harder, circling the dip of her waist as she twisted away, her breath coming in shallow bursts between giggles.

"Asshole," she wheezed, shoving at his chest—but her fingers curled into his shirt instead of pushing him away. Mateo’s laughter rumbled against her, warm and rich, his free hand coming up to tuck a windblown strand of hair behind her ear. The moment stretched, suspended between them, until—

Her phone buzzed violently against her thigh, the vibration loud enough to cut through their laughter. Levvy fumbled for it, her fingers clumsy with alcohol and lingering arousal—then froze. The screen glared up at her: Danny (27 missed calls).

Mateo's hand closed over her wrist before she could swipe the call to life, his grip firm but not restraining. His thumb brushed the frantic pulse beneath her skin—once, twice—before releasing her. "You don’t owe him shit, cariño. Not your time. Not your anger. Nothing." The streetlight above them flickered, casting his face in fractured shadows as he stepped back, giving her space. "But if you need to rip him apart?" A slow, dangerous smile. "I’ll hold your fucking purse."

Levvy stared at the screen, Danny’s name blinking like a warning. Her thumb hovered—then jabbed down harder than necessary. "Yeah?" The word came out razor-edged, all the warmth from moments earlier leached out.

Danny's voice exploded through the phone, frantic. "Where the fuck are you? I've been calling for hours, Levvy—do you have any idea how worried I've been?" The words tumbled out in a rush, sharp with a concern that would've sounded genuine if she hadn't known better.

Danny’s voice crackled through the phone, tinny and desperate. "I even called your mom, Levvy—she won’t pick up, and I’m—"

Levvy’s grip on the phone turned white-knuckled. "Don’t you dare drag my mother into your bullshit," she snarled, the words slicing through the humid air like a knife. The streetlights overhead buzzed, casting jagged shadows across Mateo’s face as he watched her, silent.

Then—warmth. A slow, deliberate press of Mateo’s palm against the small of her back, his fingers splaying beneath the weight of his jacket. No pull, no demand—just there, solid as a heartbeat. Levvy exhaled sharply, her shoulders dropping half an inch.

Danny's voice cracked through the speaker, tinny with desperation. "That freshman in the bathroom—Jesus, Levvy, it was nothing—just some drunk mistake!" His breathing was ragged, like he'd been running. "You know you're the only one who gets me. Fuck, I need you—"

Levvy’s laugh was sharp enough to draw blood. “Oh, now you give a fuck?” Her words were venom dipped in gin, slurring just enough to make Danny hesitate on the other end. “That ‘drunk mistake’ had her acrylics digging into your back while you fucked her against the sinks, Danny. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.” The streetlight above them flickered, casting her shadow long and jagged across the pavement.

"Are you drunk?" Danny's voice sharpened, the familiar judgment creeping in. "Tell me where you are—I'm coming to get you."

Levvy scoffed so hard her ribs ached, tipping her head back against Mateo's shoulder. His chest vibrated with silent laughter against her spine, his lips brushing her temple as he murmured, "Pendejo thinks he's her fucking Uber now."

A beat of static. Then, tight with suspicion: "Who the fuck are you with?"

Mateo's teeth grazed the shell of her ear, his voice pitched deliberately loud enough to carry. "Her daddy." The word dripped with mocking sweetness. Levvy nearly choked on her own laughter, the phone almost slipping from her fingers as Danny spluttered incoherently.

Levvy didn’t let him finish. "We’re done," she hissed into the phone, the words sharp enough to sever whatever pathetic thread Danny was clinging to. His breath hitched—a wet, ragged sound that might’ve been a sob if she gave a damn. "Stop calling me. I’m not gonna answer. Ever." The silence on the other end was thick, pulsing like a wound. Then, the first broken plea: "Levvy, please—"

Levvy ended the call with a sharp jab of her thumb, exhaling through clenched teeth as if she could expel Danny’s voice from her lungs. Before she could chuck her phone into the nearest dumpster, Mateo plucked it from her grip with infuriating ease, sliding it into his back pocket like he’d done this a thousand times before. His hands returned to her sides, palms skimming the curve of her waist with deliberate slowness. "Dios mío," he murmured against the flushed skin of her neck, his breath hot where it brushed her pulse. "Eres una diosa cuando te enojas." The Spanish rolled off his tongue like dark honey, rough and sweet all at once.

She shivered, tilting her head to give him more access as his lips traced the tendon along her throat. "Translation, daddy," she demanded playfully, though the way her breath hitched as his teeth scraped against her pulse betrayed her.

Mateo chuckled darkly, nipping at her earlobe, though she could feel the shiver of his body from the title. "I said you’re fucking lethal when you’re pissed." His hands slid lower, fingers digging into the swell of her hips as he pulled her flush against him.

Levvy giggled, the sound bubbling up from somewhere warm and reckless as Mateo’s hands tightened possessively on her hips. "So," she teased, rocking back on her heels just enough to make his fingers dig in harder, "you gonna make it to the hotel, daddy? Or do I need to start charging you for public indecency?"

Mateo groaned against her neck, his breath hot and uneven as his fingers flexed against her hips. "Fuck, mi vida," he muttered into her skin, the words rough with restraint. "I'm half tempted to pin you against that alley wall right now and show you exactly how ungentlemanly I can be." His teeth scraped the tendon beneath her ear, sharp enough to make her gasp. "But—" He straightened abruptly, forcing space between them as he dragged a hand down his face. "—apparently I have standards."

Levvy laughed, swaying into him as the sidewalk tilted again. "Oh no," she drawled, running a fingertip down the straining buttons of his shirt. "A man with morals. How tragic." Her nail caught on the lowest button, popping it open to reveal a sliver of taut, golden skin. "Guess I'll just have to corrupt you properly at the hotel."

Mateo caught her wandering hand, threading their fingers together with a growl. "Walk faster," he ordered, tugging her forward with long strides that made her stumble with a giggle. The neon signs blurred overhead as they turned onto a quieter street, the air thick with the scent of fried food and wet pavement.

The hotel lobby lights were too bright—clinical, unforgiving—as Levvy stumbled through the revolving doors behind Mateo, his grip on her wrist unrelenting. His fingers flexed against her pulse point like a silent countdown, his strides long enough that she had to jog to keep up, her shoes making a staccato rhythm against the marble floor. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Mateo hauled her inside, his palm slamming against the button for the 14th floor with enough force to make the panel rattle. The moment the doors closed, his control snapped.

Mateo’s hands were everywhere at once—pinning her against the elevator wall, fingers tangling in her hair, sliding down the curve of her waist with rough, greedy urgency. His breath came in ragged bursts against her lips as he crowded her into the corner, his thigh wedged between hers with delicious pressure. “Last chance,” he growled, his voice raw with restraint even as his teeth scraped her lower lip. “Tell me to stop.”

Levvy rolled her eyes so hard it nearly hurt, her fingers twisting in his collar as she yanked him down into a bruising kiss. The impact knocked the air from his lungs—she could feel it in the way his chest stuttered against hers—but he didn’t pull back. Instead, his hands tightened on her hips, lifting her effortlessly until her legs wrapped around his waist. “Shut up, daddy,” she murmured against his mouth, biting his lip hard enough to draw a sharp inhale. “You don’t want to stop.”

The elevator dinged—a distant, irrelevant sound—as Mateo stumbled backward, carrying her into the hallway without breaking the kiss. His grip was iron, his pace relentless, until her back hit the door of his suite with a thud that rattled the frame. Fumbling for the keycard in his pocket without pulling away, he cursed against her lips when it slipped from his fingers. Levvy laughed, low and throaty, her nails raking down his chest. “Need help, old man?”

Mateo’s answering growl vibrated through her ribs as he finally freed the card, swiping it with one hand while the other gripped the back of her thigh hard enough to bruise. The door clicked open, and he shouldered his way inside, kicking it shut behind them with a force that made the peephole rattle. In the dark, his voice was a rough scrape against her ear: “Say it again.”

"Daddy," Levvy moaned against his ear, her voice thick with need as she rocked her hips against his—just enough friction to make his breath hitch. She grinned at the way his grip tightened instantly, fingers digging into the curve of her ass hard enough to leave marks. "Like that, do you?" she teased, dragging her teeth along his jaw.

Mateo groaned, low and ragged, his free hand fisting in her hair to tilt her head back. "Again," he demanded, his voice rough with hunger. His palm slid higher under her skirt, calloused fingers tracing the damp lace of her panties before squeezing—just shy of cruel.

Levvy gasped, her chest seizing as pleasure arced up her spine. "Fuck—daddy," she choked out, nails scraping down his chest. The word unraveled him. Mateo's control snapped with a growl, turning and dropping her onto the bed.

Levvy's surprised gasp was swallowed by Mateo's mouth as he crushed his lips to hers, his tongue sliding in with a possessive roughness that left her whimpering into the kiss. She arched beneath him, fingers fumbling at his shirt buttons—only for him to catch her wrists and pin them above her head with a single, effortless motion. The leather jacket finally slid off her shoulders with a whisper of sound before being tossed aside, forgotten.

"Did I say you could touch?" Mateo growled against her lips, his breath hot as his teeth grazed her lower lip—not quite a bite, but the promise of one. Levvy shivered, her thighs pressing together instinctively, but he was already shifting his weight to keep her spread open beneath him. His free hand traced the outline of her ribs through the thin silk of her tank top, pausing just beneath her breast until her breath hitched.

She barely had time to whine a protest before his mouth was back on hers, deeper this time, his kiss laced with the sharp tang of gin and something darker, hotter. When he finally let her wrists go, it was only to wrench his own shirt open the rest of the way. Levvy didn’t hesitate—her palms slid over his chest, tracing the taut lines of his abdomen, nails scraping lightly just to feel him shudder.

Mateo caught her hands again, but this time, he guided them downward with deliberate slowness, his gaze locked on hers as her fingers brushed the waistband of his slacks. "Say it," he murmured, his voice rough enough to fray at the edges.

"Daddy—" Levvy’s voice cracked on the word, her fingers digging into Mateo’s hips as she rocked against his thigh, desperate for friction. Her cunt pulsed violently, the damp lace of her panties sticking to her skin with every shuddering breath. "Please—"

Mateo tightened his grip on her wrists just as her fingertips grazed the straining outline of his cock beneath his slacks. A low growl vibrated through his chest as he pinned her hands again, harder this time against the mattress. "Say it properly," he demanded, his voice rough as gravel. His hips jerked involuntarily when she tried to arch against him, the heat of her body searing even through layers of fabric.

Levvy's breath came in shallow pants, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath his thumbs. "I want—" she started, then gasped as he shifted his weight, letting her feel exactly how hard he was through the damp lace still clinging to her.

"What," Mateo bit out, teeth scraping her collarbone, "do you want?" His fingers flexed around her wrists—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her squirm. The dark promise in his voice sent liquid heat pooling between her thighs.

"Your cock," Levvy gasped, rolling her hips up in desperate frustration when he denied her friction. "I want your fucking cock, daddy—in my mouth, in my hands, in me—"

Mateo groaned, cutting her off with a bruising kiss that tasted like tequila and desperation. His grip on her wrists tightened momentarily before he pulled back just far enough to murmur against her swollen lips, "Be a good girl and be patient." Levvy opened her mouth to object—probably with something sarcastic about his definition of patience—when his teeth sank into the tender skin of her neck, sharp enough to make her gasp.

His lips trailed downward in a slow, torturous path—sucking at her collarbone, nipping the swell of her breast through the damp silk of her tank top—before finally releasing her wrists. Her arms flopped onto the mattress, tingling from the loss of circulation, but before she could rub feeling back into them, Mateo’s hands were already skating up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. "Tell me," he growled, his breath hot against her stomach as his fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, "do you want to be a good girl for daddy?"

She whined high in her throat as Mateo hooked a finger under the lace of her panties, stretching the fabric taut against her clit with deliberate, torturous pressure. The sensation sent a jolt through her, her hips jerking off the mattress instinctively—only for his palm to come down sharp against her inner thigh with a stinging slap that left her skin tingling. "Eyes open," he growled, his voice rough with command. Levvy's lashes fluttered, her vision swimming back into focus to find his dark gaze locked on hers, inches away. His breath ghosted over her parted lips as he repeated, slower this time: "Answer me."

The words tangled in Levvy's throat, her pulse hammering wildly where his thumb now pressed against the frantic flutter beneath her jaw. She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet lips gone dry from panting. "I—" The lace snapped back against her skin as he released it abruptly, stealing her breath mid-sentence. A broken noise escaped her instead, her back arching as the sudden friction sent sparks skittering up her spine.

Mateo’s laugh was a dark, velvety thing, his breath fanning across Levvy’s inner thighs as his thumbs pressed into the trembling muscle there—not quite kneading, more like he was memorizing the way she shuddered under his touch. "Christ, you’re drenched," he growled, dragging the pad of his finger along the soaked lace still clinging to her. The fabric clung stubbornly, peeling away with a lewd sound that made Levvy’s toes curl into the sheets. "Come on, mi vida—" His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her thigh, sharp enough to make her jerk. "—do I need to repeat the question?"

Levvy’s hips bucked involuntarily, a whine tearing from her throat as his fingers flexed against her thighs. The words tumbled out in a breathless rush: "Yes, I’ll be good—fuck—please, daddy, please—"

"Mierda, that’s it—good fucking girl," Mateo growled against Levvy’s inner thigh, his breath scalding as he dragged the flat of his tongue up the soaked lace clinging to her cunt. The fabric clung stubbornly, resisting for one exquisite second before he hooked his fingers into it and yanked it aside with a sharp snap . Then he was on her, mouth hot and hungry as he licked into her with a groan that vibrated through her bones.

Levvy’s fingers scrabbled at the sheets, her hips jerking wildly as Mateo’s tongue curled, the rough edge of his stubble scraping the tender skin of her thighs. "Dios mío, you taste—" His words dissolved into Spanish, rough and guttural against her skin—"tan dulce, mi vida, como miel y pecado"—as he devoured her like a man starved. His grip tightened on her thighs when she tried to grind against his mouth, pinning her in place with a growl that sent liquid heat flooding through her veins.

A memory flickered through Levvy’s hazy mind—Danny’s clumsy, impatient tongue squirming against her like a dying fish, his breath huffing against her thighs as if she were inconveniencing him. But Mateo—fuck—Mateo’s mouth was a revelation. His tongue swirled over her clit with the precision of a man who knew exactly what he was doing, alternating between broad, flat strokes and sharp, focused flicks that had her thighs trembling. Every movement was deliberate, every groan against her skin a vibration that ricocheted through her spine.

She arched off the bed with a gasp when his teeth grazed her inner thigh—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her pulse jump—before his lips sealed over her clit and sucked. The sensation was electric, her back bowing as stars burst behind her eyelids. "Ohgod—" The word shattered into a squeal as his fingers joined his mouth, two slipping inside her with torturous slowness, curling until her hips jerked helplessly against his face with a punched out cry.

Mateo’s fingers curled ruthlessly inside her, pumping with a rhythm that sent Levvy’s hips jerking off the mattress in frantic, uncoordinated thrusts. The drag of his calloused pads against her inner walls was just shy of rough and she babbled incoherently into the sweat-damp sheets, her words dissolving into a high, keening whine as his tongue lashed her clit in sharp, relentless strokes. “Fuck—your fingers—daddy, please—” Her voice cracked on the last syllable, her hands fisting in his hair hard enough to yank, but Mateo only growled against her cunt in response, the vibration shooting straight to her core.

Mateo tore his mouth away with a ragged gasp, his breath hot and uneven against Levvy’s slick skin. His fingers never stopped moving inside her—deep, relentless thrusts that had her cunt clenching around him in frantic pulses. She whimpered, her hips jerking off the mattress as his thumb circled her clit in rough, dizzying strokes. When she forced her eyes open, the sight of him—lips glistening with her, gaze dark and feral—sent a fresh flood of wetness between her thighs.

"Mira qué bonita estás," he growled, the words rough against her trembling inner thigh before he dragged his tongue back up her slit, lapping at her like he couldn’t get enough. His Spanish was a hot, broken stream—"Tan apretada, mi vida, tan dulce—"—as he fucked her with his fingers in time with the sinful flick of his tongue. Every syllable vibrated against her clit, every possessive murmur making her toes curl.

Levvy's moans crescendoed into a breathless wail as Mateo's fingers curled deeper inside her, his thumb pressing relentless circles against her clit. His mouth never left her, murmuring desperate, filthy praise against her slick skin—first in rapid-fire Spanish, the words rough and guttural ("Córtame, mi vida, déjame sentir cómo te vienes—"), then switching to English when her hips jerked violently, as if he needed her to understand. "That's it, baby, fucking come—let me feel you squeeze my fingers—" His voice cracked on the last word, his teeth grazing her inner thigh as her cunt fluttered around him in frantic pulses.

Levvy’s orgasm tore through her like lightning—sharp, blinding, electric—her back arching off the mattress as a ragged wail ripped from her throat. Her fingers twisted in Mateo’s hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against her, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers curled deeper inside her, fucking her through the violent tremors wracking her body, his tongue lapping at her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that drew out every last shudder. "Fuck—fuck!" she cried, her thighs clamping around his head instinctively, but he pinned her hips down with his free hand, relentless even as she whimpered from overstimulation.

Mateo’s fingers slid free with a wet sound that made Levvy’s cheeks burn, her thighs trembling violently as he banded his arms around them instead—not letting her close them, not letting her escape the slow, torturous descent from her high. Before she could catch her breath, he hauled her hips forward with a growl, his tongue plunging deep into her still-fluttering cunt. The sensation was brutal in its gentleness—no rough suction, no sharp flicks—just the slow, deliberate drag of his tongue along oversensitive walls, coaxing whimpers from her throat as he avoided her clit entirely.

Levvy’s fingers scrabbled at the sheets, her spine arching as pleasure coiled low in her belly again—not the sharp, starburst intensity of her first orgasm, but a slower, deeper ache building under his patient mouth. "Daddy—" The word cracked in her throat, half-protest, half-plea, as his tongue curled, fluttering against the spot that made her toes curl. She could feel his smirk against her skin, the vibration of his answering growl sending fresh tremors through her thighs.

The hotel room’s AC hummed too loudly, the sheets sticking to Levvy’s sweat-slick back as Mateo’s hands slid up to grip her hips, his thumbs digging into the crease where thigh met pelvis. His tongue retreated suddenly, leaving her clenching around nothing—until the flat of it dragged achingly slow up her slit, bypassing her throbbing clit to lap at the mess he’d made of her. "Fuck," she gasped, her hips jerking instinctively, but his grip tightened, holding her still as his mouth returned to its relentless, leisurely exploration.

Levvy’s thighs quivered against Mateo’s shoulders as his tongue traced lazy circles just below her clit—close enough to tease, far enough to deny. Every drag of his lips sent sparks skittering up her spine, her hips jerking uselessly against his iron grip. "God—please," she moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets, but he only hummed against her, the vibration ricocheting through her oversensitive nerves like a live wire. His breath was scalding against her inner thigh when he finally—finally—flicked his tongue over her clit in a sharp, fleeting stroke that forced a broken whine from her throat.

Mateo’s tongue circled her clit with the precision of a man who knew exactly how to unravel her, each flick deliberate, each suck timed to wring another gasp from her throat. Levvy’s thighs trembled violently, her fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled tight in her belly—not the sharp burst of her first orgasm, but something deeper, hotter, obsessive. He growled against her, the vibration ricocheting through her oversensitive nerves like a live wire, and she arched off the bed with a ragged cry, her hips lifting instinctively toward his mouth.

The taste of her seemed to undo him. Mateo’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hauled her up higher, tilting her pelvis off the mattress until she was suspended between his mouth and the bed, her legs draped over his shoulders. His tongue plunged deeper, lapping at her with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his groans muffled against her skin. "Mierda, you’re drowning me," he rasped, the words rough with awe before his mouth sealed over her clit and sucked—hard enough to make her vision whiten at the edges.

Levvy’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her back bowing as a shattered scream tore from her throat. Mateo didn’t relent, his tongue working her through every violent pulse, his fingers bruising her hips as he held her exactly where he wanted her—helpless and writhing. The sensation was almost too much, her thighs clamping around his head instinctively, but he pinned her down with a growl, his mouth never leaving her as he devoured every last drop of her release like a man starved.

Levvy shivered violently as Mateo lowered her back onto the mattress, his lips grazing her inner thigh in a slow, possessive kiss that left her skin tingling. "Mira lo que hiciste," he murmured against her damp flesh, his fingers dipping to gather the slick mess between her thighs before spreading it back over her swollen folds with a satisfied groan. The sensation—his calloused fingertips dragging through oversensitive flesh—made her hips jerk, a whimper tearing from her throat as his thumb pressed firm circles against her clit.

"Dios mío, you’re still dripping," Mateo growled, his voice rough with awe as he smeared her wetness higher, tracing the crease of her thigh with deliberate, filthy strokes. She reaches down to redirect his attention to her mouth as she kisses him wet and slow. The taste of herself on his tongue making her moan into his mouth. His hands massage her shaking thighs as he licks between her lips.

His breath hitched when her trembling hands dropped to his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle before she whined—high and desperate—her nails scraping against the straining outline of his cock through the fabric. "Please—" The word cracked in her throat as she tugged at his waistband, her hips lifting instinctively toward his mouth even as she tried to pull him closer.

Mateo’s laugh was dark and rough against Levvy’s damp lips, lowering to graze his teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck as his fingers tightened on her hips. “You want my cock inside this pretty little pussy, mi vida?” His voice was thick with amusement, the Spanish syllables curling around the crude English words in a way that made her squirm. Levvy shook her head, her breath hitching as his thumb pressed a slow circle against her oversensitive clit—just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy.

Mateo raised an eyebrow, his thumb pausing its torturous circles just long enough to make Levvy whine high in her throat. "No?" he murmured, his lips quirking at the edges as he watched her hips jerk helplessly against his hand. "Then what do you want, carĩno?"

Levvy twisted sharply beneath him, her hips bucking in a desperate, uncoordinated motion that forced Mateo’s grip to slip—just enough. She wrenched one wrist free, then the other, her breath ragged as she scrambled onto her knees. The mattress dipped under her weight as she kicked wildly, her Vans flying off with a thud against the hotel suite’s wall. One shoe knocked into a lamp, sending the shade tilting precariously, but she didn’t care—not with the way Mateo was looking at her, his dark eyes tracking her every movement like a predator deciding whether to pounce.

Levvy’s fingers trembled against Mateo’s belt buckle, her breath hitching as she struggled with the clasp through the haze of gin and want. His cock strained against the fabric, hot and heavy in her palm, and she whined low in her throat—a sound that wasn’t quite a plea, wasn’t quite a demand, but something raw and desperate in between. "Please," she gasped, her voice cracking as she dragged her nails down the length of him through his slacks, savoring the way his hips jerked involuntarily. "Let me taste you, daddy—I need your cock in my mouth."

Mateo’s grip on her hair tightened, yanking her head back sharply enough to make her gasp. His dark eyes burned into hers, pupils blown wide with lust, but his voice was deceptively calm—a velvet-wrapped threat. "Ask properly," he murmured, his thumb tracing the swell of her lower lip. The contrast between his gentle touch and the iron grip in her hair sent a shiver down her spine.

Levvy’s lips parted around his thumb, her tongue darting out to lick the salt from his skin before she exhaled a shaky breath. "Please," she repeated, dragging the word out like a prayer, her fingers finally freeing his belt with a sharp clink. The leather slithered loose, and she wasted no time palming him through the thin fabric of his briefs, her thumb brushing the wet spot at the tip. "I’ll be so good for you—let me suck your cock, daddy.”

Mateo’s groan was raw and guttural, the hand fisted in Levvy’s hair tightening possessively as she leaned forward, her lips pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the damp fabric of his boxers. She could taste him through the thin cotton—salt and musk—her tongue dragging slowly and deliberately over the swollen head of his cock where precum had seeped through. The sound he made was almost pained, his hips jerking involuntarily against her mouth as she sucked lightly, the fabric clinging wetly to her lips.

"Mierda—" His voice cracked, fingers twisting tighter in her hair as she nuzzled against him, her breath fanning hot over the damp spot she’d made. She could feel him twitch against her cheek, the thick outline of his cock straining against the confines of his boxers, and she whimpered—high and desperate—before dragging her teeth over the fabric in a teasing scrape.

The sensation of Levvy’s teeth scraping lightly through the damp fabric wrenched a ragged curse from Mateo’s throat—"Maldita sea"—his fingers tightening in her hair hard enough to make her whimper. She didn’t stop, her lips sealing over the head of his cock through his boxers, sucking greedily as her nails dug into his thighs. "Daddy, please," she begged, her voice a broken whisper against the straining outline of him. "Let me taste you properly—please."

Mateo’s growl was low and feral, his free hand tilting her chin up to meet his darkened gaze. "You want it that bad?" he rasped, his thumb dragging over her swollen lower lip. "You’ll suck me like a good girl? Take every inch and thank me for it?" Levvy nodded frantically, her tongue darting out to lick the pad of his thumb, and with a sharp tug, he yanked his boxers down just enough to free his cock—thick and flushed, the tip glistening with precum.

Levvy’s moan caught in her throat as she stared at Mateo’s cock—thick, flushed, and already glistening with precum. Her fingers trembled as they wrapped around him, her thumb swiping over the slick head in a slow, deliberate circle that made his hips jerk with a sharp grunt. The heat of him against her palm was intoxicating, the weight heavy and perfect as she stroked him once, twice, savoring the way his breath hitched each time her thumb dragged over that sensitive slit. His feet stayed planted firmly on the floor at the edge of the bed, his thighs tensing under her touch, but his dark eyes never left hers—watching, waiting, daring her to take what she’d begged for.

She leaned forward, her panting breaths ghosting over his cock before her tongue darted out, tracing a long, wet stripe from the base to the tip. The taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely Mateo—flooded her senses, and she whimpered, her lips parting as she swirled her tongue around the swollen head. His fingers tightened in her hair, not guiding, just holding, as if he needed the anchor to keep from fucking her mouth raw right then. She flicked her tongue against the frenulum, relishing the way his abs clenched, the low groan that rumbled from his chest when she sucked lightly at the tip, her lips forming a tight seal as she drew him deeper.

Mateo’s groan was a rough, guttural thing, his head tilting back as Levvy hollowed her cheeks around him, dragging her lips tight down his length. “Fuck—just like that, baby,” he rasped, his fingers tightening in her hair, the way a man might clutch the reins of a thoroughbred he was barely restraining. His voice thick with filthy praise: “Take it deeper—yes, fucking choke on it—” The words punched out of him in ragged bursts, his hips twitching forward involuntarily as she swallowed around him, her throat fluttering against the thick head of his cock.

Levvy’s nails dug into Mateo’s thighs hard enough to leave crescent moons as he thrust deeper, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with a wet choke that vibrated through her skull. Tears pricked at her lashes, her gag reflex flaring as he held himself there for a brutal heartbeat—just long enough for her to feel the pulse of him against her tongue—before dragging back with a filthy, slick sound.

"Mira cómo te comes mi verga," he growled, the Spanish syllables rough with awe as he watched her lips stretch around him. His thumb swiped away the spit smeared down her chin before sliding into her mouth alongside his cock, pressing down on her tongue as he fucked into her throat in shallow, relentless strokes. Every choked whimper she made seemed to undo him further—his hips jerking forward involuntarily when her throat fluttered around him, her tears dripping onto his knuckles as she fought to breathe through her nose.

The praise was relentless—"Tan buena para mí, mi puta preciosa"—his voice cracking on the words as her fingers clawed at his thighs, her body swaying with the force of his thrusts. She could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the way his abs flexed under her palms as he hovered on the edge of restraint. When she hollowed her cheeks around him on an upstroke, sucking hard just to hear him curse, his control snapped entirely.

Mateo’s hips pistoned forward without warning, his cock plunging deep into her throat as his groan ricocheted off the hotel walls. Levvy’s vision blurred at the edges, her lungs burning as he held her there, his fingers tangled in her hair like a vice. Just when spots danced behind her eyelids, he pulled back, letting her gasp a ragged breath before dragging her forward again—deeper—until her nose brushed the sweat-damp trail of hair leading to his navel.

"Así," he panted, his other hand cupping her jaw as if to feel the stretch of her lips around him. "Take it all, mi vida—every fucking inch." His thumb pressed against her windpipe, not enough to cut off air, just enough to make her feel him lodged in her throat.

Mateo yanked Levvy off his cock with a groan, his fingers tightening in her hair as she whined in protest. Her tongue darted out instinctively, catching the swollen tip of him before he pulled away completely—her lips swollen, chin slick with spit, her desperate attempt to drag him back into her mouth making his hips jerk involuntarily. 

"Tan hambrienta," he chuckled breathlessly, his voice rough with amusement as he thumbed away the string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She tried to lean forward again, her whimper morphing into a gasp when he pressed his palm flat against her chest, pushing her back onto the mattress with deliberate force. "Not yet, mi vida," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her sternum, over the frantic flutter of her pulse. "I don’t want to come before I feel this tight little pussy around me."

Levvy’s moan cracked in her throat as his fingers slid lower, tracing the soaked crease of her thighs before pressing two fingers into her without warning. She arched off the bed, her nails scraping against his forearm as he curled them deep, her cunt clenching around the intrusion with a wet gasp. "Daddy—" 

Mateo’s breath hitched at the broken plea, his cock twitching against her thigh as he dragged his fingers out slowly, just to push them back in with a sharp twist of his wrist. "You’re dripping," he growled, his voice thick with disbelief as he smeared her wetness over her clit, the rough pad of his thumb circling just enough to tease. "All this for me? Mierda, you’d let me fuck you raw right now, wouldn’t you?" 

Levvy’s hips jerked uselessly, her thighs trembling as his fingers fucked her in slow, torturous strokes—deep enough to make her breath stutter, shallow enough to leave her aching for more. "Yes," she sobbed, her fingers clawing at the sheets when he pulled his hand away entirely. "Please—please, I need you—"

The sharp crack of Mateo’s palm against Levvy’s clit cut off her begging mid-sob—her body jerking violently as a startled squeak ripped from her throat. The sting radiated outward in hot waves, her thighs clamping together instinctively only for his fingers to dig into her hips, forcing them apart again. "Hands and knees," he growled, the command vibrating with barely leashed violence. "Now."

She moved before her brain could process the order—her limbs scrambling with a desperation that bordered on instinct. The tank top was halfway over her head when his grip tightened in her hair, yanking her upright just long enough to tear the fabric the rest of the way himself. The seam gave with a sharp rip, the sound drowned out by Levvy’s gasp as her bra clasp snapped under his fingers, the straps slipping down her arms. Cool air hit her sweat-slick skin, her nipples pebbling instantly, but Mateo didn’t give her a second to adjust—his palm landed between her shoulder blades, shoving her forward until her cheek pressed into the mattress, her ass lifted high.

The last scrap of fabric—her ruined panties—disappeared in one sharp tear, the delicate lace splitting under Mateo’s fingers like tissue paper. Levvy barely had time to register the cool air against her exposed skin before his hands were on her hips again, hauling her back against him with a growl that vibrated through her spine. The heat of his bare cock pressed against her ass, thick and insistent, as he kicked off his slacks and boxers in one impatient motion. The sound of fabric hitting the floor was swallowed by Levvy’s gasp when he palmed her ass roughly, his thumbs spreading her apart to expose her dripping cunt to the chilled hotel air.

Mateo’s palm cracked against Levvy’s ass with a sharp, stinging slap that sent her hips jerking forward—only for her to rock back against him instinctively, her spine arching like a bowstring. “That’s it,” he growled, his fingers digging into the flushed skin as he landed another smack, the sound echoing off the hotel walls. “Push that pretty ass back for me, baby girl—show me how much you need it.” Drool slicked her lips, pooling on the sheets beneath her as she whimpered, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding herself up. 

“Daddy—please—” The words slurred out of her, half-drunk on gin and want, her hips grinding back against the thick length of him. Mateo’s laugh was dark, his thumb swiping through the mess between her thighs before pressing against her clit in a cruel, circular tease. “You hear yourself?” he murmured, his voice dripping with condescension as he dragged his cock through her slick, the head catching at her entrance without pushing in. “Begging like a whore and practically dripping for it.” Another slap landed, this time harder, and Levvy’s cry fractured into a sob as her elbows buckled, her chest hitting the mattress.

Mateo's fingers froze at Levvy's hip, his breath hitching audibly as his gaze flicked to the bedside table where his wallet lay discarded. "Mierda—" The curse tore from his throat like a bullet, his grip tightening convulsively on her waist as realization struck. "No fucking condom."

Levvy whined low in her throat, the sound vibrating against the mattress where her cheek was pressed. Her hips rolled back in an unmistakable challenge, dragging his cock through her slickness until the swollen head caught at her entrance again. "That gonna stop you from keeping your promise, daddy?" The words slurred with alcohol and want, her voice dripping with provocation as she peered over her shoulder—lashes fluttering, lips swollen from his cock, pupils blown so wide her irises were nearly gone.

Mateo's growl vibrated against Levvy's spine as he rutted against her, the thick length of his cock dragging through her slick folds with deliberate, filthy friction. His hips snapped forward in sharp, shallow thrusts—just enough to tease, never enough to give her what she craved—the swollen head catching at her entrance before retreating again. "Brat," he snarled, his teeth scraping the knobs of her vertebrae as his palm cracked against her ass cheek, leaving a stinging imprint. “Fuck— tell me you're on the pill."

Levvy's breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she rocked back against him, her cunt clenching around nothing. "Maybe," she gasped, the word dissolving into a moan when his thumb circled her clit roughly, the pressure just shy of painful. "Why—fuck—you gonna breed me, daddy?" The taunt came out breathless, her hips jerking when his fingers dug into her waist hard enough to bruise.

Mateo's laugh was dark, his free hand fisting in her hair to yank her head back, arching her spine taut. "You'd fucking love that, wouldn't you?" His breath scorched her ear as he ground against her, the ridge of his cockhead catching her clit with each slow, torturous roll of his hips. "Getting knocked up by some stranger in a hotel room—“ His voice broke on a groan as she shivered beneath him.

"Daddy, please—" Levvy's voice cracked, raw and desperate, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she arched her back higher, presenting herself like an offering. "Fuck me full—I want to feel you everywhere." The words spilled out in a broken sob, her hips grinding back against him in frantic little circles, her cunt fluttering around nothing, so empty it ached.

Mateo’s restraint shattered with a ragged groan—his hips snapping forward in one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her. Levvy’s scream muffled against the sheets as her spine arched violently, her fingers twisting into the fabric like an anchor as she took every inch of him. The stretch burned, deliciously unbearable, her walls fluttering around him in frantic pulses that made his thighs tremble. "Mierda—so fucking tight," he gritted out, his voice rough with awe as he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding himself still despite the way his cock twitched deep inside her.

"Fuck—daddy—" Levvy’s whimper cracked into a sob as she shuddered beneath him, her thighs trembling against his. The sting of his stretch faded into a throbbing ache that coiled low in her belly, her cunt clenching around him instinctively as if to pull him deeper. Mateo’s breath hitched, his forehead dropping between her shoulder blades as he fought to give her a moment to adjust—his patience fraying with every desperate roll of her hips.

"Tan buena para mí," he murmured against her damp skin, his lips brushing the knobs of her spine as his hands smoothed up her sides in a mockery of gentleness. One palm slid forward to cradle her ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast in teasing circles while the other gripped her hip, holding her steady. "Take it all, baby girl—every fucking inch." His voice was molten, thick with praise that sent heat pooling between her thighs despite the stretch. When her trembling eased into shallow, panting breaths, he rolled his hips experimentally—just a slow, grinding circle that made her toes curl against the sheets.

Levvy’s breath hitched as Mateo pulled back slowly—agonizingly—until just the swollen head of his cock remained inside her, teasing her fluttering entrance. The moment stretched unbearably before he snapped his hips forward again, burying himself deep with a sharp grunt that vibrated through her ribs. Her nails tore at the sheets, a broken moan escaping as he set a relentless pace, each thrust punching the air from her lungs.

Levvy's moan fractured into a gasp as Mateo bottomed out inside her again, his cock stretching her so deep she could feel him pressing against the mouth of her womb. "Oh god—" The words slurred together, her voice thick with tears and tequila as she rocked back against him, desperate for more. "You're so deep—"

Mateo's growl vibrated against her spine, his teeth scraping the knobs of her vertebrae as he pinned her hips down, forcing her to take every inch at his pace. "You like that, mi vida?" His breath scorched her ear, rough with exertion as he dragged his cock out torturously slow before slamming back in. "Like your daddy's cock filling you up?"

Levvy nodded frantically, her cheek grinding against the sheets as her fingers twisted in the fabric. The movement sent her hair tumbling over her shoulder, the strands sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. "Yes—yes!" Her voice cracked on a sob when he angled his hips just right, the swollen head of his cock dragging against that sweet spot inside her with bruising precision.

Mateo's laugh was dark, his palm cracking against her ass again—harder this time—the sting radiating through her thighs as he fucked into her with relentless strokes. "Dilo," he demanded, his fingers digging into her hip hard enough to leave marks. "Say it properly."

"I—fuck—I love it," Levvy gasped, her back arching violently as he picked up speed, his thrusts turning erratic. The slap of skin against skin echoed off the hotel walls, mingling with her broken whimpers and his ragged curses. "Love your cock—daddy, please—"

Mateo's hand fisted in Levvy's hair, yanking her head back with a sharp tug that arched her spine into a perfect curve. Her gasp dissolved into a ragged moan as his other hand claimed her breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh before pinching her nipple hard enough to make her sob. The pain-pleasure jolt sent her hips jerking backward instinctively, taking him deeper, her walls clenching around his cock in helpless pulses. "That's it," he growled against her ear, his breath scalding as his teeth scraped the delicate skin of her neck. "Take it like a good fucking girl."

He didn't give her a chance to recover—his hips pistoned forward with brutal precision, each thrust driving the air from her lungs in punched-out whimpers. The slap of skin against skin was obscenely loud in the quiet room, mingling with Levvy's ragged breaths and the creak of the mattress beneath them. His grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to meet his thrusts at his pace, her scalp burning with the delicious sting of his control. "Look at you," he snarled, his voice rough with awe as his thumb rolled her nipple in cruel circles. "Pussy’s drooling around me—fuck—begging for it."

Levvy's vision blurred at the edges, her thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. The sharp sting of his fingers on her nipple, the relentless drag of his cock inside her—it was too much, not enough, everything. "Daddy—!" The word cracked into a sob as her body tightened around him, her orgasm cresting like a wave about to break.

Mateo twisted Levvy’s head back with a fist in her hair, his kiss crashing into her with bruising force. The taste of her own arousal lingered on his tongue as he groaned against her lips, his thrusts turning erratic—deep, shallow, punishing. "Cum for me," he growled into her mouth, the command rough-edged and breathless. His free hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her clit with unerring precision, rubbing tight circles that matched the rhythm of his cock driving into her. "Ahora, mi vida—fucking cum now."

Levvy's moan vibrated against his lips, her body bowing as pleasure coiled impossibly tighter. She tried to twist away—overwhelmed—but Mateo held her ruthlessly in place, his grip on her hair keeping their mouths fused even as her thighs trembled. His teeth caught her lower lip when she sobbed, the sharp sting mingling with the relentless press of his fingers and the thick drag of his cock inside her. Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike—violent, blinding—her scream muffled against his tongue as her cunt clenched around him in rhythmic pulses.

Levvy's voice dissolved into a shuddering gasp as Mateo didn't relent—not when her thighs trembled violently around his hips, not when her fingernails carved half-moons into his forearm, not even when her cunt clenched around him in frantic, fluttering pulses that milked his cock with wet, obscene sounds. Instead, he praised her through it—his voice ragged and reverent against the shell of her ear, his lips brushing the damp tendrils of hair stuck to her temple. "Dios, look at you," he growled, his hips rolling in slow, grinding circles that drew out every last spasm. "There you go mi vida, you feel—mierda—" His words fractured into a groan as her body squeezed him tight, her orgasm rippling through her in waves he refused to let her escape.

Her vision whited out at the edges, her head lolling back against his shoulder as another, smaller climax crested—less sharp, more drowning—her body arching helplessly against his chest. Mateo's hand slid up her ribs to palm her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple in cruel, delicious circles that sent fresh sparks skittering down her spine. "That's it," he murmured, his teeth scraping the delicate skin behind her ear as his cock twitched inside her, still hard, still deep.

Levvy whined high in her throat when Mateo pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making her hips jerk forward in instinctive protest. Her lips parted to object—but the words died as his hands flipped her onto her back with bruising efficiency, his body caging hers against the sweat-damp sheets before she could even register the movement. He was between her thighs again in an instant, his mouth crashing into hers with a hunger that stole her breath, his tongue plunging deep as if he couldn’t stand to be apart from her for even a second. The kiss was filthy, all teeth and desperation, his groan vibrating against her lips as she arched into him, her nails raking down his back.

She could taste herself on his tongue—sweet and musky—mixed with the sharp tang of gin and the metallic hint of blood from where she’d bitten his lip earlier. His hips ground against hers, his cock slick with her arousal, the friction sending sparks skittering up her spine. "Dios, you’re insatiable," Mateo growled against her mouth, his hands pinning her wrists above her head as he broke the kiss just long enough to bite her lower lip hard enough to sting. Levvy gasped, her thighs clamping around his hips instinctively, her heels digging into the small of his back to drag him closer.

Levvy rolled her hips up against him with a broken whimper, her thighs clamping around his waist as she pleaded wordlessly—her slick cunt fluttering around nothing, desperate for him to fill her again. Mateo groaned against her lips, his fingers tightening around her wrists as he surged forward without hesitation, his cock plunging back into her with one smooth, possessive thrust that punched the air from her lungs.

"Shit—" Her gasp dissolved into a moan as he bottomed out inside her, the stretch bordering on painful after the brief reprieve. Mateo didn't give her time to adjust—his hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt with a ragged curse that vibrated against her throat where his teeth scraped her pulse point. His restraint had evaporated entirely, his movements frenzied now, each thrust driving her deeper into the mattress.

Mateo growled against Levvy's ear, his voice a rough scrape of sound as he pinned her wrists harder into the mattress—then, with deliberate slowness, his fingers slid up to intertwine with hers. The sudden tenderness of the gesture cracked her open more brutally than his thrusts ever could. "Escúchame," he snarled, his lips dragging wet and hot along her jawline even as his cock pistoned into her with unforgiving precision. "So fucking perfect—like this pussy was made for my dick." His fingers tightened around hers, a counterpoint to the filth spilling from his mouth, pressing her hands flat against the sheets as if anchoring her through the storm of pleasure.

Levvy's breath hitched at the contrast—his grip almost painfully gentle now where it had been demanding seconds ago, his thumbs brushing featherlight circles against her knuckles even as his hips jackhammered into hers. The duality unraveled her further; her back arched off the bed, her toes curling against the small of his back as she sobbed his name. "Daddy—" The word shattered into a moan when he bit her earlobe, his teeth sharp against the sensitive skin.

"Sí, mi vida," Mateo murmured against her pulse, his voice dropping to a velvet rasp even as his thrusts turned punishing again. His fingers laced tighter with hers, their joined hands trembling against the sheets—an intimate tether amidst the frenzy. "You gonna come again for me? Squeeze this cock dry like a greedy little slut?" The vulgarity should have clashed with the way his forehead pressed against her temple, the way his breath stuttered in sync with hers. It didn't. It couldn't, not when his next thrust punched a scream from her lungs, her cunt clamping around him in frantic pulses as white-hot pleasure detonated down her spine.

Levvy's whines dissolved into incoherent babbling as her climax tore through her—half-formed pleas, shattered gasps, and his name tangled with slurred, reverent filth. "Daddy's—fuck, so deep, your cock, your cock—" The words splintered against Mateo's collarbone as she arched violently, her fingers convulsing around his. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her cunt fluttering around him in frantic pulses that milked his length with wet, obscene sounds.

"Tan hermosa para mí," Mateo cooed against Levvy's sweat-damp temple, his voice husky with reverence as her hips rolled in frantic little circles—grinding his cock deeper into her fluttering pussy with each desperate undulation. His thumbs traced the delicate bones of her wrists, his lips brushing her pulse point in fleeting, worshipful kisses that contrasted sharply with the brutal snap of his hips. "Mi vida, such a good girl—fuck—" His groan vibrated through her ribs as her cunt clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him with slick, greedy pulls that dragged him closer to the edge.

Levvy's breath hitched at the raw tremor in his voice—the way it fractured around the words as if he were the one being unraveled now. His thrusts turned erratic, each deep plunge punctuated by a ragged gasp against her skin, his teeth scraping her shoulder in a helpless bid for control. "Cerca," he gritted out, the admission rough with surrender as his fingers tightened around hers—anchoring her even as he lost himself inside her. "I'm—mierda—close, baby girl."

Levvy squeezed their joined hands with trembling fingers, her nails biting into his skin as her thighs clamped around his waist like a vise. "Cum inside me," she gasped against his collarbone, her voice splintering into something raw and wrecked. "Fill me up—ruin me, daddy." The words spilled out in a fractured whisper, half-plea and half-prayer, as she arched into him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own climax.

Mateo's groan tore from his throat like a wounded animal's—raw, broken—as he buried his face against Levvy's neck, his breath scalding against her damp skin. His fingers uncurled from hers with desperate urgency, palms sliding down her trembling arms before clamping onto her thighs with bruising force. Levvy gasped as he wrenched her legs wider apart, her knees hitting the mattress with a soft thud, her body spread obscenely open beneath him. The stretch burned where his cock remained buried deep inside her, the sudden shift in angle making her walls flutter around him in helpless pulses.

Levvy’s vision blurred at the edges, her nails raking down his sweat-slicked back as she arched beneath him, her body trembling with the effort to take him even deeper. "Yes, yes, breed me, daddy!” she sobbed, the words slurred and wrecked, her thighs clamping around his waist like a vise. The sensation of him stretching her open, the hot, insistent pressure of his cock pulsing inside her—it was too much, the promise of being filled sending a fresh wave of slickness coating his length.

Mateo’s breath hitched at her plea, his rhythm stuttering for a fraction of a second before he regained control with a dark chuckle. His lips found the shell of her ear, teeth scraping the sensitive skin as he growled, "Sabes lo que me pides, mi vida? You want me to knock you up? Leave you dripping with me?" His thrusts turned punishingly slow, each withdrawal dragging against her oversensitive walls before he slammed back in, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls. The threat in his voice was undeniable, a razor’s edge beneath the honeyed praise—this was the consequence of her taunting, her begging, her need.

Levvy’s moan fractured into a scream as he suddenly shifted, his hands sliding beneath her hips to tilt her pelvis upward, the new angle allowing him to sink even deeper. "Dios, fuck—" His curses mingled with hers as his cock twitched inside her, his rhythm turning erratic, his control fraying at the edges. The heat in her belly coiled tighter, her cunt fluttering around him in frantic, involuntary pulses as if her body already knew what was coming.

Levvy's scream tore through the room as her fingers twisted into the sheets, the fabric straining under her grip. "Yes—fuck—do it, daddy!" Her voice was raw, half-sob and half-plea, her hips rolling up to meet his thrusts with desperate urgency. "Fill me up. Breed me like the greedy fucking slut I am for you!" The words spilled out in a broken stream, each one punctuated by the slap of skin against skin as Mateo drove into her with relentless force.

Mateo's groan ripped through the air—guttural, primal—as his hips pistoned into Levvy with a force that sent her sliding up the mattress, her thighs splayed obscenely wide around his waist. The slap of skin against skin was drowned out only by the wet, filthy sounds of her cunt taking him, each brutal thrust driving the swollen head of his cock against her cervix with bruising precision. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, leaving crescent-shaped marks as he struck her sharply—once, twice—the sting radiating through her trembling limbs even as her body arched into the pain.

"Mierda, ahora—" His voice fractured into a snarl, the Spanish spilling from his lips in a torrent of filth and praise as his rhythm turned erratic, his hips jerking forward in shallow, desperate snaps. The vein along his cock pulsed against her walls, his release coiling tight at the base of his spine as his teeth scraped her collarbone. Levvy's breath hitched at the raw, animalistic sound he made—half-growl, half-prayer—when her cunt fluttered around him in helpless, rhythmic clenches, her body milking him with slick, greedy pulls.

Levvy’s moan shattered into a breathless cry as Mateo’s hips stuttered against hers, his cock pulsing deep inside her with thick, wet bursts that sent liquid heat flooding her womb. Her nails raked down his back in frantic arcs, leaving raised red trails in their wake as he fucked his release deeper with long, grinding thrusts—each one wringing another broken whimper from her lips. "Dios, you feel that?" Mateo growled against her throat, his voice raw with exertion as his teeth scraped her pulse point. "Mi semen dentro de ti."

His voice dissolved into a ragged groan as he rolled his hips in slow, possessive circles, ensuring every last drop spilled into her trembling body. Levvy’s thighs clamped around his waist instinctively, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses as if trying to milk him even deeper. Mateo’s laughter was dark, breathless, his lips dragging wet, sloppy kisses up the column of her neck—claiming every inch of sweat-slicked skin as his hands slid beneath her ass, lifting her hips to meet his final, punishing thrust. "Mira," he murmured against her jaw, his thumb swiping through the slick mess between their bodies before pressing it against her swollen clit. "Look how well you take me. And still so fucking tight even after I’ve filled you up."

Levvy’s back arched off the mattress with a gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure sparked white-hot beneath his touch. The overstimulation was brutal—her oversensitive clit throbbing under his rough circles, his spent cock still twitching inside her—but she couldn’t pull away, couldn’t breathe without feeling the aftershocks ripple through her. Mateo’s breath hitched as her walls clenched around him involuntarily, his hips jerking forward with a broken curse. "Again?" he rasped, his voice thick with disbelief as her thighs trembled around him. "You’re gonna cum again, mi vida?"

Her sob was answer enough—high, fractured, her nails biting into his shoulders as her body bowed beneath him. Mateo’s grip on her hips turned bruising, his thrusts turning shallow and erratic as he chased the sensation of her fluttering cunt milking him dry. "Dámelo," he demanded against her mouth, his kiss swallowing her scream as her climax tore through her, violent and consuming, her body seizing around him in helpless surrender.

Mateo's kiss swallowed Levvy's scream whole, his tongue plunging deep as her body convulsed around him—claiming the sound, the shuddering aftershocks, the very breath from her lungs as if he could consume the climax itself. The taste of salt and alcohol and her blurred together where their mouths fused, his groan vibrating against her lips when her cunt clenched around his oversensitive cock in another helpless spasm. He didn't pull away, didn't grant her respite—only deepened the kiss, his fingers tightening in her hair to angle her head back further, his hips grinding in slow, possessive circles that drew out every last tremor.

Levvy whimpered against his lips, her fingers scrabbling at his shoulders—half-push, half-plea—but Mateo merely growled and pinned her wrists back to the mattress, his thumb tracing the rapid flutter of her pulse as his tongue mimicked the filthy rhythm of his earlier thrusts. The overstimulation was brutal, her oversensitive nerves alight with every shallow roll of his hips, every drag of his lips along hers. When she tried to twist away, gasping for air, he chased her relentlessly—nipping at her lower lip before sealing their mouths together again, his kiss a dark promise of more, of again, of mine.

Their shared breath turned ragged, the air between them thick with the scent of sex and sweat and something sharper, almost primal, as Mateo finally broke the kiss with a wet sound that sent heat lancing down Levvy's spine. His lips hovered a hair's breath from hers, his exhale scalding against her swollen mouth.

Mateo’s grip on Levvy’s wrists slackened slowly, his fingers uncurling with deliberate tenderness as if afraid she might dissolve beneath him. Instead of pulling away, his palms slid down her arms—rough callouses catching on her goosebumped skin—before settling at the small of her back to haul her flush against his chest. A lock of sweat-damp hair clung to her forehead, and he brushed it aside with two fingers, his touch unexpectedly gentle compared to the bruising intensity of moments ago. His thumb lingered at her temple, tracing the rapid flutter of her pulse there as his breath ghosted over her parted lips. "¿Estás bien, mi vida?" The question was roughened by exertion, but the undercurrent—the care—made her throat tighten.

Levvy's eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, her brain still fogged with pleasure—just coherent enough to catch the shape of mi vida on Mateo's tongue, but not the meaning. The words curled around her like smoke, warm and indecipherable, until his thumb brushed her bottom lip and his voice dipped into English. "Are you okay, baby girl?"

The shift in language shouldn't have unraveled her. But it did—the way his tone gentled, the way his smile softened at the edges even as his cock twitched lazily inside her, still half-hard. Her cunt clenched reflexively around him, drawing a hissed curse from his lips as his hips jerked forward instinctively.

Mateo chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening on her hips where he'd been about to pull away. "Greedy little thing," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of her swollen mouth. "Can't even let me check on you without trying to milk me dry again?" His teeth grazed her jaw, but there was no bite to it now—just heat, and something dangerously close to affection humming beneath his words.

She blinked up at him, her breath hitching when his palm slid up her ribcage to cradle the underside of her breast—not groping, just holding, his thumb stroking idle circles that sent shivers skittering down her spine. The contrast was dizzying: the possessive sprawl of his body still pinning hers to the mattress, the wet glide of his softening cock inside her, and the unbearable tenderness in the way his other hand traced the curve of her cheekbone.

Levvy's hands lifted slowly, trembling slightly as they found Mateo's hair—thick, sweat-damp strands curling around her fingers as she scratched his scalp with blunt nails. The motion was instinctive, almost soothing, and she felt more than heard the low rumble of approval vibrate through his chest where it pressed against hers. "Sí," he murmured against her temple, his breath warm as his hips gave an involuntary little roll, his cock still twitching inside her despite being spent. The sensation drew a shaky gasp from her lips before she finally found her voice. "M'okay," she slurred, the words thick with exhaustion and lingering pleasure. "Just... wrecked."

Mateo's laugh was a dark, satisfied thing, his teeth grazing her earlobe as his fingers traced idle patterns down her sweat-slicked spine. "Bueno," he purred, the word curling around her like smoke. "Means I did my job." His thumb brushed the delicate skin under her eye—catching the dampness there she hadn't even realized had spilled over—before he pressed a kiss to her forehead that felt dangerously close to tender.

The shift was disorienting. Minutes ago, he'd been fucking her into the mattress with near-bruising force; now, he was carding his fingers through her hair with a gentleness that made her chest ache. Levvy's nails scraped lightly against his scalp again, earning another rough noise of approval as Mateo nuzzled into her touch like a big cat starved for affection. "You're gonna ruin me," she muttered, her voice still wrecked.

Mateo pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. "No, mi vida," he corrected softly, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. "I'm gonna keep you." The words shouldn't have sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly—shouldn't have made her thighs tighten reflexively around his hips—but they did, her breath hitching as his cock stirred lazily inside her. His grin turned wolfish. "See?" he murmured, rolling his hips in a slow, filthy circle that punched a whimper from her throat. "Greedy girl."

Levvy's breath caught—not just from the slow drag of Mateo’s cock inside her, still thick even as he softened, but from the promise laced through his words. The words curled around her ribs like a brand, hot and indelible. She should laugh it off, twist it into another tease, but her traitorous pulse leapt instead, her cunt fluttering around him in a weak, answering pulse that drew a groan from his throat.

Mateo’s chuckle was dark, knowing, as he pressed his forehead to hers, his thumb swiping the dampness from her cheekbone with a gentleness that belied the possessive grip of his other hand on her hip. “Mira qué bonita estás,” he murmured, the Spanish liquid against her skin. “All fucked out and still clenching around me like you want more.” His hips rolled again, deliberate, the motion more intimate than punishing now—a slow claiming rather than a demand.

The oversensitivity was brutal, her nerves alight with every shift of his body against hers, but Levvy arched into it anyway, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Asshole,” she breathed, but there was no bite to it, her voice frayed at the edges.

Mateo’s grin was all teeth as he caught her wrist, pressing her palm flat against his chest where his heartbeat thundered—rapid, unsteady. “Tell me to stop then, mi vida.” His voice was a challenge, a dare, but his fingers laced through hers again, anchoring her to him.

Levvy’s laugh was breathless, broken. “Never.”

The word hung between them, raw and honest, and Mateo’s gaze darkened—something hungrier flickering beneath the satisfaction. His kiss was sudden, consuming, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with the same relentless ownership as his cock had inside her. Levvy melted into it, her body pliant beneath his, her thighs falling open wider in silent surrender.

Mateo's kiss was relentless—a slow, searing claim that left Levvy dizzy, her lips parting instinctively beneath his as his tongue traced the seam of her mouth with deliberate, teasing strokes. He kept his hips moving in slow, grinding circles, the drag of his softening cock inside her sending sparks of oversensitive pleasure up her spine. Every rotation was calculated—just enough friction to make her thighs tremble, just enough pressure to wring a fractured gasp against his lips when his pelvis nudged her swollen clit.

Levvy squirmed beneath him, her nails scraping down his back as she tried—and failed—to arch into him for more. Mateo chuckled darkly against her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair to hold her still. "Quédate quieta," he murmured, his breath hot against her lips before he swallowed her whimper with another deep kiss. His hips rolled again, impossibly slow, the wet glide of his cock inside her obscenely audible in the quiet room.

She was dripping. She could feel the mess between her thighs where their bodies were still joined, Mateo’s release slicking her inner thighs as he lazily fucked it deeper with each deliberate circle of his hips. The sensation was torturous, her oversensitive nerves alight with every shift, every drag, her cunt fluttering weakly around him as if begging for more even as her body trembled with exhaustion.

Levvy’s breath hitched at another pulse ran through her, fingers flexing against his shoulders. "You're insufferable," she managed, but her voice lacked any real bite—just a breathless, wrecked edge that made Mateo’s grin turn wolfish.

"Sí," he agreed easily, pressing a kiss to the hinge of her jaw. "But you love it."

She didn’t deny it. Couldn’t—not when his teeth scraped her pulse point in a way that sent fresh heat pooling low in her belly, not when his fingers traced the marks he’d left on her hips with something perilously close to pride.

Levvy arched a brow, dragging her nails down Mateo's sweat-slicked back with deliberate slowness. "Love it?" she echoed, her voice hoarse but laced with mischief. "That’s a stretch, Batman." She hooked a leg over his hip with a sigh. "I tolerate you. Barely."

Mateo's laugh was a dark rumble against her throat, his teeth grazing the frantic pulse there. "Liar," he murmured, rolling his hips in a slow, filthy circle that made her gasp. "Your cunt says otherwise." His thumb brushed her lower lip, smearing the bite of his kiss. "Still squeezing me like you don’t want me to pull out."

Levvy grinned up at Mateo, her teeth flashing in the dim light as she caught his thumb between them, dragging it deeper into her mouth with a slow, deliberate lick. "Hypocrite," she murmured around his finger, her tongue swirling against the pad with filthy precision. "You think you’re one to talk? You haven’t pulled out at all since you filled me up." Her hips arched slightly, emphasizing the slow, grinding circles he hadn’t stopped—his cock still lazily nudging her oversensitive walls with every shift.

Mateo’s breath hitched, his free hand tightening on her thigh where it hooked over his hip. "Fuck," he muttered, watching her lips stretch around his thumb with something dangerously close to reverence. "You’ve got a mouth on you, mi vida." His hips rolled again, slower now—testing, teasing—and Levvy moaned around his finger, the vibration shooting straight to his cock.

Levvy sucked Mateo’s thumb deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the digit with deliberate obscenity before releasing it with a wet pop. "Thought you loved my mouth," she whispered, her voice husky with exhaustion and mischief. Then, just to watch his pupils blow wide—just to feel the way his half-hard cock twitched violently inside her—she let the word drip from her lips like honey: "Daddy."

Mateo froze. Every muscle in his body locked tight, his breath stuttering out in a ragged exhale as his hips jerked forward instinctively. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of their mingled breathing—then his thumb was pressing back against her tongue roughly, his grip in her hair tightening to near-painful. "Qué puta eres," he growled, but there was no anger in it—only dark, molten heat. His cock thickened inside her with alarming speed, his pulse visibly hammering at his throat. "Say it again."

Levvy grinned around his thumb, her teeth grazing the pad lightly before releasing it. "Make me," she challenged, arching her back slightly to feel the delicious stretch of him filling her again. The movement drew a ragged groan from Mateo’s chest, his free hand clamping down on her hip hard enough to bruise.

Mateo’s thumb pressed deeper into Levvy’s mouth, his grip tightening in her hair as she gagged around the intrusion. The sound punched out of her—wet, fractured—but he didn’t relent, his dark eyes locked onto hers as he leaned in close enough for her to taste the whiskey on his breath. "You forget yourself, mi vida," he murmured, his voice rough as gravel. His thumb curled against her tongue, pressing down until her lips stretched taut around the knuckle. "Under me. At my mercy."

Levvy glared up at Mateo through her lashes, her chin tipped up defiantly even as his thumb pressed deeper into her mouth. The challenge in her eyes burned hotter than the gin on his tongue—and then she clenched, her cunt tightening around his cock with such deliberate force that his hips jerked forward involuntarily, his breath escaping in a punched-out groan. His grip slackened just enough—and she moved, twisting beneath him with a suddenness that sent them both rolling across the mattress in a tangle of limbs and muffled curses.

The world tilted violently before settling with Levvy straddling Mateo’s hips, his cock still buried deep inside her as she braced her palms against his chest. His breath came in ragged bursts, his pupils blown so wide they swallowed the gold flecks in his eyes. "Fuck," he rasped, his hands flying to her thighs—not to push her off, but to dig his fingers into the soft flesh there, as if he couldn’t decide whether to pull her closer or flip her back beneath him.

Levvy smirked down at Mateo, her fingers pressing into the hard planes of his chest as she leaned back—just enough to feel the delicious drag of his cock inside her, still thick despite being spent. His hips jerked upward instinctively, but she rolled hers in a slow, deliberate circle, swallowing his groan with a victorious grin.

"Ah-ah," she tsked, pressing her palm flat against his sternum when he tried to surge upward. The tendons in his neck stood out in sharp relief, his grip on her thighs tightening to near-painful. "My turn." Her voice was honey-sweet, laced with a challenge that made his nostrils flare.

Mateo growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Levvy’s thighs hard enough to leave marks. "Enjoy it while it lasts, cariño," he rasped, his voice rough with restraint. The tendons in his neck stood out sharply as he fought the instinct to flip her beneath him again, his hips arching up into her slow, taunting grind. "Because the second I get—" His threat dissolved into a hissed curse as she rolled her hips again, her cunt clenching around him with deliberate precision.

Levvy grinned down at him, her fingers tracing the sweat-slick planes of his chest. "Promises, promises," she purred, rocking forward just enough to drag a broken groan from his lips. The power thrumming through her veins was intoxicating—the way his body responded to her every move, the way his dark eyes tracked her with predatory intensity even as she held him pinned beneath her.

Levvy knew Mateo could flip her beneath him again in a heartbeat—his grip on her thighs was tight enough to leave bruises, his muscles coiled like a predator waiting to strike. But the knowledge only made the power humming through her veins sweeter. “Let me take care of you, Daddy.” She moans and he answers with a groan of his own, dark eyes watching her every move. She arched her back, slowly rising on his cock until just the tip remained inside her, her thighs trembling with the effort. The air between them crackled with tension, thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Then—with a sharp exhale—she dropped back down, her body clapping against his with a sound loud enough to echo off the walls. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dawn painted the hotel room in pale gold, the kind of light that made everything look softer—like the world had been dipped in honey. Levvy lay sprawled on her stomach, her cheek pressed into sheets that smelled like sex and Mateo’s leather jacket. Her limbs felt like they’d been replaced with wet cotton, heavy and useless. Every breath stirred the damp curls stuck to her forehead. She didn’t remember when they’d stopped. Ninth round? Tenth? The numbers blurred together in a haze of sweat and bitten-off curses.

A pulse between her thighs made her twitch. His cum was still leaking out of her, warm and sluggish, tracing a sticky path down her inner thigh. She should be disgusted. Should be scrambling for a towel. Instead, she pressed her thighs tighter together, chasing the phantom sensation of him still inside her.

A palm slid down Levvy’s spine in slow, possessive strokes—the same hand that had pinned her wrists to the mattress not an hour ago now kneading the tension from her shoulders with surprising tenderness. His fingertips traced the knobs of her vertebrae, pausing to press into the knots along her lower back where she’d arched too hard against him. A whimper escaped her lips when his thumb found the tender spot just above her tailbone, the pain-pleasure of his touch radiating through her exhausted muscles.

“Tan buena para mí,” Mateo murmured against the sweat-damp skin between her shoulder blades, his Spanish curling around her like smoke. His lips lingered there, warm and unexpectedly soft against the marks his teeth had left earlier. “Tan perfecta.” Each word ghosted over her skin as his hands worked lower, thumbs circling the dimples at the base of her spine until her hips twitched involuntarily against the sheets.

Levvy groaned into the rumpled sheets, her voice muffled and thick with exhaustion. The sound barely had time to fade before Mateo's chest vibrated against her bare back with a low chuckle, his breath warm as he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades—softer than anything his mouth had done to her all night. "Mi gatita cansada," he murmured, the Spanish curling drowsily around her. His hands slid beneath her hips, fingers splaying possessively across the sticky mess he'd left between her thighs. "Vamos a limpiarte, nena, ¿sí?"

She whined high in her throat as his hands began to move her on the sheets. The protest died in Levvy's throat when his palms cupped her ass, lifting her effortlessly from the mattress. She whined instinctively—too wrung-out for dignity—her limbs dangling like overcooked noodles as he hauled her against his chest.

"Shhh," Mateo soothed, his voice roughened by exhaustion but threaded with something dangerously close to tenderness. His lips brushed her temple as he adjusted his grip, one arm hooked beneath her knees, the other cradling her back. Levvy's head lolled against his shoulder, her eyelids fluttering shut despite her weak attempt to glare up at him.

Mateo carried Levvy into the bathroom without breaking stride, his grip unyielding even as her legs dangled limply over his forearm. The motion should have jostled her—should have made her stomach lurch—but his arms were steady as iron bands, cradling her against his chest like she weighed nothing at all. The bathroom lights flickered on automatically, harsh against Levvy’s sleep-sticky eyes, but she didn’t protest when Mateo nudged the door shut with his hip, sealing them into the humid, mirrored space.

He never set her down. Not when he reached across the marble counter to palm the faucet handle, not when he tested the water temperature with his free hand—his fingers skimming the surface while his other arm kept her anchored against him. Levvy tucked her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the salt-and-leather scent of his skin as the tub began to fill. Steam curled upward, fogging the mirrors in slow, hazy tendrils, and she could feel the exact moment Mateo’s muscles relaxed—the shift in his posture subtle but unmistakable—as the heat seeped into the room.

Levvy sighed as the hot water enveloped them, her body sinking deeper against Mateo’s chest as he adjusted her between his thighs. The steam curled around them, dampening the ends of her hair where it fanned over his shoulder. His hands slid down her waist, calloused thumbs tracing idle patterns against her hipbones. She tilted her head back to rest against his collarbone, her lashes fluttering shut when his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"Better?" Mateo murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion but softened at the edges. His fingers skimmed up her ribs, pausing to press into the tender spot just beneath her breast where his teeth had left faint marks. Levvy hummed in response, her toes curling under the water as his palm flattened over her stomach, drawing her tighter against him.

Mateo’s fingers traced the fading marks along Levvy’s ribs first—the crescent moons of her own nails, the faint bruises from his grip. His touch lingered on the purpling bite above her hipbone, thumb pressing just hard enough to make her twitch against him. "Mierda," he muttered, voice thick with something between pride and regret. The steam curled around them as he shifted her forward slightly, his free hand sliding down her stomach with deliberate slowness.

When his fingers brushed her mound beneath the water, Levvy’s entire body jerked—a sharp, involuntary reaction that sloshed water over the tub’s edge. Her thighs clamped together instinctively, trapping his wrist as a broken whimper tore from her throat. Mateo hissed through his teeth, his grip tightening on her hip. "Fuck, you’re swollen," he growled, the pad of his middle finger skating lightly over her clit. The contact was feather-light, barely there, but she arched like she’d been electrocuted, her nails digging into his thigh where it bracketed her.

"Your fault," she slurred, her voice thick and slow with exhaustion. Her hips rolled back against him anyway, seeking friction even as she cursed him for it. The motion dragged her ass against his half-hard cock, and his chest vibrated with a low laugh that stuttered into a groan when she did it again—deliberately this time, grinding down with the last dregs of her energy.

Mateo’s arm banded around her waist like iron, yanking her back against his chest hard enough to make the water slosh violently. "Behave," he rumbled against the damp skin of her shoulder, his teeth scraping the tender spot where her neck met her collarbone. His free hand slid down her stomach, fingertips tracing the sensitive crease of her thigh before dipping lower—not to tease, but to spread her open beneath the water. "Or this bath turns into something else."

The water rippled as Levvy shuddered, her thighs clamping reflexively around Mateo's wrist when she felt the first thick trickle of his cum escape her. A broken whimper escaped her lips—half from oversensitivity, half from the shameless thrill of it—as his fingers caught the spill against her thigh. "Fuck," Mateo growled, his grip tightening on her hipbone as he watched his own release swirl lazily in the bathwater. His Spanish curses curled through the steam, rough and reverent, before his fingers slid higher, tracing her swollen folds with deliberate intent.

"Tan apretada todavía," he muttered against the nape of her neck, his teeth scraping the damp skin there as his middle finger pressed inward. Levvy's back arched violently, her hips jerking away from the intrusion before rocking back onto his hand with a sob. The water sloshed over the edge of the tub as he worked her open, his fingers curling just enough to coax more of his spend from her trembling pussy.

Mateo’s fingers dipped lower with deliberate slowness, the pads of his fingertips pressing against Levvy’s swollen folds as he gathered the slick mess of his own release. She shuddered violently, her thighs clamping around his wrist as he worked two fingers into her with torturous precision, curling them just enough to coax another thick trickle from her oversensitive cunt. The water rippled around them as she arched, a broken whimper escaping her lips when his thumb brushed her clit in a cruel, fleeting tease.

"You’re the one touching me," Levvy gasped, her voice hoarse with exhaustion and defiance. She rolled her hips back against his hand, her nails digging into his thigh where it bracketed hers. "After all that—‘behave or else’—and here you are—" Her words dissolved into a moan as his fingers crooked deeper, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit with just enough pressure to make her vision blur. "Fuck—hypocrite."

Mateo’s laugh vibrated against Levvy’s nape, warm and dark as his teeth grazed the damp skin there. “Sshh, gatita,” he murmured, his fingers still working her open with slow, filthy precision. The water rippled around them with every shallow thrust of his hand. “I’m just cleaning you up from the inside out—like a good daddy should.” His thumb swiped through the slick mess clinging to her folds, gathering another pearl of his release before pressing it back inside her with a wet sound that made her toes curl. 

Levvy shuddered, her thighs trembling around his wrist as his fingers curled deeper—not enough to push her over the edge again, just enough to make her feel the stretch, the ache, the way her body clung to him even now. “Bullshit,” she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily when his palm ground against her clit. The word dissolved into a moan as his lips found the shell of her ear, his tongue tracing the delicate curve before he nipped hard enough to make her yelp. 

“So ungrateful,” Mateo tutted, his voice dripping with mock innocence even as his fingers sped up, fucking her in shallow, relentless strokes. His free hand slid up her ribs to palm her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple with deliberate cruelty. “After I took such good care of you—filled you up so nice—” His teeth sank into her shoulder as his fingers crooked sharply inside her, wrenching a broken cry from her throat. “You’d let me do it again, wouldn’t you?”

Levvy grumbled low in her throat—half frustration, half exhaustion—her fingers clamping around Mateo’s wrist with surprising strength despite her spent muscles. She yanked his hand away from her oversensitive cunt with a wet sound that made them both twitch, water sloshing violently as she twisted in his arms. Mateo’s grip tightened instinctively on her hips, his breath hitching when she straddled his thighs, her knees digging into the porcelain beneath them. 

“Enough,” she slurred, her voice rough from screaming his name all night. Her palms flattened against his chest, fingers splaying over the damp, dark hair there as she rocked forward—deliberately, clumsily—her swollen folds dragging against the thick length of him where it lay half-hard against his stomach. Mateo’s groan vibrated against her palms, his hips jerking upward involuntarily as her heat seared into him. “You’re cleaning nothing,” she muttered, her lips brushing his collarbone as she shifted higher, her thighs trembling with the effort. “Just fucking tormenting me.”

Mateo’s laugh was dark, his hands sliding up her back to fist in her damp hair, yanking her head back to expose the column of her throat. “And you love it,” he rasped, his teeth scraping the pulse point beneath her jaw. His hips rolled upward, the blunt head of his cock catching at her entrance—not pushing in, just teasing, making her whine high in her throat. “Don’t you, mi vida?” 

Levvy’s breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she sank down onto him with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. The stretch burned—deliciously, unbearably—her body still tender from taking him raw all night. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as she bottomed out, her thighs shaking where they bracketed his. Mateo’s grip on her hair turned punishing, his other hand clamping down on her hip hard enough to bruise as he forced her to still, his breath ragged against her throat. “Fuck—still so tight,” he gritted out, his voice thick with awe. “Like you were made for me.”

She rocked forward experimentally, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses that drew a ragged groan from his lips. The water rippled around them, steam curling off their sweat-slick skin as she moved—slow at first, then with more purpose, her hips rolling in lazy circles that had his fingers digging into her flesh. “Maybe I was,” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she lifted herself almost entirely off him, only to drop back down with a wet slap that echoed off the tiled walls. 

Mateo’s curse was filthy, his hips jerking upward to meet her halfway, his cock driving deeper than before. His hands slid down to grip her ass, fingers spreading her apart as he guided her movements, his breath hot against her neck. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint. “Take what you need, gatita.” 

The sound that tore from Levvy’s throat wasn’t human—a raw, guttural moan that vibrated against Mateo’s collarbone as she clenched around him. “Daddy—fill me up again,” she gasped, her nails raking down his chest, leaving angry red trails in their wake. “I want it—want your cum—” Her words dissolved into a whimper as she ground down hard, the water sloshing violently around them as she took him deeper, her swollen walls fluttering in helpless pulses.

Mateo’s head snapped back with a sharp crack against the shower tiles, his groan ricocheting off the porcelain as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips. “Fuck—mi vida,” he gritted out, his accent thickening with every ragged breath. His hips jerked upward, driving into her with a brutality that made her sob, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his. “I’ll give it to you—every fucking drop—” His promise was punctuated by a punishing thrust that stole the air from her lungs. “Breed you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

Levvy’s climax hit like a freight train—her body bowing violently as her cunt milked him in rhythmic spasms, her scream muffled against the damp skin of his throat. Mateo cursed, his grip turning vicious as he chased his own release, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. The water churned around them, steam thickening the air until Levvy could barely breathe—could barely think beyond the white-hot pleasure coiling tighter with every snap of his hips.

Her lips found his in a messy, gasping kiss—all teeth and desperation, the taste of copper and sweat mingling on their tongues.

Mateo’s groan vibrated against Levvy’s lips—a raw, guttural sound that dissolved into her mouth as his hips stuttered violently against hers. His fingers dug into her ass hard enough to bruise, holding her flush against him as his cock pulsed deep inside her, each thick pulse of cum wringing another shattered moan from her throat. “Tan buena para mí,” he gasped against her swollen lips, his Spanish rough with exertion, the words curling into her mouth like smoke. “Mi puta perfecta—fuck—” His teeth sank into her lower lip as his hips jerked erratically, his release spilling into her with hot, relentless waves that made her thighs tremble where they bracketed his.

Levvy’s breath hitched when Mateo’s palm slid up her spine, his touch unexpectedly tender as he cradled the back of her head—a sharp contrast to the brutal grip he’d had on her hair moments before. His fingers tangled in the damp strands at her nape, gently guiding her forehead to rest against his collarbone as his other hand smoothed down the curve of her back, tracing the knobs of her vertebrae with reverent fingertips. The gentleness unraveled her more than the orgasm had; her throat tightened inexplicably as she sagged against him, her spent body molding to his like warm wax.

“Shhh,” Mateo murmured against her temple, his lips brushing the damp skin there—softer than anything his mouth had done all night. His thumbs traced idle circles against her hipbones as his cock twitched weakly inside her, still half-hard despite his release. The water rippled around them, gone lukewarm now, steam long dissipated into the humid air. Levvy could feel his heartbeat thundering against her sternum, the rapid rhythm matching hers as his chest rose and fell in ragged bursts beneath her cheek.

She didn’t realize she was shaking until Mateo’s hands slid up her ribs, his palms cradling her face with surprising delicacy. His thumbs brushed the tear tracks she hadn’t noticed streaking her cheeks—silent, involuntary things born from exhaustion and overwhelm rather than sorrow. “Gatita,” he chided softly, his voice rasping with spent desire as he pressed a kiss to the corner of her eye, his lips catching the salt on her skin. The tenderness was jarring after hours of filthy praise and sharper teeth; it made her breath catch in a way that had nothing to do with pleasure.

Levvy’s fingers flexed against his chest, her nails skimming the dark hair there before curling into loose fists. She wanted to say something—something sharp, something defiant to shatter this dangerous softness—but all that escaped was a fractured sigh when his lips found hers again, slow and languid this time, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth with none of the earlier desperation. The kiss tasted like exhaustion and salt, like the faint metallic tang of blood from where they’d bitten each other too hard, like something perilously close to affection.

Levvy broke from the kiss with a content sigh, her forehead resting against Mateo’s collarbone as she curled into him, her limbs loose and pliant in the murky water. The bath had long gone lukewarm, their combined release swirling lazily around them as she traced idle patterns through the dark hair dusting his chest. “Now we can get clean,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from overuse, the words slurring with exhaustion.

Mateo barked out a laugh—rough and sudden—his chest vibrating against Levvy’s cheek where she’d slumped against him. His arms tightened around her, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head as he pressed a kiss to her damp hair. “Sí, gatita,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and exhaustion, his thumb brushing the shell of her ear. “But we might need to change the water first.” 

Levvy peered down at the murky bathwater between them, her nose wrinkling at the swirling evidence of their debauchery. A half-hysterical giggle bubbled up her throat—part exhaustion, part disbelief—as she flicked a lazy finger through the lukewarm mess. “Yeah,” she slurred, her voice wrecked, “that’s probably a smart idea.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Levvy stabbed her fork into her pancakes with more force than necessary, syrup splattering across the pristine white plate. Across the booth, her mother arched a perfectly manicured brow—the same one she used to use when Levvy tried to sneak out past curfew at sixteen on Jess’ insistence. 

"Hungry?" her mom teased, sipping her mimosa with deliberate nonchalance. 

Levvy rolled her eyes, shoving a too-large bite into her mouth to avoid answering. The diner’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow that did nothing to hide the faint bruises peeking out from beneath the sleeves of her oversized sweater. She’d chosen this place deliberately—the same sticky vinyl booths where she’d drowned her teenage sadness in bottomless chocolate milkshakes. But the nostalgia tasted bitter now, underscored by the phantom ache between her thighs every time she shifted on the cracked leather seat.

"Sweetheart." Her mom’s voice softened, fingers tapping the edge of Levvy’s plate. "Talk to me. Is this still about Danny?" 

Levvy's fork screeched against the plate, syrup pooling around her mangled pancakes like a sticky crime scene. "Mom, Jesus—can we not?" She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt, the motion tugging at the tender spot on her neck where Mateo’s teeth had left their mark two nights ago. The bruises hidden under her sweater throbbed in time with her pulse, a phantom reminder that made her thighs press together under the table.

Her mother’s brow arched higher, the same way it did when Levvy used to lie about finishing her homework. "Mhm. Over it, are we?" The mimosa glass clicked against the Formica as she set it down, her French-tipped nails tapping once—twice. "Sweetheart, no one gets over two years in three days. Not even you."

The diner’s fluorescent lights buzzed like angry hornets overhead, bleaching out the dark circles under Levvy’s eyes. She stabbed another bite, watching syrup bleed into the pancake crevices. "Yeah, well," she muttered around a mouthful of batter and lies, "turns out it’s pretty fucking easy when you catch him balls-deep in some—" Her voice cracked. The fork trembled in her grip.

Levvy shook her head sharply, the motion sending her hair swinging forward like a makeshift curtain. "Can we talk about literally anything else?" The words came out too fast, her voice cracking on the last syllable. She reached for her orange juice, the condensation slick against her fingers, and took a gulp too large to be casual. The acid burned the back of her throat—a welcome distraction from the prickling behind her eyes.

Her mother's hand paused mid-air, the mimosa glass hovering between the table and her lips. For a heartbeat, Levvy saw the exact moment her mom's therapist training warred with maternal instinct—the slight tightening around her eyes, the way her manicured fingers flexed against the stem. Then, with a quiet sigh, she set the glass down and reached across the syrup-smeared tabletop to cover Levvy's hand with her own. "Okay, baby," she murmured, her thumb brushing over Levvy's knuckles. "But you know I'm here. Always."

Levvy forced a weak smile and squeezed her mother’s hand before pulling away. "Thanks, Mom," she murmured, genuine despite the exhaustion weighing down her syllables. She dragged her fork through the syrup again, carving aimless patterns as her mother launched into a story about her book club’s latest drama—something about stolen scones and passive-aggressive Post-it notes. Levvy nodded at all the right places, making small noises of acknowledgment, but her mind was already slipping backward, rewinding two nights to the feel of Mateo’s teeth on her collarbone, the way his rough hands had mapped every inch of her like he was memorizing her for later.

The diner’s coffee tasted burnt and bitter, but she gulped it anyway, letting the heat scald her tongue as her mother prattled on. Her thighs clenched under the table at the memory of Mateo’s voice—low and rough in her ear, his Spanish curling around her like smoke. Mi vida. The nickname had stuck like gum to the underside of her thoughts, popping up at inconvenient moments—like now, as her mother described Mrs. Henderson’s meltdown over mismatched teacups.

A droplet of syrup slid down her wrist, sticky and warm against her skin. She stared at it, transfixed, remembering the way Mateo had licked a similar trail off her inner thigh before biting down hard enough to bruise. The sudden throb between her legs was so sharp she nearly dropped her fork.

The syrup pooled into a slow, deliberate drip off Levvy’s wrist—just as deliberate as Mateo’s fingers had been when they’d traced the same path up her thigh in the predawn dark. Her mother’s voice blurred into static as the memory hit her with the force of a head-on collision: the way Mateo’s knuckles had whitened around the steering wheel when her teeth scraped his earlobe, the purr of his engine idling outside Jess’ parents’ pristine suburban home like some kind of filthy secret.

Mateo kissed her like a man memorizing the shape of her mouth—slow, deep, deliberate. His fingers tangled in her sleep-mussed hair, tilting her head back just enough that she could feel the faint scrape of his stubble against her chin. Levvy breathed him in—gin and sweat and the lingering bite of hotel soap—as his tongue swept against hers in a rhythm that felt less like hunger and more like punctuation. A full stop at the end of a sentence they’d written all over each other’s skin.

She smelled like him now—like his cologne clinging to the borrowed black cashmere swallowing her frame, like sex and exhaustion soaked into her pores. His sweater hung past her thighs, the sleeves swallowing her hands whole when she curled her fingers into the fabric to keep from reaching for him again. Only her bra and skirt had survived, though the latter was stretched beyond recognition, the zipper busted from when he’d yanked it down her hips the night before.

Mateo’s lips brushed Levvy’s forehead—softer than anything his mouth had done all night—as he murmured something in Spanish that curled warm against her skin. The words were liquid honey, syllables melting together in a way she couldn’t parse but felt bone-deep. His thumb traced the hinge of her jaw gently, savoring this, her.

"Say it in English," Levvy demanded, nipping at his stubbled chin.

Mateo huffed a laugh, his breath stirring the hair stuck to her temple with sweat. "Te voy a extrañar, gatita," he repeated, slower this time, as if that would help. His accent thickened with exhaustion, the words rasping like gravel under tires. When she squinted up at him, he smirked and tapped her nose. "Means you’re a menace."

Levvy giggled against Mateo's stubbled cheek, her lips brushing his skin as she murmured, "You're such a liar, daddy," before darting out of the car before he could snag her wrist. The morning air was crisp, biting at her bare thighs where his sweater barely covered her, but she barely felt it—too busy grinning at the growl he let out as she slammed the passenger door shut behind her.

Levvy winked at him through the car window—one last act of defiance before turning toward the house—but the smirk died on her lips as his tires crunched over the gravel drive. The taillights of Mateo’s car blurred in her vision, shrinking to pinpricks before vanishing around the corner. Her fingers flexed against the cold metal knob of Jess’ front door, suddenly aware of the hollow pit in her stomach. Shit. Not even a number. Just the ghost of his teeth on her skin and the lingering scent of his cologne clinging to the sweater swallowing her frame.

The porch light flicked on abruptly, nearly giving Levvy a heart attack. Jess ripped open the door, adorned with dancing tacos, her bleary gaze dropping to Levvy's borrowed sweater—the oversized black cashmere that drowned her frame, the sleeves hanging past her fingertips—before zeroing in on the bite mark peeking above the collar. 

"Well fuck me sideways," Jess breathed, her sleep-rough voice cracking with glee. "You did get destroyed." She yanked Levvy inside with a cackle, her fingers already plucking at the sweater's hem. "Oh my god, is this his? Smells like expensive cologne and bad decisions—ten out of ten, would huff."

Levvy swatted at Jess’s probing fingers with a grumble, but her best friend only cackled louder, practically vibrating with glee as she dragged Levvy up the stairs by the sleeve of Mateo’s sweater. "Oh no you don’t," Jess hissed, her whisper somehow louder than her normal speaking voice. "You do not get to waltz in here smelling like sex and regret and not spill everything—oh my god, is that a hickey?!"

"—and I invited someone to join us," her mom was saying, cutting the memory short, fingers tapping the rim of her mimosa glass with deliberate casualness. The clink of ice cubes sounded like a warning bell.

Levvy blinked slowly, her fork hovering mid-air. "What?"

Levvy's mother tilted her head, her fingers tracing the rim of her mimosa glass in slow, deliberate circles. The condensation left wet spirals on the Formica tabletop, like the ghost of something unfinished. "I know it’s been hard for you lately," she said, voice softer now, the way it got when she was choosing her words carefully—therapist-mode activated. "And your high school graduation coming up in a couple months…" She paused, tapping one French-tipped nail against the glass. "It’s a big step."

Levvy nodded slowly, syrup dripping from her fork onto the plate as she blinked at her mother. "Okay...?" The word stretched into three syllables, her brow furrowing as she tried to connect graduation pancakes with unexpected breakfast guests. Her mom never did anything without seventeen layers of meaning—therapy sessions had taught her that much—but this particular non sequitur had her brain stalling like a dying engine.

Her mother shifted on the vinyl seat, the squeak loud in the sudden silence between them. The diner’s coffee machine hissed like an angry cat, and Levvy watched as her mom’s fingers—usually so steady—fiddled with the stem of her mimosa glass.

“I contacted your father,” her mom said abruptly.

Levvy’s fork clattered onto the plate like a gunshot, syrup splattering across the Formica tabletop in slow, sticky arcs. The diner’s ambient noise—clinking silverware, the hiss of the coffee machine—faded into white noise as her mother’s words detonated between them.

"You—" Levvy’s throat clicked dryly. She’d never known her father. Never seen a photograph. Never heard his name spoken aloud in their house except in the sharp silence that followed whenever she’d asked as a child. That silence had grown teeth over the years, until she stopped asking altogether.

Levvy's mother reached across the table, her French-tipped nails glinting under the diner's harsh fluorescents as her fingers closed around Levvy's wrist. "Sweetheart," she said, and the careful therapist cadence in her voice made Levvy's stomach drop, "I want you to meet him."

Levvy's jaw clenched so tight her molars ached. The syrup on her tongue turned to ash as she swallowed back the acid rising in her throat. Every muscle in her body coiled—ready to bolt, ready to scream, ready to flip this fucking table—but before she could do anything stupid, her mother's gaze flicked over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up as she recognized someone. "Oh—perfect, right on time."

The voice hit Levvy like a sucker punch to the ribs—low, rough, and edged with that same goddamn accent that had curled around her skin two nights ago. "Lo siento, I'm late."

Levvy's head snapped toward the voice so fast her neck cracked. The diner's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry hornets, bleaching Mateo's sharp features into something ghostly pale—but there was no mistaking the scar above his eyebrow, the way his dark hair curled just slightly at the nape of his neck, or the slow-dawning horror widening his golden flecked brown eyes as they locked onto hers.

Levvy’s breath caught in her throat like a fishhook. Mateo’s features sharpened into something unnervingly familiar—the same stubborn set of his jaw, the identical arch of his brow. Even the way his lips parted slightly in shock mirrored her own expression perfectly.

Her mother's hand moved from Levvy's wrist to smooth over her clenched fist, fingers pressing gently against the white-knuckled tension. "Sweetheart," she murmured, voice softer than Levvy had ever heard it—not therapist soft, but mom soft, the kind that used to soothe skinned knees and broken Barbies—"this is your father." 

Fuck.