Lust in sin (erotic collection)

Chapter2

Elena's POV

I can't even begin to tell you how excited I was for therapy today. I mean, after what happened last time, I was dying to see Matteo again. And let me tell you, the wait was absolute torture. A whole f*****g week of just thinking about him, about how he looked at me when I was touching myself, how he said he found me attractive... f**k, it was driving me crazy.

But finally, the day arrived. I got up extra early, made sure I looked my best - you know, the whole works. Low-cut top, tight jeans, the works. I wanted to make sure Matteo noticed me this time.

When I walked into his office, I felt like my heart was gonna explode out of my chest. But then I saw him, sitting there all calm and collected like nothing had happened between us. It made me feel...I don't know. A little bit crazy, maybe.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual even though I was anything but. "How's it going?"

Matteo looked up from his notepad and smiled at me. "Elena," he said warmly. "I'm glad you could make it. How have you been since our last session?"

And that's when it hit me. The realization that...that Matteo was the guy I'd been thinking about non-stop. The one who made me so horny I couldn't even think straight. It was like a light bulb went off in my head.

"Matteo," I said, my voice shaking a little. "I think...I think you're the one. The guy I've been dreaming about. You're the reason I can't stop touching myself."

He didn't look surprised at all. In fact, he almost looked...amused? "Is that so?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "And why do you think that is?"

I shrugged, trying to act like it wasn't a big deal even though it totally was. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe because you're so...intense. Like, you have this way of looking at me that just makes me want to rip my clothes off and jump your bones."

Matteo chuckled softly. "Is that right?" he said. "Well, I'm flattered. But I'm afraid we have a bit of a conflict of interest here."

I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. "Elena, I'm married," he said simply. "And as much as I might be...attracted to you, I can't act on those feelings. It wouldn't be ethical."

My heart sank. Of course he was married. He was way too good-looking not to be. But still...I couldn't just give up that easily.

"Married?" I scoffed. "So what? That doesn't mean anything these days. Besides, I didn't say anything about you having to actually do anything with me. I just...I need your help, Matteo. I can't stop thinking about you."

He looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he uncrossed his legs and stood up from his chair.

"I'm sorry, Elena," he said softly. "But I can't do this. It's not professional."

I felt a surge of frustration rise up inside me. "f**k professionalism," I snapped. "What about what I need? What about my feelings?"

Matteo shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said again. "But I can't...I won't let this happen."

I stood up then, my heart pounding in my chest. "Fine," I said bitterly. "Have it your way. But don't expect me to stop thinking about you. Because I won't. No matter what you say."

I turned to leave, feeling tears sting at the corners of my eyes. But before I could reach the door, Matteo was there, blocking my path.

"Elena," he said, his voice low. "Please...don't do this. Don't make me choose between my career and...and what I want."

I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. He was so close I could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. And suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted.

"Matteo," I whispered. "Kiss me."

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. Then, slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Suddenly, I was kissing him back with everything I had, my hands fisting in his hair, my body pressing against his. He kissed me back just as fiercely, his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring every inch of me.

But then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Matteo pulled away from me, his chest heaving.

"Elena," he gasped. "We can't...I'm married..."

But I wasn't listening anymore. I was too focused on the bulge in his pants, the way it strained against the fabric, begging to be let free.

"Matteo," I breathed. "You want me. I know you do."

He didn't deny it. He just looked at me with those intense, soulful eyes of his, his breath coming fast and hard.

"Please," I begged. "Let me help you. Let me show you how good it can be."

And then, slowly, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his throbbing c**k from its confines.

I knelt down in front of him, my mouth watering at the sight of it. "Let me," I whispered.

And then I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around his girth. He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat.

"f**k," he gasped. "Elena...your mouth feels so good..."

I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, and I knew he was getting close. But just as he was about to come, he pulled me off of him, panting heavily.

"Wait," he said. "Not like this. I want...I want to be inside you."

I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up and started stripping off my clothes as fast as I could, not caring where they landed on the floor. Matteo did the same, kicking off his pants and pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion.

And then we were naked, pressing our bodies together, our lips and hands exploring every inch of each other's skin.

"Elena," he groaned against my neck. "You're so beautiful. So perfect."

I moaned in response, my nails digging into his back as he lifted me up onto his desk, spreading my legs wide.

"Please," I whimpered. "Matteo...I need you inside me. Now."

He didn't hesitate. He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me up completely. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my walls clenching tight around him.

"You're so tight...so wet..."

And then he was moving, pumping in and out of me at a furious pace, his hips slamming against mine with each thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me.

"Harder," I begged. "f**k me harder, Matteo. Make me yours."

He complied, slamming into me with such force that the desk shook beneath us. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, our moans and cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.

I could feel my orgasm building fast, my body tightening with each thrust. And then, with a final, hard slam of his hips, I was coming undone, my p***y clamping down on his c**k like a vice.

"Matteo!" I screamed. "f**k yes...come inside me...fill me up..."

He didn't need to be told twice. With a final thrust and a groan of my name, he emptied himself inside me, his hot seed flooding my p***y and spilling out around his c**k.

We collapsed together onto the desk, panting and sweaty and spent. And for a long moment, neither of us spoke. We just held each other tight, basking in the afterglow of our shared pleasure.

But eventually, reality began to set in. Matteo pulled out of me slowly, and I felt his c*m leaking out of my p***y and onto the desk below.

"We shouldn't have done that," he said quietly, his voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Elena. This was a mistake."

I sat up slowly, feeling a pang of hurt at his words. "A mistake?" I repeated. "Is that really what you think?"

He looked at me then, his eyes filled with sadness and guilt. "I...I don't know what to think," he admitted. "But I do know that...that this can't happen again. It's not right."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes then, but I blinked them back angrily. "Fine," I said shortly. "Whatever you say, Doctor."

I started gathering up my clothes then, my movements stiff and robotic. Matteo watched me silently.

"I'll see myself out," I said coldly as I pulled on my top and jeans. "Thanks for...thanks for everything."

And then I was gone, slamming the door behind me as I stormed out into the hallway. I could feel the tears starting to fall now, and I swiped at them angrily with the back of my hand.

Fuck him, I thought bitterly. f**k him and his marriage and his stupid ethics. I knew this was a bad idea from the start. But did I listen to myself? No. Because I'm an i***t who thinks with her p***y instead of her brain.

I hailed a cab and climbed into the back seat, giving the driver my address through gritted teeth. As we pulled away from the curb, I glanced back at Matteo's office building, wondering if he was watching me go.

Probably not, I thought bitterly. He's probably already moved on to his next patient, erasing any memory of me from his mind.

I sighed heavily and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes against the sudden sting of tears. What a f*****g mess this whole thing had turned out to be. And the worst part was...I knew it wasn't over yet.

Because no matter how much Matteo might try to deny it, I knew he felt something for me too. Something real and powerful and undeniable. And someday...someday he was going t

o admit it to himself.

But until then...well, let's just say therapy sessions were going to get a whole lot more interesting.