The Last Train to Sin 2

💦Claimed in the Villa💦

Matteo stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still throbbing as the footsteps got louder outside. I froze under him, heart hammering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs.

"Move," I whispered urgently, pushing at his chest. "Get off me before he walks in."

He pulled out slowly, both of us wincing at the loss. My body felt empty and aching. He yanked his pants up fast while I scrambled to pull my skirt down and close my blouse. Buttons were missing. We looked wrecked.

A key turned in the lock. The front door swung open.

"Matteo? You home?" a voice called out. Younger, similar accent but lighter.

Matteo stepped in front of me, blocking Luca's view. "Yeah, I'm here. Didn't expect you tonight, Luca."

Luca walked into the living room and stopped short. His eyes flicked from Matteo's messy hair to my flushed face and the scattered clothes on the floor. He smirked. "Oh. Company. Sorry, brother. I brought some wine from the cellar in Palermo. Thought we could talk business."

I stood up on shaky legs, trying to smooth my damp hair. "Hi. Elena."

Luca looked me up and down, still grinning. "Nice to meet you, Elena. Didn't mean to interrupt... whatever this was."

Matteo rubbed the back of his neck. "It's late, Luca. Can this wait till morning?"

Luca set the bottles on the table, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sure. I'll crash in the guest room. Don't let me stop you two." He winked at me before heading down the hall. "Have fun."

The moment his door clicked shut, Matteo turned to me. His green eyes burned. "Where were we?"

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. "You left me empty. Fix that, now."

He kissed me hard, tongue pushing into my mouth as he backed me toward the bedroom. "You were so wet when I was inside you. Even with my brother two rooms away, you still want it?"

"Yes." I bit his lip. "I don't care who hears. Finish what you started on the train."

We stumbled into his big bedroom. He kicked the door shut but didn't lock it. The risk made everything hotter. Matteo pushed me onto the bed and stripped fast. His body was all muscle and olive skin, cock standing thick and ready.

"Take that skirt off," he ordered. "I want to see all of you."

I unzipped it and tossed it aside, lying there in just my open blouse. "Like this?"

"Fuck yes." He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide. "Look at that pretty pussy, still dripping from earlier."

He rubbed the head of his cock along my folds, teasing my clit. I arched up, trying to get him inside.

"Stop teasing, Matteo. I need you deep."

He pushed in with one hard thrust, filling me completely. We both moaned loud. He didn't hold back this time. He fucked me fast, hips slamming against mine.

"God, you feel so good," he growled, gripping my thighs. "Tight and hot. Made for my cock."

"Harder," I gasped, nails raking down his back. "Fuck me like you mean it, don't be gentle."

He drove deeper, the bed banging against the wall. "Like this? You like getting fucked by a stranger you met on a train?"

"Yes. Yes." I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I came on your fingers like a slut and now I'm taking every inch."

Matteo groaned and flipped us so I was on top. "Ride me then. Show me how bad you want it."

I sank down on him, taking him all the way. It felt even bigger from this angle. I rocked my hips, grinding on him. "You like that? Feeling how wet I am for you?"

His hands gripped my ass, guiding me faster. "I love it. Bounce on my cock, Elena. Let me watch those tits move."

I rode him harder, breasts bouncing with every slam. Sweat covered us. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. I didn't care if Luca heard. I leaned down and kissed him messy, biting his neck.

"Tell me something real," I whispered while still moving on him. "Why were you on that train alone tonight?"

Matteo thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot. "Been alone too long. Three years since I lost my wife. Tonight... I saw you and couldn't look away."

I slowed my movements, rolling my hips deep. "I'm sorry. That must hurt."

"It does." He sat up, wrapping his arms around me, still inside me. "But right now, with you, it feels less heavy. Don't stop moving."

I kept riding him, slower now but intense. "I got dumped two years ago. Thought I was done with men. Then you touched me and... fuck, I needed it."

We moved together, foreheads pressed. His hands roamed my back, my breasts, everywhere.

"You feel so perfect," he murmured. "I could stay inside you all night."

"Then do it." I kissed him again. "Make me come again, Matteo. I want to squeeze you when I do."

He flipped me onto my back again and pounded deep. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast. "Come on my cock, let me feel it."

The pressure built fast. I grabbed his shoulders, moaning his name. "I'm close, don't stop, right there."

He thrust harder, sweat dripping from his chest. "That's it. Come for me, baby."

I exploded, crying out as my pussy clenched around him over and over. My whole body shook. He kept going through it, drawing it out until I was gasping.

Matteo pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. "Ass up, I need to finish deep."

I got on my knees. He slammed back in from behind, gripping my hips. "So fucking good. I'm gonna fill you."

"Yes. Come inside me." I pushed back against him. "Give it to me."

He fucked me rough and fast, growling my name. Finally he buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing inside me. We collapsed together, breathing heavy.

For a while we just lay there, his arm around me.

"That was..." I started.

"Intense," he finished. "Better than I imagined when I first saw you."

I turned to face him. "You really lost your wife?"

He nodded, tracing a finger down my arm. "Car accident. I threw myself into the vineyards after. Didn't touch anyone for three years. Until tonight."

I kissed his chest. "I'm glad you did. This feels... different."

"It does." He smiled a little. "Stay the weekend? I want more time with you. Not just this."

Before I could answer, my phone buzzed on the floor. I reached for it. The screen lit up with a message from my ex.

*Hey Elena. I'm back in Palermo for work. Can we talk? Miss you.*

Matteo saw the name flash on the screen. His body tensed against mine.

"Who's that?" he asked, voice suddenly low.

I froze, heart sinking as another message popped up.