My breath caught when his tongue slid over his upper lip, a gesture that was usually a prelude to him doing some inflammatory shit that ended with us in bed. “I feel like this is some sort of truce and I don’t want to ruin it by letting my dick call the shots.”
I actually clapped a hand to my mouth to keep the bark of laughter from coming out, but the way his face broke out into a huge smile told me my eyes were communicating my current state loud and clear.
“What?” He was barely able to choke that out and his cheeks were practically by his eyes. “You know we keep it real, Pris. I’m glad we could talk, because I’m not gonna lie to you, I’ve been really fucked up about how things have been with us.” He shook his head and the regret there had to be a mirror image of mine. “I hate it.”
I wanted to glom all this up. To take it all in, tell him we were good to go and that we could start where we’d left off. But I was scared. The last time everything had blown up between us had changed something in me. It had hurt so much and for so long I could still remember the pain. The way that I couldn’t take a deep breath for weeks. How for months after it would hit me out of nowhere that I couldn’t call him when I needed him and I’d just burst into tears. Even know, just recalling it made me flinch. The pain of losing the only person who I could really be myself with. And that wasn’t even true either. I had friends and family who loved me just like I was, who I could be myself with, but they weren’t Juan Pablo. No one could ever be what he was to me.
And because that truth was so massive that it felt like it was the load-bearing beam of my life, I stood up from my chair, went over to stand in front of him and pulled him up for a kiss.
Juan Pablo
If anyone ever asked me about the place where everything made sense, I would unequivocally say it was with Priscilla Gutierrez’s arms wrapped around my neck.
She didn’t give me a chance to think or to even ask if she was sure before she’d pressed herself against me, her lips scoring my skin. Leaving a trail of heat and firing up all the places that I’d thought would never be stoked alive again.
“Pris,” I said reluctantly, but I’d never been too strong when it came to her. I licked into her mouth, my hands already roaming to touch and grip those places that had been mine for so long. The ones that I’d owned with my mouth and my hands hundreds of times. The ones I’d given up on having again.
Her teeth and tongue on my neck had me panting, and I grabbed her tight, trying to ground myself for a second, because I had to ask. “Are you sure about this?”
The hand tightening around my dick was more than enough answer and also the cue for my legs to give out. I dropped onto the leather armchair with Pris on my lap, and it was on.
My head felt fuzzy with want. I wanted to tear both our clothes off, bite, lick. Her lips on my neck were like embers. I was burning up, like there was livewire right under my skin.
“Tell me something.” Priscilla’s mouth was right by my ear, and she had that fucked-out voice that meant I was minutes, maybe seconds from having my brain shorted out. With that steady right stroke, I could barely string two thoughts together.
“What?” It was more a shudder than an answer, but my dick was fully in the driver’s seat now. Making words was getting really fucking hard.
Before she answered she nipped on my ear and I was sure I’d black out or come before she got my dick out. “How bad do you want my mouth on you? My tongue on your balls?”
“Puñeta.” Cursing was all my mouth was good for, and that was exactly the right answer, because it got the button on my fly open and her hand on my dick.
“You still like it a little rough? Just a little bit of teeth.” She inhaled, like she was looking for a scent in the air. “I’m feeling really fucking reckless right now, Juan Pablo.”
Groans and moans were my mother tongue now. I wanted her to take me all the way out of my head like I knew she could. Like she always did. “Pris, fuck.” I was begging, and I would keep doing it too.
My knees were shaking and I wasn’t sure what would happen once her mouth was actually on me. “Tell me how you want it, pa.” That last part was said as she slid down my body and ended up on her knees eye to eye with my cock. For a second I had a crazy thought and imagined her making fire, we were that hot together.
“I want you to put your mouth on me, Priscilla.” She didn’t answer, just pressed a fingernail right to the slit and I bucked like she’d tasered my ass. I couldn’t fucking think with Priscilla like this. My head felt loose on my neck, like it could snap off from how revved I was. I closed my eyes and felt her as she pressed up, coming in closer, hot breath on me. She pulled down my briefs, scraping my skin with her fingernails just enough to make me gasp, and when she had me just like she wanted, she let out a satisfied groan.
I opened my eyes slowly, trying to see through the spots in my vision and looked down just in time to watch her take me all the way in. My guts, my legs, my ass—all of it went molten, hot and liquid. My hips thrusting of their own accord as she moved up and down my length. Owning me. When Priscilla had me like this, I felt like I could fly apart from pure pleasure. She knew just how to touch me, that when she tugged on my balls right as she sucked hard on the head, she could reduce me to a babbling mess.
“Oh shit. That’s so good, Pris.” I bit off another curse as she slid her thumb to my ass, while she stroked my dick and sucked on the head. I gripped the arms of the chair so tightly I was sure I’d tear them off with my bare hands, just to keep from gripping her head and shoving myself as deep as I could into her mouth. “Fuck, that mouth of yours.” That was more of a long moan than actual words, and when she got a tight down stroke just right and then took me in to the hilt, it was a wrap.
The white haze on the edges of my consciousness took over and all I could do was twitch, my mouth open in a silent scream. Priscilla took it all and by the time I was breathing normal again she’d climbed on to my lap, kissing me with ravenous intensity. My taste on her tongue almost made me want to try CPR on my dick, just so I could fuck her like this, with our bodies locked together so tight each movement felt like we were melding into each other.
“That was good,” I said, as I made my way down her neck, trying to get my tongue on her tits.
When I looked up at her she was smiling, no trace of regret in her eyes, no skittish weirdness. The relief loosened my chest, and if I was a praying man I would’ve plead for more time like this. Just enough, so I could show her that when it came to her, I would never get enough. Just as I was thinking of how to get us horizontal, she said the thing that made me want to pound my chest and howl at the moon.
“We’re always that good.”
Yes, we fucking were, and I was not nearly done with her. I paused from my attempt to lick right through her sweater so I could get my tongue on her nipple and with a growl pushed us up and off the chair. I was winded, but my dick had ambitious plans. Before she could protest, I put my mouth right next her ear and tried my best to get actual words out. “Can we take this to the bedroom?” I asked as I palmed her ass and walked to the hallway.
She was holding on tight, both hands gripping my head. “You know I hate when you do this caveman shit, Juan Pablo. I’m not a wilting flower.”
Because she was doing her best to get her tongue in my mouth, it took me a second to respond. “Is that a yes to the bed? Because my entire mission in life right now is to get you out of these jeans and riding my face within the next sixty seconds. I can’t even fucking see where I’m going right now and if I die I die, but I need to get my mouth on you.”
Her answer was sucking on my neck and grinding on my dick. That was the last push I needed to get us to the room. As soon as I walked in I placed her on the bed and kicked the door shut. Ready to get reacquainted with every inch of that dark brown skin.
I literally bit my fist to hold back from mauling her, but as
expected, Priscilla grabbed the bull by the horns and skinned out of her jeans, sweater and thong in one go. I smiled when I saw her tattoo. It was a string of rubies around her waist. A few of the bloodred stones etched on her skin dipped in a curved line to the top of her mons. Priscilla’s not at all subtle way of letting anyone who ever got there know they were getting a fucking gem.
I’d always called it her Bronx girl tat, and was always more than happy to let it guide me all the way down to where I wanted to be. “Are you looking at my rubies, Juan Pablo?”
Once this woman made up her mind there was no stopping her. If she wanted to fuck, she would get what she wanted. Pris had no shame about her desires and she let me know, unequivocally, how and where she wanted me. We’d tried it all after so many years together, but she always burned through my sheets. Always.
When she licked her lips and dipped two fingers into her pussy, I listed as a growl rumbled in my chest. I was about to take off my own clothes, but I couldn’t stop staring as she pleasured herself. Lusty sounds escaping her lips. “That’s mine tonight, Priscilla.”
She laughed and licked her lips again, working her clit as I watched, and when one long reedy moan left her lips...that’s when I pounced.
Chapter Eleven
Priscilla
This had not been my plan for the evening, but I couldn’t care less. We’d figure out the details later. Right now I was going in hard and not coming up for breath until we were both wrecked. I’d left my bra on, but was naked and so horny I could barely think as J got on the bed still fully clothed. In the back of my mind I wondered if he remembered how hot that made me, to know he couldn’t even wait long enough to take off his clothes.
I would probably regret this later, hell the thoughts were trying to creep in right now, but I deserved this. To have this man like this tonight. To get the satisfaction I knew he could give me. The only place in my world where I could shut out everything was when I was like this with J. Playing that game where we anticipated what the other needed, where to kiss and touch to make all thought and reason fly right out of our heads.
Without saying anything he knelt on the bed and tugged on my ankle. “Come here.” His voice was strained like he could barely contain himself. Like he couldn’t decide what to do first.
I shifted on the bed and moved closer to the headboard, until I was kneeling with my back to him.
“You must really want me to smack that ass.”
Oh it was on. No more tentativeness, no more questions. J was in it to win it, and I was already shaking with the anticipation of having his mouth and hands on me.
“Don’t take your clothes off.” I didn’t need to explain why. Within seconds he was on his back, head propped on two pillows between my thighs. I had my forearms resting on his headboard, looking down at him. Breath coming fast as my clit pulsed, my walls clenching with need. I wanted to scream I was so fucking hot for him.
“Come on, pa. Lick it,” I urged him, and brought my hand down, showing him my engorged clit.
He smacked my hand away, hitting me with his palm right where I was aching and my vision blurred. “I told you that’s mine. Put your hands on the headboard.” He knew the one time in my life where I was fully compliant was with his mouth inches from my pussy. I obediently leaned on my forearms and threw my head back as he pulled me closer and sucked hard on my clit. My hips started moving, circling in a tight grind as he flicked the hard tip of his tongue against every nerve.
The pleasure made my whole body throb. I hummed and moaned as he slapped my ass hard, sucked and licked me.
“Shit, J. I’m gonna come. Ungh, your mouth.” I bit off another curse and focused on the knot of sensation at my core.
He breathed through his nose as he doubled down on his efforts, lapping up every drop from me. I was panting like I’d been running a marathon as he worked me hard. That tongue circling, then licking. Lips locking in on my clit and sucking hard. Juan Pablo loved eating me out, he went into this kind of meditative state while he was doing it, he could go for hours, until I was a boneless heap in his hands.
“Ooooh, don’t stop, J, fuck.” I bucked hard as he did something particularly filthy with his tongue and fingers. We stayed locked together, him not letting go, and sucking and fingering me until my vision washed white as I twitched through a literal mind-melting orgasm.
“That’s good. I’m good.” I moaned, feeling hypersensitive. He finally loosened his grip and I slid down his body until my ass bumped into his raging hard-on. With my eyes still closed I gripped his head and kissed him.
He smelled like me. His lips swollen from sucking on me. I glided my tongue with his, feeling hollowed out by my orgasm. Like my insides had been blown out from all the pleasure, and still I wanted more. It was like now that I’d decided I’d let myself have him, I wanted it all.
I ground my ass on his erection, making him hiss, and when I pulled back from the kiss and looked at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, mouth twisted in a painful grimace. He was holding back. Giving me what I needed and not asking for more than what I’d freely give.
“Pris, shit. You’re gonna make me blow. You know my dick can’t handle your ass when you’re grinding on me like this.” That last part was more a long shudder than words, since I was now propped on my hands and really trying to make him sweat.
“Get a condom, Juan Pablo.” His arm shot out to the side, blindly pulling open a drawer as I tried not to laugh.
Fuck, this boy could always ruin me.
I pushed up and started pulling off his sweats and briefs.
“Gimme,” I said, extending a hand while I stroked him with the other.
He shook his head and sat up fast, and without comment went to undo my bra. “I want to see them.” He loosened the hook with the ease and efficiency that only came with years of practice, and flung my bra somewhere in the room. He leaned back on one arm, eyebrows high on his forehead and a smile appeared on his lips that meant he was deciding where to put his mouth first.
“I could write sonnets to your tits. You still have the piercings, I kept wanting to say something in the DR, but I was afraid you’d ream me out.” I chuckled, as he stared at the two gold hoops I’d had since college. I’d taken them out for a few years but put them back in on a whim.
“They feel nice. I like to tug on them.” This was said purely to get a reaction from him and I got one. No words though, just more grunting. He leaned in and put the tip of his tongue through the small hoop and then pulled on it with his teeth.
I sucked mine at the sensation and cupped the breast he was playing with. Wetness pooling at my core. “Umm that’s nice. Suck on it.”
He did. I hummed in pleasure, letting my head loll back on my neck. Resting my hands on his shoulders as he pinched and sucked on me. Teeth and tongue doing what he knew would make me wild for him.
He kissed up my neck as he worried my nipple between his fingers, making my skin tighten with every brush of his lips. “Put the condom on me. I want to see your tits bouncing when you’re riding this dick.”
His breath was so hot on my skin, and I was sure I could come just from the tip of his cock rubbing on my clit. I made quick work of the lubed condom, as he leaned back on the headboard. I pulled off his sweatshirt, so I could see his chest. I leaned in and nipped at him as I rode him.
He moved back and forth, pushing in and pulling back until I had him all the way inside. We both exhaled as if something tight and suffocating had been loosened in our chests. I closed my eyes, hands gripping his shoulders, hard. Getting my balance. Feeling him, deep, so deep. And fuck, I could’ve wept.
This was what I needed.
“J,” I pleaded as he gripped my waist and started to thrust into me.
“Move with me, Pris.” He sounded...lost, like his whole life was hanging on the balance of this moment. Of how our bodies would work togethe
r. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I was afraid of what I’d see there. Of what it would feel like.
“Abre los ojos, mi amor. Dejame verte.” I didn’t know if I could let him see. I didn’t know if my eyes wouldn’t betray me. But I’d never been a coward, and J and I could always say more with our bodies than we ever could with words.
I opened my eyes slowly, as I started to move. My hips undulating in sync with his movements. Those brown eyes, the ones that had seen me naked in every way. That could see in my heart and my soul like no one else, focused on me.
“You still with me, ma?” That was said while he licked his thumb before circling it on my clit.
“Asi, Juan.” The way he was moving, with his hands on me was like lightning crackling through my body. Soon we were moving against each other hard and fast. The sounds of our bodies coming together and our ragged breaths the only sounds in the room.
“I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth, as he pushed into me.
He kept rubbing my clit and I tightened around him as he bucked into me. “Fuuuuck.” I felt the first spasm of his orgasm, right as my own was crashing into me.
He pressed me tight to him, our skin clammy with perspiration. The exertions of the last hour had wrung us out. And when I was finally coming down falling into the bed in Juan Pablo’s arms, still too blissed out to say a word I thought to myself again, This is what I needed.
I kept my eyes closed and rested my head on J’s chest as he kicked his sweats all the way off. Once he was settled in, his arms tight around me, I could feel the tension of the question he was afraid to ask. But J had never been a coward either.
“How are you doing?” That wasn’t any kind of simple question, but the answer came easier than I thought.
“I don’t want to think about the long game with this.” I dug my nails into his chest, surprised with everything I was feeling. “Or how it’s going to end badly or how we can make this last. This is good for now.”
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