Cocksure Ace

by Webster, K.

  “You don’t get the magical non-glitter dick yet, Sher,” I say with a chuckle. “I haven’t even licked your sweet pussy yet.”

  She chokes at my words. “W-What? I mean…Camilo, you don’t—oh!”

  I’m kneeling, wrenching her leg up over my shoulder so I can bury my face in her heat. My breath on her pussy has her trembling and gripping my hair to hold on. I press a kiss to her soft mound before licking along her slit. She tastes sweet and salty from sweat. I’m ravenous for her. Using my thumb, I pull her pussy lip to the side to seek her clit. I know the moment I’ve found it because she cries out in shock. Lazily, I circle the throbbing bundle of nerves until her fingers are gripping my hair so tight I think she might pull hunks out. I laugh before sucking her clit into my mouth. I suck on it until she’s whimpering. While I wait for her orgasm to hit any second from now, I slide a finger inside her body. So slick and ready for me. It makes my cock jolt in anticipation.

  “Camilo,” she whimpers. “I…oh, God…”

  I smile but am relentless in my pleasuring her. They don’t call me la estrella for nothing. I’m going to make this girl see stars. Plenty of them. The moment she explodes, a breathy shocked sound escapes her. Her body trembles wildly as her orgasm takes over. I continue my licking and teasing until she comes down from her high.

  “That was…wow.” She’s breathing heavily. “Camilo…”

  I rise to my feet and grip her thighs beneath her ass, lifting her and pushing her against the door. My dick rubs against her as I kiss her. I want her to taste how fucking good she is. She moans, tightening her thighs around my waist.

  “So needy,” I tease. I grip my dick and slide along her wet body. “You want me. Admit it, little bee.”

  “Yes, asshole, I want you. Now fuck me like it’s the only time you’ll get to.”

  Something in her words sets me off. They sound final. Like she believes this is the only time I’ll fuck her. I have news for the little princess, we’re only getting started. My dick slides against her opening and her pussy sucks me in like I’m her favorite drink. I groan because she’s so fucking tight and feels amazing.

  Too amazing.

  “Fuck. I need to grab the condom.”

  “I’m clean. Are you?”

  “Yeah,” I promise. It’s true. I haven’t been laid since the last time I went to the doctor. “Am I going to get you pregnant?”

  She laughs, her pussy clenching around my dick. “Unless you have miracle sperm that can make it through the shot.”

  Smartass.

  I nip at her lip and thrust my hips hard. Our silliness fades as we kiss desperately. I fuck into her body like it’s the only time. What if it is? What if the hurricane ends things for us? That’s a fucking dreadful thought, but one that gets me spurred to life. I grind and thrust into her tight, warm body while worshiping kisses all over her pouty mouth and jaw and neck. She claws at my hair and shoulders. Abuses my lower back with her heels as she uses me as leverage to meet me thrust for thrust.

  I want to spend hours doing this with her.

  Not minutes.

  Hours. Days. Forever.

  Fuck, she makes me crazy. Good kind of crazy. I’m so fucked with her.

  “I’m not going to last, abejita,” I warn, my body trembling with the need to come. I manage to get my hand between us to rub at her swollen clit, eager to give her one last orgasm before I blow my load.

  Her body is incredibly responsive. With a few expertly rubbed movements, she gives in to another orgasm. The moment I feel her slick cunt squeezing around my dick, I lose it. My nuts seize up and I groan as I come. Hot cum jets inside this perfect woman and it feels right. I never minded condoms, but now I know I’ll never want to use them so long as I’m inside Sheridan.

  I wish I could see her.

  It’s dark and feeling her is so fucking good, but I would love to see her fierce brown eyes and pouty lips. My dick is softening, but I don’t put her down. Just kiss her softly in the dark. It’s quiet now that we’re not fucking like animals. The storm is loud outside and the people in the restaurant are too.

  “It won’t be the last time,” I murmur against her mouth. “That’s a promise, little bee.”

  Sheridan

  “Walk of shame,” Damian sings the moment we exit the office. “Come on, girlfriend, we have to talk.” The candlelight illuminates his face, making it seem more sparkly than usual.

  “No, I will not describe in detail the size of Camilo’s cock.”

  Damian pouts and Camilo chuckles.

  “I’ll go grab us some waters. Be right back.” Camilo kisses my cheek and then saunters off. Of course I watch his ass as he walks away. Of course Damian does too.

  “You seriously nailed the hot pilot?” Damian asks, his nails digging into my arm.

  “Technically it was the other way around…”

  “You minx!”

  “You’re so over the top,” I grumble. “Can we just drop it? I’m not prying about your sex life.”

  “That’s because mine is six feet under and couldn’t be revived even if Luke Evans’ version of Dracula himself showed up and tried to revive it. Dead. So dead.” He whines. “That’s why I have to live vicariously through you, Sherrie Berry.”

  “It’s Sherid—whatever. I thought you liked Lawton.”

  “Lawton?” He cackles. “No, sweet child. No. Lawton is a boy and I play with boys. I don’t date them.” He shrugs. “I wouldn’t say no to a little romp in the sheets with the cousins, though.”

  “Mateo and Nicolás?”

  He smirks at me. “They’re so manly.”

  “They’re definitely that. Among other things,” I mutter. Like goofy. “Fine. I’ll tell you all about it if you promise not to sleep with those two.”

  “Spoiler of fun, but okay,” he agrees. “Spill. I need all the deets.”

  Heels clomp down the hall as Estefania joins us. “What did I miss, my friends?”

  Her calling us her friends will never get old.

  “I—” I’m cut off by Damian’s squeal.

  “She let the handsome pilot nail her to the wall.”

  Estefania’s eyes pop open. “You made love to him?”

  Damian gags. “Don’t say ick words, Estefania. They banged like a screen door in a hurricane.” He cackles. “Get it? We’re in a hurricane.”

  “Technically, I made love to her,” Camilo says, handing me a bottle of water. He stands behind me, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist, warming me to my core. “And love’s not an ick word. So I’ve been told.”

  Carter joins the fray because the night wouldn’t be complete until everyone knew every detail of our sweaty romp in Eduardo’s filthy office. Thank God for the dark.

  “Love is all you need. All you need is love.” Carter smirks. “About time you two did the deed. We were all taking bets. I owe Doris twenty bucks.”

  “Doris?” I croak. “You big fat liar.”

  Carter snorts and shrugs.

  “You guys are all annoying. Every single one of you,” I tell them, trying and failing to sound angry.

  “You love us,” Damian says with a big grin before kissing my cheek. “We grew on you.”

  We cut up for a little while longer until everyone heads back to the main room. I linger back, content to stay in Camilo’s strong arms. Damian’s words remain too, rattling inside my head.

  You can’t fall in love with a group of people and suddenly wonder how your life will measure up the moment they’re gone.

  Impossible.

  I barely know them.

  But, somehow, they know me.

  Each one of them. Even Camilo. Maybe especially Camilo.

  We’re all wedged in this back room like sardines. Each cot is inches from the next. If it weren’t for Eduardo’s loud snores and Araceli’s frequent groans irritating me, I’d be dying of anxiety. The candles have all been blown out as we try to rest. Damian, the little glowworm, is illuminated by his obnoxious bo
dy glitter. It’s like having a night light that is close enough to reach over and pet your hair just because he can.

  On my other side, Estefania sleeps soundly. It makes me wonder where Camilo is. After we had sex, I’ve been thinking about him nonstop. I can’t believe I slept with him. So random and unlike me.

  He’s a vacation fling.

  Sounds fun and exciting.

  Until I think about David and real life. Should I tell him? He can’t exactly get mad since we’re not technically dating.

  Just imagining how that conversation will go has my stomach turning. Thanks, tequila. I’m definitely not telling David about Camilo. I’ll tell him I’m ready for us to settle and be more.

  And settle for mediocre sex for the rest of my life?

  That thought hits me hard in the chest. I’ve only had sex with three men in my life. The first was a college fling with my study partner that ended badly when I found out he had a girlfriend. Then, I had the one time with David. Neither of those were exactly memorable. Nothing compares to the way Camilo held me up against the door and drove wildly into me.

  Heat floods through me at the memory.

  Camilo and I couldn’t work in real life. He’s a busy pilot. I help run a multi-billion dollar corporation. We’re both obviously workaholics. I’d never see him.

  As I try to talk myself out of why Camilo and I would be terrible together, sadness washes over me. I want what Momma and Daddy had. Hell, I’d even settle for what Daddy and Mona have. I just want constant love. Something that never wanes and is always there, even on my worst days. Trying to fit Camilo into my world just doesn’t work.

  Araceli groans loudly and I don’t blame her. Sleeping on these cots has to be hard on a pregnant woman. I roll on my side and stare into the darkness, listening to the storm as it howls. It’s beginning to sound like a freight train is rolling right over us. When something crashes loudly outside, I let out a terrified whimper. I can hear shuffling and then someone is crawling onto my cot over my body.

  I recognize his familiar scent immediately.

  Camilo.

  “Shhh,” he whispers as he half settles on his side beside me on the narrow cot and the rest of his body tangling with mine. His lips find my neck and he kisses me softly. “I’ve got you.”

  All the panic over the storm fades as he replaces it with warm affection. I love being in his arms and that scares me. How can I love the way he makes me feel when it’s only temporary? It feels cruel to do to myself, but I’m powerless to stop it. Once the hurricane blows by, we’ll be back on our way to Costa Rica and I’ll never see him again.

  Jitters of anxiety dance around in my stomach. I don’t like that thought. He’s a pain in my ass, but I’ve grown fond of him. Of all of them. Going back to the normalcy of my life suddenly feels overwhelming.

  Camilo slides his palm beneath my sweater and my breath hitches. His touch is fiery. Electric. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt. How will I settle for less one day? The thought has bile creeping up my throat. Then, as though magically, he strokes my stomach and chases away the dread. He tethers me to this moment with him, making me forget about my future or my past. Just the present. With him.

  “Hands off my ass, Damian.” Camilo chuckles. “Now.”

  “I’m asleep. Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Damian lies.

  Camilo’s mouth meets mine and he kisses me like he has all the time in the world. Like this hurricane isn’t going to blow through here and be gone in another day. As though three days from now I won’t be in another country and back to regular life.

  His kiss pauses time.

  Wraps us up in it.

  Keeps us.

  I sigh into his mouth that tastes like tequila and sin. He rubs his thumb along my nipple over my bra and then pinches it, making me gasp. Carter laughs nearby, which makes Camilo smile against my lips. God, he is so naughty. Feeling me up right here with everyone—and I do mean everyone—crammed in here with us.

  “When I get you all alone, we’re going to have so much fun,” he murmurs, quiet enough for only me to hear. “Promise me one night to show you.”

  I want to promise him more.

  “One night to blow my mind and make me fall in love with you, huh? Sounds like a challenge.”

  He smiles against my lips. “No one said anything about love, but I do love a challenge.”

  My heart flutters. Why does it flutter so much around Camilo? It excites me and saddens me all at once. I wish Momma were still alive. It’d be nice to work through all these messy feelings with my mom.

  I don’t even realize silent tears are falling until Camilo kisses one away. He stops tweaking my nipple to caress my stomach and nuzzle his nose against my hair. It feels good being held together. I’ve had to be strong my entire life. What a relief to let someone else be strong for me, even if only for the night.

  “FUUUUCK!”

  I jolt upright from a dead sleep, but something hot and heavy pins me. Camilo is passed out despite the fact someone is screaming.

  “Camilo!” I cry out, swatting at him. “Someone’s hurt.”

  Like his ass is on fire, he jumps up, nearly sending me toppling off the cot in the process. Several people start lighting candles and turning on flashlights. They all point toward the sound.

  It’s The Exorcist.

  Breathing heavily, hair dripping in sweat, pale, and the face of the devil.

  Araceli.

  “She’s in labor,” I choke out. “Oh God.”

  “Shit,” Camilo curses. “How close?”

  She growls at him, her face turning purple. Then, she screams at him. “Real fucking close! You swore if you were here and this happened, you could do it!”

  Do what?

  Oh God.

  He’s going to try and deliver her baby?

  “I can,” he assures her. “Let me grab some supplies.”

  I scramble off the cot and start smacking the legs of my friends to spur them into action. “Camilo, go to her. We’ve got this.”

  It’s a mad dash as everyone rushes around grabbing towels and water. Camilo has recruited Carter and they’ve hurried off to wash up. Araceli is pacing, only to stop and double over in pain, every so often.

  Doris keeps babbling about something and Dale tries to shush her. Damian’s high-pitched voice grows higher and higher as he panics.

  “Get yourself together, honey,” I snap, grabbing him by the bicep. “Take a walk.”

  He whines but bounds off. Estefania rushes over to me, a worried look on her face. Camilo has pulled up a stool and is trying to coax Araceli to lie down on the cot in front of him. She’s growling and pacing, making no moves to obey.

  “Come on,” I tell Estefania. “They need help corralling the bull.”

  We approach slowly. Araceli shoots us a withering glare that makes Estefania flinch, but I ignore it.

  “Time to lie down. Baby is coming,” I tell her in my firm, no nonsense tone.

  “Bitch, don’t touch me,” she hisses.

  I grab her arm. “You have to lie down and deliver that baby. Man up, woman!”

  She shoots me a brief, terrified look and my heart clenches. Poor girl. I’d be terrified too if I had to deliver my baby in the middle of a hurricane with no medical attention and Camilo as the stand-in doctor.

  “I’ll be right here,” I assure her. “If Camilo messes up, I’ll kill him for you. That’s a promise.”

  She flashes me a quick smile before another contraction hits. I use the distraction to guide her down onto the cot. As we begin pulling off her pants, Damian peeks his head back into the room.

  “Ew! I can’t watch! I don’t even like va-jay-jays on a good day!” He shrieks in horror. “And today is an awful day!”

  “Henry!” Doris calls out. “Come sit with your mother so your father can see to his patient.”

  I shoot Camilo a confused look and he frowns. When Dale starts over to us, Camilo shakes his head.

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��I got this, man,” Camilo assures him. “You can’t pretend for her. Not for this.”

  Dale grumbles. “I’m a retired obstetrician, boy. Move.”

  Relief flashes over Camilo’s features as he stands up and backs away from the stool. Dale sits down and pats Araceli’s thigh.

  “How you feeling, hon?” he asks.

  She starts to cry. Araceli is fierce, not afraid. I can relate to this girl so hard. Seeing her break is gutting. “I’m scared my baby will die.”

  The entire room grows silent with the same worry.

  “Not on my watch. You’re going to do exactly as I say and we’ll deliver this baby within the hour,” Dale promises. He coaches her how to breathe and what to do on her next contraction.

  She screams and turns purple before panting again. “He’s not due for another two weeks,” she whines. “Why is he coming early?”

  “In my thirty plus years of delivering babies, I delivered more during hurricane season when we lived in Florida for a few years than I ever did in my entire career. The barometric pressure does strange things to the human body.”

  Well, that certainly explains my lack of ability to stay away from Camilo.

  He smirks. I stick my tongue out at him.

  “Children,” Carter says under his breath. “Behave.”

  I glance over at Damian to check on him and he’s practically sitting in Doris’s lap, gnawing on his fingernails. She’s cuddling him and telling him everything will be okay. Seeing them that way makes me tear up.

  The hurricane is doing things to all of us.

  I imagine all of them are good things. Things we don’t deserve but somehow are getting.

  “That’s it, love,” Dale says. “Bear down. I can see his dark hair.”

  She curses out a string of words in Spanish that makes Camilo’s jaw drop before another contraction hits. I stare in a mixture of awe and horror as the baby’s head is pushed out of her body. It would be horrific if it weren’t so beautiful.

  Estefania grabs my hand, clutching it tight. We all hold our collective breath, only breathing when Araceli does. The seconds tick slowly by but then the baby is being pulled from her body and into Dale’s wrinkly arms. He smiles proudly down at the baby. Rosita jumps into action with a towel and wraps the baby in it.