"I have to ask...If you didn't know what a real kiss should feel like...What about the rest of it?"
I knew what he meant. When I imagined making it to my wedding night with Paul, my virginity hadn't felt so embarrassing. He would have expected no less and cherished it accordingly. But in that moment with a strange, older man who seemed hell-bent on teaching me all the things I didn't know, I felt foolish to be a twenty-four-year-old virgin. There had been no time to find some way to experience a man in bed with Elaina and Lucia always running off to leave me with the house and caring for our mother.
I shook my head 'no' to get it over with. Yes, I was a virgin, but I was starting to think I couldn't spend another second that way. He caught onto my silent pleas and took his cue. His mouth crashed back into mine, but this time his hands crept down to my waist and then underneath me. He swept me up into his arms and carried me over to a patch of grass, laying me down.
He kept exploring my body, only this time he pulled away my clothes as he went. He moved it all out of his mouth's way so he could continue conquering me, only this time with his tongue, his lips, his teeth. I whimpered and drowned in the flooding sensations that crashed over me. I was sinking into some deep, dark exquisite hole that I didn't want to come out of.
I turned my head and saw the edge of the hill. I could hear the music and laughter. At any moment, someone could come bounding over that hill and see us like this. My mother, my sisters...Paul or his mother. His father. It was terrible. What we were doing was terrible and I was a terrible person for allowing it. The only way to ensure that we didn't get caught and that no one got hurt was to stop this at once. So, why did the guilt of it only make it feel better? Imagining the possibility of a head popping up over that hill at any second only made me sink deeper into his touch and his kiss.
Then his tongue darted across the folds between my legs. I hadn't even noticed him working his way down there, and it only took the quickest flick of the hot slickness against me to make me completely forget about the party or anyone at it. The deeper he sucked me into his mouth, the more the rest of it all vanished down some dark tunnel that closed up forever. I was drowning in waves of things I didn't know it was possible to feel. Scandalous, passionate, indulgent pleasure as I imagined the man might say. Every word took on whole new meaning and understanding now.
Chapter 5
Nicholas
I lapped up the sweetness between Jada’s legs until she was a puddle of explosive pleasure melting into my hands.
“Oh...my...god...Yes!” She cried with a shiver, doing her best to keep her cries quiet as she dug her fingers into the grass and dirt on either side of her.
There was something different about a woman cumming with a man for the first time. It caught her by surprise, and she was no match for its force. This wasn’t what I came here to do, but it felt good to take her like this.
As I kissed my way back up her body, there was the question of how far I could let this go. I was sure there were plenty of reasons why I should stop, but I couldn’t seem to remember any of them. My brain was hot and not too different from the puddle Jada had melted into my arms. All rational thinking was dripping away. I was filled with need, but I wasn’t entirely blind to the satisfaction that would come from taking the virginity of Paul Garcia’s precious bride to be.
I climbed my way back up to her lips and watched as her sparkling hazel eyes stared back at me with desperation.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, begging me with her eyes.
Her muscles had gone through the motions of tightening and expanding in an exquisite release, but she knew there was more. She wanted me to give her more...all of it.
I reached down with my free hand and undid the buckle and button on my pants. In one swift motion, I pulled them down to let my throbbing erection spill out across her.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, stroking myself for her.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of it, like she was afraid but burning with need and curiosity all at once.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you inside of me.”
I reached up to yank the top of her dress down, freeing her supple breasts. I sucked each hardened nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. She trembled and writhed with breathless whimpers.
I couldn’t stop taking in big greedy handfuls of them as I slowly slid inside of her warm wetness. I felt the tight resistance of her innocence and went slowly and gently to move past it. Her claws dug into me, but I could tell by the deep purr of her moans that she was enjoying it. I didn’t want to hurt her, I thought. Why? The whole point was to hurt her. Not like this. I wasn’t supposed to be doing any of this. But my body kept moving as she pleaded for more, and I lost sight of anything I set out to do that evening.
Her breasts bounced as I moved over her, enticing me to squeeze them harder and continue trailing my tongue around them. I flicked and darted my tongue across her nipples again, feeling her slick folds rub against me as I thrust inside. Her muffled cries grew shrill as I felt her moving to climax again. To think, just a little while ago, she had never felt a man’s touch. And now I had brought her all that forbidden joy in two big strong waves. She belonged to me now.
I felt the urge to lose ourselves there in the grass, as if the earth could just open up and swallow us whole, hiding us from everything waiting on the other side of the hill. I wanted to make her cum over and over again - all night long if she could stand it.
But the sensation of her tightening around me was too much to take. My vision blurred as she dug her nails in deeper and I felt the surge of relief coarse through me. She milked me completely, clinging to my body tightly as it all slowly faded.
The moments that followed were a blur. I rolled off of her and zipped up my pants. She sat up and fixed her dress and hair. Maybe we said a few words, but I couldn’t be sure. We were just going through the motions as our bodies came down from the high.
I had that gnawing feeling that I had forgotten something important. There was a reason I was here, and that reason wasn’t between Jada Chaves’s legs. I sat there, trying to gather my thoughts. I needed to shake the haze of it all and get my shit together.
“I’ve been gone too long,” she gasped suddenly. “I have to go back before they come looking for me.”
They...before they come looking for her. The Garcias and all their selfish, greedy, privilege. They didn’t deserve peace or happiness, and I came here to ensure they didn’t. That was my job, and I was failing. Why had I been sucked into that black hole of desire so easily?
I realized Jada was questioning me with her eyes. She was standing, poised to retreat back to her post at the party. But she was silently asking me what happened next between us, if anything. The answer was that she came with me, whether she liked it or not. I couldn’t imagine a speech begging her to run away with me would work, but my brain was still too murky to pull that sort of thing off anyway.
I needed to pounce. I needed to lunge forward and throw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming. I would run away and carry on with the original plan. I knew all of this in my bones, but somehow I was paralyzed. I couldn’t speak or move to do any of the things I knew needed to be done. My lips still tasted like her sex, and I could smell her perfume on my skin.
“Are you coming back to the party?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Maybe in a little bit. You go ahead. They’ll suspect something if we go walking back together.”
What was I doing!? I couldn’t let her go back. She needed to come with me. But I kept standing there like an idiot as we both lost ourselves in the heavy silence between us.
“I have to go,” she insisted again, stammering over something else she might say. But those words never made it out.
I stood there, stunned, as she bolted back over the hill. I stalked my way over to my hiding spot in the trees. I could see Jada’s sisters swarming around her as she returned. They notice
d grass on the back of her hair. I watched her blush and laugh, mouthing her way through some excuse. They stopped fussing over her and rejoined the crowd, but Jada grabbed her oldest sister by the arm. She whispered something into her ear.
What could she be telling her? Was she calling everything off? Asking about me? My cover could be blown, but I lingered anyway. I knew what was coming next, and I kept watching like I was glued to a train wreck.
It was a wreck indeed. With Jada back, the real reason for the party could commence. Paul asked the musicians to stop playing and raised a glass in the air, clinking a fork against it to get everyone’s attention. They all circled around and he started giving a speech about Jada. Most of which I couldn’t make out the words to, but before long he was dropping down to one knee and presenting her with a diamond that caught the light with blinding intensity, even from where I was standing.
Jada didn’t gasp or laugh or cry the way women were supposed to. She was completely quiet and still, and it was making everyone uncomfortable. The air was thick with her silence, and the crowd started to shuffle around and murmur things amongst themselves. What was she doing? Why wasn’t she saying yes? What was she waiting for?
Finally, she snapped to her senses and nodded. I couldn’t tell if she answered verbally, but nonetheless, Paul leaned forward to slide the ring on her finger. It thrilled me inside to know that as he did it, it was my cum trickling down her thighs. She was mine first, and maybe forever.
Even still, the sight of them kissing afterward, no matter how short and polite it was, filled me with a jealous rage. For whatever reason, my urges got the best of me and lured me into taking Jada right there by the stream, I felt like a wild animal who had claimed their territory. She didn’t belong out there with those rich snobs. I should have snatched her up and carried her off when I had the chance.
The party resumed as everyone huddled around to admire her ring and offer their congratulations. I knew there was no point in staying now. Paul wouldn’t take her eyes off her again for the whole night. The moment she returned, he had been quick to stake his claim. I hoped the whole time she was gone, he worried that she might never come back. She shouldn’t have gone back. She was supposed to be leaving with me, whether she liked it or not.
The cold reality set in with the chill of the night air as the stars started appearing across the sky. I had missed my chance. I could stand there and watch them all night, making myself sick, but it wouldn’t will Jada to come back to me...where she was supposed to be.
I finally accepted defeat and left. I was infuriated with myself the whole way home, wondering why I had to lose myself in that moment. That sort of thing never happened to me. Once my mind was set to something, I fought tooth and nail to see it through. I didn’t even have to fight for anything. Jada delivered herself right into my lap, like a present all wrapped up just for me. And did I ever unwrap her, but not in the way I was supposed to. I imagined a fisherman catching something big on his line but then it snaps and swims away free. This was like that, only worse. I had the fish in my damn boat, and I just willingly tossed it back, throwing out my dinner for the evening.
My crew was waiting for me when I returned. They were expecting her to be with me and were ready and willing to help me get her into the small holding room we had prepared for her. I could see them grow uneasy with confusion as they realized I had returned alone and empty-handed.
They flooded me with questions as I stormed past them into the house. Where’s the girl? What happened? Is the plan still on? What did you do? How did you mess this up?
“Enough!” I roared as I snatched up a bottle of tequila and started gulping it down. They grew quiet but stood there staring at me - still asking all the same things with their eyes.
“I didn’t have a good chance to take her,” I lied. “She was surrounded by people all night long. I couldn’t get her away without being sighted.”
“I told you one of us should have gone,” one of my guys argued. “Mr. Garcia knows your face, but he wouldn’t have recognized me.”
I let out a scoffing laugh. “You could never clean up well enough to show your face at something like that. You’d stick out like a sore thumb and they’d have you thrown out on your ass.”
It was true, but it was also true that this was my personal mission for vengeance. I didn’t trust anyone else taking the lead. It was ironic considering how badly I let my own plans be foiled. Jada’s eyes and mouth flashed before me, and even then, I could understand how it happened.
They joined me in drinking, but no one was happy. They were all doubting me and wondering why the hell I hadn’t been able to pull off something so simple. I didn’t owe them anything. They worked for me, and I could do things however I wanted to. But I did need to save face...even if only to make myself feel better.
“It occurred to me...Jada meant nothing to the Garcia’s until that ring went on her hand,” I explained, making it up as I went along. “They wouldn’t have paid us. They would have soaked up the sympathies over their poor son’s kidnapped fiance. After waiting a while, they would have assumed she was dead and milked it for all it was worth before using it to find a new, even better wife for him. It wasn’t good enough leverage.”
So, now what? They all asked. Who’s to say they won’t do that regardless? How do we know they will ever pay up?
“Because now it’s official. She is set to be his wife, and if I strike at the perfect time...it will be too scandalous for them to refuse to meet our demands. And if they don’t, I’ll kill her.” The words felt sour on my tongue in a way they never had before. “Her death will haunt them in one way or another. I’ll sort it out. This isn’t over.”
They seemed unconvinced, so I raised my bottle in the air in our typical toast to commence getting completely wasted. That made them cheer and laugh and start chugging back their own bottles and glasses. I sank away into my own thoughts in the middle of the chaos. Truthfully, I didn’t know if the Garcia’s would ever care enough to pay up a fortune to save Jada’s life. They were so selfish and greedy. It all depended on how attached they were to her...If they really claimed her as one of their own.
It was hard to consider because the blood in my veins still seemed convinced that she belonged to me now. And if they wouldn’t meet our demands when the time came...I wasn’t as confident as I used to be that I could follow through with harming her. I hadn’t even been able to follow through with kidnapping her.
Chapter 6
Jada
I was sprawled out on a chair in the corner of our hacienda, not even bothering to sit all lady-like as Mama preferred. I spun the diamond Paul had given me around on my finger. As beautiful as it was, it still didn’t stop me from thinking about my encounter with the stranger by the creek. I didn’t even know his name.
I don’t know what came over me. They say the whole world seems different when you lose your virginity. My family wrote the glow in my cheeks off as me being overjoyed about marrying Paul. They assumed I had a change of heart about the whole arrangement, and that I had actually fallen in love with him. They thought I had become the beautiful blushing bride they so desperately wanted me to be.
But the glowing color in my cheeks probably had more to do with the constant flashes of memories about what happened by the creek. Everything did seem different, but it was because I had felt something I had never felt with anyone. It was more than just the things he did to my body. It was the energy that crackled between us that made the whole world seem like it was opened up wide before me. Like anything was possible. That’s what had inspired me to give myself over to him right then and there. Because why the hell not?
In an instant, I was rushing off back to where I was supposed to be like a robot. And then Paul was kneeling, sliding that ring onto my finger. Every day I sat and wondered what would have happened if I asked the man to whisk me away instead? What if I begged him to take me far away? We could have run away together and never looked back.
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He never returned to the party, and I never figured out who he was. I just kept going through the motions of everything, pretending that my every thought wasn’t devoured by the smell of skin or the taste of his tongue.
“Aren’t you going to the Garcias’ for tea today?” my mother asked suddenly, stabbing into my fantasies like a knife.
I jerked up, quickly settling the diamondback into its proper place. “What’s the point?” I replied. “We’ll be married soon enough. Do I have to see him every single day until then?”
“What kind of way is that for a fiance to speak of her husband-to-be!?” she snapped back, fuming with disapproval.
I pulled myself up from the chair, knowing the only thing that sounded more unbearable than tea with Paul and his mother was to endure a lecture about all the things I was supposed to be doing and feeling.
“Okay, Mama,” I sighed, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll go.”
She smiled and went back to watering the plants as I made my way out the front door. But I didn’t go to the Garcias’. I walked along the back edge of the property, finding the closest place that I could that aligned near the creek where my whole world cracked open at last.
I hadn’t been able to go back to the exact spot since the party. The only way to do that would have been to ask Paul to walk with me there. He wasn’t a big fan of long walks, and I didn’t think I could dare to walk in that place again, knowing that moments before I accepted his proposal, I had given myself over to another man there in the grass.
But I would get close and watch from afar, closing my eyes to imagine the sounds of the trickling water and the way it felt against my feet as we sat side by side. The feeling of his stubbled chin nibbling along my inner thigh and the exquisite rush of his slips closing in around my folds...I relived it all over and over again. How big and strong he felt as he moved over me. I could swear the earth shifted beneath my feet as I replayed it in my mind.
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