Carlos

by Krista Carleson

  “Find a roommate,” I joked, my voice too husky.

  His other hand was on my breast, and only the thin material of my dress separated his long, deft fingers from my flesh.

  “I’d rather find something else.” He bit into my earlobe. “Mmm, you aren’t wearing a bra.”

  I moaned and rolled my head against his shoulder, my back arching. It was getting difficult to focus on talking when his hands were teasing me. He was kneading my breast, his other hand tracing my hip and thigh until it reached the hem of my dress and went underneath.

  I grinned. “Got a problem with that?”

  “The only problem now is this dress. I need to take it off.”

  “Then do it.”

  He didn’t need any further encouragement. He pulled down the zipper on my back and slid the straps off my shoulders. The dress ended in the heap around my feet. There was something incredibly sexy about being this naked out in the open with the sea and the sky as the only witnesses.

  “Carlos,” I breathed out when he pressed his erection against my butt. His hands traveled over my waist and stomach and cupped my breasts.

  “You like this, mi amor?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me what you like.”

  “I like when you touch my breasts… And I… I like how you play with my pussy…”

  “So what do you want?”

  “I…”

  “Tell me.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek, his hands massaging my breasts slowly. His thumbs brushed my hard nipples, creating a coiling tension in the pit of my belly that rose higher and higher.

  “I want you to touch me down there. I love your fingers on my pussy.”

  “Mhm.” He palmed my mound and stroked it with the heel of his hand. I cried out, my hips bucking in the mini explosion of pleasure. He rubbed my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger while he circled my entrance with his fingers, and the double stimulation was too much.

  “Do know what I’d like on your pussy?”

  “What?”

  “My mouth.”

  With that, he flipped me around and went down on his knees. He buried his face into my core, his lips latching onto my clit, and it was the best feeling ever. I grabbed his hair and pressed myself against his lips, feeling like I was floating in the air.

  “That’s so good…” Unable to control myself, I pushed my hips forward, chasing that feeling that was becoming stronger with each second.

  “Que rico,” he said into my pulsating core. “You’re so delicious.”

  His words had a strong impact, pushing me closer to my release. He devoured me, his hands on my butt holding me in place, but I was restless, growing louder.

  And then I reached the bursting point and I broke into many pieces, crying out his name in pure ecstasy.

  He scooped me up in his arms and took me to a long corner sofa on the other side of the balcony. He fished a condom out of his pocket and undressed in a few quick moves, his eyes almost black with lust.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this moment?” he asked, sheathing his dick with the condom, and covered me with his body. “Too many times to count. I even dreamed about you, preciosa.”

  He pressed his lips against mine, pushing his hard-on against my belly. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, reveling in how strong his back muscles felt underneath my fingertips. Our tongues collided, our hearts beating for each other, and I wanted this to last. I wanted this moment on his balcony to stretch into forever.

  He entered me in one swift move, his urgency matching mine, and I wound my legs around his waist. Our bodies moved as one in the most primal dance. It was omnipotent. He held my gaze, the expression of uncontrollable lust covering his face, and my throat constricted with excitement and desire.

  I was dazed by his beauty. I was dazed by the sharp contrast between my fairness, so pale against his caramel-colored skin. I liked the differences between us that fit amazingly once they were put together.

  “You feel so good,” he said through his gritted teeth, beads of sweat sliding down his temples. “So, so good. I don’t want to ever stop.”

  I could feel another orgasm approaching fast. I was so full of him, his every thrust bringing me pleasure beyond anything I had experienced before, and once more, I climaxed, but this time it went on and on…

  “Lindsey!” He thrust harder once, twice, thrice, and then his whole body turned rigid, his muscles strained under my hands. His dick pulsated in me with each spurt of his seed, and it only prolonged my own pleasure.

  He didn’t move out until my last tremor passed, his eyes searching for something in mine.

  “What?” I asked, smiling at him.

  He threaded his fingers through my hair, observing me like he couldn’t get enough of me, and at the moment, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, my self-confidence mending bit by bit.

  “You feel way better than in any of my fantasies,” he replied and kissed me, but this time, the kiss was unhurried and sweet. “I need to clean myself, but don’t think we’re finished yet.”

  I let out a giggle. “I didn’t even doubt that.”

  He led us to his bathroom, where we made love in his shower. He cherished every inch of my body, repeating all the time how beautiful I was, and I fully believed him. He was stealing a bit of my heart piece by piece and I had to admit to myself that if this continued, I would fall for him. Pretty hard.

  I still wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, but when he took me to his bed, wrapped me in his arms, and asked me to come to his studio earlier tomorrow, I didn’t even have to think about my answer. I accepted it, already missing him and impatient to see him again.

  10

  “Carlos took me to his place last night,” I said to Nat over the phone. “And we slept together.”

  She shrieked. “Yes! Attagirl!” I was pretty sure she was jumping in place with excitement. “So? What was it like? Good? Bad? Slow? Fast?”

  I chuckled, shaking my head. Whenever she was exhilarated, she fired off too many questions at once, acting like a kid about to get some candy.

  “Amazing.”

  She snorted. “That’s not a good enough description. I want details. Details, girl. You can’t just drop a bomb on me like that and act so cool about it.”

  “Well, let’s start by saying that he’s a very passionate and experienced lover.”

  “Define that.”

  I bit on my lip. “I came a few times.”

  She gasped. “I envy you. I totally envy you. Is he, ahem, well-equipped?”

  Count on Nat to ask about the size. “He’s been blessed in that department.”

  “Mmm. You’re so lucky. A hot dancer with a nice package. So, so lucky. What else?”

  “You’re acting like a detective, you know that? He likes passionate sex, but even when he goes slow, it feels too good.” We had the same rhythm in dancing, and we took that into the bedroom, so it was no wonder that it felt so right.

  “Oh, so you did it a few times?”

  I felt tingling between my legs when I thought about the time in his shower and the last time, which was in his bed before we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I never felt safer than in those moments, but it would be a lie if I said that it didn’t scare me.

  I was scared, a part of me expecting him to turn into Glen any moment, which wasn’t fair toward Carlos, but I couldn’t help it. I had a wonderful time with him last night, but one great night wasn’t an indicator of a long and stable relationship, or so that voice of doubt told me.

  After all, he danced with a lot of beautiful girls, and yes, he’d said this was the first time for him to be attracted to one of his students, but could I really believe him? For all I knew, he could be saying that only to get into my pants.

  “Linnie? Are you there?”

  I flinched, remembering that Nat was still waiting for my answer. “Um, what was your question again?”

  She
sighed. “You seem distracted. What’s going on?”

  I looked at my red nails, my mood going down just from thinking about Glen.

  Carlos helped me forget about him for at least one night, but everything came back to me, and I was faced with a fact that I had to be cautious of Glen. What if he came to my apartment again?

  “Glen came to my place two days ago.”

  “Shit. He did?” she asked in a rising tone of voice.

  “Yes.” I closed my eyes, my hands going cold as those terrible moments unfolded in my mind. My heart picked up its pace, and I could feel everything as if it was happening again. The fear. The loneliness. The disgust.

  “He was drunk, and he barged into my place before I could even close the door on him. It was scary.”

  “Geez. What happened? Did he do something to you?”

  I took a deep breath. “Actually, yes. He assaulted me.”

  “What?”

  “He pinned me against the wall and kissed my neck, and I couldn’t do anything to get him off me. He was mad about Carlos, who drove me home, because apparently, Glen was there and he saw us together. He made a big deal out of it and claimed I was his.” I shuddered and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I thought he was going to rape me. It was horrible.”

  “Motherfucker.” She let out a string of curses, each more derogative than the previous one. “Did he… Oh shit. Please don’t tell me he—”

  “No, he didn’t manage to do anything else because I kneed his groin and managed to get away from him.”

  “Oh, thank goodness.”

  “I called the police and went out to wait for them, but by the time they arrived, he was gone.”

  She exhaled loudly. “That’s not normal. He’s not normal.”

  “Tell me about it. You should’ve seen him. It was downright scary.”

  “How could you endure that man for so long?”

  “He wasn’t like that before, Nat. He changed, just as he claims, but he changed to worse. Now, he’s this deranged, drunk man who won’t take no for an answer. Frankly, I’m scared.”

  “You should get a restraining order against him.”

  “You think?”

  “Definitely. If he’s capable of forcing himself on you and refusing to accept the breakup, your best bet is that restraining order. How can you be sure that he won’t try something like this again? Or worse? You shouldn’t take any risks.”

  “I know. I don’t want to have to live in fear.”

  “How are you now? Do you want me to come to your place?”

  “Thanks, but I’m fine. Besides, I’m seeing Carlos tonight, so…”

  “Good. That’s good. Stick to Carlos because he’ll be able to protect you from that motherfucker if he does something like that again.”

  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get Carlos into this mess. I wasn’t sure about many things when it came to him, and opening up to him felt like putting my heart out there for him to stomp on it if he wanted.

  But one thing was certain. I couldn’t resist him.

  I went to his studio earlier as we had agreed, the chain of my need pulling me closer to him against all my insecurities. I got dressed up, let my hair down, and applied only a bit of makeup.

  He was alone in the semi-dark studio, and as soon as I passed through the door, he locked it, pulled me into his embrace, and kissed my lips passionately. It was so easy for him to make me pliable and hungry for more, and I found myself gripping his shoulders and grinding against him.

  “I missed you.”

  I smiled. “I missed you too.”

  “I had a few meetings with some investors today, but I couldn’t focus since I kept thinking about you. Last night was amazing.”

  He pushed me against the wall and ran his hands up my waist, his lips hard on mine. He fondled my breasts over my dress and pressed his hard cock against my mound. I moaned with pleasure.

  “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes traced the lines of my face with plain adoration.

  “Just like you.”

  He was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt that revealed his sexy definition. His hair was slicked back today, and I wanted to run my fingers through his silky strands and mess it all up. I did just that, right when his lips found mine again, and all I could think about was the feel of him against me.

  He took me by my hand and pulled me to the mirrors. “What are you doing?”

  He smirked at me. “I want you to see the beauty I’m seeing.”

  He made me face the mirrors and stopped behind me. Our gazes locked in the mirror, and my pulse quickened. His fingers traced my arm, his other hand positioned low on my belly.

  He intertwined his hand with mine and started swaying, his body guiding mine. We moved to the rhythm of the music in our heads, our eyes never leaving each other in the mirror, and I felt drunk on him. Every moment with him was magical and filled with a passion I never knew before.

  I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes, a faint smile decorating my face. No one had ever treated me like Carlos, and I was starting to feel like I was in some kind of fairytale. Everything about him and us felt special.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked me.

  “How good I feel next to you. You’re making me forget about everything, so I can only feel. The time with you feels special.” I opened my eyes, blushing. “Sorry. That might have sounded corny.”

  “Not at all. You described exactly how I feel whenever I’m with you. Only with you, Lindsey.” He moved my hair to the side and leaned in to kiss my neck. I moaned, goosebumps breaking out on my skin.

  He knew exactly how to kiss me, finding all my sensitive spots, and I quickly turned into a hot, wet mess. His cock twitched against my bottom, showing me how much I affected him.

  “I want to see all of you.”

  He helped me get out of my dress, leaving me only in my underwear and high heels. His gaze went over every inch of me in the mirror, the lust and approval on his face giving me a sense of control and power. He made me feel beautiful. With him, I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

  I wound my arms around his neck, which sent my breasts in my push-up bra higher, and he growled when he noticed it.

  “You look very good in that bra, but I think I prefer how your breasts look without it.” He unclasped my bra and threw it aside. “Because you have such sexy, perky breasts.” He palmed my boobs that were big enough to fill his hands and even more. “So firm. So nicely rounded.”

  He pinched my nipples, which were already two hard buds, rising into his touch. “And these nipples. Mmm.” He pushed his cock against my butt, moaning at the contact.

  “Touch me, Carlos. Please, touch my pussy.”

  “Si, mi amor.”

  Watching me in the mirror, he pushed my undies down and covered my mound. I thrust my hips forward and tightened my arms around his neck, growing more impatient.

  With a smirk, he pushed two fingers inside of me, bending them at my G-spot, and I moaned when pleasure hit me like a bolt of electricity.

  “Carlos… Yes…”

  My juices flowed out of me and down my thighs, the pulsing in my core becoming stronger. He fingered me fast, watching my reaction intently, and all my rational thoughts floated away… It was all about pleasure and this heat in me that was going to explode at any moment.

  It didn’t take me long. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my clitoris. Two seconds later, ecstasy poured all over me, and I cried out his name, clinging to him like he was my only anchor.

  “Carlos!” He held me as my body convulsed, the intensity of my release affecting all of me.

  “You’re perfect.”

  He spun me around and picked me up before he took me to the wall across from the mirrors. He unzipped his jeans with one hand and released his erection. I felt the need for him deep in me. I needed him to own me.

  “I want you so much,” I told him.

  “You got me, ba
by. You got all of me.” His lips latching onto mine, he guided his cock to my entrance and plunged inside.

  “Mhm!” I moaned into his mouth.

  His thick cock stretched me widely, ripping through my folds with an urgency that stole my breath away. I watched him bang me against the wall in the mirror, his gorgeously-shaped ass fully visible, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. My own face was unrecognizable to me, twisted in desire and pleasure, showing an unrestrained side of myself that had lay dormant for so long.

  His thrusts got faster and harder, and I lost control, squeezing his waist with my thighs. I came once more, gripping his shoulder under the intensity of my orgasm.

  “Dios mio. You’re so good, mi amor. So good. I can’t hold off my orgasm much longer.”

  “Then don’t hold it off. Come in me.”

  “Lindsey.” He said my name like it was something sacred, something cherished, his eyes two dark abysses of lust. He buried himself deep, so deep into me and groaned, the first spurt of sperm coating my insides.

  Our lips smashed against each other with his tongue sliding over mine, and never had I felt more bliss than now. He filled another piece of my heart, and for the first time, I didn’t want to stop it. For the first time, I wasn’t afraid of falling in love.

  11

  The last few days had been dream-like. Carlos and I spent most of our free time at his place or in the empty studio, and the hours and hours of wild sex had only left me wanting more. It was like I was becoming a sex addict and I couldn’t stop wanting him. Actually, yes. I was sure I would never get tired of his body that was made for pleasure.

  Then there were some sweet moments, like when he took me to the beach at sunset. In the end, we lay down on the sand and gazed at the starry sky, holding hands and talking about our lives, and it was one of the happier moments in my life.

  The other time was at his favorite restaurant, which was a small, cozy place that served authentic Colombian cuisine.

  We talked about many things, and he taught me a lot about Colombia and his culture. He even taught me a few words in Spanish. After dinner, he took me to a stage that was cleared for dancers, and we danced together to the sounds of the live band. The other guests watched us dance, and a few of them even told us how good we looked together.