Chapter 18
LAYLA
Kissing Santiago Cortez was everything I’d hoped it would be and more. I’d expected him to be a good kisser, but I hadn’t thought he would be this good.
His lips were soft but firm, hungry, and demanding. The masculine, aquatic scent of his cologne enveloped me, and as he slid his hand around the back of my neck to pull me closer, I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck.
It turned out that a kiss with him wasn’t just about mouths or lips. His whole body was getting involved and now, so was mine. My heart was racing and my panties were soaked, my core pulsing and aching with the need to be touched.
As his hands pushed into my hair and his chest pressed against mine, he spread his legs and hooked them around my ass, using the powerful muscles in them to bring me closer.
My shins slid in under his thighs and he only stopped when the wet front panel of my panties collided with the bulge in his pants.
The shorts he had on were made of a thin, lightweight material, and it was immediately obvious not only that his cock was as hard as anything I’d ever felt, but also that he could feel the heat of me through the layers between us.
“Fuck, Layla,” he growled between passionate kisses. “How are you that wet or that hot already?”
I smiled against his lips, deciding to keep rolling with the honesty thing now that it had gotten me to exactly where I’d been wanting to be for so long. “I told you the anticipation was killing me.”
My nipples were pebbled, and when he brought a hand up my side to close it over my ribs, I moaned again and pushed my chest harder into his. Another low, needy noise tumbled out of him. “Can I touch you?”
“Are you seriously asking me that right now?” My words were punctuated by hard kisses. “I saw that flash of heat in your eyes when I asked you if you wanted me to beg earlier. I’m willing to do it now if it’ll get you to move that hand up a little more.”
“You’re driving me crazy over here, you know that?” He obliged without making me beg, cupping my breast in his large palm before pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I cried out, but he swallowed the sound with kisses so ravenous it was making my head spin.
Or maybe that’s just because all the blood in my body has moved south.
With another unexpected pinch to my nipple, he groaned when I screamed his name into his mouth. “Shit, Layla. You’re so responsive. Are you always so responsive?”
I shook my head as I devoured his mouth, my hands moving up and down the length of his thighs. “Only for you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.”
He groaned again. “Fuck, okay. Tell me to stop if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, got it?”
“Yes, sir.” It was meant to be a little joke, but as soon as I called him that, his response was almost feral.
He crushed his lips to mine at the same time that he pinched my nipple harder than he had before.
Then his free hand appeared on my inner thigh and he pushed his fingers into my panties without hesitation.
I trembled when his knuckles brushed against my soaked core, already so close to the edge that my breathing was shaky and my toes wanted to curl. “Santiago, please.”
“Please what, Perkins?” he commanded between bruising kisses. “I’m already giving you what you wanted.”
“No. More.” My heart was pounding, my muscles quivering as I squirmed against him. “Please give me more. Give me everything.”
He cursed into my mouth, but then he dipped his finger into my wet heat and I nearly started crying with the relief that one digit brought. “Yes.”
“Jesus,” he ground out. “Layla, fuck. Are you really that close?”
“Yes!” I didn’t quite know if it was my response to his question or just because he’d started moving his finger in and out of me, but it worked for both.
“Okay, baby,” he murmured almost reassuringly. “I’m going to make you come, then I’m going to lick you clean. You good with that?”
“Yes.”
With one of his arms like a steel band around my waist and his body holding me up, he kept thrusting his finger into me.
Then he brought his thumb to my clit and I was done for.
Pleasure sparked through me as soon as he touched the swollen bud, and as he started drawing quick, tight circles around it, I stopped kissing him because I couldn’t do it anymore.
The orgasm that was building deep down inside me was too intense for me to move, and I was afraid it was going to dissipate or worse, disappear if I didn’t keep focused on it.
I’d cry if that happened, so instead, I tensed up, my forehead mashed against his as every brush of his finger brought me closer to the edge.
I felt his eyes burning into me like the hottest twin flames as he watched me trying to brace for it.
Then he moved forward and caught my lower lip between his teeth, nipping it just hard enough to give me that last little bit of what I’d needed.
My orgasm arrived in all its divine glory, the pleasure sweeping me under as powerful as I’d ever felt before.
Thankfully, Santiago’s mouth was right there and it captured my incoherent screams as my body spasmed, my toes curled, and a blinding white light exploded behind my eyes. I had no idea how long it lasted, but when I finally came to, he planted another bruising kiss on my lips.
“That…” He trailed off, his voice tight and hoarse. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
With that, he pushed my shoulders down until they kissed the sand.
Then he pushed my dress up and yanked my panties off all in almost one smooth movement.
Like a man possessed, he tucked into me, licking me clean like he’d promised and making me come again as I stared at the stars above and wondered when it had gotten dark.
My second orgasm was just as powerful as the first had been, but as I lay there panting in the aftermath, I still wasn’t sated. I wouldn’t be until I felt him inside me. That much, I knew for a fact.
As he lifted his head up from between my legs, the lower half of his face was glistening but I didn’t care. Instead, I caught it in my hands and pulled him up, then spoke against his lips before I kissed him.
“I want you.”
His body was trembling just a tiny little bit as he held himself above me on his forearm, and I knew it wasn’t because of physical strain. It was because he was just as worked up as I was, and yet I saw it in his eyes that he was about to deny us both.
Before he could say it, I finally kissed him, not even a little grossed out by the taste of me on his lips. He groaned and hesitated, but then his tongue delved into my mouth and he was kissing me back again, his body now fully shaking as I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him down.
Even though he was still wearing his pants and probably underwear, he hissed when his crotch hit mine. “Just this once, Layla. Okay? And it’s not going to be slow or gentle. If you’re not good with that?—”
“Fuck me, Santiago. Give me everything you’ve got, sir. I can take it.” Good god, since when do I say stuff like that?
Evidently, he brought it out in me, but since it clearly convinced him to give me what I wanted, I wasn’t going to start questioning it now. He sat up for just a minute, producing a condom from his wallet and then tearing open his shorts.
It was too dark for me to see much of him as he pushed his pants off and tore the condom wrapper open, and since he was hunched over himself, not even the moonlight gave me much of a chance at seeing him in all his glory, but I saw enough to know he’d been going commando.
I also saw shiny wetness coating his tip before he covered it in latex and rolled it down the long length of his shaft.
As he positioned himself on top of me again, I knew I was going to have sand everywhere after this, but I wanted him too much to care. With his wide tip pushing against my entrance, he stopped and looked down into my eyes.
“You sure you’re okay with this?”
“If you don’t do it right now, I’m taking over.”
He smirked as he lowered his mouth back to mine. “I’d like to see you try, cadet.”
Then he thrust into me and I saw stars. Not the literal stars above us, but the kind that only came from being filled so well and completely that a girl just knew she was never going to be the same again.
As he’d promised, he wasn’t gentle and he didn’t take it slow.
He didn’t even give me a moment to adjust to his decidedly impressive size before he was pulling out and slamming back into me again.
The hottest noises ever came out of him as he kissed me while moving in and out, hard and fast just like he’d warned me it would be.
We definitely weren’t making love, but that was just fine by me. This was probably the roughest anyone had ever been with me, but I was loving every second of it. I loved it so much and I was so sensitive at this point that it took me almost no time at all to feel another climax starting to build.
As he felt my inner muscles flutter around him, he stopped and gave me a stern look. “No. Not yet. This time, you’re waiting for me.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he growled. “Now be a good girl and hold it until I’m ready.”
I squeaked, but I did what he said even if he had to stop a few more times. By the time he barked the command I’d been waiting for, there were tears in my eyes and they leaked out when I finally let go of the massively intense orgasm I’d been fighting to hold back.
“Come for me, Layla,” he insisted, and I went off like a rogue firework on the fourth of July. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me and I went rigid underneath him as my mind was blown to the four corners of the earth.
It took me ages to come to after, and when I finally opened my eyes, I found him looking down at me with concern painted all over his shadowy features as he patted my cheek. “Layla? Fuck, thank god. There you are. Are you okay?”
“Peachy.” I managed a lazy smile before I dropped my head back against the sand, my limbs feeling like jelly and my bones pulverized by the pleasure. “That was awesome.”
Relief softened those worried features, and he nodded and dropped a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before he pulled out of me. “Yeah, it was, but I meant what I said. It was just this once and no one can ever find out about it.”
“They won’t,” I said happily as my lids fluttered. Honestly, I felt a little like I was drunk, but I’d only had that one beer. “I have just as much riding on this as you do, sir. You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. I won’t.”
“Good.” He got up and did his pants back up, then shook the sand off himself and offered me a hand. “Do you need help getting up?”
“No, I need a few more minutes to recover, though. Jeez, Cortez. You really know how to bring it, don’t you?”
He chuckled. “So do you, cadet. We’re never going to speak of it again, though, right?”
I waved him off as I nodded. “Never again, but we’re still in the moment, so I figured I could tell you.”
When he didn’t respond, I opened my eyes again and saw him scowling at the water, and my heart did a weird leap in my chest. He didn’t exactly look happy about what had just happened, and for a second, I wondered if I’d ruined the opportunity for myself to get into search and rescue.
But I dismissed the thought almost immediately. I hadn’t ruined anything except myself for other men for the immediate future. Since we probably weren’t going to get another break anytime soon, though, that was okay by me.
I would have memories of tonight to keep me warm during the long, lonely nights to come.
Eventually, those memories would start fading and I’d forget just how good it’d really been, and then I’d be fine again.
Besides, even if I never forgot, it had been worth it, and that was what I was going to be holding on to.