7. Chapter 7
THE DRIVE back to Joaquín’s house is quiet. I don’t think either one of us really knows what to say at this point.
When we walked back out into the yard, my brother and Brooke were nowhere to be found. My eyes searched the remaining faces —which was a total of three— but they were gone. I had a pretty good idea of what that meant, but I had no clue where they would’ve gone.
Oh shit.
“Um, are we—my brother is probably home right now and he’s gonna want—you know, he’s probably wondering—“
“Jo,” he says, putting a stop to the incoherent rambling. “Jordan knows.”
I scrunch up my brows and nose and ask, “Jordan knows what?”
I watch his throat work, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. Street lamps highlight his handsome face as we pass under them, and the switch between dark and light feels like a prelude.
“He knows I was going in that house to stop you.”
“But you didn’t stop me. Well, not at first,” I counter.
If the way he kissed and touched me was his way of stopping me, I’m curious to see what he does when he likes someone.
“I may have lied.” He shrugs with a crooked grin that reminds me of all the times we’d disappear without Jordan, laughing and talking about kid stuff, then telling Jo we couldn’t find him anywhere.
We pull up to their house and he taps the button under his rearview mirror, and the engine of his Porsche Targa growls as we drive forward. Some people might say purr, but Joaquín’s car definitely growls. Like it’s telling every other car to get out of its fucking way.
My brother's car is noticeably absent from where it’s usually parked and now my brain is really turning with where he could be.
“Where is he?” I ask Joaquín but he only shrugs.
“Let’s talk. Inside,” he says after the engine quiets.
I give him a single nod of my head and follow him in. I assume we’re going to sit in the living room to talk about what happened tonight, but he pulls me by my hand up the stairs and straight to his room.
I step in the dark room and hear the door shut and the lock click behind me.
“Bean, what are you doing?”
“Giving us some privacy, Bunny. Your car isn’t here so for all he knows, I’m here alone. We won’t be bothered when he gets home.” He flips on his light then presses a remote, dimming the harsh overhead light. “Sit.”
I gulp and walk over to his bed, hopping up on the mattress and he follows suit. Only he doesn’t hop, which is part of the reason he calls me Bunny. My incessant hopping and skipping when I was younger.
I bring my thumb to my mouth and begin chewing away at my manicured nails. My nerves are starting to burn through me like wildfire. Joaquín reaches out and pulls my hand away then twines his fingers with mine.
“Tell me how is it that you find yourself an almost twenty-three year old virgin?” He asks and now it’s time to spill the truth.
I feel the tears building again. Will he think I’m ridiculous, saving myself for him when he clearly was not? But then what he said back at Bram’s slams into me.
“Why did you tell Bram I’ve been yours since we were seven years old?”
He sighs and kicks off his shoes before scooting up the bed and resting against the pillows. He holds out his hand and motions for me to come to sit with him. I do the same and toss my shoes, then crawl on hands and knees to him. His arm is splayed wide, and I snuggle against him.
Once again, this is a feeling that is familiar yet somewhat foreign after so many years of not having the other in our lives. It’s like learning the language all over again.
“I told Bram that tonight because it’s true,” he says, very plain and simple. “I noticed you before I noticed Jordan and I felt something that, at that young age, I couldn’t understand or describe. I know now that something was the feeling that I had found my person.”
My head shakes slowly from side to side. “I don’t get it. How could you say that I was your person but yet, you treated me only as if I were a sister and nothing more. You walked away from our grad party with Tiff that night and never looked back. That was four years ago, Joaquín. You don’t just break your person’s heart then shut them out like they never existed.”
“You do if that person has a brother that is constantly reminding you that she’s too good for you and deserves better, and that if you touch her he’ll break your neck,” he explains and my mouth literally drops open.
It gives any cartoon character a run for their money with how outrageously wide it hangs.
“Jordan threatened you and said you weren’t good enough?”
He nods his head and replies, “He was right. He’s still right. I sure as hell don’t deserve someone as pure as you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try. Bunny, when Bram touched you tonight…I thought I was going to end up in prison. I wanted to watch the life drain out of him by my hands.”
“So why’d you let it get that far?” I question, my curiosity piqued as to why he acted as he did.
“Because I thought it was the only way I could have you. If I had to share you, then so be it. Which brings me back to my question. How are you still a virgin, Jo?”
I turn my face away from him, and let it fall back to rest against his shoulder. I can’t look him in the eye and speak my truth. I’m still feeling like that broken hearted eighteen year old, watching the boy she loved walk away with another girl.
“In high school it was because I was saving myself,” I say and take a deep breath. “For you. I wanted you to be my first. My only , really. But then graduation happened, and I went away to school, you went to Germany, and I figured that was that. When college started, I was busy with fitting into a new place and keeping up with school and the dance team. I had very little free time to do things like date. I mean, I did date a few guys, but it never got further than a few weeks. It lasted right up until they were ready for the next step —sex— and when I refused, that was the end.”
I feel him move and slide his arm out from under me. I close my eyes, afraid to know what will happen next, and lay still. Callused fingers brush against my cheek and I squeeze my eyes tighter.
“I’m sorry, Bunny. I never should have done that to you,” he whispers. “It was killing me that we were all going in different directions and I thought it was best to just let you go. I thought you’d move to Colorado, fall for some granola hiker and you’d never waste another moment thinking about me again, and I couldn't stomach the thought.”
I open my eyes and hold back a smile that is trying to force its way out.
“First of all, how could you think that I could ever love a hiker? You know I don’t like Teva’s. It would never work.” He smiles, a small chuckle leaving his beautiful mouth. “Second, I never wasted a moment thinking of you. Every memory of you is cherished. Not one is a waste."
His face moves slowly closer and closer to me until our noses touch and his eyes fall closed. I feel his warm breath on my skin and his lips connect with mine. I relax in his arms and slide to lay flat underneath him, pulling his weight down on top of me. He reaches down behind my knee and lifts it to wrap around his waist. My foot nudges him to move and his denim covered length connects with my sensitive pussy. I’m growing wetter every time he rolls against me and I moan and open my legs wider.
Our kiss grows deeper and I begin to gyrate my hips to meet his. My hands move under his shirt, roaming over the hard plains of his body and appreciating every ripple and ridge. His hand does the same under my shirt and he squeezes my bare breast and my nipple hardens almost to the point of pain.
I let my hand fall from his back and dip my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and quickly start to wiggle them over my hips.
“Slow, Bunny. We don’t need to rush this. If it were up to me this wouldn’t even be happening tonight, but I don’t know if I can hold myself back.”
My eyes blink, trying to adjust the sudden light. “But-but why?”
“Because I want our first time to be special. Something more than a half-drunk moment after almost having a threesome with some douchebag. I don’t want it to fall on the cusp of the night.”
“I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m tired of holding onto this like it’s some type of prize when it’s really no big deal,” I choke out.
“I’ve already said it once tonight but I guess it bears repeating. I knew at seven years old that you’d be mine one day. So yeah, it is a big fucking deal. Having sex means that’s it Jo. You and me. Are you ready for that?”
Holy shit, that’s fucking hot. And now I want him even more.
“I’m so ready. I’ve only ever wanted you. I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.”
A devilish grin appears and my gut tells me I’m in for a world of trouble. The good kind. Joaquín’s hand slides over my breast, across my ribs and down to the spot that is aching to feel his touch. “Are you up for a little bit of fun first, Bunny?”
I stare up at him, biting my lip, and nod my head. His fingers brush my hair off of my forehead and he places a soft kiss to it, then moves to my cheek and down my neck. He flicks at my earlobe then brings his lips close.
“Relax and let me take care of you.” His whispered words send shivers rolling across my skin.
Joaquín hooks his fingers into my leggings and finishes what I started, sliding them down my legs and exposing myself completely to him. My embarrassment over having him see me truly naked for the first time has me squeezing my legs together. Earlier we were shrouded in dim light and Bram, so the up close and personal look he’s getting now is an eye full.
“No, Jolie. Open your legs. I want to see that gorgeous pussy,” he growls and now my entire body is heating up like it’s being roasted over a pit.
I can feel the blush creep up from my toes to my nose as I slowly spread my legs open. Joaquín’s eyes bulge like a kid seeing cake for the first time, and he licks his lips. I gasp as he runs his fingers through my seam then licks them clean, moaning as if it’s sweet frosting.
“Fuck, Bunny. You’re delicious.” I watch his head disappear between my thighs and feel his fingers spread me wide.
A swipe of his tongue has tingles shooting through my veins, then his mouth clamps over me and he begins licking and sucking me into oblivion. I’m panting, my eyes rolling back in my head, and he doesn’t ease up. Instead, he adds his fingers to the mix and plunges them in and out of me.
Something akin to the spark of a fuse sounds in my ears and it’s a signal straight to my nipples that turn impossibly harder than they already are.
“Oh my god,” I breathe heavily as his tongue flicks my clit over and over. “Joaquín. I’m-I feel like-”
He pulls his mouth away and my eyes open to meet his. “Have you ever orgasmed before, Bunny?” When I shake my head no, a roar spills from his mouth and that devious smile returns.
He also returns to eating me until my lungs constrict and air can neither escape nor enter. The buzzing that was in my ears grows muffled and a sound that I’ve never heard before falls from my lips. It’s somewhere between a cat purring, an alarm blaring, and a cry.
Joaquín doesn’t stop his glorious assault on me and continues to let his mouth drain me. A whoosh of air rushes out and the world stops spiraling out of control. Like a predator who has captured his prey, he crawls up my body and hovers above me.
“The way those creamy thighs clamped my head, like you’d die if I moved…” he breathes deep and I can smell my scent on him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, embarrassed that I lost all control of myself.
“Sorry? Bunny. That was fucking hot. Not to mention you have the best fucking pussy. Jesus, I could drink from you all night.” He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and stands from the bed.
I gulp and open my trembling mouth. “What about you?” I ask, looking down at his tented pants.
“Well now that you’re good and wet and relaxed, we can finish.” He smiles wide as his fingers begin pushing in and out of me.
My hands grip onto his shoulders and my hips move in time with his fingers. Big brown eyes stare longingly into mine, and the moment grows thicker with anticipation. Joaquín pulls his fingers from me and immediately pops them into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as he licks them clean.
“I’ll be gentle. Just tell me if I hurt you. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper.
His shirt is quickly tossed over his head and his eyes never leave mine as he suavely slips out of his jeans. Before he drops them to the floor, his hand reaches into the back pocket and pulls out a gold foil square.
I watch with rapt attention when he rips open the packet and slides the condom over his hard cock. He rolls it down slowly and my eyes follow every inch. When it’s in place he grips the base and braces himself with one hand on the bed next to my head.
“Relax and breathe.” His lips lightly touch mine and I feel him rub the throbbing head between my dripping lips.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes when he begins to slide in. I squeeze them tight when he moves deeper and deeper, a stinging sharp pain slamming into me. I thought because I use tampons that it wouldn’t hurt so much. But I should’ve been a little smarter and realized that a skinny tampon and Joaquín’s thick, hard dick would have little in common aside from going inside of me.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks and I roll my lids open.
“No. Keep going. I’m okay.”
He licks his lips and leans down, taking mine in a sensual kiss, and I feel a sense of heaviness when he finally pushes completely inside of me. He doesn’t remove his mouth from mine and he starts to slowly roll his hips. I wince and dig my nails into his back when it feels like I’m being torn in two.
Joaquín runs his hand down my torso, caressing my skin and soothing away some of the pain. He pulls my mind from focusing on how much it hurts, and I start to relax. My body opens up, accepting him easier, and the pain turns to a blissful tingle.
I moan and it spurs on a groan from Joaquín. “Feel good, Bunny?”
I nod and let out a breathy, “Yes.”
It isn’t long before my body finds his rhythm and we move as one. My hips roll to meet his and the connection ignites my body. The fuse is lit at the base of my spine and it spreads the deeper and harder his moves are. His dick feels like it’s pressing a button that will send me to a world unknown.
“You’re so tight, Jo. Fuck you feel amazing.” His voice sounds strained like he’s trying to hold something back, and here I am trying to let something out.
“Oh god. Right there. Don’t stop,” I pant.
“Is that the spot, Bunny? Mmm, let’s see how many times I can make you come tonight,” he says then grinds into my clit and I fire off like a rocket.
“Oh fffffuck!” I wail and feel my body levitate.
If I were to open my eyes I’m pretty sure Joaquín would be staring up at me as I float across the ceiling. My legs and arms are weightless and the feeling moves through to my fingertips. I feel so warm and I don’t want it to end. But it does when I feel my lungs constrict and I gasp for air.
My eyes fly open and I witness the most beautiful sight. Joaquín stares longingly at me like he’s just witnessed a miracle.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers and kisses me hard while he pumps into me with the same force.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer. He takes one of my legs and lifts it even higher, draping it over his shoulder and hitting a whole new place I didn’t even know existed.
I draw air from him and my eyes grow wide as I feel myself tipping towards euphoria, again. His forehead presses against mine and I can hear his breathing turn heavier and feel the warmth along my lips.
“I’m going to come again,” I tell him and it’s a plea not to stop.
My heart pounds and a flutter swirls in my belly just as Joaquín hisses. Harder, faster, deeper he goes until I finally let go. My body tenses and he says, “Shit yes,” but it sounds garbled like he’s underwater.
We ride out the high together and when we land, our bodies are coated with sweat and the air is thick with the scent of us.
My chest heaves for precious air and Jo rolls over, falling to his back with a plop.
“You okay, Bunny?”
I close my eyes and smile. “Better than okay.”
I turn my head to look at him. His face, his eyes, his smell, everything, and it feels like I’m right where I belong.