Chapter 15 #2
Lucero didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around me, lifted me up, and kissed me so hard a moan was tugged straight out of my throat.
My ass hit the counter for the second time today, but this time I didn't give a fuck.
Fine, for now, let him keep my stupid last name.
Sooner or later, he would get sick of it. Of me. Until then…
"Take your clothes off," I ordered.
Lucero ripped his shirt over the top of his head with one hand.
Shouldn't be hot, but it did things to me that I couldn't possibly explain.
His chest lifted and fell as he worked off his pants and boxers.
When he was naked, his fingers shifted through his dark hair, and his eyes were filled with hunger as he gazed at me.
"Shit," I muttered. "Come here."
Lucero moved between my thighs. I ran a hand over his chest, fingers scraping over his belly and back up to his throat as he stood in place, letting me play with him like he was a doll. When we locked eyes again, he tilted his head.
"I hate your clothes," he said, voice husky. "Take them off. Why did you put on something so fucking boring?"
My hand stilled. I stared at him. "What?"
"The boy clothes," he muttered. "Even when you wear them, you don't wear this shit."
I glanced down at myself. "Oh, your family was here. I guess I just wanted to…"
Fit in? Since when the hell have I ever wanted to fit in?
"Don't do that," Lucero said, his words a plea. "Don't be anything other than yourself. That's who I married and that's who I want to see. Everyday."
"You're demanding," I muttered.
"So what?" he asked, his hands grasping me tightly. "I just want you to be happy."
I stared at him. "What is your angle?" I asked. "No one cares about someone else like this. Seriously, what are you up to?"
Lucero frowned. "Up to? Nothing. I just want you."
Why hung on the edge of my tongue. There was nothing special about me. Literally my best trait was that I was the city's exterminator. Everything else about me was bland. Dull. And secretive. So secretive that I didn't even know myself half the time.
"Stop," Lucero demanded as he grabbed my chin. "You're getting that look on your face again."
"What look?" I asked, freeing my face from his grasp despite how much I liked it.
"Like you hate yourself."
My body shuddered. "You talk too fucking much." I snatched a knife out of the dish drain and held it to this throat. "Fuck me, quietly, or I'm leaving."
Lucero’s hands made short work of ripping my clothes off.
The fabric strained against my flesh before he threw it to the side.
As if the clothes had somehow offended him.
Lucero snatched up a bottle of coconut oil on the counter and slathered it on his cock.
He pressed his length against mine, and slipped against it slowly, our flesh warm and slick together.
I rolled my hips before his hand wrapped around us both and he stroked.
"Fuck, that's better."
Sometimes, he talked too much. We both did.
I didn't need to analyze everything about the situation.
Didn't need to reflect. This was all I desired from Lucero: His big body on top of mine while we fell into oblivion together.
And when I was done? I would walk away and get my brain back into working order again.
"Lucero, faster," I groaned.
He picked up speed, but it was half-hearted. When I looked at his face, his brow pinched and a frown on his features, I shoved a hand into his chest. Lucero stumbled back.
"Are you really getting an attitude because you can't talk?"
Lucero shrugged.
"Oh, I have had enough of you," I snapped.
I hopped off the counter, grabbed his belt from his pants, and looped it around his neck. When it was fastened into place, I turned, reached back, and guided his cock to my waiting ass. He gasped, a moan rumbling in his chest that now pressed against my back.
"Fuck me," I demanded. "Now."
Lucero slammed inside of me as I gripped the belt and pulled him closer. The crack of his hips against mine was magical, sharp and stinging and hot. I gasped, reaching out to grip the counter while I yanked the belt.
"Harder," I moaned.
He did just that, hips slamming into mine as he panted above me. Lucero's free hand that wasn't gripping my hip laid on top of mine. He laced our fingers together, his grip strong. Even when he couldn't speak, the asshole found some way to make it too soft, too loving, too… real.
French spilled from my lips as I pressed my head to the cool countertop. Not that it calmed me down. No, I was beyond lost.
The floorboards squeaked, the dishes rattling in the sink as he slammed into me. His breathing flooded my ears before his teeth found my ear. They buried into my flesh, nipping and lapping against it as I was forced onto the tips of my toes. The stretch of taking his cock was painfully perfect.
Lucero seemed just as overwhelmed. He muttered under his breath, words that were stolen by the next grunt or moan that overcame him instead. His hand dragged me back, as if he wanted to impale every part of himself inside of me.
"Right there." My eyes widened as he hit just the right angle. "Fuck, Lucero."
He paused. I panted, my stomach squeezing with need. Why the hell had he stopped? My body ached and pulsed now. Hungry. Needing. I glanced over my shoulder.
"Why the hell did you stop?" I asked.
He looked at me pointedly.
"Speak," I spat out.
Lucero closed his eyes and then he smiled. "I love you."
I yanked the belt tighter with a growl. Even with his breathing restricted, he smiled and went back to slamming into me.
Those three words hung in the air above my head like a machete just waiting to fall and sever me in two.
If I wasn't so into his dick, I would have gotten up and left, but as it was, I was so close I could feel it.
I wasn't willing to give up the waiting orgasm for my annoyance and pride.
"Lucero," I moaned as I pushed back toward him. "I'm so close."
He bit down on my neck and that was it for me.
As his tongue rolled against my pulse point, I came so hard my knees buckled.
Lucero wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me in place as he fucked me like I was a rag doll in his arms. My hole filled with cum as he roared my name, and then he was leaning against me, kissing the back of my neck.
"Thank you," he mumbled. "Thank you, Onyx."
I loosened the belt and reached back. My hand touched his cheek and he kissed my palm.
As my stomach knotted, I felt the instinct to run.
Falling for someone was a trap, I knew that.
And I did not have any feelings for Lucero except annoyance.
However, it felt like the longer he was around, the more in danger I would be. I needed to step up my investigation.