CHAPTER FIVE #2
I kiss her until kissing isn’t enough. Breaking off, I glance around the place and see the shadowy shape of a bar top across the back wall with several bar stools. Shrugging out of my cut, I hang it over the back of one of them.
When I turn, Luisa presses against me, her fingers working the snaps of my denim shirt. One by one, they pop open, then she’s pushing it off my shoulders, her gaze roaming my ink-covered skin. One finger reaches to trace the lines of a design, then skates down to a blank area over my left ribs.
“Markin’ your spot?” I ask.
She gives me a devilish grin and tilts her chin up. “Maybe. I think my name would look good there.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Yes. In swirly letters with a heart around it.”
“Sounds like you’ve thought about it.”
“I have.”
“You plannin’ on getting my name inked on your pretty skin?”
“Maybe.”
“Do I get to pick the spot?” I tease, knowing this girl would never get a tattoo. She’s too innocent for that, and I wouldn’t want her to do that, anyway. “Thought we were just having some fun. Thought you weren’t gonna take this too seriously,” I remind her.
“I’m not,” she says, and pulls me toward the sofa pit group.
I fall in the corner and pull her on top of me.
Her knees go on either side of my hips, and I cup her waist, my eyes moving over the nightgown. It’s got tiny straps and is thin enough I see the nubs of her nipples poking through the fabric.
Hooking my thumbs in the ties, I slide them slowly down her shoulders until her breasts pop out, then lean forward and latch my mouth onto one of her pert nipples.
Luisa’s head falls back and her spine arches, thrusting her breasts forward.
Holding her waist, I keep her where I want her as I torment first one then the other nipple until she’s writhing and dragging her pussy against my jeans.
“Is my baby needy?” I pop her nipple from my mouth long enough to ask the question.
“Yes,” she whispers, her fingers threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp.
With one motion, I yank the gown over her head and drop it to the floor. She’s got the tiniest waist, which makes her breasts look all the fuller.
She’s naked now except for a pair of lace panties. I make quick work of those, hooking my fingers in them and jerking them free. They tear easily enough.
“Oh, no,” she says.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” I say, hauling her forward and sliding until my mouth has access to her pussy. Gripping her tight, I hold her in place and burrow my tongue between her pussy lips, seeking that little nub that makes her jump when I find it.
Her hands go to the wall behind me, and as I feast on her, I’ve got a clear shot of her breasts swaying above me.
I play a while, and soon she’s soaking wet for me, gasping and wiggling.
Working my hand around, I slip two fingers inside her, and she tenses.
“You still sore?”
“No.”
“Good. Cause I want this pussy.”
She moans, and I stroke inside her until I find that trigger that drives her wild. Soon she’s bucking against me, needing to come. I draw it out for a while, knowing even if she doesn’t, that it’ll be twice as good the longer I play with her.
Soon she’s panting. “Oh, Blue.”
“You want somethin’, baby?”
“Yes.”
“You want to come?”
She bites her lower lip and nods. If it weren’t so dark, I know I’d see a blush across her cheeks. I grin at the inconsistencies within her. She’s brazen enough to walk into our clubhouse, but too shy to ask for her pleasure.
I finish her off, and she cries out. I see every sensation of the orgasm wash across her face, and it’s a beautiful thing. When it’s over, she sags against me, breathing hard.
Reaching between us, I undo my jeans and pull out my rock-hard dick, stroking it.
Luisa pushes upright and stares at it while I dig in my hip pocket for a condom.
Once I roll it on, I bring the head of my dick to her drenched pussy and circle the entrance. “You ready for me, baby girl?”
She nods, her hands on my shoulders. She lifts and I thrust inside her. Her sweet pussy clamps down on me and I moan at the sensation.
“Fuck, Luisa. That feels so good.”
She does it again, and I grin. The girl’s a quick learner. Grasping her waist, I guide her until she’s got the motion down, and soon she’s riding me so damn good, I’m afraid I won’t last.
Her eyes fall to where we’re joined, and I brush the hair from her face, loving watching her expression. Her bottom lip is clamped between her teeth, and her eyes are half-lidded with desire. Everything in me wants to flip her onto her back, but she seems to enjoy being on top, so I give her that.
Her eyes flick up to see my grin, and I get the most beautiful smile in return.
“You’re good at this,” I murmur, giving her encouragement. I half expect her to blush, but she doesn’t; it just urges her on to fuck me harder.
My brows lift because I fucking love that. My abs are curling, trying to keep up with her, and a sheen of sweat is forming on both of us. I know in a moment I’m going to flip her to her back and fuck her hard, but I’m also loving watching her tits bounce in my face. Holy hell, that’s hot.
I reach up and squeeze them both, then rub my thumbs across her hard nipples, and she moans and kicks up her pace. I can tell she’s working up to an orgasm, and when she gets close, I pinch her nipples and she flies over the edge into ecstasy, her mouth dropping open and her back arching.
When she’s about to collapse on top of me, I roll us, go up on my knees, grab her thighs and yank her hips up to meet mine, then I fuck her hard and fast until our skin slaps together and echoes through the room.
I’m still in my boots and my jeans are just down around my thighs, and somehow the fact that she’s naked and I’m not makes it that much hotter.
I don’t want to hurt her, so it puts me at ease that she’s soaked from her orgasm and well lubricated. Still, I check with her. “You okay?”
She nods and lifts her hands to stroke my abs.
Knowing she wants me closer and to touch me, I put a hand near her head and lean over her, spreading her thighs wide with the other hand.
I stare at my slick dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy. “Look at that, pretty girl. Look how wet you are for me.”
At my words, she clamps down on me again, and I suck in a breath. “Fuck, yes. Keep that up.”
She does, and it’s not long before I know I’m going to blow. A few more pumps and I do. It’s the best fucking feeling, and she watches it wash over me.
When I’m done, I collapse for a moment and her arms wrap around me, clinging to me.
I kiss her neck and ear, and when I’ve got my strength back, I roll off her and deal with the condom, finding a paper napkin behind the bar and wadding it up before I drop it in the wastebasket. I sure don’t want anyone finding it.
When I return to Luisa, she’s covering herself with a throw blanket.
“You shy or just cold?” I ask.
“Maybe both.”
I lift a brow. “You weren’t shy a minute ago,” I tease, but dip and kiss her lips. “You’re a natural, but I get this is all new to you.”
“I should get inside,” she whispers.
“Yeah. I need to get out of here before someone catches us.” I bend and snag her panties, but when she goes to grab them, I stuff them in my hip pocket. “Think I’ll keep these as a memento.”
“You aren’t serious.”
“Serious as a heart attack, babe.”
I stand and fasten my jeans, then slip on my shirt.
Luisa puts her nightgown back on and stands.
Shrugging into my cut, she comes to me and kisses me. I take her hand and kiss the palm.
“This was nice. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
“But where?” she asks.
“I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out. What’s your week look like?”
“I’m volunteering at the church every Monday and Thursday.”
“What time?”
“1pm to three.”
“And after that?”
She shrugs. “I don’t really have to be home until dinnertime.”
I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ll see what I can arrange.”
“Okay. I’m glad I got to see you tonight.”
“It makes me happy to hear that, sweetheart.” I dip and kiss her again. “Go back to the house. I want to watch and make sure you get safely inside.”
She’s about to slip out the glass sliders when we see someone walk past the pool. I pull her back and watch through the crack in the curtains.
“Who’s that?” I whisper.
She peers around me. “It might be Salvador, my father’s foreman. He has an apartment on the other side of the groves.”
“What’s he doing here?”
We hear him whistle, and a moment later, a dog trots over to him. He puts it on a leash and curses it softly in Spanish. Then scratches the pup’s ears and heads away.
“That’s his new puppy. He must have run off when he let him out to pee.”
“That the only dog on the property?” I ask, peering around.
“Yes.”
“We got lucky. If you’d walked out ten seconds earlier, he’d have seen you,” I say.
After Salvatore and his dog disappear into the shadows, I wait another minute to make sure he is out of earshot. Then I ease open the slider and kiss Luisa again. She holds my hand, dropping it at the last moment, then dashing across the tile to the house. I watch her disappear inside a door.
I wait another minute, peering around, then slip out and jog to my bike.