15. Beatriz #2
I nod, grateful for the escape. As we move away from the group, I feel Alejandro’s arm slip around my waist again, his touch comforting and warm.
He leads me toward the side gate of the yard, through a small wooden gate at the back of the property.
He opens it for me, and I step out into the salty sea breeze.
The beach behind Diego’s house stretches out before us, the soft crashing of the waves in the distance. It’s more secluded back here, with the houses blocking the view from the main party. The atmosphere is peaceful, the only sounds coming from the ocean and the distant hum of the neighborhood.
Alejandro closes the gate behind us, his hand still holding mine as he walks alongside me toward the shoreline.
The sand is soft underfoot, the cool breeze lifting the strands of hair from my face.
We’re alone here, the night wrapping around us like a blanket, and the tension from the group melts away.
“This is better,” I say softly, glancing at him. My voice feels more at ease now, the earlier teasing fading with each step we take toward the water.
Alejandro looks at me, his expression softer than before. “I thought you might like it,” he says, giving me a teasing grin. “I’m not the biggest fan of loud parties, either.”
We walk in comfortable silence for a few moments, the rhythm of the ocean filling the gaps in our conversation.
I can feel the tension of the evening slowly slipping away, replaced by something warmer, more intimate.
We stop at the edge of the water, watching as the waves gently roll in, the moonlight reflecting off the surface.
The breeze brushes against my skin as Alejandro continues to lead me away from the noise of the party.
He doesn’t let go of my hand, his grip firm but comforting as he guides me toward the secluded stretch of sand.
It’s just us now—no laughter, no teasing, no eyes on us.
The only sound is the soft, rhythmic crash of the waves, and it’s enough to make my body hum with anticipation.
He stops at the edge of the water, his body so close to mine, the heat radiating off him.
His eyes find mine, dark with hunger. There’s a spark in them, something raw, something that makes my pulse spike.
He steps closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs low, “I’m going to make you forget about everything tonight. Only you and me.”
His words send a jolt of heat through me. My body betrays me, already so needy and desperate. I can’t find my voice, but I don’t need to. He knows what I’m feeling.
Alejandro shifts his focus, his hands slipping down to lift the hem of my dress.
His touch is light, but there’s an intensity in his fingers, as if he can’t wait to feel more of me.
The fabric of my dress moves up my thighs, and a shiver runs through me.
I can already feel his body pressing against mine, his erection hard and demanding.
"Let me feel you," he mutters, his lips ghosting over my neck as he moves my underwear aside. The sensation of his fingers on my skin is maddening—rough, deliberate, the contrast of his touch sending waves of desire through me.
I gasp, my hands clinging to his shirt, the need to pull him closer overwhelming. “Alejandro...” I murmur, but he doesn’t let me finish. His lips descend on my neck, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin there.
“Don’t think,” he orders, his voice thick with need. “Just let me take care of you.” His fingers move between my legs, finding the heat, the wetness of me, making me shudder.
His other hand slides to my breast, brushing the fabric aside to expose my nipple.
He pinches it, gently at first, teasingly, before his mouth is on it, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
I can’t stop the moan that slips from my lips, my body reacting to the attention, desperate for more.
Alejandro pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. “Tell me you want this. Say it.” His voice is a command, not a question.
“I want this,” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath. “I want you .”
He growls, the sound vibrating in his chest, and the next moment, he’s lifting me, laying me down on the shore, the water crashing against my heels with each wave.
His hands grip my hips as he pulls me closer, his body flush against mine.
His cock presses against my stomach, and I feel the hard promise of him.
He doesn’t waste time. His hands move to his pants, unbuttoning them swiftly, pulling them down just enough. He lines himself up, and before I can even think, he’s inside me. The stretch is immediate, and I gasp, feeling every inch of him as he fills me.
His breath comes in harsh bursts as he pulls back and thrusts into me, hard and fast, the force of it making me grip him tighter. He’s relentless, his body driving into mine, pushing me against the sand as he claims me, again and again.
“You’re mine, Beatriz,” he mutters between gritted teeth, his thrusts growing more forceful. “And I’ll remind you how fucking good it feels to be mine.”
My nails dig into his back, urging him deeper.
I can’t think, can’t focus on anything except the feel of him inside me, the pulse of his cock moving against my body.
Each thrust hits harder, faster, and I meet him with every push, my body hungry for more.
His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me harder into him, his rhythm relentless, driving deeper, each movement more urgent.
The sound of our skin slapping together is drowned out by the rhythmic crash of the waves, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the heat between us, the raw hunger, the desperate need.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his voice low and ragged as his lips trail down my neck, nipping at my collarbone, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “So fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of you, Beatriz.”
His words make my body tremble. My hips buck against his, pushing harder, faster, my own need spiking with every brutal thrust. The tension in my body builds higher, my pulse quickening, tightening with every shift of his body against mine.
“Please,” I moan, my voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
His answer is a growl, low and guttural, as he pulls me even harder against him, his body slamming into mine with unrelenting force.
The friction makes me moan, and I can feel myself unraveling, slipping further into the storm he’s creating.
His lips find mine in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past mine as he fucks me harder, his grip on my hips like a vice.
“Not stopping,” he mutters against my lips, his voice thick with lust. “Not until you come for me. You’re going to come so fucking hard, Beatriz. I’ll make sure of it.”
The way he says my name makes my heart race, the heat in his words sending another wave of pleasure through me. He’s pushing me closer to the edge, his cock hitting deeper with every powerful thrust. I can’t stop the way my body moves in response, meeting each of his strokes, desperate for release.
“Come for me, carino,” he growls, his voice dropping even lower as he moves faster, the sound of our bodies colliding louder now. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
The tension in my body snaps. My orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing through every inch of me, leaving me shaking, my body clenching tightly around him.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he thrusts one last time, filling me with hot, searing pleasure. His body shudders against mine, his grip on me tightening as he spills inside me.
We stay there, pressed together, our chests heaving in time. The noise of the party and the crashing waves fade into nothing as we hold each other, wrapped up in the aftermath of what just happened.
Alejandro leans his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “God, you’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with lust.
I can’t help but smile softly, feeling everything between us—everything we’ve just shared. He kisses me again, softer now, but with that same possessive hunger that will never quite go away.
For a moment, we’re both still, the cool night air mixing with the heat of our bodies. He holds me close, his lips brushing my forehead as we both come down from the intensity of the moment.
“That was... exactly what I needed,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I nod, still trying to steady my breathing. I feel... connected, and in this moment, all the chaos of the night—the teasing, the uncertainty—seems like a distant memory. It’s just us, the ocean, and the promise of more moments like this.