CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE DIEGO #3
“Not quite.” She rises on her knees and unbuttons her jeans before pulling down the zipper. I help her push the pants down, my mouth going dry at the sight of the matching thong she’s wearing. “I’d be happier if you fucked me.”
With a quick maneuver, she’s beside me, and I’m helping her out of the pair of jeans and chucking them in the driver’s seat. She makes quick work of my pants, and throws them somewhere before pulling me down by the back of my neck.
The kiss is searing hot, causing the windows to fog up. We’re panting in each other’s mouths, hands roaming everywhere as though this is the first time. Pushing her lace to the side, I drag my fingertip through her wetness.
“You’re so fucking greedy,” I mutter, rubbing quick circles over her clit. She moans in my mouth and bucks at my touch. “I ate you out this morning before heading to work. Fucked you before dinner. And you’re already desperate for my cock, hmm?”
“I always am,” she whines. “Diego, I need you. No fucking around, please. We could get caught.”
“But it excites you.” I use three fingers to work her clit, my eyes focused on her face and the way her brows contort with utter pleasure. “Feel how you’re drenching my fingers at the idea of it?”
With as much strength as she can muster, she pushes me to force me to sit down. I pull her on my lap. We kiss. We writhe, searching for more friction. We whisper each other’s names like a plea, my palms kneading her ass.
Taking my erection out, with my boxer briefs pushed down to my knees, Alara bites my lower lip and pulls away. I watch as she brings her other hand to her center while jerking me off, dipping two fingers inside her before bringing her arousal to the leaking tip of my cock.
I whimper at the sight, looking down at the way her small hand is wrapped around me. Her nails graze the underside, and my legs tremble as I throw my head back.
“Okay, fuck me now,” I pant, pulling her lace to the side.
“Now who’s greedy?”
Her comment earns her a harsh slap on her ass cheek. She has the audacity to chuckle.
While she rummages around to find my wallet, I pull the straps of her bra down enough to free her breasts. Sucking on her taut nipple, she moans and pushes against my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” she whispers. “I think we might have a problem.”
I release her nipple with a pop and look at her hands holding my wallet. A wad of cash. A few coupons. My driver’s license, ID, and credit card. No condom.
My eyes widen in bewilderment. “Shit, indeed. Did we use all of them already?”
She blushes furiously, meeting my gaze. “Both boxes?”
Yeah, we’re animals. Animals that are super fucking attracted to one another, so that justifies our lustful habits, right?
“Possibly.”
But when I feel her slide against my shaft, all wet and warm, I nearly lose my goddamn mind. Alara looks down, repeating the motion. Up, down. Up, down. My cock is drenched with how aroused she is.
We look into each other’s eyes again, an understanding passing between us. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear just as she rises on her knees, her hand wrapping around my crown and giving it the attention it needs.
“You’re on the pill,” I whisper, kneading her full breasts. “And I’m clean. I’m okay if you’re okay with us going bare.”
She nods, bringing me to her opening. “I’m more than okay.”
“Good. I’ve wanted you like this since the first time.”
And then she lowers herself in one swift motion, and my eyes roll back. I die. Come back to life. Die again.
Holy fuck.
I’ve never had sex without a condom. And this feeling is indescribable but incredibly blissful.
“Oh, God,” she moans, starting to roll her hips. She feels fabulously perfect – tight, wet, made to welcome me.
“Just Diego is fine,” I joke. With my hands on her waist, I help her up and down, her rhythm already frantic. Feeling her flutter around me, I know she’s already close. I don’t think I’ll last long either.
Our lips crash in one of those messy kisses that leave us breathless. Her tits are flushed against my chest as she pumps up and down. My hand snakes behind her back, up to her nape, and fists her hair to pull her head back so that I can give some love to her pink nipples.
Sex with Alara is so fucking good. It’s never felt like this before. It’s hot, intense – passionate, even.
We explore, we learn, we enjoy.
I spend hours exploring her body and encouraging her to communicate what she likes. I encourage her to let go, sometimes using my words and sometimes letting my touch speak for itself.
We have sex whenever we can. Sometimes, we sneak out during our lunch breaks to have a quickie at her place.
Once, we fucked in the storage room at Rock Snow after closing.
Once, she blew me in her office after she claimed she needed to talk to me about content creation.
She had locked the door, dropped to her knees, and there was my cock standing up at her attention.
I’m addicted to her body. I know how to please it. I know when she’s on the verge of coming. I’ve studied her breathing like a song, the way it staggers and hitches when she’s about to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
But we also spend a lot of time together – just talking and getting to know each other better, laughing, sleeping, reading. Those moments are the ones I, secretly, cherish the most.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I rasp against her neck.
Alara quickens her pace, our bodies already slick with sweat. I hold her ass high enough to ram into her from below, causing a loud moan to escape her throat.
With me, Alara doesn’t get lost in her head. She lets go of the control. She doesn’t overthink, and that’s because she’s comfortable with me.
Me.
Not anyone else.
I grunt loudly when she rolls her hips again to make her clit hit my pelvis.
“What are you smirking about?” she asks, breathing heavily.
“Just thinking about the fact I’ve made you come while fucking you.”
“You’re so cocky.”
“Yeah?”
I flip us over without warning, putting my hand on top of her head so that it doesn’t bump against the door when I lay her down on the seat. I push her knees to her chest and pound into her. Hard. Fast.
She screams my name, her walls clenching around me. I’m about to fucking combust. She isn’t usually loud, but I love it when she is – it gives me power, makes me feel more confident.
“You’re about to come, aren’t you? I have every right to be cocky,” I bite out, pinching her nipple while pistoning so hard into her that her breasts bounce.
Her walls flutter around me, but this is usually the moment she snakes her hand between her legs to push herself to the edge, or I do it for her.
She’s only come once without having to stimulate her clit, and the aftermath was incredibly powerful.
She teared up and profusely thanked me. It hasn’t happened since then, but I’m incredibly patient with her.
That night, she was riding me. Telling me how to guide her body.
Listening to my instructions when I asked her to fall off the precipice.
It was a beautiful moment, and I want to see her fall apart like this again now.
“Feels good?” I ask huskily.
My name dribbles from her lips like a worship, her hands wrapping around my forearms. Her nails leave crescent marks in my skin, but I’m focused on the way she’s so aroused that she’s dripping all over us, all over the leather seat.
“I asked a question, baby.”
She nods. “Feels so good.”
I sit back on my heels and slow down, lifting her hips in the air. I rotate mine at a different angle, the tip of my cock brushing that spot that makes her gasp.
Her beautiful eyes lock to mine, and something in the air shifts.
With my hands tight around her waist, I glide her over my cock, slowly, leisurely, and gauge her reaction.
The part of her lips. The light furrow of her brows when I stroke her sweet spot.
The arch of her back when I fuck her at a torturous pace.
I love seeing her completely unravel for me.
“Diego,” she whispers. The way she looks at me wraps tightly around my pounding heart.
“I know, baby. You’re doing so well. You’re gonna come for me – I can feel it.”
Her throat works up and down with her swallow. As her hands wrap around my wrists, she maintains eye contact and, fuck, do I wish for this moment to last forever. To never end.
She is sensational.
Can she also feel the intensity of this? How magnetic we are? How inevitable we’ve become?
“What do you need?” I ram into her, and she mumbles a please that makes me grin.
“Kiss me,” she begs.
The instant our lips collide, something strange happens inside me. My heart feels like bursting on fire, screaming that it is no longer mine, but now belongs to Alara. I gasp at the realization that I’m seriously falling for her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and the angle is pure heaven.
She tells me to go faster, and I follow her command, completely at her mercy.
Our foreheads are pressed together, breaths entwined, heartbeats aligned, and souls collided.
Her eyes shine with a multitude of unspoken feelings, and I know that mine reflect the same sentiments.
I swallow the ball of emotion, focusing on getting her there.
Her body arches into me. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck. Me too. Do you want me to pull out?” I ask when I feel my balls tightening. My pace quickens, my right hand pressing against the fogged-up window.
She shakes her head, and the simple thought of releasing inside her makes me go feral. My hips snap, snap, snap, the sound of our arousal mixed with our grunts and moans filling the air.
Alara arches her back, and with one punishing thrust, she comes hard. She’s shaking and cursing and clenching around me, and the sheer intensity of it all draws the orgasm straight out of me. I still, spilling inside her as sounds of pleasure try to escape through my gritted teeth.
I collapse down on her, burying my face in the crook of her neck. With a few more jerky pumps, I ride out of my high, feeling her chest rise and fall beneath me. Her heartbeat is wild, syncing with mine.
My damp breath fans across her skin, and when she threads her fingers through my hair, I fight the urge to fall asleep right here and now. Still buried deep inside her. Our release dripping down her thigh. Naked, fucking spent.
Lifting my head, I place a lingering kiss on her lips, reciprocating her smile as her mouth curves up. “Thank you, baby,” I whisper, wondering if she’s felt everything shift too.