Chapter 17
chapter seventeen
juan pablo
If anyone ever asked me about the place where everything made sense, I would unequivocally say it was with Priscilla Gutierrez’s arms wrapped around my neck.
She didn’t give me a chance to think or to even ask if she was sure before she’d pressed herself against me, her lips scoring my skin. Leaving a trail of heat and firing up all the places that I thought would never be stoked alive again.
“Pris,” I said reluctantly, but I’d never been too strong when it came to her.
I licked into her mouth, my hands already roaming to touch and grip those places that had been mine for so long.
The ones that I’d owned with my mouth and my hands hundreds of times. The ones I’d given up on having again.
Her teeth and tongue on my neck had me panting, and I grabbed her tight, trying to ground myself for a second, because I had to ask. “Are you sure about this?”
The hand tightening around my dick was more than enough answer and also the cue for my legs to give out. I dropped onto the leather armchair with Pris on my lap, and it was on.
My head felt fuzzy with want. I wanted to tear both our clothes off, bite, lick. Her lips on my neck were like embers. I was burning up, like there was livewire right under my skin.
“Tell me something.” Priscilla’s mouth was right by my ear, and she had that fucked out voice that meant I was minutes, maybe seconds from having my brain shorted out. With that steady right stroke, I could barely string two thoughts together.
“What?” It was more a shudder than an answer, but my dick was fully in the driver’s seat now. Making words was getting really fucking hard.
Before she answered, she nipped my ear and I was sure I’d black out or come before she got my dick out. “How bad do you want my mouth on you? My tongue on your balls?”
“Puneta.” Cursing was all my mouth was good for, and that was exactly the right answer, because it got the button on my fly open and her hand on my dick.
“You still like it a little rough? Just a little bit of teeth.” She inhaled, like she was looking for a scent in the air. “I’m feeling really fucking reckless right now, Juan Pablo.”
Groans and moans were my mother tongue now. I wanted her to take me all the way out of my head like I knew she could. Like she always did. “Pris, fuck.” I was begging, and I would keep doing it, too.
My knees were shaking and I wasn’t sure what would happen once her mouth was actually on me.
“Tell me how you want it, pa.” That last part was said as she slid down my body and ended up on her knees eye to eye with my cock.
For a second, I had a crazy thought and imagined her making fire; we were that hot together.
“I want you to put your mouth on me, Priscilla.” She didn’t answer, just pressed a fingernail right to the slit and I bucked like she’d tasered my ass.
I couldn’t fucking think with Priscilla like this.
My head felt loose on my neck, like it could snap off from how revved I was.
I closed my eyes and felt her as she pressed up, coming in closer, hot breath on me.
She pulled down my briefs, scraping my skin with her fingernails just enough to make me gasp, and when she had me just like she wanted, she let out a satisfied groan.
I opened my eyes slowly, trying to see through the spots in my vision and looked down just in time to watch her take me all the way in.
My guts, my legs, my ass—all of it went molten, hot and liquid.
My hips thrusting of their own accord as she moved up and down my length.
Owning me. When Priscilla had me like this, I felt like I could fly apart from pure pleasure.
She knew just how to touch me, that when she tugged on my balls right as she sucked hard on the head, she could reduce me to a babbling mess.
“Oh shit. That’s so good, Pris.” I bit off another curse as she slid her thumb to my ass, while she stroked my dick and sucked on the head.
I gripped the arms of the chair so tightly I was sure I’d tear them off with my bare hands just to keep from gripping her head and shoving myself as deep as I could into her mouth.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours.” That was more of a long moan than actual words, and when she got a tight down stroke just right and then took me in to the hilt, it was a wrap.
The white haze on the edges of my consciousness took over and all I could do was twitch, my mouth open in a silent scream.
Priscilla took it all and by the time I was breathing normal again, she’d climbed on to my lap, kissing me with ravenous intensity.
My taste on her tongue almost made me want to try CPR on my dick, just so I could fuck her like this, with our bodies locked together so tight, each movement felt like we were melding into each other.
“That was good,” I said, as I made my way down her neck, trying to get my tongue on her tits.
When I looked up at her, she was smiling, no trace of regret in her eyes, no skittish weirdness.
The relief loosened my chest, and if I was a praying man, I would’ve pleaded for more time like this.
Just enough, so I could show her that when it came to her, I would never get enough.
Just as I was thinking of how to get us horizontal, she said the thing that made me want to pound my chest and howl at the moon.
“We’re always that good.”
Yes, we fucking were, and I was not nearly done with her.
I paused from my attempt to lick right through her sweater so I could get my tongue on her nipple, and with a growl pushed us up and off the chair.
I was winded, but my dick had ambitious plans.
Before she could protest, I put my mouth right next to her ear and tried my best to get actual words out.
“Can we take this to the bedroom?” I asked as I palmed her ass and walked to the hallway.
She was holding on tight, both hands gripping my head. “You know I hate when you do this caveman shit, Juan Pablo. I’m not a wilting flower.”
Because she was doing her best to get her tongue in my mouth, it took me a second to respond.
“Is that a yes to the bed? Because my entire mission in life right now is to get you out of these jeans and riding my face within the next sixty seconds. I can’t even fucking see where I’m going right now and if I die I die, but I need to get my mouth on you. ”
Her answer was sucking on my neck and grinding on my dick. That was the last push I needed to get us to the room. As soon as I walked in, I placed her on the bed and kicked the door shut. Ready to get reacquainted with every inch of that dark brown skin.
I literally bit my fist to hold back from mauling her, but as expected, Priscilla grabbed the bull by the horns and skinned out of her jeans, sweater and thong in one go.
I smiled when I saw her tattoo. It was a string of rubies around her waist. A few of the bloodred stones etched on her skin dipped in a curved line to the top of her mons.
Priscilla’s not at all subtle way of letting anyone who ever got there know they were getting a fucking gem.
I’d always called it her Bronx girl tat and was always more than happy to let it guide me all the way down to where I wanted to be. “Are you looking at my rubies, Juan Pablo?”
Once this woman made up her mind, there was no stopping her.
If she wanted to fuck, she would get what she wanted.
Pris had no shame about her desires and she let me know, unequivocally, how and where she wanted me.
We’d tried it all after so many years together, but she always burned through my sheets. Always.
When she licked her lips and dipped two fingers into her pussy, I listed as a growl rumbled in my chest. I was about to take off my own clothes, but I couldn’t stop staring as she pleasured herself. Lusty sounds escaping her lips. “That’s mine tonight, Priscilla.”
She laughed and licked her lips again, working her clit as I watched, and when one long reedy moan left her lips…that’s when I pounced.