Chapter 21
RAUL
My phone starts ringing on my nightstand as I rip another hit from my bong. Fuck. I go to grab it, choking on the smoke and coughing hard.
Olivia's name lights up my screen.
I've been dodging her for days now, ever since I accidentally called her "babe" the other night at work.
Her name disappears as I miss the call. I reach for another hit when the phone lights up again, ringing even louder this time.
I pick up.
"Yo," I say casually, then take another pull from the bong.
"You home?"
I cough again, caught off guard by the directness.
"Yeah, qué volá?"
"I'm outside. Let me in?"
She hangs up. I glance at the time. Just after midnight. Fuck.
I pull on a loose black shirt to go with my baggy gym shorts and head to the door. Dad's asleep, so I open it quietly and step outside.
She's standing between my father's car and mine, wearing just a loose tank top and cutoff shorts. My eyes lock on her thighs, mouth watering at the memory of how good she tastes. I want to drop to my knees right there and lick every inch of her.
"Hey," she says, pulling me out of it.
"Well, hi. Just get off work?" I walk over and hug her, shifting to hide the bulge growing in my shorts.
"A while ago. You were supposed to come by tonight. What happened?"
"I got tied up." My eyes flick to Dad's car.
"With who?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. My dad."
"Is he home?"
"Yeah." I purse my lips. She's never met him. I want to keep it that way. To keep her far from this life.
"Raul."
"Yeah?" I step back to take her in. Her face is serious, no joking around tonight.
"What the fuck are we doing?"
Fuck. My heart races.
"What do you mean?" I play dumb.
"Don't try that shit. Raul, we've been sleeping together for a year."
"I know." Short answer.
I care about her more than I want to admit. But this life is messy. My life is messy. I am messy.
I can't commit to her or to anyone at this point of my life. I can barely commit to a set schedule at work because if Dad needs me, I have to come running.
She deserves so much better. She deserves someone she can be proud of. Someone who matches her social status and would vibe well with her family. And I can't promise that. It wouldn't be fair to her to hold her back.
"And?" Her attitude builds.
"And," I step closer, hoping to distract her, "I'm enjoying every fucking second of it."
She gulps.
My mouth ticks up. Got her for now.
"Can I come inside?"
"Quietly," I whisper.
She nods.
I grab her hand and lead her in. We slip past the TV playing low. Dad needs the white noise to sleep. Thank God.
I open my bedroom door, let her in first, then close and lock it carefully behind us.
I turn around. She's staring, challenging me.
"So you've been enjoying this, huh?"
"Yeah." I hook a finger in her belt loop and pull her close. "Can you blame me?"
"No." She glances at my hand. "But I'm done with this."
She pushes my hand away.
"What do you mean?" My defenses rise. I don't want commitment, but I can't lose her either. Not yet.
"You're done having the power here, Raul."
I stare blankly, willing her to keep talking. I don't want this to end.
My mouth opens, then closes. No words come.
"It's my turn." She steps closer, fingers dragging up my chest to my shoulder. "If you want this, we do it on my terms. Got it?"
My cock jerks before my brain catches up.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good boy. I saw you looking at my thighs out there."
"Yes," I say confidently.
"I saw the bulge. What were you thinking?" She raises an eyebrow, taunting.
"Really?" I scrunch my face.
"Tell me. Now. Or I'm leaving."
"Fuck. Okay." I run my fingers through my dark hair. "I was thinking about how badly I wanted to lick every inch of you."
"Really?" Disbelief. "That's a line." Eye roll.
"Liv." I cup her chin, make her look at me. "I promise. I think about your taste every day. I crave it."
She pushes my hand away.
Silence hangs between us, eyes locked, assessing.
She takes a step closer.
"Prove it," she whispers. Her hand presses my shoulder.
I follow her guidance and drop to my knees. My eyes lock on hers, eye contact never breaking.
"Be a good boy," she says. "And fucking prove it."
The room goes quiet except for the sound of our breathing — heavy, uneven, filling the space between us.
She takes a step closer, and the air crackles with something dangerous. I catch the faint coconut scent of her lotion mixed with warm skin, feel the weight of her stare pinning me in place, the heat radiating off her body like a promise.
My hands curl around the backs of her thighs, fingers pressing into soft flesh. Her fingers brush under my chin, tilting my face up to meet her eyes.
"Are you going to fight me on that?" she asks, voice low and steady.
I shake my head once, slow.
"Use your words."
"No."
The corner of her mouth lifts.
"Good boy."
The praise lands like a spark under my skin, and she sees it happen. She sees how I react. She sees that she's got me exactly where she wants me.
She leans in just enough to make my breath catch, then releases my chin.
"Show me."
I watch her carefully as I reach down to her feet. I slip off her sandals, gently squeezing each foot in admiration.
I carefully lift her left foot, causing her to sit back on my bed. I slowly plant my lips at the top of her big toe. Then I gently plant another kiss at the arch of her foot. Then another at her ankle.
Her breath hitches as we make eye contact.
She has no idea that I'm about to do exactly what I was thinking about earlier.
I lightly kiss her inner ankle once more, letting my lips linger a little longer. Then I slowly press the tip of my tongue to her skin.
She gasps.
I drag my tongue up her calf to her knee, and lightly plant another kiss on her kneecap. Then I repeat the motion, licking slowly up her juicy thighs, savoring every second.
Then I place her left leg over my shoulder, continuing my search with my tongue. Reaching the ripped bottom of her shorts, I slowly shove the fabric of her shorts and underwear aside, licking and teasing her bikini line.
She unbuttons her shorts, silently urging for more. Her chest heaves.
I'm back on my knees, with both of her feet back on the ground. Slowly, I peel her shorts off, sneaking a nibble to her hips and the top of her thigh before letting the shorts fall to the ground.
A light yelp escapes her lips.
"Shh, quiet, remember?" I growl out.
My left hand reaches around and smacks her ass. Fuck. I can smell her sex from here. My cock stands at attention, throbbing and begging to be set free.
I reach for it instinctively and squeeze it at the base to satiate it a little while longer.
I push her back on the bed and crawl closer to her, putting both of her legs over my shoulders.
My attention turns back to her thighs. They look so soft and enticing. I go back to devouring her, kissing, licking, and biting every inch that I can reach. Her legs start to tremble, knees trying to close around me.
I haven't even touched her soaking wet pussy yet, and I can already feel that she's on the edge.
Staring her down, I inch closer and closer to her center.
I lightly caress her folds with the tip of my tongue, breaking past the barrier. Her body instantly loosens, begging for more.
"This," I groan into her perfect pussy. "This is exactly what I was thinking about outside."
A soft moan escapes before she clasps her own hand over her mouth.
"And fuck, Liv. You taste so fucking good."
"Fuck me, Raul. Please," she whimpers.
"Anything for you."
I stand, pinning her back on my bed with one hand. Her legs are still barely slung over my shoulders, hung by the heels of her feet. Perfect.
I finally free my aching cock, gripping it at the base. Fuck, I want to feel her wrapped around me.
I grind against her, waiting for her to take the bait.
"Now," she groans and arches back against me.
I take the sign and bottom into her.
She yelps, loudly. I smirk and shush her once more.
Olivia scowls at me, but her legs are still trembling.
I move slowly, angling myself against her to hit the edge of her inner wall, stretching out her perfect pussy.
My right hand reaches down and circles her swollen clit. She's so fucking close and I need to feel it. Right now.
While my thumb is preoccupied, my other hand slowly caresses her hip and around her perfect ass, cupping it underneath her.
She bucks against the touch, hips rolling against my hand, desperate and shameless now. The sound that slips out of her is low and broken, half gasp, half plea, and it makes my control tighten by the second.
My thumb keeps working her slowly, deliberately, while I hold her in place.
Her fingers clutch at the sheets, then at my arm, then at nothing at all, like she can't quite decide what to hold onto.
She's breathing harder now, chest rising and falling fast, her whole body starting to tremble with the kind of need that leaves a person undone.
"Quiet," I murmur near her ear, the words low and rough.
That gets a reaction. A flash of defiance in her eyes, even through the haze. But it doesn't last long. Not when I keep my rhythm steady, not when I keep giving her just enough to make her chase it harder.
Her legs tighten around me. Her heels dig in. Her whole body arches, then folds, then arches again, caught somewhere between wanting control and losing it completely.
I can feel how close she is.
So I keep going. Slow at first. Then harder. Then deeper, until the breath in her lungs starts coming apart in ragged little sounds she's trying to keep quiet but is failing. Her nails scrape along my back and her hips shift to meet mine.
My hand cups under her ass again and squeezes harder, lifting her for a better angle. I feel my cock drag perfectly against that spot inside, every slide pulling her tighter, walls closing in.
Olivia's body starts convulsing as she shatters around me, and something in me breaks. Her back bows, thighs clamp as her walls pulse wildly around me. A silent scream escapes her, mouth open, hand slapping back over it just in time.
We ride it out slow, drawing every tremor, every flutter until she slumps, panting.
I pull out carefully before flipping her to her stomach. I pull her ass up by her hips, and she arches to present her perfect pussy back to me. Perfect.
I line myself up to her core, sinking myself into her once more. It tightens around me like a hug, almost massaging.
My eyes flutter closed as I try to memorize this feeling. Using my hands on her hips, I pull her back onto my cock.
"You feel so fucking good," I groan, thrusting deeper and deeper.
"Fucking take me," she hisses. "I need to feel you explode inside me."
Those words flip a switch in me. My hands are firmly on her hips, using them as an anchor as I continue to pound into her.
Olivia buries her face into my bed, trying to stifle her screams.
Fuck, I'm past the point of no return. I feel her pussy clamp around me again, milking me. I continue to fuck her deeper and harder until I come undone, giving her every drop of my seed.
I stay with her through it, letting the moment settle instead of rushing past it. Her shoulders drop first. Then her breathing starts to slow.
I lie next to her in my bed. That hard, defiant look softens into something quieter, something almost dazed.
For a second, neither of us says anything.
The room feels different now. Heavier. Hotter.
I brush a hand down her side, slow and careful, and she turns her face toward the pillow, still catching her breath.
Fuck, I can't get enough of her.
She turns her face from the pillow just enough to meet my eyes, that post-climax glow making her look softer, more dangerous somehow.
"You don't get to disappear again," she murmurs, voice husky from everything we just did. Her fingers trace lazy circles on my chest, possessive.
I catch her hand, press a kiss to her knuckles. "Not planning on it."
Liar. The old instincts are already twitching. The urge to pull back, keep distance, protect her from the mess that is me. But her touch grounds me. Her scent lingers on my skin. The way she took control tonight flipped something.
She props up on one elbow, hair falling wild over her shoulder. "Good. Because I'm not chasing you anymore."
Words hit hard. Fair. I've made her work for every inch.
"Yeah," I say quietly. "I get that."
Silence stretches, but it's comfortable, charged with possibility. Outside, crickets hum in the Miami night. Dad's TV plays faint through the wall.
She settles against me, head on my chest. My arm wraps around her automatically, hand stroking down her back.
For the first time in forever, the regret stays quiet.