29. Marisol
Marisol
T onight’s event was cocktail attire, giving Marisol the perfect excuse to wear the new outfit she bought last week.
The tight-fitting crop top was a mustard color with ruffles on one side.
The matching skirt hugged her curves perfectly, giving her the illusion of a bigger ass.
It showed off a decent amount of leg, due to the high slit on the side, but still covered her tattoo as long as she was careful.
To complete the look, she wore simple black high heels.
Her hair and makeup were another matter. Marisol loved styling her hair. She found it relaxing to accentuate her already wavy hair with fuller and dramatic waves. Her makeup was light…for her. She decided on a bronzy eye look today paired with a nude lipstick.
Two hours later, she was finally finished. Cisco had left her bedroom long ago, and she heard the sounds of the TV from the living room. After grabbing her black clutch, she headed out to where Cisco was watching highlights from some baseball game.
“I’m ready and—oh.” Marisol halted, eyes going wide.
She was pretty sure her mouth was open as she stared at the man lounging like a sex god on her couch.
He wore black slacks that hugged his muscular thighs nicely.
The black button-up he wore was not one she’d seen before, and she had definitely never seen that maroon jacket.
Cisco left the top few buttons of his shirt undone, showing off more of his tattoos that snaked up and around his neck.
Suddenly, she no longer wanted to go to the party. And was her home getting hot? Because her body was definitely hot. A cocky grin spread across Cisco’s lips, and damn if that didn’t make her wet.
She needed to sit down. Preferably on his face. Most definitely his face.
“Like what you see, Princesa?” He pushed off the couch and stalked toward her.
“Because I definitely like what I see.” His voice, like velvet, made her knees weak.
And then his arm encircled her waist, pulling her close to his hard chest. He took her in hungrily, heated gaze going straight to her core.
Really not a great time to get turned on when they were about to go see her parents.
Clearly, her body didn’t care, not when her boyfriend looked this damn good.
Honestly, it was a travesty she couldn’t chain him to her bed and never let him leave.
Though…he might be into bondage. Which made the thought even hotter.
“We’re going to be late.” Her voice sounded breathy to her own ears. Still, she didn’t pull away.
Instead of answering, Cisco leaned down, and her breath caught in her throat. Then he kissed her. Part of her thought of her lipstick and how she’d definitely have to reapply it now, but then her horniness kicked in, and she kissed him back.
She had never been one to believe in the whole “spark” thing people claimed to experience when they kissed the person they loved. Marisol was no prude. She’d kissed plenty of men, but none of them felt like this. None of them made her knees weak and her panties soaked.
None of them were Cisco.
The first brush of his tongue had Marisol melting.
A soft moan left her lips as she parted for him, eagerly letting him take control.
One of his hands tangled in her hair, cradling the back of her head, while the other rested on her cheek.
It was both sweet and possessive. A familiar, overwhelming emotion overcame her.
The same emotion she felt each time she was around Cisco, only now it was stronger.
She loved him. She knew that without a doubt. It was one of the only things she was certain about in her life, while everything else was up in the air. She needed to tell him, and she would. Soon.
Cisco pulled away from her too soon, leaving Marisol whimpering. She stuck her bottom lip out, grabbing hold of his lapels to pull him back. His deep, manly laugh did little to squash her lust.
“We need to go, Princesa. Let’s get to the car.”
“But—”
“Car. Now,” he said with a teasing smile on his face.
“Fine.” She wasn’t happy about it, but she led him out of her home and to the elevator.
She waited until Cisco got in behind her to press G1 for garage, level one.
On the way down, he kept his hand on the small of her back, but that was the only touch he gave her.
Despite knowing he made the right call, her body felt betrayed, wanting even.
Cisco’s car was the first one she saw once they stepped out of the elevator. He moved past her to open the car door for her. As soon as Marisol was in, he shut the door and got in on the driver’s side .
“Do you need the address?” she asked him.
“Nah, I know where it’s at.” There was a slight strain to his voice that she couldn’t quite decipher.
Before she could ask him about it, Cisco turned on the radio and backed the car up.
His hand moved to rest on the exposed skin of her thigh.
The warmth of his hand instantly calmed her spiked nerves.
Not over seeing her father, but the potential of her mother being there and acting… well, like her mother.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Cisco’s voice cut through the fog in her head. The hand on her thigh moved up, almost indecently so.
“Just about tonight. Nervous,” she admitted.
Again, his hand moved. This time under her skirt to finger the lace of her panties. Of their own accord, her legs spread slightly. As much as she could in her fitted skirt.
“Nervous?” he hummed, like it was a foreign concept to him. “How about I help calm your nerves?”
“How?” her breathy response came.
Instead of answering, Cisco’s hand slipped between her thighs and rubbed her through her panties. If this was his method of settling her nerves, she had to admit she was a fan. A big fan.
“Cisco.” She spoke his name like a warning. But a warning for what, exactly? “You’re driving,” she finished lamely.
“Very astute, Princesa,” he teased her. This time his finger slipped under her panties and rubbed the seam of her pussy. “But I’m very good at multitasking.”
“What if you crash?” She seriously needed to shut up because she didn’t want him to stop. If they crashed, they crashed. But she needed to feel something after she saw him wearing that suit .
“I won’t crash.” His finger found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. Soft whimpers filled the car. “Mmm, Princesa, your moans are better than any of my music.”
A part of her felt embarrassed, but another part didn’t care. She ground down on his finger, not caring if that made her look needy. She was needy. “More,” she whispered.
“What was that? I don’t think I heard you properly.”
Now he was toying with her. That cocky grin told her he could hear her; he just wanted to hear her ask again. “Cisco, more,” she said louder.
“Ah, that’s what I thought you said.” He chuckled as one finger plunged into her wet heat. It wasn’t his cock, which she would definitely get later tonight, but it worked for now.
The finger on her clit moved faster. The car rolled to a stop at the traffic light, and Cisco leaned over to kiss her neck. “You’re going to come on my fingers before we get there, Princesa.” It wasn’t up for debate. His words were final, and she had no problem following orders.
The light turned green, and Cisco moved back to the wheel. His fingers remained inside her, teasing and fucking her slowly. It was delicious and dirty, something she had never done before.
Each bump on the road and turn had Cisco going deeper inside her.
She moaned and clenched around the second finger he added.
While she writhed in pleasure, Cisco kept his eyes on the road, not acting differently than any other car ride.
The only indication he was as affected as her was the impressive bulge growing in his pants and the white knuckles around the wheel.
A mile marker indicated they were close to their exit. Cisco must have noticed this at the same time because he was no longer playing with her. No, he was fucking her. His finger slid in and out of her with ease as wetness pooled between her thighs.
“Cisco…” she moaned, his name filling the car. Marisol’s hand flung out to grab hold of the door handle, trying to ground herself.
Her clit was so sensitive, and it only took one more touch to have her seeing stars. Her orgasm came on quickly, overtaking her body. She shuddered, moaning and arching her back off her seat.
“So beautiful,” Cisco panted, his voice full of lust. He removed his fingers from inside her and put them in his mouth, never once breaking eye contact with her. It was dirty and sexy. She found herself squeezing her legs, her body heating even though she just found her release.
This man was perfect and all hers.
Marisol really wished she had an emergency pair of panties in her purse, but she hadn’t planned on Cisco fingering her the entire thirty-minute drive to her father’s store.
The last thing she needed was to be talking to one of her father’s friends with her desire-soaked panties on.
But it was also kind of hot, so she wondered what that said about her.
Cisco was still smirking when he found a parking spot in a nearby garage. “You ready to go, Princesa, or do you need a minute?”
Oh, she definitely needed a lot of minutes, but if she did what she really wanted to do, they’d never go into the store or get through this party. The quicker they showed up and made their presence known, the faster she could get him home and do all the naughty things she wanted to do with him.
“Why would I need a minute?” she asked, feigning innocence. His laugh followed her as they exited the car.