35. Cisco
Cisco
H er lips were soft against his, but the kiss was anything but.
He wanted to devour her, and from the way her body molded against his, he knew she wanted the same thing.
His hands roamed down to her hips, and he began to lead her backward to her bed.
There were far too many clothes between them, and he wanted them off. No more barriers.
After Travis dropped him and Tiny off at his house, Tiny became a little dictator.
She made sure he showered and then locked him in his room and made him sleep.
Sleep didn’t come easily, though. He was restless and needed to see Marisol.
Despite his growing need for her, he managed to get two or three hours of sleep.
Tiny agreed to reschedule Cisco’s clients and allowed him to borrow her car.
He didn’t even care that it was a giant piece of shit on wheels if it got him to Marisol’s house, where he hoped his car would be.
He thought about texting her but remembered he didn’t have his phone.
So, the plan was to show up and have her in his arms again .
Judging by her messy hair and red-rimmed eyes, Cisco doubted Marisol was able to get much sleep. A part of him hated that she was too worried about him to sleep, but a darker part of him was pleased. Pleased because his girl needed him as much as he needed her.
“Cisco,” Marisol moaned into his lips as they reached the edge of her bed. He gently pushed her back, falling on the bed with her. Marisol let out a surprised giggle, clinging to his shoulders. “Cisco, we should talk?—”
“I love you too, Princesa,” he murmured into her lips. Marisol’s body tensed under his as he trailed kisses down her neck. “I didn’t have the chance to say it back last night, and that’s my only regret from yesterday.”
“You love me?” There was a slight hitch in her voice as he bit down on her neck, running his hand up her shirt.
It was in the way, and he needed to see all of her.
As if knowing what he wanted, Marisol lifted herself up so he could discard her shirt.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her brown nipples hardened under his touch.
Immediately, he pulled her back down. “If you have to ask, I haven’t shown you properly. That changes now,” he said right before pulling her nipple into his mouth.
Marisol let out a long, seductive moan. “But…talk…” she mumbled, clearly having trouble with her words.
“Later,” he growled. After he ravished her body, they could talk until they were blue in the face, but not until then.
Marisol didn’t try to argue. Instead, she tugged on his shirt until he pulled it over his head, discarding it to the floor.
He wasted little time removing the rest of their clothes, until finally, her body was completely exposed to him.
His hands trailed down to the tattoo on her leg, tracing his lines. “Beautiful…” he hummed .
“You did a good job.” She smiled warmly.
“I wasn’t talking about the tattoo, though that looks good too.” He smirked as she blushed. Fuck, he loved it when she blushed for him.
His hand trailed to the apex of her thighs, feeling her wet heat. Two fingers pressed into her, and they groaned in unison at her tight channel. “Cisco…” she whimpered.
“I need you, Princesa. Fuck, I need you.” There was no slow build-up, exploring her body and bringing her to the edge over and over again.
Normally he was a patient man and would draw out every ounce of pleasure he could.
Especially because he loved making Marisol writhe in pleasure. But today he was impatient.
Today he needed to be sheathed inside of her.
Marisol’s hand snaked between them, wrapping around his shaft. He sucked in a breath as she stroked him, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her nails dug into his shaft, eliciting a hiss from him.
“I want you inside of me,” Marisol said, biting her lower lip. “I need you, baby.”
He didn’t need any more invitation than that. Cisco moved between Marisol’s legs. She opened for him beautifully. Her pussy glistened for him, but he wanted to see it dripping with his cum.
“Say you love me,” he ordered. He needed to hear it again. Needed to make sure it wasn’t all one big dream. He lined his cock up with her, teasing her entrance.
“I love you, Cisco.”
Fucking perfection.
Without further prompting, Cisco pushed inside of her in one easy motion. Her pussy squeezed around him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Marisol’s legs wrapped around his torso, drawing him inside her even more.
“Fuck, Princesa. I love you too.” He leaned down to capture her lips with his. It was frenzied and messy. All tongue and teeth. Two people who couldn’t get close enough to one another.
Marisol dug her heels into his lower back, rocking against him. At this rate, Cisco wasn’t going to last long, but judging by the way her sweet pussy squeezed his cock, he figured she was on the cusp too.
Needing to pull her over with him, he reached down to rub her clit with the pad of his thumb. Marisol whimpered and ground into his touch. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Cisco…” The way she moaned his name had his entire body tensed. It was the last thing he needed to fall over the edge. His body spasmed as he orgasmed. Marisol wasn’t far behind, clinging to him hard as if she’d lost him.
But she wouldn’t. Not ever.
They stayed like that for a while. Just holding each other.
He was content to stay like this the rest of the day, curled up in bed together, lazily fucking the day away.
It was a tempting idea…but he knew they needed to talk.
He owed her an explanation. Then he could finally put that part of his life behind him for good.
Reluctantly, he pulled off Marisol and went to get a towel to clean them both up. She looked at him intently, worry etched into her face. “Cisco?” she asked gently. “What’s going on?”
He got back into bed next to her, pulling her close. He placed a soft kiss to the top of her forehead, letting his lips linger. “I never meant to keep that from you,” he said after a pregnant pause.
Marisol rested her head on his chest and nodded encouragingly. His Princesa was ready to hear him out.
“It was something stupid that happened in college. I haven’t thought about it in years, not since the case closed. It really fucked me up for a while, but after loads of therapy, I made peace with the past,” he said.
“What happened?” Her voice was gentle, full of curiosity. There was no judgment there.
“I had a roommate in college named Matthias. Rich white kid who thought rebellion was a full-time job,” he started.
“We didn’t talk much, ran with different crowds.
He would have random people knocking at our door, asking for shit.
I never paid much attention to it, but I should have because, apparently, he was selling drugs from our room.
“I guess one day a student Matthias sold to overdosed, and someone tipped him off that the cops were onto him, and he panicked. Planted all the evidence on me. When the cops came barging into our room, they barely glanced at Matthais and arrested me. It wasn’t until much later that I figured out what was going on and had to defend myself.
Matthias’s dad lawyered him up, and they pinned the whole thing on me. ”
Marisol’s eyes were wide. She reached for his hand, gently squeezing him. “What did you do?”
“My family pulled all their money together to get me a lawyer.” He shrugged.
“It took nearly a year to clear my name, and I was in jail for most of that time. Someone finally came forward and ratted out Matthias. But by that time, the damage was done, you know? People make their own judgments. Once I was able to start making money, I hired a damn good lawyer to get all of that off public record. Didn’t even think about it for years after—until… ”
“Until fucking Archie did what Archie does best. Stir up shit,” she said. He could feel her anger over her ex-husband. It mirrored his own.
Cisco laughed humorlessly. “He stirred a lot of shit up. Somehow he was behind me losing out on the third location for the shop, and he’s cost me clients.”
“Archie did all of that?” Marisol shook her head. “I have to say I’m a little jealous.”
Cisco furrowed his brow. “Jealous? Of what?”
“You got to punch Archie, and I didn’t,” she said.
Cisco barked out a laugh, shaking his head. He’d pay good money to see Marisol beat the absolute shit out of Archie. The bastard deserved it. Hell, Marisol should be entitled to it. “If we see him again, I’ll hold him down and let you get some punches in.”
That made Marisol beam. Her giggle was contagious, making him smile. “We better not ever see him again. Between you punching him, and me and my father threatening him, I think Archie is smart enough to get the message finally. He has to sign the divorce papers now, and then I’ll be fully free.”
“I won’t have to be your paramour anymore?” he asked, which earned him a jab to the ribs. “Ow.”
“You deserved that.” She chuckled. Then Marisol sobered up, reaching out to caress the side of his face. “I just want to say I’m sorry for everything that happened. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
“Neither do you,” he said. “And don’t apologize to me. I don’t blame you for anything, Princesa.”
“I know. I still feel compelled to say it. Archie’s fucked up a lot of things in my life.
I’m not innocent either. But after everything that went down, I realized I’m so fucking tired of trying to be the perfect daughter to my mother.
Trying never to disappoint her. Losing you…
that would have been the worst thing to ever happen to me.
I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t…” Her words trailed off into quiet sobs.
“Shhh, Princesa, I’m so fucking proud of you.” Cisco pulled her into his lap, gently rubbing her back. “You aren’t losing me. Let me make that very clear. I’m so fucking proud of you for standing up for yourself. I know it was hard, but you did it.”
Marisol wiped away a few tears, shaking her head. “It was a lot. Which is why I don’t want to do a damn thing today.”
“And we don’t have to. We can stay in bed all day.”
“You’ll stay with me?” she asked, looking up at him. “I don’t want you to go.”
“And I don’t want to go.” He leaned down and kissed her. “Why don’t we eat some of that food your brother-in-law made and watch movies in bed?”
“And you’ll stay the night?”
“Try kicking me out.” He smirked, which earned him a small smile. Marisol leaned back against him, and for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, he felt at peace.