Chapter Seventeen
Jaime checked in to the hotel and ordered room service. He turned on the TV and counted down the minutes until Alma’s bar closed.
The minutes turned into hours, and Jaime couldn’t wait any longer. He brushed his teeth, dabbed on some cologne, and walked over to her bar.
He didn’t bother her when he first entered, instead picking a spot upstairs so he could let her work. She delivered a drink upstairs and finally noticed him. She didn’t say a word, nor did he. He winked, she smiled, and she went back to work.
Finally, the night was dying down and he made his way downstairs to a small table. After the final guest left, she and her staff cleaned up quickly. When her employees went home, they were alone at last.
She walked over to him.
“So, Jaime, what exactly did you come here for tonight?”
He narrowed his gaze on her. “You. I want you.”
“Jaime, I—”
He stood up and pressed his finger to her lips. “Alma, if you want me to go, just tell me now. But you said you wanted to be free and have a good time. I’m the man for that. We don’t have to talk about tomorrow or yesterday. Let’s just enjoy ourselves while I’m in town.”
Alma paused for a second. She would certainly kick him out.
But instead, she opened her mouth. “I want you too. I want you now.”
Jaime’s hands grabbed Alma’s wrists as his lips covered hers.
He couldn’t believe how fucking sexy she looked tonight, in command and control of the bar.
She was wearing what he considered to be her uniform, a tight black velvet bustier and even tighter jeans.
He had watched her in her element—everyone in the bar admiring her, worshipping her, wanting her.
It was so fucking hot. She was so fucking hot.
He had wanted her so desperately the other night while she was preparing the tequila.
He had imagined her plump ass pressed against his cock behind the bar.
How hot would it have been to take her in front of a roomful of clients, so everyone knew she was his?
And tonight, he would fuck her like she was his. Forever.
For all he knew this could be the last time he would ever be with her. Maybe she just wanted one final fling to get him out of her system.
Even though she would never be out of his.
Didn’t matter. At this point, he would take what he could get.
His lips made their way down her chest and settled in her ample cleavage.
He buried his face in her tits and undid her corset with his free hand, which actually would’ve been quite hard to do, if not for the fact that he was a pro.
He sucked one of her nipples between his lips, and she let out a sweet little moan.
God, how he’d missed her moans.
Alma’s mouth opened; her words breathy. “Oh, baby…Just like that. It feels so good.”
Alma never used to talk during sex. He loved how confident she was now, only wishing she had been that secure before. But they had been so young. And he had been her first. Was he still her one and only?
He would never dare ask her that. He had no right to know. He’d lost that privilege when he tossed her aside.
And he had definitely not been a saint since he’d left her. But he had never been in love with any other woman than the one he was kissing right now.
“You like that?” Her skin tasted spicy yet sweet. Just like her.
“Yes, baby. Don’t stop.”
He threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bar, where he placed her on her back. He pulled off her jeans, revealing her black lace thong. Man, she was perfection. He spread her legs open wide.
He took a moment to appreciate her beauty…her curves were even more kicking than he remembered, and her skin was tanner. She had filled out in all the right places; she was no longer the eighteen-year-old cute girl he had fallen for. She was a brilliant, sexy, and accomplished woman.
He hitched in a breath at the sight of her eyes. In her dark brown orbs, he saw something different from what he had seen in the past. Something that he’d never noticed before, maybe because he hadn’t looked or maybe because it hadn’t been there. Confusion lingering in her soul.
Jaime would flush out the uncertainty and replace it with ecstasy. At least for a moment, she could escape with him to paradise.
He forced himself to pull away from her and move around the bar.
“What are you doing?”
He shook his head. “Relax. Time to create my own tasting.”
He grabbed a bottle of tequila—a blanco—some salt, and a lime.
Alma’s mouth widened into a smile. They had been kids in college and had grown up and explored each other sexually, but Jaime was the first to admit he had been inexperienced back then.
His knowledge of sex had been from awkward experiences as a teen and watching way too much internet porn.
Since their split, he’d learned a few things, and he was more than willing to give her a glimpse.
“Open your mouth, babe.”
She licked her lips and parted them. Jaime placed the rind of the lime in her mouth, so its flesh pointed toward him, sprinkled salt on her chest, and then poured the tequila in her belly button.
“This is the way I like to drink tequila.”
She spit out the rind. “Oh, aren’t you the expert. Maybe you should open your own tequila line,” she said teasingly.
His throat tightened. He was grateful that he had been honest with her about why he came up here in the first place. Maybe he would make more progress on the tequila line before he left town.
It’d be so damn hard if he never got to do this again.
He swirled his fingertip over her nipple, unable to resist teasing her while she waited for him.
He kept his gaze on her eyes as he licked the salt off her tits in long, slow movements, and smiled when her breaths became a little erratic.
She wiggled, causing a drop of tequila to spill down her side, but he bent and licked it off before taking the small shot from her belly button.
He was still smiling when he took the lime from between her lips.
“Maybe I should add this tasting method to the menu. I could charge a lot for it,” she teased. “Though I question your choice of tequila. Honestly, I would’ve gone with an anejo.”
“Smart-ass,” he growled. “And don’t you dare. It’s only for us.”
She laughed and arched her back, which made her knees pull up a bit.
Jaime climbed up onto the bar and gave himself an even sweeter taste than anything he had sampled in the bar.
Her.
He kissed down her body, lavishing attention on her belly until he reached her panties.
She let out a deep moan when he pressed kisses over the delicate lace, which was already wet.
He pulled them off and stopped to stare at her beautiful pussy.
Her skin was tan and soft, and her hair was waxed into a perfect landing strip.
He planted kisses on her thighs, inhaling her sweet scent, teasing her for as long as he could hold himself back.
Then, spreading her legs wide, he licked her, and she gasped.
God, she tasted as sweet as he remembered, like pure honey.
He licked her like she was an oasis in the desert, like she was the first woman he’d ever had the pleasure to be with, like she was the last woman he would ever taste.
“Oh, Jaime. That feels so amazing, baby.”
She ran her fingers through his hair as he devoured her, her scent making him high. After all these years, she still tasted the same, the one taste that he was addicted to. Jaime loved eating her pussy, making her feel good, watching her react to his tongue and knowing how much she loved it.
He cupped her beautiful ass cheeks in his hands as he ate her for all he was worth, sucking on her clit, changing his rhythm to see what she liked.
Her breath came in spurts, and Jaime knew she was close. He reached up and pinched her nipples as he kept his mouth on her pussy. He slowly inserted his finger deep inside, and she gasped. She started thrashing on the bar, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He flipped onto his back.
“Come here, baby, and sit on my face.”
“What?” She put her hand over her chest. “I…we’ve never—”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
She gave him a devilish smile but quickly obliged and straddled his mouth.
Jaime was in heaven with the beautiful view of her breasts and the taste of her pussy on his lips.
This was so fucking hot. She placed her hands on the sides of the bar and rocked back and forth, all over his tongue. Her moans got louder and louder, and he didn’t care if the tenants in the nearby restaurant or the community patrol heard her.
He gripped her ass and sucked her clit.
“Oh, oh my God…oh, baby.”
Her body constricted as she let out a breathy moan before coming in his mouth. He lapped up every sweet drop. He couldn’t get enough.
He didn’t give her time to come down from her high before he was turning her over. He took a moment to admire her incredible ass as he spanked her, and then with quick, borderline frantic movements, dropped his pants, took himself in his hand, and pressed his cock to her slit.
She melted against him, throwing her head back and gripping the bar top. “Yes, baby! Fuck me.”
Damn, he wanted to raw dog her, but he knew that wasn’t okay. They weren’t in a committed relationship. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on. She didn’t comment but smiled.
He growled and entered her slowly, inch by inch, wanting to take her hard, but he also wanted to savor this moment, the taste of her pussy on his lips, the bliss of being inside her, fucking the only woman he’d ever loved.
He increased his pace, rubbing her clit, wanting her to come again, come with him, share the pleasure she was giving him. Her pussy clamped around his cock, pushing him closer to his own orgasm.
“Jaime, yes!” she cried as she shook her head, her long hair draping over her naked back.
He couldn’t keep himself in check anymore. He slammed into her over and over again. He needed her, needed this moment, needed this connection.