Chapter Eleven #4
His jaw flexes as he steps closer, crowding into my space. “Yeah, I fucking heard you. Been trying to get those words out of that stubborn mouth since I met you.”
I grab the waistband of his pants and pull him closer. “Then quit looking so pleased with yourself and do something about it.”
A rough laugh leaves him, but his eyes stay dark on mine. “Fuck, Mama. You telling me you need me might be the hottest shit you’ve ever said.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Too late. That shit’s living in my head forever.”
“Papi.” I grab his waistband and tug him closer. “Please.”
That wipes some of the amusement off his face. He shoves his pants down—then stops.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“You? Seriously? With how fucking horny you are all the time, I figured you had one permanently attached to your wallet.”
“Usually do.”
“Ay, of course you fucking do.” I push back against him impatiently. “It’s fine. I’m protected, just fucking touch me.”
His eyes snap to mine. “You sure?”
“Yes, Revel. Fuck.”
The hesitation disappears immediately, replaced by a look so fucking hungry it sends another rush of heat through me.
“Fuck yes, Mama.” His hand closes around my hip, pulling me back against him. “I’ve been thinking about how good you’d feel with nothing between us. No fucking barrier, just you.”
He spins me around, bending me over the counter.
One hand presses between my shoulder blades while the other grips my thigh, hiking my leg onto the cool surface. I’m exposed beneath him, already trembling when he lines himself up.
Except this time, he doesn’t slam into me.
He eases forward slowly, deliberately, a low grunt catching in his throat.
“One inch.”
I groan, pushing back impatiently.
“Two.” Another rough sound leaves him, his grip tightening on my hip, stopping me from taking more than he gives me. “Nah, Mama. You wanted to talk shit about how many inches I was packing, remember?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sakes—”
“Three.” He groans through the word, taking his sweet fucking time, clearly enjoying the way my patience is disappearing. “Still think four is a lot?”
“Pendejo.”
He laughs low behind me, the sound breaking into another grunt. “Four.”
I drop my forehead toward the counter with a frustrated sound.
Only halfway, Mama.” His mouth brushes my ear, that smug fucking tone coming right back. “And you wanted to get mouthy about four inches like you weren’t swallowing every inch of my cock a few hours ago.” He pauses. “Maybe I should stop right here.”
“Revel—”
He laughs low against my neck. “What? You said four inches was a fucking monster earlier. Sounds like you’ve got plenty.”
“Keep counting and I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Five.” His breath catches, followed by a strained grunt.
“Cabrón.”
“Six.” He groans again, fingers flexing against my hip. “Fuck, I love when you get impatient.”
By seven, whatever smart-ass response I had is gone, and he knows it.
“Eight,” he gets out on a low, wrecked groan. “There. Since, apparently, my girl needed a fucking measurement lesson.”
I suck in a shaky breath. “Not your girl.”
His laugh is rough against my neck.
“Yeah, yeah, Mama. Keep telling yourself that.” He starts moving. “Goddamn, you’re so tight,” he growls, hips snapping forward. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”
His pace is brutal, the counter edge biting into me with every thrust.
One hand snakes around my throat, fingers pressing just enough to make my head spin. He pulls me upright, my back flush to his chest, and crashes his mouth to mine—messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue.
“So fucking good,” he pants against my lips. “Taking every inch so perfectly, Mama.”
I moan into the kiss, clenching around him. “Harder,” I breathe, voice shaky. “Don’t you dare slow down now.”
He fucks me harder, rings biting into my skin where he grips my hip. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice rough. “Fuck, I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“Fuck—yes,” I gasp, pushing back against him. “Just like that, Papi, don’t stop.”
The pressure finally snaps, my orgasm ripping through me hard enough to make my legs shake. I cry out, clenching around him as he fucks me through it, his grip tightening on my hip to keep me steady.
“Ahh, fuck yeah, Mama,” he groans, the sound breaking into something almost feral. “Squeezing my cock so fucking good. Fuck—ahh, shit.”
At the last second he pulls out, cock pulsing as hot ropes of cum paint my ass cheek, dripping down my thigh. He stays pressed against me, breathing hard, one arm banded around my waist to keep me steady while the last waves leave me trembling against him.
I’m still leaning against the counter, trying to get my breathing under control, when Revel looks toward the shower. “You know, technically the monster lizard made that happen.”
I slowly turn my head.
He grins.
“Get out.”
“Just saying, I think we owe him.”
“Revel.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”
He laughs and grabs the food on his way out, leaving me standing there in the steam, bent over the counter, with a cum coated ass, and absolutely no idea how I’m supposed to pretend this weekend is uncomplicated now.