“Good. Now let me show you how a bad boy likes to fuck.”
An incomprehensible sound comes out of my mouth as I salivate for his touch.
“You want to be told what to do, Princess?” he asks, as he trails his fingers up and down my arms and then across my collarbone, as if he’s committing a map of my body to memory through his touch.
“Yes.” I sigh as my head falls back and I soak up the heat that lingers on every inch of skin he caresses.
“You want me to be rough?”
“God, yes. I want whatever you give me, Javi. I want you to tie me up, fuck me hard and fast, and make me scream. I want you to deliver on the words you told me in Home Depot.” I’m writhing as his fingers dip down into the cup of my bra and he pulls the fabric down, revealing my hardened nipples.
“Fuck,” he mumbles lowly, but I catch it. And then with a snap of his fingers, my bra is unclasped from the front and my breasts are completely exposed to him.
“I hope you’re sure you can handle this, Princess, because once I start, I’m not stopping.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I exhale, craning my neck forward again to watch him hover over my chest. His eyes pop up to mine just as he darts out his tongue and licks the tip of my nipple, hardening it to a sharp peak. I’m so fucking turned on right now, I could probably come just from him doing that a few more times.
“I’m the one in control. Now, stop talking and let me do what I do best.” His lips move across the skin of my breasts, teasing every inch around my nipples but never landing on those peaks again. My breaths are a struggle as every touch ignites my need for this man even more.
When did this out-of-body craving for him develop? How did I not see this freight train of need coming as it’s hitting me? Because the more his calloused fingers run across the skin of my stomach and his lips tease my collarbone, the more I realize that I’ve never felt this buzz from a man’s touch before.
And as that realization hits me, his mouth finally closes over my nipple again, causing my entire torso to arch back and revel in the sensation of his hot and wet mouth.
“Pinch your other nipple,” he commands before returning to his work—licking, sucking, and biting my right nipple with ferocity.
A spark of lust hits my chest from his command, turning me on even more. That’s exactly what I wanted, for him to tell me what to do, to not have to make decisions on my own, especially when it comes to my pleasure. And it seems that Javier is an expert in that arena.
I find my left nipple frantically and pinch, rolling the nub between my fingers as his mouth continues to work the other one as I let out a low moan. Then one of his hands slowly snakes up the inside of my thigh and my breath catches in my throat.
“Move your hand,” he says, swatting mine away as he latches on to my left breast now and his other hand moves higher between my legs, his finger scraping against the drenched fabric of my thong.
I’m barely breathing at this point and all he’s done is suck on my breasts. I don’t know if I’ll be able to remain conscious if we ever make it to sex because I’m struggling to take in air so badly right now.
His head pops up and our eyes lock as Javi retracts both of his hands from my body, a wave of sadness washing over me from the loss of his touch. But then he reaches up to his head, flicks off his hat, and then pulls on the neck of his shirt, lifting the cotton up his body until it passes over his head and reveals the chiseled chest to me that I’ve been dying to see. And lord, was it worth the wait.
Mountains and valleys of muscle grace my eyesight as I study his pecs and the ripples of his abs. The man clearly takes care of himself and it shows. And that skin, the bronze flesh that is such a contrast to my own, calls out to me as saliva pools in my mouth. I have a sudden need to lick every crevice on his body, but I guess that can wait.
“Lift up your ass.” His hands move to my skirt as he pushes the fabric up my waist until it pools at my hips, leaving me sitting on the cold granite in nothing but my thong. And it’s at that moment I’m so very grateful I just got waxed.
Javier eyes the scrap of white satin covering the apex of my thighs and then flicks his eyes up to me. “I hope you’re not fond of these,” he says, and before I can answer, his hands grip the strings at my hips and rip the fabric apart. He pulls the flimsy remains of my thong from my body and holds it up in the air while maintaining eye contact with me. Then he brings it to his nose, inhales deeply, and stuffs them in his pocket.
Holy fuck.
“Damn, you smell good. I bet you taste even better.”
I gulp down the inadequacy I feel in my throat as Javier lowers himself to the ground between my legs and pushes my thighs open. I can’t recall the last time a man went down on me. Even my last boyfriend only did it a handful of times.
But as I watch Javier lick his lips and then nudge forward, I have a feeling it won’t even compare to what I’m about to feel.
“Spread your legs wider, Princess.”
