I’m no stranger to the fact that my father believes that our family’s status in the community is some prized possession we must refrain from being tarnished. But I’m tired of his opinions on the company I keep.
With my frustration high and an itch to see him, I shoot off a text to Javi, even though he knew I wouldn’t be able to meet up this weekend because of my brother’s graduation.
Me: What are you up to?
Javi: Just relaxing at home. What’s up? How’d the graduation go?
Me: Are you down to fuck?
The brazenness of my words catch me off guard, but with the anger I’m feeling right now, all I want is to ride Javi for hours in revenge. However, I find myself actually wanting his company too. Whenever I’m with him, I feel calm and in control, even if I’m relinquishing it to him.
Javi: Come on over.
I change into a dark gray, cotton sundress, but put on a burgundy bra and thong set underneath. Releasing my hair from the clip I had it in, I weave my fingers through the strands to loosen it and spritz myself with my perfume.
In record time, I’m in my car and racing across town, the ache between my legs building knowing that soon Javi will be filling me up and making me forget about my day, smothering the reminders from my father that he just won’t listen to me and insists he knows what’s best.
I slam the car door shut and lock it as I make my way to the door of his house, knocking harshly two times before the door opens and Javier stands before me, shirtless with gray sweat shorts on. The outline of his half-hardened dick is evident through the fabric, and as my eyes settle on his crotch, I visibly see his dick grow harder in his shorts.
“Are you just going to stand there, Princess?”
I shake my head, find his eyes, and then step inside as I hear the door shut behind me. I set my purse on the portion of the kitchen counter right by the door and then turn around to see heat-filled eyes staring back at me.
“I need you to fuck me, Javi. Break me. Make me scream so I don’t have a voice tomorrow.”
He squints at me just as his hand comes up to cup my cheek, stroking my skin in a way that is the total opposite of what I need right now. “Did something happen today, Sydney?”
I nod, but don’t elaborate, not wanting to stifle the fire crackling between our bodies right now. We’re so close to each other that I can feel the warmth coming off of his skin as his scent infiltrates my senses. Suddenly everything fades away and the only thing remaining in focus is him—his tanned and rippled abs, the lines of muscle in his arms, the dark scruff on his chin, and the golden hue of his eyes that are melting away the stress from earlier. But I know a few orgasms from his hands and cock will help it completely go away—at least for the time being.
“Just fuck me. Please.” I reach for the bottom of my dress, pull it up and over my head and toss it across the room, revealing my lingerie to him. “You know you want me.”
He pauses, taking a moment to peruse my body before his eyes land back on mine and he says, “Guilty as charged, Princess.”
His hands reach out and stroke up and down my arms as goosebumps rise from the contrast of the cold air in his house and fire beneath his touch.
“Turn around,” he demands as I face the kitchen counter behind me and place my hands against the cool marble.
Javi doesn’t speak as his hands move up and down my curves, unclasping my bra and letting it fall forward until I lift my arms from the counter and let it drop off my body completely, planting my palms on the marble once more. I feel his lips and tongue graze the cheeks of my ass as his fingers play with the strings of my thong—small nibbles, long drags of his tongue, purses of his lips on my sensitive flesh. With a smooth movement, he drags the thong down my legs and helps me step out of it so I’m completely naked in front of him, giving him the perfect view of my backside.
I look behind to catch his eyes as I see Javi’s hand move from his pocket, retrieving a condom and then placing it on the counter beside me. He keeps his eyes focused on mine as his fingers push the waistband of his shorts down and reveal his hardened cock in all of its glory saluting me, ready to take on the mission I’ve bestowed upon him. I feel my mouth water at the sight as my eyes dip down to appreciate the appendage I’ve grown remarkably fond of over the past month.
But then Javi drops to the floor, pushes my legs open wide and buries his face between my thighs, lapping up my wetness that has been building since I texted him at my place.
I moan in ecstasy as I attempt to track the movements of his tongue. But as usual, there is no pattern to the pleasure he gives my body. Javi does what feels right, and somehow, that’s exactly what I need—the unexpected, a moment to just savor the ride and pleasure he’s giving me instead of trying to anticipate what’s coming next.
“Block out whatever has you pissed off, Princess. Focus on my tongue,” he says and then swipes it across my slit. “Focus on my lips,”
