“Fuck!” I shout, loving how he can be commanding, rough, and caring all at the same time. He knows what I need without me having to speak—and that connection that we share is slowly transferring outside of sex.
“God, yes. More,” I moan, dropping my face to the counter, resting my cheek on the cold surface as I close my eyes and try to keep my knees from giving out beneath me. Javi continues to work me over with his fingers in my core, his tongue on my clit, his hand spanking me every few moments, building the inferno between my legs.
And then I burst, the flame of my pleasure growing exponentially from the gasoline he just poured on the fire, the waves of my orgasm rippling through my body out to the very tips of my toes and fingers.
“Fuck, I love hearing you come.” Javi stands up from the floor and reaches for the condom as my torso rests on the counter, gathering my breath from my orgasm. Then he bends over my back, resting his chest between my shoulder blades, and lines his mouth up to my ear, whispering in that deep rasp that sparks more need for him between my legs. “You ready for more, Princess?”
“Yes, please …” I respond breathlessly, but he gives me no time to prepare as he jackets himself and plunges his cock deep inside of me, causing me to shriek from the invasion.
“God, I could fuck you all night,” he growls as he smacks my ass again and thrusts deep inside of me, hitting the very end of my pussy, forcing me to slide across the marble from each smack of his hips against my ass, eliciting a moan from me with each thrust.
“Is this what you needed, Sydney?” He asks, pulling my hair in his hand and forcing my head back so I’m standing up straighter as his tongue drags along the flesh of my neck.
“God, yes …”
Javi keeps me like that—bowed back against him, smacking my ass between thrusts, letting my hair go to grab both of my breasts and squeezing them to use them for leverage as he continues to fuck me with such force, my orgasm builds again.
One of his hands stays on my breast and the other travels down my stomach, past my navel, and slowly between my folds where he finds my clit and begins to circle the nub with precision over and over again, building my release in record time.
“I’m gonna come, Javi,” I warn just as the tremors of my orgasm begin and then detonate. I hear him grunt behind me as he chases his own release and we both shout into the open space, stilling once our respective orgasms subside.
“Oh my God,” I exhale, reaching behind me to wrap my arm around his neck, needing to feel him close to me for just a second longer, dragging my fingernails across his skin as I crave the feel of his lips on mine. All I want to do in this moment is kiss him, but the fact that he hasn’t done that yet makes me weary to initiate it.
“I need to clean up.” He releases my hold on him and his own on me before traipsing down the hall to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I begin putting my clothes back on as he returns and finds his shorts as well.
“So had a bad day, huh?” He seems so normal right now, like he usually does after we have sex, but something about him feels cold too, like maybe he didn’t really want me here. Although it didn’t seem like it when he was just fucking me within an inch of my life. I watch him fill two glasses with water as he hands one to me and takes a drink of his own.
I shake my head and sigh, glaring down at the floor before I speak. “Just my dad. Today was my brothers’ graduation, as you know, and let’s just say it wasn’t without a good dose of ‘I know what’s best for you’ to round out the perfect family affair.”
Javi huffs and then sets his glass down on the counter. “And what did you do this time that makes him think you don’t know how to live your life?”
“He alluded to the fact that I haven’t been spending my time with people I should.” I flick my eyes up to his, waiting to see if he catches my drift. And the moment it hits, his eyebrows raise and then his gaze softens.
“Is that so?”
I nod. “Seems he thinks I’m not considering my reputation or career …”
“Does that worry you?”
The inkling about Javier going to prison travels right to the front of my brain the instant he says it. Could our relationship cause issues with my job? I mean, I am a lawyer, even though I don’t dabble in criminal law. If I dated someone with a record, that could look bad—although I also think it depends on what he did time for, and if that rumor is even true.
I stare across the counter at him, wondering if now would be the time to ask. I can’t help the fact that it’s been bugging me since that night in the salon, and now with discussing my issue with my dad today, maybe this is the perfect opportunity to clear that confusion up for me.
“Can I ask you something?”
Javi stands still, staring at me before he shrugs one shoulder and folds his arms across his chest. “Depends. There are certain things I don’t like to talk about …”
“Well, I kind of need clarity on this topic …”
He takes a deep breath and then exhales loudly. “Okay …”
“I heard something the other day, but I don’t know if it’s
