Guilty as Charged

by Harlow James

  I lock eyes with Javier instantly as the heat of his gaze burns my skin, but I can’t get a read on what he’s thinking.

  Is he excited to see me? Does he keep picturing us from the other night like I do at random times throughout the day? Is the lack of expression on his face a sign that he regrets what happened between us?

  Dear God, I hope not. The idea of not getting to experience that kind of pleasure and freedom again makes me worried almost instantly.

  I don’t have much time to overthink the situation before the boys get us started with our warm-up. I can feel Javier track my movements throughout the class even when our eyes aren’t meeting. But I know he’s watching me. I just wish I knew what he was thinking.

  When we move into the demonstration portion of the evening, Javier doesn’t choose me to practice with, and the reality sits in that maybe I can’t handle this. Extreme jealousy bursts in my chest as I watch him touch another girl. I end up working with Clay a bit, and then Justine, one of the other girls, all while trying to ignore the stabbing feeling in my chest watching Javier talk and teach the other girls. I attempt to fake a smile and polite easiness during the rest of the class. But as soon as we’re dismissed, I run out of the room.

  Right before I’m heading out the door, that voice that’s been taunting me in my dreams whispers in my ear. “Meet me at my house at nine o’clock.”

  Like a thief in the night, Javier disappears as quickly as he came, but his words don’t leave my mind as I drive home and take a shower.

  Should I go over there after he ignored me all night? I know he said this is just sex, but after sharing that experience and after our talk at the brewery, I figured we’d be on more friendly terms than how this evening panned out. I expected at least a smile or a hello—anything that didn’t make me feel like he went right back to looking at me the way he always has—like a girl he couldn’t stand being near.

  Even though part of me wants to tell him to fuck off after the way he acted, another part of me wants to know what his deal was. So against my better judgment—which might be seriously lacking right now—I dry my hair, slip on a pair of capri leggings and a loose tank top, and drive across town to Javier’s house.

  As I park, I see the porch light flicker on and then Javier’s head pop out of the window for a brief moment. When I move to knock on his door, the wood swings open and Javier greets me bare chested in nothing but a pair of blue jeans.

  God damn, this man is hot. Why on earth did I never notice him?

  His muscles appear shiny from the beads of water dripping down his bronze skin and the light reflecting off the back of him. His hair is styled in that messy perfection that only comes with just having taken a shower, and his scent hits my nose, confirming he must have just cleaned himself up, the fresh and woodsy smell of his soap drawing me into his house and closer to him.

  “Thanks for coming,” he says as he shuts the door behind me, presses his chest to my back, and then rests his hands on my shoulders. Before I can speak, his lips find the crevice where my neck meets my shoulder and he kisses the skin ever so slightly, igniting my entire body.

  Focus, Sydney. Remember, you came here to ask him what his problem is.

  “Why were you such a jerk earlier?”

  His lips stop moving and lift from my body completely as he turns me around to face him.

  “What do you mean?”

  I scoff and then place my purse on his counter, followed by my hands on my hips. “You barely said anything to me tonight. I thought we agreed to move past the animosity, Javi? I let you fuck me and then you treated me like dirt earlier.”

  He stares at me for a moment before moving forward and placing his hands on my hips, causing mine to fall. “I didn’t mean to treat you like dirt, as you so eloquently described. I just didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to us so people wouldn’t think there was something going on.”

  “Oh …”

  He grins. “Yeah, oh. I figured privacy was important to you and it’s nobody’s business anyway if we’re having sex.” One of his hands lifts from my waist and then he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, bringing me back to that high I felt when his lips touched me. “And in case you forgot, you asked me to fuck you, Princess. So I did. And tonight, I’m going to do it again.”

  I can’t fight the anticipation that radiates all over my body with his promise. “Is that so?”

  “As long as that’s what you want. No matter what you might think here, Sydney, you’re the one in control. We don’t do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” He bends slightly at the knee so his eyes are level with mine as he searches them for answers.

  I give him a slight nod. “Sounds good.”

  “Good. Now turn back around, Princess. I’ve been thinking of this ass for the past three days and I want my hands on it again.”

  I do as I’m told, shaking with excitement as Javier’s voice slips into the deep, controlling rasp that I’ve grown to crave—and when that craving started, I have no idea.

  “I don’t want Clay touching you again,” he growls in my ear, massaging the flesh of my ass cheeks.

  “Well, he only did because you were avoiding me.” My words are sharp, mostly because I don’t want Clay touching me either.

  His tongue darts out and licks my neck again as I reach behind me to weave my hands through his jet black hair. “And I thoroughly regretted that decision once I lived through it. He doesn’t get to touch what’s mine.”

  “What’s yours?” I ask breathlessly, growing wetter with his declaration.

  “You’re mine if I’m fucking you, Sydney. No one else’s. Do you understand?”

  “Does that work both ways then?” I look behind me so I can see his eyes.

  He lifts his head and nods, staring at me intently. “Yes.”

  I line my mouth up to his ear and whisper in a silky voice. “Then do whatever you want with me, Javi. Break me for all I care. Just make me scream.”

  “Fuck, Princess. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He reaches into his pocket and extracts a piece of black satin that looks like a tie.

  “What’s that for?”

  The corners of his lips rise as he stares at me. “Have you ever been blindfolded, Sydney?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  His smile grows wider. “Then that’s another first of yours I get to claim.” His hands rise with the fabric and he carefully places it over my eyes, blocking out the minuscule light in the room. Once he’s satisfied with the knot, he grabs my hand and brings me over to another point in the room. I can hear my breathing and my heartbeat in my ears as I anticipate what comes next.

  The graze of his fingers on my hips startles me, but then I melt into his touch as he lifts my shirt from my body, the cool air hitting my skin and raising goosebumps along my limbs.

  I stand there waiting for more just as his lips press against my stomach right above my belly button, making my breath hitch. He plants gentle kisses along my abdomen, dipping his tongue beneath the waistband of my leggings just as his thumbs hook inside and he drags them down my legs. He helps me step out of them, and then I’m standing there alone again.

  “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he mutters as his hands move up and down my arms and then to my back where he pops the clasp on my bra and relieves it from my torso, leaving me standing in front of him in nothing but my thong. I’m naked and blindfolded, and yet, I have no qualms about this predicament.

  In fact, I’m bursting at the seams for his next move.

  The sudden touch of his nose on my slit has me lurching forward, bracing my hands on his shoulders as he kneels between my legs, inhaling my scent and pressing his tongue along the already soaked fabric.

  “So sweet,” he says against my pussy.

  “Javi,” I moan just as the slap of his hand on my ass makes me jump.

  “What did I say? Who’s in control here?”

  “You,” I reply.

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sp; “That’s right. Now let me do what I’ve been thinking about for days.” He rips my thong from my body, yet another sacrifice being made in this game we’re playing.

  But I’m not sure it’s the only one. No … I feel like my heart is wanting to put in her two cents too because no matter how attractive I find Javier, there’s a part of me that’s drawn to his soul as well.

  I feel like we understand each other in an unspoken way. It makes me want to know more. And maybe I’ll just have to push for that down the line.

  This isn’t about that, Sydney. This is about sex. Focus on that, not whether you’ll be able to give this up when it ends.

  Before I can overthink the future too much, Javi dives his tongue between my legs, pushing them open wider so he can fuck me with his mouth.

  And boy, does he do the job right.

  Short flicks, long drags, teasing circles—his tongue works me over like I’m on a rollercoaster—except I can’t anticipate what’s coming next because I can’t see. All I can do is feel.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

  “You do that to me.”

  “You’re stroking my ego, Princess,” he says, chuckling between licking me.

  “It’s true.”

  That causes him to stop and I wonder if I’ve said the wrong thing.

  But then Javier is guiding me to another part of the house, far from where we were just moments ago. Before I know it, I feel something soft behind me and as I put my hands out, I sense a bed with a down comforter placed on top.

  “Stay like that,” he commands as my hands freeze on the bed behind me. My back is slightly arched, pushing my chest out.

  And then Javier smacks my breast, causing me to shriek and then moan in pleasure.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  Then his fingers are on my tits, twisting my nipples. “Fuck. The things I want to do to this body, Princess. I want to tie you up, fuck you hard … I can’t decide what to do first.”

  My breaths come out in short, little pants. “Then do them all.”

  My body is flying within a second, landing on the bed behind me as I hear Javier remove his pants and rip a foil packet. And then the bed dips, his weight inching closer to me, hovering over me but never touching my body.

  A light flick of his tongue hits my nipple, and then it moves to my hip bone, and then my clit. My chest is heaving as he grants me short flicks of his magical tongue at different places all over my body before I feel another piece of satin graze my wrist.

  “Lift your hands above your head, Princess.” I follow his directions, bringing my hands above my head and clasping my fingers as he ties them together and rests them back down on the bed.

  “Leave your hands up there. You move, I stop.”

  I nod, but say nothing, knowing that the more I speak the longer he’s going to drag this out. My core is on fire right now, burning so hot for this man as I wait for him to give me what I need—what I think I’ve always needed and just never found.

  Until him.

  The head of his cock presses against my entrance as his palms widen my legs, and the intrusion makes me gasp.

  “Let me in, Sydney. Relax, baby.” His term of endearment twirls in my brain for a second, causing all sorts of havoc, before his cock dives deeper into my pussy, effectively pushing that thought out.

  “Yes …” I mewl as he begins to move. Keeping my hands above my head and following my order, I relish in the darkness that allows me to just focus on everything I’m feeling.

  The smack of his balls on my ass.

  The feel of his hands gripping the flesh on the inside of my thighs.

  The tightening of my nipples with each of his thrusts.

  The exhilaration building in my body with each movement that connects us.

  I need more. I can’t believe that running into a guy from my past has brought out my deepest desires, a gift I’m willingly putting in his hands.

  Javier’s thrusts pick up speed and then my entire body is shaking as the bed slams into the wall over and over again. I feel his weight hover over me again, his hands clasping the satin at my wrists while he pounds into me, his breath touching my ear as he whispers attentively.

  “Who owns this pussy, Princess?”

  “You do,” I answer. “God, yes! More, Javi!”

  “Fuck, you feel so damn good. So wet. So tight …”

  A loud moan escapes my lips as he continues to slam his cock deep inside of me, bringing on my orgasm. His lips close over one of my nipples as he prolongs his movements, and the feeling is exquisite. Then as if he can read my mind, I feel one of his hands travel south between us before his fingers start to rub my clit, building my release quickly.

  His fingers move as his cock continues to slide in and out of me, and my mind goes blank, nothing but the sensations of my orgasm on my mind—something I don’t think I’ve ever been able to achieve.

  “God, yes. Right there. Keep going,” I encourage as I feel that tightness form, my breath tethering as I wait for my orgasm to break free.

  And then it does, hurtling me off a cliff I’m willingly falling over. My body shakes and trembles as each tremor rolls through me just as Javier releases my hands from his grasp, sits upright again, and grips my hips, pulling me against him harder than before.

  And then he stills, groaning into the room, and emptying himself into the condom.

  “Fuck!” he shouts before I feel his torso thrust forward and land on my own.

  As he catches his breath, I feel his hands move to the back of my head, releasing the knot on the satin before he gently removes it from my eyes. And as I blink to adjust to the dim light, he also frees my hands and then looks down at me.

  Our eyes are locked, our breaths heavy, and so much is spoken by our lack of words, our eyes holding a conversation as we stare at one another.

  Holy shit. That just happened again, and it was even better than before.

  We connected.

  It wasn’t just fucking. It wasn’t just sex. Javier read my body like a treasure map and I lead him right to the prize. We were a team on a mission to satisfy and please, and I think we both won.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me, his golden eyes bouncing back and forth between mine.

  I nod slowly while studying his face. His forehead is wrinkled from the narrowing of his eyes, his dark stubble is prominent around his mouth and jaw, and his lips are full and a soft shade of pink—lips that I still have yet to taste.

  And as the silence grows and his eyes dip down to my mouth, I wonder if he’s finally going to kiss me. We’ve had sex twice now and I’ve yet to feel his tongue and lips against mine.

  “I need to, uh …” He points down to where we’re still joined and slowly pulls out of me, jumping off the bed and heading for what I’m guessing is the bathroom.

  While he’s gone, I take that moment to veer around the room I’m in, which I’m guessing is his. It’s not very large as the bed takes up most of the space, but it’s exactly what I’d imagine Javier’s room to look like—dark, cold, but functional. The walls are a dark gray and his bed spread is black. He has one dresser along the wall to my right and a laundry basket in the corner next to another door which I’m going to assume is a closet.

  Javier returns quickly with a warm rag and runs it between my legs gently, cleaning up my wetness. He reaches out a hand and pulls me to a sitting position before looking down at the ground and finding his pants, stepping in the legs, dragging them up, and buttoning them as I watch him.

  “Where are my clothes?”

  “The living room.”

  “Okay …” I start to get up, but Javier stops me.

  “I’ll get them for you. But you, uh, don’t have any underwear.” He smirks.

  “Yeah, if you could stop ripping them apart, that would be lovely.”

  He shrugs and then heads for the door. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Princess.”

  I watch h
im leave, wondering how this departure will go, and if it will grant me more clarity than the last.

  Javier sets my clothes down on the bed and then gives me privacy to dress, which I find weird since we just had sex and were naked. But I digress.

  Once I’m clothed minus my underwear, I head back to the living room, but find Javier in the kitchen drinking a glass of water and leaning up against the kitchen counter.

  “Thirsty?”

  “Sure. I could use a drink.”

  He opens the cupboard, grabs a glass, and moves to the fridge to fill it from the dispenser on the outside.

  “Here you go.”

  “Thanks.” I take a large gulp, not realizing how parched I was from screaming.

  “So, I was thinking …” he starts, piquing my curiosity. “We should probably exchange numbers so we can communicate easier about meeting up.”

  I set my glass down and reach for my phone in my purse, but encourage myself to get clarification from him before I leave.

  “So you want to keep doing this?”

  He eyes me like I’m fucking stupid. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

  “I mean, I do. I just didn’t know if you wanted that too.”

  He chuckles. “I’d be a crazy fool to pass up sex like that, Princess.” His comment makes me swell with pride, even though I didn’t feel like I did much. Overall, I felt like I was the one reaping the reward, but I’m glad to know that Javier felt like he was winning too.

  “Okay then. Exclusive sexual partners.”

  “You can just say friends-with-benefits, or fuck buddies. No need to be politically correct.”

  My indifference comes out as a laugh. “Okay, sure.”

  We exchange numbers and then I grab my purse to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”

  Javier grins. “You’re welcome. Talk to you soon.”

  “Yeah. See ya.” I leave his house without another word and hop in my car to drive home.