“Put that in,” she said, handing me the butt plug, then pointing at the vibrator. “As soon as I come out of the shower, that cock’s going in your ass.”
With that she got off the bed and gave me a full view of her ass as she bent over to take her thong off. I was proud of myself for not leaning in to take a bite.
When she slammed the door of the bathroom closed I slumped against the headboard, my dick bouncing against my belly.
Whatever was going on with Priscilla, she was going to fuck it right out of her head. If I was a better man, I’d ask her what happened, make her talk. But I was only human.
Priscilla
I let myself have another minute under the hot spray of J’s shower, trying to get myself together. The last couple of days had been a blur. We’d worked around the clock on April’s case without making much progress. I’d done what I could and when the lieutenant sent me home, I came here.
All I could think of on the drive in was how bad I wanted J. How I needed to feel connected to something, and he was the only thing that came to mind. And without having to tell him what I needed, he knew. J could get me out of my head and back into my body better than anything else could.
I stepped out of the shower and let myself think about him waiting for me on the other side of the door, hard and needy. He’d let me have him, play with him, give him pleasure, taste him and then he’d turn around and do the same to me. My core clenched, already wet from thinking of what was to come. I ran a towel over my hard nipples, between my legs without trying to relieve the need there. It would be so much better to wait.
Before stepping outside I tossed the towel in a basket by the door and looked at myself in the mirror, my dark brown skin still a little damp, but clean. Soft from the warm water. I loved my body, my curves, every bump and stretch mark and I knew Juan Pablo did too. He knew this body as well as me, and I wanted to give all of it to him tonight. It felt so necessary it scared me. I’d long ago given up on thinking of him as a touchstone for my life, as something to rely on. But tonight when things had felt so heavy and so daunting I thought I might break, being here made it better. I redid the bun on my head, feeling some of the dampness from showering without a cap, and walked out.
J was standing by the bed totally naked. He could’ve been radiating heat. All those muscles somehow more impressive than usual tonight. J was beautiful, he’d always been beautiful. But now at thirty-five there was a strength in him that hadn’t been there before.
“Are you all right?”
If Juan Pablo only knew this was when he was most dangerous to me. When he looked at me with equal parts hunger and softness.
I thought about hedging or giving him a half answer. But I knew if I didn’t say something, he’d keep asking. “Later. I promise. Right now, I don’t want to talk. Come here.” I stepped up to where he was, wanting to be close to him, and felt the rush of blood in my temples, knowing I was about to lose myself in what Juan Pablo and I could do together.
As soon as I was within reach he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his nose to my ear. “You smell so good.”
I had an arm around his neck and the other one on his ass, my fingers digging in, gripping him hard. He sucked in a breath when I tugged on the plug, almost as if remembering what I’d asked him for. What I’d said I wanted. “Are you going to let me?”
“You can have whatever you want...” he said, between nips on the skin on my shoulder and neck. My hands were busy stroking. His cock, his ass. All the places that I wanted, but when he spoke, he was demanding. “But I want to lick you first.” All the air left my body. It was hard to think with his hands and mouth on me like that. Instead of answering, I stepped back and widened my legs.
“Is that an invitation?” He wasn’t really asking and the way he was running his tongue over his bottom lip told me he was more than ready to take me up on it. But he didn’t kneel between my thighs like I thought he would. That wasn’t the game. Tonight was all about teasing, playing.
He ran his thumb over his chin and leaned back, looking at me. His eyes took me in, lingering on whatever part of my body he wanted. When he lifted his gaze to mine, his light brown eyes could’ve been embers.
“Where should I put my tongue first?”
My breath hitched at the question and without hesitation, I pulled his hand to my core, and used his thumb to graze right over my clit. The sensation was like an electric shock. I felt it in my whole body.
“Stop teasing, J. The more you make me wait the more I’m gonna take out on your ass later.” I wasn’t joking and still he laughed. Our eyes locked together as he used his fingers on me, making me tremble.
“You say it like that’s supposed to dissuade me. You know I love it. Especially when right after I can bend you over and do you hard.”
That fucker always got the last word. Before I could even think of a response, he was already on his knees, and lapped at me as though he had all the time in the world. I leaned on his shoulders panting, my hips thrusting into his mouth as he licked me.
“Ummm, J. Just a little more, I’m gonna come.” That just made him double down, both hands tight on my ass as he pressed his face to my pussy, until he had me screaming.
“Oh my Gooooood.” I threw my head back, nails clawing at J’s shoulders as he tongued me through an orgasm that turned all my bones liquid. I circled my hips to get more of his mouth and fingers until I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped back and watched him run the back of his hand over his mouth looking extremely satisfied with his work.
I took one breath, and then another, to get myself together. And when my vision was fully back I pointed at the harness that he’d placed on a towel on top of the dresser.
“Put it on me.”
Without taking his eyes off me, he grabbed the harness and walked over until he was right behind me. I could hear him breathing hard. He didn’t waste any time reaching in front of me and getting the vibrator in place. His hard dick pressed to my back as he worked.
“You gonna do me with this cock, Priscilla?”
My gut was molten lava, and there were goose bumps all over my skin. He knew how hot this made me. How much I loved doing this with him.
Right after he finished securing the harness he reached in front of me. One hand on my breast and the other on the vibrator. He stroked that silicone cock hard, just like I usually did to him, as he tugged on the loop on my nipple. His breath hot in my ear.
“How do you want me?” He was circling his hips tight against my back and his cock was like a fire iron against my skin. It would be a miracle if one of us didn’t black out after all this was done.
I pinched my other nipple and gave him more access to my neck, already so revved up I was practically incoherent. “Get on that fucking bed, Juan Pablo. Ass in the air. Now.” I growled that last part and the motherfucker laughed. But within seconds he was on the bed, and fuck, the arch of his back.
I could write sonnets to the curve of Juan Pablo’s ass. The way his spine dipped, and all that caramel skin. It made all the air escape out of my lungs.
I got on the bed after him and ran my hands over those wide shoulders and narrow waist.
“Stop teasing me, Priscilla.” He was hissing, ready to get things going, but I was in the mood to stretch it out. So I teased him, tapping on the end of the plug, making him yelp. I pressed my chest to his back until my mouth was against his ear. But before I asked, I brought a hand to stroke his cock. “How bad do you want it?” He bucked so hard he almost threw me off, and I laughed.
“You know how bad, dammit, Pris. Give it to me.” I could feel how hard he was gritting his teeth, his body taut with want. It was a heady thing the way J and I could be together. No inhibition, no shame, ever.
We just asked (or begged) for what we wanted, and almost always got it. I sucked hard on his earlobe then pushed back. Still
not giving him what he’d asked for, knowing how much better it would be if we waited.
“That’s nice,” I crowed, running a finger over his cleft. My skin felt on fire from the moment. He was giving me something big tonight. And I needed to give it back. I squeezed some lube on the silicone toy and then slowly pulled out the plug. J’s ass pushed into my touch, looking to be filled. I positioned the vibrator at his entrance and slid in as J moaned.
“More, Pris.” He was propped on his hands pushing his ass back until I was all the way in.
“Gonna go hard, J.”
He grunted in response and soon, we were really fucking. The slap of skin and the sounds J was making were driving me crazy. I draped myself on top of him thrusting in hard until I felt him shaking under me. I could feel him fighting hard to keep the orgasm at bay.
“I want to be inside you when I come.” I was surprised he could make words, but I wasn’t going to fight him on that. I carefully pulled out and quickly undid the buckle of the strap-on, as J sat on the bed. I watched as he gripped his dick hard, and rolled a condom on. His chest was dripping with sweat and he was gritting his teeth so hard I could hear them.
When he was done, he gave me that fucking smirk that made my clothes practically disintegrate from my body then made a circle with his index finger. “On your knees, Priscilla.”
I leaned in just long enough to kiss him hard, our tongues tangling roughly. When I pulled back I huffed, feigning annoyance. “You’re lucky that pegging you puts me in a malleable mood.”
His circled his finger around again, that smirk still fixed on his lips. “You love getting done like this.”
He knew that for a fact, so I wasn’t going to argue. As soon as I turned around I felt him shift, his damp skin touching mine. He ran a hand over my back, then smacked my ass hard. Dick right where I needed it. He teased my clit as I tried to get him inside.
“Come on, J. I know you wanna come.” I was begging and didn’t really care.
Without a word he slid in and soon we were rocking hard against each other. My tits bouncing under me as J gripped my hips and thrust into me. “Mueve ese culo, Priscilla.” He grunted hard and slapped my ass.
“Fuck, J, I’m so close.”
He was past words and all communication came in either grunts or growls as he fucked me into a frenzy. With one hand he started working my clit as he pounded me. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Just...like that.” My orgasm came out of nowhere and it knocked the air out of me. I dropped my arms as J thrust into me a couple more times. His face pressed to mine.
“This is so good.” I felt him seize up behind me and the condom fill, as he flopped on top of me. After we’d finally caught our breaths, J carefully pulled out of me and got up on what looked like very wobbly legs to get a towel from the bathroom.
My mind felt empty and my body was throbbing in the best way possible. This had been exactly what I needed. The fact that everything else about today had been an utter disaster, just a dull nagging on the edge of my brain.
J handed me the warm wet cloth and got back in bed with me.
“So now that we’ve fucked that mood out of you, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” The concern I’d seen in his eyes was clear when he spoke. He gave me a lopsided smile as he put an arm around me, his skin still a little clammy form the exertions of the past hour.
To my utter surprise, when I opened my mouth, I heard myself saying yes.
Chapter Seventeen
Juan Pablo
“I don’t want you to tell me how to fix any of this. I just want to vent, okay?” I nodded, hearing the reluctance in Priscilla’s voice. Whatever it was, it had her twisted in knots.
“I promise, I won’t mansplain or interrupt with advice unless you explicitly request it,” I assured her and shifted again, so that her head was on my chest.
My limbs still felt like jelly and my head was throbbing—fuck I was probably dehydrated. When Pris and I went hard like that, it took me a minute to recover. But I felt good. Not just about the obviously bomb sex we’d just had, but because Pris had come to me after what was clearly a hard day.
I grabbed a water bottle from the side of the bed and drank deeply then passed it to her. “Shit, Priscilla, you wore me out, ma.” I wasn’t even gonna apologize for calling her that. Thankfully, like me, she seemed to also think that we were past trying to pretend we weren’t back to being fully in each other’s lives. That’s how it was with us, being together had always felt easier than being apart.
“I got taken off one of my cases.” She sighed, but instead of pulling back, as she usually would whenever she was upset, she pressed closer. Her mouth against my neck while she talked. “You know I can’t give you any details, but it’s one of my kid cases and it’s a fucking shit show. I’ve been making noise about how we’ve handled it from the beginning.” Her voice was tight, but it wasn’t just frustration. Whatever had happened was worrying her, which explained the intensity of the last hour.
“And you weren’t getting a lot of support?” I tried to keep my voice as low as possible, because this, Priscilla telling me about her job issues, like in detail, was practically unheard of. Even a hint of judgement would shut her down on me.
She took her time to answer, her lips pressed to my neck. My heart fluttered in my chest, as I lay there with her. So fucking happy I could cry from having this again. “It’s not even about support, they just weren’t listening. I mean, some people were. Bri and I came to the same conclusions and were trying to talk sense into the rest of the team from day one, but people didn’t want to push. The CPS worker is good, but again was not taking the time to look at the big picture. Bottom line, we fucked up and now this kid is going to pay for it.” Her voice shook on that last part and I turned my head, nuzzling her neck. Kissed her cheek and then her mouth.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to offer solutions, or minimize what clearly was a fucked-up situation. And what else was there to say? There wasn’t a single pep talk that would make this shit any easier on her.
She kissed me back, her nails raking the back of my head, as she slid her tongue into my mouth. It was a long kiss, and I know she was using it as a distraction, but I’d never been strong enough to deny her. We separated reluctantly and she went back to talking.
“I’m pissed that they didn’t listen to me. That this kid had to be in a horrible situation for weeks more than she should’ve been, when we could have removed her from that. But mostly, I feel like I’m just a cog in a machine.” She exhaled, and when she spoke again she sounded small and really fucking tired. “It’s sort of always been like this in some ways, so it’s nothing new. It’s the nature of the job. We can’t fix everything. I don’t know why it makes a difference now, but it does. It’s just I can’t shake this feeling that me being there doesn’t even matter, and that scares me. I don’t want something happening to someone on my watch because I was too burned out to do my job.”
I scoffed at that, because no matter how I felt about Priscilla’s job, she was a damn good cop. I sat up shaking my head and pulled her up so that we were sitting face-to-face. “You would never do that. You’d get out first.” And I don’t know if it was the endorphins still running through my veins or if it was how sad she looked, but before I could talk my dumb ass out of it, I was trying to talk her into staying in the job. “There’s not a better detective in the NYPD than you. Your lieutenant is a fool if he doesn’t know that.”
The side of her mouth turned up a bit and she shook her head like I was talking crazy. “I know you’re not trying to get in my pants again, because my lady parts are on recess until morning, at least.” She whirled fingers in the general direction of my crotch, a doubtful expression on her face. “And I know you’re going to need some rest.”
“Hey,” I balked. “I just sexed you up for like a full hour. I am not getting the credit I deserve.”
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She threw her hands up and then gestured toward her “lady parts.”
“I just said you took me out of commission until morning. What do you want? To see me with a limp?”
I busted up at that and soon we were both giggling until we ended lying down on our sides. I ran a finger over her forehead where a frizzy curl had escaped the bun on her head. “I’m not trying to talk you into or out of anything. I just want to be here for you.”
“I know. Thank you.” She pressed her lips to mine in a gentle kiss, her eyes still sad when we separated.
I thought about my conversation with Yariel, about his text from yesterday saying his agent had read Pris’s blog and loved it. That she wanted to meet her, and I dearly wished I could hand her this new possibility. But after tonight, and hearing how much she needed to feel in control of her life, I knew I’d overstepped. I’d been promising her that I’d changed. That I wouldn’t make the same mistakes of the past, and yet I’d gone ahead and blabbed to Yari with the intention of fixing things for her. So, I could present her this neatly packaged new career, when she was still grieving the fact that the one she’d made for herself no longer fit her and ruin everything we’d manage to rebuild. Or I could keep my mouth shut. So I said nothing and laid there dying inside while I watched her struggle.
“We can’t be fucking around at that cabin.” Her words pulled me out of my troubled thoughts and it took me a moment to figure out what she was saying.
“The cabin” was Easton’s family lake house. Some kind of mansion Upstate we were all invited to for a couple of days next week, after Christmas. The whole crew would be there and that meant we would be the only two who were not paired off. And because our friends were meddling assholes, I knew she’d want to keep whatever it was that we were doing under wraps. Hell, I was kind of glad that we wouldn’t have to deal with the twenty questions from our friends. Still it stung to hear that she didn’t want them to know.
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