We Met In Argentina

by Alexis Gold

  Jenna grabbed his face in her hands and gave it a gentle, playful shake.

  “Maybe a little.” She grinned mischievously.

  Lance continued to kiss her gently, and the humorous mood shifted as Jenna felt herself grow warm and wet at his touch. His hands slowly explored her body, their rough calluses a sensual contrast to her soft warm flesh.

  He lingered over her; those broad arms and that big chest encompassed her as he pressed himself close to her. She felt his member grow hard and brush against her, and the thought of him hitting deep inside her made her shiver in excitement. He nibbled at her earlobe, and she moaned in pleasure, her own hands beginning to explore his body.

  He felt amazing beneath her palms and fingertips as she traced the outlines of his biceps and triceps. Her hands trailed down his chest to his pecs and abs, to find the curve of his V was carved like a masterpiece. She followed it down to his shaft, as he waited eagerly for her touch. He gave a hiss of pleasure as she grabbed it, fingertips tracing its length and girth.

  She reached up to his neck and began to kiss him as she continued to rub him down. Her hands teased him as they went from his balls to his abs, to his chest and shoulders, and back down again. He slowly rolled in motion, his own lips and fingers exploring every curve of her body.

  The two were enveloped in one another’s touch. The feeling of the other in their hands and beneath their lips made their appetite for each other grow with each nip and flick of the tongue. Lance lay down beside her and began to stroke himself with one hand. His other hand took her hard nipples between careful fingertips and played with them gently. She hissed at the sensation as it sent waves of pleasure to her throbbing clit down below.

  “Harder.”

  He happily obliged. The pinch grew tighter, and he watched with glazed eyes as she moved her body in reaction to the pleasurable touch. She took her hand and slid it down her breast, over her midriff then slipped a finger past her lips and began to slowly twirl around her clit; the mix of sensations made her pussy slick and wet. She lingered there, but her motions became quicker as he massaged her breasts. He played with each nipple, and then he reached over and sucked them; his tongue stroked and circled each one.

  Jenna groaned as she matched the twirls, swirls, and motions of his mouth on her breasts to that of her fingers delicately moving around her clit. The synchronized sensations were more than she could stand. She looked in his eyes as she felt herself hit another level of pleasure.

  “I want to ride your cock.”

  Lance quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

  She nodded and bit her lower lip with a pout. “Yeah, I really do.”

  Lance paused and pretended to think about it. “If you ride my cock, are you going to come so hard for me?”

  Jenna nodded again and began to sit up. “So fucking hard.” Her eyes burned into his with desire.

  He grabbed her hips with a low growl, and she straddled him. Her middle was burning with need. She felt his head at her lips, and she gently slid herself atop him. Her thighs tightened as she felt his shaft hit her nice and deep, and the sensation sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

  “Fuck.” She gasped, glad she straddled him, else her knees would have buckled beneath the feeling of pleasure.

  He smiled up at her. The view made him grow harder, and his body rocked at the sensation of finally being inside of her.

  “That feel good, beautiful?” he asked as she began to rock gently atop him. She rolled a bit until his head was hitting her g-spot perfectly.

  She grinned down at him. “You have no idea.”

  He gasped a bit as she rocked harder. “Oh, I think I do.”

  Her hands reached down and grabbed rock hard abs, holding them as she rocked. He hit her perfectly, and she felt the warm waves turn to powerful pangs of pleasure. She watched him, and every movement of his body made her more turned on. Those bright green eyes searing into her made her feel like she was going to explode.

  He held her hips and moved with her. As the pleasure began to build in his shaft and balls, his movements became harder. She moaned in pleasure as he pulled her hips closer with each deep, warm thrust.

  Jenna felt the swell of pleasure in her middle, and she knew she was so close to an orgasm. She looked him in the eyes as she rode his dick, and her breasts bounced as her pussy rocked hard on his cock. He gave her a smile, and she felt herself no longer able to hold it back. With an explosion of pleasure, she felt the deep, gratifying sensation of an itch only he could scratch.

  She bucked hard, her moans turning to loud screams as she came, her pleasure like a rollercoaster that she held onto tightly. Wave after wave of explosive, sensual thrills rippled through her entire being, and she felt like she could go forever. Her screams of pure sexual bliss echoed through the house, vigorously matching the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach outside.

  She felt the caressing sensation of the orgasm finish, and her middle hummed and vibrated with the satisfaction of sexual gratification. She had never had an orgasm like that, and she breathlessly collapsed onto his chest. He was breathing hard, his hard cock still throbbing inside her.

  She looked up at him with eyes that were glazed over in sexual ecstasy.

  “Your turn.”

  He nodded quickly; then with a swift movement, he gently pulled out of her and laid her down on the bed. He grabbed her legs, wrapped them around his neck, then grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his pulsing dick.

  He began to thrust quickly, absorbed in the sensation of her warmth and the feeling of friction against his member, while her tits bounced and that beautiful face watched him with shimmering eyes. He felt himself tighten, and he clenched his teeth. Then his eyes rolled back in enjoyment as he rode his own swells and surges of pleasure.

  He moaned deeply, and with a sudden thrust, he could no longer just ride the pleasure. He felt himself rocked by his own orgasm. She whispered softly to him, her legs tightened around his neck, and she pulled him close. She reveled in the feeling of him as he rippled beneath her legs, and the thought of how much pleasure she had just brought him made her feel a deep satisfaction.

  He collapsed beside her and snuggled up to her chest. She wrapped an arm around him, and her hand began to stroke his hair as they worked to catch their breath. Both lay there for a moment and soaked in the purely physical satisfaction they had just experienced. The post sex relaxation made their eyes heavy and their limbs too weighty to move.

  Lance looked up at Jenna and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek. His eyes met hers with a softness she hadn’t seen before.

  “Thank you for that, beautiful.”

  “Jenna nodded. “And thank you, handsome.”

  Lance snuggled up next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body close to his.

  “I could get used to this.”

  Jenna felt her heart flutter at the statement, but then her own sleepiness pulled at her heavy eyelids, and she felt herself fade into a peaceful, deep sleep.

  *

  Jenna awoke in Lance’s arms once again. She could get used to this, she thought. Rays of sunshine snuck through the shades, and the orange, pinkish glow told her it was still early.

  She lay there for a moment, taking in the smell of his cologne that reminded her of where coastal forests met sandy beaches. She felt the heat of his skin against her, the soft rise and fall of his chest, his every inch pressed against hers. Jenna realized this felt like home.

  The thought didn’t startle her this time. She and Lance had rapidly fallen for each other; she sensed the feeling was the same for him. While other women might be plagued with maybe it’s not the same, Jenna had learned to trust her intuition long ago, her secret weapon as an investigator. The content, stillness in her mind told her this was a very real, mutual feeling.

  Lance moved in his sleep; then she felt him give her a gentle squeeze as he woke. He nuzzled the back of her neck and hair with his nose, trailing tender kiss
es that tickled her skin. She laughed softly at his antics, his arms pulling her closer as he yawned loudly.

  “Morning.”

  “Good morning.” She rolled over to face him.

  His eyes remained closed as she watched him. His face was relaxed, and she noticed all the little details that were lost to movements and expressions: a slight scar over his right eyebrow, the curve of his high cheekbones, his thick eyelashes, and perfect, soft lips. She reached a hand up and caressed his cheek. His eyes slowly opened and watched her with a small smile.

  She reached up and placed a kiss on his forehead, holding it for a moment before she returned her gaze to his eyes.

  “I think I’m falling for you,” she whispered, her eyes locked into his.

  He didn’t look away but stared right back into her. “I think I’m falling for you, too.”

  He reached his own hand up and caressed her cheek. Their foreheads leaned against each other as they closed their eyes and soaked in the moment. The affection, the pureness, poured from one to the other in such a satisfying nature that finally quenched what seemed like an unquenchable thirst for them both.

  The sudden buzz of a phone made both of them jump. Jenna rolled her eyes and reached onto her nightstand to grab her phone. Danielle’s picture showed, and she answered the call.

  “Hey, Danielle. What do you got for us?”

  “Good morning to you too. You know I stayed up all night working on this, right?”

  Jenna sighed. “Well, I figured that, and I appreciate it. I owe you a bagel and a coffee when I get back.”

  Danielle sighed back. “More like a fancy dinner. I’ve got a few things for you. I just sent everything over. Did you get it?”

  Jenna reached over and grabbed her computer as Lance stood up and stretched. He headed to the shower and got a start on his morning routine while she opened her laptop and her email. Her screen showed a few messages from Danielle with attachments.

  “Ok, so the boats you sent me are both tied to a few fish markets, which makes sense with the info you sent me on Franco’s son. The guy isn’t in the database, so whether Franco has kept him out of trouble or is sending you into a trap with one of his trained guys is difficult to discern.” Danielle paused, seemingly waiting for Jenna’s surprise.

  “Well, either way we’re prepared.”

  Danielle paused again. “We?”

  “Yes. We.” Jenna smiled a bit to herself.

  Danielle squealed. “Girl! I can hear the cheeky grin in your voice. Is he around? Can you finally tell me the deets?”

  Jenna sighed. She was cornered.

  “Ok, it’s my client’s son, the missing woman’s brother!” Jenna whispered in an excited tone as she held her hand on her forehead at her own words.

  “Jenna! What the actual hell?!”

  “I know! I know! But there’s… there’s just this connection. I don’t know, Danielle, I can’t describe it.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you could describe such a connection,” Danielle deadpanned.

  Jenna chuckled and climbed out of bed. She paced the room and peeked out the shades at the beach beyond.

  “So now we’re working on the case together.”

  “Yeah, working on the case together. Mhmmmm.” Jenna heard Danielle take a long sip of her coffee.

  “Oh, you hush! I appreciate you sending over the info. Anything else I should know?”

  She heard papers being moved in the background as Danielle tried to find a spot on her messy desk to set the coffee.

  “Yes, actually. A big break. I initially couldn’t find what these boats were packing, but after a little digging, I found the main warehouse. So my bet is that warehouse is where they’re packaging drugs for transport within the fish they’re selling to knowing dealers. Also might be where they’re keeping your missing woman; if not, you can at least start to track members.”

  Jenna nodded and sighed in relief. “Danielle, you’re a lifesaver.”

  Danielle took a bite of something and talked through a mouthful of food, “Yeah, I know.”

  “I’ll keep you posted. Later, girl.”

  “Bye, Jenna. Stay safe!”

  Jenna hung up the phone and stepped into the bathroom where Lance had a towel tied around his waist, brushing his teeth. He looked at her with a quirked brow.

  “What did you get?”

  Jenna leaned against the frame of the door. “Today, we head to the fish market.”

  Chapter6

  Jenna and Lance made their way to the fish market in the early morning light. The gentle breeze filtered down the coastal roads, picked up leaves and sand, and gently swirled them through the streets and curbs. The morning was already warm, and the air was becoming heavy with humidity, yet the markets along the walkways were bustling as locals tried to stay ahead of the heat while stocking their food trucks, restaurants, and businesses for the day ahead.

  The two smelled the fish market before they saw it. The heavy wafts of fresh-caught fish, the salt of the ocean, and the smoke from barbecue pits made their way down the streets of the exotic city. Older buildings of carved stone towered above the markets, the weathered tops seeming to peer down at the streets below. Jenna watched the skies with curious eyes. She truly hoped after all of this was over, she could explore the beautiful, coastal city.

  Jenna and Lance brushed past the produce section of the market and into the seafood, where the aisles were piled high with ice and dead fish. Some were intact, some were cut down, and other areas held pink, white, and bloody slabs of fresh fish. Jenna braced against the strong scent; seafood had never been her favorite.

  She glanced up and saw a purple banner with white, cursive lettering that read “Franco’s Pescadería”. Jenna looked to the young man behind the counter. He was tall and lean with a suave haircut, a gold earring, and a big smile. He bid a customer goodbye with a laugh and then turned to Lance and Jenna to help them.

  “What can I get you?” he asked, his Spanish accent softer than the other local natives.

  “Detective Jenna Lockley. Can I speak you to a bit more privately, Mr. Garcia?” She flashed her badge and nodded to the end of the counter. The boy nodded and followed her and Lance toward the end.

  “My father said you would stop by. You’re looking for Lia, right?”

  Jenna nodded again. “We are. Can you tell us when you last saw Lia, Mr. Garcia?”

  The young man was taller than his father. He was in his early twenties and seemed to be bursting with an excited personality. He moved quickly, and his eyes looked around often. Jenna sensed he had partied with Lia, probably also taking whatever her choice was to party with.

  “Yeah, of course. After the boat ride, we went to a club downtown. We were there most of the night, and I dropped her off at her hotel the next morning. Her flight was later that day. That was the last I saw of her.”

  “What was the name of the club?” Jenna held her notepad and jotted down the details.

  “Club De Fuego y Hielo.”

  “When did you meet Lia?” Jenna asked. Lance shifted nervously beside her, and she gave him a glance to quiet his nerves.

  “I met her last week at another club. We hit it off and spent some time together with a couple of other people from the area. I work during the mornings, but I’d meet her in the afternoons and we’d spend the evenings out on the town.” He paused and looked back and forth between the two.

  “I really like Lia. My father said she’s missing. Do you have any leads on where she might be?”

  “That’s why we’re talking to you,” Jenna replied.

  “Look, Jenna, she got drugs from me; I know you’re wondering. She never had to go to anyone else, so if someone kidnapped her it wasn’t because it was a drug deal gone bad.”

  Jenna studied the man’s face and posture. Although she didn’t doubt he was telling the truth, she also sensed that wasn’t the whole story. Something else was going on beneath the surface.

  “Do you know why
she went to the bar instead of the airport after you dropped her off at her hotel?” Jenna watched as the man reacted.

  “I didn’t know she went to the bar. She said she would hit me up next time she was in town and that was that. She didn’t say anything about a change of plans.” His face contorted in confusion, and he held his hands out in an open gesture.

  “I see. What about while you two were together. Did you see or talk to anyone suspicious? Notice anyone following you?”

  He paused and thought, “You know, there was this other guy about my age we kept seeing at each club and bar. We figured he was into the same scene, but now that I think about it, my friends and I didn’t recognize him. He was a bit shorter than me, thicker build, had both ears pierced and a big tribal tattoo on his shoulder.” He nodded, his confidence building as he spoke.