Ah, realization dawning, I gasped as he strummed my nipples. I felt each purposeful swipe of his thumb like a strike to my clit. Already throbbing, I whimpered. “Too much. I need you. Please.”
“I don’t have a condom in here.”
“Oh.” I tried to slow my heart rate down.
“But I can take care of you, Reina.” He cupped his hand and redirected the water so it sluiced away the suds on my breasts, then he kneeled down on the tiles in front of me. My heart did the opposite of slow.
I felt his breath on the center of me. I shivered. He looked up, the spray of water beating down and bouncing off of the unrelenting curvature of his back. Smiling darkly, he grabbed my ass and drew me forward putting his mouth on me.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and I didn’t stand a chance. I was so out of my element with him. This was more than just fun. Every smile. Every caress. Every decadent torturous drag of tongue on that most secret part of me made me more his. Then he swirled and sucked on my clit with just the right amount of pressure. Light at first, then slower and firmer. A perfect rhythm that mimicked my pounding pulse. I grasped his shoulders, opening and closing my fingers and digging my fingernails into his skin as he built me up to an explosive crescendo.
“King, oh Juaquin.” I shuddered and came apart on his tongue. He grabbed me as my knees gave out. He seemed to anticipate, to know, and to do exactly what I needed him to do at exactly the right time. No, I wasn’t just having fun with him. I was falling, falling, falling, for him shamelessly.
* * *
King
“Let me do you?” she asked after her second time in the shower. My already hard cock bounced at the thought of her wrapping her sexy lips around it.
“Are you sure?” I swiped my thumb across her slightly parted lips. Feeling the humidity of her breath against my skin pleased me. Her offer pleased me. She pleased me.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Ok, but outside the shower. The hot water feels like its running out, and I don’t want you getting cold.” I switched off the water, stepped out of the enclosure, grabbed a fresh towel from the rack and wrapped her up in it before grabbing a new one of my own.
“Thank you,” she said, almost shyly with the towel draped around her like a cape.
“You’re welcome, Reina. I like taking care of you.” Was she embarrassed by what I had done to her in the shower? “I loved having my mouth on you, feeling you unwind, watching it happen. Did you like it?”
She nodded.
“Bueno. Good, because I plan to do it again and again. Would that be ok with you?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips.
Excellente that idea turned her on. It turned me on, too. I finished drying off before she did. Taking her hand, I threaded our fingers together and led her back into the bedroom. I smiled at the strewn clothes and the rumpled bed linens remembering the pleasure she had given me. Pleasure I planned to relive.
When we reached the bed, she started to drop to her knees, trying to tug her hand free from mine. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to do you,” she said giving me a coy smile and glancing at me through her lashes.
“Not from your knees. Not my queen.” I sat on the bed and pulled her between my legs. She put her hands on my shoulders. I held her at the waist, and it hit me. So I gave it to her. The truth. “I love spending time with you.”
“I love spending time with you, too.” Her eyes filled. Would my honesty move her so much if she wasn’t feeling the same level of emotions I felt? “Now lay back.” Her voice lightening, she gave me a playful shove. “If it pleases you, your majesty.”
“As you wish.” I scooted to the center of the bed, and she followed. I grabbed for her, curling my fingers around her neck, bringing her face down to mine and kissing her long and deep until she started making those turned on noises low in her throat. Then I released her. “Muy bonita.” Her hair tumbled. Waves of it had escaped the elastic and lay loose around her shoulders. I removed the band completely and laid back on the pillows. She tapped my thighs, and I opened them so she could move between them.
“You’re more than a mouthful,” she told me as she stared at my cock. She licked her lips. She was excited about doing this to me. Fuck, yeah. My cock lengthened, a glistening of pre-cum spurting from the tip. She noticed and leaned in, and I groaned as she licked it clean with her eager tongue. She seemed to like the taste of me. She dove right in. Hand pumping the base. Her sexy lips sucking on the head. Her tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive underside while I played with her tits. But when she licked the slit with slow careful precision, I’d had enough. I jacked into a seated position, and she let out a surprised ‘oh’ as I flipped her to her back, grabbed a nearby condom, sheathed myself, spread her legs wide and slid inside her just where I needed to be.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice warbling as she looked up at me.
“No, picosa.” I reached down between our bodies, withdrawing so I could strum her clit with my thumb. “You did everything right.” I grunted with satisfaction, feeling her slick heat. She liked what I did so I did it again. Thrusting deep inside her cunt, then withdrawing, then strumming. She glossed my fingers this time.
“King.” She moaned, tightening her cocked knees to the sides of my hips. “You’re driving me crazy. Enough.” Her voice was low, husky. “If you do that again, I won’t last.”
“I don’t want you to last, mamasota.” I thrust in again and ground down. “You’ve got me at the edge. I want you with me.”
“Then keep doing that.” She grabbed my ass. “Only faster, and I’ll meet you there.” So I thrust and ground again, feeling her cunt squeezing my cock.
“Miriam,” I groaned, and she urged me to continue with her fingernails digging crescents into my ass. “Oh Miriam. Fuck.” I pounded into her, thoughts of rhythm and finesse escaping me as it reached out and grabbed hold of me. The passion. The driving force. It swept her away, too. I felt her pulsing around me. She screamed her climax, and I threw back my head and roared my release, claiming her and giving her all of me.
Chapter Seventeen
Miriam
I woke up alone, but heard beautiful music with a flamenco beat. I stretched my arms over my head and cracked open my eyes to find Juaquin sitting on the chair beside the bed. He had an acoustic guitar in his lap.
“Buenos días, mamasota.”
“Good morning,” I returned and yawned. “I thought you were part of my dream.”
“How so?”
“I was on a beach in Spain hearing a soft serenade somewhere in the distance. The song you’re playing. It’s so pretty. I must have incorporated it into my subconscious.” I sat up, and his eyes followed the sheet as it slid down my body. I had fallen asleep in my camisole and panties while he had lain beside me stroking my hair. “This one is more like an Enrique Iglesias love song than the Pitbull-let’s-party thing you did at the pool. Which one is the real you?” I mused.
“Both, I guess. The words, the rhyme, the beat, it all flows when I’m with you.” He strummed a last chord and set the guitar aside.
“You hardly ever play.”
“It’s not necessary. Your brother’s one of the best guitarists in the business. And Dizzy’s a close second. But I felt like playing something this morning.” He stood and stretched his arms over his head, and it was my turn to stare. Wearing only his boxer briefs, there was a lot of Juaquin to look at. All of him sculpted muscle. All of his skin a gorgeous bronze. All of him sexy. Including his cock. It was impossible to overlook and very, very hard.
“Do you have a name for it?” I licked my lips. “The song, I mean.”
“Tú eres la única.”
“What does that mean?” My Spanish was decent. I had taken two years of it in high school because of my crush on him, but I was a little rusty.
“You are the only one.”
“Oh.” I twisted the sheet in my hands
. Don’t you dare read anything into the song title, I told myself. Throwing the sheet back, I slid off the bed and dipped my chin to my chest so my hair would curtain forward. He could read me so well. I needed a moment to compose myself. Can’t let the guy you’re just hooking up with see the hope for more that surely brimmed in your eyes. No matter how hard I wanted to kid myself about what this was, and that I was in control and that I had made some kind of monumental decision, the reality was that not much had really changed. I was right back where I always was, ready to throw myself at Juaquin’s feet. Though he wouldn’t allow it. He hadn’t been bragging, either. About what he could do. He had made good on all of it. All of his promises. I had come three times. I had begged. I had screamed. It had never been with anyone the way it had been with him. I knew, though I shied away from the thought, that it likely would never be like this with anyone else after him.
So intense.
So incredible.
So much more than I could ever have imagined.
I couldn’t do this another night and not fall apart in his arms.
Pressure building behind my eyes, my head down, I brushed past him mumbling something about looking out at the view. “Oh, my.” I swallowed willing the telltale huskiness within my voice to go away. “The sun’s already rising.”
“So it is.” Lime and heat washed over me just before his body and hands did. My back against his chest, my gaze remained on the window while he massaged my shoulders applying firm but gentle pressure.
“That feels so good.” I let out a low moan. “And the view of the strip from here is so beautiful. But it’s later than I realized. I should get going.”
“Don’t go yet.” He pressed his body closer, and his fingers tightened for a moment before they resumed. “Tell me what you find so beautiful. To me Vegas is just concrete buildings and a lot of sand.”
“You don’t see it the way I do.”
“Explain it so I can,” he said softly.
“It’s probably corny, but to me the nights here have a rhythm that I can practically feel. All that glitz, glamor and excitement. But it’s the mornings I really love…” I trailed off and sighed. “The sun rising over the buildings and the distant desert hills, that’s what gets me going again. Maybe music does that for you or maybe it’s poetry. The dawn is like an alarm inside of me. I get up and go running, and I’m reminded that each day is a new one, full of beauty and potential. In the morning, I can almost believe that anything is possible.”
“Idealistic and romantic,” he whispered. “A little like your sister.” He gently turned me around, framing my face in his warm and compelling hands. “And maybe more things are possible than you imagined in the past.”
“Not likely. The problem with the dawn is that it turns into the reality of another day.” I covered his hands with my own and tried to remove them. He could see everything with me like this, our faces merely a breath apart.
“I’m holding the reality I want right now in my arms.” His eyes were more intense than the amber rays of sunlight streaming through the panes. “No more hiding feelings. No more denying what’s between us. I wanna be your lover, Miriam. Your only one.”
“We only just slept together.” I wanted to believe his words, and yet I was afraid. I should be scared. He had picked up on more in one night with me than Frank had after months of dating. “How can you say that? How can you be so sure? You don’t even really know me.”
“I think I know you very well. I know the little things about you like how you lick your lips when you’re nervous or turned on. I know the bigger things like that you have a great sense of humor. That you’re loyal, smart and wickedly talented. That you sell yourself way too short too often. That you are afraid to let others see your true self, so you keep your attributes mostly hidden.” He stroked his thumbs to my quivering lips. “I know you’re better than just good. You’re spectacular.”
“If you really know all of that, really believe it then how…why…” A tear spilled. “No. I can’t accept what you’re saying. I can’t.” I pried his hands from my face. I regathered the remnants of my former heartache trying to rewrap myself in the tattered and familiar insulation. “I fell for you. I fell so hard, but you didn’t want me. So after New Orleans, I slept with any guy who did. Turned out one was an assistant professor at the university. He was a total disappointment. He was settling. He wasn’t you. He was the answer to a question that I already knew. And when I broke it off with him, he claimed that I stole the answers to my exams from him. And everyone that mattered believed him.” I took a step back snapping my spine straight as I remembered that time and how alone I had felt as all the accusations had rained down on me. “After I lost my scholarship, I picked myself back up again. I figured out a way forward. There was no knight in shining armor waiting to rescue me. No king. It was just me. I walked my own path here. I found a new dream. A smaller more realistic one. In a few more years, I’ll have enough money saved to go back to college. Not UCLA, but hopefully somewhere else with a good film department. So you see.” I swiped the regret from my cheeks. “I can’t do this again. I don’t want to do this again. I won’t survive it.”
“I’m so sorry, Miriam. Sorry I hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I think you were mostly right about what you said the other day.” Hands open, his expression imploring, he crossed and eliminated the separation from him that I had regained. “I was scared. I was running. Deep down, I knew if I ever let you in that I would never be able to release you.” He recaptured me. Holding me gently but firmly by my upper arms, he drew me into him.
“You don’t have me.” I shook my head.
“I do.”
“You can’t keep me.”
“I will.”
“This isn’t real.”
“It is. As real as we can make it. As real as you will allow it to be.” Softly, oh so softly, he glided his hands down my arms. His eyes pierced holes in my crumbling resistance, and his gentleness stripped away my remaining pride. “I’m here now. I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m far from a fairy tale prince, but you have me. I’m yours. You’re not alone anymore. Everything I want. Everything I need is with you.”
“Oh, Juaquin. I don’t know.”
“You do know, mi reina. Vegas is a place where anything can happen. A stripper can be a queen. A Southside guy with a rap sheet and a bad temper can be her king. Accept what I am offering. Give me a try. Believe. I’ll believe with you. No more wasting time on the past and things we can’t change.”
Chapter Eighteen
King
“Ok,” she agreed. “I’ll try.” She relaxed her body into mine, and I truly felt like a king. Like I had the power to do anything I wanted. Touch the rising desert sun and take from it every single one of those early morning possibilities she spoke of.
I plunged my hands into her hair and crushed my mouth to hers.
The words for the way she made me feel, for giving me another chance, sprang to the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t speak them. I showed her. With my kiss. With my body. With my passion.
“Juaquin” she breathed my name as if she couldn’t resist me, as if I were the answer to her prayers, as if I had a chance to be worthy of her. “I…”
My cell rang in my pocket. I wanted to ignore it. I had her right where I wanted her, but I had that feeling in my gut that shrink-wrapped time. A premonition. I removed my lips from the hollow of her shoulder and took the call.
“Hermano. ¿Qué onda?” What’s up?
“How are things between you and Miriam?”
“She’s in my arms right now at this very moment.” Tucking her in my embrace, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She gazed up at me, disappointment in her eyes. Ah, she didn’t appreciate my brother’s interruption. I liked that. I sent her a look that said ‘I’d make up for it soon’. “She’s a gift. One I don’t deserve.”
“See what good things happen when you follow my advice. You owe me, he
rmano.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” I laughed, and he laughed with me because we both knew he was right. I would have fucked away my chance with Miriam if I had kept playing her the way Jorge had suggested.
“Hey. I’ll leave you to get back to whatever you two are doing, but I wanted you to know what’s going on back home. Even if our father doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“Cómo?” What? My spine snapped straight.
“He had chest pain again. When he tried to dismiss it like the other times, our mother put her foot down and forced him to go to the emergency room. They recommended overnight observation at the hospital and additional testing in the morning. They’re both acting like it’s no big deal, but Blue and I are heading to Seattle anyway. I just thought you should know.”
“Bueno,” I said good but was thinking the opposite. My adopted brother knew how badly things had deteriorated between my father and me. I was definitely not the favored son. Nothing new there. But Sager was only looking out for me as usual. I had to let the rest go for now. “I’ll settle things here and meet you there.”
I hung up, realizing only then that I had let Miriam go. She sat on the bed, standing when I walked toward her, watching me intently.
“It’s your father, isn’t it?”
I gave her the one shoulder shrug.
“Don’t act like it’s nothing.” I heard most of what Sager said, and I can see it on your face. You’re upset.” Her eyes registered more than a little hurt. “You said earlier that you know a few things about me. Well, I know more than some about you, too. How you feel things deeply and put those things behind a wall. How you bury the stuff that really bothers you even deeper. How you love and admire your father the way I once loved mine. How your relationship has become strained, more since your arrest.” I gave her a sharp look. “You’re in a band with my brother, Juaquin. You guys just got off a European tour. You were with each other twenty-four seven. There weren’t many secrets. It isn’t difficult to fit the puzzle pieces together. Not when I’ve known you for so long and cared about you so much.” She reached out and touched my arms softly lifting her eyes, her gaze beseeching me to understand but still cautious. “Don’t shut me out. You think I can’t feel it? Was everything you just said to me about us starting something real a lie?”
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