Latin Spice (An older man / younger woman romance novella)

by Mia Madison

  I deposited my glass in the sink and wondered what to do now that the weekend was here. With no work to keep me busy, I knew I was going to go out of my mind. A guy could only jerk off so much. No matter how many times I rubbed one out, it didn’t soothe the fire burning inside of me for Priscilla and the aching loneliness that followed afterward threatened to break me.

  I’d seen the heartbreak in her eyes as I drove her back to her parent’s house the following morning. Not a word had been said between us and I realized too late she probably thought she’d done something wrong. I knew women well enough that they blamed themselves for when men rejected them. I hated that I’d hurt her and regretted not telling her why I had stopped. But what was done was done.

  Coming to stand in front of the window, I looked down on the city. She was out there somewhere. She would be in class now and I saw her in my mind’s eye, biting into a pen as she listened to the instructor intently. I tried to think what she might be wearing… a flattering, but not too revealing top and a skirt. Maybe a pair of sandal flats and an ankle bracelet. She’d no doubt be the object of every young man’s fascination. For me, it wasn’t just her looks. She had a quick, playful mind with a hint of shyness. She was a Goddess, one that deserved to be worshipped. If Priscilla were mine, I’d show her how a woman was supposed to be treated; every day, she’d know what it meant to be loved.

  As the afternoon passed and I paced my condo, I grew more agitated. I needed her, like a starving man needed food. I’d been so close to getting her, but if James knew what I wanted to do to his daughter, he’d murder me with a butter knife. I chuckled at that. Let him try, I thought. Priscilla was a woman now and no longer a child. If she wanted me, then why the fuck not? She was capable of making her own decisions. Besides, she had made the first move.

  James. Perhaps that was why we’d been dancing around each other for years. But I was positive he knew me well enough to know I’d treat her with respect. In the six years that we’d known one another, I’d told him a little bit about my former life and how I’d gotten my shit together. Moving out from poverty and violence to a successful career took determination and hard work. He had to know I would take good care of Priscilla.

  Was I trying to talk myself into a relationship with his daughter? Yeah, likely. For most of my life, I had never played by the rules and I wasn’t going to start now. I decided I would give her the option. I shot a text over to her:

  We need to talk. My place tonight at 7:30. Dress nicely and don’t eat dinner.

  I hoovered my thumb over the send button. I was playing with fire but that flame would only expand as time went on. I tapped it and blew out a big breath. A part of me prayed she told me to fuck off, the other hoped she showed up. Either way, I was in deep trouble because only a fool would deny I was totally in love with Priscilla Harmon… and I’d never been a fool.

  Chapter Seven

  Priscilla

  My heart pounded as I inched my way toward Ruben’s front door. I’d been in the campus parking lot when I’d received his text. I had to reread it several times to be sure my brain was translating the text correctly. I couldn’t believe he wanted to see me after what had happened last week! At first, I had thought he wanted to apologize or list all the reasons why we couldn’t be together, but why would he tell me to dress nicely?

  I adjusted my boobs in the blue velvet dress I’d chosen. I’d gone for something a little more modest, the fabric spanning down to my elbows and the hem ended a few inches above my knees. It was still flattering in my opinion and with my hair done up in a loose bun, I looked like Mr. Acosta’s secretary. Sexy, but classy. I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock, but the door opened and a blast wave hit me. I felt like one of those cartoon characters getting their faces blown off.

  Ruben did a quick once over on me, his expression unreadable. He was so gorgeous, his silk black and red pin-stripe dress shirt tucked into a pair of dark slacks. He’d left the collar open, and from what I could see, there was nothing underneath but smooth, tanned skin. I knew he wasn’t dressed for work, because his female—and male—employees would likely die of heatstroke if this was what he wore to the office. The insurance would be astronomical.

  “Priscilla,” he purred, his lashes low. “Please, come in.”

  I offered him a shaky smile and obeyed. As I passed him, I got a mouth-watering whiff of his coffee scent and my pussy throbbed with need. It was going to be hard being in his presence and not jump his bones. I heard the door close behind me and gaped as I took in the dining room table. It had been set with candles and a vase of flowers… and dinnerware for two. I looked to him for explanation and he passed me a secretive smile.

  “Come sit down,” he said.

  I wasn’t sure what to expect but I trusted him. He held the chair out for me like a true gentlemen and I sat. I watched as he poured us two glasses of wine, his movements precise and sure as if he had a plan. I wanted to ask what was going on but I couldn’t find my words.

  “How does Greek chicken and potatoes sound?” he inquired.

  “You cooked?”

  Ruben rumbled a laugh and a chill went through me. I loved that sound on his lips. “You give me too much credit. Unfortunately, I’m a disaster in the kitchen but I catered from one of the finest Greek restaurants in this city.”

  “Oh.” It was all I could say. My mind was a tangle of thoughts and emotions. It meant a lot that he’d gone out of his way to dine me but I wasn’t sure if it were a pity food or… “That’s fine, thanks.”

  He disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later with two plates. He set one in front of me, the scent of lemon and starch going right to my belly. I’d had a light lunch and per his instructions, hadn’t eaten dinner. I was starving, but my stomach was a ball of nerves. I muttered a thanks as he took his seat at the other end of the table. Flowers, candles and wine suggested something very specific, but I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. I sampled the potatoes, wondering if this was a mistake. I didn’t want to be hurt again.

  “How is it?” Ruben inquired, his eyes on me.

  “Delicious, thanks,” I said and cut into my chicken, the sound of the silverware clanking against the plate sounding loud to my ears.

  We ate in silence, my attention on Ruben rather than what was on my plate. I was captured by the way his jaw moved and the little hum of approval as he sampled his food. And the candlelight had a habit of bouncing off his moist lips so all I could think about was kissing him. He set his silverware on the plate and took a sip of his wine. When his eyes connected with mine, I looked down.

  “I’ve come to a decision, Priscilla,” Ruben said. “I’ve decided that I want you and I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks or says.”

  I gaped and dropped my fork on the rug. He was out of his seat in an instant and came to kneel before me. He retrieved the utensil. That should have been the end of it, but nope. Ruben dragged his hand up my calf as if he’d been wanting to touch me all evening, his thumb stroking over the sheer nylon. His eyes were feral and in them I saw an insatiable hunger. I couldn’t look away. I was firmly in the claws of the predator and it was glorious.

  He cocked a grin. “Let me get you a little more wine.”

  My breath was stuck as he poured some wine into my glass. I took it and gulped it down, my throat parched. He set a little mint in front of me and returned to his seat and proceeded to watch me. He unwound the cellophane wrapping and popped the candy into his mouth.

  “Do you have anything you’d like to say or should we head to my bed?” he inquired.

  To keep myself busy I unwound my own mint, realizing that implied I was so totally ready for this. Erecting my spine, I did my best to appear unaffected. “What has changed since last week when you banished me to the couch?”

  His cheeks rose as if he found my word choices amusing. “Do I need to list all the reasons why we shouldn’t do this? I think you are completely aware of every single one. But I h
ave a tendency to break the rules. I’m prone to doing what I want and I’m not about to quit now. That’s me saying that I’m in. Now, if you have any doubts or reservations, you need to go home and never think about me again. No hurt feelings, no regrets.”

  I couldn’t believe what he was offering. Of course, I wanted it, but him saying it out loud was shocking. I bit down on my candy, the mint crunching. I eyed him steadily, silently letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere. He smiled as if he liked that and popped the third button of his shirt. My insides tightened. He got to his feet and stalked toward me. I tracked every movement of his body, surprised by how much he resembled an apex predator. He held his hand out to me and I didn’t hesitate to take it, his palm warm and firm. I needed his guidance because I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

  Ruben pulled me to my feet effortlessly and led me around the ceiling-to-floor shades where a giant bed covered in black silk sheets sat. Holy God, I was really doing this, wasn’t I? He urged me to sit on the mattress and I obliged. He came to kneel in front of me and took my leg, his hands sliding effortless down to my ankle. He undid the strap to my heel and slipped it off my foot.

  “I enjoy the look of a woman in heels. Please, would you wear them when you are with me?” he purred, his eyes dark with wicked thoughts as he eyed me.

  “Sure,” I croaked as he massaged my foot. I wanted to ask if he had some kind of foot fetish but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. “As long as you promise to do that often.”

  He grinned and pressed his thumb into the arch of my sole and I gasped in pleasure. Mom went to a massage parlor every week and often gushed how awesome it was but I was sure it couldn’t compare to this. Ruben moved to my other foot and showed it equal love, that knot in my abdomen tightening. It was nice being pampered and cherished.

  “Anything for you, baby,” Ruben murmured.

  He slid his hand back up my calf, over my knee and higher. Pushing the hem of my dress away, he exposed my thigh and I gasped as that silky touch went right to my pussy. His other hand came to cup the back of my neck and he pulled me into a kiss. Like last time, it was deep and thorough. I responded to every sweep of his tongue as he explored my mouth, demanding more and more. Surrounding me in his arms, Ruben pulled me flush against him and I parted my legs so he could get closer. I moaned into his mouth as his erection poked my inner thigh. He moved to kiss my neck and nipped playfully, sending a shudder through my body.

  With trembling hands, I undid his shirt and slipped the silk off his broad shoulders, revealing his rock-hard chest. As he played at my throat, I traced the tattoos spiraling across his biceps, the blurry images of cars and guns soft under my fingertips. He stopped what he was doing and watched as I explored him.

  “I always wondered what they were,” I said hoarsely. “I saw them peeking out before, but never knew what they were.”

  “They’re not important,” he said and guided me back to his lips.

  As he took possession of my mouth, I clawed at his shoulders. It was too hot in here and though I knew I’d be naked really soon, it wasn’t going to help. Ruben reached between my legs and I gasped at the subtle pressure of his fingers against the thin strip of cloth covering my pussy.

  He made an animal-like sound. “When I dip my fingers underneath, I’m going to find you soaked, aren’t I?”

  I nodded, and pushed against his hand, pleading with him to give me relief. “This won’t be the first pair of panties you ruined.”

  He barked in laughter and I shivered. He stroked my underwear and I whimpered, the barely-there sensation driving me mad. I needed more and I wanted to know what his fingers felt like in my most intimate of places.

  “Take your hair down for me,” Ruben said, his voice growing more husky by the moment.

  I instinctually obeyed. He fanned my hair out around my shoulders and grazed my cheek with his thumb. The way he looked at me made me feel like the most beautiful girl on the planet and I arched further against him, wishing he would give me more.

  “Soon, baby,” he murmured. “We have all night and there is no need to rush.”

  I nodded, conceding his point, but I was desperate.

  “Will you undress for me?” He inquired. “I want to watch.”

  I stared into his melting eyes and smiled shyly. I’d never put on a strip show for any of my lovers and the idea was a little scary. What if I tripped or did something totally embarrassing? Still, I wanted to please him and if busting some sexy moves for him would get his juices flowing, I was game.

  Chapter Eight

  Ruben

  I got the feeling no one had ever taken the time to appreciate Priscilla for all that she was before. It was in her shy smile and her coy glances and the flush of embarrassment as she came to stand in front of me. I laid on the bed, my pants tight around my obvious erection. I smiled with satisfaction as she did some awkward moves. It was adorable and endearing.

  Priscilla laughed. “This is silly.”

  “You’re a beautiful woman. Don’t be afraid to show what you’ve got,” I said, running my eyes all over her body. I was dying to get her naked but I wanted to take my time and savor every moment.

  She blushed deeper and blew out a big breath. Slowly, she dragged her hands up the sides of her body, her dress rippling under her palms. When she got to her breasts, she cupped them and my dick jerked. The creamy swells looked so soft and inviting that I wanted to bury my face in them. She was testing my patience as she gave me her back and threw me a seductive look over her shoulder. Reaching behind her back, she tugged the zipper down. I adjusted myself as her peachy skin was slowly revealed. My control was shot as she wiggled her ass and the dress fell to the floor. I couldn’t keep my hands off her any longer.

  “Come here,” I demanded, my throat raw.

  Priscilla obeyed and I rose to meet her. I took her lips and I knew I’d never get tired of kissing her. I followed her spine with my palm and cupped her ass. The fleshy globes filled my hands perfectly and she moaned into my mouth. I couldn’t wait to discover all the different sounds she made as I explored her body. I gave her a little spank and her eyes widened in shock. With a chuckle, I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

  “Jesus, you are beautiful,” I groaned as I settled my eyes on her bare breasts. They were pert and perfectly shaped, the rosy nipples hard as if begging for a warm mouth. I guided her back to bed and laid her down, her eyes on me as if she needed guidance. “Relax, Priscilla. This is me. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

  I gathered her in my arms, her tits so very soft against my chest as I kissed her sweetly. It had been so long since I’d had a woman in my arms that I wanted to hold onto her and never let her go. On some weird level, I supposed I’d been waiting for Priscilla all my life. But finally, she was here. She was mine. I kissed my way down her neck and her fingers played in my hair as I lay gentle little pecks around her areola. She made a little sound of need, one that went right to my core as a man and stroked the instinct to pleasure.

  “I want you to watch,” I said. When I had her attention, I flicked my tongue over her hard nipple. Her eyes widened and I repeated the motion. Feeling playful, I blew on the bud and she hissed. Her nipple peaked and I suctioned my mouth over it, swirling my tongue around and around. I growled in approval as she tugged at my hair. I showered her other breast equal attention. When her hisses morphed into low moans, I pressed my hand against her covered pussy. I could feel the heat and moisture soaking her core. The idea that she wanted me so desperately blew my mind and shredded my patience. I tapped her pussy and she gasped.

  “Do you like that?” I inquired, judging her expression carefully.

  Priscilla sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded. I repeated the motion several times until she arched against me. Feeling victorious, I unclipped her garter and stripped her until she was bare to me with the exception of her panties. She smiled at me and I kissed her like I meant it. And I did. I realized
I was totally and undeniably in love with Priscilla Harmon and she was going to destroy me as a man in the most beautiful of ways.

  Chapter Nine

  Priscilla

  I was burning up. My pussy was like a volcano and he hadn’t even touched me there yet—not completely. The way his mouth and tongue had worked my breasts had been amazing and when he’d spanked my pussy… it was fireworks. I was so close to orgasm that I was ready to explode. I’d never had a guy take his time with me. Usually it was a few over-the-top kisses and then boom, he was fucking me until he came… and that was it. Boring and benign. But with Ruben, it was different. It was exciting and new.

  Ruben stood over me, his eyes on my parted legs as he undid his pants. Swallowing hard, I watched as his cock was revealed to me. He was huge! The heavy rod bounced against his thigh and the bulbous, pink head was moist from arousal. He was heavily veined and his nutsack was big and looked so soft. I wanted to juggle them in my palm. I moved without thinking and sat up. Taking Ruben’s cock in my hand, I wrapped my fingers around the scorching, hard shaft. He gasped and tipped his head back and confidence surged within me. I squeezed tightly and stroked him, observing the way his prick moved in my hand. He was gorgeous liked this, caught up in the throes of male arousal.

  Licking my lips, I leaned in, wanting to taste him. I’d never particularly liked giving head, but I had a feeling it was going to be different with Ruben.

  “No,” he rasped and cupped my cheek. “You do that and I won’t last.”

  I couldn’t help it. I beamed, feeling amazing and sexy. It was nice to know I had some power over him. He growled as if he didn’t like being out done and I knew I was in for a world of payback. He pushed me onto the bed and caged me in with his muscular body. I let him have his way, liking that I was at his mercy. He kissed my neck, slowly moving south. He pushed my legs apart with his massive shoulders and I propped myself up on my elbow so I could watch. He kissed the inside of my thigh and my muscles clenched. He rubbed his cheek against my crotch as if he were cuddling a warm blanket.