He dragged his lips across my soft skin and nibbled at my hip bone. I paused and chewed my lip in thought.
“Mmmmm...Yes, Joaquin.” I gripped his hair in my hands. We never got a chance to eat dinner. He told me I was his meal. It was the reason why my dress was thrown on the floor with my heels, as I was arching my back, and gripping the back of his head. He was still clothed and running his tongue up my inner thigh. Logic faded a long time ago when I agreed to get in the car and let him take me to the party. There was something so explosive about our interactions. A deep gravitational pull where both of us needed to be in each other’s presence. Was I a fool? Probably. But neither of us could change the turn of events with me in his bed as he skimmed his fingers over my wet sex. I kept my legs apart, giving him room as he used both index fingers to open my slit and swipe his tongue across.
“Ohhh…”
The scent of my arousal drove me mad. I needed him to be inside me. He grabbed my hips, keeping me from locking his head between my thighs.
“Shit!” I cried out as his tongue explored my backdoor.
No man had ever taken it there with me by licking my asshole. This would be new territory for me.
“I love your taste, sweetheart.”
“Ughhh...Please don’t stop,” I begged, my breath ragged and shallow.
He released my left thigh and claimed my breast, squeezing gently as his tongue speared my canal. I cried out, digging my nails into the covers on the bed.
“Don’t worry; I won’t.”
Joaquin licked and teased me with his tongue in long strokes. In and out, slow, then fast.
My hips pumped up from below, meeting his rhythm. As he held my left breast, I squeezed and tweaked my right one. The sight of him, exploring my body after all these months, was bringing tears to my eyes. No one had ever focused all of their energy on pleasing me fully without wanting anything in return.
“I’m commmming!!” I shouted as he slowly kissed his way up my stomach and breasts.
I gasped right as he pressed against my spot that had me leaking on his sheets. I was exhausted and ready for bed. He teased my soft nipple with his tongue as he lifted my left leg and curved it around his waist. I felt his hard erection pressed against me and the sensation was torturous with every inch. Joaquin ran his palm across my cheek, hovered over my lips letting me taste myself as I dozed off.
“Mmmm…” he mumbled as his right hand pressed against my lower lips.
Two hours later, I woke up alone in bed, under the covers in a white t-shirt. Admiring his bedroom, I saw it was neat, nothing was out of place. Almost as if he didn’t have any clothes. The room was large, with a TV hanging on the wall. His closet was open with all of his pants and shoes tidy. I got out of bed and walked over to the mantle with the fireplace underneath, and it held pictures of a couple with two kids, a girl and a boy. I assumed it was him and his family. They looked happy while posing in front of a house. I saw more photos on the wall of him in Italy and Portugal, posing with other men wearing suits. His father was prominent in the middle with a Portuguese flag. Checking his drawers, I saw all of his shirts, socks, and pants folded neatly.
“Find anything interesting?” he asked, startling me. I turned and looked at him wearing only pajama pants and no shirt. A large tattoo across his chest spelled out Fuertes, along with an arm tattoo of the Italian flag.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop,” I told him.
He walked further inside, closing the door.
“I have nothing to hide, sweetheart,” he replied, taking a seat on the bed.
“Did I pass out?” I inquired, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Joaquin chuckled, staring at me, running his tongue across his lips. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
“You did.”
“That’s never happened before.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Ugh, you’re an asshole.”
“And you’re beautiful with a fiery tongue that needs to be disciplined properly.”
“Let me guess, you’d be the one to dole out the punishment,” I commented.
He smirked.
“Are you hungry?” he questioned.
“No, I need to get dressed and go home, though.”
“It’s late, Sofia, stay here. I promise I’ll take you home in the morning. You shouldn’t be out this late.”
“What time is it?” I looked around the room for a clock. He lifted his wrist and showed me it was midnight.
“Tell me about your tattoos?” His boldly handsome face smiled warmly down at me as I tucked myself under the covers. Joaquin pointed toward the tattoo on his arm.
“I take pride in where I come from. My heritage is important to me, both Italy and Portugal. This tattoo on my chest is my family crest. All the men in our family have them.”
“Tell me about the woman that I saw you with, the first time in Antonio’s. She seemed overly jealous of anyone being in your presence that was the opposite sex.”
“Monica-”
“Monica, nice name. She’s cute.”
Joaquin chuckled at my response.
“Monica is a friend; I’ve known her for the past five years.”
“Wow! I need to go.”
“What does that mean? Sofia, stop, talk to me.” I attempted to get out of the bed and leave. He’d been dating her off and on for five years and never proposed.
“She’s your girlfriend, Joaquin. I’m not a cheater and refuse to be friends with anyone that would allow that to happen!” I spat.
“Shushh. Calm down, sweetheart. Monica understands that I am not interested in her for a relationship. We had an arrangement that was beneficial to us both. I don’t cheat, and I would never put you in a position of being a cheater.”
“I don’t know. I think we took this too far.”
“Get some sleep, I’ll be in the guest room, and I set the alarm to wake you at seven. I’ll take you home after we have breakfast in the morning, and I don’t want to hear any more about Monica. Get her out of your head. Besides, I’ve had a taste of your pussy, and I refuse to give it up to the next man,” he informed me, gripping my chin before he leaned over to peck my lips and forehead. He walked out of the bedroom and left me alone with my thoughts of the past few hours. Had I invited more trouble in my world? I wasn't built for endless nights of worry and pain if something happened, I thought to myself, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, I snuck out of his place and covered my face as I walked through the lobby. I wasn’t against one-night stands, it was something about the look in his eyes that told me this wouldn’t be the last time we would be together. I opened the door, glanced around and saw two of his bodyguards talking.
“Boss know you're out here?”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Alex, Miss Chambers,” Alex said and I looked out of place honestly, because most of the men I’d seen around Joaquin were at least six-two or taller. Alex was just shy of six feet.
“Yes, Alex, he knows, and I have an Uber pulling up right now.”
“We can drop you off. Let me confirm with the boss.”
“No need to do that. I can get myself home on my own.”
“Are you sure?” Alex inquired, and followed me toward the Uber. I opened the back door and the driver called my name to confirm.
“Sofia?” the young girl questioned.
“That’s me.”
“You're that actress, right?” she questioned and I shook my head no.
“Listen, Alex, don’t worry about taking me. I got it from here,” I said and closed the door and told her to pull off immediately.
I looked out of the window at them arguing back and forth with the other guard and I blew out a breath of relief.