“You know, you can drop it around me.”
He arches a brow at me; “What?”
“The whole bad-boy thing.”
He grins as he grabs my hand and brings it to the front of his pants, making me grin as I feel him; “You think I'm a little boy, princess?”
I blush and roll my eyes; “Hardly. C’mon, you know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean.” He says quietly, dropping the cockiness as he moves closer to me, kissing my cheek and making me close my eyes and lean into him.
“What are we doing?” I whisper quietly into his ear as his lips move to my neck and nibble at the skin there.
“I have no idea, beautiful, but I don't care.” He husks back, kissing my ear.
“Well- I mean what happens next?”
He pulls back and shrugs as he meets my eye; “Why worry about it when we have right now?”
“Because you need to think about the future, Jav-”
He silences me with a soft, perfect kiss on my lips, and I melt.
“Sometimes it's best just to live in the now, Chelsea,” He says gently as he pulls back from my lips; “And the now, here with you, is the only place I ever want to exist.”
Later, we sit on the crumbling altar steps inside the church, watching the sun set over the ocean through the missing back wall of the building. With how nature is slowly reclaiming the place, it's almost like being in a cave, with the moss creeping up the sides and the tropical birds quietly chirping in the rafters.
We're sipping on rioja and munching on the cheese and crackers that Javier surprised me with as I let myself lean back into him.
“You know I talked to Koufax yesterday.” I almost want to swallow the words back up the second they leave my lips. Somehow it seems even worse saying them here in this perfect setting, even if they are inevitable.
“I know, and I figured the clock was ticking.”
“I don’t want it to.”
“Death and taxes, princess,” He chuckles behind me, “The only two certainties in this life.”
“There are others, you know,” I say quietly, slipping my fingers into his; “Certainties, that is.”
Javier growls and rolls me over on top of him, my legs around his waist and his hands on my hips; “Oh, I can definitely think of some other certainties, beautiful.” He leans up to gently bite my earlobe, making me groan against him; “Certainties, like me making you come like you’ve never come before.”
He starts to slip his fingers into the waist of my shorts, and my eyes go wide as I stare down at him; “What, here?” I say, biting my lip and darting my eyes around the space where we are. I’m hardly the most religious person in the world, but it seems like sacrilege somehow, to do that here.
Javier laughs; “What, never had sex in a church before?”
“No!” I say, blushing before I look at him; “Wait, have you?”
Javier makes an exaggerated face like he really has to think about it, and I punch him in the arm before he starts laughing and leans up to kiss my pouting face; “I’m kidding, Chelsea. No, I’ve never done that.” His fingers grip my skin harder, and I can feel his cock pressing hot and hard against me through far too many layers of clothes; “Too much?” He says, nodding at the church around us.
I shake my head, trying not to moan as he grinds his hardness into my mound.
“Good,” He growls, fire sparking in his dark eyes as he starts to push my shorts off the curve of my ass; “Because I’m going to make you see God, princess.”
He rolls us over as he pulls my shorts off my legs and runs his fingers over the damp gusset of my panties. He’s pushing my tank top up over my body, his lips hungrily moving to my sensitive nipples as they’re freed to the air. I gasp as his tongue flicks across one and then the other, sending bolts of electric desire buzzing through me as his fingers begin to move in circles around my pussy through my panties.
His mouth trails down my body, biting and licking and dragging his tongue down my skin until he gets to the waist of my panties. He growls like an animal as he strips them off of me, and I gasp as his tongue finds me dripping wet and ready for him. He’s slow and teasing with his mouth, despite the fierce look in his eyes, and he’s got me riding that wave higher and higher as he slowly guides me towards my release with his tongue working magic across my clit. When I come, it’s his name I’m crying out, raking my nails across his scalp and shoulders as he licks me all the way through my orgasm.
“Get up here,” I gasp, dragging him up my body and mashing my lips against his. I’ve never tasted myself before, but I find my body reacting with even deeper arousal and need for him as I taste my sweetness across his lips.