Later, I curl against him on the balcony outside our room. And with my head on his chest and his hand stroking my hair, we watch the sun dip low until it melts into the ocean. I’m not thinking about any of it; none of the worry or the reality of what life might have in store for us, because in that matter, it just doesn’t matter.
And I never, ever want this to end, except I know it has to.
Just, not right now; not yet.
23
Javier
Chelsea frowns into the phone, chewing on her lip as some asshole on the other end of the line screams at her. It's probably that dickhead Koufax she's been talking to, the guy that keeps jerking us around; telling us to lie low, then jump the country, and who even knows what next.
“Yes- yes sir, of course.”
God, I can't even imagine using words of respect and power like “sir” with fuckwits like Koufax. I guess this might be a pretty sure sign of what they like to call my “problem with authority”, but it's also one of the reasons I guess I've never had a “real” job. I can stomach a lot of bullshit, and I can and have gone up against some seriously hard-as-nails motherfuckers. Shit, I've even been in the military. But saying “yes sir” and “no sir” to some asshole you can't even try to respect? No fucking way.
Chelsea's eyes are blazing with all the stuff I'm sure she wants to say to this prick, but she bites her tongue, figuratively, and chews her lips quite literally in this adorable way that gets me smiling and my cock twitching.
Ok, she's also sitting in bed next to me without a single piece of clothing on. I also can't keep my eyes off those perfect fucking tits just begging me to play with them, phone-call to the C.I.A. or not.
I slide closer to her, running one hand up her spine and making her shiver as she whips around to grin at me silently as she nods at something that asshole on the phone is saying. But then my hands slide further around, until my fingers trace over the side of her breast, teasing the skin there until I move them to her rosy nipple. Chelsea’s eyes snap back to mine and she quickly shakes her head “no”.
I just nod a yes in response.
“Wha- oh, yes of course sir.”
I run my hands down to her hips flipping her onto her side and pulling her ass back towards me in one motion.
“What are you doing?!” She hisses, covering the phone with her hand; “Javier, let me talk on the-”
She gasps as my fingers slip between her legs and find her wet and ready for me, and when I push a finger deep inside of her, she bites her hand hard before turning her broken attention back to the phone.
I use my other hand to continue to coax and pull her hips back, until somehow I've got her face down on the bed with her perfect apple ass up in the air right in front of me.
It’s the best view in the fucking world, and it’s exactly where I want her.
I tease the flushed skin of her ass with my fingertips, and she chokes back a whimper as she nods at something on the phone. I'm leaning down then and using my hands to spread her wide open for me, and I groan as my cock throbs at the sight of her like that.
She gasps again as my tongue slips into her folds, teasing her and tasting her sweet honey as I push it deep inside of her. I'm using one hand to pull her by the ass back against my tongue while the other slips beneath to rub my thumb across her clit in slow, teasing circles.
“Are you fucking crazy?” She hisses, trying to look back at me while she covers the phone; “Get your tongue away from me!”
“Get your pussy away from my tongue then, princess,” I growl, before dragging my tongue across her clit and making her shudder against me.
I want to make her come like this; I want to make her explode on my tongue as she does everything in her power not to let the douche on the phone know she's orgasming at the hands of the very man she's supposed to be arresting. But my cock is almost painfully hard, and right then, I want to bury every single inch of it into this perfect girl lying ass up in front of me like some sort of perfect offering.
She hangs the phone up and arches her ass back towards me as I start to tear open a condom and line my cock up with her opening.
“Wait.” Her cheeks are bright red as she bites at her bottom lip, her eyes full of heat as she looks at me; “No, never mind.” She says, her cheeks glowing darker as her eyes scan over my face.
Ok, now I’m curious.
I ease the head of my cock between her lips, making her moan softly; “Spit it out, princess,” I growl, teasing her clit with my head.
“I want you to be bad,” She says quietly, her eyes darting across my face as her cheeks flame with red; “And I want to be bad for you.”
“You have my full and undivided attention.” I say thickly, aching to burying every inch in her molten center, but dying to hear what she’s trying to say.