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She stops undressing once only her lingerie remains, leaning back to give me a glimpse of heaven. “Fucking perfect.” Seeing her in steel blue lace has me close to coming in my boxers. “This won’t be soft and sweet, Chispita. You drive me too fucking crazy for that. So if you want out, you better tell me now, because once I’m in your perfect pussy, I won’t want to stop.”

Indecision flashes across her face as I retrieve a condom from my wallet. Giving her the power over what happens next, I toss it onto the bed. Her eyes flit between the foil packet and my face for several agonizing seconds.

When she finally grabs the condom and places it between her teeth, she doesn’t open it. Instead, she pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. Condom still between her teeth, she sits back on her heels to look up at me.

I reach out and lightly grab the packet in question, groaning when she uses her teeth to tear it open. “Fffuck, that was hot, Chispita.”

My comment earns me a smirk, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, she takes the condom and rolls it down my already throbbing length. “Just so we’re clear,” she quips, leaning back onto the pillows, “this doesn’t mean I like you. It just means I like your body.”

I give her a cocky grin, doing my best to pretend her words don’t sting, before I press the head of my cock against her already soaked entrance through her panties. “Likewise, Chispita.”

Teasing her a bit, I rub the tip up to her clit and back again until she’s squirming. My bottom lip sticks out in a mock pout, “So needy.”

Clearly tired of my shit, she huffs at my last words and flips us to straddle my waist. I don’t even get a chance to revel in the sight of her above me, before she pulls her panties aside and slams herself down in a single thrust.

“FUCK!” We cry out in unison. Élise sets a ruthless pace, set on using my body for her pleasure. I reach up and tweak her nipples through the lace of her bra, “That’s right, gorgeous. Use my cock. Come all over me.”

Just as I imagine her clenching around me, I gasp as my eyes fly open and I shatter, spurts of cum painting the tiles in front of me. Holy shit.

Thoughts of Élise follow me as I finish preparing for bed, but only one remains as I fall asleep.

I’m so fucked when it comes to Élise Clément.

1. Esa maldita pasión que tiene = that damned passion of hers

2. El menso = the dummy

Chapter 15

Élise

“You told her to meet us at four, right?” Reya asks for the tenth time since we sat down at Heart and Hollow, one of the most popular local cafes.

The round marble table shakes with the bouncing of her knee despite its sturdy cast-iron base. Mon dieu, she’s jittery.

Sighing, I put a hand on the offending limb, “Yes, Reya. She is coming from the school, so she’s probably just stuck in Friday traffic. Relax, you’re worse than someone on a blind date. Why are you so nervous?”

“She’s almost twenty minutes late! And this is a blind date. A platonic one, but still. What if she hates me? What if I hate her? What if we love each other so much that I steal your best friend and then you hate me?” Her leg, which had finally stopped, resumes its bouncing.

It’s weird to see the confident girl from the stadium’s lobby so nervous and I scramble for something to ease her mind, but a vibration against my ass distracts me. Expecting it to be Niamh, I quickly retrieve my phone and unlock it.

But it’s not Niamh. It’s an unknown number.

Today 4:20PM

901-923-XXXX: I’d say he only drools over you but given that he’s been talking in his sleep about mama’s tamales for the last 10 min, I think that's a lie.

A dark photo accompanies the picture, and it takes me a second to realize that it’s of a sleeping, and drooling, Mateo. I’m assuming that Lukas is the sender given the context. Huh, guess the team is on the plane back from San Antonio.

I quickly save the number, snorting in amusement, before I send off a reply.

Me:

If given the choice between him and tamales, I’d drool over the tamales, too. No contest. Thanks for the blackmail material. Knew you were my fave twin!

Lukas:

Oh avispa, I can’t wait to show him that. He’s going to flip. He thinks he’s subtle, but whenever you come up he turns into such an oxymoron.