I smirk, drinking in the power I have over Gabriela. Her moans only send my desire to push this further over the edge. While leaning down, my lips hover over hers, teasing her with the promise of a kiss. “I have a different kind of torture that I want to try out.” I don’t kiss her lips, and instead I trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and the tops of her tits.
God, she’s so fucking perfect.
Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension building between us. I continue to tease her, my fingers tracing circles on the fabric covering her core. She’s so wet that she’s soaking through her thong. I want to taste her, to feel her beneath me, but I won’t rush this. Not yet. “Did you wear this sexy little costume just for me,mi brujita?”
“Tenía que llamar tu atención de alguna manera. (I had to get your attention somehow.)”
I’m fucked. I know it and so does she.
I move my hand beneath her skirt, feeling the dampness through her thong. She arches her back, silently begging me for more. My fingers apply gentle pressure, eliciting the softest whimper from her. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, Gabriela. Every single inch of you. That day in the hallway in high school when I held you to me and you felt how hard I was. You were fucking mine then. The way you’ve never entertained the idea of dating any guy, tells me you want me too. I hate how much I crave you, how I see nobody but you.”
I continue to tease her, my fingers dancing along the entrance of her pussy, driving her wild with need. I can feel her growing wetter, her body responding to my touch. But I won’t give in just yet. I want to push her to the edge and make her beg for release.
I whisper seductively as my lips find the swell of her breasts, peppering them with fervent kisses. “Tell me you want me, Gabriela. Tell me how badly you need me.”
Her breath catches, and she whispers. “Fuck, I want you so bad, Joaquín. Ineedyou.”
Satisfied with her response, I grip the fabric of her tights, ripping them, and push her thong to the side, exposing her dripping wet pussy to me in the soft moonlight. I lie down, positioning myself between her legs, my cock screaming at me for release. But instead of giving in to temptation and burying myself inside her, I lower myself to her core, spreading her wide, and my tongue flicks against her clit, my fingers tease at her entrance. I’ve never tasted anything like Gabriela, and I knew I was down bad for her before. But now I don’t know what I’m going to do to ensure I can eat her whenever I want. It’s a fucking need now.
“Oh fuck, Joaquín... don’t stop." Her fingers tangle in my mess of curls, gripping tightly, making me groan, a deep one that vibrates against her clit. “P-please,” she bucks against my tongue as it swirls, and I suck on her clit until she holds my face to her pussy begging me for more.
Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of the party outside. I devour her, spreading her wide and taking her to the edge and back, savoring the taste and feel of her. She writhes beneath me, one hand in my hair and the other hand gripping the sheets as she gets close to coming. Gabriela is my new favorite thing to eat—one taste of her, and now I’m a mother fucking fiend.
But just as she’s on the precipice of her orgasm, I pull away, denying her the release she desperately wants. She whines with frustration and desire. “Please, Joaquín,” she begs, her voice desperate. “I need you, please,please.”
Fuck, do I love hearing her beg.
I smirk; my own need is now becoming unbearable, but I won’t be fucking her here in this stranger's bedroom. “Patience, Gabriela. What is it you want? My tongue?” With that, I resume my exploration, eager to push her further and make her mine in every sense of the word. I pull back, making her groan. “My fingers?” Easing my middle and ring finger inside her, I stroke her front wall as my thumb circles her clit. “Or my cum.”
“Ineedto come, Quín. Please.” I love the way my nickname sounds coming from her whimpering lips; hearing it for the rest of my life would be absolute bliss. I feel her tense up again, so I withdraw my fingers, soaked with her arousal. “Your pussy cries so pretty for me, Gabriela. Open your mouth up and suck my fingers clean, but don’t swallow.” Her warm lips close over my fingers, and she sucks herself off, teasing each one of them as she does. I’m so close to coming—I’m nervous that I’ll finish in my pants. The feeling of her hot mouth on my skin is making me lose all sense of control. Pulling her off the bed, I hit the light switch so I can watch the next part of what I’m about to do to her.
“Get on your knees, Gabriela. Don’t swallow, do you understand?” She nods her head and drops to her knees for me. I undo my pants and pull out my painfully hard cock, and I’m only a few strokes away from coming all over her. On her knees in front of me, she silently cries—hot tears run down her face, smearing her eye makeup. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me.” I croon, fisting my cock, stroking fast, bringing myself to that edge.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, fisting my cock while looking down at the girl who has been in every wet dream I’ve ever had. Gabriela Ruiz is on her knees for me. “You still want me? Are you gonna swallow every drop that touches your tongue?” I look down at her. She nods. “Abre la boca, Gabriela.”
Her mouth opens, and I fucking lose it at the sight of her waiting tongue. A primal groan erupts from my chest as ropes of my cum hit her tits, throat, and finally, with my last stroke and a grunt, her tongue. “Don’t swallow.” I growl, dropping to my knees. I wrap one hand around her throat, with my other dragging a finger through the cum on her tits. “Swallow. Now. I want to feel you swallow us down.”
Gabriela does as she’s told and swallows our combined release. I felt the reflex against my hand, and I let out a satisfied groan and turned my attention back to her cum-covered tits. Like a fucking possessive child, I write “Quín” with my cum over them. “Now, when you leave this room, everyone will know that you're mine.”
“I can’t.” She narrows her eyes at me to see if I’m serious. “I have to get cleaned up.”
“The fuck you will. You’re going to walk out of this room covered in my cum, letting every mother fucker here know that nobody touches you. That you’re mine. Then you're gonna go home and spend the rest of the night with your sister.” I rise to my feet and tuck myself back into my pants. Then I hold out my hand to her. She smacks my hand away.
“You’re still such a fucking asshole.” Shaking her head in disbelief.
“Never said I wasn’t one.” I grab my mask off the end of the bed. “Go home, Gabriela.” I grab her by the throat, pulling her mouth to mine, and kiss her, hard. “I’m going home too, in case you’ve got it in your head that I’m gonna go fuck someone else. I’m not. I’ll see you in class on Monday.” Letting go of her, I unlock the door, step out, and make my way back downstairs. I feel like an asshole for not letting her come.
Next time.Because I know there is going to be a next time now that all I’m going to think about is the way my sweet Gabriela tastes on my tongue.
Chapter22
Gabriela
Covered in Joaquín’s cum, my body still tingling with a mix of pleasure and confusion, I find myself on the bedroom floor, my emotions raw and my mind in turmoil. The urge to clean myself off in the adjoining bathroom is strong, but my messed-up head won’t allow it. There’s a sick satisfaction in having him all over me, a twisted reminder of just how much he wants me.
I scramble to my feet, quickly adjusting the skirt of my dress in an attempt to hide my torn tights. The state of my makeup doesn’t concern me; my sole focus is getting to my car. As I make my way out of the bedroom, I hurry through the hall and down the stairs, hoping to slip away unnoticed by Cora or Nat. The last thing I need is Cora stirring up shit with Joaquín, assuming he’s even still here. He did say he was going home too, and I desperately want to believe him.
The front door is in sight, and I’m almost within reach when a firm hand grabs hold of my arm. It’s Natalie—her speech slurred from one too many drinks. “We’ve been looking all over for you!” she exclaims, her words slightly muddled.
