Work Me Up

My arms slide up and over his chest, wrap around his neck. I pull him against me, at the same time that I arch my hips up against him. I’m rewarded with a faint groan that he makes, deep in the back of his throat, his lips still crushed against mine.

“Antonio,” I breathe when we separate, but it’s only for his lips to keep touching me, to kiss their way along my jawline and then down my neck, his stubble scratchy against my smooth cheek.

His lips find that sensitive spot, right where the crook of my shoulder meets my neck, and he bites down just hard enough to elicit a gasp from me. He chuckles then, his breath hot against the skin he just kissed and licked and bit. It’s my turn to groan now, which makes his arms circle my waist once more, possessive.

“I thought you’d never give in,” he says, tilting his face to peer up at me with a sly smile.

“What can I say?” I arch an eyebrow, eying him with a grin. “I’m stubborn like that.”

“Lucky for me, I’m more stubborn,” he replies. And then, without another word, without so much as a warning, he bends down and scoops me up into his arms.

I let out a faint squeal of protest, kicking my legs. But only a little. Because it feels so good to be held like this, cradled against his chest, as he carries me toward a nearby picnic table I hadn’t noticed earlier. He sets my ass on the edge of it, and pauses to kiss me again, hotter this time, harder. I kiss him back like I’m desperate for air, and he’s oxygen, because he pretty much feels like it right now. Filling my lungs, breathing new energy into me.

When we break apart again, he pushes me down so I’m lying along the table, and then he spreads my knees, stepping between them so he can lean in to kiss the curve of my throat, my clavicle, my chest. “I spent all night dreaming about you,” he murmurs. “Thinking about all the ways I want to fuck you again.”

The tightness I felt earlier behind my navel travels down, tenses, until my pussy feels clenched hard with anticipation, my clit a heavy weight between my thighs. God, yes. I can’t remember the last time—aside from yesterday in this same damn garage—that I ever felt so turned on.

“Antonio…”

He pauses, quirking an eyebrow at me. “Selena.”

I wet my lips. Catch my breath. Hesitate, but only for a second longer. “I dreamt about you, too. About this. About you stripping me down and taking me.” Even from here, I can see the hard bulge against his jeans. God, he’s already rock hard. And I remember all over again how thick his cock is, how full he made me feel yesterday. How even this morning, I was still a little sore from him—but a good sore, the best fucking kind of sore.

His smirk says he already knew that. But he’s enough of a gentleman not to call me out. Then he leans in closer, and I forget about anything else.

6

Selena

When Antonio kisses me, I swear I see fireworks behind my eyelids. When we break apart, I let out a little faint gasp of protest before I can help myself. But it’s all right. He doesn’t go far. His hands slide down the curve of my sides, over the arch of my hips, until they move of their own accord, pressing up and against him.

Fuck. He’s already so fucking hard.

My hands slide down his waist, following his lead, as a little sigh of pleasure escapes me.

“I love all those sounds you make,” Antonio murmurs, from where his lips are pressed against my neck now. He nips at my skin, just hard enough to make me shiver, and chuckles under his breath. “I love when you do that, too. You’re so easy to get riled up…”

“Are you calling me easy?” I say, but I’m grinning, because my hands have reached his jeans, and I slide one down the front to grip his cock tightly between us. God. Just the outline of that glorious fucking cock between my fingers is enough to get me wet.

“Not at all.” He leans back to catch my eye, wearing a sly grin of his own that also makes my pussy clench in reaction. “In fact, I’d call you difficult.”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s a compliment either,” I tease, my eyes narrowing.

He winks in response, completely shameless. “Trust me, it is.” He leans in to kiss higher up my neck again, and now my jawline, his tongue flicking across the skin just beneath my ear. “I’d rather a challenge any day, believe me.” As he talks, his hands slide to the fly of my jeans and start to undo it, one slow button at a time.