She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but the first thing she needed to do was call Raul and find out why in the name of heck he’d invited them. After dessert was served Joan excused herself. She made a bow to his Royal Highness, who acknowledged her with a smile and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
She thought about going in the house, but she didn’t want to be distracted by the boys or the nanny. Instead, she went around to the back of the tent. There were royal guards stationed outside as well, so she headed to the path that led to the vineyards. Checking to be sure she was good and far away from anyone’s earshot, she finally pulled out her phone.
She didn’t have any service.
“Darn it,” she said.
She saw a hill up ahead with a few buildings, one that looked like a winery the other probably a guest house. Maybe she could get reception there. She started walking towards it, happy to see that a bar blinked into use. The closer she got, the more bars she got, but decided to wait until she made it to the shade of the buildings before placing her call.
Joan heard the sound of an electric cart and ducked inside the open door of the winery. She didn’t want to talk to anyone until she got through to Raul to find out what the hell he was playing at. As she turned into the dark space she ran into something solid.
“Joan?
Joan, is that you?” said a voice she knew well. Too well.
“Antonio?” she gasped as she looked up at the light caught on his face. “Oh my God, what happened to your face?”
He didn’t let go. “Oh, Joan, what a sight for sore eyes,” he said, pulling her deeper into the shadowed interior.
“Antonio, what are you doing here?” she asked.
He put a finger on her lips. “Shhh. Oh God, Joan, I’d kiss you right now but I’m afraid my lip would crack open and bleed all over you. I’m so glad you’re here.”
Her knees buckled. Instead of attacking him, demanding to know about the money or anything else she had planned, all she could think of was how close he was to her and the way his swollen eyes seemed to bore straight her soul. He was still holding her arm.
“Let go of me,” she said, but even she could tell she didn’t mean it.
He wasn’t letting go. He was pulling her closer, scary face and all. She felt his heat, she saw his chest rising. Even with the bruises around his eyes, she could see that he wanted her, desperately.
His eyes searched her face, seeking the same response in return, and she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him too.
She felt his hands stroking her body as he leaned down, allowing his swollen lips to nuzzle her neck. Joan sucked in air and let her head fall to the side, exposing her throat tohis puffy, bruised mouth. He was gentle, but there was heat. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked across her carotid artery. His teeth bit down, ever so lightly.
She moaned as her pussy responded, wetness gushing between her legs.
“Joan, Joan, I’m so sorry about what happened the other night. I should never have left you. I’m so sorry you got into trouble.”
He pressed his pelvis against her, pinning her back to one of the tall oak barrels as his bruised face nuzzled her hair. Joan melted into his embrace, lost in the feeling of him. He pressed against her a second time and she lifted her body to meet his throbbing erection.
Against her better judgment, Joan moved with him to the farthest back end of the non-functioning winery.
She groaned, as his fingers lifted her skirt.
“What if someone comes?”
Antonio ignored her question as he slipped his fingers between her legs, sliding them slowly up the inside of her trembling thighs. Joan held her breath as his fingertips pulled back the inner edge of her lace panties, then continued their upwards motion. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned as his fingers toyed with her juices, making her gasp as he massaged her lower lips and dipped into the channels of her labia before slipping inside her wettest body part.
He moved his hips in front of her, grunting with pain as he tried to lift her on to his upright cock.
“Oh God, no Antonio, you shouldn’t do this. You’re injured.”
“Not where it counts,” he said. He stepped back letting go of her long enough to push his pants down to his ankles. His cock flew out, ready and hard. “I want to take you right here, up against that barrel,” he said huskily, but Joan saw him wince as he tried to lift her.
“No. You’re too injured. Please Antonio, let me do the work.”
Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hand, locking him in place. There was just enough light that she could make out his magnificent cock gleaming before her. She wanted to swallow him whole, but she wanted to tease him first.
Never taking her eyes off his, she leaned her head to the side and slowly licked along his length. He groaned, a pitiful sound that made her body wet with desire.
His cock bounced, as she worked her way back to his crown and put only the tip of him into her mouth.
“That’s enough,” he said, desperately. “I can’t take this anymore.”
He grabbed her head, moving it gently back to the upright position, and moved his cock to her lips. When she opened for him he thrust himself into her, going past her lips, past her teeth and tongue into the back of her throat.
Joan opened wide for him, willing him deeper. She was consumed by his need, his musk. He jammed himself into her face, desperate for her, taking her with no mercy, and she loved every second of it.
All she wanted to do was bring him pleasure. With each thrust, which stretched her lips she opened her throat, taking him deeper and deeper, past the back of her throat all the way until she could feel his hot balls slamming against her lips.
She was becoming light headed, but it didn't matter. She opened her body, her soul, her entire being to his deeping possession of her, it made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered to him. She wanted all of him, she wanted to consume him, to be consumed by him. The world slipped away around her as one pleasurable sensation after another took over and as his body joined with hers.
He came all the way out, and she sucked in air, only to have him plunged in deeper and farther than ever before.
she gulped in air as he ran his throbbing cock head against her swollen lips, coating her mouth with his precum.
“Ready, bella?” he growled, as he tipped her chin up so he could stare into her eyes. Her eyes rolled back in her head and Joan nodded, desperate to have all of him. Now.
This time he gripped her head in his hands, holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her, again and again. “I need you, Joan, never leave me,” he begged as his thrusts grew more frantic. Joan opened herself to him, urging her body to relax, her teeth to pull away, her throat to remain wide and open. As she felt his orgasm bubble up she groped his muscled butt cheek for support while her other fingers reached for his balls, the sensitive skin underneath them, the tight opening to his ass.
His groan of pleasure was loud, too loud, but Joan didn’t care. She relished his pleasure and the heat of his seed as she felt it gushing down her throat.
“Hello?” said a voice from the doorway. “Anyone in here?”
“Shit,” Antonio said, pulling himself off and spraying the last rope of sperm in her face.
Joan, still half in a sexual daze, swiped at the cum splashed on her face. “What?”
“Shhh. Someone’s in here,” he whispered in a low, urgent voice as he pulled her to her feet. He’d already put on his pants and he was moving her quickly towards the back of the winery. He moved her between empty racks. “Don’t make any noise, stay here.”
Joan worked furiously at her face and hair, trying to make herself look presentable while a beam from a flashlight played across the floor. “Who’s in here?” demanded a man in Spanish voice stern. “Show yourself.”
“It’s just me, Ruiz” Anton
io said, stepping out. His breathing was still hard, but Joan was impressed with the casual tone he’d managed.
“Oh, it’s you sir. What a relief. I was afraid we had damn paparazzi sneaking around in here.”
“No. Just me. I got tired of staying cooped up in my room, thought I’d check out this winery. Did Julio tell you he wanted me to come run his winery if I ever stop playing soccer? He thinks I’d be well suited to the life.”
“Yes, actually, he did mention that he’d thought you’d be good at that. But Antonio, I need to ask you to please stay in your room. There are too many people here right now, including reporters. Mr. Torres wanted me to make sure you stayed out of sight, at least until he’s had the doctor take another look at your face. You understand.”
“I understand, of course,” Antonio said. “Can you maybe have someone send me some lunch? I can smell the feast from here and it’s making me hungry.”
“But of course,” said Ruiz. “But, first, let me walk you back to your cottage. I want to be able to tell Julio that I saw you in your room with my own eyes.”
Joan stood there, leaning against the sturdy but empty wine shelves, as her pussy throbbed with need between her legs and her body slowly recovered from their intense lovemaking session.
As footsteps receded, she let out a long deep breath.
She counted to ten, and then to twenty before moving slowly to the door. The cottage was far enough away that she hoped she wouldn’t be spotted.
From her angle, it looked like Antonio was inside, along with the man who’d come looking for him. The electric cart was still parked just outside, she knew Julio’s man would be back soon enough. Not wanting to risk being discovered, Joan bolted around to the side of the winery and started making her way back to the house, keeping herself low until she was certain she wouldn’t be spotted.
She made it to the room designated for her and she locked the door. It took fifteen minutes to shower and change into clothes that didn’t smell of Antonio.