The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(69)

Her breath caught as she watched him suck on her index finger. She closed her eyes when he released her fingers only to suck on the inside of her wrist, hard, almost bruising.

Then Chuito forced her hand down between their bodies and pushed her fingers between the folds of her *.

“Tócate. Let me watch, mami.” His voice was low, husky with the rasp of sex in it. “Turn me on.”

She could feel how turned on he was—the evidence of it was pressed against her stomach—but she did as he asked because the way he said it turned her on. She straddled his hips and pushed up, resting one hand on his chest as she rubbed her clit with spit-slicked fingers. She tossed her head back, making her hair fall to her other shoulder in an invitation Chuito took.

He fisted her hair and kissed her neck, before he breathed against her ear. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You don’t sound wet.”

She smiled. “How does wet sound?”

“I’ll tell you when I hear it.”

Chuito used his hold on her hair to tug her head back and sat up, pulling her tightly into his lap. He leaned down to suck on her nipples, first one and then the other, until she let out a choked sound of pleasure.

“That sounds wet,” he told her with a smile, showing her those dimples she loved so much.

Alaine forgot about touching herself and cupped Chuito’s face to kiss him. He grunted against her lips when she arched into the intimate slide of his cock pressed so tightly against her.

They stayed like that, kissing and licking the salty tang of sweat from each other’s skin until they were both breathless. Until Alaine found herself moving her hips, using the brush of his cock against her clit to help quiet the hum of need that wound tighter and tighter the longer they teased each other. He palmed her ass, forcing her so tightly against him she couldn’t move, and she moaned into his ear, “Chu, please.”

“No,” he whispered, and she thought she heard the smile in his voice. She bit at the curve of his neck, and he just groaned in response, running his fingers through her hair again and holding her there rather than jerk her away. “You can’t scare me, mami. I like it mean.”

She moved up to nip at his earlobe and admitted, “I like it too.”

“Mierda, me vuelves loco.” He jerked her head back and kissed her when she gasped, taking her mouth twice as hard as she had taken his. When he broke away, he gave her a hot look and asked, “What do you think this is?”

She leaned in for another kiss. “I dunno.”

He pulled back, not giving her what she wanted, and asked, “Really? You haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Not yet.” She remembered he’d asked the same question last night. “Tell me.”

Chuito pressed his lips to hers. “Calor. Heat.” He sucked on her bottom lip and whispered, “Estás caliente.” He ran a hand down her back, tracing the line of her spine. “Very hot. So f*cking hot.”

She smiled, her lips still brushing his when she understood what he was saying. “Not cold?”

“Never cold,” he promised her. “Always caliente. To me you’re fire.”

“Does it burn?”

“Yeah, it burns.” He caressed her back again. “So much it scars.”

“It scars me too.” She sighed, knowing what he was saying, that it left a mark, one impossible to forget. “We’ll be scarred together, okay?”

“Ay, mami.” Chuito sighed rather than agree, but then he leaned back on one arm, making his body hers to use as she wanted. It was too much to resist, and she moved over him, ignoring the sting of too much sex as she slid down on his cock. She watched through hooded eyes as Chuito’s head fell back and he groaned, “Co?o, que rico.”

It was slow at first, with Chuito’s hand on her ass, guiding her body the same as he did when they danced. She was soft, he was hard, and together it worked. Alaine dug her nails into Chuito’s shoulders and buried her face in the curve of his neck as shuddering, gasping moans of ecstasy slipped past her lips.

They stayed tangled together, suspended just outside the oblivion of release long enough that sweat dampened Chuito’s temples and made the slide of skin against skin slick.

Chuito sat up fully once more. He tugged her hair, forcing her head back, and licked a long line up from the base of her neck to her chin. Then he kissed her again, rough and hungry.

“You gonna come?” he asked her, arching his hips up to make his point.

She shook her head. “I don’t want it to end.”

He was supposed to promise her it would never end.

Instead he growled, “Que se joda,” and wrapped both arms around her, holding her closer against him. Alaine tightened her arms around his neck when he flipped them over and pushed her into his mattress. He grabbed her knee, opening her wide, and thrust in deep, making Alaine arch and moan against her will. He pulled her arms from around his neck, forcing one wrist against the mattress, and said, “I’ll make you come, then.”

He f*cked her hard, fast, until she could barely catch her breath from the onslaught of pleasure. She bowed under him too easily, crying out when the ecstasy slammed into her. All heat, so fiery all she could do was surrender to it as it consumed her.

It consumed him too.