Maldeamores (Lovesick) (Heightsbound #0.5) Page 20

  “Please,” I plead with him.

  “Say it, Belén, I want to hear you beg me.” He thrusts with his tongue again and I’m almost tipping over the edge.

  “Oh my God, Lucky, please. Please fuck me!”

  “No,” he says definitively and gives me one last sweeping lick.

  I recoil from his rejection. I can’t take it again. I don’t know what kind of sick game he’s playing but I’ll die inside if he won’t have me after this.

  Lucky moves swiftly up my body until we come face to face. His eye contact is dark and intense; I can’t take his scrutiny.

  With one swift movement he reaches down and releases his cock; he’s immediately inside me to the hilt and my mouth falls open in shock.

  “I’m in love with you, Belén. Always have been. I don’t want to fuck you—I want to be the first man to make love to you.”

  His eyes hold mine and I think they glass over in emotion. Lucky is inside me, he’s thick and huge and his cock pulsates and jumps in anticipation. And I orgasm. Right there without moving an inch. Cries fall out of my mouth and my muscles clamp down and milk him. I tip my head back as the cries soften and my body trembles all over.

  I love him. Lucky. The only one. Finally.

  I’m glazed and the orgasm still pulses through me like cooling embers. I look at Lucky’s face and he seems enraptured. He starts to fuck me ever so sweetly. He bends one of my knees up and slides all the way into me. His cock is amazing, it’s the feeling I’ve always wanted. Being taken by him, my own body feeding his pleasure.

  He slides his hands under me and grabs my ass, then assaults my mouth again with his hungry kiss. I pull his tongue into my mouth and suck ever so gently as I push back into his thrusts, my hips meeting his stroke for stroke, picking up his rhythm. His testicles hit my other entry, igniting swirls of pleasure that frighten me. I want Lucky inside me in every possible hole, in every single way possible, I want him to take me.

  “Belén, I can’t hold out much longer. You’re killing me,” he rasps.

  I kiss him back softly and he groans into my mouth. I thrust my hips faster and his pubic bone hits the bundle of nerves, setting off the birth of another orgasm that starts in the base of my spine.

  “I’m gonna come, Lucky. I’m coming!”

  My words turn into a yell, without even realizing it. The orgasm borders on violence as it rips its way through me. My pussy contracts around Lucky and I can feel his thick girth.

  “Baby, I’m gonna go off,” he says whispering, right on the edge of his limit.

  “Come inside me, Lucky,” I say and the nails from my good hand grip at the flesh of his back.

  “Don’t be crazy,” Lucky says, trying to look stern, but his face is only lusty and incredulous. I can tell that he wants it.

  “I’m on the pill—please? I want your come inside me, baby. I want you to mark me.” I don’t know who I am when I’m talking like this, but it doesn’t matter. I’m in ecstasy, I’m high. I’ve fallen so far in love with him.

  “Bey, oh Jesus! Fuck me!” He shoots his hot semen into me and I feel nothing but gratitude. He thrusts so hard and fast that his own cries vibrate with the movement of his body. I can feel his cock jerk and pulsate like it’s trying to come twice. Then his whole body relaxes and his weight falls on top of me.

  “Ouch!” I say when he crushes my arm.

  “Oh, shit, sorry, Bey,” he says and he rolls off to the side of me.

  I look down at his penis and it’s still perfectly erect and engorged. Lucky sees me looking and grabs the base of his shaft.

  “Now that we made love, I plan on fucking you six ways from Sunday, as soon as I can get this up again,” Lucky says with a smirk on his face.

  I smile at him and he smiles back. It feels like a fog lifts. Like the sun burned off all of the mist. The sky in my mind has cleared. Here, under Lucky’s gaze, I feel sane. I feel free. I feel perfect. This finally feels like the real me.

  Lucky

  Belén falls asleep tucked into the crook of my arm. It’s not as if we haven’t slept together before. But this afterglow is all mine. I took command of her body and I don’t want to give it back. I will fuck her a thousand different ways and eat up all of her virginities. Because, fuck, they were always meant to be mine in the first place.

  I don’t know why I waited for so long. If I’d known the relief I’d see come over her face when I fucked her, I would have done it a long-ass time ago. Maybe it’s messed up but I could see in her face that Belén found her validation in me. Like a sleeping beauty who finally woke up. Even her lips and cheeks are pink and rosy, more than they’ve ever been.

  Maybe she’s been waiting all this time for me to set her free. I was too scared to see it, I guess. Like I wasn’t man enough to deal, like I couldn’t take all those feelings. So Belén had to wait while it took me forever to get my head straightened out. I could have been fucking her since she was sixteen and instead I had to walk away and mess everything the hell up. When all she needed was me to convince her that she was beautiful, that she was desirable. She didn’t want to hear it from anybody else. It only meant something when it came from me and I was too chicken-shit to even say it, let alone ever show her.

  Her confidence, her happiness—God, even her sanity suffered. I can’t believe I tortured her like that. All because I was scared shitless. I wasted years screwing hos when I could have been loving somebody who loved me.

  I dip my lips down and brush them against her neck. She’s so soft and tender, every body part perfect. I bite lightly all along her jaw. Then I pull her out of sleep with a long searching kiss. She barely kisses back; she’s exhausted and her good arm flies up above her head as she automatically tries to settle back into sleep.

  I lick her nipple and gently suck. She moans in her sleep and her legs spread open for me. My cock is so fucking hard from just a taste. I know how warm she is, how silky the slide of her cunt. But it’s a little hotbox with greedy muscles like nothing I ever felt before. I take four fingers and run them through her folds. She bucks gently and murmurs, “Lucky”—my name on her lips is too fucking sexy.

  Grabbing my shaft I lift up and slide right into her while she’s still asleep. Her eyes open fast and then soften when she sees my face. She blushes and I know she was having dreams with me. Dirty dreams from the look on her face and the juice in her pussy.

  “I want to fuck you dirty, baby. Are you ready for all of me?”

  She nods sweetly and has no idea what I’m thinking. That she agrees to anything makes my cock jump and get even harder than it was before.

  “You want to be a slut for me?”

  “Lucky, you can do anything you want.”

  My cock jumps again and a small smile spreads across her face. I thrust inside her hard, taking her up to the hilt. I grind when I get there, making contact with her clit. Her mouth opens in surprise and her eyes go glassy again.

  “How many holes do you have, Belén?”

  “Three,” she says, her eyes now hooded with desire.

  “How many are mine?” I ask, thrusting hard again. I push her leg up and wipe her juice right over her back entrance. She squirms when I press my thumb down.

  “How many?” I ask, sliding in her tight hole up to my knuckle.

  “All three,” she says breathlessly and I take the four fingers that are wet from her cunt and shove them in her mouth.

  “Are you going to regret it?” I ask, thrusting my fingers in deep until she gags in reflex.

  “NO!” she says, finally waking all the way up. Then out of nowhere she pulls back, leaving me hanging. Belén winds up, then takes a fast swing at me. She lands it too, punching me right in the face.

  I reel back in surprise and move my hand to the sting.

  “Holy shit,
Bey! What the fuck is wrong with you?” My face hurts where she connected. It’s my own fault, she used the goddamned right hook that I taught her.

  “No, you won’t regret it, or no you don’t want to?” I ask, confused as to why she lashed out.

  “I’ll never regret anything you do to me, Lucky.” Her face is pulled into a frown and her lips are pursed.

  “Why the fuck did you hit me then, Bey?”

  “That’s for not doing it sooner!”

  Suddenly I feel like I never had a good reason.

  “Since that first day in your kitchen, when I was thirteen years old and you kissed me, you’ve left my heart hanging. I tried to like other people, I tried to get over it. I needed you so badly, but all you ever did was push me away and go fuck other women.”

  Her arm is across her chest and I fucking attack her. I pull her legs down forcefully so she’s back to reclining. I walk up the bed to her on my knees and stick my cock in her face. I grab her hair and my shaft.

  “Open your mouth and fucking show me what I missed. If you take what I give you then maybe I’ll make all those years up to you.”

  I fuck her face without holding back. I know it’s too hard, I know it’s brutal but I can’t fucking help myself. I’ve wanted her for so long that being inside her is all I can think about. She gags and her spit thickens to a natural lubricant. I want to spill on her face and all over her tongue but not before I’m in her ass. I want to be Belén’s first and her only.

  “Get up on your knees, Bey,” I say coldly. I take the thickened saliva that’s hanging off of her bottom lip and, reaching around, thoroughly coat her asshole with it. She moans around my cock when I press in with a finger.

  “You like that, baby?”

  Her head bobs on my cock as she nods.

  “Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like. I’ma do it anyway, but I’ll try to be nice.” I smile when I say it and her eyes widen in surprise.

  I don’t know what’s gotten into me; I’m not usually this harsh. It’s Belén who’s gotten to me—I’ve fucking lost my head with desire. Maybe I can fuck it out of her, maybe we can get our fill. But I know that I’m really just kidding myself. Being inside Belén fuels the fire. It makes me want her more. I want every breath, every smile, every single morning—the moment when she first opens her eyes.

  I pull her mouth off of my cock.

  “Spit in my hand,” I demand. She complies immediately. “Head down on that end, ass up high in the air.”

  She turns around and does what I say. Her perfect virgin ass sticking up in the air for me practically kills me. I slap one cheek hard and she yelps. Then I pull her hips back and bury my face in her crack. I tongue her tight hole until she’s writhing underneath me and pushing her hips back. I take the hand she spit in and wipe it all over her asshole.

  “You trying to tell me that you like that?”

  “Yes,” she peeps, probably blushing again.

  “Then say it. Tell me that you want me to do it.”

  She hesitates for a beat like she’s unsure she can go there, then her voice comes out husky with an edge I’ve never heard before. The sound of it does me in. I almost blow my load without touching her.

  “Please fuck my ass, Lucky.”

  “Can’t hear you.”

  “Please fuck my ass!” She’s squirming under my fingers that are loosening her up. She’s one hot bitch in heat, my tight-ass little cousin. And I’m whipped. I’d lap at her ass for a week if she’d let me. I love everything about Belén and taking her body is the ultimate experience.

  I spit into my own hand and lubricate my shaft. I place it at her entrance and she whimpers in fear.

  “Don’t tell me you’re scared, Belén, tell me how much you like it.”

  “Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispers.

  “Jesus Christ, Belén!” I say, smacking her ass. “I’m fucking crazy about you. Think I’d let anyone ever put a hand on you? Including myself?”

  “No.”

  “You begged me to fuck you, so now I’m fucking you. I want you to come so crazy hard, you’ll never forget it,” I say. I smack her pussy right over her clit and she backs up onto the head of my cock all by herself.

  “You want it?”

  “Yes,” she says, and I see the muscles in her back quiver.

  “Then take it.”

  Belén pushes back and I ease myself forward and slide right into her dark little hole. My dick throbs and I’m afraid I’ll come on the spot. Her muscles are still tensing in fear and her legs are shaking.

  “Lucky, don’t move,” she says, the fear clear in her voice.

  I press into her and a surprisingly loud groan comes from both of our lips. I move slowly, dragging my cock in and out of her tight walls. It’s never been like this before. Belén is fucking amazing. She’s so innocent and so crazy beautiful. All those years of waiting and all of the emotion are almost too much for me. My nutsack is cinched, my dick ready to explode. I put one hand on her ass and, leaning forward, bring the other around to stimulate her clit. She moves with me as I fuck her and I can tell that she wants it. I rub her clit faster because there’s no way I’m going to last.

  Her first scream echoes in my head and my load jets into her ass. I thrust into her as she continues to moan. Her pussy is so wet the evidence is dripping down her thighs. Her muscles start working and I dip my fingers in to feel how hard she milks it. Her cunt still wants more of me. She came to the right place, because I’ve turned into a goddamned animal.

  She falls forward when the orgasm ends and I slip out from inside her.

  She sighs loudly and it sounds like a sigh of perfect satisfaction.

  “That was fucking you, Belén. From now on, be careful what you ask for,” I warn, dipping my tongue into her mouth.

  “I’m yours, Lucky. You can do what you want with me.”

  “Good answer,” I say, tucking her little body under my arm. Her legs curl up and she’s out in a few minutes.

  Seven months overseas and I’ll have this to remember. The fireworks with Belén are fucking insane. I’m more addicted to her than any drug I’ve ever taken. It’s her high that I crave. I’ve always been able to hook up with whatever woman I wanted. I fuck ‘em, I leave ‘em but my heart is left burning.

  But Belén blows my mind; with her it’s always different. She takes me to another place entirely. Only she can do it and I don’t understand why. Belén is the only one who can put out my fire.

  Belén

  It’s not like Lucky and I are going to get married. We aren’t going to call our mothers and tell them “We’re in a relationship—now deal with it.” They would be disappointed and heartbroken. I know my mom would blame herself, and with all she’s sacrificed for me, I wouldn’t do that to her. Lucky and I tell ourselves that the sex might help us get it out of our systems. That we needed to explore those feelings and now we can move on with real life. It hurts to say goodbye to him.

  “I don’t want to tell you I’ll call or write when I don’t know what the situation over there will be like.”

  We’re lying on the couch, my head in his lap. We had sex until our bodies hurt and we fell asleep in exhaustion.

  “It’s okay. I can feel you in my heart and now my body will remember you too,” I say, reaching my hand up to touch his face. What if it could always be like this? What if Lucky and I could lie intertwined on the couch in front of our family? What if we could be real lovers and look forward to more pleasure from one another’s bodies?

  “Before, when I found out you were deployed, I obsessed like a madwoman. I’m going to try not to do that this time,” I say determinedly. If Lucky is brave enough to do it then I should be brave enough to support him.

  “Belén, if you can move on, I wa
nt you to,” Lucky says, but he looks almost choked up. He strokes my hair with one hand while the other sits at the small of my back.

  I nod and sniff. I’ll cry if I say anything.

  “Because it’s not that I don’t want to. We couldn’t have kids, couldn’t tell people who we were, and that’s not even taking into account our families. Tía Betty would chop my dick off. My ma would kill me.”

  “Believe me, I’m aware of the obstacles,” I say, curling into his lap. Lucky’s smell comforts me like nothing else. His touch is all I’ve ever dreamed of and more. “Let’s not talk about it. Let’s just be here where we are.”

  “I’ve got to leave in a couple of hours,” Lucky says, bringing his hand to his brow. He’s distressed, I can tell because I know his face so well.

  “Then love me for a couple hours,” I say and I can feel his cock respond just from my words. We were meant to be together like this, there’s no way I can deny it. Lucky owns every part of me, my past and my future. I don’t think moving on is possible. How could I ever want to move on from a love this full and perfect?

  Lucky pulls me up and I straddle his lap. His hands slide down to my hips and I rock them against him as he pulls me into a kiss. Lucky’s kiss is slow and pure concentrated love. His tongue is velvet and softly commands my mouth as his lips slide over mine. I get dizzy from the kiss—dazzled by his blazing love.

  His erection grows between my legs and it calls the wetness right out of me. I can feel my panties getting damp and my body readies itself. I rock gently against him and he grabs a handful of flesh where my hip meets my ass. His mouth moves from gentle to dominant, but there’s still so much love in it. Lucky tears my tank top up over my head and tosses it across the room.

  “You should put your sling back on,” Lucky says, kissing my arm.

  “I can’t wear that thing. It makes me feel tied up.”