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hausofmamadas · 11 months

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| Our man in Mexico |

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Pairing: Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo

For @narcosfandomdiscord Summer of Smut Alphabet: July 1 - [A] Angry sex

Word count: ≈ 2.5K

TWs: smut, biting, slapping, hair pulling andrea being her bestest, most cuntiest self

“Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking I need you.” After the fall of Escobar in Colombia, everyone's favorite hot-headed, helicopter-shucking Colonel Horacio Carrillo has managed to make it out with not just his life in tact, but with a clean enough reputation to make the DOJ's shortlist of military officials to head up a new military investigation of the alleged collusion between General Jesus Guttiérez Rebollo and the Juarez cartel. He's stationed in Tijuana, Rebollo's last base of operations, where he personally and professionally crosses paths with rebel-with-many-causes journalist Andrea Nuñez, still reporting for La Voz. But when he puts a gag order on all things related to the Rebollo scandal in an effort to protect her, Andrea's fed tf up. And tells him as much. right to his face. Only one question remains: what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? Carrillo fucks around and finds out.

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“Señorita! N— no puedes entrar ahí, por favor! He’s in a meeting. I can’t— If you don’t have an appointment, I can’t let you back there!”

Andrea walked over to the door of the embassy office without a word and barged through, tearing down the hall. The secretary scrambled from behind the desk like a spooked rabbit, little kitten heels click-clacking on the tiled floor as she struggled to keep up with Andrea’s long, steadfast strides. And this, ladies, is why it pays to wear sensible footwear. The poor woman was just doing her job but her frantic puttering and cries of, “Señorita! You can’t be back here!” only served to build the rage in Andrea’s chest more.

She stopped so cold and turned around so fast, the woman’s forehead nearly slammed right into her own.

Andrea crossed her arms. “Mira, vieja. You haven’t even called security, so unless you’re going to tackle me to the ground and throw me out yourself, and—“ she glanced down at the woman’s heels, eyebrow cocked smugly, “—you could try but I don’t think you’d get far in those— I’m getting into that goddamn office one way or another.”

The woman sputtered something unintelligible. Andrea couldn’t be bothered to let her piece a proper sentence together before cutting her off with a curt, “ya eso es lo que pensaba.”

She turned back and kept on tearing down the hallway, closer and closer to the door marked, ‘Colonel Horacio Carrillo’ in block letters that were just as uppity and patronizing as he was. Or maybe it was just because it was his office, the arrogant prick.

Sure, he was a legend back in Colombia. Sure, he helped take down the biggest, baddest drug trafficker the world had ever seen. But if this asshole thought a gag order was gonna fly in the wake of Rebollo’s mess — which, oh by the way, she helped to expose — he was deader than General Jesus Gutiérrez Rebollo’s reputation. She refused to be cowed by the AFO goons who followed her to her car on late nights after work. She certainly wasn’t going to be intimidated by this Colombian haircut. He wasn’t even threatening to slash her tires. So, what was a bit of healthy confrontation between friendly colleagues? Making an appointment would’ve just spoiled the mood.

As her hand landed on the door handle, she smirked at the sound of muffled voices inside. Huh. So, he really was conducting business. In Mexico, “he’s in a meeting,” was usually code for he’s actually chain smoking at his desk, on the phone chatting away with his mistress on company time. But no, it seemed Carrillo hadn’t been dodging the press. Maybe just her calls.

For a split second and against her own will, the image of him sitting at the bar flashed in her mind. The night she met him. Well, not him, him. Not as she knew him now, no more than a stranger, dressed like a dad, but in well-tailored khakis and a grey polo that fit far too smartly for him to actually be anyone’s dad. She’d come to find out he was divorced, no kids, so a dad he certainly wasn’t which, if the rumors she’d heard about Search Bloc were true, made more sense and still wasn’t comforting in the slightest. But she didn’t know about any of that yet.

Around here, strangers in dimly lit bars were seldom safe and fewer troubled themselves to even establish a pretense of safety. But he was a different, safer kind of stranger. She didn't know how she knew but she didn't. He must’ve been anyway, since she didn’t usually make it a habit of taking strangers back to her car after some pleasant, cheap conversation and a few shots of even cheaper bourbon.

And yet, that’s where he ended up. The back seat of her stationwagon, his firm lips encased against hers, breath deliciously hot and sticky on her neck, fingers ruthlessly digging into the flesh of her hips as she ground them down onto his, car windows all smudged with insistent palm prints that said something along the lines of, ‘mmm, that’s right. Yes, just a little closer.’ A couple of months later and those stupid smudges were still there. She noticed them crossly when she’d parked outside, moments before accosting the man’s poor secretary. She'd wondered aimlessly if he’d even know what they were if he saw them. Would she want him to? Maybe that’s why she was in such a foul mood. She didn’t know.

Shaking her head, the indecent image dissolved noncommittally into thick, black ink behind her eyelids, like answers disappearing in a magic eight ball. Outlook not so good, ask again later. Oh whatever, fuck off. I don’t even have enough sense to regret the whole thing. So just fuck off.

The momentum of the door swinging open fueled her ire again, and she breathed it in, soaking it up., letting it fuel her. When the handle smacked against the wall, three heads whipped around to stare at her in shock. It looked so rehearsed, she couldn’t resist the urge to crack a sly smile. Carrillo’s nostrils flared. Yeah, that’s right. Fuck off. She strode between the two suits seated at each corner of his desk, to face him across it. He barely moved an inch, elbows propped up on the armrests of that big, obnoxious executive chair he sat in behind the desk.

Leaning forward, knuckles pressed flat on the papers strewn across like all of it was hers, she said cooly, “Sorry to interrupt, Colonel. But you’ve been dodging my calls, so thought it best to pay you a visit. Call it professional due diligence.”

He was fuming, dark eyes lit with indignation and what else was it? Maybe panic. But all that Boy-Scout-School-of-the-Americas training must’ve kicked in because he didn’t miss a beat. “Mm. Due diligence? About what, exactly?

“To ask you a simple but very important question.”

He waited.

“To ask how— after only a few months, just how is it that you think you already own the journalists in this city? I thought the point of bringing in an outsider was to avoid corruption, not perpetuate it by silencing the people’s right to free press. Or is that how you rolled back in Colombia? You and your Search Bloc.”

He knit his brows and, as if he just remembered they were there, glanced at the two men still seated, who watched them with a combination of confusion and the voyeuristic enthusiasm of a housewife watching her favorite novela.

“Gentlemen,” Carrillo cleared his throat and motioned to the door, “we’ll have to pick this up later.” His jaw hardened, eyes moving from the door to Andrea, going from resigned to livid in mere seconds. “It seems, despite her due diligence, Ms. Nuñez must not be that great a journalist because she doesn’t know how to take ‘no comment’ for an answer.”

That was a low fucking blow and he knew it. Well, what the man lacked for in hospitality, he more than made up for in emotional range. One of the men tipped his hat as he stood up and gave a sheepish shrug before heading to the door. The other nearly tripped over his chair on the way out, seemingly unable resist the temptation to observe them with wonder like a couple of zoo animals. Two fingers to her forehead, Andrea gave them a tiny salute filled to the brim with disdain.

Once the door closed, she rolled her head back around to face Carrillo, who looked like he could throttle her right there.

“If I were a man, you’d hit me right now, wouldn’t you?” she said like it was a dare. Ignoring the blaze of shock all over his face, she continued to press, still leaning over the desk. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Carrillo opened a drawer and rifled around for something. He came out with a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, lit it, and then leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

“Well?”

He took an infuriatingly long drag, and exhaled the smoke in her face, so that an opaque cloud now filled the space between them. On purpose. Naturally. This wasn’t his first rodeo with angry reporters. But this was his first rodeo with her. She straightened upright, waiting for him to speak.

“Well, before I can answer that, I have a follow-up question.”

She crossed her arms, swinging one hip out to the side, “O, sí?” inviting him to continue treading on dangerous conversational ground.

Nodding, “Sí, sí,” he flashed a cynical smirk that dissolved into a glare as he looked up at her and gave a perfunctory tap of his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk. “Just who the fuck do you think you are, barging into my office like this?”

“Just who the fuck do you think you are, putting a gag order on all press inquiries relating to Rebollo’s trial?” she shot back.

He dragged long and deep from his cigarette again like it was an oxygen mask, then said dismissively, “It’s a big case. A lot of moving parts. You know the judge makes that call, not me.”

“Wow, you really must believe I am that bad at my job if you think I’m naive enough to buy that bullshit. As if you have no sway with Mexican judges who can be bought for less than a few pesos.” She laughed bitter as battery acid, “Venga ya pues. No me shingües con esas mamadas, cabrón.”

There was a beat of silence before he stood up, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray, saying through gritted teeth, “No. I don’t think you’re bad at your job.” He rolled his eyes, grumbling, “That’s the entire problem. Cierto? Sí porque eres una cachorra con un pinche hueso entre tus dientes.”

Her eyes narrowed. What the fuck was he playing at paying her a compliment like that.

“What? What am I supposed to say? Thank you?”

A tacit desperation crept under his glare now, an equal measure of anger and pleading for her to understand.

Oh, no. That’s when she put it together. Oh, hell no. Her face fell and she dropped her arms to her sides. No. No, he didn’t. He wouldn’t dare.

“No. No me digas que t—“

His glare melted, eyes full of nothing but pleading now as he stepped around the desk to join her on the other side.

“Okay, yes I talked to the judge. But Andrea, I only sugges—“

“No.” She backed away, dropping her bag on the ground. “Don’t do that. You don’t get to say my name like you know me well enough to patronize me this way.”

“You have to underst—“

“Understand?? What do I need to understand??? Hmm? What? That I might get hurt? That my job is dangerous? That journalists in this town have a short fucking shelf life? Or oh, that you what? You care now? You’re what? Trying to protect me?”

“Look, Andrea.” She wished he’d stop saying her name. “I know you're tough. You can take care of yourself. But this is bigger than you and you're not bulletproof. The pockets this Rebollo had his hands in? They’re more dangerous than some thugs following you to work or harassing you in the street. They’ll ruin your reputation, your livelihood, take anything you have, maybe even have you killed.”

“That’s never stopped me before.”

Carrillo pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Andrea. After you’re gone, they’ll come after your colleagues, friends, family.” She could tell he was growing more defensive by the way he strained to keep his voice level. “Corruption on this scale does more than just ruffle feathers. The more you uncover, the further you dig, the easier it is to bury you and anyone you care for. And that’d be too hard to bear for anyone who might be starting t— well, maybe— who does care for you.”

Her chest burned. She was roiling with indignant fury, practically breathing fire, nostrils flared, hands balled into fists at her side. Este pinshe pendejo. They’d been working together for weeks now, and not once did it step outside the confines of professional conduct with the exception of the— well, it was just the one time. She’d assumed they were moving on because of course they were. What was one night in the backseat of her car when they were nothing to each other? Nothing. But now this, all of a sudden, out of the blue. Why? Because. Because he cared. Well, he’d neglected to fill her in on the feelings and the caring before taking it upon himself to violate a boundary, meddling in her work ostensibly on her behalf.

Oh, she was positively— she wanted— but no, she couldn’t— oh, but she fucking could though. She would if she could— she really could actually fucking punch him.

As she stood there, vibrating, ready to go nuclear, he stepped closer. “Now who’s the one who wants to hit someone?”

Barely beyond strangers, and yet, he understood her implicitly. It only made the whole thing all the more aggravating. He stepped closer again, until they were nearly chin to chin.

“Do it.”

She looked up, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“Do it,” he said again quietly, eyes virtually unreadable. “If that’s what you really want. Hit me.”

He was inscrutable. There was no more pleading. No humor. No anger either. Something else. Something baser. She thought about those smudges on her car window.

Her hand moved so quickly, he didn’t even have time to flinch. She slapped him. Hard. Hard enough to send him back a couple of steps. The blood rushed to his cheek, angry and red, as he turned back to face her with an expression of something like dazed admiration. He began to speak but before he got a word out, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to bury him in a kiss so deep, the force of it nearly hurt her teeth. She inhaled the rumble that escaped from the back of his throat like it was a breath of life, before breaking away and shoving him back to sit on the desk.

Hooking his fingers in the belt loops of her jeans, he yanked her close, positioning her between his knees. She felt a tug at her hair as he pulled out her hair band. Catching his hand on its way down her shoulder, she brought it around her waist, sinking into another brutal kiss that had them both gasping for air. As one of her hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair and the other traveled down to palm the bulge in his pants, his hips bucked against hers and she felt a sharp sting as he bit her bottom lip. On reflex, she scrunched her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck and pulled so hard, he hissed.

Oh yeah, that felt good. She’d liked how it sounded and how he looked, head back like that, chin up, throat exposed. Getting lost in those deep, dark brown eyes, she kept him pinned in that position, regarding him for a moment. She suddenly found herself thinking about those nature documentaries on the Discovery Channel, ones where the lions take down gazelles, sharp canines puncturing their throats right there. His skin tasted salty as she tongued his neck in that very spot. If she were a wild animal, he’d be bleeding out on the floor for what he’d done. Trying to save the poor damsel-in-distress reporter from her own recklessness because oh, she can’t possibly know what’s good for her. That wasn't what it was until he made it that way. Co;onel Horacio Carrillo, our man in Mexico, nothing but a mouse in her trap.

Then she said, sincere but grave, “Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking I need you. I’ll never need you.” To soothe the wounded expression on his face, she planted a soft kiss on his mouth and trailed a few more along his jaw, mumbling as her lips made their way back down to his throat, “And that’s exactly why you love this.”

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eroticcspy · 10 months

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Meeting/First Time (Angry Sex/Tension) follow @eroticspy on wattpad for more !

pov: Selene

It was Saturday and I’ve been anticipating his arrival to Ocean City. I have known Roman for about six months now and the start has been rocky. We were totally different people but slowly overtime we got used to each other. I always was attracted to him but didn’t want to admit it because I didn’t want to risk losing our connection in case he didn’t feel the same way.

Well, for the last two months, we started getting a lot closer. He lives all the way in Arizona but occasionally goes to Puerto Rico to visit his dad for his construction projects. Well, we made a plan for him to come and visit me tomorrow and I’m supposed to pick him up at 7:00am. Ugh, I’m so excited to see him but there’s been some problems recently.

We’ve been talking and he would have unexplained mood swings and it caused us to not talk like we used to for about a week or so. I don’t know why it’s hard for him to just tell me about what’s been going on or why he’s changed. Did I go too far with how I spoke with him? No, that can’t be it. I wish he would stop acting so immature and just tell me what’s happening.

He texted me about where to meet him in the airport tomorrow and I just started crying because I hated when I couldn’t tell how people felt. It’s not like if he were here in real life where I could see his expressions and how he acted so I can just guess. I lashed out on him about it the night before that because I do really like him, in a romantic sense. He didn't tell me much except that he was gonna be okay and that made a wedge between us. I don't know if he’s as angry as I am, I don’t think he has the right to be.

Next Morning

Pov: Roman

*exits plane*

As I walked down the stairs, I felt a little bit of guilt. Yes, I was excited that I was finally here but I couldn't stop thinking about Selene and how she’s feeling. I’m not stupid and know that what I did is wrong but I just didn’t know how to express that to her. I love her so much and I know that she knows that. There was always a spark between us and it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced with someone else and I couldn’t believe that there was this wedge between us right now, but it is my fault. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

I walked over to the food court to grab a coffee but I was never really a coffee drinker so I just got the drink that Selene tells me about. She loves caramel and chocolate and things of that nature so I went on to search for a drink that matched that. The closest this I could find that resembled it was a Caramel Cocoa Frappuccino, fuck that was a mouthful.

I got both her and I a drink and then went to wait for her to come and meet me. I have never been this nervous in my entire life. I’m gonna stay with her for two months and anything could come out of this, I’m really excited for this new chapter.

Pov: Selene / 5am

OMG, I hated waking up early. As soon as I woke up I had that brain fog moment where your brain is loading and you remember who you are and what you’re planning to do. I wasn’t gonna put too much work into my looks right now cause I woke up 30 minutes late but I think I can pull it off. I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up for a bit while I layed out my clothes. I entered the shower and I had a magical feeling come over me. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I know I was mad at him but still…this is happening in real life. I closed my eyes and imagined him here in the shower with me, caressing me. I was interrupted by the sound of my cat falling off a shelf, he always did that.

I got out and went on to wear my outfit which was a blue navy plain crop top and some black bootcut jeans and some sneakers. I put on my usual makeup and I straightened my hair two days ago. I just curled it this morning and I loved how it looked. I put on a big jacket because airports were always cold. I kissed my cat goodbye and was on my way.

The drive took about an hour and I wasn’t really that used to driving for long distances so I felt tired after but we made it. Everything was starting to feel surreal and I got a rush out of this. I made my way to the doors and looked around everywhere. I know he gave me the exact number for where he would be but I got lost as soon as I went in.

Pov: Roman

She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago so I gave her a call.

📱….

Roman: Hey Selene

Selene: Yes i know, I’m lost

Roman: Stay where you are, just tell me where you are

Selene: I can find you myself you know

Roman: Clearly you can’t and I don’t mean that in a harsh way. Let’s make this easier for both of us. Tell me where you are okay

Selene: ugh fine…

Roman: Save that attitude for later, tell me where you are

Selene: Well I don’t know for certain but I’m where there's a big “A” sign and there’s a small McDonalds here.

Roman: Stay where you are, I know exactly where that is.

Selene: Okay, see you soon.

Pov:Selene

Okay this feels way too real now. I can’t stop shaking omg…

I didn’t know where to stand because I didn’t know what side he was gonna come out of so I just kept spinning in circles like an idiot.

There he was…

I don’t know if he saw me yet or not but I just felt this rush of excitement and nervousness run through my body but I knew I had to make the move.

I saw that he turned his back around and I was now behind him and I couldn’t lose him. I slowly but quickly walk up behind him and tap his shoulder. He immediately puts his hands around my waist as I put mine around his neck. His hair felt soft to the touch and his skin felt warm and comforting due to the coldness around us. I felt so safe in this moment that I forgot about the problems that we had, I just wanted him to hold me and for us to go home together and spend the night in his embrace.

“Hi” I said to him with tears forming in my eyes. They weren’t sad tears but happily nervous tears. He just kept holding my head to his chest as I couldn’t stop the tears anymore.

“Hey Selene,” he said as he held the side of my face with his left hand, lifting my face up to look at him. I was a crying mess but I didn’t care much, I couldn’t help but admire his noticeably attractive body. From the veins in his hands to the muscles on his arms, I wanted it all.

“I think we should start making our way back,” I told him and so we went on our way.

(An Hour And A Half Later)

We were home now but I could tell he didn’t want to do too much talking. I showed him where the bathroom was and then let him do his thing. About an hour later when I walk out of my room, he’s asleep on the couch with my cat Maya, walking around and staring at him.

I call her to come over to me so he can sleep in peace. It was now 7pm and he was still asleep, jet lag is a bitch. It felt weird knowing he was here while I was in my room but I was excited for him to wake up as I had already cooked some lasagna for us. I was sitting at the edge of the couch as I heard a groaning noise and I knew it was him. I loved that noise and it made me go feral. I go up to where his head is dangling from the couch and I whisper to him, “wake up!” he gradually wakes up as I support his head on my right shoulder.

Pov:Roman

Even though I was awake, I still felt a bit tired but I could support myself. The first thing I see when I wake up is Selene and I felt neck pain. I sat upright on the couch and she was there sitting at my feet.

“Finally you’re awake” she says in an exciting voice. I probably look like a mess right now but she comes and sits right next to me.

“Is there anything you need?” she asks me and I tell her no but that I was hungry. She goes to the kitchen and sets up a small table on the floor for both of us. I thought that that was so sweet and it would be a more intimate experience for both of us. I sit on the floor as I wait for her to bring our meals.

“Thank you for everything, Selene”, I tell her and she replies saying you’re welcome. She looked so pretty and I was in awe that this was really happening right now. I just wanted to hold her waist and hold her tight and I could tell that she was nervous too.

Pov:Selene

Everything was going great but I then thought this was a good time to bring up our recent problems.

“So..are you finally gonna tell me about why you’ve been distant lately?”. He slowly drops his fork and gives me a kind of surprised look.

“I know that you know what I’m referring to Roman” I look down as to not make it more tense for him.

“Selene, I promise it’s not that big of a deal and it’s over now”.

“What do you mean it’s over now? You started only texting me in the afternoon, leaving me on delivery for hours at a time, and ignoring some of my calls and just overall haven’t been fully participating. Can you please tell me what's wrong and what I did wrong so that we can fix this. We literally didn’t talk for two days before this until last night when you told me about how we would meet up.”

“I don’t want to talk about this right now” he says and then he continues to eat.

“You can’t disrespect me like this, especially for something so simple. I’m not the crazy one here and you know that” fuck..tears were forming up. I could never argue with someone without crying and I already knew that this argument was coming up but I guess I wasn’t prepared.

“Don’t cry” he says while following me as I quickly walk to my bedroom. I didn’t want to deal with this right now and needed some time to think. Before he can follow me, I slam the door and lay down in front of it. I didn’t want to see him but I didn’t want to be away from him. I could hear him sit down at the bottom of my door and I couldn’t help myself but kept crying. Everything was going so well and now this?? I was angry at him but I still wanted him close to me. I sensed when he left and went into the guest room, I didn’t know what he was doing though.

As I closed my eyes and was in a state where I felt like I was sleeping but I wasn’t sleeping I felt a knock at the door.

“Selene” I heard multiple times and then decided to open the door because why not?

Pov:Roman

I knew exactly what Selene was referring to and it was so stupid of me. I started to become distant because I wanted to lose feeling for her…yes I know, that dumb. But I just didn’t think that she felt the same way about me so I didn’t want to be disappointed when I came over to be with her. Why are us men so dumb…i don’t know. This was definitely one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made but I needed to fix it.

I went to my suitcase to change into something more comfortable and the nearest things I could reach were my tank top and shorts.. Not only was it comfortable but Selene would love it I’m sure. As I open up a bottle of water, I spill it all over my tank top great…I really needed this to happen right now. But there was no time to be angry over this.

I then went into my carry on to take out these special candy arrangements that my dad had given me, she really loves chocolates so I think I could at least get her attention with it and make her feel comfortable enough to talk with me. I nervously make my way down the hallway with it in hand and I kneel down the door and knock because I knew that she would be there. Through the small opening at the bottom of the door, I saw her shadow laying there but I couldn’t tell if she was awake or not, so I knocked and waited.

Pov:Selene

I thought about all the outcomes that could come if I opened this door. Yes I was mad at him but I loved him and I did ever since the moment we started talking. I needed him right now not only to hear about his journey but to be comforted by him. I was touch deprived I have to admit and I haven’t really had the physical touch I’ve wanted and needed throughout my life. Not from family or friends because I didn't fully feel like I could be confined to them. My only real friends lived really far away so I’ve had to have mostly just acquaintances and that’s not the best thing.

I’ve fantasized a lot about him in the past and how our time together would be. I’ve always wanted him because I’ve known him for over two years and have seen him through thick and thin, told him about all of my problems, he’s comforted me through all of my moments and shown me nothing but love and compassion. This is the man that I want and I was gonna have him tonight.

I stood up and pushed away the blanket I had brought to the ground with me and I opened the door and there he was but not in the same outfit. He was now shirtless and wearing very thin fabric shorts, it was hard to look away. I backed away letting him in and he towered over me making me feel cornered but I didn’t hate the feeling.

“What ?” I asked quietly while keeping my head down because I didn’t have the courage to look at him.

“I’m really sorry” he says as he brings out his hand for me to hold it but I didn’t. “I know I’m in the wrong and I really want us to talk about it because it’s something that’ll be a really big turning point in our friendship, I really don’t want you to think that I’ve hurt you on purpose, we just need to talk it out”.

I turn around, fighting tears and he waits for me to say something but I don’t.

“Can you just leave please” I try to say in a firm voice but it was broken.

“It’s okay, I understand. You can come to me when you’re ready to talk and you’re not obligated to forgive me, I love you Selene”. He walks out the door, and leaves the box of chocolates at the bottom of my door. I waited a few seconds to go and get them and I had never seen these before. It took a quick search to find out that these weren’t from the U.S but from Puerto Rico. I open the box to take out a square and it had a mango-ish taste to it with some caramel. I eat a few more before I look at the clock and it reads 11:09pm. It was getting really late and my mind hadn’t settled enough for me to go to bed.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him and felt guilty everytime I knew he was on the other side of the door waiting for me. I knew he truly felt sorry because he was an honest person to me always and we would always talk out our problems but it just wasn’t the right time tonight. I try to go to bed but I can’t, I really need him right now and I can’t resist.

I think now is the right time

I nervously open my door and make my way over to the guest room. I didn’t know if he was asleep or not but I still opened the door. There he was laying on his side facing the window and omg he looked so calm and hot at the same time. I slowly made my way around the bed to get in front of him.

“You’re here” he says as he sits right up on the bed.

“Yeah I’m here” I say in a quiet voice. I couldn’t help but notice his features from the vines in his hands to his eyes and muscles. I sit at the edge of the bed looking at him. I feel that I’m too far away from him and go sit next to him instead. I couldn’t help myself when he offered for me to get closer to him. I end up between his legs and his hands wrapped around my torso. I threw my head back making it land onto his shoulder, feeling his breath hit my neck and the soft kisses he gave me as he worked one of his hands from my torso to my chin, holding it up. It made me want more.

I quickly got up and turned around to face him, now sitting on his lap. He wrapped his hands around my back as I held the back of his head and the side of his face. I loved the small whimpers coming out of him as I rubbed on his cock. He crashes his lips into my mouth which throws me under him on the bed. I held on to his neck, feeling the pressure every time we came in for another kiss. He tasted like strawberries and I loved the feelg of his tongue against mine.

He post ironed himself in a kneeling position in front of me and proceeded to take off his shorts. I squeezed my legs together as I was getting more excited by the second.

“Can I ?” He signals to me as he’s wanting to take my shirt off. As he rolled it over my head I could see the carvings on his chest and arms, the way his heart was beating and the way his cock rubbed against my abdomen with every move he made. He comes back on top of me, this time holding one of my legs up and using the other hand to hold on to the sheets as he starts to do a thrust like motion everytime we went in for a deeper kiss. “You taste so good” he says in a breaking voice as he’s giving me hickeys on my neck. Each bite felt like heaven.

I get up and slowly play him down on the bed. I sat myself upright on his abdomen.

He reaches out and places both his hands at the sides of my wais, they felt more.

“I thought you wanted to talk this out” he says in an amusing voice.

“We can talk later”

I started to lay wet kisses going from his mouth to his neck and working my day down to his chest. I started to lick down his torso making my way down to his cock. As I got closer, I could hear his moans getting louder and breathing get heavier. I can feel his precum oozing out onto my bits. I can’t wait anymore and get between his legs, arching my back and starting to lick the tip of his dick. “Auughh” sounds he let out continuously. I loved that I was making him feel this way and could also feel my clit begging for his touch. I swirl my tongue around it, teasing him along the way. As I closed my eyes I felt something come over me and it was him, knees on the bed in front of me.

“Get up” he says, I follow his instructions getting on all fours in front of him. He holds my hair back with both hands as I continuously kept sucking him from tip to base. The gags were not stopping but felt so good as I felt completely overtaken by him, hearing his moans made it even better as I could feel the hardness of my nipples. I can't help it and tears start coming out of my face as the stroking into my mouth continues.

“Look at yourself” he says as I move my eyes up to look at him, both of us making eye contact, it was tiring but pleasing at the same time. I took a gasp for air every ten or so seconds . “Maybe if you weren’t such a whore you wouldn’t be in this position” he says as the whimpers break his sentence. He knew what he was doing and this only made me go harder. I stop, not wanting him to finish yet.

Pov: Roman (🤭)

I let out a desperate grunt as I felt her stopping. I got up, slamming her onto the bed and holding her legs up as she kept squeezing her thighs together and slowly taking off her shorts, I threw them and put them aside as I laid myself down between her legs. I tease her by swirling my tongue around her opening whilst holding her legs tightly. Every moan she made makes me want to go deeper and with more suction.

I make my way to her clit where I slowly start going in circular motions, as I kept doing so, I could feel my cock pulsing as I thrusted myself onto the bedding. I feel a hand going onto my head, holding it down and I keep going, knowing she’s about to climax by the way her whimpers get more desperate. I stop and go get on top of her, taking my left arm to hold hers out onto the bed as we locked our hands together. I slide in a finger and I start kissing her neck as she throws her head back onto the bed moaning in pleasure.

I slid in a second finger this time, thrusting them inside of her as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. “Look at me” I say in a soft voice, wanting to know that she was okay and safe. She looks at me and we share a short kiss as I then start to suck on her neck, and make my way down to her nipples, sucking and nibbling on them as she uses her right hand to push me further down.

She wrapped her legs around my head as she was climaxing, letting out a subtle moan. I feel her legs releasing as she topples over me, making us start kissing again. She put her hand down and started to stroke my cock and stimulate my tip in a circular motion.

Pov:Selene

I looked into Roman’s eyes and took in all of his desperate whines. I lay on my stomach between his legs and start to suck on his cock mostly focusing on the tip. His legs started to shake as he felt that he was going to cum. He started to take deep breaths as he pushed my head down and kept it there as he was cumming. I loved hearing the muffled like sound of his moans and looking at his abs contracting as he regulated his breathing

I lay next to him as he grabs the blanket to put it over us. I turn my back against him and put myself against his front as he wraps his hands around me.

“You did so good” he says into my ear as he gives me kisses all over my cheeks and neck.

“You did great too” I say in a soft and teasing voice.

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