Page 174 of The Slayer
“Don’t make promises you’re not gonna keep,” he warned as he reached past her, grabbing an ashtray out of the box. He flicked ashes into it and then glared at her. “One more.”
“One more,” she agreed, already leaning in.
“And you promise you’ll do it right?”
“I promise.”
She didn’t even wait for him to blow the smoke into her mouth. She just fisted his shirt and kissed him in hot, openmouthed desperation as the smoke drifted around them like an afterthought.
“You promised,” Chuito growled when he pulled back from her.
“It’s right for me. This is right.” She leaned in once more. “This is what I need. This makes me feel sane again. I don’t even think the stupid pot works. I don’t feel anything.”
“Yeah?” He laughed at her. “Maybe that’s ’cause you’re doing it wrong.”
“Maybe,” she agreed and then parted her lips to him again anyway.
She lost track of how many kisses she stole from him, how many billows of smoke were lost to her need. The room was hazy under the beams of afternoon sunlight filtering in as Chuito gave in to what she needed.
He rolled them over, breathing smoke into her mouth and kissing her hotly. He licked her neck as he flicked the illegal cigar against the ashtray and then pulled at her robe, exposing her left breast.
Rather than kissing her, he just blew the smoke against her nipple, making her suck in a breath. She moaned, threading her fingers into his hair once more, not letting go when he did the same thing to her right breast.
He did it several more times, sucking on her tightened nipples after he was done, making her arch and moan beneath him. He tugged at the tie to the robe, shoving it open, leaving her naked to him, and it wasn’t funny, but she giggled anyway.
He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Still not working?”
“Nope,” she assured him, even if she was feeling a little light-headed, because she was sort of enjoying his efforts. “Try again.”
So he tried again.
And again.
And again.
Until she was giggling and gasping with pleasure, and she knew she was upset, but she sort of forgot why. All she knew was Chuito’s mouth felt really good, and he looked so beautiful, with his big strong arms and cut body.
She tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it off him. “Let me see you. I like your muscles.”
“Ay Dios mio.” He laughed at her, and some of the tension seemed to have slipped out of him somewhere along the way too. “You’re fucked-up, mami.”
“No,” she argued but tugged at his shirt again anyway. “They’re so pretty. You’re so pretty. You make me wet.”
“Really?” he asked as he took another drag off the cigar and leaned up to blow the smoke into her mouth. This time she breathed in just because. “Tell me about it. Tell me how I make you wet.”
“Oh my God.” She moaned and tossed her head back as she thought about all the times she had lain in her bed fantasizing about him. “I love looking at you. I love it so much. I love feeling you against me. I used to stay awake at night just touching myself, thinking about what it would feel like to have you over me like this. Feels so much better than I thought it would. Maybe that’s why I could never have an orgasm. I didn’t know how good it would feel.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked as he put out the cigar in the ashtray. Then he slid a hand down between her legs. He slipped his fingers between her folds and groaned. “Coño.”
This time when he captured her lips, there was no smoke to get in the way, just the two of them, and it felt so lazy, so incredibly decadent. It was as if everything had slipped into slow motion, and she couldn’t imagine a better place to be than right where she was.
Somehow they got Chuito naked, and her robe ended up on the floor. Then all that beautiful, hard, and warm skin of his was pressed against hers. Alaine had never felt softer for him than she did right then as Chuito spread her legs and took her with one hard thrust that had her crying out even though there was music in the background and voices everywhere.
It didn’t matter.
None of it mattered.
All that mattered was Chuito moving in her. Loving her. Making the nightmare of this morning turn into a dreamy afternoon fantasy. She clung to him as she came hard, her entire body shaking, making her realize just how desperately she needed this. To actually touch the beauty. To feel the pleasure. To remember that life wasn’t wholly mean.
