Page 12 of Mami

Briefly, I wonder, what is it about us and cars and sex? Maybe it’s because that’s where it all started for us, where the chemistry first exploded. The who, when, and why aren’t important to me though. Feeling alive, however, is—and that’s exactly how I feel when we’re together.

It’s hard to hold my weight with arms that have never been able to perform a simple pull-up, but I somehow manage. Alejandro is holding his own odd angle, leaning back and working his hips in such limited space. Nothing about this is comfortable, but we’re determined to make it work.

He says something in Spanish that I don’t catch, his voice so soft it gets lost in the music and the rustle of clothing and heavy breathing. I’d ask what he said, but it’s of no consequence. If it was a request, he’ll take what he wants eventually.

“You hear me?” he asks, and I shake my head no. No, I did not. He doesn’t repeat himself, either.

When my legs begin to tire and my bicep starts to burn, Alejandro, with his ever-perfect timing, urges me up and we both stand. He takes a step back and guides me farther into the back with him. Grabbing hold of the bar once again, I bend over, giving him the best angle to slide into me. It’s perfect, allowing him to go deep in long, smooth strokes.

His hand joins mine, bracing himself as he reaches around to rub circles over my clit. A low, keening sound escapes my lips, and my leg quivers at his touch. Gripping his wrist, I feel the muscles and tendons flex as he works me over, and I am once again struck by how much this man affects me.

Headlights sweep over the van again as yet another car passes down the street. The distraction is short-lived, and not nearly enough to give either of us pause. If anything, the danger of getting caught just heightens the sensations.

Glimpsing his hand beside mine, skin several shades darker, veins standing out in stark relief, makes me weak, and I dip down to give a wet, lingering kiss to the back of it. I want to kiss him everywhere. Lick him everywhere. We just never seem to be in the right place with enough time to cover all the bases.

Just like in the rental car, I’m so wet he has a hard time keeping up his pace without slipping out, and as the heat level begins to rise and the air grows humid, our legs also begin to tire, and Alejandro slows to a reluctant stop, proclaiming his need to switch things up.

Good, me too. My legs are on fire and my hamstrings have reached their limits. I don’t care how much exercise I get. Sex and routine exercise are two totally different animals.

He resumes his seat on the box at our feet, leaning back against the metal caging that runs floor to ceiling, and draws me down to straddle him. Immediately, he wraps himself around me, adjusting my pants around my thighs and entering me in one fluid thrust as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I hold him to me in return, closing my eyes as I focus on developing a rhythm that will suit us both.

It’s impossible, this position. Straddling him, my legs are too short for my feet to fully touch the floor, so my toes keep slipping. As much as he tries to help the situation, it’s not working out well. We’re sloppy, like a couple of teenagers trying to work out the logistics of first-time sex, but neither one of us are anywhere close to virgins.

I’d laugh if I wasn’t so frustrated. What I wouldn’t give for a bed!

Without notice, Alejandro bands his arm around my back and lifts us both up. I latch onto his neck and he sweeps one of my legs around his waist while I automatically do the same with the other. Then I’m on my back, resting on the box, and he’s overtop of me. It only took a matter of seconds to get here, and his body never once left mine. If I had time to be impressed by this man’s skills, I’d sing his praises, but he’s already moving.

Lying on a hard, wooden box is not exactly comfortable. In fact, I’m sure my tailbone will be sporting bruises come morning, but being the thoughtful and considerate man he is, Alejandro holds me close to his body, protecting me from the worst of it. And soon, any discomfort I feel is forgotten.

As Alejandro slides into me again and again, I’m transported back to that night in the hotel—the first time we met. This is so reminiscent, yet even more intense, if such a thing is possible. My climb toward release catches me off-guard, and this time, I’m thankful there won’t be any need to stop.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I gasp as I clutch his shoulders and give myself over to the powerful sensations.

Every muscle in Alejandro’s body tenses, and I know he’s on the verge of release as well. Tucking my face into his shoulder, I unleash a moan of pleasure as my orgasm barrels down on me, and it’s only intensified when I feel Alejandro swell within me and he releases a guttural moan of his own.

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