"It's so good to hear your voice," he said, sounding desperate.

"I wish I could say the same," I replied, easing myself off of Nicolás's lap. I almost whined at the lack of contact, before remembering who I had on the phone.

"Babe, don't be like that."

"Look, Tim, I don't want to talk about it, alright?" I really, really didn't. All I did want was the boy now half a metre away. "I'll call you another time."

"But we're alright?" He asked. "I mean, we're going to get through this, like always?"

"Not this time, Tim. Goodnight." I put the phone down.

"Boyfriend troubles?" Nicolás asked, restoring his arms to rest under his head. He didn't look all that bothered that I'd just accidentally punctured the mood by having my boyfrie—
ex-boyfriend on the phone.

"Something like that," I said, laying down on the sunbed. "He's just a headache. This is where you go 'he doesn't deserve you blah blah.'"

"He doesn't deserve you blah blah?"

I sighed, closing my eyes. "I'll take it."

"How can I judge if he doesn't deserve you or not if I've never met him?"

"Now you're the one giving me a headache," I groaned, sitting up again. "I'm going to bed." I started to walk away, but stopped. "Oh and Nicolás?" His eyes were closed. I hoped he was listening. "Please don't tell anyone about..."

Eyes still closed, he said, "About you jumping on me or about your boyfriend?"

"Ab—" I registered what he said. I went to stand beside him again. "I did not jump you."

"Mm," he hummed, frowning slightly. "That's debatable."

"Nicolás," I ground out, leaning over him. "I did not jump you. Please say I didn't jump you."

"If throwing yourself at me isn't jumping me," he said, opening one eye probably for no other reason than to see my expression. "Then please show me what is." He closed both eyes fully again, smiling in satisfaction.

"Only because you said please," I muttered, before leaning down to him and meeting his lips with my own.

He didn't respond for a moment. I'd started to pull away, feeling embarrassed. Of course he wouldn't want to kiss you, you idiot. But then, as if feeling me getting further from him, he pushed his lips into mine, hard.

There was nothing soft about the kiss. But then, there was nothing soft about Nicolás either. And I liked it that way.

He massaged my lips with his own, likely making them all swollen and pink, but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I wanted was him, him, him. Just for one night. To get it out of my system. And by the ferocity that he was meeting me with, I could tell he had the same thing in mind.

He flipped us so that I was the one laying on the sun bed. I dug my heels into it and pushed myself further up it, weaving my fingers into his hair to take him with me. My hips kept rising to meet his every time his tongue swirled a certain way around my own.

He began decorating my jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses, his tongue hot against my skin.

"I'd call this jumping me, yes," he said against me, vibrations making my legs twitch. Bloody hell, he's good.

"I'm glad," I all but moaned as his teeth grazed against my throat. "I'm not having sex on a sun bed," I told him, firmly.

He raised his head to look me in the eye. Then, lowered himself so that his lips were just making contact with the shell of my ear. "Who said anything about sex?"

My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt his erection press against me in just the right place.

I reached down toward it, my fingers making light work of slipping into his shorts and pants. As soon as my fingers touched his most intimate part, he jolted. "He did," I said.

"I want you so badly," he groaned. I almost came right then and there.

"Then have me," I breathed, running my finger along a vein running down his length. "Just not on a sun bed."

He was up and holding my hand in a moment, dragging me toward the little restaurant. He whipped the key out of his pocket and had it slotted into the hole in no time, and hauled it open not long after that.

Once we'd gone in and closed it behind us, he had me pressed against the glass. It was too dark both inside and out for anyone to see anything if they happened to look in our direction, but it didn't make me any less conscious of onlookers.

Those thoughts were chased away, however, when I felt his hands on the back of my thighs. "Jump." I did as he said and wrapped my legs around his sturdy hips.

I moaned as his clothed erection made contact with my equally clothed core.

My fingers found their way to his shirt and I began unbuttoning the remaining buttons, almost drooling at the sight of his sculpted chest and abdomen. He shrugged it off when the final one was undone, left in only his bottoms.

He kissed along my neck and shoulder, down to my collar bone— all whilst forcing my back into the wall. My legs tightened around his waist as my desire seemed to build and build, only needing one thing to quench it. I rubbed myself against him, desperate for some much needed friction.

His lips paused and his voice was tainted with lust when he said, "You're going to have to be careful if you want me to last."

"I need you," I said, beginning to feel like I would combust if I didn't have him in me right that moment. "Now."

"Patience, mi amor."

I connected our lips once again, showing him just with that how much I wanted him.

He carried me over to a table and eased me down to lay on it, his body hard against mine. I wound my fingers in his hair, tugging slightly. His lips trailed from my own down my jaw, to the hollow of my neck, to the tops of my breasts.

He brought my dress to my hips and higher. I leaned forward slightly so that he could take it off completely. I felt bare in front of him as he ravaged me with his eyes.

"Hermosa," he said, dragging his eyes from my black lacy knickers to the matching bra. Maybe I wasn't so annoyed at Elise forcing me into that VS shop.

I pulled him toward me, running my hands along each dip and crevice of his chest and lower stomach. An indiscreet v-line was on show as I lowered his shorts down his legs slightly. I bit my lip in satisfaction. He joined our lips together again, biting where I just had.

With my feet, I worked his shorts down his legs until he stood in only his boxers. Long, toned and tanned legs greeted me, making me bite my already throbbing lips yet again.

Those glorious lips continued further down, right to where my bra started. He glanced up at me, a question in his eyes. I nodded and lifted slightly, unclipping my bra easily to save him the effort. I let it fall down my arms and exposed myself to him.

His hand on my shoulder was guiding me back to lie on the table, and he hovered over me once again. With my breasts now entirely exposed to him, he hardly let me breathe before taking one awaiting nipple into his mouth. I dug my fingers into his hair, making him groan as I pulled at the strands.

"Oh fuck," I let out, as he continued the assault on my other nipple, tongue swirling around each erect bud.

He kissed down my tummy to the start of my panties. I sucked in a sharp lungful of air as his fingers ventured over the fabric and cupped my heat.

"So ready for me," he whispered, breath on the skin of my thighs, fingers still toying with the lace of my underwear.

I felt like stomping my foot. "Touch me," I tried not to sound too desperate, but I doubt it worked any as I felt him smirk against me.

He kissed up my thighs, sucking and licking and biting. I breathed a shaky breath.

I felt him move aside my knickers, exposing me to him, so close to his face. The next time he spoke, his breath directly hit my heat, making me throw my head back.

"What?" I asked, too busy trying not to orgasm to pay attention to what he'd said.

"Do you want me to eat you out like no other man before?" He repeated.

"Fuck, yes," I said, no hesitation needed.

"No other man will be able to compare," he said, making me almost convulse. "You will always need me to make you feel like this again."

"Nicolás," I forced through my teeth, scared that if I tried it any other way, an embarrassingly loud moan would escape me. "Do it." I lifted my hips, offering myself to him.

His tongue was magical.

Tender yet forceful, massaging yet aggressive. He was able to hit the spot with every flick, pushing my legs further apart to get even deeper each time.

The knot in my stomach was edging towards exploding point. I couldn't hold on anymore.

"I'm going to—" and just like that, he pulled away. I looked at him, frustrated. "What are y—?"

He came back up to face level, a finger on my lips. "I say when you orgasm."

I groaned but didn't say anything else. He knew I knew the only thing to ease me was him. I had to do whatever he wished to make him settle the burning coursing throughout my entire body.

"Please, Nicolás."

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name.

I reached for his pants, my fingers dipping into them before pulling them down his legs. He watched my face as I did. I let out a small gasp.

He was huge.

I looked from it to his face, biting my lip once again as I imagined the sensations he could provoke inside me.

Still with just my panties on, I pushed myself off the table and whilst maintaining eye contact, lowered myself to my knees.

I shifted closer to him, eyeing up his côck.

He made a slightly mangled moaning sound as my lips touched his tip. He was already pulsing within my hand as I ran them up and down. I ran my tongue along the length of him, now very aware of his size. He was going to tear me to shreds.

I took him in my mouth, looking up at him through my lashes to see his head tipped back in ecstasy. Just as he was about to release, I popped him out of my mouth, smirking triumphantly when his eyes shot back to me.

I pushed myself back onto the table, and spread my legs for him.

"Follame," he said to himself.

I watched in awe as he reached into his discarded short pocket and pulled out a condom, rolling it onto himself.

"A little presumptuous, don't you think?"

I let him get up as well, placing my hands on his hips to guide them to my own.

He smirked. "Just aware of how much you wanted me." Then, after a moment, "You ready?"

I nodded, probably a little too eagerly.

With no other warning, he slammed into me.

He was tireless, ruthless as over and over and over, he pounded into me, ensuing pleasure like I'd never known. My fingernails were digging into his shoulders and scraping across his back, toes curling, as I felt my orgasm approach. I was tempted not to tell him.

"I'm c-close," I managed to say as he entered me again. His hand found my breast and began kneading it, drawing my undoing nearer.

"Now," he breathed into my ear. I could feel his slightly damp hair on my skin, and just looking down, I could tell I was covered from head to foot in sweat, too.

At his words, I threw aside my control and moaned into his shoulder as my orgasm hit, full force, my pleasure combining with his own.