I blushed. "Thank you."

"You said you were fine the other day," he murmured. "Is that true?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

His rough hand ran up and down my leg sensually. I shifted.

"Um, but I've been doing better..." I trailed off, distracted by his hand. His hand squeezed my thigh and I felt a tidal wave of feelings hit me.

"Yeah?" His voice was husky.

My legs pressed together. "H-how are you doing? Do you feel any better?"

"Little bit." He kissed my shoulder. His hand bunched up my long hair and pulled it back.

I shut my eyes and felt him kiss along my neck. The pain he inflicted when he bit me only added to the hot pool that started to form in my belly.

He grabbed under my knee and forced my legs apart, throwing one leg over his lap.

He kept up with his touching and kissing and my legs twitched, begging to close.

The feeling was too great so I snapped my legs closed to try and ease the pressure.

Florencio chuckled.

"Who said you could close your legs?"

"Oh god." It was such a turn on how he was talking to me, handling me. He grabbed me roughly and placed me on top of him. My sides stung from his hold and I couldn't get enough.

He slipped off my tank top and goosebumps appeared all over my skin. The lace bralette I wore was lazy and offered no real support or coverage.

I bit my lip when he stared at me. It excited me to know he desired me in this way. I had never been with someone like this. I leaned in and kissed him. My soft kiss was manipulated into a rough one. I whined when he shoved his hips against me.

Take off my clothes.

Florencio left this fantasy in my head since Mexico. When he had me in the shower... I had wanted him to do more.

"Please," I whimpered.

"Please what?" I felt his smile against my lips.

I gulped and pulled away. Reaching behind me, I shakily unclipped the bralette. My chest felt tight and perky.

Florencio caressed my cheek and bent down to take my breast in his warm, wet mouth.

I struggled to breathe. I arched, moaned, begged.

He smashed his mouth to mine. My fingers desperately tugged at his sweater.

"You're perfect, Parker," he mumbled between our kiss. "Fucking know it."

The hot pool seeped through everything I had.

"Let me make you feel good," he begged. He stroked my hair. "Please. I need to."

I choked on my response so I nodded.

He made me stand up and pulled my shorts and underwear off my body.

I know he'd already seen me naked, but I was still shocked at the unusual comfortableness.

Florencio pulled me back on top of him.

I pulled at his sweater and shirt until he got my want and took it off.

He pressed his hot skin to mine and I just closed my eyes, let out a breath.

Florencio dragged his fingers across my hips, lower stomach, inner thighs. His kept teasing me, kissing me until I moved my hips forward. I rocked myself on the hardness beneath his jeans. I watched as Florencio's head fell back. I kissed his neck.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, hungry.

"Touch me," I rasped. "Please, Florencio."

He kissed me softly. I gasped when his fingers traced me. Slow, playful movements that only added to the ache. Suddenly, his finger pressed straight into where all my nerves connected. The feeling shot from between my legs to my limbs. I held onto him tightly as he rubbed me.

He pumped, stroked, and curled. I was whimpering and grinding myself onto his hand. He pinched me and pressed down hardly on my nerves and I bit his shoulder.

The feeling kept building and building until I felt myself break.

Florencio was kissing my neck the entire time, sucking and biting.

I slumped against him, tired.

"Take me to your room," Florencio coaxed, rubbing my back.

"W-what?" I pulled back weakly, still not fully recovered.

He bit the tip of my nose. "Thought I was done?" He kissed me deeply, holding the back of my head, controlling the kiss. I parted my lips.

When he pulled back and stared at me—expecting me to get up, I flushed. Standing up, I tried to ignore the feeling in between my legs that was aflame again. Florencio could do anything to me. I'd love it.

Despite everything we had done together, I still covered my breasts as I walked to my room.

Be confident, Parker.

Florencio followed close behind me. I wasn't sure what to do when he closed the door.

I needed him to guide me.

Sensing this he said softly, "get on the bed."

I did.

"Spread your legs for me, honey."

I gazed at him from the position on the bed. He watched my every movement as I opened my legs.

"I could get off like this." He approached me and drew a line from my chest to where I was soaking. "Just watching you all laid out."

My head rolled to the side. I was going to faint, I was sure. How did anyone survive something like this? The moment was too intense and Florencio had my full attention.

I let out a small sob when he played with me again down there. I was still so sensitive, but I wanted the feeling of his fingers pressing and pushing inside me.

I moaned when he did. The throb and heat was unexplainable. Florencio made me feel and that's all I knew.

Florencio climbed on top of me, pressed his mouth to mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, rubbed my chest against his. Hesitantly, I reached down and unbuttoned his pants. His breath stuttered as he helped me. I waited impatiently as he took off his shoes. I was disappointed when he stopped at his boxers.

He noticed my eagerness and held my hands above my head.

Huffing, I leant forward as much as I could, asking to be kissed. He complied. Shyly, I slipped my tongue in his mouth and bit his lip. He moaned against me.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned. The material of his boxers didn't conceal the shape of him the way jeans did. My legs shook as he pressed against me, thrusting. The hardness was addicting. I bit my tongue to keep from babbling. Suddenly, he pulled away from me completely.

Panting I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Parker." He swallowed, grabbed my hands that I hadn't bothered to move from above me, held them to his chest. "Be my girlfriend."

The warmth I felt started in my chest and exploded in my stomach.

"I know we've been doing this for a while but I want it to be official," he stammered. "Jesus, I sound like a asshole, but, Parker—"

I sat up and kissed him hard.

"Okay," I whispered, because I couldn't trust myself to speak normally.

A small smile formed on his lips.

Whatever sweet moment we shared was taken over by Florencio's rough touches and kisses. My lips felt swollen and so did my breasts.

He trailed his lips down my stomach and I squirmed, uncomfortable. Slightly unwillingly, I let him push my legs apart with his shoulders.

"Wait," I blurted. He stopped at my navel.

"Honey," he hushed, coming back up to my face. "It's okay. We'll stop."

"No! I don't want to stop," I said quickly. Florencio smiled. "I've just never done this before and I want to be..." Good? I wracked my brain for the right word.

Florencio kissed my forehead. "There's nothing you can be but yourself and I love that. Just be you and it's perfect."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." He tugged on my lower lip. "It's all about you, honey. Just lie down and feel."

I nodded, my nervousness slowly fading away. Heart pounding, I laid down.

Florencio restarted his tortuous kissed all over. I writhed under him when he bit my nipple. I didn't even notice his hand go between my legs until he was petting me.

I shouted his name when I felt myself tighten and let go.

Florencio was back where he was before, going under my navel.

I watched him sidetrack, grab my ankle, kiss the small tattoo there.

My hands wrung the bed sheets when he moved back and sucked at the skin of my inner thigh. He was leaving marks everywhere.

The sight of his head near my most intimate parts was scary, but I closed my eyes. I gasped when his warm breath fanned over the place I'd been desiring him. I felt his lips there.

He kissed me how he would my lips. When I wouldn't stop moving, Florencio hugged my thighs to keep me in place.

My back arched when I felt his tongue dive in me. My hands flew to his hair, wanting him to be closer. He sucked on the place that had been throbbing for so long and I screamed.

"Florencio, Florencio!" I cried over and over.

He moaned against me, heightening the already incredible feeling.

"Move just like that," he encouraged. "So good. You're all I ever fucking think about."

My hips humped his face shamelessly, begging for release.

Florencio bit me, pushed his sinful tongue in, traced my nerves, and my body spasmed. I was practically sobbing from the euphoric feeling of finishing. Florencio kept licking me up, prolonging my body's reaction until I saw the stars.

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I woke up dazed. Sitting up, a lingering tingle between my legs reminded me of what happened.

I looked over and saw Florencio laying next to me on his side.

I looked at the clock. Two am. I was slightly embarrassed I had fell asleep after...

"Your mom texted," Florencio murmured, scaring me. "Called too."

"D-did you answer?" I picked up the blanket and held it to my chest.

Florencio rolled onto his back. He reached up and traced the shape of my lips with his finger.

"I couldn't do that." His voice was deep. "She'd know it wasn't you. But I answered the text message."

My heart sped up. "Thank you."

"Said something about staying at Samatha's house."

I nodded, not surprised. I left all the time when things were weird between us. It was usually just to Gina's house though. "That's her boss."

He hummed and pulled my lip down to expose my bottom teeth.

"You know how badly I want you?" Florencio whispered.

The blanket I was holding was on the verge of tearing from my tight grip.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you looked, saying my name, naked..." he closed his eyes, took a deep breath.

"Florencio..." Guilt filled me when I realized I hadn't done anything for him. It's not that I felt obligated to, but I wanted to

I gently turned Florencio's face towards me. Staring at him, I let the blanket covering me fall. I raised myself on my knees.

"Parker, don't." His eyes roamed my body. "I don't want you to feel—"

"I want to," I interrupted. "Please."

He nodded slowly.

Not knowing what to do, I placed my hand on his abdomen. I mesmerized his strong body beneath my palms. I never really got to touch Florencio and I was determined to make up for the loss now. I leaned down and kissed his chest. Trailed my fingers down lower until I got to the waistband of his boxers.

He took a deep breath.

I had barely slipped my finger underneath the elastic when a phone started to ring. No one would call me this late, so I looked up at Florencio, slightly angry. His eyes were closed, face flushed with frustration.

Good. Who was calling him this early anyways?

He reached over to the side of the bed where his pants must have been. Groaning, he answered his phone.

I plastered myself to him. Placing my knees on either side of him, I laid my head on his chest.

His fingers ran up and down my spine.

I wiggled around a bit, trying to get him to hang up the phone.

He was speaking in Spanish and I couldn't help but notice how attractive it was. It always had been, but now I was naked and on top of him.

To stop my movements, Florencio pinched my side and I calmed down. Feeling him beneath me was making it hard though.

After he hung up, I moved my hips again experimentally, seeing if he'd stop me. When he didn't, I smiled.

Suddenly, I was flipped over, my arms held down with his hands, hips restrained by his pelvis.

"So confident," he observed.

I couldn't help it. He made me feel beautiful and I believed him.

When I didn't say anything, Florencio's sighed.

"Honey, trust me I want to stay and see what you were gonna do," he flashed me a grin. "But I have to go. It's a big money thing right now and I have to go help."

I frowned, wishing he wasn't involved in such things. It was dangerous and he could get hurt. Sadness consumed me.

Florencio got off me and put on his clothes. He must brought his shirt in here, I noticed as he put it on, covering the body I couldn't get enough of.

"In the mean time," he said, sitting down and lacing up his boots. "Tell me what you would have done."

"No. You'd have to stay and find out," I tried to tease, feeling awkward for doing so.

Florencio kissed me and his hands ghosted over my breast, torso, thighs.

"Just know that I'm in pain," he mumbled, dropping his head on my shoulder. He scraped his teeth on my skin. "So much."

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