#cs x reader

Your muscles contracted in protest when you rolled over in his bed, the mattress softly sighing under your weight. The rustling of the sheets and the golden sunlight making its way through the room was enough to wake you. You nuzzled your head into the pillow again, hoping you'd hold onto the sleepiness, but you were too awake already. Turning around, you found Carlos sleeping on his stomach, head turned away from you and his arms under the pillow. The blanket left a large part of his back uncovered, leaving your eyes free to roam over the expanse of his muscled and broad frame. After two difficult weekends you had an early night in yesterday. He wasn't in the mood to go for dinner in Milan, which made you hurry into his apartment after the race and opt for delivery pizza instead.

Carlos had been a bit quiet, pondering and deep in thoughts, biting on the nail of his thumb while going through the race again in his mind. Before nine thirty, you were both in bed and out like a light - no wonder you were awake before eight a.m. Your hand reached out to caress his back, drawing figures on his skin. Your nails were tickling him here and there, which made him hum in his sleep. He's a deep sleeper; the apartment could explode and he'd hear nothing. You lifted the sheets to crawl closer to him, dragging your fingertips over the lines in his back before pressing your lips to his skin. You felt him stir gently as you left sweet kisses in a random trail.

His shoulders tensed slightly when you reached them, your thoughts wandering off to the sight of them in blue fireproofs, in a white shirt that fit him so well, or when he wasn't wearing any shirt while lounging around on the yacht in Menorca, prints of your nails still visible in them, scratches down his back. Carlos was pulled from his sleep when he felt your teeth in his back, the gentle bite making him lift his head slightly before turning around. He could barely get his eyes to open, hair was spiking everywhere, his hand finding your face to caress your cheek. "Don't eat me," he muttered, drunk with sleep while you moved to straddle him.

"Stop looking so delicious then," you replied, kissing his cheek before letting your hands wander down his chest, finding his abs. "Hmm, no can do," his voice rasped with a chuckle, his eyelids too heavy to keep open when you left hot, wet kisses on his muscled neck. He was so big, heavy and warm underneath you, you felt the coil tightening in your lower belly, heat pooling between your thighs. Carlos felt your mouth moving down his neck, teeth playfully biting his chest while your hand went lower, slipping into his Calvin's before your fingertips brushed against his half-hard cock. A couple strokes of your fingers, a breathy moan in his ear about how wet you already were for him, was enough.

You simply moved your panties aside, sliding down on him and firmly rolling your hips down. You shivered at the stretch that burned through your pussy, slowly accommodating to his size before grinding on his cock. His eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed together and he looked so good. He couldn't get enough of your teeth biting his shoulder, feeling your cunt so warm and wet around him. Hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, finding your tits and perky nipples. You could tell he lost his sleepiness from the firmness of his grip, from his hand pressing to your chest and then reaching the column of your neck, briefly closing around your throat. "Hold still," he murmured, watching his cock bulge in your lower abdomen.

"You're so mean," you pout, fingers curling around his wrist. Carlos' lips turn upwards slightly and he pulls you forward to capture your mouth in a delicious kiss that has your mind spinning. With ease, he flips the two of you around, fingers fisting into the pillow under your head as he starts a torture of slow, deep thrusts that have you on the brink of your release. Your toes curl as his cock rakes over that spongy spot inside you, pubic bone brushing against your clit with each roll of his hips. He grunts and groans when your nails bite into his biceps, shoulders and back. "You're so good to me," he replies to your words eventually, moaning when your fingers tug on the roots of his hair.

It was a warm, sunny September evening in Monte Carlo. The kind where you didn't need a jacket, and you wouldn't sweat like you were in a sauna while wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants. The charms on your bag were rustling, matching the clicking of your heels as you took the few steps from the car that brought you down the pier. Carlos was hosting a get-together with some friends who weren't in Baku to celebrate the podium with him. You could hear the soft music, people standing on the deck with wine glasses, splashes and yelling audible of those who went for a late dip in the water. You looked up to find Carlos leaned against the balustrade.

"Do I have to take off my red bottoms?" you ask, your lower lip jutting out slightly. "Of course, princess," he replies with a lazy smile, pushing himself up straight to walk down the bridge and meet you. "Good to see you," Carlos says, his hand finding your waist while your fingers curl around his biceps. Your glossed lips kiss his cheek, his nose catches a whiff of your sweet cherry-vanilla perfume. "Charles and Alex just left," he hums, attempting to ignore the way you use his shoulder to steady yourself while slipping out of the heeled sandals you were wearing. "Mhm, Alex texted me. I was running late, sorry," you reply. "I'll stay for the after," you add with a flirty smile.

Carlos reaches for your sandals, watching you cross the bridge to the deck in front of him. You look pretty, effortlessly elegant with loose black pants and a cream-colored off-shoulder shirt. "I'll leave 'em here, okay?" he asks, putting your shoes down around the corner, away from the other ones. "Thanks," you reply, looking up at him. He studies you for a second, looking away as he expected you to continue walking, but your hand reaches up to wipe some of the lip gloss from his cheek. "Podium looks good on you," you add before turning around and walking up to the sun deck. Carlos thought it was embarrassing how his blood flowed south.

You were off limits, and it had him fighting for his life and inner thoughts for two years already.

This July you celebrated your birthday as the sweet summer baby you were, reaching the still too innocent age of twenty, while he celebrated his thirtieth birthday barely three weeks ago. You got along ever since you joined Charles and Alex to European races, but when the fly-away season of the F1 year started, it always meant he got to see you every once in a while when he was back in Monaco. "Do you want a drink?" he heard himself ask, close to you, fingers brushing over your lower back and finding the curled, smooth ends of your hair. "Please," you reply, lip gloss reapplied to your already pink, full lips. You're tiny compared to him, especially without wearing heels. He handed you a glass of red, watching you catch the scent of the wine before taking a sip.

Your glossy lips left a print on the rim, eyes flickering back up to his with a sparkle of mischief in them. You knew what you were doing, and he hated it. You craved the effect you had on him, seeing the heat pool in his big, honey eyes that roamed over you like you didn't notice it, the way the corners of his lips twitched slightly and the soft, yet demanding, brush of his fingers over your back. You were eye to eye with his broad chest that was covered with a lilac-ish button-up that accentuated his tan, hair messy from a dip into the water earlier today, a soft, pink glow around him from being in the sun. "What have you been up to lately?" Carlos spoke up to get the conversation going again.

You leaned against the balustrade on the sun deck, head cocking slightly sideways. "Missing your podium in the paddock," you hum with a disappointed tilt of your eyebrows. "Apart from that," he pushes slightly, not missing the way you rubbed your lips together swiftly to even out the glittery red make-up. "Not much," your fingers traces the rim of the wine glass. "It's boring in Monte Carlo when all of you are out," you chuckle. "You've been studying like the good student you are?" Carlos asks, causing your eyes to look into his again. You squint slightly at him, lips curling upwards. "Maybe," you hum again, feeling the warmth of his hand next to your waist on one of the metal rungs of the balustrade.

It would be so easy to cross the line when Charles and Alex weren't there to ride your ass. They have been warning you for any F1 driver over the past two years, and when Charles and Carlos were teammates, especially the Spaniard was off limits. You never thought he'd taken interest in you anyway, being ten years older than you. The electricity that crackled between you right now told you otherwise. You reach into your pocket and twist the cap off, taking the applicator to layer your lips with the gloss again. "So, how was Baku?" you ask, making your way to the seats at the bar on the sun deck that were just abandoned by some guests who were saying their goodbyes to Carlos.

It didn't take long before the yacht was empty, except for the two of you. He told you about his weekend, watching you cross your left leg over your right, sitting between his legs as he spread his thighs shamelessly, broadening his frame. Carlos' fingers were curled around the stem of his empty glass that stood near your elbow, fingertips brushing over your arm every now and then. The touches were subtle, but clear. His eyes were painfully obvious about the way he wanted you. The wine and Alex' advice on sleeping with F1 drivers swirled together in your head, messing up words and making you crave Carlos only more.

The minutes crawled forward while flying by at the same time, the sun had dipped into the ocean already and the moon was high up in the sky. Carlos briefly looked at the prints of your lips on the glass. They were all over the rim, leaving glittery red marks. You reapplied a couple of times throughout the conversation, making him feel out of breath while you swiped the applicator over your plump lips. In a wave of frenzy, your hands curled around his neck to let your lips collide in a harsh kiss. Carlos managed to catch you just before your chair toppled over, easily holding you up against him while you shared a kiss you were yearning for two years already. Your fingers slipped into his hair, making him groan against your mouth.

His tongue licked against yours before taking a trip down your jaw, nipping at your throat and leaving hot, wet kisses down the exposed column of your neck. Your ass hit the bar counter, hips rolling into yours in a way that caused the coil in your lower abdomen to tighten. You whined when you felt his teeth biting into your shoulder in a sweet, teasing way that expressed his longing and desire, greedy hands controlled yet dominantly groping at your hips to pull you closer, closer, closer. "Carlos," you breathed, which made him lift his head. Your hand on his chest made his heart beat faster, and he caught it in his to put it over the organ that was hammering against his ribs.

"Is this okay?" you ask, barely able to look into his eyes as yours dropped to his lips again. "Yes, God, yes," Carlos replies. "Please tell me you think so too." You sealed your answer by pulling him in again, fingers frantically working on the buttons of his shirt until you could push the material off his shoulders. This man... He's so hot, so big, so manly, you swallowed hard at the sight, unable to fight the need to please as you pushed him back a little. Just the sight of you on your knees has him clutching the edge of the counter already, knuckles white as your eyes look up at him, innocent and sweet, while your nails tickle his lower abdomen as you loosen his shorts. He was aching, twitching in your palm in a way he never felt before.

Carlos watches you take him in your mouth, lips wrapping around the head of his cock in a messy way, the spit already covering your chin before you get halfway. "So good, such a good girl," he praises, tiny moments of inexperience peaking through make it all so much hotter. The thought that he was going to ruin you for any other man made him pulse against your tongue. You hum around him when his fingers move into your hair, gathering it at the back of your head. He didn't force you, but guided you down his cock, feeling you gag slightly, lip gloss smeared at the base of his cock. You can't stop looking at his face, his abdomen contracting with tension, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure.

Pulling your mouth off his cock felt like waking up from a dream, and he was gentle, yet firm while pulling you off the floor. Your lips were slick with your lip gloss, his pre-come and your saliva, making Carlos move his thumb over them. "Don't wear it again," he says, knees nearly bucking when you bite your lower lip, your hand finding his cock again, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "Why not?" you purr. "Because it's driving me insane," he breathes, lips connecting again in a haze. Your clothes fly around within seconds, his yacht spins around you while he presses you against every surface he can find on the way to the bedroom. For a second, you're sure he'd fuck you against the door, unable to walk five more meters to the king-sized bed in the middle.

He drops you on the bed, hovering over you like a predator looking at its prey. "Don't be shy," he says before you could blush, as if he already felt the heat creep up your neck before the apples of your cheeks could turn pink. "You're gorgeous, princess." Your stomach dips and twists in response to his words, eyelids too heavy to keep open as his mouth finds your neck again before trailing down your chest, assaulting your nipples and making you leak before he even properly touched you. "Am I your first?" his voice is soft, gentle, yet his eyes demand an answer, fingers squeezing the flesh of your thigh. He's so attentive, studying how you react to his touch. "No," you hum in response. "A shame," Carlos says, and you sense he means it.

"You'll forget your first after me anyway," he adds, the confidence knocking the air out of your lungs. "You're promising a lot now," you hear yourself answer while his hand covering your mound make you buck your hips already. "Don't worry," Carlos' teeth nip at your hipbone. Your head falls back as soon as his tongue licks at your cunt, two wet fingers slipping between your walls so easily, stretching you out and making you arch and writhe for him. The pleasure curls through your veins, torturing you to a peak he didn't want to let you reach just yet. He groans when your fingers fist into his hair again, burying his head deeper between your thighs. You tremble into the orgasm, his thumb rubbing delicious circles over your clit before he moves up your body again.

Carlos claims your mouth again, collecting your wrists over your head in one of his palms while the other slides between your bodies. He swear he'll go insane if more seconds pass before he's inside you. You roll into him so perfectly, your whines sounding so pretty in his ears while the fat head of his cock stretches you further open. You gasp at the hand on your thigh, making more room for him as his splits you on his cock. His hand finds your face, making you look into his eyes. Your heart skips a beat as he stills, the intensity of his gaze melting you further into his body. Carlos' hand moves down your jaw, your throat, your neck, finding your waist. "Let me touch you," you mutter, leaning up to kiss him. He adjusts in his position, sliding deeper inside you.

"What if I want to hold your hands," his nose nuzzles against your cheek sweetly, while the pace of his hips says something else. His fingers sliding over your arms to reach your hands caused goosebumps up your body and a shiver up your spine. His body pins you down so easily, his cock sliding through your walls in a way that makes your eyes roll back. "F-fuck," you moan, loosening your hands to put your nails in his shoulders, rake them down his back and possibly push yourself even closer. "You're so pretty like this," his voice rasps in your ear, lips kissing the sensitive lobe, the squelching sound of his cock entering your sweet cunt echoing off the walls. His muscles ripple under your hands, abs contracting as his body tenses up in a delicious way.

You're unable to grasp how intense it feels, your thighs squeezing his hips while you nearly fight the urge to cry. His hands are everywhere, his cock raked over the right spots. He watched you fall apart underneath him, felt your cunt milking him, his fingers curling into the pillow under your head. You're breathless for a minute, finding comfort in his hand caressing your cheek, thumb moving back and forth. "Do you have anywhere to be tomorrow morning?" Carlos asks, kissing your chin and then your nose. "Not really," you reply, moving some hair away from his forehead, your internal dialogue nearly unable to believe you just slept with this gorgeous, gorgeous man. "Good," he hums, kissing your shoulder before pushing himself up.

Never in your life had you been nervous about Carlos coming over, but when Roberto had texted you and requested to bring extra pastel de natas because he was taking Carlos along, made you feel hot all over. You were an adult now, and you thought your childhood crush on your brother's best friend had faded. Nothing of that was true. You hadn't seen him for a long time. You occasionally joined Teto on track, but as he was often in Japan and the other half of the season was spent with Carlos during his weekends. You saw each other during Christmas, and that was about it. Nevertheless, your brother was your hero, he had always been. He knew you liked Carlos, however, you weren't sure if he ever caught you crushing on him or not. You grew up on track with them, even though you weren't karting yourself.

Carlos was five years older than you, and with his height, his luscious hair, pretty eyes and kind character, he was an automatic crush-target for any teenage girl. You first met him when you were six and he was eleven. It was a blurry memory of a day at some karting track with his helmet on your head, which was way too big and made you look like a stick-character. Where other boys didn't want to talk to you because they thought you were too young and childish, Teto and Carlos gladly pulled you along, never minding your endless rambling, or when you had ice cream all over your face, or when you fell asleep in their tent. When you were ten, Teto gifted you a set of drawing pencils and a sketchbook, so you had something to do at the track. Carlos stood up for you when some boys bullied you and stole your pencils, getting them back for you before you could blink.

When you were thirteen, Teto asked Carlos to pick you up from school when your boyfriend, with whom you had a relationship of a total of five days, dumped you, and you were crying. When you were eighteen, he was the one you called in the middle of the night when you were drunk for the first time and you were scared of what your brother would think of you if you came home like that. It was one of the last moments you had seen him, because when you were eighteen, he was already in Formula 1. You had texted in his first year, his second year a little less, till you barely heard anything from him. And you understood, he was busy, he made it. For your brother, the Formula 1 journey wasn't as easy. It took a toll on the family as well, because it was crazy expensive. It meant that all money was put into Teto's career.

It meant that you had to earn your own money to pay for university. Seven years later, you had a Master’s degree and lived and worked in Porto, your favorite city in the world. Teto had called you a couple of days ago, telling he was in town and wanted to stop at your place. Later he asked if it was okay if Carlos was joining. Carlos' training camp was currently happening in Portugal, which was the reason why they were near. You looked at your reflection in the mirror that hung in the hallway, satisfied with the bouncy curls in your hair and the touch up of make-up you did about ten minutes ago. You were nervous. For meeting your brother and someone you knew practically your whole life. There was a knock on the door, and your brother's annoyingly happy face was soon visible when you opened the door. "Hermanita, te extrañé," Teto said, bringing you into a tight hug.

"Where's Carlos?" you asked. "He's parking the car," Roberto replied, stepping past you. "He's excited to see you," he added, putting his coat on the rack in the hallway. "Did he say that?" you asked, making your brother look at you. "Of course, why wouldn't he be? You're his hermanita a little too," Teto squeezed your shoulders, not catching your expression dropping at the thought of meaning nothing more to Carlos than a little sister. "I'll start making coffee, he'll be here soon," he said, walking through the hall to your kitchen. "Already here." You looked up to see Carlos walking towards your door, moving a hand through his hair, dark brown coat unzipped and clinging onto his broad frame. Scruff coated his handsome face, those dark eyebrows still the same, just like his sparkling eyes. The Carlos you knew was a boy, tall, not so muscled yet, with boyish characteristics, but this Carlos... was a man, the definition of tall, dark and handsome, the kind all women would swoon over.

The kind of man that swept you off your feet with one look, who aged like fine wine. Strong jaw, rough hands, amber eyes, raven hair. "You look like you've seen a ghost, y/n," Carlos jokingly said as he halted in front of you, the smile on his lips reaching his eyes. "Well, I haven't seen you in what, seven years? You can be a ghost for all I know," you recover easily, smiling back at him. "C'mere," he muttered, arms wrapping around your waist before you can protest or think of a strategy to hug this tree of a man he became, both in size and height. You had to step on your toes to curl your arms around his neck, burying your face in his jacket, smelling the woody, leather, slightly musk, scent. He kisses your cheek, which had you praying he wouldn't feel your heart pounding through your chest against his. "Teto's making coffee," you say, pulling back from him. "Doing something useful for once," Carlos replied, closing the door behind him when you both walked into your apartment.

"I heard that!" your brother called from the kitchen. Carlos chuckled, shaking his jacket off his shoulders and putting it next to Roberto's in the hall. He briefly looked around, eyes gliding over the small table under the mirror where your car keys laid, some Rituals scent sticks stood and a tube of lip gloss rested. He walked into the living room, which was bright and spacious. A lot of light was coming in from the large windows, a door on the left that led to the balcony. The kitchen was on the other side, where he heard you and Teto bicker about him making a mess while not even being for five minutes. It made him laugh softly, because this never changed. Carlos sat down at the table, watching you command your brother around to sweep up the crumbles he left on the clean, marble counter while you took two cups of coffee to the table. His eyes moved over to you next. Your hair had gotten so long, it had always been curly, unlike Teto's.

You were wearing a pair of jeans with straight ankles with burgundy kitten heels, lifting you just a little bit higher, emphasizing your legs, the shape of your curves. The white shirt you were wearing accentuated your olive skin, which ran in the Merhi family. Your eyes were like honey, a little lighter than his, even a little lighter than your brother's eyes. The definition of pretty. As if it was a coincidence, a golden necklace with a blue diamond pendant decorated your neck. The last time Carlos had seen you, he had been concerned. You didn't look happy or in your place. You were skinny, hiding in big hoodies and more oversized clothing. Now, you looked happy, healthy, your skin glowing. He couldn't help but glance at your hands when you put the cups down on the table, spotting the absence of any rings. Carlos would lie if he said that didn't relieve him a little bit. Teto brought the plate of pastel de natas, putting them down in the middle of the table. "What have you been-..."

"So, how's trainingca-..."

You laughed when you both started talking at the same time. "You can go first," you gestured, bringing your cup to your lips to take a sip. "What have you been up to? I haven't heard things about you in a long time," Carlos said, his elbows leaning on the table, drawing your eyes to his arms, his biceps, in the knitted sweater. "You want a recap of the past seven years?" you let out a soft laugh. "Te dije que ella obtuvo su maestría, Chili," Teto chimed in. "Yes, I got my degree, moved to Porto about three years ago and joined a marketing firm. I'm currently a project leader and it's going really well," you said, and he could see on your face that you were happy here, loving it here. "She's always too busy to visit her brother," Teto teased, his arm wrapping around your shoulder meanwhile. "Just like he's too busy to visit his hermanita," you reply, making Carlos chuckle as well. "Hey, I'm here now!" he protested. "With your second favourite person in the world."

Your cheeks grew hot at his words, and you glanced over at Carlos again with a shy smile. "I have to agree it's been a while since we've properly seen each other, y/n," he agreed with Teto. "I'm happy you're happy," he added. "You know what's also amazing about you being so busy?" Roberto stood up and twirled some of your curls around his fingers. "No time for boys whose ass I need to kick if they hurt my sister." You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head while he disappeared into the hallway to get to the bathroom. "How have you been?" you ask, looking at Carlos again. "I've been good," he nods. "Last year was tough, but it's going up again. Training for the new season just started, spend the holidays with family, took some time off," he continued, silently confirming he didn't have anyone specials in his life now either. Not like you already knew that from his social media or anything...

It nearly felt ridiculous how your crush on him had never gone away. No one could simply have a crush on Carlos, because he was the kind of man anyone would be totally obsessed with. "We were talking about having dinner tonight, somewhere nice, good food, wine. You're welcome to join, meet the team of people who are by my side most of the time. Believe it or not, besides your annoying brother," he said, a lazy curling his full lips. "That's lovely, thank you for the invite. I'd love to come," you smile back at him. "I miss the old days sometimes," you sigh, leaning your cheek on your hand. "It was so much more simple when I was still drawing weird things at the table while you and Teto were driving around and buying me ice cream after." The memory makes Carlos smile and gnaw at his bottom lip. "Even when your pencils got stolen all the time?"

"You'd get them back for me."

"Yeah, I would."

Your eyes locked in a dreamy haze, that took way too short as Teto came back again. You sat up a little more, awkwardly adjusting your hair before crossing your left leg over your right. "I invited y/n to the dinner we spoke about," Carlos spoke up again, while Teto glanced between the two of you, not missing the pink apples of your cheeks and the way Carlos refused to glance over at you now, as if he had caught you two. "Yeah, I wanted to suggest that in the car, so, great. You're going to meet the people who we travel with to the races," Teto told you, making you nod. "We have to get going, but pick you up at eight, okay?" he said. "Sure, update me if you need. Do you still have my number, Carlos?" you turn to your brother's best friend again. "I'm pretty sure I do," Carlos nodded with a smile. They got up and you did too, ready to walk them to the door. "Dresscode for tonight?" you asked while Teto pulled his jacket on.

"Dress? Skirt?" Teto opted, his shoulders raising in a shrug, leaning down so you could kiss his cheek. "You're a Merhi, you'll look great. See you tonight, hermanita," he added, making you laugh. His phone rung soon after, to which he opened the door and waved at you to take it. "He's right," Carlos said, standing in front of you now, his jacket back on. "I've been meaning to tell you that you look great," he added, making your heart palpitate faster in your chest while he leaned down and turned his face. Your hand landed on his bicep as you leaned up to kiss his cheek as well, his facial hair prickling your lips slightly. "Looking forward to dinner," Carlos softly adds. "Yeah, me too," you nod, leaning against the door as you watch him walk through the hallway, turning his head to look at you a last time before he walks around the corner.

You dearly wanted to relax, read for a couple of hours before taking a shower and getting ready. You had plenty of time before the dinner, but you decided to spend half of it stressing over what to wear, how to behave, and who you were going to meet. You decided to settle for a long, cream coloured off-shoulder dress that nicely accentuated your tan skin. Your hair was half up, part of it tied up with a french pin. You paced around your bedroom to find your favourite heels, the jimmy choo's with the bow on the back. Your doorbell rung, making you rush onto the hallway to get your purse. "Estoy en camino, no me apresures, Teto," you called when the bell rung again, rolling your eyes while taking your coat from the rack. "You know how I ha-... Carlos," you breathed, looking up at your brother's best friend, who was casually leaning against the door, the keys of his Ferrari between his fingers. "Hi," he said, charming smile on his lips.

He took his time to rake his eyes over you before he looked into yours again. "I didn't expect you here again," you say, allowing him to take your coat so he could drape it over your shoulders. "I needed an excuse to be the one to pick you up instead of Teto," Carlos admitted shamelessly, making you suppress a smile as you locked the door and walked through the hall with him. "What did you tell him?" you ask, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to make the doors close. "I told him I wanted to drive you to the restaurant and drop you off after, so he didn't have to worry about his tight schedule today," Carlos said. "So, you're just doing him a favour?" you were pushing it a little, eyebrow raising while he took a step closer, eyes gliding over your face with a glint of amusement. "He's doing me a favour, actually," he mutters, fingerstips brushing over your chin before he presses a kiss to your cheek, too close to your lips.

"You look breathtaking," Carlos compliments you effortlessly, while you started to feel hot all over, a sweat threatening to break out under your dress. You force yourself to not shy away, holding his eyes until the elevatordoors open again, and he wanted you to step out first. His car is parked in front of the entrance of the building, lights flashing as he unlocked the doors. Carlos opens your side for you, and you look at him as he walks around the car to sit down behind the wheel. He had always been like this, charming, a gentleman, kind, and you don't want to feel special now, but you couldn't ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the comfortable tension that rested between you while he steered the car onto the road. "You still like to read?" he asked, breaking the silence. "Yeah, I do," you reply. "I switched to easier reads, something relaxing on the brain when I come back from work."

Carlos looks over at you briefly with a nod. "There's no one...," his voice falters slightly, fingers sliding over the leather of the steering wheel before he continues speaking. "Are you seeing anyone?" he blurts out, making you raise an eyebrow at him. "Sorry, it's a stupid question," he chuckled, shaking his head. "It's okay. I'm not dating anyone currently. Are you?" you ask. "No, I'm not," Carlos says, relaxing a little further into the leather seat. The rest of the ride is filled with chatter, catching up step by step after not seeing each other for a very long time. Carlos stopped the car in front of the restaurant, a valet opening your door for you, but it didn't take long before he was by your side. The soft press of his hand on your lower back guided you through the restaurant, to the table where Borja, Guzman and Roberto were already seated. Teto's eyes glanced from you to Carlos, a small grin curling his lips before he spoke up to welcome you to the table.

You kissed your brother's cheek before introducing yourself to the others, sitting down on the booth side of the table, where there was space left next to Carlos. You easily fell into conversation with the other's that were a part of team 55, learning more about what they were all doing to support Carlos and help him prepare for the new season. The food was great, as was the wine, of which the second glass of red caused your cheeks to heat up, a comfortable buzz filling your mind. You were far from drunk, but the liquid courage was sure helping when you caught Carlos' eyes again. Teto was rambling on about something, and you had stopped listening a long time ago. There was a small smile on his lips, his fingertips brushing over your clothed knee under the table. "What's this chemistry between us?" you ask softly, brave enough to let your nails tickle his muscled underarm.

You briefly look over at the other side of the table, seeing everyone's too busy to notice the two of you anyway. "It's always been there," Carlos muttered. "You've always been more than just somebody I was destined to meet," he says. "I didn't know Shakespear was one of your fifteen names," you reply, gnawing at your bottom lip before letting go of it. "Carlos..." he swallowed a groan at the way your honey eyes zoned in on his, darting between his mouth and his eyes for a couple of seconds. You were dangerously close to him. "I need to go to the restroom," you say, standing up and disappearing into the back of the restaurant. You weren't sure where the courage came from, but the dilation of his pupils, the subtile touches of his fingertips, his sweet words, made it all worth to tease him a little. You went to the restroom, washed your hands and checked your appearance in the mirror before leaving.

A soft laugh escapes your throat as an arm wraps around your waist, caging you in the dark corner. Carlos' hands curl around you, his lips finding yours. You're breathless with the way he kisses you, body heat seeping through your dress, your fingers nestling in his knitted sweater. "Teto's suspicious," he drawles against your mouth, not giving you a chance to reply as he kisses you again. "You haven't been exactly subtle," you whisper against his lips. "Me?" Carlos protest, large palms squeezing your waist. "You were looking at me with your pretty eyes, begging for a kiss," he teases, pressing his lips against your chin. "I'm no better than a man when a beautiful woman looks at me like that," his voice rasps in your ear. "They're ordering dessert now, I'll come back in five minutes," Carlos said, stepping back to move into the men's room. You smooth out your dress again, moving your fingers through your hair before getting back to the table again.

Teto's eyes were sparkling when you sat down again, a boyish grin on his lips. He wasn't saying anything, but he knew. You knew he knew, which is why you didn't respond either. Carlos came back after a few minutes, as if nothing had happened, and you all ordered dessert. After the last course, Carlos got up to pay while Teto got your jacket. He held it while you slipped your arms in the sleeves. "Si hay alguien en quien confío contigo, es Carlos. Pero si te hace daño, le romperé el cuello," your brother said, moving your hair from under the collar and turning you around to face him. "Sigues siendo mi hermana pequeña," Teto hummed, squeezing your arm. "I love you," you said, patting his chest to let him know you'd be fine. "And he loves you," Teto softly said when you both looked up to find Carlos waiting for you. He gave you a gentle push in his best friend's direction, a nod and a tightlipped smile delivered to Carlos like a message of a thousand words.

He opens the door of the car for you, getting behind the wheel without a word and driving off. "I think the people in your team are very nice," you start. "You should meet Gigi soon as well, he's my trainer. Borja helps me during the off-season, but Gigi was assigned to me by my team," Carlos says. "Borja told me about your cycling plans tomorrow," you nod. "Yeah, we're making quite the laps here during training camp." You didn't care about training, because your fingers were itching to tear his jacket off his body, get rid of the sweater and snack on this man like no tomorrow. Carlos parked his car in one of the spots in front of the building again, walking you up to your floor and remaining in the doorway like the gentleman he was, hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans. "Tell me..." you start, licking your lips before you stood barely ten centimeters apart. "Does this training schedule of yours allow you some late night cardio?"

Carlos does the thing with his jaw again, and he nearly looked liked he was zoning out while staring into your eyes, chocolate hues changing into smoldering ambers as his mind takes over, jeans tightening and a hand reaching up to lean against the door of your apartment behind you. "It's been fortyfive minutes since I last ate something, so it's good for burning calories," he says, lips brushing against yours. "In another fortyfive minutes I'm allowed a post-dinner snack..," he adds, his other hand finding the dip of your waist again. "y/n..." he's so close, he's radiating heat and sex and desire, and you feel yourself holding a breath, almost fearing he was going to tell you he didn't want to stay, that he was going to leave. "There's no way back if you let me in your apartment tonight," Carlos warns. "Because I won't be able to stop myself if you kiss me now." It was all you needed to know to tip your head upwards and let your lips crash in a hard kiss.

It was addictive, knee-weakening and caused your mind to spin, clutching onto his jacket while dragging him through the door. Carlos pushes your coat off your shoulders, a shiver running up your spine at the cold air that suddenly reaches your body. You nearly stumble over it through the hallway, and he was just in time to catch you before you could twist an ankle on your heels. "We have all night," he mouths against your lips, lifting you up with ease. The seams of your dress protested as your legs curled around his hips. "Tell me where to go," Carlos breaths. "Depends on where you want to fuck me," you reply, as breathless as he was. "I don't remember you having such a smart mouth," he replies, backing you up against a door in the hallway to which you pull the handle down. "Shut me up then." Carlos reaches your bed in a couple of steps, dropping you on the mattress. You reach for the zipper of your dress, dragging it down and tugging the material over your head.

Adoration fills his eyes as he looks down at you, admiring the beautiful woman you've become. You sit up on your knees, reaching him halfway as he leans down to kiss you again, large palms moving over your arms while your fingers find the hem of his knitted sweater, tugging it upwards to make him get rid of it. The small lamp on your nightstand was switched on, bathing him a golden glow when he reached the back of his neck and pulled the piece of clothing off, dropping it next to your dress on the floor. Your lips parted with a soft breath as you shamelessly oggled his body, the hard planes of his chest, his abs, the v-lines that dipped into his jeans, the happy trail disappearing below his belt. The muscles felt as rock solid as they looked when your fingers brushed over his biceps as his hands curled around your waist and pushed you further up the mattress, your head falling into the pillows while he claimed his place between your thighs.

"Carlos..."

His head lifts to look at you, hair messy atop of his head, looking so deliciously rumpled as his lips were parted, swollen from making out with you. His fingertips brushed over your bare skin, toying with the waistband of your panties on your hip. "It's been a while for me," you admit. Carlos nods slowly, understanding what you were trying to say. "That's okay," he says, feeling your legs curl around his, your naked legs scraping against the denim of his jeans. He's heavy on top of you, a comfortable heavy as a large part of his weight still leans on his arms next to your head, mouth dipping down to taste the skin on your neck, which he had been dying to kiss all night already. His nostrills caught a whiff of your sweet perfume, the scent, so feminine, causing his mind to spin. Carlos left hot, wet kisses down the slope of your neck, teeth biting gently here and there, his hot breath ghosting over your skin and making you squirm beneath him.

His hand found the clasp of the strapless bra that covered you, unhooking the sides and revealing your tits to him. "You're so pretty," he groans, one hand finding the swell of your tits, mouth finding one of your nipples and letting his tongue roll over the hard pearl. You clenched around thin air at the thought of his mouth going further down your body. It caused the heat to reach your neck, your panties to stick against your pussy, and he had barely done anything. One of your hands disappeared into his hair, pushing his head further south. A small grin shows up on his handsome face as he looks up at you, fingers teasingly tugging down your panties, to stroke the skin of your hips, but not yet revealing your wet cunt to him. "¿Es ahí donde me quieres?" he hummed, full lips dropping another kiss to your lower abdomen, teeth leaving a playful bite on your hipbone.

"Need your mouth on me," you huff, already feeling like you're struggling to breathe. Carlos' fingers brush over your clothed clit, watching you jolt slightly at the sensation. He watches you intently, groaning as he feels the wet patch of material from where your sticky wetness was leaking from your pussy. He makes a show of it, watching you squirm, head cocking sideways when a small pout shows up on your face. "Carlos," you whine, your fingers moving through his hair in a way that nearly makes him want to purr, and he turns his head to kiss your palm, finally getting rid of your panties. Firm hands part your legs, another grunt escaping when he looks at your puffy cunt. You gasp as his mouth suddenly covers your mound, tongue firmly and determind with its first swipe over your clit. He works your leg over his shoulder, fingers pressing into your thighs to keep you spread open for him.

He growls at your taste, his tongue continuing to flick lazily over your clit, making you feel breathless and already desperate for a release. Your nails scrape over scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair, making him moan against your pussy. He found a perfect balance between slow, teasing kitten licks and harder, firmer circles of his tongue, making your body tense in the best way possible while he made out with your cunt, eating you like he hadn't been at the same dinner table with you barely two hours ago. "You're so wet," his voice rasps, mouth pulling away from you. You almost want to protest, but your unspoken words are shut up by his fingers slipping inside you slowly. Carlos eases them in till his knuckles, flicking his palm upside, curling his fingertips and drawing more pretty sounds from you. His eyes are dark and hot as he looks up at you, watching your head toss back and your fingers clutch the sheets of your bed.

He had always been protective of you, looking out for you, down bad for you - his best friend's little sister. In his mind, you've always been his, and he could finally claim you. The thought made him feel so possessive, territorial, and it drove him crazy. You felt out of breath as his tongue was back on your clit, sucking the nub of nerves between his lips before he flicked the muscle over it again, firm and hard shapes of 55 drawn over it. His ears - and his ego - were rewarded with multiple fucks and gasps of his name, watching you cum on his tongue and his fingers as the coil in your lower abdomen snapped. Delicious, warm pleasure rolled up your spine and spread through the very ends of your nerves, a blissed out expression visible on your face. Your doe eyes looked up at him as he got up on his knees, leaning on your elbows while you watched how he unbuckled his belt, unzipping the denim and stepping out of his jeans.

The itch between your legs was far from satiated when your eyes dropped to the outline of his cock in his Calvins, which he soon freed from his briefs. Thick and hard, large tip leaking some pre-cum already. The girth of it, with the veins and ridges, the size of it, as you looked his cock from the tip to the base. Your heart pounds against your ribs again as he hovers over you, spreading your thighs wider to make more room for himself. The head teases your pussy a couple of times, rubbing over your clit and spreading your stickiness over it before he lined himself up and pushed in. The stretch hurt so good, making your nails bite into the hard muscles of his shoulders, body tightening and almost fighting him. His lips brushed over your cheek, leaving a kiss on your earlobe, telling you to relax and take him. Soft breaths and pants escape from him as he sheats himself fully inside you, feeling you clench him, gripping him as his hips pull back to move forward again.

His cock spreads you further open, easier this time, your wetness making obscene squelching noises as your pussy sucks him in, grunts filling the room as you're so deliciously tight around him. A hand on your thigh keeps your thighs firmly spread, toes curling at the way his cock slides into you again, the tip brushing against your cervix in just a way that made you lose touch with reality. Each thrust pulled a moan from your throat, higher-pitched each time because of the force of his hips driving into yours. The frame of the best starts to protest, squeaking as he fucks you harder into the mattress, the pressure inside your lower abdomen building again. "So pretty on my cock, baby," Carlos mutters in your ear, groaning when your nails bit into his back, your head tossed back, lips partening with more sounds he wanted to hear. You were so warm, so tight, so wet around him. It made his brain spin, feeling drunk, fuzzy, chasing a high he so desperately craved.

It wasn't his own high he chased, he needed to see you cum on his cock, he needed to watch you crumble and fall apart underneath him, your name on his tongue alongside a prayer. He sat back slightly, hands curling around your hips to drag your cunt over his cock over and over again, watching you squirm and whither, jolting with pleasure when his thumb rubs lazy circles on your clit. Dots cloud your vision as your orgasm crashes into you, making your legs shake and your fingers tremble, struggling to find something to hold onto. Carlos buries himself deeply inside you, his seed spilling inside you. You feel so incredibly full still, aftershocks shooting up your spine and making you feel warm all over. Your lips collide in a hard kiss again, but it softens after a couple of seconds, breaths mingling before he pulls back to look into your eyes. "You're incredible," Carlos says, fingers caressing your cheeks.

His eyes dart over your face before they find yours again, a small smile showing up on your face. "Stay the night?" you ask, turning to your side as he rolls off you. Carlos pulls you into him, turning his head on the pillow to look at you. "Can I stay longer?" he asks in response. "And take you on a date?" he continued, causing your smile to widen. "My sixteen-year-old self is screaming now," you let out a small laugh. "You've had a crush on me for ten years? I thought for fiteen at least," he smirks, making you swat his chest. "I've always had a crush on you. I thought it had gone away, but I was wrong," you say. "I thought I would always be Teto's little sister to you." Carlos shook his head. "You've always been more to me than just Teto's little sister," he says, his hand comfortingly rubbing over your back. "Come on, let me take you out for dinner and come over to Monaco when you can," Carlos said. "We'll take it slow and see."

Carlos leaned against the door frame, eyes roaming over you while you were still in his bed, legs tangled with the sheets. The shirt you were wearing was riding up slightly, exposing a part of your leg and your ass. Your hair was sprawled out over the pillow, looking even more pretty than you did yesterday. He watched you stretch your arms above your head, turning to your back as you woke up and leaned up on your elbows. "Good morning," he spoke up. You rubbed your tired eyes and took a closer look at him, thighs squeezing together at the sight of him in a tight, long sleeved shirt that accentuated his biceps, his abs. His sweats looked loose, but you could clearly see it outlined by the fabric. Right, you went home with his ridiculously hot biker after your shift.

Sweet memories of six hours ago flashed through your mind again, of the way his fingers had dug into your hips while he pulled your pussy over his cock again, the way the scruff on his jaw had burned between your thighs. "Why are you wearing so many clothes?" you asked with a sigh. "I told you I was going to get breakfast," he chuckled, smile disappearing when your fingers reached for the hem of the shirt, pulling it teasingly over your stomach before tugging it over your head. Blood rushed south at the sight of your perky tits, pink nipples hard. "Come back," you hummed, looking so deliciously rumpled in his bed, that he couldn't say no. There was a small grin on his face as he made his way to you, knees digging into the mattress.

"Shit, baby," he groaned, watching your pussy glisten with wetness as your thighs spread further. Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him down to kiss you. You gasped against his mouth as your cunt rubbed against his sweats, your nipples brushing over the cotton of his shirt. Your legs wrap around his hips and you manage to turn the two of you around. Carlos watched your hair frame your pretty face while you planted your palms on his chest, nails tickling his abs when you rode up the tight material of his shirt. "You're so beautiful," his voice rasps, your skin warming under his palm that glides down your spine. Your hand slides down his lower abdomen, finding the absence of any underwear.

His cock is hard in your hand as you pull it out, earning a grunt as you spread the leaking pre-cum over the head, jerking him a couple of times before sliding him between your folds and sinking down on him. Carlos' fingers dug into your hips, but only loosely as you started riding him. Your palms pressed deeper into his chest, a moan escaping you at the stretch of him. Your nails clawed at his skin as you started to swivel your hips faster. "This wet from just thinking about my cock, hmm?" he growled, feeling your pussy gripping him and sucking him in. "Been dreaming about it," you reply with a smile that has him throwing his head back, locking his hands behind his head as you ride him till your thighs tremble.

You shift slightly in your position, letting the head of his cock rake over your g-spot every time you sink down on him. Carlos can't help but reach up, one hand kneading your tit, fingers rolling over your nipple while he takes you down to his chest to put his mouth on the other. Your clit grinds against his pelvic bone, and you're soon leaking on him, shivering with the white-hot pleasure that curls up your spine. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as his seed paints your walls, the pulsing feeling prolonging your orgasm. You push yourself up again, a little giddy and almost still sleep drunk, your overstimulated pussy aching as you let him slip out. Carlos let out a soft sigh, fingertips rubbing into your thigh.

"You're dangerous for me," Carlos says. "Says the biker?" you cock an eyebrow at him, making him chuckle and take your hands in his. You watch as his full lips press to your fingertips. "Get dressed," he speaks up again. "I'll have breakfast ready for you," he continues, hands slotting around your waist before you he lets you fall back on the bed again. Carlos takes a couple of tissues to clean you up like the gentleman he is, leaning over you to capture your lips between his. He pulls away before he couldn't fight the urge to travel his mouth down your body and have you for breakfast instead. He tugs on the waistband of his sweats, also adjusting the hem of his shirt while he makes his way to the kitchen.

He's just done setting the table when you come in, making you bite your lip to suppress the smile at the effort he put in. There was a plate of chocolate croissants in the middle, buns next to it, boiled eggs. "You're treating me too well," you say. "Need any help?" you ask, but he shakes his head, gesturing you should sit down. "Princess getting the princess treatment, right?" Carlos grins, running a hand through his hair you messed up this morning. You take the cup of coffee from him, taking a sip while looking through his flat properly for the first time. It's visible he just moved here, some packing boxes still laying around in the corner, stuff stacked up and waiting to be placed somewhere. "I moved here a couple of weeks ago, but I got a spontaneous job offer," he says, following your eyes.

"I went by this repair shop with my motorcycle and saw they were looking for people. Owner asked if I could work with some tools and offered me a job on the spot," Carlos chuckled. Your eyes raked over him, your mind already working overtime imagining him shirtless in a bike repair shop, sweaty, hands covered in dirt. "It means you're staying around for a while?" you ask, taking a bite of a chocolate croissant. "I plan to," he nods. "That's good," you reply. "I like you," you bluntly tell him. "I want to see you more often after today." Your directness surprises him, but it causes the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "Isn't the guy supposed to say that before asking the girl out?" he's clearly amused, honey eyes sparkling. "You can ask me out and I'll say yes," you reply. "Next Friday, do you have to work?" Carlos asks, making you shake your head. "Good, I'll pick you up to go to dinner."

After breakfast, Carlos agreed to drive by your apartment so you could change and get your bag for work tonight. He lounged around your living room while you showered, looking around your bedroom, or pretending like he was, while you were changing in front of him. "Don't pretend like you haven't already seen it," you cuss at him from over your shoulder, dragging your jeans slowly over your ass, making him roll his eyes at you as he swallowed hard. You plucked an off-shoulder shirt out of your closet and pulled it on, getting some earrings and a necklace. "I like your place better than mine," Carlos sighed, letting himself fall into the fluffy pillows of your bed. "If you're nice to me for the rest of the day I might even let you stay here tonight," you tease, making him laugh and pull you into him.

He took you on a ride soon after, speeding through the city while you rest your chin on his shoulder and your arms are tightly wrapped around his waist. At each traffic light, one of his hands reached back to rub your knee or your thigh, looking at you through the small mirrors to see your eyes twinkling. You had a late lunch in the park, enjoying the sun and having ice cream after. The afternoon ended too soon, and before you knew it, he pulled up at the bar, perfectly in time for your shift. You swung your leg over his bike to stand on your two feet again, taking the helmet off to hand it over. Carlos briefly took his helmet off as well, his hair still looking effortlessly perfect after running a hand through.

"Come here," he muttered, hand sliding down your waist and into the back pocket of your jeans while you bit your bottom lip and curled your fingers into the lapels of his jacket. "I'll pick you up tonight," Carlos said, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Your friend's lucky, because she doesn't have to stay to clean up," he grins, eyes glancing over at Jess who walked around the corner to start her shift with you. "She'll be doing a double cleaning shift when I'm done with you, though." The way his eyes sparkle makes your stomach do backflips. "I'll make sure you stay true to your word," you hum, kissing him again. His hand pats your hip after you step back, letting him put his helmet on again and ride off.

You went into the bar to join Jess, who was already putting the chairs down and prepping behind the bar. "I want to know everything," Jess says, fingers curling around the bar while her eyes darken with a smirk like a demon and you were about to sell your soul for a story. "I'm not telling you shit, get to work," you threw her a wet cloth, which she dodged with a squeal while reaching for the system of the music. The first people entered the bar as soon as it opened, and it took the usual two hours to get fully packed. You were watching the hours tick by on the clock, catching yourself looking over at the door and waiting for him to walk in. A little after midnight, you were picking up some empty glasses and walking back to the bar after. Fingers hooked into your belt loops before his hands curled around your hips.

"Hi, princess," his voice was enough to raise goosebumps on your skin. "What does a man have to do to get a beer around here?" Carlos asked, twirling you around before you could get back behind the bar. "Pay ahead with a big tip," you reply. "Depends on which big tip you want. I can give you both." The grin that curls his lips makes you want to bite him (in a cute way). "I'll make sure you do," you gnaw at your lower lip with a smile before finally returning the empty, dirty glasses to the bar. You deliver Carlos a beer as he effortlessly slides onto a bar stool, leaning his elbows on the wooden surface. He pays right away, watching you move over to the cash register and helping some other customers.

Your smile was contagious, your banter with the regulars addictive, and his eyes couldn't stop wandering to your ass in the jeans you had pulled up so teasingly seductive. The hours went by so slowly, and he nearly followed you to the stock room, but he managed to control himself. Jess took her sweet time saying goodbye after both of your shifts were over, looking at him with a smug smile as he clearly wanted her out. You locked the front door behind her when she left, turning around to direct your eyes to him. Finally alone. His bulge stirred in his jeans as the thoughts of this morning went through his head again, of you bouncing on his cock and cumming so sweetly for him.

Your hands reach his chest when you finally stand in front of him, sliding up to his shoulders and feeling his muscled frame. "Been thinking of what I'd do to you," Carlos hummed lowly, fingers tracing the curve of your spine before finding the globe of your ass, slipping into the backpocket of your jeans. "You can think about it a little longer," you purr, nails teasing his inner thighs, palm moving over his growning erection. Your lips collide in a hard kiss while your fingers work his belt, unzipping the denim and moving your hand inside. You're sure you remember every ridge and vein, yet you're still surprised by the girth as your fingers wrap around it. He sucks in a sharp breath against your mouth, distracted when you kiss his neck.

He smells so good, so masculine, the scent of his cologne sending your brain into overdrive while you sink to your knees to finally get a taste of his cock. Your pink, glossy lips around the tip of his cock was everything he needed. Carlos' hand disappeared in your hair, holding it back and angling your head in a way that would make it easier for you to take all of him. You looked up at him through your lashes, a shiver running up his spine when your hand worked what you couldn't take, tongue licking at the thick vein on the underside. "Mierda, that's it, baby," he praises, ego fuelled by your gagging noises, your spit wetting him further as his cock slides over your tongue and down your throat.

You pull back to get some air, hand twisting at the tip and squeezing him slightly. Your panties were getting sticky between your legs, pussy clenching around thin air at the thought of having him inside you soon. You kiss the side of his cock, softly sucking on the sensitive spot just underneath the crown, making him grip the wooden bar top behind you, knuckles turning white. Without a warning he pulls your mouth from his cock, getting you up from the floor and moving you behind the bar. You understand each other perfectly. This was pure want, need, lust, desire, no time to undress each other slowly, no need for sweet nothings. His teeth were aching with primal desire to bury himself deeply inside you, to fill you up and having you leaking with him on the back of his bike.

The image did insane things to his mind, the wild look in his eyes visible when you rushed to undo your jeans and slide them down your ass. A hard slap on your skin echoes through the bar, a soft squeal mixed with a giggle coming out of you. "You're perfect," Carlos says, fisting himself once or twice before getting your panties out of the way, a hand between your shoulderblades pushing you down on the bar surface. He slides home in a single thrust. "You're so fucking perfect," he gritts through his teeth, giving you a mere second to adjust. You arch your back further, standing on your tippy toes to accommodate better, knees nearly bucking at the second thrust.

His rhythm was unforgiving, but it was so good. Carlos was the one who needed a second, fingers digging in your hips in attempt to not bust inside you right away. Your slick heat was luring him in, sedating him, almost enchanting him. The angle of his thrusts was perfect, hitting all the right spots when he pushed back in, splitting you open. He looked down at the way your pussy was taking him, making him growl and grunt. Carlos loved the way you were squirming and moaning, each sound that passed your lips becoming higher pitched and making him desperate to chase your orgasm. His hands on your hips suddenly pulling you back and twirl you around, making you nearly stumble over your jeans that were hanging on your ankles.

Soft laughs from both of you break the tension, the good tension, between you. You hop on the counter, gladly welcoming him between your legs again. He's leaking pre-cum, and he groans as you wipe it over his tip before he swats your hand aside to slide home again. He keeps you from sliding further up the counter with one hand behind your back, the other desperate to get your top over your head and watch your tits bounce as he fucks you harder. "Shit, Carlos," you whine, his mouth latching onto your nipple, your nails finding his back. The soft rock music was still playing, but you could barely hear it over the sounds of his grunts mixed with yours, skin on skin sounds echoing through the bar, the temperature rising by a thousand degrees.

His fingertips find your swollen clit, making your pussy flutter around him. You lean further back on the counter, unable to gather the strength to cling onto him. His eyes roamed over the hickey he sucked into your tit, your neck so elegantly exposed, your eyes hooded. Your nose crunched upwards, eyebrows furrowed together when he made you cum, head rolling back, lips parting with a loud moan he wished he recorded so he could replay it over and over again. A couple of hard, deep thrusts made him cum as well, his release painting your walls and dripping down your thighs soon enough. You were both hot and sweaty, both blissed out. "I think we made the hottest sextape ever," he spoke up after a few minutes, and you followed his gaze to the camera in the corner.

You stared into the expressive eyes that looked expectantly into yours. His raven hair was wet, swept back, water dripping down his chin, and he expected you to pay attention to what he was saying? Rude. You fought the heat that rose to your cheeks, the apples burning and turning red, your hands fiddling with the strings of your apron. "Sorry?" you managed to stammer, feeling your stomach twisting and turning in your body in embarrassment, but you truly hadn't heard a thing he said when he stood in front of you. It was a hot, sticky day in Ventimiglia, making you wonder who in their right mind was going out to cycle anyway.

It has been a slow day until he turned up, putting his bike away, looking over the two options your lemonade stand offered: lemonade and orange juice, while wearing a see-through, white shirt that hid nothing of his broad, tan and muscled frame. "A lemonade, please," he replied, amused, eyes sparkling and a grin tugging on his lips. "Okay," you replied, still looking at him before you finally moved to reach for a cup, scooping ice in it and then getting the can of lemonade you made earlier today. "How much is it?" he asked, watching you gnaw at your lower lip. "Ehm, it's just two," you stammered, unsure what to do with the five euro bill he left on the counter.

"It's okay," he smiled. "Thank you." You watched him walk to his bike to get on again, not expecting him to show up the next day too. You recognized him, obviously, and wanted to offer him lemonade on the house, but he refused. He wanted a freshly made orange juice. The next day he cycled by again, and he wanted a lemonade. It had a weird effect on you. You started waiting for him, wanting to do an effort to make sure you remembered what he wanted. You learned his name was Carlos and that he lives in Monaco. Sometimes he didn't come by for a week, and then he swung by every day. Sometimes he brought friends, Roberto and Guzman, or Roberto and Borja. They were kind to you, tipping you well.

I rare occasions, there was a two-week break between his visits, making you wonder where he had been. "You look pretty," he complimented you every time, even though you wore the same, lemon-print apron. "Did you go on a holiday?" you asked after gathering the courage to do so. Carlos looked down at you, admiring your pretty braid and the permanent pink blush on your cheeks. "More or less," he replied. "I go abroad a lot," he added, getting that his answer must sound vague to you. You don't ask anything about it. "Sounds nice," you say with a small smile, hands folded behind your back. "How far are you cycling today?" you continue, the conversation lingering so sweetly between you, making him wish he could stay here the rest of the day.