Your neighbor. A professional football player and the most infuriating man you’ve ever met. Infuriatingly sweet faced. Infuriatingly hot. Infuriatingly comes on to you whenever you run into each other in the building. Infuriating because you would’ve been all over him if it weren’t for the jests from your friends and family back home that you must resist the urge to fuck the colonizer. As if you weren’t already living in their country.

A cry for help for your abysmal sex life masquerading as a casual text brings him to your front door. Three knocks two minutes after you sent the text makes you lift your head. You didn’t even know he was home.

Scrambling to answer, you pause before opening the door and take one last look at yourself. You’re in your tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top. You adjust your tits in the mirror by the door and take a deep breath, not wanting to appear as desperate as you were. Only then, do you open the door.

Tiny droplets cling to the tips of his lavender locks as if he just got out of the shower. Which might be the case since the only articles of clothing he’s wearing are a pair of dark low-hanging sweats and a pair of slides.

“You said you wanted company, muñeca?”

“No.” You cross your arms, conscious of how your tits are raised a little higher. “I asked if I could borrow some sugar.”

Hooded red eye lock onto yours when he tilts his head. “You can borrow anything you need from me. You know that already, don’t you?”

“Do I?” You turn your voice playful as you take a step back.

He nods his head, taking a step into your apartment. When you don’t reject his advance he closes the door behind him.

“I thought I was pretty obvious in the elevator yesterday, no?” he asks.

He was. Some pretty words and fingers pinching your skirt between two curious fingers made you clench your thighs together the whole ride up to your floor. You fingered yourself in the shower later.

Bunny’s expression is sweet, teasing, as he approaches you, but it’s not the perpendicular scars on the right side of his face that betray him. No, it’s in the way his eyes turn hungry. As if he’s been wanting this as much as you.

“Well?” He’s right in front of you now, chest to chest, asking for your final decision. “Need something from me, muñeca?”

It’s futile to try and put up a front. You know that, and yet you find yourself holding your tongue for just a little longer. But Bunny tests your patience and plants his hand on your hip. His thumb brushes at the sliver of skin exposed between your top and shorts, making a traitor of your body when it gives a full body shiver.

“Yes, Bunny, I—”

The words barely pass through your lips before he ducks his head for a kiss. You instantly respond and kiss him back. His fingers tease beneath the band of your shorts, impatient to strip them off you.

“N-not here.” You cling to his bare arms as he leaves a trail of open mouth kisses along your throat. You try to drag him in the direction of your room but he’s so large you can barely manage one step. “Bedroom.”

Bunny grunts before swiftly bending down and throwing you over his shoulder. You give a yelp, tongue tied as you try to give him directions to the bedroom while he’s striding down the hallway. After the third door he pushes open he spots your bed and promptly tosses you on it. You land with a soft bounce and barely have time to take a breath before he’s pawing at your shorts, pulling them down along with your underwear.

For a moment everything pauses. Your legs are spread for him to see everything, and after a few more silent seconds doubt and insecurity start to creep into your brain.

“If you’re just gonna stare—”

“Bonita,” he mumbles. Then louder, “Ella es tan bonita que no la puedo dejar de mirar.”

Heat flares beneath your cheeks. You might usually feel embarrassed that he’s talking directly to your pussy, but relief floods your system and all you can think is that you want him. You want him bad.

“Bunny…” You shift your legs so they open a little wider and his tongue peeks out to swipe at his bottom lip. One of your hands runs up your torso and drifts over your pert nipple still covered by your top. “Porfis.”

In an instant he’s diving onto the bed. Instinctively, you move back toward the headboard. You get far enough to lay your head right below your pillows when Bunny stops you and grips your hips before promptly shoving his head between your thighs.

You gasp when his mouth connects with your cunt. Your hands reach for his head as he eats you out with an eagerness that matches your desperation. With every swipe of his tongue through your folds your fingers twist harder around the soft strands of his hair, urging him closer as the long forgotten pleasure you once knew starts to build inside you.

“Así,” you sigh. “Así, Bunny. Don’t stop.”

He groans against you in response, sending tender vibrations through your core. When he prods at your entrance with the tip of his tongue you feel yourself growing wetter the deeper he delves. And you’re a goner when he gives attention to your clit. His lips dutifully suck your sensitive bundle until you’re practically begging to come.

“Agh. Please.” Your words come out in breaths. “Bunny. Please, please, please.”

The coil inside you tightens, ready to spring, and it does when Bunny inserts a finger into your soaked hole that reaches deeper than anyone’s been in a year. You cry out with intense pleasure and relief. You’re too overwhelmed to realize how shaky your legs have become.

“Joder.” Bunny chuckles, placing a kiss to your inner thigh. “You came like it was your first time. Am I that good?”

“It’s not my first time.” You lightly shove at his head, releasing him. You feel bad. You might have pulled out a few strands. “It’s just…been a while.”

You turn your head away in embarrassment. He shuffles away from you.

“How long is a while?”

“Close to a year,” you mumble.

“Don’t worry, princesa.” When Bunny sits up his mouth is covered in your shiny essence, but it doesn’t compare to the bright smile he sends your way, like a promise. “I’ll take good care of you.”