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That night you were sitting by the harbor of Saint Denis, you were scanning the area, shielded from any prying eyes by a wall of neatly stacked crates and barrels. You didn't have a big bounty on your head but were well known by the local authorities at that point from your multiple small thefts so you were trying to lay low for now. 

The crisp and humid night air was messing with your hair and it brought with it the unmistakable nasty stench of the docks that was sure to stick to your skin. Rotting fish guts, burnt coal and overall filth that washed up from the river, including the occasional corpse since Angelo Bronte took control of the whole city and made his mission to make everyone’s life miserable. Oh, how you hated the docks.. but tonight you had a good reason to be there, a lead, a juicy one at that. One of your friends — if you could call it that — a young man that, same as you, had a hard start in life and resigned himself to being a petty thief, told you about a riverboat party full of rich folks that could be interesting.

There would be a high stakes poker night at the Grand Korrigan riverboat so any rich assholes that felt lucky and had a pocket full of money to spend would be there tonight. And so would be their jewelry and expensive watches, you hoped. This would be one of the biggest “heists” you'd try in your life so you were.. slightly on edge.

Still, here you were, dressed in a puffy light green dress that you stole and a corset so tight you hoped you wouldn’t pass out from lack of oxygen. You were looking every bit like a dumb rich lady that was in dire need of a fun night and some company and not some filthy city rat that desperately needed some money.

The plan was simple:

1.- Charm a rich lonely man to get into the riverboat without raising any suspicion. 

2.- Rob anything you could get your hands on.

3.- …

That was it.

You didn't think it through, that was for sure. Stylish getaways weren’t your strong suit, ok? You were more of a “Do it on the fly or so help me god” kind of girl and it had worked for you so far so why change it now? Also, you were desperate to get something to eat that week and you’d be damned if this wasn't going to be your night. So with your tits about to pop out from the top part of your corset and a practiced look that screamed “im an easy target” you made your way towards the boarding passage.

To say that your years as a Saint Denis pickpocket and thief taught you to blend in as a high society lady was an understatement. You could bullshit your way into any fancy party or any exclusive event just by playing rich and dumb, and if that failed —which was rare — you could sneak in just fine. This was the way you survived afterall, and you were good at it.

You looked around, trying to spot an easy target. You could only distinguish guards, stuck up men boarding the boat and some women that accompanied them that definitely didn't look like their wives. Much too young and eager to please to be.. Then you spotted a small group of men that didn't have any female company and you studied them to see if they could be your ticket inside that boat.

They were four, a tall one with a thick moustache, cane and a top hat, an older man that looked way too serious, a burly looking man that kept tugging at his clothes like they didn't belong to him and a shorter one with a ponytail smoking a cigarette.

All of them were dressed elegantly and talked to each other in a cheerful way. The one with the cane seemed to be loud and outgoing when he greeted them and as they chatted you noticed they were vastly different from each other. The older man seemed to be from Europe, maybe German or Austrian and kept to himself, the big one had a southern accent and seemed to be very uncomfortable and the one smoking was relaxed , he sounded Mexican. Odd, usually rich folk didn't mingle with Mexicans, even wealthy ones. Studying the man closer you noticed he was wearing a beautiful black suit immaculately styled that made him look sharp and , in your humble opinion, very attractive. He was cleanly shaven but kept his mustache with a curious style you hadn’t seen before in the city and his hair was tied into a neat ponytail. He had a few scars on his face and his eyes were a beautiful shade of dark brown , intense and deep as he looked at you. 

Wait.

He was looking directly at you.

With a soft gasp you snapped out of it and looked away trying to act nonchalant and hide the fact that you've been staring at the group, luckily he would ignore it and think you were just another racist prick judging him. After a few moments you peeked again only to find his dark and piercing eyes boring into yours.

Shit, ok. You looked away and turned on your heels. New plan.

Deciding they were not an ideal target you looked for an easier one and after a while you finally found the perfect idiot. A virtually brain dead rich man that was way too excited to have his hands on you so he would have to do. Once charmed —which didn't take much, it felt downright pathetic— he led you into the boat promising you “the night of your life” in his company and you just chuckled, acting like the perfect oblivious young woman and trying to push down the gag that was threatening to come out when he graphically described what he would like to do to you. 

The boat was luxurious, a stark difference from the rathole you lived in back in the city. There was lavish furniture everywhere, a constant parade of servers bringing you drinks and snacks to the comfortable seats your escort procured for you both and everything smelled like expensive cologne so much that you felt nauseous. Or maybe it was the 2 whiskeys you downed to be able to stand this man, you were not sure yet.

It didn't take you long before you got him drunk enough to snatch his wallet with practiced dexterity. All too easy for you.. Or so you thought because when you were bagging the stolen wallet you raised your eyes only to find his again. The man from the dock, the one with the Mexican accent and the dark eyes staring right at you again. He was standing by one of the doors with a cigarette in his hand and his head low, leaning against a door. He was alone this time.

Fuck.

He definitely saw you stealing that wallet. You froze. The boat was full of guards and a thief wouldn't be too welcomed here. When your eyes connected yours were hesitant and guarded and his were really hard to read but he almost looked.. amused? The tense standoff continued for a few seconds that seemed to stretch forever while your heart rate picked up in your chest. 

The drunken fool you were robbing didn't have the slightest idea of this situation unfolding so he kept trying to nuzzle your neck, thinking you were getting closer and thankfully that was distracting him from the man staring behind him. You couldn't control the scowl this time. Then, without a warning, the man broke eye contact and kept walking like he had somewhere else to be, disappearing into a hallway.

You were dumbstruck, that should have been your first clue that he and his friends were not your typical rich fellows but at least he didn’t tell the guards just yet so there was that. Either pity or something else entirely you were not going to argue with results.

Once the idiot you picked as your companion wasn't of much use to you anymore, you excused yourself saying that you needed some fresh air and walked away to find another target so you headed towards the main room where the games would be taking place. You walked confidently and curtly greeted any guards or guests that you found in your way there. You were a natural at this and since you acted like you belonged there no one batted an eye. 

Everything seemed to be working as you intended until.. 

THUD

As you rounded a corner you heard a loud thud and stopped dead in your tracks, then a voice.. then you saw it.

”Mierda qué cabeza más dura tienes, cabrón..” *

*”Shit, you have a thick skull , you bastard..”

Standing by a very unconscious guard was, again, the Mexican man, nursing his hand like he just punched the lights out of the guard, which apparently he had. Life sure had a sense of humor making you the one to stumble upon this situation.

He started to pick up the unconscious guard, probably fully intending to shove him into the closet behind them when he spotted you and he froze too, his eyes snapped wide open and were once more fixed on you for the third time that night. 

You should have bolted out of there like he did when he saw you taking the wallet and return the favor but his eyes had you pinned to the floor and a very awkward silence had settled between you. 

”I, uh- “ He started. “He’s… he’s fine” He stuttered, breaking the silence after a few seconds.

That.. was the last thing you had been expecting from him to be honest and it floored you so much that  against your better judgement you just laughed at how awkward he looked and the overall situation

“He doesn't look like it..” You said between giggles.

—

There you were, the lady from the docks again. You seemed to be everywhere today ,not that he’d been following you.. too much. He had been keeping an eye on you since he caught you staring at the docks, first he was suspicious of you but when he caught you stealing a wallet he finally understood that you were just a thief much like himself and the gang were. But that wasn't the only reason he had been staring, he couldn't lie, you were beautiful, absolutely stunning and very much his type and all dolled up you were pure eye candy. And being honest, the fact that you were wearing a corset so tight he could perfectly see your cleavage when you shoved that wallet inside had his mind reeling so bad he had to walk away.

But now you had caught him red handed when he was about to strip naked this guard and take his uniform to follow Trelawny’s plan and he was left frozen in place, unsure about what to do next.

That was until you laughed. After you did he relaxed slightly, he just chuckled along awkwardly, your laugh sounded sweet and genuine even in a moment like this and it helped ease the tension but didn't make it any easier for him to speak.

”So..” You started, gaining a little more confidence “How about I forget all of this..” you motioned to the guard on the floor. “..and you forget about the wallet? No questions asked. Sounds fair?” You asked with a smirk, deeply amused by the whole thing, it seemed.

Oh, that smirk did something to him. He tried to cover the fact that he was starting to blush and fidgeted with his gloves. Finally he got a hold of himself and smiled at you with what he tried to be a charming smile but ended up more like a loop sided grin.

”Deal, cielo.”

You seemed to like it because you chuckled again, something that made his heart flutter in his chest. 

”See you around, dear, be more careful next time will ya? This place is full of guards.” With that you waved and turned around to leave. 

“Will do, querida.. will do, try not to get caught either and uh.. stay safe, this may get.. dangerous tonight.”

You turned around with a sly grin and nodded, thankful about the heads up.

He took a good look at your rear as you walked away with his head turned lightly to the side and a stupid grin plastered on his face. He had been the exact opposite of smooth but damn you were a sight for sore eyes and judging by your reaction you had some fire in you. He liked that. Then he remembered he was there for a reason. ”Shit..right” He murmured to himself and took the body again.

After he put on the guard’s uniform and left the unconscious body inside a nearby closet he made his way to the main room as he was supposed to do. Trelawny’s plan for him was to pose as a guard and accompany Arthur to the safe upstairs when he won all the rigged games, then they would take everything and bolt out of there.

He reached the main room and took his position, standing still between the side doors and Arthur's table. He was already playing the rigged games and, with Strauss's help, everything was going according to plan so he just had to wait for the next part of the plan and pose as a guard. 

Javier scanned the main room, a luxurious open space with poker tables where all the big shots were gambling with enough money to buy a small village. It felt repulsive. At the end of the long room there was a bar where he could see that Trelawny was already making himself the center of attention with his loud and overly dramatic antics to make it easier for Arthur and Strauss to cheat. And by the bar .. 

Ay, madre..

Of course it was you, he was almost expecting it at that point. Even looking forward to it. You were looking at him with a smirk and a glass of wine, leaning your back against the bar and sitting with your legs crossed, enough to let him see your bare calf. He straightened up real quick. 

You seemed to be amused and in an excellent mood, taking in his new look. Maybe you had managed to get a good loot from the many men that seemed to be trying to get your attention.. you didn't seem too bothered by it, in fact, it almost looked like you were in your element but you still scowled a few  times when they got too close. You’ve done this before, he was sure of that. Then you subtly raised your glass in his direction as a toast and he gave you a small wave. HE WAVED. Like a fucking KID. He cringed internally. What was he thinking !? 

To his absolute surprise and relief you just chuckled, giving him a genuine smile. You were an odd one, that was for sure, but you had him in a chokehold.

As time passed he couldn't help it and found his focus shifting from Arthur's game and the mission to you. He caught a glimpse of how masterfully you snatched rings, wallets and watches from the men around you and how smug you looked anytime you managed to bag them without getting caught. He was impressed.. and a little turned on. He found your skills incredibly attractive but when you turned around and winked at him with a new gold watch in your grasp he felt something stir inside of him and a familiar buzz started to creep down his spine.

Were you.. teasing him now? 

He wanted to scoff, to roll his eyes, he couldn't let you get to him so easily so he just smirked back and shook his head, trying to look as nonchalant as he could but still playful. Then you pouted and it all went out of the window. There was heat pooling in his lower stomach and this guy's pants were starting to feel a little tight. The idea of you teasing him in the middle of this dangerous place was making his head spin with all sorts of images he was not supposed to be having right now or he could ruin the entire heist.

But you were relentless. As you grew bolder you even started approaching his side of the room, swaying your hips and giving him a show whenever you got closer. It was more of a tactical move, you knew he wouldn't say anything so it was easier to steal over that area but part of him hoped it was also because you wanted to be closer to him. His hopes grew exponentially high when you sauntered over to him.

“Good night, sir, may I ask for your help?” Your voice was nothing but a low purr that shot a wave of arousal right to his already semi-hard cock and he felt it twitch. He moved his rifle enough to cover his arousal. How could he be this bothered by a random woman? He didn't know but his mind was reeling so bad he forgot to answer until one of the other guards looked at him and coughed. 

“Uh. Oh. Me? Y-yeah, of course, ma'am. How can I help?” He stuttered. Pure untold elegance. Not at all pathetic. 

“I need to get out for a moment but I'm not so sure where the restrooms are… could you perhaps help me find them?” Your voice was measured, innocent if he didn't know any better.

Javier had half a mind to look at Trelawny discreetly, who had been keeping an eye on him, and although confused he nodded. They couldn't raise suspicion now, if a woman asked for help the guards were supposed to help. Arthur still had a while to go and a trip to the bathroom wouldn't make much of a difference, he hoped. If that was even what you wanted.

“Of course, ma'am, follow me, right this way” He opened the door for you and led the way towards the deck, curious about just what the hell you were thinking. Once outside he thanked the gust of cold night air that graced his heated skin, he desperately needed to relax. He then heard you sigh and turned to look at you.

Bathed in silver moonlight you looked like you just came out of a dream, a particularly good one where he would wake up drenched in sweat and panting.. And again, all his resolve crumbled, rendering him speechless and staring at you with his mouth opening and closing. His questions were completely forgotten.

You took pity on him and smiled. “Thank you for that, I needed to get out, not sure if you noticed the clinking but I could not carry any more loot even if I wanted to.” Then you raised your dress to show him how under all those puffy skirts you had two full bags of loot strapped firmly to your thighs and a garter belt with a simple knife. He was not looking at either of them when he bit down a whine. 

His eyes turned completely black from his pupils dilating at the sight and his hand twitched over the rifle he was holding.

“Uh.. nothing.. good job” He facepalmed himself mentally. Definitely he was not the pinnacle of elegance or resolve today. He was as charming as a sack of potatoes falling down a flight of stairs.

You noticed. Of course you noticed, because your smile turned devilish and that doomed him. He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry and his eyes fixed on you as you put down your dress and got closer to him. A move that made him grip the rifle until his knuckles turned white. The effect of the cold night air definitely didn't last too long when the smell of your subtle perfume hit him and some feral part of himself came alive. 

“You know.. I had fun tonight.. if you have time I'd like to thank you properly for letting me off the hook. Never had a “partner in crime” of sorts.. and much less one so handsome, it felt nice.” You tentatively reached out and caressed his forearm with the tips of your fingers while keeping eye contact with him through your long lashes and his brain short-circuited. Did you just call him handsome?

But of course he didn't have time! He was in the middle of a damn mission, for Christ sake! 

“I- I have time”

Again, he mentally chastised himself but his body was not responding further than carrying all his blood to the wrong head so he decided it was all worth it the second you grinned at him and purred a sinful “Good” that made his knees buckle. Then you took him by his arm and led him towards a darker and quieter area of the deck and his heart was hammering against his chest so loud he was pretty sure you could hear it. He followed suit, keeping an eye on you the entire time, taking in how you moved, how your hand felt on his arm , warm and electric.

Once you found a good hiding spot covered by the shadows you gently pushed him against one of the walls —which earned you a groan from him— and looked around to check for any guards. He was too fixated on you to care about his surroundings at that point so all he did was lean the rifle he was holding against the wall to free his hands. For what? He wasn't sure yet because he didn't know if he was even allowed to touch you but his hands were itching to do so.

His doubts quickly faded when you seemed to be pleased with your hiding spot because you leaned against him, pressing your warm and soft body against his. He let out a soft hum, closing his eyes and basking in your warmth , letting the scent of you surround him, intoxicating. The sweetest thing he had enjoyed in a while.

—

All your attention was on Javier again. You couldn't lie, you found him incredibly attractive just from his looks alone but when you realized how awkward he was when you flirted with him or how he always needed a minute after you teased him even when he looked so rough and tough you were a goner. He ate up anything you offered, every bit of your attention like he was starved.

From teasing to playfully winking at him, every reaction you got from him had been feeding the hunger you felt for Javier too and being honest that uniform did things to you.

All night you'd been thirsting over him but you had to admit that when you saw him walking downstairs with the guard uniform you felt yourself gush and had to shift on your seat. 

You finally leaned against him, pressing your soft palms over his firm chest to feel his body and when you got a pleased hum in return your eyes darkened. That sound was music to your ears, his voice was so soft, smooth, deep… and oh so beautiful. You were pretty sure he could sing if he wanted to.. or maybe he did? You could ask later, now you needed to hear him again. 

With a sultry tone you got closer to his ear and murmured. “You can touch, you know..”

His eyes shot open as if he was unsure about what he just heard but then, when given another encouraging caress over his side his hands moved to your hips with a shaky grip, trying to keep himself in line.

You weren't sure if he was trying to hold back to be polite but something was sure, you didn't have much time here and it was a risky spot. As much as you wanted to savor this you two needed to hurry up so you took his rough hands on yours and guided them from your hips to the corset straps on your back slowly to let him enjoy the feeling of running his hands over you. He seemed to get the cue because he started to undo the corset immediately. 

“There you go...” You purred and when you got a hoarse low growl in return you knew he was a sucker for some praise.

As he made himself busy with your corset you raked your hands over his chest and sides  again, worshipping every inch you found. He seemed to be strong under that stolen uniform, not overly so but he was used to physical labor at least. You let your hands wander, which kept earning you choked gasps and appreciative hums from Javier and making the task of undoing your corset very challenging for him. He was putty in your hands and you were gladly going to give this to him and enjoy his reactions yourself. 

Before he undid the last strap and your corset flew open you cupped his face with one gentle hand to make him look down at you and leaned in slowly, testing the waters. His breathing — which was starting to get laboured —  stopped for a second. This made you fear he would decline your advance, maybe it was too much for a random hookup and he didn't want the intimacy of a kiss. Maybe you read him wrong, but you were dying to see if his lips were as soft as you hoped. Then he slowly started to lean in himself with a look in his dark eyes that told you he just wasn't expecting the tender gesture or he wasn't used to it.

You stopped an inch before your lips touched,still hesitant. The atmosphere around you was thick with unspoken desire and chemistry, crackling with electricity and his scent and warm breath caressing  your skin was making you lose sanity.

“Is this ok..?” You whispered, making your lips brush against each other. The ghost of a kiss. That sent a shockwave through your spine all the way to your lower back and your core that made you shudder. He shuddered too. And if that wasn't enough to tell you he wanted this, he showed you.

He closed the gap, pulling you by your waist against his body and pressing his lips against yours into a searing kiss. You melted against him, groaning into the kiss and happily parting your lips for him to explore your mouth with his tongue when you felt it brush against your lower lip, asking for permission. He didn't kiss you roughly but with enough urgency to let you know he was starting to get desperate. And if you missed that, his groans and soft moans were there to make it clear as day.

As things were heating up his hands clumsily but determined resumed their work to undo your corset, he needed to feel your skin, to see the chest that had been teasing him the whole night and after some fumbling it fell open to the deck floor. You let out a sigh of relief now that you could properly breathe and your chest was now covered only by the sheer camisole of your dress.

His hands found their way to your breasts and after unbuttoning the camisole he cupped them with reverence, kneading and pinching them and making you moan. That made him stiffen and he had to break the kiss to lean his forehead against yours, eyes closed and panting softly, trying —and failing miserably— to keep any semblance of control.

“Dios mío, por favor, I need..  please.. anything-”  He was whining and felt pathetic but the sound of it made you feel another wave of arousal that was sure to leave your bloomers wet and ruined if they weren't already. 

Words were definitely failing him but to get his point across he started rocking his hips against yours, hissing when he finally felt friction. He was rock hard and his pants were doing a poor job at keeping it concealed. How could you find that hot? He was a whining mess, needy and desperate and basically dry humping you and yet it was the single most erotic thing you’d seen in your life.

“Christ.. of course..  let me take care of that.” You whispered and your hand made its way towards the belt of the uniform, undoing it with a soft click. Then you kept going down for the waistband of his pants, and once you undid them your hand snaked inside. Following the faint trail of hair you found there your fingers graced the outline of his throbbing cock and you softly took it in your hand.

He downright moaned and hid his face on the crook of your neck to muffle it, gripping your hips with bruising force and keeping you pressed against him.

The sound was enough to make you feel your knees weak but you pushed through and buried your free hand in his hair.

“God, that was hot- “ You whispered against his shoulder. That seemed to do wonders for his ego because he twitched in your hand and let out a needy whine, the praise was getting to him.

Caressing his scalp you started to gently move your hand, stroking him with small and slow pumps at first and making sure to coat your hand with the pre-cum he had already leaking from his tip, speeding up when you found the pace he enjoyed more. Hard and deep. You took note of that for later.

After a while and feeling him buck weakly against you, you decided this wasn't enough so you took out your hand, earning a confused whine from him that was silenced the second he saw you kneeling before him and his eyes flew wide open.

The sigh of him was heavenly. He was panting, blushing bright red and looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Keeping your eyes on him you pulled down his pants and freed his aching cock. In the shadows where you were hiding you could barely see it but it was a nice size, thick and not too long, throbbing and with a glistening bead of precum gathering at the tip. You moistened your lips and without wasting more time licked a stripe from his base to his tip following a vein and taking with you the salty bead.

His knees buckled when you reached the tip and he had to lean his body against the wall behind him to stay on his feet, letting out a choked cry but you had no mercy and took him in without much warning.

The moan that followed startled you at first, it was loud and so heartfelt it was borderline sinful. You hoped no one noticed it because you were dying to hear that again so you took him in deeper, harder, adding pressure with your tongue and gliding it on the underside of his shaft following the vein you found earlier. You used his thighs as leverage to rest your hands and kept going, humming at the sight of him unraveling and soon enough he was a moaning mess.

You could not get enough of his sounds, the slight rocking of his hips and how he was trying to keep his hands to himself and not pull on your head to bury his cock to the hilt of your throat. Still, you knew he wanted it and you were eager to please so you did just that and drove him in as deep as you could take him until his head fell back against the wall and your throat hurt.

This proved to be too much for him because he gripped your hair to make you stop.

Taking him out of your mouth and wiping away some spit with the back of your hand you gave both of you a second. He was heaving and has a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He looked disheveled, a stark contrast from when you saw him the first time looking all sharp and serious.

“I can't- Dios. Me va a matar. It’s too much, cariño, I’m gonna-” He panted.

“It’s okay, you can-” You insisted but he shook his head and held your wrists, pulling on you slightly.

“Get up, please” He begged, trying to keep his breathing under control.

You started to get up but Javier was already too desperate and pulled you up himself by your arms and gathering your skirts over your hips he yanked your soaking bloomers down. He definitely wasn't a dominant one but the absolute desperation was making him bold so you let him do as he pleased.

“Jesus Christ, mi vida-” He growled after pressing a finger over your pussy to check if you were ready. And ready you were, shamefully so. There was slick dripping down your thighs that reached past the garter belt you had. He needed to taste you, to know if you tasted as sweet as he imagined.. maybe another time, you both needed more than that. Then adding another finger he started to ease them inside of you with extreme gentleness and you moaned. You didn't need the stretch but were pleasantly surprised that he took his time to make sure you could take him.

As he worked you open —and gave himself a much needed break— he kept letting out little pleased sounds against your ear and his free hand kneaded at your breasts, feeling your skin, anything to give his throbbing cock a break or he was going to bust right then and there. 

Now it was your turn to be a moaning mess under him, but the bags strapped to your thighs were starting to get in the way so you just unbuckled them and let them fall to the floor with a thud. Once free you parted your legs and hooked one of them over his hip, fueling his desperation because he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the tip of his aching cock and started rolling his hips against you, coating himself with your slick. 

He couldn't take his eyes from where your bodies met and every part of him felt on fire.Your combined slick made his the gliding much easier and each time he hit your clit you felt like you were about to collapse, gripping his shirt and muffling your cries by pressing your face against his chest.

He tried to do this right, to take his time and after some more rubbing he started to enter you inch by inch. But he body had other plans, the moment he felt your velvety walls fluttering around him midway he rammed forward until he was buried to the hilt with a snap of his hips. That made you both cry out.

“shhh…shhh..M sorry! M’sorry..Dios” he kept repeating that with a choked voice to soothe you while he remained fully sheathed inside of you, splitting you in half in the most delicious way and kissing your cervix with his tip.

Your vision was starting to blur at the edges when he bottomed out but the cherry on top was the sound of his moan right by your ear. He couldn't wait anymore, he had given you a few seconds but he needed to move so he set a hard and deep pace, he couldn't keep still even if he wanted to, driven only by pleasure and desperation for release after all your teasing and edging.

The sounds of slick skin against skin filled your little hiding spot followed by muffled moans and groans. You loved how vocal he was and hoped you could hear him and see him without clothes in the way or the fear of getting caught.

–

You were perfect. Too damn beautiful for his own sake. His brain was mush and he could only think about how good you felt around him, so warm, so tight, so welcoming for him.. so damn wet. He was losing it and he could feel the telltale signals from his body that he was about to cum. He was getting harder and twitching every few seconds. You felt better than he anticipated and it had been a while since he had any action so he knew there wasn't much hope.

Still, he tried everything to keep going a little more, thinking about anything that could delay his release but your sounds and the way you were clinging to him , heavy lidded and looking up at him with your beautiful mouth forming a perfect O.. no, that was too much. The tight coil inside of him was about to snap. His trusts were starting to get rougher and uncoordinated.

“Cariño- “ He started to warn you, fully intending to pull out, but a sudden jerk of his hips had you tightening around his cock like a vice, clamping down when he hit your G spot once, twice.. just right with those deep thrusts.

“Dont.. don't stop. I'm close.. please-” The way you clenched and the sound of your unholy moans did it and with a choked whine his orgasm hit him mid thrust like a freight train and he could only hold on and ride it.

-

You didn't expect what happened next, the moment you felt him come and fill you up with his warm release you thought that was it but then he gripped you tightly against his chest and held your leg over his hip and fucked his cum deep into you. He was not thinking at that point and it was already in there so why not? His feral side took over and his pride told him he needed to make you come too after what you've done for him so he pistoned in and out of you risking his own overstimulation with one goal, pleasure you. By the fifth rough thrust you couldn't take anymore of that pace and you came so hard your vision went white. Even your voice betrayed you, all you managed to let out was a muted whine as you clamped down on him so tight he had to stop to keep himself standing and buried to the hilt, still throbbing slightly and keeping his cum deep inside of you.

Finally, his knees gave up and using the wall behind him he slid down until he was seated on the floor and heaving with you straddling him. He didn't let go, keeping you tightly pressed against his chest and you made no move to get away from him either, still trying to get your body to respond and come down from your high. You felt his heart hammering against yours and it was almost soothing but not as much as his hand when he started caressing circles on your back .

If you didn't know better you’d say it was an affectionate gesture and it made you start to panic when the only thing in your mind at the thought of him being more than a random hookup was a deep yearning. You didn't even know his name for christ sake and it was not the moment to let your lack of affection and emotional and physical starvation get the better of you. You still had to go back to land.

Unaware of your inner turmoil Javier was on cloud nine. Sated, content and just enjoying the feeling of having you on top of him. His hand kept caressing your back and his chin was resting on your shoulder, looking out for any guards or something that told him they had been discovered and basking on the afterglow. Damn, he needed to see you again after this, not even for the sex —which had been incredible and he already craved more of you— but to know who the hell you were, you were fascinating to him. He shifted to make you sit more comfortably and checked if you were ok.

As you both got your breathing under control and he slipped out of you —already soft— followed by a gush of your mess combined he leaned back to look at you, taking your chin on his hand to get a better look and his heart stopped. There was something in your gaze that told him that something was definitely wrong and he started to panic too. Did he do something grong? Did she not like it? Maybe she was mad because he came inside? Shit, he was a damn fool, wasn't he?

“I- “ He started “M’so.. so sorry, I didn’t mean- I just couldn’t..I wanted to pull out but-”

At his panic, yours flared too.

“No! No, it’s not like that ! I'm just not used to this!” 

There was a moment of silence.

“This? Sex, you mean..? Don’t tell me this was your first time and I fucked up..”

“What?! No.. no, I meant.. this” You placed your hand on top of his. No, you were not used to any aftercare, any affection really. You lived alone in a city where even the very air felt hostile. Any quick fuck you managed to get was always the same: fast, harsh and purely to scratch an itch. And after it was done you would never see the guy again probably. Except that time with the loud mouthed Irish man you met at a bar, another thief of sorts he said he was, it was nice until he disappeared a while ago. Sean was his name. You hoped he was ok. “feels strange, not bad..but foreign”

His gaze softened immediately. Just the thought that you didn't get any kind of affection tugged at his heartstrings. You were so beautiful, so sweet.. to him you deserved every bit of it and he’d be glad to be the one to give it to you. Any time you asked.

"What's your name?” He whispered. Hopeful.

You told him. Your real one.

“I’m Javier.” He replied with a smile. Genuine and warm.

This man truly was something else. From an intimidating stranger, to an awkward dork.. to a very needy and affectionate man. And now he was comforting you? You were hooked, you knew that much.

“A pleasure to meet you, Javier..” There was a small smile on your face, you felt shy, which was a shocker given that you just fucked this guy in a seni public place.

“Pleasure 's all mine, preciosa..” A beat “Would it be too crazy to ask you to meet me after all of this is over? Maybe in the city?”

Your heart was doing somersaults and you were pretty sure you were starting to hear someone getting closer to ruin the moment. Maybe a real guard. With a sly grin you nodded. You both needed to move.