Chapter Nine
Jessie bit on her lower lip and looked from Sergio to the two drunks. By some miracle, Sergio and she made it outside the bar. Tom and his buddy tailed them, laughing and making jokes. Once on the sidewalk, Sergio planted himself in front of her. Then he reacted like an animal.
In seconds, Sergio shoved Tom violently against the building’s brick wall. Sergio’s fists blurred. Tom let out a croak. Blood dribbled down his lips as he slumped against the wall.
Tom’s friend stared at him and Jessie, but the whites in his eyes told her he was terrified. He should be. Sergio raised his bloody left knuckle to his mouth and licked it. The smell of piss filled the air. A stain appeared over the other drunk’s pants. Jessie wrinkled her nose.
“You and your friend better get lost before my boyfriend starts on you,” Jessie said. The drunk wisely grabbed Tom by the armpits and started dragging him away. Once they disappeared from her line of sight, she turned to Sergio. He breathed hard.
She tugged at his hand. “Let’s go home?”
He said nothing as he let her pull him back to the car. Sergio reminded her of a robot as he started the engine and drove for the trailer park. She stared at the dried blood on his knuckles. Not his. She would never forget the way he moved. He’d struck at that drunk like a snake without warning. A reminder that her Sergio was easily capable of violence.
He’s not yours, she chided to herself. Once they arrived at their destination, Jessie got out of the car first. It was cold, and she’d left her jacket at the bar. Going back for it didn’t seem wise, especially when Sergio was in this mood.
Before she could reach the front door, Sergio grabbed her shoulder and spun her.
“I can smell your fear, Jessie,” he said, pushing her against the front door. He bent one hand over her head. Her heart thudded. She shivered from a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. How many sleepless nights had she imagined him cornering her like this again?
“You scared me when you attacked that man, but only for a moment.” She met his intense gaze. “If you weren’t there to protect me, who knows what would’ve happened.”
“I’m no one’s white knight.”
“No, you aren’t, but you’re mine nonetheless.” Jessie pried her hand from his grip.
She circled her arms behind his neck, rose on tiptoe, and daringly kissed him. He tasted like cigarette smoke, beer, leather, and the clean soap he used. Sergio thrust his tongue down her throat.
Jessie couldn’t think. She clawed at his shirt and jacket. After he released her mouth, he planted more hot kisses down her neck. Sergio sucked the hollow of her collarbones and pressed a kiss to her breasts. He slipped the top half of her dress down, unveiling her bra.
He unclasped the hook with ease, then lowered his mouth to her left nipple. He sucked hard, making her gasp. Sergio marked her tits, leaving his teeth marks on both. She tilted her head back, not complaining when he slipped one hand up the hem of her dress. His touch felt rough and hot against her thigh. Above her, Jessie could see the inky night sky. She marveled at the hundreds of silver stars cast over the heavens like a net.
It occurred to her that she’d let him undress her in public. If he decided to take her against this trailer wall, she didn’t care. She just didn’t want him to stop. His kisses and touches burned. He could be her new addiction. A drug she knew she could never wean herself from.
He raised his head from the valley between her breaths, the expression on his face nearly feral under the moonlight.
“Inside,” was all he said.
Jessie felt herself nod. They retreated to the privacy of the trailer she had started calling as theirs. Sergio didn’t waste any more time. Once he kicked the door shut and activated the security system, he was on her again like a beast. He plundered her mouth while she tried to get rid of the dress. Her ass hit the edge of the dining table.
Damn it. She didn’t think they’d make it to the bedroom, but it didn’t matter. Sergio peeled the rest of the dress down her body. Once the fabric reached her ankles, she kicked it away. Her bra and panties followed. She became fully aware she was nude while he remained dressed. Somehow, she found that utterly erotic.
Sergio took a step back. He didn’t make her feel conscious about her body at all. Sergio looked at her like a fucking queen, like she was the sexiest woman in the universe. Her heart thudded as he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her to the edge of the table. He gave her chest a push, urging her to lie down on the wood.
Jessie did as he asked. Sergio stood between her legs, gazing at her pussy. He lowered his face to her cunt and began to eat her out. As soon as his tongue touched her folds, she moaned, clawing at the table.
Sergio gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he licked and sucked. He dragged his tongue to her clit and circled the sensitive nub of flesh over and over again before sliding two fingers inside her wet heat.
She gasped. The pressure building inside her shattered. Her vision blurred and her muscles relaxed. She came all over his face. Sergio lapped her up like a hungry cat.
“God. That was intense,” she whispered.
Sergio’s mouth on her pussy felt so much better than her masturbating on her own. Sergio peeled off his clothes and stood in front of her—nude, cut, and inked. Jessie still had a hard time believing a man like him wanted her.
“We’re far from done.” Sergio positioned himself between her legs. He hefted them over his shoulders. Like this, he could see all of her, pussy and asshole included. She swallowed, gazing down at his thickening cock. He rubbed her sensitive clit, making her squirm. “Tell me how much you want my cock inside you, Jessie.”
“So much,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Sergio. Make me yours.”
He let out an animalistic growl and guided his prick to his entrance. He was long and thick, the red tip of his cock already leaking pre-cum. He hesitated.