“No, Alejandra,” he said, standing, eyes dark. “You’ll just watch. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
He undid his jeans, releasing his cock, dripping with precum. Her eyes widened in awe.
“Let me kneel. Please,” she begged again, biting her lip.
“Come then.”
She dropped to her knees, one hand bracing against the table. Her eyes were locked on his shaft. Her mouth parted just slightly—inviting, dangerous.
He pumped himself slowly, sliding the tip along her lips, her cheeks, her chin. She moaned. It was almosttoomuch.
“I need you to recover,” he grunted, “come to London, and let me fuck you senseless for hours.”
“Yes,” she panted. “I want that too.”
He tapped the head of his cock against her tongue. She stuck it out for him like a good girl.
“You’re going to take it,” he said, voice ragged, “but you’re not going to swallow until I say so.”
She nodded eagerly, eyes blazing with lust.
When he came, it was hard, hot, and fast. He slid into her open mouth, not too deep, letting her taste every drop.
“Show me.”
She opened her mouth, tongue out, showing his cum pooling there.
“Swallow.”
Her throat worked as she obeyed. Then she licked her lips, and smiled.
Fuck.
He reached for a paper towel, cleaned her up gently, reverently, and then pulled her into a soft kiss.
“No more no contact,” he said, breath warm against her lips.
She nodded, eyes still hazy.
“Okay,” she breathed. “Okay.”
31
ALEJANDRA
Puede Ser - El Canto del Loco, Amaia Montero
“So?What happened in Ericeira? Do you want to talk about it?” Alejandra asked Carlos, who had been pacing around the house for the last hour, slamming doors and fixing random things with the grumpiest face she had ever seen on him.
They had come back almost a week ago from Portugal, and even though she was still stuck in her sling, her mood had somehow been lighter, in sharp juxtaposition with her brother’s, which had been absolutely horrible.
Callum was definitely the reason why she felt better. The no-contact rule had been completely destroyed, and they chatted daily now. Even though he worked an exaggerated amount of hours, he always took time at night to call her.
Were they a couple? No.
Did they act like one? Definitely.
But she did not want to put labels on it. Not yet.
