Ortega bit his bottom lip and made her feel him.
Mae hissed as her pupils dilated.
Her mouth opened and let out a soundless moan.
Her expression was wracked with need and the silent question of how he was making her feel so good.
Ortega bit his bottom lip and continued to roll his hips, making sure his hardness licked every inch of her slit.
His briefs were still on.
He should take them off, but seeing Mae like this…
Disbelieving yet enjoying him… he simply couldn't stop, and the pleasure was too much, trapping him.
He leaned into Mae and their bodies entwined upon the bed.
He held her to him as she held him, and Ortega bit her neck as he ground against her.
Her moans gingered his movements, making them more fluid, more arresting. More...
"Mmmm," she moaned against him.
Her hands were already burning across his back.
Down to his ass, tugging at the hem of his briefs.
He slapped her wrist away.
"Not yet," he breathed against her ear, and kept grinding.
Her breaths went from aroused to pleading.
Her legs wrapped tighter around him, heels pressing into his lower back.
Ortega's eyes sealed shut as his jaw locked.
He was close.
So close. He could feel the dam about to explode.
He pulled back before he embarrassed himself.
Mae released a heavy, frustrated breath.
When his lips found her folds…
His breath alone against her pussy made her whole body tingle.
Though her body seemed to flee, her legs hooked him closer.
Ortega licked her blindly, then sucked, then flicked her clit with his tongue.
It was addictive, how each movement elicited a different, powerful reaction from her.
Ortega relished it, even though the taste of pussy itself wasn't what drove him.
The control.
The way Mae held his head as if pushing him away and pulling him closer at the same time.
She was going crazy because of him.
That only made him hungrier for her.
Ortega ate Mae up like a madman, and when she buckled suddenly…
He was too slow to pull away.
Her splash stung his eyes and spiked his heartbeat.
Ortega wiped his face with the bedsheet as Mae lay breathless.
He wasn't finished. He mounted her and teased her once more.
"Please…" she rasped. "Put it in."
Ortega's smile was devilish.
"Say please."
"I already—nngh!"
Ortega rolled his hips so his tip grazed her slit. That single stroke shattered everything. Pleasure turned maddening. White stars burst behind his eyes as he bucked and groaned. His clenched pelvic floor couldn't stop the explosion. Orgasm claimed him brutally. He grunted as his semen poured out, drenching his already soaked briefs.
He collapsed onto her, body trembling, spasms locking his lower region.
"Shiiiiiit," Ortega cursed inwardly, rolling off her so they could catch their breaths, sweating, staring at the ceiling. Then he felt her gaze burning into the side of his face. He couldn't bring himself to look at her.
"Mae?"
A deep voice rang out. Mae cursed under her breath, covering her mouth, eyes wide with panic. Ortega frowned. What's going on?
"Quick," she whispered, arranging her hair. "You have to hide."
Footsteps.
"Hurry," she mouthed, her face burning with an expression that promised a long explanation later.
Ortega's face darkened, but he didn't hide. He calmly pulled on his jeans, grabbed his shirt, and swept aside the beaded curtain, stepping behind the counter.
"How can I help you?" The words came out raw, breathless.
Someone dropped a pack of eggs on the counter.
Ortega looked up to see a dude. A fit, large dude with thick traps and tattooed biceps that looked capable of crushing him. Ortega swallowed. The man's eyes narrowed, and suddenly Ortega felt very small.
"Who are you?"
"Um… I work here." He managed a weak smile. "Nice tat."
The man smirked. "Thanks. I'm Bron."
He offered a handshake.
Ortega stared at it.
"Ortega." He accepted.
The man's grip was powerful, then crushing.
It happened too fast. Bron tugged him forward, smashing Ortega's side into the counter's edge. Everything scattered to the floor as Bron dragged him close and took a loud, vicious whiff.
"I knew it!" Bron growled, releasing him.
Ortega's legs wobbled as he hit the floor.
"What the fuck, bro?" Ortega bellowed.
Bron was already on him, yanking him up by the collar. Ortega's feet left the ground, his back slamming into the wall. A forearm pressed against his throat. The air thinned. He choked, tapping Bron's arm, but the pressure only increased. His heart outran his thoughts. Bron's face was a map of rage.
"Stop!" Mae's voice cut through.
Bron dropped Ortega. He staggered away, gasping. Bron turned to Mae, now fully dressed, though the musk of their passion still clung to the room.
"One week," Bron snarled. "I'm gone one good week, and you're already fucking this piece of shit?"
"Is that why you tried to kill him?" Mae shot back. "Are you sick?"
Bron froze. Ortega did too.
A heavy silence fell. Bron broke it with a bitter laugh.
"Does he know?"
Mae ignored him and looked at Ortega, worry plain on her face.
She opened her mouth, then thought better of it.
Bron turned to Ortega. "You're still here?"
Ortega gritted his teeth.
As much as he wanted to retaliate, he knew he'd only get pulverized. Worse, Mae watching him get overpowered burned deeper than the pain itself. Best to leave silently. Partly because he was scared, partly because he wouldn't be caught dead fighting another man over a woman, even if that man jumped him first.
He stood, clutching his side, and shuffled toward the exit, chest burning.
Then he stopped.
He couldn't leave like this.
Anger and embarrassment surged, burning away fear and pain. Damn the consequences! At the door, he pivoted and said,
"I'm still coming back for my pay."
Then he left without waiting for Bron's reaction. Mostly to get a head start. Luckily, the crazy bastard didn't follow.
Outside, Ortega leaned against the wall, breathing hard, licking his wounds.
Then—
"Fack."
He facepalmed.
Thinking back, those were the lamest last words imaginable. He ducked into a chemist, irritated at the cooler variations storming through his head.
Something like, 'I made her come twice without even trying.'
That would've been a nuclear strike to Bron's ego.