Secret Ties

Chapter 2

Mia

“I don’t usually do this.”

Alex slides another finger inside me, his pace slow and steady. I try to move my hips to speed up the motion, but he leans into me, licking the stream of sweat running down my back. My groan of pleasure and frustration vibrate in my chest.

“Oh no you don’t mamita. Now answer my question.” I roll my hips.

“What question?” I asked, chasing his fingers.

“You don’t usually do what?” he asked leaning forward, his motion pushing my shoulders into the two front seats. I am straddling the center console, and both seats are reclined. My ass is tipped up, p***y is on full display. My mind is in a pleasure fog, my thoughts all over the place. I need to touch myself since he is so hell-bent on teasing me; but there is little room in this truck, so I grind down on the console between my thighs to relieve the ache but jump as he swiftly slaps me on the ass.

“Hey what was that for?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. I hear his belt buckle jingle and wish I could see him.

“The first time you come when we’re together will be with me buried inside you so I can feel all that wet heat around my d**k,” he whispered and then nipped at the soft flesh beneath my ear. He reaches around to grab my breast and rolls my hard n****e between his fingers. “Next time I’ll have more time to explore all your sexy body has to offer.” Next time? I think to myself laughing, that is not a part of the plan. I am on fire. It’s been a while since I’ve had s*x and the last time wasn’t anything to write home about; but this… ooooh. I moaned as he takes my ass cheeks into his large hands. I can feel the calluses on his fingers. He massages my ass, rubbing my soaked center on the console. “My truck is gonna smell like your sweet p***y for weeks,” he said absently, almost like he was talking to himself. I look at him over my shoulder and his entire focus is on the movement of my ass. “Are you ready to tell me now?” He asks and I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper. He takes hold of his c**k, wetting it between my slick folds.

“What are you talking about?” I ask in a breathy whisper, trembling in anticipation. He pulls back. “Noooo!” I cry frustrated, my hips chasing him as he pulls away.

“What is it that you don’t usually do?” He asked. I try to clear my mind to focus on what he’s talking about.

Then it comes to me, “Oh it’s nothing,” I pant, “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” I say, leaning back trying to make contact with his d**k.

“But you did preciosa,” he says, sliding his hand up my spine and I tip my hips up in anticipation. I let out a shaky breath as he kneads the back of my neck, his soothing touch sending fissures of pleasure all over my body. This feeling doesn’t make sense. He feels like sunshine and warm chocolate chip cookies and my favorite pair of jeans all rolled into one. He feels like home; and just for a moment, I have hope. Hope that this is real. That he can be mine. That I won’t feel so alone every second.

“Please, I need you.” It comes out in a whine and I’m almost embarrassed at the raw need in my voice. He stiffens. His hands grip my thighs so tight that I feel a stab of pain. I look at him over my shoulder and he meets my gaze. We stare at each other for what could be seconds or lifetimes. His eyes are unshuttered, and I can see the need I heard in my voice reflected back at me. I open my mouth to say something, anything to soothe the ache I see there but before I can get any words out, he reaches between us with one hand, lines up his c**k, and pushes inside me in one motion. And he is big; so big that I lose my breath at the intense burn of his entrance. It takes me a minute to adjust to his sheer size. We both moan and I hear him breathing hard behind me.

“Baby I…I’m…” he stumbles at a loss for words. “You feel…”

“I know,” I moan, lost in the sensation of how full I feel. With him inside me and wrapped around me, I feel tears cloud my vision. “I’ve been waiting for so long,” I whisper.

“Eres mía y yo soy tuyo, siempre,” he says with a groan as I clutch him with my s*x. “s**t baby, I’m sorry.” He says in agony, I can feel him shaking behind me. “I don’t…I need to…”

“Please,” I beg. His chest vibrates with a growl, and he grips both my hips and pistons his d**k inside me. I brace my hands on each side of the seat and push my hips back to meet his thrusts.

He slows but doesn’t stop and leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Mamita there will be times when we are together, and I let you lead. But right now, I need you to let me f**k you. I promise, if you let me, I’ll make it so good.” He says, rolling his hips to screw his d**k inside me, hitting a tender spot. I sag on the seat, releasing my hands. “Can you do that for me?” He leans forward and nips my shoulder.

“Yes,” I say quickly, willing to give him anything he wants in this moment.

“Mmm good girl,” he turns my head and sucks my lower lip into his mouth. My p***y immediately gets wetter. He pulls back.

“You like being my good girl?” he asks in surprise, reaching down to slide his fingers down to catch my wetness. I moan when I hear him sucking them. “I’m gonna take good care of you preciosa, siempre.”