Unexpected Romance

Chapter 8: The first time

It started with a storm.

The sky over Mexico City cracked open with thunder, lightning splitting through clouds like silver fire. Rain smeared across the office windows in hard, urgent sheets.

Alejandro hadn’t gone home.

Neither had Emiliano.

The younger man sat alone at his desk, reviewing numbers he couldn’t focus on. His body felt tight, wired skin hypersensitive, still burning from days of tension.

Then the voice came.

“Emiliano.”

He looked up.

Alejandro stood in his office doorway, no jacket, white shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled. His hair was damp from the balcony. Shadows carved his face into something brutal and beautiful.

“Inside. Now.”

The moment Emiliano stepped in, the door shut behind him locked.

Alejandro stalked forward, no hesitation, no teasing this time.

“You’ve haunted me,” he said, voice thick. “Every second. Every breath.”

Then he was kissing Emiliano hard. No gentle start. Their mouths crashed together like the thunder outside. Alejandro’s tongue slid in, deep and possessive, tasting, claiming.

Emiliano moaned, fingers curling into the CEO’s shirt. He was lifted effortlessly, pushed against the wall, his legs instinctively wrapping around Alejandro’s waist.

“You drive me mad,” Alejandro growled against his lips. “So soft. So f*****g tempting.”

Large hands slid under Emiliano’s shirt, palming bare skin, mapping ribs and hips and trembling muscle. Emiliano gasped when Alejandro’s teeth caught his throat.

“I dreamed about this,” Alejandro said lowly, grinding against him. “How tight you’d feel. How sweet you’d sound when I made you mine.”

Emiliano’s breath stuttered. “Alejandro…”

That voice saying his name like prayer and warning snapped something.

Alejandro turned, carrying Emiliano across the room and dropping him gently onto the leather couch. He towered above him, body broad, eyes dark.

“Take it off.”

Emiliano blinked.

“Your shirt. Now.”

His fingers fumbled, heart racing. When he hesitated, Alejandro knelt between his legs and helped slow, but firm. The older man’s hands worked with practiced ease, but his eyes devoured every inch like it was sacred.

“You’re beautiful.”

Emiliano blushed, lips parted.

Alejandro’s mouth moved lower chest, stomach, hips. Every kiss was hot and open-mouthed, his stubble grazing tender skin.

“Too many clothes,” he muttered, and soon Emiliano was completely bare beneath him vulnerable, shaking, aching.

Alejandro stood and stripped himself down. Broad chest, taut abs, dark hair trailing low. Big. Solid. Intimidatingly masculine. Emiliano’s eyes widened.

“See what you do to me?” Alejandro said, wrapping a hand around himself slowly. “You make me ache.”

Emiliano whimpered, his own need impossible to hide.

Alejandro leaned down again, hand stroking Emiliano’s thighs apart.

“You trust me?”

“Yes,” Emiliano whispered.

Alejandro’s expression softened for a moment. “Then let me have you.”

What followed was slow at first precise, patient, intense. Alejandro’s size made everything more overwhelming, and he didn’t rush. He prepared Emiliano carefully, watching his reactions, murmuring praise and reassurance.

“Breathe, bebé. You’re doing so well.”

When he finally pressed in, Emiliano’s head fell back with a gasp, mouth open, eyes fluttering. The stretch burned and thrilled, but Alejandro was gentle, holding him through it.

“So tight,” he groaned, sinking in inch by inch. “So perfect.”

Once he was fully seated inside, their bodies pressed together, Alejandro stilled.

“Still okay?”

Emiliano nodded frantically, hands gripping Alejandro’s shoulders.

Then Alejandro moved.

The rhythm started slow grinding deep, making Emiliano feel every inch. He rocked into him with a powerful grace, moaning softly into his neck.

Every thrust was a promise: You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine.

Emiliano’s cries grew louder, needier, his fingers digging into Alejandro’s back. “Please… more…”

Alejandro gave it. He angled his hips and hit the spot that made Emiliano scream.

“There,” Alejandro grunted. “That’s it. That’s what you needed, huh?”

He sped up, movements harder now, sweat glistening on both bodies, the couch creaking beneath them.

Emiliano sobbed out his pleasure, body arching. “I’m… I’m gonna”

Alejandro kissed him, deep and messy, swallowing his sounds as Emiliano fell apart beneath him, shaking, clenching, moaning his name like a confession.

Alejandro followed soon after, burying his face in Emiliano’s neck with a deep growl, spilling inside him, trembling as release overtook him.

They stayed like that tangled, breathless, clinging.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall for you,” Alejandro whispered against his skin.

Emiliano’s heart clenched.

But he said nothing.

Not yet.