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Content warning: smut, sex pinv, oral sex (both receiving), protected sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, creampie, different positions, rimming, adult language
Summary: After the wedding, you and your biggest enemy can't stop thinking about each other. Harry decides that he is going to take action.
Word count: 9,2K
You’ve been staring at the wall for about fifteen minutes now. A long sigh comes out of your mouth as you think about what happened a week ago. Jo watches you through the glass door of your office. Ever since you came back from your friend’s wedding, things have gotten weird. She noticed this contemplation and your smiles.
And the sketchiest thing is that you didn’t even get back to your I Hate Harry Castillo podcast episode, which Jo expected to be about two to three hours long. Or at least thirty minutes each day. When she asked how the wedding was, the answer was quick and short:
“Good, Jo.”
Jo: She has been staring at the wall again for an eternity.
Marcus: We are on our way to the meeting. Shit.
Jo: Let’s see if they will kiss or slap each other.
Marcus: Oh Jfc.
In the car, Harry is acting suspicious. For a week he has been like that, looking at his cellphone a lot, as if waiting for someone to call or text. He mentioned you a few times, not even talking about the wedding. Marcus thought he would’ve been bragging about some of the bridesmaids who might hit on him or with whom he could’ve had sex.
But nothing.
“I hope the brat is in a good mood this morning” he mutters like he doesn’t even mean it.
“She probably isn’t, she never is” he chuckles.
A few minutes later, Jo hears the elevator bell ring. Her heart races with the anxiety of them being together in the same room for the first time. Harry walks out first, followed by Marcus, who is already holding back a laugh while looking at her.
You see them, turning your chair toward the desk where you'll discuss the partnership in a new investment software project. Since you are now responsible for the Castillos—your nightmare—the meeting will be just the two of you.
“Morning, Mr. Castillo” your face is blank.
“Morning, darling” the intonation of the darling is annoying.
The fact that he is in front of you right now after a week and you can picture him naked. You can feel something burning inside you, remembering every drag of his delicious cock in your pussy, his mouth, his fingers. Back to the real world, they’re all staring at you.
“So…” Harry repeats, not even sounding angry. “Can I sit?”
“Of course, Castillo, why would I say no?” you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.
Both of you walk to your desk and take a seat. Your assistants stay outside, just watching, the door closed. You don’t need them there. None of you want them there. Not even wanting to be here right now, but in that hotel room.
“How have you been?” he asks, eyes searching for yours. “Never called or texted me back.”
“That was a mistake, Castillo” you breathe heavily.
“Not for me” he mutters and your gazes meet.
“Please, Castillo, let’s keep it professional” you close your eyes.
“What if I don’t want it?” he holds back the urge to place his hand on yours.
“Harry, look at me” you can’t look into his eyes. “We are not going to repeat it. I don’t hate you, but we can’t.”
“Why?” he asks. “We already solved every problem between us.”
“Because this is a professional relationship. How will things stay between the companies if both associates are having sex?”
“I couldn’t care less” he shrugs, lying back.
“Because you’re a man” you whisper. “You don’t have to worry about reputation.”
Harry stays quiet now, listening as you start to talk about the project. The way you talk and move your hands. He can only think about the way you touched his body, how your face looks when you come. Your moans. Harry doesn’t give a fuck about this software project. He wants to rip your clothes off and have sex with you right now on this desk.
“Marcus, I need you to clear my lunch schedule until 3 PM” Harry announces as he leaves his office, putting his jacket on. “I have a meeting.”
“Huh- Okay, sir.” Marcus is shocked.
He can’t take you out of his mind. Thinking about you 24/7. Harry decides he has to have you, and he will. The whole night you haunted his dreams. You have for the last nine days. Being only partners won’t work for him.
In about thirty minutes Marcus receives a message from Jo. Weird. Unexpected. Harry has no meetings with you. Maybe you need one to talk about the project or just fight him for something he did. When he opens it, there is a picture of his boss walking into your office with the subtitle:
Jo: What is your boss doing here? Is there a meeting I’m not aware of?
Marcus: No. What is he doing there? Keep me updated.
“Castillo? What are you doing here?” you pull Harry inside your office, smiling at Jo.
“I want to take you out to have lunch” he smiles, confident.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” your face is now red, holding yourself back.
“What? I just wanted to see you” his voice is smooth and he is looking at you with those eyes.
“Harry!” your hands start to shake. “I told you to stop this nonsense. Jesus, man, you can’t come in here thinking that you’ll take me out on a date, you fucking asshole. Look how Jo is looking at us. I can’t believe you! This is not okay.”
“Have you finished?” he teases.
“I’ll fucking murder you” the words come from between your teeth.
“After lunch. Come. Just say we forgot to put a lunch meeting in the schedule” he smiles.
“Will you pay?” you are the one teasing now.
“Absolutely, you broke ass” he bites his lower lip.
“I have more money than you” you wink.
“I doubt that.”
“Just because your family has money doesn’t mean you have. And I built my career, you inherited yours” you raise one eyebrow.
Jo listens to it and understands that everything is normal. You are scolding him and being a jerk. That’s what she tells Marcus.
“Ouch” he places his hand on his heart. “Can we treat each other nicely? At least today?”
You sigh and roll your eyes.
“Jo! I’m sorry, I forgot to add the lunch meeting with Harry” you place your hand on your face. “Sorry.”
“Uhm-okay” she shrugs.
Harry is the one driving. It feels weird being inside his car for the first time. His scent is there, and to your surprise there is no woman’s perfume lingering anywhere. The radio is on, but the music does not catch your attention. The silence lies heavy between you.
The restaurant is not very busy. You refused to go inside one of high society’s most wanted spots. No way you would be seen hanging out with Harry Castillo. That would be great gossip. Your choice is a very intimate and small Italian restaurant you go to a few times a month.
Once you’re seated and have ordered your food and beverages, Harry looks at you and you look at him.
Awkward.
How are you supposed to act in front of him?
You’ve never been in this situation before. A date with him. It wasn’t on your bucket list at all.
Never.
Ever.
The beverages arrive. You asked for a glass of white wine and sparkling water. Not good to be drunk at work. Harry orders a glass of whiskey. Of course. His family owns the company. He can be drunk.
“So…” Harry swallows. He has to break the ice and you raise your eyes from your glass. “What is your favorite color?”
“What?” you knit your eyebrows together. A really unexpected question.
“What is your favorite color?” he asks again. “I want to know you better, and I can’t stand this weird awkward cloud above us right now.”
“Well, orange, I guess. I don’t think about that a lot” you shrug. “I sometimes say the sunset.”
“What do you mean?” he raises his eyebrows.
“I mean, all the colors mixed in the sky. That’s my favorite color” there is a smile trying to stretch across your face. “What is your favorite color?”
“Purple” he nods. “But now you got me thinking that maybe I also have the sunset as my favorite color.”
“You’re just imitating me” you narrow your eyes playfully.
“No!” he shakes his head. “You got me thinking…”
“Sure. And tell me, Harry Castillo, Mr. Right…” you smirk. “What is the most reckless thing you’ve ever done?”
“Reckless for good or bad?” he looks at you over his glass.
“Reckless” you shrug.
“Having sex with the most spoiled and angry woman in the finance world” his smile is so casual. It feels so easy for him to say those words.
“Now I wonder, is reckless good or bad?” you’re half insulted and half scared of the answer.
“Both.” For the first time, his hand finds yours. “Depends on how it goes.”
“Castillo” you smile back, not stripping off your armor. “I think it might end up good.”
“Favorite movie?” he shoots.
“The Notebook” you nod.
“Wow!”
“What?” you knit your eyebrows.
“You used to threaten violence against me every fifteen minutes” he takes a sip from his whiskey.
“That’s because you were nothing close to Noah” you giggle and he frowns playfully. “What? That’s the truth.”
“Do you want me to be? I have no idea what he does, but I can be” he winks.
Food arrives and suddenly the atmosphere around both of you becomes lighter, different. It’s not sexual, not hateful. It’s just different from everything both of you experienced with each other until this moment.
Harry makes you blush and you make him laugh.
“I’ve always wanted to ask you” he eats the last piece of his lasagna. “Why the financial world? It’s a man’s world and misogynistic.”
“Exactly because of that” you smirk. “I love finance, always have. But I also want to prove them wrong, never be underestimated. And I do, every day. And I did. I built my career and reached a higher position.”
Your boldness and determination were something Harry always admired and was attracted to, even though he never wanted to admit it. Every man in the financial world feels small compared to you. They try to underestimate you, but you go and prove them wrong, just like you said.
You notice the way he looks at you like you are the most impressive creature on Earth. He pays attention to every word you say, every movement. And this gets you thinking, maybe he is actually a Noah-type guy. And maybe you should give this a shot.
As promised, Harry pays the bill easily and effortlessly. He places his warm and big hand on the small of your back as he leads you to his car. The drive back is filled with laughter and music. Harry talks like you both never fought, like he has always been your friend, or lover. And you accept that because you feel this way yourself.
He parks in front of the Belmont building. Neither of you wants this to end, but time passes so quickly that it’s already 2:30 and you have a meeting in fifteen minutes. You place your hand on the doorknob.
“So, goodbye Harry, see you at the next meeting?” a crooked smile comes to your face, lighting up the whole car.
“I wanted to ask you something” he swallows and looks into your eyes.
“Just one more question” you giggle. “Shoot!”
“Can we do this more often?” Harry bites the inside of his cheek. “Like, see each other outside the office and meetings?”
“Let me think” you smirk. “Of course we can, Harry Castillo. I want to see if you can be a Noah-type guy.”
“I’ll. Have faith in me” he winks.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and Harry does the same, his hand landing gently on your thigh. He leans in and you are waiting for his lips to press against yours, but he gives you a shy kiss on your cheek.
Once you step inside your office, a foolish smile is on your face. Jo analyzes you. You can feel it. Your assistant is wondering what is going on. You look different, your aura is different. A foolish smile after a meeting with Harry Castillo? This is impossible.
“How was your meeting, boss?” she asks.
“Like always, that stuck-up asshole” you shrug as you get inside your office.
Okay, back to normality.
Harry also arrives looking like his mind is far away, impossible to read. Marcus has never seen his boss like that. After a meeting with the spoiled princess? That’s new. Marcus cancelled his schedule until 3 PM, but soon he had the 3:30 one.
“Sir, Mr. Gutierrez will arrive soon for your meeting” he walks up to Harry.
“Okay” he answers without even looking at his assistant. “I’ll be there in five.”
“How was the lunch meeting?” Marcus asks, tilting his head.
“Normal” he shrugs. “That spoiled princess. Stubborn as always.”
Harry gets inside his office and Marcus’ phone buzzes on his desk. He goes to check.
Jo: Did Harry get there acting weird?
Marcus: Kind of. But he got back to normal soon.
Jo: Do you think they…?
Marcus: I’ve been suspecting.
Jo: No way, I think we’re going too far.
Marcus: Absolutely. They still hate each other.
A week goes by. Harry picks you up two more times for a few “meetings.” Taking you to lunch at the same restaurant and introducing you to a coffee shop he loves next to his apartment. Even with the proximity, nothing happens besides kissing. And it is just like that night.
Making out in his car becomes your favorite meeting. Harry’s big hands on your body, respectful but firm. Taking it slow, like it is supposed to be. But you’ve been facing this not as a serious dating relationship, but rather a situationship. Something good for both of you.
“Boss” Jo knocks on your door, pulling you out of the numbers you’ve been staring at for hours now. “Mr. Castillo is here for your meeting.”
“Oh right!” you say softly, tired. “Let him in.”
Jo disappears, thinking you’re not normal. You’ve been strange for months now and she has no idea why. None of her business though. Probably too much work. This new project has to go right. She knows you’re putting a lot of effort into it. Being a woman, you have to prove your worth all the time. And this is your chance.
Anticipation builds once you hear Harry’s name. The spreadsheets were taking up such a huge space in your brain that you forgot about the “meeting” you and him had scheduled. This time in your office so you don’t have to squeeze into his car.
The blinds on your glass windows are already closed from your moment of concentration earlier. And now you’re thankful, because the moment Harry Castillo walks through that door, you melt.
He looks amazing in a grey suit and pants. He is already smirking when he closes the door. His intentions written all over his face.
“Evening, spoiled princess” his voice is pure teasing.
“Good evening, asshole.”
Harry crosses the room so fast that you are not even ready for the moment his big hands meet your waist, pulling you to him. The kiss is deep, slow, but hungry and desperate as well. He walks you back to your desk, helping you up, his hips settling between your thighs. Unbuttoning three buttons of your shirt.
“God, always so fucking good” he bites your lower lip and pulls it.
“Shut up and kiss me Castillo!” you mutter against his lips.
Your hands hold his nape, pulling his face to yours, lips meeting like an explosion. Harry grinds his hips against you, his cock hard and pressing against your thigh. A moan escapes your lips inside his mouth. He trails down to your neck, meeting your bare collarbones.
“I need to fucking taste you” his voice is muffled against your skin.
“What?” you ask.
“I miss your taste, let me eat you out, it has been so long” Harry’s eyes meet yours, begging. “Please, let me taste you, babe.”
You bite your lower lip and nod. Harry smirks and drops to his knees, shoving your skirt up. He pulls your panties down and stares at your pussy. God, he was missing this view. If you had any idea how much he desires you, how his cock throbs for you every time you meet.
The tip of Harry’s tongue licks its way up your thighs, kissing your inner thighs once he gets to them, his beard scraping and burning deliciously. He takes a moment to inhale your scent. The one he dreams about. And with his firm, big hands, he places one leg on each shoulder, stretching you open as he dives in. Lips wrapping around your whole pussy, sucking lightly.
“Oh, Harry” you moan, letting your head fall back.
Each lick sends sparks up your body, making you twitch. The tip of his tongue travels along your folds, getting to your clit, where he takes a long break, circling it, resting there and continuing, just so you can feel his warmth.
“God, spoiled girl, you taste so good” he hums.
“Fuck, Harry, don’t stop” you beg.
And he follows your orders, which is what he loves doing. Eating you out so well, focusing on your clit as two of his fingers enter you, making you moan a little louder now. Something you’re also thankful for is the soundproof glass. Your hands thread through his hair, tugging it gently, only motivating him.
Harry pumps his fingers inside, curling them, almost making you scream out, desperate. The way his tongue slides perfectly on your folds and clit, how his teeth graze them. You come. Violently. Your pussy clenching wildly around his fingers that still pump inside you, and he peppers your pussy with kisses through your aftershocks.
“Oh, Harry, you’re the best” you pant.
“I’m not done” he smirks, his lips swollen and flushed, glistening with your arousal.
His fingers come back to pumping hard, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking it and releasing it. Doing this in intervals. Building your heat again. You grind on his face, wanting more and more. His beard is scraping everywhere now. And with trembling legs, you come again, biting your lip to hold back a scream.
Giving you time to breathe, Harry kisses every inch of your sensitive skin, stroking gently inside you. Only to resume, a little lighter this time, softly and unhurried. Making you feel it all. He is not teasing, just enjoying the moment he has, not knowing when he will get another chance. You reach your peak again. It is gentle, but delicious as always.
After four more orgasms, Harry kisses each thigh and comes back to your lips. Your face is red, your hair sweaty, and your lower lip marked by your teeth. He kisses you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
It is time to go.
Unfortunately.
This moment shouldn’t end. It should go further. That is common ground between you both.
A few more kisses are shared before Harry comes back to his senses, fixing his hair and clothes. He also helps you button your shirt back up, but your panties are now in his jacket pocket. He needs to have something of yours with him. And think about you while you are here with no panties on.
After Harry leaves, Jo knocks again, finding you lost in your own thoughts. You’ve never been so distracted before, always daydreaming now, always seeming to be thinking about something. Not something bad.
Something amazing. And she wonders if it’s Harry Castillo who is making you like this.
In fact, right now, looking at the screen of your computer, you are not paying attention to the spreadsheet. You’re thinking about Harry’s tongue. Everywhere on you. On your folds, your clit. The way he sucked you, the way he made you come over and over. The delicious burn of his beard on your thighs and pussy.
He is the only thing on your mind right now. You couldn’t care less about numbers.
Harry sits in his chair, sighing and leaning back against it. Soon, Marcus brings him a glass of water and watches his boss lost in his own thoughts. The assistant doesn’t even want to interrupt him, although he knows Harry was with you, which is the strangest thing.
The remnants of you still cling to him. Your taste is still in his mouth, better than his favorite food. The way he savored every single bit of you. Harry smiles when the image of you coming for him plays in his mind over and over again. Your scent on his mustache.
His cock has been throbbing ever since he was there with you, desperate to get inside you. Almost ripping his trousers apart. He stands up and closes his door, locking it. Now interruptions are not allowed. Harry sits in his chair again, unzipping his pants, only for his hard and aching cock to spring free, the tip leaking as he thinks of you.
With his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, he slides up slowly, imagining you there, bouncing on him. And that memory makes him pick up the pace, his hand moving up and down along his shaft. The sensation is so good, but nothing compared to having you there with him. He takes your panties out of his pocket, bringing them to his nose.
Your voice moaning his name, the way your pussy clenches around his fingers, tongue, and cock. So tight, so right. It doesn’t take long for him to feel the orgasm taking over him. The electricity running through his body, a huge load of warm cum dripping onto his hand. All he wants is for you to be here, licking it all.
After unlocking the door, which is not very common, and walking up to the water dispenser, he doesn’t look good. Shaking, sweating, walking strangely. Something is not right. So when he comes back, Marcus stands.
“Is everything alright, sir?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
“Yes” but he can see the water moving inside the cup.
“Are you sure? Maybe you should go home. There are no meetings scheduled.”
Maybe Harry needs to get out of here, but not to go home. So he just nods and gets inside his office to take his briefcase. He stops at Marcus’ desk, leaning against it, his hand on the surface.
“Go home too” he mutters before turning his back and leaving.
Marcus: Did something happen there?
Jo: Maybe, I think. She is behaving weirdly.
Marcus: Same here.
Jo: These two are hiding something.
Marcus: Maybe your boss threatened him.
Jo: Shut up. He might be insecure about her new project.
Marcus: Harry? I don’t think so.
Jo: Shut up!
Instead of going home, Harry goes straight to the Belmont Capital building, parking outside and waiting for you. He is almost dying from horniness and anticipation. Sweating, his heart pounding, his hands shaking. Why? Why do you have this effect on him?
You come out through the door, rushing to get the cab parked in front of his car. But he gets out faster and runs toward you, grabbing your arm. When you look at him, your jaw drops and your eyes widen. You can feel your pussy pulsing for him.
“What are you doing here, Harry?” you look into his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I needed to see you. I can’t stand not being with you.” his eyes, those stupid brown eyes, make you melt every time.
The elevator opens and you grab Harry by the collar, pulling him to you, your lips meeting. You could swear sparks are flying between you. His hands meet your waist, pulling you even closer, firmly, strongly. The door is kicked shut and both of you stumble from your front door to your living room.
Harry unzips your skirt, letting it fall to the ground. In a few steps, he lays you on your couch. He is throbbing for you. He has to eat you out again. He needs you now.
Your couch is only a few steps away. Harry lays you down gently.
“I can’t wait any longer” he pants.
His hand slides inside your panties, parting your folds and circling your clit as his lips meet yours. You gasp into his mouth. Two of his fingers enter you, his palm rubbing against your clit. Harry kisses his way down, still pumping his fingers inside you. Every time his mouth touches your skin, it feels like electricity.
In the blink of an eye, your panties are flying across the room, and his lips finally meet your thighs, his fingers curling inside you and making your body twitch. Harry watches it, your face contorting in pleasure as his warm wet mouth wraps around your pussy, his tongue sliding along your folds.
Harry’s fingers slide out just so his tongue can enter, tasting all of your arousal. Licking his way up to your clit, which he sucks gently only to release it and do it all over again. The moan that leaves your mouth is louder now, your climax building deliciously.
“Oh Harry” you moan. “Don’t stop please.”
“I won’t” he chuckles, vibrating against your skin.
Your head falls back when his tongue reaches your clit once more, and you feel that tidal wave coming to wash everything inside you away. The moan that leaves your lips is almost like thunder. Harry’s mouth continues to suck, now softly and gently, only for his tongue to reach your entrance and drink all of you.
“I need to be inside you” he says through gritted teeth as he comes back to your lips.
“Can I just taste you now?” you ask, and he nods.
He stands up and you sit in front of him, unbuckling his belt, your eyes on his face. There is no way you will blow him without looking at his face. Teasingly slow, you pull his pants down.
There he is, in all his glory: his cock.
The smirk that stretches across your face is spontaneous as your hand wraps around it, feeling him pulse.
Your tongue touches his cock,making him shiver. It has been so long since Harry dreamt about having you with him. Touching him and looking into his eyes. Your lips are all over him. That’s all he wanted. With your hands on his ass cheeks you pull him to you, his cock getting deep into your mouth.
Only for you to pull it out and suck just the tip. Circling your tongue, licking him up and down. Taking him all into your mouth again, bobbing fast and then slow. Harry groans, head back for a split second, just to look down at you, keeping his gaze connected to yours, only taking to roll his eyes from pleasure.
Harry gently pulls you off of his cock, laying you back on the couch, again. He takes your shirt off, and his too, rolling the condom on himself. He kisses your body with devotion. Worshipping each part of you, not leaving nothing behind. And then he comes up, kissing your lips and smiling. Your hands roam his chest.
This is the first time both of you are having sex ever since the wedding. Harry is right there, on his knees on your white velvet couch, his cock on his hand, stroking it, looking at you, legs spread waiting for him to lay on top of you. Both your eyes connected, a smile on your lips.
“You are so beautiful” that’s what he says before standing on his elbow and guiding his cock to your entrance “Are you sure?”
“More than sure”
You pull his face to yours, tongues sliding against one another as Harry enters you inch by inch, moaning into each other’s mouths. Your hand roams down his broad back, holding him as he thrusts slowly into you. Eyes connected. How can a month ago you couldn’t stand looking at these eyes, and now you can’t think of living without them.
Harry’s cock, drags along your walls, each thrust gets deeper and deeper, making you moan every time. His lips trail down your neck, getting to your chest kissing it gently. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, his groans too. You love his groans in your ear.
Your clit rubs against his pelvic bone, making your heat build, oversensitiveness making everything more intense.
“Come on, baby, come for me” he begs “I want to feel your pussy squeezing me”
“Oh, Harry!” you moan
With a few more drags you shatter, screaming Harry’s name, body shaking and pussy clenching, becoming wetter. Harry smiles, satisfied, you look beautiful when you come, he can’t get enough of it. When you come back to your senses you push him gently, siting him and straddling on his lap.
Your hands thread in his hair, tugging it back and kissing his neck. Hand spread on his chest feeling his heart beat. Slowly you lower yourself, feeling his cock twitch with the intimacy. His head falls back, eyes closed and groans leaving his mouth.
Every movement is controlled, each bounce. You love to feel the way Harry fills you up perfectly. His hand squeezes your ass, just to have his hands on you. The way your boobs bounce on the same rhythm as your ass, such a view.
“Harry, you idiot, why do you have to be so hot” you moan, letting your head fall back to, grinding down on him
“You’re everything” he takes one nipple inside his mouth, sucking it and drawing a loud moan
“You fit me so good” you whisper into his ear, feeling as his cock gets swollen “This cock is amazing, oh god”
Harry growls, biting your shoulder and you can feel his cum filling the condom, it is warm and his ragged breathing his cock pulsing inside of you. The grinding continues, until Harry pulls you out.
“Fuck, this is just-” his head collapses on your chest, panting
“I know”
You lay down on the couch and see as Harry stands and walks to the bathroom, to take the condom off and clean himself. You take a deep breath before following him to also get clean. Harry presses you against the sink and kisses you one more time before walking to the couch and laying there.
Once you lay, head on his chest and finger moving slowly through it. Harry kisses your head and hugs you. It feels so warm and secure.
“Don’t you feel underestimated just because you’re a nepobaby?” your voice is muffled by his skin
“Nepobaby?” he asks, looking down at you
“Yeah, like you’re the son of the CEO” you look up, feeling his chest vibrate
“Sometimes”
“I’ve always admired you, you know?” you smile
“What do you mean?” he narrows his eyes
“Like, I admired you” you bite his ribcage “Even being a nepobaby and even hating you for what you said about me, you always worked hard.”
“Just like you, I have to prove my worth” Harry strokes your hair “People think I’m there just because my father owns the company, but right now, I’m the one running it”
“Wow, look at this CEO” you smirk
“You’re fucking the CEO” his hand cups your face and pulls it up “And so am I, the hottest and most competent CEO”
“Oh, I’m already on your cock, Harry” you giggle “You don’t have to try hard”
“I’m not trying hard, I’m being honest” now he strokes your face “I think we spent so much time hating and teasing each other that these words sound weird”
“It’s a fact” you laugh “Sex makes me hungry” you prop to your elbow hand on his bare chest
“What do you want to eat?” he smiles, feeling the warmth of your hand on him “Besides me”
“You?” you bite him, and he pretends to cry “Tasteful, but I’m aiming for something simple, like, maybe pizza”
“Okay, I’ll take it. I can be your dessert” Harry sits up and kisses your lips, biting them
You watch as Harry reaches for his phone and orders the pizza, like he is doing the most important task of his life. The way his voice is softer when talking to you, and is so serious with the rest of the world. How his eyes shine when they meet yours.
When he turns it off, he crashes into you, laying you down and kissing your mouth, deep, tongues dancing, as your naked bodies touch and share every feeling. Harry’s hand brushes your face, affectionately. Smiling against your lips.
The pizza arrives and Harry goes to pick it up, you are wearing just a robe now, and he is going to change back into one of yours, which is perfect for him. Small and tight, his broadness is one of his best physical features. One that made you drool.
Sitting on the couch, in front of each other, you both enjoying the amazing pizza, and as stupid as you both are, playing this or that. Harry’s laugh is a sound that before everything happened at the wedding, you’ve never heard, and now it is your favorite sound. It made you laugh.
“Beach or mountains?” Harry asks, biting on his pizza
“Beach, it calms me down” you nod “Coffee or tea?”
“Coffee” Harry swallows and covers his mouth with his hand “Sunrise or sunset?”
“Sunset” a crooked and shy smile stretch on your lips
“I knew that one” he paid attention, and that meant a lot
“Cute” you feel your face getting flushed, so you bite your piece of pizza “City or countryside?”
“You won’t believe it” he wipes his mouth with a napkin, sipping on his soda
“Try me” you wink
“Countryside” he nods
“Wow” you widen your eyes and raise your eyebrows “Okay! Once you said I wouldn’t believe I knew it already. In fact, it’s hard to believe Harry Castillo is not a city boy”
“I like not being in the chaos too” he sighs “Away from all this madness that my life is”
“I understand, maybe you can show me how it is” you lean and kiss his cheek
“Your time” he swallows “Summer or winter?”
“None!” you say too loud
“You can’t do this!” he laughs, pushing your shoulder playfully
“I prefer autumn” you raise your eyebrows shaking your head “And spring sometimes”
“You’re cheating…” he pretends to be disappointed
“What will be my punishment?” you tease
“I could never punish you” he leans towards you, kissing your lips
“Romantic” you kiss him back, the taste of the tomato sauce on your lips being shared “You’re getting too lovey dovey, Harry Castillo!”
“Why? I can’t be?” he backs away
“You can, but just don’t get too excited” you wink
“You’ll be mine” he bites his lips
You put the dirty dishes in the washing machine, Harry follows you, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck. Shoulders shrinking from the shivers. His hand unties your robe knot and turns you to him.
“What are you doing?” you ask, eyes on his
Harry doesn’t answer with words, instead he pins you against your counter, hand cupping your face and mouth crashing on yours. It took him so long to get you alone, that now he doesn’t want to waste one second.
“Let’s go to my room please” you mutter against his lips, smiling “I want my sheets to smell like you”
Your words spark something inside, he scoops you in his arms and carries you to your room, placing you on your bed. The room smells like you, beyond your perfume, smells like you. It’s clean, but not as organized as he thought it would be.
“It’s your fault that I won’t be able to leave, you know that right?” he chuckles standing on top of you, panting and with a smile
“I can live with that” you smirk, pulling the knot from Harry’s robe
His hands hold your hips and turn you to lay on your tummy, pulling your ass up. You feel when his warm breath hits the back of your thighs, hands sliding down from your hips to your ass cheeks, palms spreading them slowly.
“Fuck!” Harry breathes out and bites his lip “You look amazing”
You weren’t expecting when his mouth gets to the inside of your thigh, his open mouthed kisses are pressed against your sensitive skin, grazing his teeth. Teasingly his tongue traces a wet path to your inner thighs now. Making you ache even more for him, pushing your hips back, but his hands hold you.
“Hold up” he chuckles, biting you
“Fuck you, asshole!”
“Oh, just because you’re spoiled by everyone, doesn’t mean I will spoil you too” the tip of his tongue brushes lightly on your pussy “You know I’ll spoil you, that is all I want”
With his fingers buried in your flesh, he spreads you wider, and that’s when his tongue really touches you, a long and slow lick, starting on your clit, - that he sucks gently - and traveling back.
You moan, fingers fisting your sheets. Harry does it again, slower this time, savoring you, your taste. His tongue warmth and its texture drives you crazy, parting your fold and entering for a moment. He stops now to devour you, mouth covering every inch of you as he licks alternating from fast to slow.
With your whole area exposed he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue. Pressing it flat with his whole tongue. Your thighs tremble, breath already coming ragged. Harry is relentless in his slowness, enjoying every pulse, every moan and the way he is making you feel. His beard scraping, burning deliciousness on your skin.
Harry goes bolder, tongue tracing up, past your perineum, until you feel him touching your asshole. You tense for a moment, a different sensation, but Harry makes everything easy, and you relax. He is gentle, feeling and exploring you, burying his face deeper as you allow him to. Tongue pressing against the entrance, not pushing, just teasing.
“Harry” you moan “Baby” your voice breaks
Then he licks again, a long wet stripe, travelling from your asshole down through your pussy, ending with a suck on your clit. He repeats the motion a couple of times, tongue dancing between both places. Not rushing. You take a glance back, and his hand is sliding up and down his cock.
Harry pulls back just for a moment, and you feel his breath, he is panting, his hot breath against your soaked pussy.
“You taste incredible” he mutters, biting your cheek “I could do this all night”
His mouth goes back to you, he keeps working on you. From pussy to ass, ass to pussy. The whole moment makes you cry out, moaning his name over and over. His fingers dig deeper, leaving marks. One of the hands let go from your ass and he pushes two fingers inside you, tongue still working on your clit.
You shatter, head falling back and pussy clenching as your orgasm crashes over you, without warning. A wave that pulls your head down, screaming out in your pillow. Harry doesn't stop, sucking you all through it, prolonging, and getting it all, holding you up. Letting go just to grab a condom.
“May I?” he positions the tip of his hard cock in your entrance, you only hum and nod
Harry pushes his cock inside your already dripping pussy. Both of you moan. He stays like that, just buried inside of you, not moving. Just feeling. Eyes closed, and breathing slowly. You also enjoy the closeness. When would you think? Enjoying such intimacy with Harry Castillo?
The thrusts are slow, different from the hunger from before. His hands pull you back at him gently, not squeezing, just holding. Harry kisses your back, your shoulder and nape. Brushing your hair.
“Harry, I love that you’re being cute and romantic” you look back “But I’d like to be fucked”
He chuckles, and so do you. Merciless his thrusts start to grow hard and deep, snapping skin with skin and making your head fall back. Just like you love. Now his hand squeezes you, pulling you stronger. You moan loud and he groans, also kissing your back, but now biting it too.
Angling his cock, Harry hits your spot over and over, you push back to go deeper. His hand slides to your pussy, stroking your clit, a bit more pressure and faster. Your moans break with each thrust.
“Harry, baby” you moan “Perfect!”
“Come on me baby” he begs, biting your back, still maintaining his rhythm “I love when you come for me, so beautiful”
His words make you come undone, chest collapsing, ass still up. Pussy clenching around his cock, that still pumps inside of you, feeling all. Your legs are trembling, and Harry holds you steady. Harry pulls back, kissing each of your cheeks.
Still looking deep in your eyes, he turns you to face him, one leg over his shoulder, standing up and pulling you closer, to the edge of the bed. He grins at you before sliding inside you once again, the friction burning.
Harry starts to thrust, the position allowing to go deeper each time, you pull him closer so he can lean and touch your cervix. His weight over you makes your breath get stuck in your lungs, your ankles burying deep in his neck.
“Fuck, baby” he holds your thigh and you hold one of his hand, your nails sinking into his flesh
Harry’s eyes are deep inside yours, the pleasure overflowing from both of you as he snaps forward, now harder and quicker, biting both lips. You can see all the muscles in his body tensing and flexing from the effort and strength. His thumb starts to circle your clit, making you hold a scream.
You feel as his cock pulses inside of you and the heat inside you starts to rise once more, Harry overwhelms you with pleasure and you both orgasm at the same time. His growl is deep and your moan is loud. Both sinking fingers and nails even deeper to feel the pulses and sparks running through your bodies.
After a few seconds of recovery, you slide off of him. Smiling. Sitting up in front of your former enemy, removing the condom and licking all the cum that remains on his cock, sucking it as you look into his eyes, a grin of pleasure and oversensitiveness is right there stretched on his face.
“I can tell you that you taste delicious as well, babe” you wink, bobbing down his half soft cock
Harry holds you close to him, your head on his chest, both tangled in your sheets. He is warm, comfortable and gentle, stroking your hair and kissing your head. Before falling asleep in his arms, all you can think about is that you can stay here forever. And that is exactly what Harry is thinking too. He doesn’t want to let you go.
Morning comes so easily with your alarm ringing, you are laying on your side and Harry is spooning you, his arm draped on your waist, and leg on yours, almost crushing you. His nose buried in your neck, hot breath on your neck. Even though you don’t want to admit, it feels fucking good to have him on you. To feel him pressed against you.
“Is it morning already” he mumbles, sleepy
“I guess so” you smile, but none of you move “The sun is up”
“Fuck!” he swears
“You know what, Harry?” you turn to face him with a lot of physical effort, face up
“What?” his eyes drop to yours “By the way you look beautiful”
“Thanks” you press your lips to his “But hear me out! I’m not feeling so good” your eyebrows knit like you’re suffering
“What?” he is startled “What are you feeling?”
“Jesus Christ, Harry!” you roll your eyes “I’m calling in sick”
“Oh!” he raises his eyebrows
“I don’t think I can work today” you bite your lip and open a mischievous smile “I’m suffering from cock need”
“No way!” he chuckles “I guess I’ll have to stay and take care of that. But Marcus only needs to know that I’m not feeling fine as well”
Both assistants hear your ridiculous excuses for not going to work today. You say you have a migraine crisis, which is actually very common, and Harry says he is still recovering from what the fuck happened yesterday. This little lie makes everything hotter. You both are being reckless together.
Marcus: Is your boss there?
Jo: No, she is not feeling good, why?
Marcus: Well, guess what? Harry is not feeling fine as well
Jo: Weird. Do you think they are?
Marcus: I don’t know
Jo: I'm starting to think they aren't slapping or killing each other anymore
Still in bed talking, and stroking each other’s body with the tip of your fingers. There is no desire to even move, the only thing you’ve done was peeing. Everything feels so comfortable with him. His chest vibrating at each laughter at your stupid jokes or even his morning smell - sweat, his faint cologne and sex.
You sit in bed, watching that naked man there, admiring him. He looks so good here, matching perfectly with your room and your sheets. Harry smiles, his dimples framing his perfect face.
Slowly you straddle him, looking down, not teasing, just easy. Harry sits up, his chest pressed against yours, arms around your waist, pulling you close. He is delicate, hands brushing your hair back, palm stroking your face. You’re the one to unite both lips.
The moment is so intense that you even forget the condom, the intimacy at its peak. You simply raise your ass, Harry now holds your hips, helping you to keep steady, and you go down. The feeling of his cock dragging inside your pussy makes you moan and let your head fall back.
Harry kisses your neck and chest, feeling as you bounce on his cock. Up and down, slowly, enjoying and feeling. Everything is supposed to be gentle and slow, no need to rush, there is nothing else you have to do, nowhere else to be. His brown eyes follow your every move, groans loud sometimes, others muffled by your skin.
The words turn into action, touches, moans and kisses. You grind on him, back and forth, his strong arms helping you, holding you, keeping your pace slow. Your hand rests on his cheek and your mouth finds his, a kiss that follows the rhythm of your hips and his thrusts.
Everything is so intense that you can’t even remember who you are and who he is. Or even what feelings you both used to have for each other. You’ve never hated Harry, you just knew he was one you could easily fall in love with. And he did too, you were always such a strong and independent woman, always so secure.
The kisses grow hotter, the moans desperate, bites, hands. His hands find your clit, circling it slowly. It’s an overwhelming sensation. Maybe even more than pleasure, but for the first time you think about another word: love.
Now you understand that thin line between love and hate. There is no line at all, everything is just a mess of feelings. Hard to put it together.
A loud moan and a loud groan, mingled as you both come together, you forget that you’re not even using protection, Harry comes inside of you as your pussy squeezes him. Both of you are trembling and shivering from the orgasm. You feel his cum dripping from you on your sheets, and you don’t even care.
Harry’s arms are still wrapped around your waist, bodies pressed together. Panting with his head buried in your chest. Hearts racing in the same rhythm, and calming together. Your hand massages Harry’s head, playing with his messy curls, his hands slide up and down your back.
“You’re so perfect” he mutters against your sweaty skin
“Stop” you smile when he looks up, your hand brushing the strands of his hair away from his face
“I won’t” he kisses your nose and presses his forehead to your, those brown eyes deep in yours “I think I might be in love with you”
“I really do like you, Harry Castillo” you close your eyes and laughs under your breath “Fuck, what have you done to me?”
“You did, you were the one who made me fall in love” he kisses you again, it’s never enough, your taste, your kiss
“I don’t even know what to do now. It all started so differently. Unexpected” you feel Harry softening out of you
“Darling” wow, that feels different “We both will have to figure it out, do you want to figure it out with me?”
“I think I have no option now, you got me, asshole” you rub your nose on his “How could you do this? We were supposed to be rivals”
“I don’t know, you’re too easy to fall for” his head buries in your neck, breathing your scent
“I can say the same. Damn!” you roll your eyes “Why do you have to be so perfect?”
“I try my best” his eyebrow raises
You collapse on the bed and Harry does the same.
“Harry” you whisper and turn your face to him“I just want you to know that this is hard for me”
“What?” he asks, eyes roaming your face
“Relationships” you sigh “I avoid them at all costs”
“Why?” his hand reaches for yours
“I’ve always been so independent, so focused on my career” you give him a half smile “It’s just difficult, never opening myself to no one. You’re the first that gets this close”
“It will be easy, I promise” he turns his body pulling you to him and kissing your cheek “You’re easy to love”
“You too” now your smile is big and he kisses your lips “Let’s take a shower, I really need one. I’m a mess of sweat and cum”
You stand up and he watches as you walk to the bathroom, so beautiful, your hips swaying side to side. Harry knows, he is completely in love with you. And that’s all he cares about right now. There is no Castillo, there is no Belmont. There is just you and him.
“Aren’t you coming, Castillo?” you scream from the shower, as the warm water sprays on your body
“I’m right here” his big body enters the stall, enveloping yours
You turn to face Harry, he takes the soap and starts to rub on your skin, slowly. He is such a tease, and he knows that. Every part of your body is touched with devotion. You do the same with him, the foam being spread by your hands across his chest, shoulders and arms, feeling his muscles relax under your palm.
“You can be the only exception” you whisper looking up, his fingers find your chin and pull you to a kiss
“I’m honoured” Harry pins you against the cold shower wall dropping to his knee and raising one of your legs over his shoulder “I’ll be so happy to be this lucky one”
Always an amazing view, your pussy, all wet for him. Now a bit of himself too. Like he hadn’t just had you, his mouth finds your pussy eagerly. He is hungry for you. Now he knows you love him back, and that is all he needed. Motivated, his tongue wanders along every inch of you.
“Fuck, Harry!” you laugh under your breath “You could let me at least rest a bit”
“You can do it tomorrow” he kisses your pussy “Today, you’re all mine, and I can’t get enough of you”
Holding your leg up, his tongue reaches you entrance, fucking you shallowly, only to trace its way back to your clit, sucking it with the right pressure. Your pussy is oversensitive by now. You had sex four times - five, if you count the oral in your office - in the last twelve hours.
One hand threads in his head as the other tries to grip the other wall, your moans echoing in that silent bathroom. The water is the only company of your sexual noises. Harry uses kisses to pull and release your clit, over and over. Your head hitting the wall behind you.
Every feeling is overwhelming, and soon you are coming inside his mouth. He drinks it all, licking and sucking. Sucking your clit so your orgasm lasts. But when Harry feels your pulses going away, he goes back, your gazes meet as he pumps one finger inside of you, making you gasp.
Harry’s teeth graze on your clit, being soothed by a lick or a soft suck. Another finger starts to push inside of you and Harry’s mouth is already everywhere, licking, sucking and biting. Humming and making the vibration to send sparks all over your body.
“Oh, Harry!” you scream out, coming once more, leg faltering, watching as he cleans you with his tongue, feeling you clench on his fingers
“You’re delicious, I could stay the whole day buried here” he bites your thigh before placing on the ground
He stands up and already pulls you up, legs wrapped around his hips as he pushes himself inside of you. You admire this man’s willingness. Hips snapping up as you grind down. Harry can't breathe anymore, his legs are tired and so are his arms. But he needs you, it’s stronger than him.
The feeling is so good, so addictive. Your breasts bouncing and your teeth sinking on your lip. The sound of your moans, and the way you come, squeezing his cock like you’d never let it go. And that’s what happens in a few minutes. Orgasm comes and takes over your exhausted body, brain already numb from pleasure.
Harry also comes once more, he has never come so many times before. He can swear he doesn’t have any drop of cum inside of him anymore. But it’s only with you, and it is worth it. He will probably do it more today. You stand there until you get back to your senses, just as Harry, putting you on the ground.
After washing yourselves again, only kissing, Harry dries you carefully and takes you in his arms, leading you to the bed. Where he places you like you’re made of glass, you crawl to your pillow and lay there with your wet hair, and he does the same.
“I have an offer to make” he bites his lips
“No sex, give me three hours and more food” you giggle
“Let’s have dinner together” his eyes flicker from your eyes to your mouth “A real date. Let’s do this right”
“Are you paying?” you smirk
“Whatever you want” he kisses this ridiculous smirk our of your face
I just received a comment talking about the Mile Higher one-shot with Harry (Bday Special) and it was incomplete lol, months after I posted it. So I just posted the rest. Sorry!! I had it written, Idk what the fuck happened.
Eu acabei de receber um comentário falando sobre a one-shot Mile Higher com o Harry (Especial de aniversário) que estava incompleta kkkkrying, meses depois de ter postado. Acabei de colocar o resto. Desculpa! Eu tinha escrito, não sei o que eu fiz.
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Ano Novo
Duas semanas. Duas semanas desde a última vez que você e Javi fizeram sexo, você estava passando tempo demais com Fede e ele estava se enterrando no trabalho. O problema era que toda vez que ele aparecia, seu coração ainda acelerava e algo queimava dentro de você. Algo que fazia você se sentir terrível.
Na semana anterior tinha sido Natal e o diretor da DEA permitiu que você passasse três dias nos Estados Unidos com sua família. Tempos de qualidade, suéteres, competições de casinhas de gengibre e muitos abraços dos seus pais e irmãos. Mas quando você voltou não houve um único dia em que você não estivesse na casa do Federico.
O medo de que aquilo tivesse se tornado algo mais sério estava te consumindo, e a culpa. Escolher Fede significava que você teria que deixar Javier ir, e você não sabia se queria isso. Fede era confortável, carinhoso e amoroso. Javi era fogo, paixão e também amoroso, quando queria ser. Mas um tinha um futuro e o outro era “apenas sexo”.
Enquanto você entrava no prédio da DEA com Fede ao seu lado, uma multidão se aglomerava em frente a uma parede. E você sabia o motivo: a escala de Ano Novo. Como você implorou por uma folga no Natal, seu nome provavelmente estaria lá. Javi viu você da mesa dele e sorriu de lado, maliciosamente.
“Eu pedi para o Juan me dar folga nesses dias” Fede murmurou “Minha família quer que eu viaje para El Corzo”
“Isso é ótimo!” você sorriu, acariciando o braço dele “Você precisa passar um tempo com eles”
“Pena que eu não posso te levar” ele sorriu e você engoliu em seco.
O papel mostrou algo que você desejava que não acontecesse: você e Javi seriam a dupla no escritório no dia 31. Se Steve tivesse feito aquela escala, não haveria chance de colocar vocês dois juntos. Mas Juan não fazia ideia. Então esse era o motivo do sorriso de lado do Javi.
“Javier, hein?” Fede sibilou, ele sabia que algo estava acontecendo entre vocês dois
“Sim” você soltou uma risada pelo nariz “Eu estou fodida”
“Espero que não” ele não olhou para você, a voz firme
“Ai, isso foi cruel” você arregalou os olhos para ele “Por que você disse isso?”
“Desculpa” ele implorou “Eu só-”
“Isso foi completamente rude. Por que você pensaria isso?” você fechou os olhos e balançou a cabeça “Com licença, eu tenho que trabalhar”
“Querida, eu-”
Mas você não deixou ele terminar a frase, virou as costas e marchou até sua mesa. Javier observou tudo, saboreando o momento em que você ignorou e ficou brava com seu namoradinho. Os olhos de Fede encontraram o sorriso provocador no rosto de Javier. As suspeitas dele estavam aumentando a cada dia que passava.
Você sentiu os olhos de Javi seguindo você, sem nem desviar quando você olhou para ele. Brava. Você sabia que ele estava gostando, um sorriso lateral para você. Tudo o que ele queria era que você e Fede brigassem e que ele ficasse sozinho com você na DEA.
Mesmo fingindo que não, a ideia de ficar sozinha com Javier ali te animava. E saber que ele ainda te desejava também era algo que te deixava feliz. Fede foi um idiota, mas estava certo. Javi iria te foder.
“Então…” Steve revirou os olhos “Vocês dois, aqui, sozinhos?”
“O quê?” você perguntou, arregalando os olhos e sua voz saiu mais aguda do que o esperado “Agora todo mundo acha que eu sou uma puta?”
“Desculpa!” Steve levantou a mão em rendição “Eu não quis dizer isso”
“Ela deve estar de TPM” Javi riu, olhando para a caneta dele
“Cala a boca!” você murmurou, mostrando o dedo do meio para ele “Homens são tão idiotas. Acho que vou investir em mulheres agora”
“Mulheres são fantásticas, você definitivamente deveria tentar, eu adoro” Javi levantou o olhar
“Ah, eu sei que adora!” você revirou os olhos “Os donos dos bordéis estão ficando ricos com o seu dinheiro”
“Ai!” ele colocou a mão no peito “Só porque seu namorado te magoou não significa que você precisa descontar isso na gente”
“Vocês dois!” Steve disse um pouco alto demais “Chega!”
O dia passou mais rápido do que o esperado, vocês estavam tentando pensar em outra estratégia para capturar Escobar. Steve estava planejando outra operação em um dos bordéis favoritos de Escobar. Javier conseguiu a informação e você se perguntou como. Provavelmente de dentro da buceta de uma prostituta.
O pensamento te deixou irritada por algum motivo. Seu coração apertou e seu maxilar travou. Javier percebeu, mesmo sem saber o motivo daquela reação. Para você, o dia já estava indo tão bem, o que mais poderia acontecer? Pelo menos você sairia cedo.
Fede estava sentado à mesa dele quando você caminhou em direção à saída, ele se levantou rápido e correu atrás de você. Alcançando você antes que chegasse ao ponto de táxi. A mão dele segurou seu braço e você se virou para encará-lo.
“Desculpa, querida” ele murmurou novamente, os olhos encarando profundamente os seus
“Eu não gostei nem um pouco daquilo” seu maxilar estava travado, os olhos semi cerrados “Eu não sou uma puta, Fede”
“Eu sei, eu nunca pensaria isso” ele acariciou o braço que segurava “É só que-”
“Só que?” você inclinou a cabeça, uma sobrancelha arqueada
“Nada” a língua dele pressionou a parte interna da bochecha
“Você está com medo do Javier?”
“Eu deveria estar?” Fede inclinou a cabeça
“Não” você engoliu em seco “Ele é meu parceiro de trabalho e amigo”
Fede percebeu o quanto a pergunta dele te deixou nervosa, porém não estava disposto a brigar com você ou te deixar irritada com ele. Não agora. Então apenas sorriu e passou o polegar pela sua bochecha.
“Faça uma boa viagem!” você sorriu e assentiu
“Obrigado!” ele disse baixinho “Posso ganhar um beijo?”
Você pensou por um instante e depois de passar a língua pelos lábios ficou na ponta dos pés, alcançando os lábios dele, pressionando os seus contra os dele.
Os braços de Fede deslizaram pela sua cintura, puxando você para mais perto. Você o empurrou para trás gentilmente e virou as costas, entrando no táxi.
A culpa te consumiu, Fede estava sentindo, ele estava certo. Ele deveria ter medo do Javi.
Por quê? Você não fazia ideia. Mas deveria.
Steve deixou para vocês dois uma pilha de relatórios para preencher. Claro que deixou, não querendo dar nem uma chance para vocês fazerem qualquer outra coisa. Você ficou em frente à sua mesa, olhando para aquela pilha, se perguntando que porra estava fazendo da sua vida. E apenas um minuto depois você sentiu aquele cheiro - perfume, whiskey e cigarros.
“Temos muito trabalho para fazer, hein?” ele sussurrou, fazendo você se arrepiar
“Temos sim!” você deu um passo à frente
“Você vai continuar com essa bobagem?” ele murmurou
“Bobagem?” você se virou para encará-lo, mãos na cintura
“Sim!” a mão de Javi caiu ao lado do corpo, batendo na própria coxa “Eu estava fazendo exatamente o que combinamos.”
Você engoliu em seco porque Javier estava certo. Você não podia exigir nada além daquilo, o acordo era apenas sexo, o único sentimento envolvido era a amizade de vocês. E era por isso que os dois agiam de forma carinhosa um com o outro. Pelo menos era isso que vocês estavam tentando se convencer.
Ainda em silêncio, pensando no que tinha acabado de ouvir, você caminhou até sua mesa, sentando-se e observando enquanto Javi se sentava na dele. Os olhos dele em você. Talvez ele estivesse certo e você não devesse estar brava. Seria uma longa noite.
A porta se fechou depois que o último agente saiu da DEA, fazendo seu coração acelerar. Silêncio não era nada comum por ali. Você manteve os olhos baixos no papel que estava lendo. Os únicos sons eram o barulho dos papéis sendo manuseados e do lápis riscando - o de Javi, não o seu.
Ele estava concentrado, ou pelo menos fazia parecer que estava. A luz fraca e tremeluzente do abajur da mesa dele o deixava ainda mais bonito. Você amava quando Javi estava concentrado, quando as sobrancelhas dele estavam franzidas e os lábios faziam um bico.
Pela primeira vez nas últimas duas horas você ergueu o olhar para ele, e ele sentiu imediatamente, levantando a cabeça.
Aquele sorriso, aquele sorriso torto idiota, aquele que ele sabia que você amava, aquele que fazia você derreter. E ele conseguiu o que queria. Você estava completamente derretida por ele. Não sorriu de volta, porém, tentando manter a compostura. Não seria fácil naquela noite.
“Para que tanta papelada? Burocracia é uma merda” Javi murmurou, jogando a caneta na mesa e se inclinando para trás na cadeira
“Você está sendo dramático, Peña” você suspirou, revirando os olhos “Pelo menos está tudo tranquilo. E você está aqui comigo, o que mais poderia pedir?”
“Eu poderia pedir para minha parceira parar com essa palhaçada” ele sorriu de lado “Mas bem, melhor do que voltar para um apartamento vazio”
“Nunca está vazio, Javier” você inclinou a cabeça, arqueando as sobrancelhas “Você nunca está sozinho”
“Nos últimos meses eu não estive” o olhar dele caiu para seus lábios “Só por algumas semanas”
“Vamos voltar ao trabalho” seu rosto endureceu
E você voltou a olhar para os relatórios, mesmo sabendo que se concentrar seria impossível. Ficar sozinha no escritório da DEA com Javier Peña sempre era uma situação terrível. Tentadora. Sempre rendia um bom sexo.
“Problemas no paraíso?” Javier quebrou o silêncio “Seu príncipe encantado fez merda?”
“Eu não quero falar sobre isso, Javier” você murmurou “E não é da sua conta”
“Claro que é, a perda dele é o meu ganho” ele sorriu de lado
“Eu não sou um prêmio” você olhou para ele, levantando-se para pegar água, sobrancelhas franzidas
“Você é, e uma medalha de ouro” ele também se levantou, mordendo o lábio inferior
“Ah meu Deus!” você revirou os olhos, passando por ele “Você diz isso agora”
“Posso dizer isso sempre” ele segurou seu braço
“Ele suspeita sobre nós” você finalmente admitiu, voz baixa
“Claro que suspeita” Javi estava provocando você “Nós temos a química que ele não tem. E aposto que eu transo melhor com você”
“Para de dizer isso” o rosto dele estava a centímetros do seu
“Por quê?” ele riu, os lábios quase tocando os seus “Porque é verdade?”
“Você é tão convencido” seus olhos oscilaram dos lábios dele para os olhos
“E você ama minha arrogância” os dentes dele encontraram seu lábio “E meu pau”
“Vai se foder, Javier Peña” você permaneceu ali, sem mover o rosto, mas mordendo o próprio lábio “Aposto que não estava nas suas resoluções beijar a mulher da sua vida”
“E aposto que você nunca imaginou ter o melhor sexo da sua vida” os lábios dele roçaram os seus “Acho que deveríamos beber em homenagem a essas conquistas”
“Beber?” você mordeu o lábio
Javi deu um passo para trás, um sorriso extremamente provocador estampado no rosto. Ele desapareceu na pequena copa. Você não fazia ideia se aquilo deveria acontecer, mas não pensar era a melhor opção. Ele voltou com uma garrafa de um champanhe caro e duas canecas. Você encarou aquilo surpresa.
“Desde quando temos champanhe chique no escritório?” você estreitou os olhos
“Desde esta noite” ele abriu aquele sorriso Peña - lento, convencido e devastador
Ele parou na sua frente, perto demais, colocando as canecas sobre sua mesa, os braços roçando sua cintura, os olhos nos seus o tempo inteiro. Sua respiração falhou. Ele sorriu e voltou para a mesa dele, apoiando-se nela.
“Sabe...” ele murmurou, a voz mais baixa agora “Eu não imaginei passar o Ano Novo preenchendo relatórios. Com você.”
“Acredite...” você arqueou as sobrancelhas “Nem eu. Quer dizer, com você.”
Javi segurou a garrafa e abriu a rolha com um estalo suave, fazendo seu coração falhar uma batida. O jeito como ele olhava para você, como se já estivesse te fodendo apenas com os olhos.
“Você sabe que faltam cinco minutos para a meia-noite, certo?” ele se aproximou de novo, enchendo as canecas
“Ah, então vamos fazer contagem regressiva juntos agora?” você provocou “Que romântico”
“Eu não sou romântico” ele mentiu com facilidade, entregando sua caneca
“Nada romântico” você riu sarcasticamente “Mas esta noite você até comprou champanhe caro, está se esforçando”
“É para aguentar a papelada” ele sorriu de lado
“Mentiroso... é pela buceta” você o corrigiu
Javier riu, um sorriso provocador se abrindo nos lábios. Os olhos percorrendo seu corpo de cima a baixo. As coisas que ele estava planejando fazer com você, não eram nada puras. Mas tudo para começar o ano da forma que ele amava. Fodendo você.
“Talvez” Javi ergueu a caneca “A um ano cheio de ótimas transas... comigo”
“Idiota!” você riu mas brindou mesmo assim “A um ano cheio de ótimas transas”
Vocês se olharam em silêncio por um momento, o único som era o zumbido das luzes fluorescentes acima de vocês, enquanto bebiam o champanhe sofisticado em canecas baratas. A noite de Bogotá se estendia e comemorava sem parar além das janelas.
Javier observava o relógio e você o observava observando o relógio. 23:59, ele soltou o ar pelo nariz, suave, quase nervoso. Você nunca o tinha visto nervoso. Mas o olhar dele sobre você fez seu estômago revirar e seu coração falhar uma batida.
“Trinta segundos” ele murmurou
Você não respondeu, em vez disso inclinou a cabeça com um sorriso torto. Javi colocou a caneca sobre a mesa devagar, o corpo perigosamente próximo. O ambiente pareceu diminuir ao redor de vocês dois. O olhar dele caiu para seus lábios novamente, assim como o seu.
“Dez segundos” ele chegou ainda mais perto, agora os corpos de vocês pressionados um contra o outro
A caneca na sua mão também foi deixada de lado, seu coração batendo forte de antecipação. Você não disse uma palavra, apenas o observou com aquele sorriso provocador no rosto.
“Cinco”
A mão de Javier segurou seu rosto.
“Quatro”
Você mordeu o lábio, a testa dele pressionada contra a sua.
“Três”
O nariz dele roçou no seu.
“Dois”
O polegar dele tocou levemente seu lábio inferior.
“Um”
Os fogos de artifício do lado de fora anunciaram o Ano Novo enquanto a boca de Javier se chocou contra a sua. Não foi gentil nem hesitante. Foi faminto. Ele sempre estava faminto por você, mas naquela noite a saudade tornou tudo diferente. A partir daquele momento, nenhum dos dois sabia onde tocar ou segurar.
A mão de Javi se enroscou no seu cabelo e puxou você ainda mais para perto. Sua mão agarrou a camisa dele desesperadamente. A mão livre dele deslizou até sua cintura, os dedos afundando enquanto ele fazia você caminhar para trás, passo por passo torturante. Seus quadris bateram primeiro na beirada da mesa, Javi jogou os papéis para o lado, colocando você sentada na borda enquanto ficava entre suas coxas.
As línguas deslizaram juntas naquela sintonia que você só tinha com ele. Gemendo contra a boca dele, a língua de Javi avançando mais fundo. O gosto do champanhe ainda permanecia nela, agora a mão dele subia por suas coxas, esfregando-se contra sua buceta encharcada.
“Porra” ele arfou, seus lábios ainda estavam próximos “Feliz Ano Novo, hermosa”
Vocês dois ofegavam, testas pressionadas uma contra a outra, os olhos dos dois queimando de desejo. Você precisava de Javier assim como ele precisava de você. O pau dele pulsando dentro da calça, sentindo sua buceta já pulsando também.
“Eu preciso começar meu ano provando você” ele rosnou, olhando para cima em sua direção
“E se eu não quiser deixar?” você provocou, inclinando a cabeça
“Não quer?” ele arqueou uma sobrancelha.
Você não respondeu, apenas o puxou para outro beijo, as mãos dele abrindo os botões da sua calça enquanto as suas desabotoavam a camisa dele, deixando-a cair no chão. Javi caiu de joelhos enquanto puxava sua calça e calcinha para baixo, expondo sua buceta para ele.
Ele gemeu, era um som grave e gutural, que você sentiu vibrando por todo o seu corpo, ele nunca tinha feito aquilo antes. Antes de mergulhar em você, Javi deu um beijo em cada lado da parte interna das suas coxas, então passou a língua em uma longa linha da sua bunda até seu clitóris, fazendo você gemer e arquear as costas.
“Porra, Javi!” você arfou
“Dios mío!” ele murmurou contra sua pele, ele sabia que você adorava quando ele falava espanhol com você “Eu senti falta do seu gosto”
“Cala a boca e me chupa!” você riu
Javier riu e voltou para você, mas sem misericórdia agora, ele chupou seu clitóris entre os lábios, a língua lambendo você, cada centímetro. Ele estava focado, como nunca antes. A mão dele segurava suas coxas, abrindo você ainda mais com os ombros largos, os dedos enterrados mais fundo, ele queria marcar você, garantir que Fede soubesse que você era dele.
Um gemido alto e sem restrições escapou da sua boca, ele enterrou o rosto ainda mais fundo. Tudo o que você ouvia eram os sons molhados da boca dele trabalhando em você, dedos se enrolando no cabelo dele. Seu orgasmo estava sendo construído, um dedo entrando em você sem aviso, movendo-se e curvando-se dentro de você, sua cabeça caindo para trás.
“Meu bem” você sussurrou, fazendo Javi parar por um minuto, aquela palavra não deveria ter saído da sua boca “Porra!” seus quadris estavam se esfregando contra a boca dele
Uma das mãos de Javi deslizou por baixo da sua camisa, apertando seu seio enquanto ele inseria um segundo dedo, movendo-os desesperada e profundamente dentro de você. A mesa rangeu com seu peso, os gemidos dele abafados contra sua buceta molhada.
E depois de duas semanas, você gozou na boca dele, o orgasmo atingindo você como uma onda, suas paredes se contraindo enquanto você gritava o nome dele, inundando sua boca com seu gozo.
Ele bebeu tudo, sem deixar nada para trás. Sentiu falta do seu gosto, não parando até que você estivesse tremendo, hiper sensível e choramingando.
Javi se levantou, limpando a boca com as costas da mão, segurando seu rosto e puxando você para ele, você sentiu seu próprio gosto na boca dele, a língua deslizando gananciosamente também. Você levou a mão ao cinto dele, abrindo-o, as mãos tremendo enquanto os lábios dele beijavam seu pescoço.
“Sentiu minha falta?” você perguntou baixo, contra os lábios dele, olhando nos olhos dele
“Talvez” ele provocou
Suas mãos encontraram o pescoço dele, puxando-o, os lábios se chocando novamente, como uma explosão. Era bagunçado, dentes se batendo, mãos descendo para empurrar a calça dele para baixo, libertando seu pau grosso e pesado, já duro, pronto para você, vazando pré-gozo. Sua mão se fechou ao redor dele, acariciando com firmeza, e ele sibilou, os quadris avançando contra sua mão.
“Acho que sentiu, e eu te deixo louca” você mordeu o lábio dele, puxando-o
“Convencida” ele riu
“Seu amigo está me contando uma história diferente” você sussurrou contra os lábios dele, fazendo-o arrepiar “Eu admito que você me chupa como ninguém”
O pau de Javier pulsou em suas mãos, e sua boca salivou, fazendo você deslizar da mesa e cair de joelhos naquele carpete terrivelmente gasto. Ele estava pulsando, e você passou a língua da base até a cabeça, chupando superficialmente, ele gemeu, a cabeça caindo para trás.
Gananciosamente, você desceu, engolindo por inteiro, chupando fundo, sua língua girando ao redor dele. Seus olhos permaneceram nos dele o tempo inteiro. Sua boca subia e descia, engolindo-o cada vez mais fundo, suas mãos ajudando a alcançar onde sua boca não conseguia. Os gemidos dele ficaram mais frequentes e uma das mãos agarrou seu cabelo, fechando os olhos.
“Cariño” ele gemeu “Merda!”
Suas bochechas afundaram para apertá-lo ainda mais, movendo-se sem parar. Havia apenas o som da sua boca trabalhando nele, descendo completamente e soltando-o com um estalo. A saliva escorrendo. Ele bombeou, fodendo sua boca superficialmente. Você conhecia Javi, a respiração dele ficando entrecortada.
“Bom demais-porra-para-vou” Javier puxou você para fora a tempo, ajudando você a levantar e colocando você de volta sobre a mesa.
Ele se posicionou entre suas coxas novamente, esfregando o pau ao longo da sua buceta molhada, mordendo o lábio inferior antes de enterrar-se profundamente dentro de você. Vocês dois gemeram, a mesa rangendo.
Javi fodia você com força, suas pernas ao redor da cintura dele enquanto ele estocava com intensidade, atingindo aquele ponto todas as vezes. Levando você a outro ápice.
“Javi, meu bem” você gritou “Mais forte, meu bem, mais forte!” suas unhas arranhando as costas dele e os quadris dele se movendo com desespero.
“Porra, cariño.” ele arfou.
Seu segundo orgasmo atravessou você, sua buceta se contraindo ao redor dele, suas unhas afundando no ombro dele enquanto você gritava o nome dele. Javi não parou, continuou durante seus espasmos000, mantendo você perto dele enquanto se recuperava, acariciando seu cabelo.
Javi saiu apenas para ajudar você a descer da mesa, o pau duro esbarrou em sua bunda enquanto ele inclinava você sobre a mesa. Seu rosto pressionado contra os relatórios espalhados e sua bunda empinada. Ele entrou em você por trás, uma mão em seu quadril e a outra em seu cabelo, puxando apenas o suficiente para arquear suas costas.
O novo ângulo permitia que Javi fosse mais fundo, as bolas dele batendo contra seu clitóris a cada estocada brutal. A janela refletia vocês dois - seu rosto e peito corados, o dele contorcido de prazer, os músculos do abdômen se contraindo com o esforço. Era uma tela privada onde vocês eram os protagonistas do melhor pornô já feito.
“Cariño” a palavra saiu da boca dele em um gemido, começando a se tornar algo comum, normal.
Ele bombeou ainda mais forte, você sentiu, o deslize da palavra era uma mensagem, e fez o calor entre vocês queimar ainda mais. Javier levou a mão para baixo, os dedos circulando seu clitóris lentamente. Ele mordeu seu ombro e você se despedaçou novamente ao redor dele. Suas paredes tremularam enquanto ondas de prazer tomavam conta de você.
O braço dele manteve você de pé, sustentando você enquanto aproveitava o orgasmo. Continuando a estocar, soltando um grunhido alto e selvagem enquanto tirava o pau de você e o segurava, derramando seu gozo quente na parte inferior das suas costas.
Javi gemeu até que os gemidos diminuíram, recolhendo cada gota com a mão. Então ele se inclinou sobre você, cobrindo suas costas com beijos, ofegante.
“A melhor transa da sua vida?” Javi perguntou, rindo
“Eu não posso dizer sim, ou sua arrogância vai crescer 150%” você sorriu
“Vou pegar papel higiênico” ele sussurrou contra sua pele sensível “Para eu limpar a bagunça”
A mão de Javi percorreu suas costas, sentindo o calor da sua pele. Não querendo tirar o gozo dele de você, deixando você marcada como dele. Embora você não fosse dele.
Aquilo era apenas sexo, e se vocês dois quisessem continuar transando, aquilo precisava ser uma regra clara. Ele deu um passo para trás, observando seu corpo, tão bonito.
Depois de pegar o papel higiênico e limpar você, devagar e com devoção. Vocês dois vestiram as roupas novamente e pegaram as canecas outra vez, como se não tivessem acabado de transar até perder o fôlego.
Encostados na mesa, você e Javi beberam o champanhe enquanto observavam os fogos de artifício que ainda continuavam fortes do lado de fora.
A mão de Javi deslizou para sua cintura, puxando você para perto, sua cabeça apoiada no ombro dele. E você simplesmente se permitiu aproveitar o momento, corpos quentes pressionados um contra o outro. Por um momento vocês dois esqueceram de tudo. Foi apenas um momento rápido e carinhoso que terminou quando os fogos também terminaram.
Seu rosto cansado despertou algo nele, algo que ele nunca tinha sentido antes. Javi virou você para encará-lo e afastou seu cabelo do rosto, as pontas dos dedos roçando sua bochecha enquanto beijava sua testa. Você conseguia sentir a ternura que tirou seu fôlego.
“Vai descansar um pouco” ele murmurou, a voz quase inaudível “Eu posso terminar a papelada para você.”
“Tem certeza?” você perguntou, passando os dedos pela linha marcada do maxilar dele “Nós dois deveríamos estar trabalhando esta noite, e ainda há muita coisa para fazer.”
“E nós trabalhamos” ele riu, beijando o canto da sua boca “Só que... não da forma que a DEA esperava.”
“Não apareça depois com uma conta para mim, eu não vou pagar” você sorriu de lado e arqueou a sobrancelha
“Ah, merda, era exatamente isso que eu queria” ele riu, virando você e dando um tapa na sua bunda, empurrando você em direção ao sofá.
Algo dentro de você mudou novamente. Toda vez que você se convencia de que aceitaria o destino de “apenas sexo”, você perdia. Se deixando levar por pensamentos que não deveriam estar ali. Você se deitou, o couro rangendo sob você e Javi pegou a própria jaqueta, colocando-a sobre você como um cobertor.
O cheiro dele estava ali - colônia, cigarros e algo mais, quente, mas ainda desconhecido para você.
“Eu sei que lá no fundo bem bem fundo você me ama, Javier Peña” você murmurou com um sorriso sonolento.
“Talvez lá no fundo bem bem bem fundo...” ele murmurou, desviando o olhar rapidamente, escondendo um sorriso.
Talvez vocês dois já soubessem a verdade, apenas nenhum estava pronto para dizê-la e assumir a decisão de seguir os próprios sentimentos. Não admitir era mais seguro, mais confortável.
Javi voltou para sua mesa, olhando para você por apenas alguns minutos. O peito subindo e descendo pesadamente, o álcool, o sexo e o longo dia não deixando espaço para uma luta contra o cansaço. Ele tentou focar nos papéis, pensar no que escrever neles. Mas seus olhos não conseguiam parar de te olhar.
O jeito que você dormia com uma das mãos curvada perto do rosto. O jeito que seus lábios se abriam levemente quando sonhava, às vezes até se movendo. O jeito que você não parecia em nada com a mulher que gemia o nome dele contra o pescoço dele, ele nunca viu você apenas como um brinquedo sexual, nunca. Você sempre foi mais.
“Feliz ano novo, cariño”
Javi tocou seu braço e balançou você um pouco, segurando uma caneca de café fumegante. Você levou um momento para abrir os olhos, a cabeça doendo por causa do champanhe, mas a visão de Javi sorrindo na sua frente era diferente. O sorriso era mais quente que o café.
“Bom dia, agente Peña” você murmurou, sorrindo, os olhos ainda lutando para permanecer abertos.
“Você está um lixo!” ele riu, chutando sua perna de brincadeira “Melhor se recompor, os outros agentes vão chegar logo para o turno”
“Primeiramente, vai se foder” você revirou os olhos “Em segundo lugar, você deveria dar uma olhada no espelho, bonitão”
“Você deveria estar me agradecendo” ele semi cerrou os olhos “Eu terminei tudo para você”
“Oh, obrigada, Javier Peña, meu herói!” você murmurou provocando-o “O que você quer como agradecimento?”
“Você sabe o que eu quero” ele mordeu o lábio inferior “Mas agora você pode me dar um beijo. Um beijo de bom dia para começar o ano direito”
“Ah, apenas admita, você está completa e incondicionalmente apaixonado por mim” você provocou, rindo baixinho enquanto puxava a camisa dele.
Você o beijou, foi lento, quente e diferente. Os braços dele deslizaram ao redor da sua cintura enquanto ele puxava você para ficar de pé, ainda beijando você como se não tivesse nenhum outro lugar para estar. E como se ninguém pudesse pegar vocês no flagra.
“Vamos” ele sussurrou contra seus lábios, dando um passo para trás quando ouviu a porta “Vamos tomar café”
O agente Dominguez apareceu no corredor enquanto você e Javi pegavam suas coisas, prontos para ir embora. Ele riu, mas você estava cansada e só queria ir para casa. Sem saber para qual delas iria. Vocês dois caminharam pelo mesmo corredor e quando passaram pela mesa do Fede você sentiu a culpa se entranhando em você.
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New Years
Two weeks. Two weeks since the last time you and Javi had sex, you’d been spending too much time with Fede and he was burying himself in work. The problem was, every time he showed up, your heart still raced and something burned inside of you. Something that made you feel terrible.
The week before, it had been Christmas and the DEA director allowed you to spend three days in the US with your family. Great times, sweaters, gingerbread competitions and a lot of snuggles from your parents and siblings. But when you came back there wasn’t a day you weren’t at Federico’s house.
The fear that it had become something more serious was consuming you, the guilt. Choosing Fede meant that you had to let Javier go, and you didn’t know if you wanted that. Fede was comfortable, he was caring and loving. Javi was fire, passion and also loving, when he wanted to be. But one had a future and the other was “just sex”.
As you walked inside the DEA building with Fede by your side, there was a crowd gathered in front of a wall. And you knew the reason: the New Year’s schedule. Since you begged for a day off on Christmas, your name was probably there. Javi saw you from his desk and smirked.
“I asked Juan to give me the days off” Fede muttered “My family wants me to travel to El Corzo”
“That’s nice!” you smiled, stroking his arm “You need some time with them”
“Too bad I can’t take you” he grinned, and you swallowed.
The paper showed you something you were wishing didn’t happen: you and Javi would be the duo in the office on the 31st. If Steve had made this schedule, there was no way he would put you two together. But Juan had no idea. That was the reason behind Javi’s smirk, then.
“Javier, huh?” Fede hissed, he knew something was going on between you two
“Yes” you breathed out a laugh “I’m fucked”
“I hope not” he didn’t look at you, his voice was firm
“Ouch, that was harsh” you widened your eyes at him “Why would you say that?”
“I’m sorry” he begged “I just-”
“That was completely rude. Why would you think that?” you closed your eyes and shook your head “Excuse me, I have to get to work”
“Baby, I-”
But you didn’t let him finish the sentence, turning your back and storming to your desk. Javier watched everything, savouring the moment you ignored and got angry with your little boyfriend. Fede’s eyes found the taunting smile on Javier’s face. His suspicions were getting higher each day that passed.
You felt Javi’s eyes following you, not even looking away when you looked at him. Angry. You knew he was enjoying this, smirking at you. All he wanted was for you and Fede to fight and for him to be alone with you in the DEA.
Even though you were pretending not to, the idea of staying alone with Javier there excited you. And knowing he still desired you also was something that made you happy. Fede was an asshole, but he was right. Javi would fuck you.
“So…” Steve rolled his eyes “You two, here, alone?”
“What?” you asked, widening your eyes and your voice came out higher than expected “Now everyone thinks I’m a fucking whore?”
“Sorry!” Steve raised his hand in surrender “I didn’t mean to”
“She must be PMSing” Javi chuckled, looking at his pen
“Shut up!” you muttered, showing him your middle finger “Men are such idiots. I think I will invest in women now”
“Women are fantastic, you should definitely try, I love them” Javi looked up
“Oh, I know you do!” you rolled your eyes “The brothel owners are getting rich off your money”
“Ouch!” he placed his hand on his chest “Just because your boyfriend hurt you, doesn’t mean you have to lash out at us”
“You two!” Steve said a bit too loudly “Enough!”
The day went by faster than expected, you were trying to think of another strategy to try and catch Escobar. Steve was schematizing another operation in one of Escobar’s known favorite brothels. Javier got the tip and you wondered how. Probably from inside a whore’s pussy.
The thought made you angry for some reason. Your heart squeezed and your jaw tightened. Javier noticed, even without knowing the reason behind this reaction. For you, the day was already going so well, what else could happen? At least you were leaving early that day.
Fede was sitting at his desk when you walked to the exit door, he stood up fast and ran after you. Catching you before you got to the taxi stand. His hand held your arm and you turned to face him.
“I’m sorry, baby” he muttered again, eyes staring deep into yours
“I didn’t like that at all” your jaw was tight, eyes narrowed “I’m not a whore, Fede”
“I know, I would never think that” he stroked the arm he was holding “It’s just-”
“Just?” you tilted your head, eyebrow raised
“Nothing” his tongue poked his cheek
“Are you scared of Javier?”
“Should I?” Fede tilted his head
“No” you swallowed “He is my work partner and friend”
Fede noticed how nervous you got with his question, however, he wasn’t willing to have a fight with you or get you angry at him. Not now. So he just smiled and brushed his thumb against your cheek.
“Have a safe trip!” you smiled and nodded
“Thank you!” he said quietly “Can I get a kiss?”
You thought it through, and after licking your lips you stood on your toes, reaching his lips, pressing yours against his. Fede’s arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer. You pushed him back gently and turned your back, getting inside the cab. Guilt consumed you, Fede was feeling it, he was right. He should be scared of Javi.
Why? You had no idea. But he should.
Steve left you both a pile of reports to fill in. Of course he did, not wanting to give you even a chance to do anything else. You stood in front of your desk, looking at that pile, wondering what the fuck you were doing with your life. And just one minute later you felt that scent - perfume, whiskey and cigarettes.
“We have a lot of work to do, huh?” he whispered, making you shiver
“Yes we do!” you gave a step forward
“Will you continue with this nonsense?” he muttered
“Nonsense?” you turned to face him, hands on your hips
“Yes!” Javi’s hand fell to his side, slapping his thigh “I was doing exactly what we agreed to.”
You swallowed because Javier was right. You were not one to ask for more, the agreement was just sex, the only feeling involved was your friendship. And that was why you both acted affectionate towards each other. At least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of.
Still in silence, thinking about what you just heard, you walked up to your desk, sitting at it and watching as Javi sat at his. His eyes on you. Maybe he was right and you shouldn’t be mad. The night would be long.
The door shut after the last officer left the DEA, making your heart race. Silence never happened around there. You kept your eyes down on the paper you were reading. The only sounds were paper shuffling and pencil scratching - Javi’s, not yours.
He was focused, or at least made it seem like he was. The flickering dim light of his desk lamp made him even more handsome. You loved when Javi was focused, when his brows were furrowed and lips pouting. For the first time in the last two hours you raised your gaze at him, and he felt it immediately, lifting his head.
That smile, stupid ass crooked smile, the one that he knew you loved, the one that made you melt. And he got what he wanted. You were completely melted by him. You didn’t smile back though, trying to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be easy tonight.
“Why so much paperwork? Bureaucracy sucks” Javi muttered, tossing his pen down and leaning back against his chair
“You’re being dramatic, Peña” you sighed, rolling your eyes “At least everything is peaceful. And you’re here with me, what else could you ask for?”
“I could ask for my partner to stop the bullshit” he smirked “But well, better than going home to an empty apartment”
“It’s never empty, Javier” you tilted your head, raising your eyebrows “You’re never alone”
“The last few months I haven’t” his gaze dropped to your lips “Only for a couple of weeks”
“Let’s get back to work” your face stiffened
And you looked down at your paperwork, even though concentration was impossible. Being alone in the DEA office with Javier Peña was always a terrible situation. Tempting. It was always good sex in the office.
“Trouble in paradise?” Javier broke the silence “Your prince charming fucked up?”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Javier” you muttered “And it’s none of your business”
“Of course it does, his loss is my win” he smirked
“I’m not a prize” you looked up at him, standing to go get water, eyebrows furrowed
“You are, and a gold medal” he stood up too, biting his lower lip
“Oh god!” you rolled your eyes, walking past him “You say this now”
“I can say this always” he held your arm
“He suspects about us” you finally admitted, voice low
“Of course he does” Javi was teasing you “We have the chemistry he doesn’t have. And I bet I fuck you better”
“Stop saying this” his face was inches from yours
“Why?” he chuckled, lips almost touching yours “Because it is true?”
“You’re so cocky” your eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes
“And you love my cockiness” his teeth found your lip “And my cock”
“Fuck you, Javier Peña” you stayed there, not moving your face, but biting your own lip “I bet it wasn’t on your resolutions to kiss the woman of your life”
“And I bet you never imagined having the best sex of your whole life” his lips brushed against yours “I think we should drink to those accomplishments”
“Drink?” you bit your lip
Javi stepped back, a very teasing smile stretched across his face. He disappeared into the small cafeteria. You had no idea if this should happen, but not thinking was the best option. He came back with a bottle of fancy champagne and two mugs. You stared, surprised.
“Since when do we have fancy champagne in the office?” you narrowed your eyes
“Since tonight” he had that slow, smug and devastating Peña smile
He stopped in front of you, too close, setting the mugs on your desk, his arms brushing against your waist, eyes on yours the whole time. Your breath caught. He stood and smiled, walking back to his desk, leaning against it.
“You know…” he muttered, voice lower now “I didn’t imagine spending New Year's doing paperwork. With you.”
“Believe me…” you raised your eyebrows “Neither did I. I mean, with you.”
Javi held the bottle, and popped it with a soft crack, making your heart skip a beat. The way he looked at you, like he was already fucking you with only his eyes.
“You know midnight is in five minutes, right?” he came closer again, filling the mugs
“Oh, are we counting down together now?” you teased “How romantic”
“I’m not romantic” he lied so easily, handing you your mug
“Not at all” you giggled, sarcastically “But tonight you even bought fancy champagne, trying hard”
“It is to handle the paperwork” he smirked
“Liar… it's for the pussy” you corrected him
Javier laughed, a teasing grin opening on his lips. Eyes roaming your body up and down. The things he was planning to do to you, nothing pure. But everything to start the year the way he loved. Fucking you.
“Maybe” Javi raised his mug “To a year full of great fucks”
“Asshole!” you giggled but clinked anyway “To a year full of great fucks”
You both looked at each other in silence for a moment, the only noise was the fluorescent lights humming above, as you sipped on the fancy champagne out of your cheap mugs. The Bogotá night stretched and cheered endlessly beyond the windows.
Javier watched the clock and you watched him watching the clock. 11:59, he exhaled through his nose - soft, almost nervous. You'd never seen him nervous. But his gaze on you made your stomach flip and your heart skip a beat.
“Thirty seconds” he muttered
You didn’t answer, instead, you tilted your head with a smirk. Javi set his mug down, slowly, his body dangerously close. The room seemed to tighten around you two. His gaze dropped to your lips again, just like yours.
“Ten seconds” he got even closer, now your bodies pressed up
The mug in your hand was set aside too, your heart pounding with anticipation. You didn’t say a word, only watched him with that teasing smile on your face.
“Five”
Javier’s hand cupped your face
“Four”
You bit your lip, his forehead pressed against yours
“Three”
His nose brushed yours
“Two”
His thumb lightly touched your lower lip.
“One”
The fireworks outside announced the New Year, as Javier's mouth crashed into yours. It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was hungry. He was always hungry for you, but that night, the longing made it different. From that moment, you both had no idea where to touch or hold.
Javi’s hand threaded in your hair and pulled you even closer. Your hand fisted his shirt, desperate. His free hand slid to your waist, fingers digging in as he walked you backward, step by torturous step. Your hips bumped into the edge of the desk first, Javi threw the papers aside, propping you to sit on the edge, standing between your thighs.
Tongues slid together in that synchrony that you had only with him. Moaning into his mouth, his tongue thrusting deeper. The champagne’s taste lingered on it, now his hand went up your thighs, he grinded against your soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck” he breathed, your lips were still close “Happy New Year, hermosa”
Both of you panting, foreheads pressed together, both pairs of eyes burning with desire. You needed Javier, just as he needed you. His cock throbbing inside his pants, feeling your pussy already pulsing.
“I need to start my year having a taste of you” he growled, looking up at you
“What if I don’t want you to?” you teased, tilting your head
“Don’t you?” he raised one eyebrow
You didn't say anything, simply pulled him into another kiss, his hands opening the buttons of your pants as yours unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Javi dropped to his knees as he pulled your pants and panties down, exposing your pussy to him.
He groaned, it was a deep guttural sound, that you felt vibrating along your core, he had never done that. Before diving in, Javi gave you a kiss on each side of your inner thighs, then licked a long flat stripe from your ass to your clit, making you moan and arch your back.
“Fuck, Javi!” you gasped
“Dios mío!” he muttered against your skin, he knew you loved when he spoke Spanish to you “I missed your taste”
“Shut up and eat me out!” you laughed
Javier chuckled, going back to you, but there was no mercy now, he sucked your clit between his lips, his tongue licking you, every inch. He was devoted, like never before. His hand gripped your thighs, spreading you wider with his broad shoulders, his fingers buried deeper, he wanted to mark you, make sure Fede knew you were his.
A loud and unrestrained moan left your mouth, he buried his face deeper. All you heard were the wet sounds of his mouth working on you, fingers tangling in his hair. Your orgasm was being built, a finger entering you without warning, moving and curling inside of you, your head falling back.
“Baby” you whispered, making Javi stop for a minute, the word wasn’t supposed to leave your mouth “Fuck!” your hips were grinding against his mouth
One of Javi’s hands slipped up under your shirt, squeezing your breast as he inserted a second finger, pumping desperately and deep inside of you. The desk creaked under your weight, his groans were muffled against your slick pussy.
And after two weeks, you came in his mouth, the orgasm hitting you like a wave, your walls clenching as you screamed his name, flooding his mouth with your cum. He drank all of you, leaving nothing behind. He missed your taste, not stopping until you were trembling, oversensitive and whimpering.
Javi rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cupping and pulling your face to his, you tasted yourself in his mouth, his tongue sliding greedily too. You reached down for his belt, opening it, hands shaking as his lips kissed your neck.
“Did you miss me?” you asked low, against his lips, looking into his eyes
“Maybe” he teased
Your hands met his neck, pulling him, lips crashing again, like an explosion. It was messy, teeth clashing, hands sliding down to shove his pants down, freeing his thick and heavy cock, already so hard for you and leaking pre-cum. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking firmly, and he hissed, hips jerking into your grip.
“I think you did, and that I drive you insane” you bit his lip, pulling it
“Cocky” he chuckled
“Your friend is telling me a different story” you whispered against his lips, making him shiver “I admit that you eat me out like no one”
Javier’s cock twitched in your hands, and your mouth watered, making you slide off the desk and drop to your knees on that terribly worn carpet. He was pulsing, and you licked a stripe from his base to his head, sucking it shallowly, he groaned, his head falling back.
Greedily, you went down, taking him all into your mouth, sucking deep, your tongue swirling around his shaft. Your eyes stayed on his the whole time. You bobbed down, taking him deeper and deeper, your hands helping you reach where your mouth couldn’t. His groans grew more frequent and one hand fisted your hair, shutting his eyes.
“Cariño” he groaned “Shit!”
Your cheeks hollowed to make it tighter, bobbing relentlessly. There was only the sound of your mouth working on his cock, going down completely and letting him go with a pop. Saliva dripped down. He thrusted, fucking your mouth shallowly. You knew Javi, his breath getting hitched.
“Too fucking good-fuck-stop-I’m gonna” Javier pulled you off just in time, helping you stand and lifting you back up onto the desk.
He positioned himself between your thighs again, rubbing his cock along your soaked pussy, biting his lower lip before slamming it deep inside of you. Both of you moaned, the desk creaking. Javi fucked you hard, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded strongly into you, hitting that spot every time. Building you to another peak.
“Javi, baby” you cried out “Harder, baby, harder!” nails raking down his back and his hips snapping with desperation.
“Fuck, cariño.” he breathed.
Your second orgasm ripped through you, your pussy clenching around his cock, nails digging into his shoulder as you screamed his name. Javi didn’t stop, he thrusted through your pulses, holding you close to him as you recovered, stroking your hair.
Javi pulled out only to help you down from the desk, his hard cock slapping your butt as he bent you over the desk. Your face pressed against the scattered reports and your ass up. He entered you from behind, one hand on your hip and the other tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to arch your back.
The new angle allowed Javi to go deeper, his balls slapping against your clit with every brutal thrust. The window was reflecting both of you - your flushed face and chest, his contorted with pleasure, ab muscles flexing with the effort. It was a private screen where you were the protagonists of the greatest porn ever.
“Cariño” the word left his mouth in a groan, it started to become something usual, normal.
He thrusted even harder, you felt it, the slip was a message, and made the heat between you burn brighter. Javier reached down, fingers circling your clit, slowly. He bit your shoulder and you shattered again, around him. Your walls fluttered as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.
His arm held you up, keeping you steady as you enjoyed your climax. Continuing to thrust, letting out a loud feral grunt as he took his cock out and followed you, stroking it and spilling his hot cum on your lower back. Javi groaned until his groans faltered, taking every single drop with his hand. Then he leaned on top of you, peppering your back with kisses, panting.
“Best fuck of your life?” Javi asked, laughing
“I can’t say yes, or else your cockiness will grow 150%” you smiled
“I’ll get toilet paper” he whispered against your sensitive skin “So I can clean up the mess”
Javi’s hand roamed your back, feeling the heat of your skin. Not wanting to take his cum from you, leaving you marked as his. Although you weren't his. This was just sex, and if you both wanted to continue fucking, that had to be a clear rule. He stepped back, taking a look at your body, so beautiful.
After getting the toilet paper and cleaning you up, slowly and devotedly. You both put on your clothes and took the cups again, like you didn’t just fuck the life out of each other. Leaning against the desk, you and Javi drank the champagne as you watched the fireworks that were still going strong outside.
Javi’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you close, your head on his shoulder. And you simply allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, warm bodies pressed together. For a moment both of you just forgot about everything. It was just a quick and tender moment that ended once the fireworks did too.
Your tired face sparked something in him, something he’d never felt before. Javi turned you to face him, and stroked your hair back, fingertips brushing your cheek as he kissed your forehead. You could feel the tenderness that took your breath away.
“Go rest a bit” he muttered, voice almost inaudible “I can finish the paperwork for you.”
“Are you sure?” you asked, brushing your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw “We’re both supposed to be working tonight, and there is a lot to do.”
“And we did” he chuckled, kissing the corner of your mouth “Just… not the way the DEA expected.”
“Don’t come at me with a bill later, I won’t pay you” you smirked and raised your eyebrow
“Oh, shit, that’s exactly what I wanted” he chuckled, turning you around and slapping your ass, pushing you toward the couch.
Something inside you switched again. Every time you’re convinced that you’ll accept the “just sex” fate, you lose. Getting caught up in thoughts that weren’t supposed to be there. You lay down, the leather creaking under you and Javi took his jacket, draping it over you, like a blanket.
His smell was there - cologne, cigarettes and something else, warm, but still unknown to you.
“I know deep deep down you love me, Javier Peña” you murmured with a sleepy grin.
“Maybe deep deep deep down…” he muttered, looking away quickly, hiding a smile.
Maybe both of you already knew the truth, just neither was ready to say it and own the decision to go along with your feelings. Not admitting it was safer, more comfortable.
Javi returned to his desk, looking over at you for just a few minutes. His chest rising and falling heavily, the alcohol, the sex and the long day not leaving room for a fight. He tried to focus on the papers, to think about what to write in them. But his eyes couldn’t stop glancing at you.
The way you slept with one hand curled close to your face. The way your lips parted slightly when you dreamed, sometimes even moving. The way you looked nothing like the woman who moaned his name against his neck, he never saw you just like a sex toy, never. You’ve always been more.
“Feliz ano novo, cariño”
Javi touched your arm and shook you a bit, holding a steaming cup of coffee. You took a moment to open your eyes, your head aching from the champagne, but the sight of Javi smiling in front of you was different. The smile was warmer than the coffee.
“Good morning, agent Peña” you mumbled, smiling, eyes still fighting to stay open.
“You look like trash!” he chuckled, kicking your leg playfully “Better get your shit together, the other agents will arrive soon for the shift”
“First of all, fuck you” you rolled your eyes “Second of all, you should take a look in the mirror, handsome”
“You should be thanking me” he narrowed his eyes “I finished everything for you”
“Oh, thank you, Javier Peña, my hero!” you muttered teasingly “What do you want as a thank you?”
“You know what I want” he bit his lower lip “But right now you can give me a kiss. A morning kiss to kick off the new year right”
“Oh, just admit it, you’re completely and unconditionally in love with me” you teased, laughing under your breath as you pulled his shirt.
You kissed him, it was slow, warm, and different. His arms slid around your waist as he pulled you upright, still kissing you like he had nowhere else to be. And like nobody could catch you red-handed.
“C’mon” he whispered against your lips, stepping back as he heard the door “Let’s have some coffee”
Agent Dominguez appeared in the hallway as you and Javi picked up your things, ready to leave. He laughed, but you were tired and just wanted to go home. Not knowing which one. Both of you walked to the same hallway and once you passed Fede’s desk you felt guilt creeping in.
Ai, pior que lidar com casamento, dúvida de paternidade, o ex da mulher incomodando, descobrir que vai ter um bebê mesmo, luto pelo pai, assumir a empresa, tudo isso em poucos meses, deixaria qualquer um maluco mesmo né 🫠 o que não justifica o Harry sumindo assim, claro, masss dá pra entender o turbilhão que tava a cabeça dele e a necessidade de fugir se afundando em trabalho
O luto pelo pai fazer ele se afundar em trabalho ao ponto de negligenciar justamente o que o pai disse pra ele nunca negligenciar é golpe baixo 💔 Dan vai puxar teu pé a noite, Harry
Pior que ele tava indo bem. Atrasado? Atrasado, mas pelo menos tava tentando ter um dia especial com a esposa, tava indo bem, tava dando certo. Mas o workaholic tinha que levar o celular do serviço 🥲 pelo menos a briga serviu pra ele se abrir, contar que tá tentando fugir do luto pelo pai 😅
Ai, Harry pai de menina é um fofo mds 💘
Sim. Harry é humano né (na série), isso destruiria qualquer um. Muitos agravantes.
Harry, acorda menino! Bem Ana Maria Braga
Pois é, vamos ver se a briga serviu para colocar juízo na cabeça do homem
Não, pera, a informação de que teremos Harry pai de menina assim no meio dessa situação merda, BROOOOKEEEE!!!!!! Eu não tava preparada pra isso
Fiquei tipo "ai mds que situação merda pqp olha isso, harry, o que você tá faz- HARRY PAI DE MENINAAAA AAAAAAAA HARRY PAI DE MENINA MDS VENCEMOS AAAAA HARRYYYYYY ai mas puta merda, harry, tu não dá uma dentro, que isso, olha só, que situação hein"
Eu fiz de propósito para vocês se sentirem como a leitora se sentiu. E deu certo ein!
I spent this whole chapter oscillating between "omg it's a girl!!!!! girl dad harryyyyy!!!!" and "oh my fucking god, I'm gonna bring Dan back so we can team up and beat the shit out of Harry for neglecting his wife and their baby" and "yeah, no, this whole mess, the stress, the grief... it'd all come crashing down on him sooner or later. what he's doing is not really okay, but I understand it"
OMG we are having a baby girl!!! For Harry Castillo! The princess of the empire
Yes! Dan, come here, let’s have a serious talk with your son.
The angst in this, omg????? I mean, I knew the stress would come crashing down on Harry sooner or later but jfc MY SHAYLAS 😭
(IT'S A GIRL THO YAY GIRL DAD HARRY YAY YAY YAY WE'RE SO BACK YEEEHAAAWWW)
Oh and the fact that Harry was running away from the grief by burying himself in work and that caused him to do exactly what his dad told him not to do 🥲
He was doing so well, it was being such a nice day... *sigh* you are not helping your case, Castillo...
He's a grieving workaholic but he's the sweetest grieving workaholic in the whole world. He just needs to get his shit together and get his priorities straight 🫠
Well… be ready for more.
Harry girl Daddy 🧡🧡
Yes, and he didn’t even realized that
Harry fucked shit up… fr Harry??
Yes, he needs to figure everything out and be with his fam to heal
Me recuso a escolher só um casal favorito daqui. Meu top 3 (não necessariamente nessa ordem) seriam CBML, GN e o casal da saga dos encontros. Menção honrosa pra Carpe Diem e o especial de dia dos namorados do Javier Peña.
Awwww já sinto falta dos tarados idiotas de GN 🧡
O especial de dia dos namorados do Javi e de ano novo fazem parte do universo de Be my mistake…
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