Lessons in Gravity (Study Abroad #2) (5 page)

“I’ll show you,” I reply. “You asked me to show you, and I will, guapa, I’ll show you things you never knew you wanted.”

Holding her leg in one hand, I take my dick in the other. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so swollen, so huge with anticipation. I hope, I
hope
, I can hang on for another minute or two. I am determined to be a gentleman in this, if nothing else.

I guide myself into her folds. She moans when I press the tip of my dick against her clitoris. She cries out when I press harder, circling it against her. Her arms fall from my neck, and the next thing I know she’s reaching inside the front of her dress, sliding her fingers inside her bra, touching herself.

I close my eyes, swallow. She’s close, I can tell from the way her body winds tighter and tighter against me, from the way her hips buck against me. It’s an agony, not being inside her, but I hold on for dear life and keep pressing against her clit, harder and faster.

Maddie lets out a cry that I muffle with my mouth—“Oh, oh, God, Javier”—and then she’s coming. Without a second thought I slide my dick down her pulsing flesh and enter her and buck my hips and in a single, hard thrust, I’m inside her. She’s still coming, crying out against my mouth, her pussy clenching around me as I begin to pound into her, again and again, swiveling my hips at the beginning of each thrust, swiveling them again when I’m inside her.

I press my body against hers, harder, closer.

“Hold onto me,” I say. “Let me hold you.”

“No,” she pants. “No. Just keep going, Javier, please.”

I press against her again. “Fucking hold onto me,” I growl, spearing her with one hard, vicious thrust.

With a trembling moan, Maddie snakes her arms around my neck, and I move into her, and she moves into me, our movements ardent and manic and so in synch I have to hold back to keep from coming. It’s hell, not surrendering to the release; I feel sweat break out along my scalp. My legs feel like they’re about to give out.

I reach for her other leg with my free hand. With a grunt I wrap it around my waist, my hands moving to cup her ass.

“Javier, Javier—no, I’m going to fall—”

“I’ve got you,” I reply. “Trust me, Maddie, you’re not going anywhere.”

After a beat of hesitation, she relaxes into my grip. She surrounds me, her body warm and eager, her mouth greedy, sweet. She’s good at this.

Almost as good as I am.

That’s it
, I whisper in her ear in Spanish.
That’s it, guapa, come again, come with me.

With each thrust, the monumental weight of my impending orgasm gets that much heavier, that much closer. I close my eyes and lose myself in Maddie’s taste. Her tongue glides inside my mouth; the small sounds she makes drive me insane in the best way. They’re little pants, little moans; they are so her, so honest and unguarded. I could come on those sounds alone.

My hips work double time, but Maddie keeps pace with me. I can feel the frantic beating of her heart against my own. She’s tightening around me again, and all I need to do is move my hand and stroke her swollen clit with my thumb once, twice, and she comes, Dios mío
,
and I come.

Holy shit do I come.

Great, gasping pulses that leave me boneless. I squeeze Maddie’s ass and she cries out, louder this time, pulling the hair at the nape of my neck. The smell of sex hangs heavy between us; the warm stickiness of my cum fills the condom.

The pulses fade, slowly, and the world materializes around us. I pull back, my pulse hammering. Maddie is looking at me. I grin. She looks dazed. Stunned.

Satisfied.

I wince when I slide out of her. Fucking Maddie was supposed to douse my thirst for her.

Turns out it only made me thirstier. So much thirstier. I’m wide awake and I want more. I want whatever this girl is willing to give me tonight.

I set her on her feet. She weaves; I catch her, holding her by the hips until she’s steady enough to stand on her own.

Maddie wipes back the hair that sticks to her forehead. “Wow. You weren’t kidding, Javier. That was…perfect.”

I pull her dress down, tucking my jacket around her. “Guys don’t usually make you come twice in two minutes?”

“No.” She’s biting her lip again, grinning up at me. “That was a first. Thank you, hombre.”

“Don’t you have another name for me? ‘Man’ seems kind of generic.”

“I don’t,” she replies, adjusting her bra. My eyes flick to her breasts. I resist the urge to fondle them. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Tío bueno.”

“Good uncle?” she scrunches her nose. “That’s kind of lame, even though you
are
an uncle.”

“No no no. In España, it means something more…explicit. Like, ‘hello sexy’. Except filthier than that.”

“It’s filthy?” Maddie nods her approval. “All right. I approve, tío bueno.”
 

We look up at the sound of voices coming from the street ahead. People are starting to leave the discotecas, stumbling across the sidewalk
in search of churros and street food. It must be two, three in the morning.

So much for flying tomorrow. Not that I regret my night with Maddie. I definitely don’t regret the screwing-against-the-wall bit.

As a matter of fact, I’d really like to screw her again.

“Well.” Maddie ducks out of my grasp. She starts to take off my jacket, revealing a milky white shoulder. My dick jumps. “It’s been fun, Javier, but I gotta get going—”

I grab her hand.
 

The dark look she gives me—I can’t tell what she’s feeling. Impatience? Fear? Arousal?

I hope it’s arousal, because I’m already hard again. This is crazy—this girl is making me forget myself, forget everything except her taste and her touch—but I don’t care.

I’ve never had grittier, more fun sex, and I want more of it.

“Wait.” I lower my head and press my lips to her ear, the stubble along my jaw scraping her cheek. “I’m not done fucking you yet, guapa.”

Chapter 4

Maddie

The Next Morning

Heat spikes through me. Hungry, throbbing heat, growing hotter and hotter between my legs. The tightness—the need—it’s unbearable. I try to move away from it, but it keeps coming at me, relentless. I hear a gasp, a plea. A not entirely unpleasant moan.

Only when my eyes fly open, the room around me around me hazy with grey morning light, do I realize that
I’m
the one making these mewling baby cow sounds. I should stop—I need to be quiet, what if Viv hears me, or our señora—

I gasp again when the heat, velvety and wet, presses against my pussy.

I look down to see a very handsome—and very scruffy—head ducking between my thighs.

Ohmigod.

Javier.

I am in Javier’s “flat”, as he so charmingly called it last night in his adorable British-Spanish accent.

I am in his flat, and he is
eating
me
out
.

Ohmigod—

I grab the sheets when his tongue finds my clit. I’m wet. How am I already wet? I’m also completely naked.

Last night comes back in a rush. The epic against-the-wall-fuck. The back to back orgasms. The very—er—
athletic
sex we had when we got to his apartment. I feel the way I did after I ran (limped, honestly) a 10k race: sore legs, sore in small, strange places I didn’t know even existed.

His tongue circles me. Laps at me. My body sinks into the downy softness of his bed. My tiny little trundle at my señora’s house is hard as a rock and hugely uncomfortable in comparison.

This—this is heavenly.

His teeth knick me and I gasp, louder this time. He looks up, his light brown eyes warm like honey, and grins, a lazy, self-satisfied thing.

“Buenos días, guapa,” he says.
Good morning, beautiful.

My pussy clenches as a shiver arrows up my spine. I love it when Madrileños speak Spanish with me. There’s something so…sexy about it. So thrillingly foreign.

“Hola tío bueno,” I reply.

His grin widens. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did. The tío bit is way too awesome of a coincidence to forget.”

He kisses my clit, pressing his palms to the inside of my thighs to spread my legs wider. “And how are you feeling this morning?”

“Good,” I manage, my eyes fluttering shut when he puts his mouth on me again. “Really good.”

“This okay?”

I bite my lip and nod my head. “Yes. More than okay. This is…oh, this is everything, Javier.”

He laughs, a deep, masculine rumble, and I find myself smiling even as the pressing tightness in my body becomes acute. He reaches up, cupping my breast. His thumb finds my nipple and I arch into his touch, digging my fingers into his hipster swoop of hair.

“What,” I pant, “is up with this haircut?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I like it,” another gasp, “a lot. It’s just different.”

“I”—lick—“told”—nip—“you”—slow, lingering lick, holy mother—“I was different from the other guys you’ve been with.”

My hips begin to roll against his mouth. He’s—good Lord, he’s
really
good at this oral sex thing.

“And I told you,” I say, giving his hair a tug. “Show me. Show me how you’re different, Javier.”

He grins, revealing the deep groves of his dimples inside his heavy scruff. I want to reach out, press my thumb into each dimple. Along with those molten eyes of his, they’re nothing short of killer. He is killer. He is so,
so
hot I can hardly breathe looking at him.

Working my nipple with the fingers of one hand, he moves the other to my pussy, opening me to him. He sucks my clit, hard, and I cry out when he slips a finger inside me, pulling it in and out, in and out, slowly, so slowly.

“Did they do this?” he murmurs.

I almost combust when the low growl of his voice vibrates through my folds.

“No. No, they—oh!—they didn’t.”

“What about this?” His tongue and finger switch places. Now he’s thrusting inside me with his tongue, warm and pliant, while his finger traces slippery circles around my clit.

“No,” I breathe. “Not that. Javier, I’m going to come—”

“Not yet. You’ll come harder if I’m fucking you.”

I’m practically writhing with need, hanging on by a thread. The beat between my legs is so strong, so forceful, it hurts. “I don’t—I don’t know if I can wait.”

“Wait.”

His hand leaves my breast. A beat later I hear a familiar tear. Another beat and Javier’s mouth is on mine, plying my lips with the taste of my own arousal. It’s lewd. It’s dirty.

It.is.
awesome
.

He sucks on my bottom lip as the weight of his body shifts over mine, settling between my legs. I love that delicious weight, love the feel of him pressing me into the mattress, surrounding me, holding me captive. I can’t move; I can hardly breathe.

The tip of his dick finds my entrance. I open my eyes and look down and watch him cant his hips, a solid, swift movement, and then he surges inside me, huge and hot and impossibly perfect.

He trails his mouth down my neck. I wait for the manic thrusting to begin, but he keeps a slow, steady pace, each stroke deep, devastating in its thoroughness, its gentleness. I’m glad we’re taking our time; my junk is as sore as my legs, and going hard wouldn’t exactly be pleasant right now.

He takes my arms from around his neck and coaxes them above my head. His hand finds my wrists, moving up, up, and he begins to tangle his fingers with mine, meeting my eyes.

“No hand holding, tío,” I manage, tearing my mouth from his.

A lock of dark hair falls across his forehead as he moves over me. His eyes are still on mine, steady with slow-burning heat. I fight the urge to close my own eyes, to look away, and for a minute allow myself to fall into that heat. It surrounds me, fills me, makes me feel like I’m soaring. The beat between my legs grows louder. Sweeter.

“We held hands last night at Ático,” he says. He’s a little breathless. “How is this any different?”

“It’s very diff—”

Javier swivels his hips, eyes flashing darkly, and hits me
right there
.

The orgasm crashes into me so hard I forget how to speak, I forget where I am, I forget everything except the painfully sweet convulsion of my pussy. Tears prick my eyes—this hurts, this
hurts
, this feels so fucking good—and Javier swallows my whimper in his mouth.

This must be my fourth—fifth?—orgasm with Javier, and it’s the best one yet.

How the
hell
does this man do it?

As my orgasm fades, his comes. He releases my hands and I run them over the muscles in his shoulders and back. Muscles that tighten and bunch as he gets closer. This body of his—holy hell. It is big-screen-sex-scene worthy. Thick in all the right places. Ripped and built just where he should be. And warm. His skin is very warm, and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

I smile when he grunts into my mouth, slowing to a stop. He tilts his head and, seeing my smile, gives me one of his own.