Page 52 of Paco
“Who are these people?” Peter asked. She guessed he’d grabbed the phone from her mother again.
“I don’t know. They’re very mean and dangerous.”
“How much money do you want?”
“What are you talking about?” Chelsea frowned.
“I don’t believe you’re our daughter. You’re pretending to be because you want money. Why won’t you tell us where you are? Why don’t you want us to call the cops?”
“Peter, stop that!” her mother shrilled in the background.
“I’m Chelsea. Tell Mom I love her and will call again soon.” She hung up and touched her forehead to her knees, trembling like a flame blown by the wind. She sat like that for hours until the sun sank lower in the sky, draining its blue hue and giving way to the inky dark of night.
Paco walked in and, all at once, the room was bathed in startling illumination. She jerked her head up and smiled at him, knowing she looked frightful with all the dried black streaks from her mascara.
“Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling beside her and running his fingers gently over her arm.
“Sorta. I called home. It was great to hear my mom’s voice, but then Peter got on the phone and started asking me where I was and all sorts of other questions. He even said he didn’t believe it was really me. My mom was crying and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I hung up. I felt like I was in one of those dreams where everything is distorted and out of focus, and there’s no way out no matter how fast you run.”
He gathered her in his arms and rested her head against him. “Shhh. It’s over now. You talked to your mom and that’s good. She knows you’re safe. You’ll see her in no time.”
He cradled and rocked her, and she was so touched by his tenderness that she curled her arm around his neck and brought his face close to hers, peppering it with kisses. In one fluid movement, she was on her back with Paco above her, lavishing kisses on her neck and shoulder as he pushed up her top and glided his hand over her belly. His kisses and touch sent a carnal tingle down her spine. The space between them was supercharged with the electricity of arousal and desire, and smooth sensation replaced words and thoughts. Her demons, her shame, everything she’d become were irrelevant. All that mattered was being in the moment with Paco, having him touching and kissing her while her body unfurled in ways it had never done before.
She slid her hand under his shirt and he bit lightly on her lip, dragging his tongue to her jaw and then trailing it to her earlobe, which he gently took between his teeth and sucked. She squirmed underneath him and her hand found his. He gripped her fingers, bone and ligament, easily broken. His tongue traveled down to her collarbone and then the tops of her breasts, her heart pounding as he licked and bit the delicate skin, craving his mouth on her aching nipples.
Pushing her top over her bra, he placed his hand on her breast and squeezed it. She moaned, arching her back and pressing closer to his warm body. In one movement, he unhooked her bra and licked her tits, and desire raced through her, searing her body. When he drew her pebbled rosy bud into his mouth, a jolt of heat burned right down to her aching sex. A deep sigh escaped her, like air rushing out of something. He looked up at her, his eyes smoldering, finding her mouth and kissing her hard, wet, deep.
“You stir crazy shit inside me, woman,” he rasped as he unzipped her jeans and pushed them down.
Feeling his hard bulge against her thigh, she reached down and put her hand over it, playing with it. His low groan made her tingle all over, and she grasped his zipper and tugged it down. He rolled slightly to his side and kicked off his boots before yanking off his jeans and boxers. His cock was hard, smooth, and pulsing. On his knees, he slowly took her clothes off, piece by piece, kissing and caressing her skin as he revealed it. His actions stole her breath away and made her body tingle in anticipation of what was to come.
Catching her gaze, he dipped his head and swept his lips across hers. “You’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“And you’re gorgeous.”
He ran his thumb under her lip. “I’ve never had a woman call me gorgeous. I like it.” He kissed her again, then traced the curves of her body with feather-soft touches. “So fucking soft and beautiful,” he said in a low voice.
He scooted down and bent his head over her quivering pussy. She reached out to touch his hair, but his fingers slipping between her thighs and teasing the slick folds of her sex stopped her. Instinctively, she spread her legs and moaned.
“Everything about you gets to me,” he said hoarsely as he ran his finger from her engorged clit to her heated opening. His head between her legs, she felt the scratch of his stubble on the insides of her thighs. With one finger inside her heat, his lips and then his tongue teased the wet folds of her desire. Every lick, every flick caused an electric surge to flash through her body. And when he steadily stroked her swollen nub, he struck fire. She cried out in astonishment and closed her eyes as flashes of light burst in front of them. Her orgasm tore through her in waves of color—lemonade yellow, strawberry red, persimmon orange—wicked pleasure spreading to every corner of her body as she gripped his arms, crying out, “Paco!” Never had she experienced anything so intense, so magical.
He kissed her shoulders, his finger still buried deep inside her. Licking her lips, she grabbed his dick and squeezed it. A guttural groan echoed through her as she guided it toward her. He reached behind him and dragged his jeans over, taking out a condom. In no time, he had his cock sheathed and pushed her legs farther apart, his gaze still fixed on hers.
Taking his dick in his hand, he ran it up and down her glistening folds, then pushed it inside her. He filled her completely, and she loved the feel of him buried deep between her aching walls.
“Give it to me rough,” she rasped.
Concern crossed his face. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t you like it that way?”
“Yeah, but do youreallywant it rough?”
Skimming her top lip with the tip of her tongue, she fisted his hair and pulled it hard. “Yeah.” Her heated gaze locked on his.
He kissed her, then pinched her nipples until she moaned. “Hold on, baby. I’m gonna fuck you good and hard.”
His words were bolts of desire, lust, and excitement streaking through her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and he pulled out his cock and slammed it back into her—balls deep.
