Javier (Alpha Heroes #12)

Chapter Eighteen

Missy

How could I say no to my dreams? How could I deny myself what I needed with all my being? How could I resist whatever it was that Javier was offering when every part of me wanted to say yes to him?

I nodded because my lips refused to make words, even though I wasn’t sure what I was saying yes to. I didn’t care, either. In the depth of the night, the gleam in his irises sparkled with promises of spectacular dawns. Javier adjusted the hammock’s weave and lowered his head between my parted legs.

He kissed me.

He kissed me there .

His mouth traveled over my mons. His breaths blustered through the little red patch perched on top. He brushed his lips over my folds and planted small pecks along my seam before he drew me apart with his thumbs to allow his lips to meet my clit.

I groaned when he licked my sensitive bundle. Oh, my stars . A frisson of pleasure flushed my skin. I gasped when his tongue glided down. He lathered my sensitive inner lips, then flicked his tongue over and around my opening, commanding all manners of exquisite sensations to explode around the tip of his gifted tongue.

I had no words to describe the pleasure that his mouth set free in my body. I had no thoughts either, just feelings that turned into bliss as he sucked, licked, and lapped. The stars above me gained brightness, cheering me on. The jungle stood all around me in silence, witnessing the vanishment of Prissy Missy, at least for this moment.

With my legs wide open and my sex wet and exposed to the ravages of his mouth, there was no room for Prissy Missy here. Maybe I should have closed my legs. Perhaps I should’ve stopped myself from whimpering, yelping, and crying out to mark every spike of pleasure, but I couldn’t, wouldn’t. The new me didn’t want to stop.

Instead, I reached down and raked my fingers through his hair, widening my legs and pressing myself to his face, famished for more of what he was giving me, desperate to quench the forces building within me.

“You taste so good, Angel.” His mumbles drifted wet and muted from between my legs. “I wanna drink your juices until I’m sated, which might be never. Your pussy is so delicious. Why? Why did you have to taste so fucking good?”

The huskiness hoarsening his voice turned my flush into a slow burn. The way he spoke, the raw, blunt words he tossed out combined with the warmth of his breath to ratchet up the heat. The flames traveled just beneath my skin, igniting everything in their path, and reaching places so deep and intimate I couldn’t name them.

My body was on fire. Every lick felt like the ultimate caress. With every suck, his lips ratcheted my need. He slid his hand under my T-shirt, his fingers marking a trail on my skin as they climbed to my breast.

“Oh, fuck.” He kneaded my flesh slowly, possessively, strumming a thumb over my stiff nipple, a caress that was also a torture. “You’re so soft, Angel, so sexy, so perfect to hold. All I wanna do is gorge on your pussy.”

When his lips closed once more over my swollen clit, my body stiffened and vaulted, suspended in a state of anticipation beyond anything I’d ever felt.

“I wanna be in you,” he growled between my legs, dragging his gaze to my face. “Some part of me needs to be in you.”

My breaths quickened, but I nodded.

He pressed a finger in me, slowly gliding in my juices. It filled me up, stirring even more powerful sensations as he added a second digit. Maintaining eye contact with me, he lifted his eyebrows in a silent question.

“Yes,” I rasped. “Yes.”

His hand began to move. His fingers gently pushed in and out of me, slow, measured strokes that filled my wall’s emptiness. When he rotated his fingers, and brushed them over a particularly sensitive spot, my hips almost came off the hammock.

“Oh, God!”

This was nothing like the mild, meek sensations I’d managed back at the lake. This was powerful. Intense. Enormous. Need converged at the back of my sex, massive, urgent, and demanding.

I heaved. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m eating your pussy.” His hot breath blustered over my wetness. “I’m pleasuring you the way that you deserve to be pleasured.”

His tongue worked fervently to drive me insane. His lips, oh, his lips. They were now exclusively devoted to my bliss. When they weren’t sucking my clit, they were kissing parts of me that had never been kissed before.

When I didn’t think I could handle another stroke of his tongue, he circled my clit with his thumb. At the same time, he sped up his fingers’ delicious cycle of intrusions and desertions. He recaptured my clit with his lips, flickered his tongue over, under, and around it, until I could no longer contain the forces building in my body.

“Javi!” I cried out, fisting my hands and curving up toward the night sky.

“Let go, Angel,” he murmured, his lips and chin glossy with my juice. “Let it fly, now.”

My core contracted, compacting my accumulated need into something solid and explosive. My head dropped back and my body tensed, right before the need turned into unimaginable pleasure. It shot out of me. I lost control of my body. Then I was flying, kept flying, and soared over a new world where only Javier mattered.

***

Javier

I knelt between Missy’s legs, drinking in the taste, sights, sounds, and scents of her orgasm. I enjoyed watching her come as surely as I savored her body. The flush igniting her chest moved over her pale skin in waves of pinks and reds that matched her pussy’s gorgeous hues.

She was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, the most passionate, honest, generous release I’d ever witnessed. I could make a habit of pleasuring this woman. I would carry the memory of her climax engraved in my mind forever.

When she was done, she curled into a little ball in the hammock. I picked her up, and cradling her in my arms, carried her to the bed. As I deposited her on the crisp sheets, her eyes were closed and her mouth curved up into the sweetest, most adorable smile. Kneeling by the bed, I caressed her hair and trailed my fingers over her face. She lingered in a state of bliss that swelled my chest with emotions I couldn’t catalogue, let alone explain.

My dick was stiff as a board, throbbing in my pants, violently swollen and demanding immediate gratification. I wanted nothing less than to bury myself in her pussy and splurge in the wonders of her body, to marvel in her passion as it danced with mine. But this was not about me. It was about her.

After tasting her tonight, I was ruined. From now on, there was nothing at the bar, no other flavor in the world that would satisfy my cravings. What I wouldn’t give to finish what we’d started. It was hard as hell, but somehow, I found the will to cover her with a blanket, plant a chaste kiss on her forehead, and walk away from her.

I walked away. Me . Playing the noble character.

It was shocking. Astonishing.

This woman made me want to be more than I was. She made me want to do the right thing. She made me better without even trying. Because of her, I wanted to be Goodman instead of Goofman. This didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t have her. I shoved my feet in my sneakers and grabbed my T-shirt and my headlamp.

“Javi?” Her voice stopped me in my tracks. “Where are you going?”

I glanced at her. She sat on the bed, her cheeks still blushed from of her orgasm, her lips moist and pink, her hair cascading down her shoulders and covering her perfect breasts.

“Out.” I fought to keep my voice even.

“But…” She hesitated before she inhaled a shaky breath. “Don’t you want to—?”

“I can’t, not with you,” I reminded her more sternly than I intended.

The sweet smile slipped from her face. She blinked several times, as if trying to contain tears. Her disappointment punched me in the gut, but it was the tiny circle of orange that ignited around her pupils that hit me the hardest.

“Go to sleep, Missy,” I mumbled. “Sweet dreams.”

I might be acting the noble part, but I was barely hanging on. My dick was not on my team. It was working against me. Staying around wasn’t an option. Not if I was gonna stick to my resolutions. I crossed the suite, opened the door, and didn’t look back as I closed it behind me.

“Watch after her,” I said to the guard on duty as I stalked by him. “Text if you need me.”

“ Sí, se?or ,” the guard returned.

I needed a shot of whiskey.

Or the full bottle.

Instead, with the intimate taste of Missy still fresh in my mouth and the whole of me craving more of her, I slid on my T-shirt and donned my headlamp across my forehead. I trotted down the hill and jogged across the resort. A jog wasn’t enough to bring me any sort of relief. I headed for a trailhead and broke out into a full gallop, longing for a ninety-pound ruck on my back. I ran until I got lost in the tropical night. The darkness was my only friend tonight.