Summary:

ACT I: BRUNO
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The attraction turns into something else as the night progresses.

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WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

The theme song for this chapter: La Temperatura by Maluma ft. Eli Palacios

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He never expected to have this much fun dancing. Normally, when he tries to, he feels as if he has two left feet. Growing up, it was always Pepa who had the most rhythm. His older sister could dance circles around him and he would not even make it through the first half.

Things might be different right now because he's drunk.

Or maybe it's because of the beautiful woman that's dancing along with him. Before he knows it, one dance became two, then three. They didn't feel the need to talk. Their bodies did all the talking. It felt free to be moving like this. Is this what she feels?

The song changes again. She lets Bruno take the lead this time, and he runs a hand up her waist before twirling her around. The smile never leaves her face the entire time as she takes his cue. A crowd gathers around them. Some even decided to join them on the dance floor.

Tres.

Bruno is too focused to even notice what is going on around him, hypnotized by the way she moves her hips so close to him. If someone came up to him two weeks ago and told him he could dance Bachata Sensual, he would have laughed in their face…but here he is now, doing pretty well.

Dos.

The spark between them becomes a wildfire that burns everything in its way. There is only one way this night would end.

Uno.

Bruno flushes, embarrassed, the moment they come face to face. Something else comes out to play. Shit. Why now?

But she doesn't mind. He makes a strangled gasp when she whispers into his ear. "You're being naughty. I was waiting if you'd crack, but that's okay. I happen to like bad boys." Her voice sends a shiver down his spine at the suggestion. "¿Por qué no vamos a un sitio más tranquilo?"

They don't finish the dance. Instead, she pulls him through the crowd, towards the back where the bathrooms are. The music is less loud and the lights are dim…and the perfect storm hits.

Without warning, Bruno presses her to the wall and leans in. Everything spirals out of control the moment their lips touch. He can taste the mint and alcohol on her tongue. She fumbles for the door to the bathroom desperately, pulling Bruno by the collar of his shirt to lead him in. He moves away to kiss her neck and she clicks the lock closed. His hands roam her body as they explore each other's mouths.

This is not how Bruno expected his night to go, but he has her right where he wants her to be.

She moans when his hand slips under her skirt. Bruno growls when she clamps his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing circles through the thin fabric. Soaked. His pants are now getting uncomfortably tight and thankfully, she notices, quickly undoing his belt. A gasp escaped her lips as Bruno lifted her to sit on the edge of the sink, ready to do the deed when…

A loud knock breaks them apart. They try to ignore it, the shallow breaths of wanton lust taking over them, but the banging on the door behind them is getting more and more impatient.

Terrible timing.

"Do you…want to take this back to my place?" Bruno asks. The look on her face is glorious and he can't blame her. With the way she's biting her lower lip at him, squeezing her legs together, he knows she's more than willing. "It's not far from here."

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It's a difficult ride back. A miracle they did not make a mess in the back of the cab. The driver stares stoically straight at the road, ignoring his two passengers who are very close to breaking their composure. If there was no one else, they would have already destroyed each other in the car.

But they both persevere till they get to his building…that is, until the elevator. Her hands are immediately on him the moment the door closes.

So hot.

When they finally get to his apartment, Bruno is already half-naked, his shirt pried open in the short ride up. She, on the other hand, has lost her underwear, stuffed in his back pocket.

"Didn't expect my night to go like this," Bruno bites back a hiss when she kneels in front of him, laying a kiss over his arousal, desperately begging to be freed.

"Me either," She breathes while she undresses him. Bruno gulps heavily when he notices her licking her lips. "Oh…wow."

Impressive, that's what it is. A fluttering feeling sits in the pool of her stomach. She's probably dripping herself from excitement all over his floor. The way he's staring at her looks like he's turned on by that fact.

But first, she wants a taste. So she puts him in her mouth.

"Santa mierda…ah…"

Bruno could barely think with the way she was pleasing him.

"You like that?" She hums. He makes a guttural noise, hands hovering so close to her head, and fights the urge to hold her in place. He grips the edge of a nearby table instead while her hands and mouth move up and down his length. Bruno's eyes darken when he catches her touching herself, and all he wants is to take her right there and then.

The second she comes up for air he immediately presses her back to the wall. She whimpers against his shoulder when his fingers find their way into her. "I do," Bruno whispers low into her ear. He never knew he had it in him, but he starts talking dirty. "Ay, Mami, don't think I didn't see you touch yourself." He pumps his fingers like he's making a point and she shivers. "It's making me want you more."

His hot breath and the thought of him between her legs made her feel weak. Bruno leaves little love bites on her neck as her hips move on their own accord, furiously trying to chase her release.

"Oh, you're so wet," He groans. She's full-on moaning now, making his cock twitch with need. God, Bruno just wants to bend her over and fuck her till she forgets her name.

Whatever her name is.

She protests when he stops toying with her to lick his fingers. Something carnal, primal triggers in him and Bruno lost all sense of control. "Joder, tengo que probarte." He pulls her up to the table and dives between her legs. Her eyes roll into the back of her head while he destroys that little bundle of nerves.

Then he adds his fingers back into the mix and all hell breaks loose.

Her body tenses up and she makes a sound halfway between a gurgle and a scream. She rides out her orgasm, gripping fistfuls of his curls, pressing his face even closer to her wet heat. Bruno hums in satisfaction, content in staying in whatever position he found himself in.

The passion burns stronger when they clash together. Lips and tongue and teeth. The way they taste in each other's mouths is enough to drive Bruno wild.

He carries her into his bedroom and they fall into his bed, a tangled mess of limbs as they give in.

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Glossary of terms (in order of appearance in-text):
Bachata Sensual - a variant of the Bachata that was created in Cádiz, Andalusia, Spain, by Korke Escalona and Judith Cordero. It is characterized by mostly circular movements and body waves, but also body isolations and dips.
Por qué no vamos a un sitio más tranquilo - Why don't we go somewhere quieter
Mami - Mommy. Bruno's usage of the word in this chapter is sexual, though this word is also used in the literal sense and as an endearing term.
Joder, tengo que probarte - F*ck, I have to taste you