Heat

by ROGUEFURY

You don't expect to be pulled into a heated gravitation with Agent Javier Peña, and the more you both try to navigate your lives around each other, the clearer it becomes that your feelings go beyond the torrid desires you both are able to ignite in each other. Will the heat of your passions win out against the tribulations that threaten to pull you apart?

2. Chapter 2: Tempest

So, the one-shot has become a multi-chapter that is running away from me. I hope I've done Javi and the world of Narcos justice!

Warning: Allusions of violence, graphic sexual descriptions, lots of smut, and adult language.

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Chapter 2: Tempest

He knew he was in trouble the moment he saw you.

How long ago was it? He's not sure. The last few months have been a blur, but in the kaleidoscope of his flaring recollections, Javi sees you stand out, a fierce respite to the drudgery of his risky behavior and infuriating day-to-day. The moments of frustration melt away when he remembers when he saw you the first time.

He'd just lit his cigarette in mid-trek across the embassy complex grounds, sunglasses obscuring the discerning sweep of his gaze as he walked and looked for the damned head of invoicing and reimbursements for his department. The asshole had been ducking and dodging Javier all week, and he'd be damned if he didn't get his reimbursement for the past month's exploits. His mind was whirring on the numbers, itemizing every payoff – shamelessly debating if his memo describing his "recurring informant" payment could've been the reason for the jackass not processing his repayment, when he heard a slight commotion from the reflecting fountain across the way. It was over yonder where the manicured flowerbeds and the winding cobblestone path that looped around the fountain and back towards the main embassy building were located.

Some gringo mid-level official was verbally browbeating what looked like one of the custodial women who had been lunching with a group of her coworkers by one of the stone picnic tables that skirted the lawn in front of the fountain. Peña assessed from his loping vantage point that he was reprimanding the young woman for having moved things on his desk when she'd cleaned his cubicle, and the poor girl wasn't bilingual, so her superior was trying to translate as best she could while the asshole was sneering loudly.

Javier was tempted to shout at him, but he didn't have a chance to toy with the idea when you stood and slammed your hands on the surface of the table you'd been sitting at with the other cleaning staff having lunch, and stalked over to intercede. The strut of your gait, how your long hair swayed behind you from your brisk pace, and the fearsome look on your gorgeous features had caused Javi to slow down in his stride and snail-walk in order to watch you appear between the two custodial workers and the supercilious man berating them.

Your eyes had flashed as if possessed by a searing blaze, all the while the rest of your features cooled to ice as you leveled Danvers – a former Air Force grunt who worked in the Threat-assessment department under the Consular office – with a scathing verbal dress down. Hand on your hip while the other was gesturing crisply at Danvers, the roguish DEA agent watched you with blooming awe, catching parts of your imperious and savagely cool admonishing harangue.

"—Didn't teach you hierarchy or chain of command in the Air Force?" he heard you slash, then pour salt in the wound with, "Or is verbally abusing staff something your superior encourages? Because I doubt this is the kind of team building he'll approve of once I mention it to him."

Danvers actually gaped, sputtering some half-assed apology before you leveled him with an audacious glare, silently daring him to tell you off. Instead, he glowered and flushed with consternation before turning and stalking off in a huff.

The whole thing lasted maybe 15-20 seconds, but Javi slowed it down, feeling like a voyeur as he admired how tender you became as you assured the young woman she'd done nothing wrong and helped the girl's superior console her all the way back to the table you'd been having lunch at. You looked good, all ice-fire and unflinching boldness, plush lips pressed together as you reined in your seething fury.

As he'd taken a long drag from his cigarette and picked up his loping pace, he allowed his concealed gaze to map your curves, eyes appreciating the hourglass of your form in the muted office attire. His dark eyes behind the amber tint of his shades traced the supple strength of your stocking-clad legs in the closed-toe flats, slinky blouse that hid your glorious perky tits tucked into the crisp pencil skirt that framed the contour of your ass magnificently, leaving him to fantasize about how better the outfit would look on his floor by his bed.

Once he'd turned the corner towards the south-end of the grounds, though, Javier had to snap himself back and recall what the hell he'd been walking around outside for to begin with, once his line of view of you was obscured by the cement gazebo and retaining walls framing the section of the sprawling campus he'd just traversed.

You hadn't noticed him in the distance such was your ireful demeanor in the moment, and he was even more impressed by that – that you hadn't reacted in a show for anyone. Instead, you'd earnestly come to the employee's defense because you felt compelled, because it was the right thing to do.

Needless to say, when he'd seen the superior of the custodial girl come into the DEA bullpen to show a new cleaning lady the lay of the land on his floor a while after, Peña couldn't help himself. He'd struck up a convo with the stout woman – "Mucho gusto, Doña Marisol" – and had idly asked her about you; affable, but feigning like the questioning was for professional interests only. The older woman was sly, eyes cresting as she uh-huh'd him in Spanish, smiling while she told Javier where you worked, and warning him that you were not a naïve mamacita, and were intensely private, so to tread lightly.

He'd smirked, dark moustache quirking as he tried to repress his amusement to emphatically shake his head in sober understanding of her warning.

Seeing you running up the steps that Fourth of July morning had been serendipity, but when he caught your glance in his direction just as you tripped, Javier had wondered. The intrigue had him breezing over to help you collect your things, giving him a chance to finally get a measure of you, up close. Your frazzled look had been snuffed out the moment your eyes flicked up to his, but he caught the way you'd sized him up, gaze fanning across him with a discerning openness, one that had warned his blood.

Watching you scamper into the embassy wearing those 'fuck me' heels had done nothing for his already avid interests. He spent a lot of stray moments working the replay of your graceful movements over in his mind the rest of the day, unable to get the timber of your voice out of his thoughts as he replayed your smile and musing thanks.

He wondered how you'd sound whimpering his name.

Since that night up against the wall in the concealed corner adjacent to your desk, Javier had allowed himself to fantasize about you under summarily fleeting moments – ones where he felt the tempest of his thoughts yearning for that adrenaline-like enticement you earthed in his gut.

On the flipside, you'd feel your cheeks burn every time you glanced at that secluded corner next to your desk, which was several times a day. One part of your mind would wonder whether you'd see Javi Peña in that way again, while another part would admonish you for being so starved for the thrilling prospect.

Sure, you'd said, "Some other time, then," but had you been serious? After all, you've only ever seen Javi at work, around the embassy complex, throughout the main building on sporadic occasions before and after your almost-tryst. You were adamant about not entertaining any kind of personal impropriety while at work, especially of the flirtatious or sexual variety, and the idea of Peña audaciously strutting up to you during working hours? It set you aflame with appalled bewilderment.

Not that anything post-almost-tryst involving Javier had happened at the embassy since that night. After all, you'd heard that Agent Peña had gotten a new partner and was spending a lot of time showing the newbie gringo the ropes, pulling him away from embassy grounds more often than not and on-site tracking the DEA's surveillance targets out in Medellín. The closest you'd come to even acknowledging each other was about a month prior when you'd been overseeing the transfer of data storage into reserve office space on the floor the DEA department was. You'd been in the hall in front of the new file room and were explaining the system to the person who'd be in charge of maintaining the room and its records when Javier and his partner, a white boy named Steve Murphy, had strode past you in the wide hallway.

"'Scuse us, miss," Murphy had muttered politely as he'd walked by you and almost brushed against your shoulder in his zealous stride.

You glanced round just in time to catch Javier's aloof glance flint over to you as he walked by, catching him as he covertly scanned a leer at your ass. Heated gazes meeting ephemerally, you felt that pang of desire skitter down your body and betrayed a terse quirk of your brow as you mused sardonically, "You're excused, agent."

You heard Javier snicker at that before he offered gruffly to Murphy, "Hold your horses, would you. Don't wanna piss the wrong people off trotting around like an eager boy scout, Murphy."

"Fuck off, Peña," you hear the chortled grouse from down the hall before they disappear around the corner towards the end of the building where the DEA offices are.

You'd almost forgotten about the moment when weeks went by and you hadn't had any sightings of Javier. While you got lost in the monotony of work during that time, Javi had been in Medellín, working with Colonel Carrillo and giving Murphy a serious reality check about what they were up against. During that time, the incident with Helena had occurred. It was a brutal shock to Javier's already pessimistic worldview. He'd felt guilty for so long. The weight of the responsibility he felt had left him terse, irascible when he tried to think of anything other than bringing down the Medellín Cartel – to seeing them rounded up or marinating in a pool of their own blood.

The thoughts were wrathful, burdening him when he wasn't in the zone, hunting a mark. When he and Murphy are in Bogotá, the idle moments leave him itching, tension threatening to split and splinter the drive he clings to like a lifeline. So, when he can't stand to be in his apartment, or glaring at the Cartel board in the 'pen, he walks. Sometimes, he gets lost and has to take a taxi back home. Other times, he finds a quiet spot in the bustling capital's streets to just sit and stare at the world around him.

It's a resplendent early summer Sunday afternoon when he finds himself way off from his regular stomping grounds, in the west end of the city and far from the embassy and his apartment. He is eager not to think about anything right now, especially the meet up he'd begrudgingly agreed to for later that night, so he shoves it to the backburner of his considerations and gets lost in his loping pace.

It's quieter on this side of town, and he's amazed he hasn't wandered this way before. Hands in his light canvas jacket, Javi lopes at a lazy pace along the promenade he's stumbled onto, gazing around at the quaint plaza filled with content, relaxing people of all ages who are sitting at the benches, talking congenially over a game of dominos, or simply watching the birds flutter about in the canopies of the trees. He crosses the street to skirt along a sidewalk, traversing the circumference of the plaza, discerning gaze scanning and cataloguing the buildings and shops, in search for a bar he could park himself at for a few hours. Instead, he sees a rustic-but-inviting coffee shop across the way, at the corner of the main avenue. The shop's awning has a logo that for some reason tugs on his recollections, so he wanders over, worn boots navigating the uneven pavement as he approaches.

A couple lopes out of the shop, finishing the coffee in their paper cups as they walk by him. The same logo is on the side of the cup, and the recall dawns on him. His mind's eye conjures the coffee cup you'd had in your hand the day you'd been running up the steps and almost spilled the scalding brew all over your hand. As if magnetized, Javier strides over and finds his gaze seeking – internal radar homing on the homey establishment possibly being a place to drop his weary bones at for a beat.

He hesitates when he sees you sitting at a table inside, distractedly sipping from your coffee as you read from a worn and battered book. You're stunning, sitting there in the middle of a timeless coffee shop, metal table rickety as it sways slightly from your tapping, strappy sandal-clad foot.

You're quite pleased with yourself – having actually managed to be productive for a lazy Sunday. You'd spent the morning cleaning your place, and even managed to paint your nails after bringing your laundry up, and while you did leave the full basket aside in the bedroom, you aren't fazed. There'll be plenty of time to fold and sort it while you listen to the radio later. The rosy mauve polish gleams on your toes and fingernails, unmarred for once, as you adjust in your seat and put the book down to reach for your treat. The pandebono on the white saucer plate has several nibbles in it, and you're reaching for it now for another bite when you feel that tickle at the back of your neck, the silly sensation when you feel self-conscious and paranoid. After you swallow your bite, you look up, locking eyes with Javier Peña.

He watches your disarmed expression flare beautifully, as if you're trying to convince yourself you've conjured him and he's not really there. But he's smiling at you, striding confidently over to the sidewalk out front and breezing through the entryway, dark eyes fixed on you.

His mouth is watering at the exquisitely rich scents permeating the cozy shop, airflow coming in from the open plantation-style doors and spiraling the delectable fragrances of brewed coffee beans, brown sugar and frothed milk to comingle with the baked delights they can't serve quick enough.

You watch as Javier approaches, shimmying his broad, lean-chiseled frame through the line of waiting patrons who are taking their orders to-go. The shift from flustered bemusement to tremulous delight is something that crests in you like a receding tide before a tempest. You self-consciously lick your lips, hoping you don't have any breadcrumbs clinging to them as you watch him approach and fight the tingle that heats your core.

Dammit. You're smitten. How is this fair?! How does he have such an affect on you?

Before you can rehearse what to say, how to say it, or construct the cool veneer that will douse all your edgy energy, Javier is standing there, looking sinfully divine in his casual yellow button-up, suspiciously-perfect jeans that fit him like they were made for him, and an appropriate jacket for the fresh and cool summer afternoon in Bogotá.

"Well, fancy meeting you here," he rumbles, tone honeyed as ever, smirk warm as he pulls the opposite chair out and slides his tall, handsome frame in before you can war with inviting him to sit.

"…Wow. Really? That's what you decided to go with?" you find yourself lilting, unable to suppress your lopsided smirk, despite your previous frustrated perturbation.

Javi shrugs, long legs stretching out under the small circular table and sidling against the outside of the legs of your chair when he crosses them at the ankles – mindful of the gun tucked into the back of his waistband, concealed by his jacket – and decides to lounge back in his seat. "If you want, I can walk back in and try again," he muses, tone wry as he crosses his arms, tilting his head in that goading way you find endearingly vexing.

Of course it tugs that tether of delight in you. "You're far from the Gringo Zone of the embassy," you remark, trying to inject neutrality in your tone while you brush rogue strands of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear.

You miss one, though, and it sticks to your lip before you sweep it away. Javi's molten dark gaze fixates on your mouth, feeling jealous of the hair getting to caress the plush flesh while he's relegated to watching and lusting for a taste.

He clears his throat. "I like to explore," he replies, his voice gravelly as he stares at you, gaze appreciatively cataloguing your appearance.

Your hair is behind your shoulders, part of the tresses fastened back in an up-twist while the rest of your thick hair undulates in flirty waves, tussled by the breeze as it dances through the cozy shop from the outside. The tease of a thin camisole conceals your cleavage, cotton blouse clinging delicately to your sloping shoulders, sleeves tapering off at the bends of your arms. Capri-style jeans are fitted to your sculpted legs, waistband snug as it cinches you lithely. Javi thinks about how divine it'd be to take his time stripping you free of said outfit before pressing his weight over your arching form.

Musingly, you purse your lips at his reply, eyeing him with faux suspicion. You suppress the urge to blurt 'So I've heard,' and instead offer affably, "You let your partner off the leash to have some downtime, then?"

"Don't let Murphy hear you say that. He might pout, really hard," Javi chuckles, laugh like melted gravel, smile so broad that the dimple in his cheek appears. It's cute – distracting – and makes you think it gives him a boyish quality as you settle into a comfortable ease.

Just as you're about to quip something back, Don Gilberto, the burly owner of the shop who was busing a nearby table sauntered over and checked on you, asking purposely, "¿Todo a su gusto?" as he shot a pointed look over at Javier.

The man has the aura of a congenial-yet-protective father, friendly and easygoing with all his regulars, but wanting to ensure you're okay since he knows you came in alone and ordered your usual, so seeing Javier sitting across from you now has him on guard.

You smile, gesturing reassuringly to him. "Todo bien," you reply with a kind smile, and glance at Javi. "This is the best coffee around," you assure, watching him smirk and nod before telling Gilberto he'll have what you're having, minus the pandebono. When the man walks back to the counter to call out the order, you tisk and shake your head at Javier. "You really messed up. No pandebono?" you playfully admonish as you put your book away in your purse slung at the back of your chair, making room for the coffee cup coming his way.

"I have to keep my trim figure somehow," he quips, eyes narrowing warmly and lips quirking amusedly when you scoff.

You pick up the remains of your pandebono and rip it in half, placing one back on the saucer and sliding it over the table towards him. "Try it. You're missing out otherwise," you chime, trying not to fixate on the feel of his fingertips brushing yours as he guides his deft digits across them before puckishly taking your offering.

You busy yourself with eating the other half, thankful when Gilberto comes back and places Javi's coffee on the table. You can covertly appreciate how he savors the Colombian cheese bread roll, how he licks the tips of his fingers before washing the delectable flavor down with the full-bodied, rich coffee. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and you idly wonder how it'd feel to trace your tongue over it while he groans under you.

The thought is beaten back when he catches your glance and gives you a devilish raise of his brows before smirking broadly. "Delicious," he remarks, gravelly murmur not completely about the treats, or how their flavors dance together in his mouth.

You feel the heat coil like prickly fire in your core, tingling down between your legs as he unhurriedly drinks his coffee while you clear your throat and change subjects. "So, what brings you to this side of town? You don't strike me as the type to go sightseeing," you remark coolly before sipping your coffee.

"Just…wandering, I suppose," he remarks, edge of a pensive tone tugging his voice, before he asks, "And you? I'm not keeping you from anything—"

"No," you answer a little too quickly, feeling your cheeks burn as you try to smoothen your eagerness. "Not in a rush to go home and fold laundry. I usually spend Sundays just loitering here," you jibe, idly trailing the edge of your mauve-painted thumbnail along the rim of your coffee cup as you glance across at him, long lashes fanning as you add, "Zoning out over coffee. Working up the fortitude for the upcoming week, I guess."

He hums, sitting up in his chair to lean conspiratorially over the table and murmur, "Would it be presumptuous to ask if you'd like to wander around? Show me your side of town? You did say you're in no rush."

You press your lips together, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you quirk a flirty brow at him, trying to fight giving him a brilliant smile. The judicious, haughty side of you in stomping it's foot down imploringly – Nope, no, not interested, remember? Helloooo?! Are you listening? – while the tempted, voracious side of you wins out and kicks the other down a cliff.

"Sure," you muse, timber of your voice cool, but varnished with intrigue. He hears it, and gives you a pleased smile before he gestures to Gilberto to bring the check.

Before you can begin protesting, Javier quiets you with a searing, mirthful look, the unspoken musing clear: 'Nope, I'm paying.' You roll your eyes, leaning back with a huff in your chair, arms crossing over your chest while he settles the tab, charisma like a radiating sunburst cresting out of him as he pleasantly thanks Gilberto and promises to be back soon. You both finish the remnants in your cups before leaving them on the table.

You go to push your chair back when Javier – with a stealthy agility that stuns you – stands and pulls your chair out for you and chivalrously offers you his hand. Despite your rueful glance, you accept it, pulling your purse free from where it was slung on the back of your chair as you stand. You've both walked to the exit before you realize your hand is still in his, and you coyly slide your fingers across his palm before receding it reluctantly from his touch.

Javier doesn't bat an eye, content to chase you. He's up for the challenge, after all.

You both walk together through the neighborhood, chatting idly about nothing in particular while you lead him around, commenting about a certain spot or restaurant, and occasionally quibbling about things that come up in convo as you go.

"—You've never had an Postobón?!"

"Nope."

"But you've been on assignment in Medellín this whole time—"

"Emphasis on 'on assignment,' querida," Javier cuts in, tone dipping in that goading way as he ushers you across the street towards the lush park you told him about. "But…I'll see about buying some for the next stakeout. Although, I'd prefer whiskey over Colombian soda pop—"

"Que gringo," you acerbically drawl, smirking sidelong at him as you both fall into step together along the cobblestone path leading into the park.

He grunts, quirking a derisive brow down at you, fingertips of the hand that had been on the back of your arm sweeping to fan out at your lower back, brushing the base of your spine and causing you to tense. "Tan guapita," he purrs in that incandescent grouse, voice like velvet dragging across the most erogenous zones of your body.

Your gaze flares up at his smug, dark-brewed depths, the flustered spark skittering to ignite in your chest being snuffed out by the desire you see flicker in his gaze, leaving you disarmed and wanting. Instead of shrugging his touch away this time, you defiantly raise your brows and decide to test his resolve, sidling up against his hip and brushing your nose along the side of his chest, lips dangerously close to skimming the fabric of his shirt just beyond his open jacket as you murmur only loud enough for him to hear, "I'm just telling you you've been missing out, Agente Peña."

Javi's gaze flares, brows arching at your audacity while heat rises up his neck, cock filling out in his jeans at your double entendre – by the luscious pitch of your murmur causing desire to knot in his gut and throb in his loins. Missing out on the soda? Hardly what that sultry comment and look were referring to, but before he can react or counter with the lewd suggestion he'd been dying to make, you're detaching from his side and flouncing ahead, heading towards one of the vendor carts up the path. He grunts to himself, licking his lips while picking up his striding pace to quickly catch up to you.

Sexual tension aside, you and Javier get lost in your idle chatter and walk the expanse of the park, each nibbling on your to-go fruit skewers you purchased from the vendor, albeit to Javier's slightly old fashioned chagrin. You lick your lips clean of the watermelon juice that gushed slightly from your last chomp while Javi stares sidelong and absently chews his mango piece. The park is tranquil, with only a few people passing you both every so often as you walk. It helps you live in the moment and enjoy being present, content even. You're really enjoying socializing with the swarthy, sexy man at your side in more ways than just teasing repartee.

"You're going to stuff me with treats until I concede, arentcha," he mutters aloofly when you're tossing your empty cup and skewer into the trashcan at the end of the path. You shoot him an irreverent glare, snickering artfully. "Yep, you're wicked. Vicious, even—" he derisively quips before you scoff and haughtily toss you hair and turn in a silly snit away from him. "Fine. You're right: I haven't given things much of a try. I'll get better at it," he concedes wryly, popping the last piece of mango in his mouth and chewing while he tosses his cup and skewer in the receptacle and saunters to your side, catching your pleased smirk quirking your plush lips deviously. "It's a beautiful country, with a lot of good, decent people. Sometimes it's easy to overlook it all," he muses as you continue leading the way to the next winding path towards the ridgeline of the park that overlooks much of the city.

You absorb his musing, sobering in your mirth to glance over at him. His expression flints into that guarded, faraway stare you'd seen only once before, and you suddenly ache for him, empathetically wanting to take whatever dark ghosts of reveries that are threatening to sink him into a quicksand of his own making away – to scatter them with the sanitizing blaze of the sun that is the feeling radiating in your chest for him. The realization hits you suddenly, and you feel…well, you don't know what you feel.

Javier has walked ahead and stopped right at the pinnacle of the park's path where one can look across and out at the cityscape. Before you register the impulse, you're standing beside him and sighing softly as you reach for his hand and interlace your slender fingers with his strong, warm digits.

He snaps out of his brooding and blinks down at you, slack hand tightening around yours. His gaze is hooded as he admires your features, taken with how lovely you are under the clouded late-afternoon sky. His lips press together in a serious frown as you reach the fingertips of your other hand to smoothen along his brow, brushing across the dark, wavy curls of his hair that fan out over his forehead. The affectionate gesture is one that has defused him, yearning heat expanding in his chest as he allows you to pull him along to the nearest park bench.

Your hand squeezes his palm, cajoling as you sit next to each other. "So, just wandering, huh," you muse while openly gazing at him, letting your guard down as he stares at you.

He feels edgy suddenly, tearing his gaze from yours as he exhales and stretches his free arm out along the back of the bench, fingers itching to reach for the cigarettes tucked in his jacket pocket. "Something like that…" he mutters in a deadpan, coffee-colored eyes staring unfocusedly on the view in front of him, exhaling loudly, almost self-chastising. "Sorry, cariño—"

You squeeze his hand before caressing your touch from his palm up to his wrist, pinching your forefinger and thumb into a pressure point there and causing him to flinch. "None of that," you playfully admonish, giving him a soft smile when he huffs wryly. "No judgment. I have plenty of allusions around the kind of shit you have to deal with, Javier—"

"Javi," he corrects, and his gaze becomes that molten mirth you adore, and want to stoke.

"Tan terco," you tease, tone a laconic drawl. Your hand settles over his wrist and stays there, even when he lifts his forearm to prop along your thigh so his hand can cup your knee and give it a flirty squeeze.

He's admiring you, his smile cresting his handsome features as he feels his mood improve markedly. Part of you wants to shy away, to shut down the burning longing that is simmering in your gut, but instead, you are buzzing. It's like being this open and unguarded has you exposed to a wild tempest brewing between you two. The weight of a barometric pressure is dropping as you sense his relief, his desire beyond that of flirting you up for the sport of it. Spending the not-so-platonic walk just talking and teasing each other has him feeling anchored – no longer adrift in the tumult of his guilt and anger. You're the respite he's coveted, and to your begrudging reticence, he's made you feel at home more than anything has in a very long time, and you don't want to deny yourself the calm and warmth.

Javier's more than smitten now, and hashing out the prospects and connotations of such a development while you're overwrought with the sense of comfort threatening to wear your unflappable fortitude down.

You ache to kiss him, and the realization sears you, your desire beseeching and leaving you warring to throw all caution to the wind.

Speaking of wind, over the course of your walk, the breeze had been picking up incrementally as the bright afternoon above head seeped into a cloudy, overcast sky. Had you really not noticed the inky clouds forming in the horizon, or cared as they'd crawled slowly over the city?

The sound of distant thunder answers you, snapping you and Javier from your musing glances and comfortable silence to realize a storm was imminent. You secure the strap of your purse over your shoulder and scowl up at the sky, hair getting whipped about while Javier stands and grimaces.

"Shit, it's gonna pour," he mutters and takes your hand, starting to lead you back the way you came.

"Wait, where you going?" you ask and dig your heels in, halting his stride. "It's shorter to go down this path—"

"Shorter to where, exactly?" he asks, turning to give you his complete attention as the breeze flares about the lush terrain and the first droplets of rain swoop down with it.

You press your lips together and huff, grabbing the cuff of his jacket sleeve and pulling him along behind you down the opposite end of the path, your sandalia-clad feet taking long strides as you lead him. "My place," you reply simply, avoiding his gaze as he snaps out of his floored marveling and smirks broadly. You catch it out of the corner of your eye when he confidently falls into step at your side but lets you keep a grip on his cuff.

You've just made it down to the inclined avenue at the end of the path where you exited the park when the sky opens, deluge cascading down fervently. Javier takes your hand and you're both off in a sprint, crossing the street and rushing past other pedestrians who are seeking shelter from the rain. You tug on his hand and point down the direction you need to head, and he lets you lead, fingers squeezing your palm reassuringly. By the time you make it to a street corner with a large enough awning that is empty of pedestrians, you run to stand under it to catch your bearings, already soaked. "It's just a few more blocks up, but maybe we should wait here until the clouds pass?" you offer over the battering rain and wind, mist from the building's waterlogged rain gutter causing drops to cling to your long lashes and collect on your exposed skin.

Javier is staring, igneous gaze narrowing as he fixates on your mouth, looking moist and inviting as you worry your bottom lip between blunt teeth. Reining in his lust, he shrugs out of his jacket and holds it up above both your heads, nudging you to sidle up against him as he declares, "This isn't gonna let up anytime soon. Let's just make a run for it," and pauses ruggedly to challenge against your temple, "Unless you don't think you can keep up?"

That did it. Your glare flashes defiantly up at him, brow furrowing as you blow a raspberry and take off, forcing him to curse and run after you.

He catches up easily and swoops in besides you, circling his strong arm around your waist and lifting you effortlessly to skip a large puddle before leaping onto the curb of the sidewalk and avoiding the rushing gutter water entirely. You laugh out, a startled-yet-effervescent sound that earths in his gut and makes his pulse rush.

He eventually lets you down and you huddle close to him as you both traverse several blocks and make it to your apartment complex's courtyard, running across the cement walkway that surrounds the bloomed garden and up towards the specific building that your apartment is in. Javi surveys his surroundings even under the battering rain, noting the street and the ivy-covered complex's name while keeping his jacket over your heads as you rush up the steps to your second-story apartment. The outer hallway of your walkup is a wind tunnel now from the rain, so Javier shelters you so you can dig into your purse for your keys.

Quickly shoving the key into the lock, you gain entry and sprint in with Javi right on your heels before he turns and shuts the door, sealing the aguacero out. Hurriedly, you drop your purse and keys onto the side table against the wall above the oval mirror, ignoring your reflection and heading for the nearest lamp, turning it on and casting warm light to illuminate your living room. You're completely soaked to the bone and rushing to crank the slat-styled windows in the living room and kitchen closed, calming the violent billowing of the curtains and dimming the flutter of the breeze into the space.

"Go ahead and take your boots off; get comfortable," you call out while you busy yourself with shutting the shutters to the wooden balcony doors next. Javi did so – shedding his boots and wet socks before tucking them against the wall by the door, and you glance back in time to see him turn and pull the hidden gun he'd had tucked into the back of his jean's waistband. You're not surprised to see he'd been armed, and don't mind him storing the handgun at the side table, next to your purse.

While you're attention is diverted to tending to things, he glances around and stands to the side to wait for you while cataloguing your place, noting how the cozy living room was quaintly furnished, albeit seeming a bit dated. The couch was against the wall by the door, carved coffee table in front of it and small kitchen table across from that tucked next to the kitchen's island counter. A small television set is tucked on a table against the wall across from an upholstered chair, and the balcony doors look rustic, as if from another time. You just turned on the hall light and strode on now bare feet into the bathroom before quickly returning with a towel in each hand.

The storm was howling outside – the sounds of the rain a staccato ambient hum in the apartment. You offer Javi the towel and tensely smile while taking his jacket so he can dry off. "I'll…hang this up. I don't have a clothes dryer, sorry," you lamely muse as you turn to go sling the jacket onto one of the kitchen table chairs, running your towel over it to collect the clinging drops on the canvas material before you use it to dry off your hair – having unfastened and tossed it loose – before absently wandering back towards him as you wring water from your tresses into the fluffy towel.

Javier had barely finished drying his hair before the towel froze in his grip and hung over his shoulders. He was usually a multitasking fiend, able to laser focus on multiple blink-and-you-die endeavors and navigate them seamlessly, but right now, he was leering openly at you – at how your drenched blouse stuck to you and rendered the camisole beneath it a thin, slinky veil. The mouth-watering swell of your tits, the indentations of your studded nipples and the outline of your puckering areolas were on full display to his smoldering attention. All desire to be dry was forgotten as he roved his hungry, scintillating gaze over your body, jaw clenching and the chords of muscle in his shoulders bunching, tendon in his neck flexing as he watches you blink innocently up at him before glancing down at yourself.

Of course the two times you go braless you encounter this smug, frustratingly debonair descarado, but this occasion? You're at Javier Peña's mercy, in the privacy of your apartment, with a small monsoon raging outside. There's nothing between you but your sopping-wet clothes and the hungry heat igniting between you, and despite your reasonable, usually disciplined will reflexively tensing within you, you are achingly attracted. His drenched shirt is clinging to his broad shoulders and flattening against his chest, outline of his muscles mapping themselves for your avid gaze to peruse while his jeans sag, only straining to hug and hang below his waist still because of his belt. The definition of his erection hardening to strain against its denim confines has your core pulsing, mouth watering at the thought of tasting the hard, warm length.

He sees it – the flicker of want heat your gaze, and it's all too much for him to keep his composure. Your breath stutters in your chest when Javier drops the towel to the floor and closes the distance between you, grabbing you up and pulling you against him so he can claim your mouth with his. The contact after so much flirting and affectionate touches is like incandescent lightning, leaving you keen and yearning, towel fluttering from your hands as they grab onto his shoulders. You return the kiss with fervor, arduous delight stoking your hunger for him as your tongue caresses against his while his hands squeeze your ass greedily, fingers pressing into the pliant flesh and branding you with his touch. Your mouths taste warm and sweet from the fruit, hints of coffee just beneath, skin clammy from the rain and hot from your desires.

You're scalding when you break the kiss and let Javi rut against you, gasping breathily as he hurriedly takes you to the couch and presses you down onto it.

"W-wait, Javier—" you begin but hiss in excitement when he grinds his clothed hard-on into the open cradle of your thighs, pressing with insane accuracy into your throbbing clit through the soaked layers of your clothes.

"Fuck, I can't wait—want you now. Been wanting you since I saw you," he practically growls against your jaw, moustache prickling along the skin of your neck as his hands paw between your writhing hips so he can unfasten your fitted capris and peel the wet, clinging denim from your smooth, shapely thighs. You arch and gasp, hands deciding to work now as they bury in the back of his damp hair and tug, earning a groan of wanton approval.

He mouths down your throat, savoring your skin while your hands sculpt down his back, feeling his muscles ripple under the wet shirt. Your possessive touch is avid while he tugs and you kick off your stubbornly clinging jeans to rumple with a thwak to the tiled floor somewhere unseen.

The moment he sits up, you spring forward, pushing him back against the armrest of the couch and clawing your keen fingers to tangle in his wet shirt to work the buttons undone while you kiss Javier's grunt of seething desire to catch in his chest and reverberate under your flagrant groping touch.

His cock jumps, straining against his jeans as you settle onto his lap and lick a path from his bobbing Adam's apple to the hollow of his throat while your hands fan out to push his shirt open to your roving mouth and touch. The groan you'd fantasized about sounds so much richer in real life, so you scrape your teeth lightly over the tender spot on his neck, relishing how he bites his lip and grunts thickly, suppressing a shiver. He tastes divine, hot and warm, salty and masculine, and you feel your core contract with anticipation at having all of him to yourself.

"Fuck, querida—" he begins, but shudders when you rake your fingernails down his abs towards his belt.

"Shush," you hush him as you begin to tug his belt loose, pulling it free of the loop and easing the buckle to unfasten and slip slack so you can work the button and zipper of the jeans open. "You are gonna catch a cold because you didn't want to wait—" you daringly huff between panting lips as you kiss his bare chest.

His hands grip your thighs, fingers kneading in as he grunts in impatience, "You are so fucking stubborn—"

"Just shut up and take this off," you cut in ravenously, nudging your temple against his jaw affectionately before leaning back and yanking at his shirt, helping him work the wet garment off his torso to end up a tangle of fabric at the floor. His defined chest muscles flex under your touch as you catalogue how he's not very hirsute – only a dash of soft chest hairs around his nipples your fingertips skim over as you leave an open-mouth kiss at his sternum. Just as you adjust to admire him better, gaze heatedly appraising his lean-yet-sculpted pecs and defined stomach muscles – eyes roving down to the smattering of dark hair charting a delectable path from his navel down to his apex, Javier takes advantage and pivots you back down into the couch cushions before pressing his body over yours and kissing you breathless.

His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans, but Javier wanted to take his time, remembering how you'd put the brakes on your initial tryst because you didn't want to rush through it. He was just about to remind you so, when you groan in frustration and arch impatiently against him, starting to grouse, "Dammit, Javi—!"

He pauses and sits up, arms propping him up to hover over you as he dips his head down to capture your gaze in his impish stare. You're blinking up at him, flustered and wondering why he was looking at you like that when he chuckles. "Now, was that so hard?" he gravelly needles, lips pulling into that damnable grin that makes you wet and needy.

You buzz with consternation, but your arousal is like quicksilver, leaving you quivering and tingly. "Not as hard as you, no," you counter and purposely press your pelvis up against him, taunting him with the heat of your pussy through the thin panties – crotch already damp from your excitement.

Javier practically growls, and you know you're playing with fire, but dammit if you can't help riling him after he's instigated this sinful thirst for him in you, making you shameless and boastful. You have no time to internally smirk at that before he's suddenly manhandling you to sit up on the couch so he can yank your cotton blouse up your torso and off, tossing it aside and tugging the spaghetti straps of your clingy camisole down your shoulders to bare your perky, supple tits to his rapacious mouth. He licks up the valley of your cleavage – moustache raking tickly sensation across your damp skin – before pursing his mouth over your left nipple. He can smell the cocoa butter you'd massaged into your skin this morning as he sucks the perked flesh, toying his tongue along it while his large, calloused hand worries the other breast in his palm.

You feel your panties get soaked from his greedy ministrations, thighs instinctually trying to clamp together, but Javier nudges them apart as he sinks onto his knees between your legs and nuzzles your tits when he scoots your ass to the edge of the couch. Tossing your drying hair back as you grip his shoulders, you arch your chest against his face, mewling when he suddenly nudges you to lean back with a firm palm caressing your sternum.

Even on his knees between your thighs, Javi looms over you, molten gaze capturing yours and holding you in place as he hums. "For someone who didn't want to rush through things last time, you're quite impatient," he murmurs, brandied voice hitting a baritone quality that has your clit pulsing, panting breath getting shallow as you watch him fan his gaze possessively down your body while his hands caress your exposed torso.

"I am not," you protest in a lilt, catching your breath to add, "I just hate how this is sticking to my skin," and elaborate by tugging at the camisole rendered a cummerbund at your waist, just below your round and perked breasts.

Javi chuckles, dipping his head to kiss along your chest before nuzzling just under your jaw and hooking his fingers into the stretched camisole and helping shimmy it up and off of your torso to join the rest of your soaked clothes.

You sigh in relief and skim your hands teasingly along his muscled arms, tracing the tendons as they flex under your touch. Then, Javi hums ruggedly, "Mmm, looks like you got wet here too," and drags his thumb from the waistband of your panties to the crotch, firmly rubbing the digit along the damp fabric and enjoying how you tense and take a sharp intake of excited breath, arching into his touch.

His thumb is flush against your clit, grinding languidly into the hidden bud as you stifle a whimper by biting your bottom lip, eyes shutting as he works you into a tantalized tizzy. "Nngth—!" escapes your tense lips, rutting against his hand as he cups your pussy and strums his fingertips back and forth now, content to watch your resolve crumble and needy want blossom from you gorgeous expressions.

"Tell me what you want, querida," he husks as he leans over and kisses you, loving how you chase his lips.

You scoff in pent up frustration. "Javi—"

He hums, burning with pride at the way you say his name – at how good it sounds tumbling from your parted lips. "C'mon, tell me what you want," he cajoles thickly while his talented fingers rub flush against your panties and feel your slick drench them as it seeps through. His groan is brewing in his chest as he licks his lips and grouses low, "Wanna taste you, beautiful—"

You have to fight back the urge to whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you burn with neediness. "Beyako," you grit out and squeeze his triceps, adding in an ardent hiss, "Stop teasing me, Javi, or you'll regret it—ngnth-ah!" before mewling from him effortlessly pulling you forward as he buried his face against your apex, breathing in your heady scent before nuzzling lower. When the chiseled edge of his nose nudges between your thighs and he growls, vibrating your throbbing clit and making your cunt clench, you bury your fingers in his hair and cry out in excitement, unabashed and wanton with your approval.

Javier is mouthing your pussy through your soaked panties, tongue lasciviously swiping along your hidden seam as you tangle your fingers in his dark, disheveled crown of hair while you groan. It's all filthily right, and you can't scrape any sense of recall as to why you didn't give into this a hundred times over before now. Your too busy riding the sinuous sensation of his tongue and lips to notice he's pulling your panties down your hips, fingers dimpling your skin as he hums against your soon-to-be bare cunt.

Your gaze flutters open into a hooded stare as you pant and watch Javi slowly peel your panties down your thighs, having adjusted to lean his weight back on his heels as he tugs the sullied garment off and lets it drop discarded to the floor at his knees before his searing gaze reverently drinks you in. Legs splayed open, he has a glorious view of your dewy pussy as you lean back into the couch – breasts rising and falling from your shallow breaths. Javier is feasting on the exquisite sight – admiring the soft curls over your mons pubis, the way you're pussy is flushed with excitement – when you coyly blush and fidget under his gaze.

"Tan hermosa," he mutters covetously, dark eyes flicking up to watch you gasp and writhe in delight when his hands drag up your inner thighs and knead the muscles there before he husks, "Fuck, tell me you want me to have this," and finally touches your silken petals, drawing circles along them before curling his fingers to press into the tight slit of you.

"Mmm, Javi," you heatedly sigh and flush, stubborn will clinging for dear life. "Atrevido—you're teasing and just want me to beg—" you whine and clutch your hands at his shoulders, trying to pull him down to press his weight against you.

"No, I'm begging you to let me have you. Wanna taste you," he murmurs and kisses you, tongue twirling with the hint of promise against yours before he pulls back and hoarsely declares, "I'm fucking aching to devour your pretty pussy—"

The starved, gravel-edge of his tone melts you, arousal lancing pulsing yearning within you with a ferocity you've never felt before. "Fuck, Javi—you're driving me crazy," you finally protest. "Please, just—just take me. I just want you—"

You hiccup in excitement as he suddenly yanks you to be precariously at the couch's edge and bows between your legs and buries his mouth at your aching center. He hums low in his chest as his tongue sweeps your dripping folds apart, languidly possessive as he claims you with his mouth while his powerful arms hold you up from crumbling in on yourself, his hands groping you reverently as you pant heatedly. When his mouth latches over the hood of your swollen bud and he laves his tongue flush against it, you cry out in pleasure, a hand flying out to grip the armrest of the couch while the other buries in the crown of his hair and tangles there, earning a pleased grunt from Javi. Even with his mouth against your cunt, you can feel his puckish smile as he repeats his talented oral maneuver over your throbbing clit.

Javier is straining in his jeans at how good you taste, at the sounds of your cries and the way your strong thighs threaten to clamp shut around him even while he's got you pinned open with his arms. It's all making him ravenous, desire clouding his patience. He was tempted to shove a hand down to his crotch and relieve the pressure of his cock pressing against the fly when a deliberate flick of his tongue against your slit before he pressed the tip of the devious appendage in had you unraveling, hand in his hair tensing.

"Ja-Javi—!" you cry out in a tight whimper, body going taut as you arch against his mouth and chase more of the sensation he's stirring in you as you mewl softly and toss your head back.

Javier moans against you, drunk with accomplishment as your climax gleams like spent nectar to dampen his moustache and chin. He keeps devouring you through the tremulous quivers of your orgasm, until aftershocks leave you going slack in his embrace as you flop back against the couch. You're utterly breathless, body buzzing with a flush, feeling sated, but still tingly. You dully hope the cement walls and the tempestuous thunderstorm were enough to mute your sounds of pleasure from your neighbors.

Your hand in his hair affectionately massages delicate circles into his scalp, causing Javi to hum, tone like poured honey over a sizzling stone as he gives you a few more open mouth kisses, tongue sweeping greedily to lap your essence up before he leans back on his knees and stares at you. Swiping his forearm over his mouth, he is openly proud at how you're all heaving, sinuous flesh before your blazing gaze sharpens on his and you give him a lopsided smile, almost reluctant when you sigh, "That was so worth the wait."

He grunts and pats your thigh affectionately before curling over you to kiss up your sweat-sheen-covered skin to nuzzle you into a hearty press of lips and tongues, sharing your taste with you before he pulls back and pets your damp, tussled hair back from your face. "Fine. You were right about that too," he snickers, tone raspy, and kisses you, thumbs caressing along your cheekbones to curl at the corners for your jaw and tip your face up so he can kiss you deeper.

This is a tender, rare feeling for Javi to get lost in, and he's more than greedy in his touches, adoring how you savor his kisses, how you pull him close. If you were to kick him out to the storm now, he absurdly would be more than fine with that, although he's hoping to any and all the gods that you won't. After all, he's had a raging hard-on since you sauntered against him in the park, lips and eyes all flirty with promise. He doesn't think he can bear another night of jerking off in his shower after how fucking enticing you've been, let alone with your divine taste flavoring his mouth like his favorite whiskey.

He truly is settled into the moment, relishing your soft-yet-lithe embrace. His fervent hookups with the working girls never really allow for him to partake and get lost in the sensations – usually too one-track-minded in relieving tension whilst pumping them for intel rather than cling afterwards; to entertain post-coital repose. They definitely don't have the time to let him go down on them, no matter how infatuated they might've been with him. After all, their business was pleasure, not feels, and time was money.

A crack of thunder distracts you both from your current, half lounge-cuddle on the edge of the couch, and you suddenly realize how rude and utterly selfish you've been. Does Javier even do this with his rolodex of rameras, you wonder? Wait, who fucking cares if he does! He's got you naked and just gave you the best oral you've ever had in your life, and you're just buzzing as he caresses and kisses you without cajoling or expecting you to reciprocate.

Just when you think you can't feel more infatuated with him, Javier's eyes span down your body as he dotingly caresses you in his arms, smug expression softening as he makes a ruminating sound before crooning, "Preciosa."

That makes you melt, lust for him like embers in an undying fire – glowing red-hot in your core.

When you sit up and fidget, squirming to adjust so you're not legs busted open, Javier feels a twinge of dread that you're going to actually toss him out when you suddenly stand on shaking knees and grip his wrist before tugging. His brows arch as he sees the fiery gleam in your gaze, standing and letting you literally lead the way to your bedroom.

He's floored by how confident you are to march him in your nude glory down the hall to your bedroom, inner thighs glistening from the previous session. Unable to help himself, Javi encircles your waist from behind and kisses the slope connecting shoulder to neck before grunting, pressing his tented jean crotch against your ass, causing you to hum seductively and grind back against it as he crowds you against the wall of the hall. You let him rut provocatively against you while he nuzzles you and paws his large hands along your curves, savoring how you reach your hands back and bury them in his hair to anchor him against you. You're actually enjoying how he's fraying the side of your neck with the scraping friction of his moustache before he kisses and suckles your skin there. It's enough to make you mewl.

"Fuck, cariño. I could take you like this, right here—" Javi ruggedly husks, but you hush his proposition by snaking a hand down behind yourself and cupping him through his jeans.

He groans harshly and bucks against your hand, mind filling with aroused static at being touched by you like that for the first time. You spin around in his arms and stand on your tippy toes to lick at his throat, rubbing him through his jeans with one hand while the other grips his waistband and pulls him along. "As much as I'd really like that, I have my own idea," you tell him, sultry murmur dipping seductively to purr, "I've been dying to do this."

"What's that—?" Javi plays along, not realizing you're maneuvering him to the foot of your bed before the backs of his legs meet the edge of the mattress just as you grip the front of his jeans and work them open to slip a hand down them while the other shimmies the denim down his hips. Javier tangles a hand in the back of your hair and cups the back of your elbow as you stroke his cock before freeing it from its confines.

Of course he's gone commando in these jeans, but you have no time to harp on that when you now finally have the delectable length you've felt pressed up against you so many times in your hand. You are so glad you have a decent poker face, because you feel your core squeeze in excitement and mouth water at his thick hardness, velvet weight delicious as you wrap your hand around the shaft and marvel at how your fingertips can barely touch while wrapped around his girth. All your fantasies didn't do his well endowment any justice. An excited quiver pulses in your core when you stroke him and relish his roughened groans of approval, letting him clutch at your curves. There's a glistening bead of pre-cum dripping from the slit at the blunt, flushed head, so you teasingly glide your thumb over it and spread the wetness to slicken the mouth-watering flesh.

A bolt of lighting lights the sky beyond the cracked open slats of the windows in your bedroom, reminding you how dark the space can get and compelling you to surprise Javi with a nudge to his chest that forces him to flop back onto your bed with a grunt so you can flick the light switch behind you and turn on the lamp on the nightstand to the right. The lamp casts warm light over the room, and you can't help appreciate how hot Javier Peña looks on his back on your bed. His bare torso and hips are a feast, and you'll stay warm on cold nights thinking about him with his cock out, hard and wickedly handsome as he stares across at you.

He has no time to finish chuckling irreverently at how you glance imperiously at him when he sits up on his elbows and gives you a patented sexy glance before you're sauntering over and pulling down his rain-logged jeans off his legs and finally getting him naked. "Like I was saying," you drawl, tone teasing as you purr, "I've been dying to put this in my mouth."

Before Javi can react, you're on your knees and bowing your head in his lap, licking a hot swipe up the underside of his cock before pulling it to caress the side of your cheek as you stare scintillatingly up at Javier and bring him to your mouth.

Javier gasps a hoarse sound and tips his head back as you take his throbbing cock in your mouth until the stretch of your lips burns and your tongue can do nothing but lave and swirl reverently around the thick length. You hum around him and hollow out your cheeks in a lascivious suck that has Javi groaning your name and digging his fingertips into your shoulder while his other hand buries in the back of your hair and tangles there.

He's so big, so thick and hot and delicious as he smothers your mouth, forcing you to concentrate your breathing so you can try taking more of him down, which drives Javi wild above you.

"Oh fuck—fuck—" he hitches between clenched jaw, doing everything to keep hold of his control to not thrust desperately into your mouth while you groan in approval around him and stroke the length of his shaft in the tightest circle you can make with your fingers and thumb. "So good—feels so fucking good, baby—!" Javier is biting back a sound that's a combination growl-groan, eyes clenching shut and gasp catching in his throat when you cup his balls in your warm hand. His chest is heaving as you pull your mouth off his cock with a lewd popping sound so you can regain your breath while laving his spheres and stroking his throbbing erection. He's panting harshly, core winding tight with pleasure and the promise of release when you lewdly hum and take his thick dick back into your mouth.

He's astounded and riled beyond cognitive thought at how good you're sucking him off, sinfully divine as you worship his cock with your mouth. His hands fidget to grip the bed, head tilting back and as he stifles a moan. It's taking everything in him not to fuck up into the glorious velvet heat of your mouth, feral want forcing him to tighten his already white knuckling hands into the bedding, gripping tightly to not grab and hurt you.

You can't believe how warm and tingly you are from being on your knees and burying Javi's dick in your mouth, but you've never felt more powerful in your life. Having this enigmatic and ridiculously charismatic papisongo shuddering and moaning for you gives you a satisfaction that rocks every sense of propriety and meekness in you. Getting high on the feeling, you rake the nails of a hand lightly down his abdomen just as you take his cock deep again, this time feeling the tip brush the soft pillowy rim at the back of your throat. The feeling of your gag reflex trembling around him, and the sound you made – fuck, that sound has Javi writhing. Before you could gloat, he was bucking up into your mouth, a hand burying in the length of your hair before tightening in the dense strands as he pants and groans.

You're enjoying committing every vein, every ridge of his cock to your tongue's sense-memory, especially when you feel the warm, throbbing shaft twitch and sense Javi tense and shiver from your libidinous talents. When he starts panting heatedly and the muscles in his thighs tighten, you hum around the head of his cock and squeeze his base in a downward stroke.

"S-shit—shit! Oh fuck, querida—" Javi began to warn as he planted his feet to the floor to sit up and pull you back to tug your heavenly mouth away in time, but he tenses at finally noticing the full-length mirror tucked in the corner of your bedroom that gave him an insanely sinful view of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. You feel him grow taut and savor his hitching groan sear through you at his realization that you're purposely keeping your mouth on him as you stroke him over the edge. "Holy fuck—!" Javier exhales as he comes hard, spurting his thick seed onto your tongue when he tenses over and holds himself upright with your shoulders, which are bunched up so you can bow your head more onto him and take all of his cum down.

You feel your jaw burn and lips sting from being stretched so wide for so long – tears itching in the corners of your eyes, but you don't care as you concentrate on not choking or letting any of his spend spill from your mouth before you swallow and let his cock slip free from your eager velvet-wet heat. You gasp, panting as you savor his heady taste and feel light-headed in the best way, getting lost in the heat of his skin, his spiced scent, and rippling strength. With a shaky sigh of content accomplishment, you try to regain your breath as you smile at how obscenely debauched you must look to him. You lightly touch his saliva-slick dick and stare up at him through your lashes. Licking your swollen lips and soothingly gliding your palms along his thighs – admiring the soft vellos there, you're getting turned on by how wrecked he looks, and kiss his cock reverently. Javi exhales – brows furrowed and eyes shut as he shakily salvages his composure, sun-kissed features flushed slightly and lips parted as he hungrily regains his breath before his smoldering eyes open again and stare avidly down at you.

The passion in his gaze has excitement coiling in you incandescently and you self-consciously clench your thighs together as you continue to catch your breath and absently swipe the back of your palm over your mouth.

If he wasn't before, Javier Peña is beyond smitten now. That was the best blowjob he's ever gotten in his life, paid or otherwise. But aside from that, he's a bit mystified. Smitten? Not strong enough a term for what he's feeling as he stares down at you – naked and on your knees but wielding so much strength and audaciousness. He can't think of a word to describe the feeling, but he knows it's novel and imploring – coiling its way through him to settle deep, leaving a bone-itching feeling under his skin.

He cups your cheek, eyes fixating on your mouth as he drags his thumb over your lips and worries the plush pillow of your bottom lip tenderly. "Hermosa," he husks, and you melt into his touch, eyes fluttering at his radiating fondness. "Too good for me…" he murmurs, gruff but affectionate.

You raise a delicate brow at him and rise slowly from your knees to crawl onto the bed next to him so you can unabashedly slink up against his side and nuzzle your kiss into his shoulder as you caress his cheek, fingertips tracing down from his cheekbone to his jaw line.

"None of that," you huff softly, tone irreverent as you let him circle his arm around your waist and pull you closer, until your breast is pressed flush against his ribcage. When he exhales, you relent against your desires and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close so you can sidle your leg over his hips. Now you have a better angle to kiss his neck, jaw, any expanse of skin your lips can reach while you comb your fingers through the hair at his temple before trailing them playfully up to his crown and lightly tugging.

He grunts amusedly at the sensation and nuzzles the top of your head. "Stop teasing me," he wryly mumbles and kisses your temple.

"I can't. You started it," you quip laconically, but the smile in your voice has him humming interestedly.

"How'd I do that, and when?" Javi inquires, playing along as he tilts your face up so he can graze kisses along your cheek.

Are you really ready to tell him you've had the hots for him from afar? That you've entertained listening to the salacious gossip about him around the embassy because you were doing your own kind of recognizance? After all, anyone who has ever struck your fancy also tickled your curiosity, so you'd learn what you could before deciding if they were worthy of your attention, let alone your lust.

Agent Javier Peña definitely had met both requirements. But you weren't hard up or naïve enough to not take the gossip serious. You probably would've completely drowned your interests for Javi had you not been chatting with the loose-lipped HR assistant director one chance coffee break who'd volunteered a treasure trove of too much information. She'd actually told you all DEA agents were required to do routine and random drug and physical testing so the State Department was confident they weren't engaging in risky behavior while on assignment in foreign jurisdictions. While Javier Peña was by far the most notorious DEA Agent in the consulate, he'd tested clean across the board for everything every single time.

The reminder has you suddenly feeling silly. You're too pragmatic for your own good, but even you have to admit that you liked his bad boy swagger. So much so that you find yourself blurting in response to his question, "When you were hassling Cassidy in Mil Group. In the main lobby that time before the ambassador's last all-agency town hall?" When he blinks at you before trying to recall when that happened and what was so special about that, you sheepishly murmur, "He's a complete asshole who always disparages my department because he's too dense to understand simple informational processes over inter-agency classifications. Kind of guy that doesn't think women should've been allowed to put on shoes and leave the kitchen," you pause in your ramble to elaborate the point: "I liked seeing him get taken down a few pegs."

Javier laughs, a rich, warm rumble that tickles you in all the right ways. "I knew you had a wicked streak in you. However, that doesn't really answer how I started it," his gravelly tone dips as he nuzzles your hairline by your ear.

"Hm, I guess you would've had to see it to appreciate it," you evade, exhaling excitedly when he starts caressing his hand along the side your breast before toying with the weight of it.

"So much for team building," he chuckles absently as he starts to stroke his thumb over your nipple and kiss along your jaw.

"…What?" you distractedly ask as you tilt your head to an angle so he can trail his lips down your neck while you idly dimple his bicep with your fingertips.

"First time I saw you," he murmurs against your skin as his hand fans out to grope up the valley of your cleavage. "You were telling some grunt off for being a prick to one of the cleaning girls," he kneads the slope of muscle that joins shoulder to neck when you hum and bat your lashes at him. "Fuck…I thought you were a stunner then, looking so damned good, all pissed off and exacting," he punctuates his praise by caressing his hand down your arm to slip it to your hip and imprint his fingertips covetously there before dragging his palm around the meat of your thigh to clutch it wantonly.

You've been tingly for a while, even after he blew your mind with his tongue, but now you're achingly tingling, getting wet for him all over again and giddy with the prospect of having him inside you. "Javier—"

"Javi," he corrects, impishly goading, eyes like burned chocolate as he smirks and keeps strumming his fingertips along the back of your thigh, naughtily close to your pussy.

Your scoff hitches when he finally does caress your slick sex, fingers drawing lazily along the damp warmth of you and making it difficult for you to keep your composure. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll have your balls," you sigh as he keeps touching you. He hums musingly at your half-serious threat, so you nuzzle his chest and start kissing across his collarbone towards the column of his throat. "I mean it—"

"I know. Remember though: I told you I could be very discreet," he offers appealingly. "You don't go telling your gang of conserjes about this either, then," he quips, tone breathy as you caress your hand down his waist to tease his hardening erection.

"I won't, Agente Peña," you lilt tauntingly, smirk cheeky when he groans and pulls you onto his lap so he can paw his hands down your back and grip your ass as you kiss.

The howling wind has died down outside, but the rain is still battering, breeze cool as it filters through the ajar window slats to sweep over you and Javi as you rile each other up again. You've never been more happy that the apartment has fantastic airflow, because the breeze outside sifts in and keeps you from being a sweaty mess as Javier drives you wild with his mouth and hands.

You push Javier onto his back so you can straddle him as you trail your mouth down his neck and caress his smooth chest seductively. He makes a pleased sound and stretches out under you, idly glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. He internally swears.

"Querida," he hums and combs his hands into your hair, playing with the weight of the strands. "Mmmph, you're gonna kill me," Javi begins, humming and arching when you graze his neck with your teeth before suckling that spot that makes him shudder. "Nngth, fuck—" he husks when you bury a hand in his hair and tug so he has to crane his neck to your voraciously delectable mouth while you press yourself flush over his muscled body.

"Hmm?" you muse, nuzzling his skin and getting lost in the friction of his cock riding along the ridge of your apex, so close to jutting stiffly between your welcoming thighs to glide flush against your slick folds.

"I—mmph," he attempts but is shushed by your hungry kiss, plush lips molding to his before you trail your tongue into his mouth. When he breaks the kiss and huffs tersely at himself, you finally focus and blink the lust away just as he declares, "I've gotta go." He instantly regrets saying it when your brows furrow and inquisitive stare sharpens as you sit up and immediately go into speculation mode. "Cariño—"

"Ah…ah pues bien," you cut in and clamber off his lap, heading in an imperious stalk out of your room while he sits up and listens from his place on the bed to you snatching and snapping something out in the living room before you return – gaze blazing and expression exacting as you toss his still-wet and now rumpled shirt at him. "Don't let me keep you now that you've gotten what you wanted," you clip icily and breeze towards where his jeans are discarded at the floor to snatch them up.

Rather than get defensive, Javier can't help but stare at your furious, naked self as you haughtily walk back to toss the jeans at him when you catch his doting smile. You bristle, thinking he's laughing at your consternation with him abruptly wanting to leave in the middle of a rainstorm right after you got him off rather than reading it for what it was:

He was fucking taken with you – by your fierceness, and it was all he could do but smile admiringly at you while you fume for all the wrong reasons.

"You sinvergüenza!" you snap and chuck the jeans down at the bed next to him and go to storm off when he grabs your wrist and thwarts your exit, pulling you to him as if he was reeling in a dangerous prize.

"Hold on, atrevida," he chuckles and gathers you with a strong hand at the back of your hip before herding you against him. "You are so fucking ruthless…so fucking sexy," he rumbles and firmly sits you on his thigh, holding you in place to force you to look into his charismatic, albeit amused expression. "I have not gotten what I wanted. Not yet," he punctuates his mutter by pinching your chin and swiveling your haughty features to face him. "Preciosa, no te pongas guapita conmigo," he husks, musing tone asking you not to get testy with him softening you as he caresses your jaw and watches your haughty scowl melt a bit. "I just…lost track of time. Running late for a meet up," he explains, tone cooling as he rests his head against your breast before nuzzling his face against you affectionately.

You look at the clock and frown, realizing how the storm totally threw off your perception of time. Rueful, you huff and relax in his embrace, pressing your nose to the crown of his head and inhaling his comforting scent. "I—I'm sorry, Javier—"

"Javi," he corrects, tone gravelly as he kisses below your clavicle and pulls you close so he can trail his lips along your warm, soft skin.

You sigh, tantalized by his touch and about to force yourself to stand so he can start getting dressed when a loud, shuttering clap of thunder crackles the atmosphere outside right after the flash of lighting that flared in from the window's slats. You actually jump and Javier holds you from toppling backwards from your perch on his thigh.

He frowns at the squalling rain he can see through the narrowed slats. "Fuck…can I use your phone?" he mumbles, clearly not up for wearing his wet clothes and trudging through the tumultuous storm in search for an available taxicab to ferry him to his place so he can rush into clothes and meet Steve and Connie, who seems keen on trying to make something happen between him and her friend, which he wasn't up for anyway.

Not when he has you, and a storm to ride out merrily in the throes of promised ecstasy as long as he doesn't exasperate you too bad.

Javier can't even suppress the smirk in his tone when he calls Steve and cancels last minute. "Dammit, man, Connie's gonna be so pissed—"

"Glad I'm not married to her then," Javier quips laconically and leans his shoulder into the wall the mounted landline phone is at, next to the kitchen. "Just tell her sorry. Something came up—"

He hears Steve scoff before he grouses snippily, "Something important, at least?"

Javi glances over his shoulder to the bedroom down the hall, picturing you lying on your back and waiting for him. "Very, very important. See yah tomorrow," he answers and quickly hangs up before Steve can pry anymore.

You're listening to the ambient drumming and whooshing of the storm outside – how it patters in a rhythmic beat against the roof and sides of the building – when Javier comes back into the room. Not at the bed with your legs open for him like he'd pictured, he's nonetheless pleased to see you still naked, just standing by the window while you watch the rainfall and absently smoothening the wrinkles of his shirt in your hands. You pry your stare away from the swaying trees at the back of the building and glance back at him, smile a bit sheepish. "I'm sorry. I should've asked if you had to be somewhere—" you begin as you lope over, trailing off when Javier pulls you the rest of the way to meet at the foot of the bed.

He's completely naked, golden-tan glory and smooth muscles gliding in a skim along your form as he kisses you, touch so tender. The shirt is dropped to the floor so you can wrap your hands around his shoulders. You're eager, fluttering excitement heating your womb as his cock brushes your apex. "Where were we, querida?" he murmurs against your lips, moustache tickling you when you smirk against his mouth.

"Right about here," you answer and lightly nudge him to sit on the bed. He hums, hand reaching for his jeans next to him on the bed to unseeingly retrieve his wallet. You read his intent and tug the jeans out of his reach, holding his gaze as you reach into the pocket where you feel the leather billfold tucked away and toss the jeans aside so you can open the wallet and slip two fingers in to pull out the square wrapper hidden for just such an occasion. You toss his wallet onto the dresser and Javi looks absolutely entranced by your moxie as you use your teeth to tear the condom wrapper open before climbing onto the bed with him.

His cock is thick and rock-hard as you roll the condom onto it and ease it down carefully to the base of his shaft, all while you sultrily bat your lashes at him and smile, temptingly daring as you stroke your hand languidly over it.

You see Javi's avid gaze darken with feral want as he pulls you close and claims your mouth with his, hands grabbing you up and effortlessly lifting you to him. Your world spins when he pivots his hips and brings you down onto the bed, and you gasp when he finally is on top of you. The bed protests with your dual weights, but thankfully there isn't an apartment behind the headboard's wall, so you can at least not worry about keeping anyone up. You smile into his kiss, savoring the feeling of his muscle and heat pressing down over you. It is everything you've ever wanted. He coaxes a groan of pleasure from you when he scrapes his mouth along your pulse line before rolling his hips between your welcoming thighs. Hooking your legs around his waist, you arch under him when his cock begins to breach your drenched folds, head notching into your clenching entrance.

Even after all of the ways he's gotten you wound up and soaked with excitement, he is sizeable, and you're biting your bottom lip as he works a stabbing jab of his hips to finally manage splitting you open. Your toes curl, and your fingertips dig into his back when he groans tight jawed against you. A few long, languid strokes of his cock through your rippling sheath have you tingling with more pleasure than burn, just as he bucks in deep and grips your waist. You see stars in the backs of your eyes and gasp as his cock stretches your sheath taut, settling a burning ache to spread like fire in your pulsing flesh. Clinging to him, you shakily sigh as he kisses soothingly along your jaw and pants from the sheer will he's exerting over himself.

"T-This good?" he checks, voice rough as he holds himself still to let your body acclimate to his cock throbbing in your impossibly tight cunt.

"Yes, Javi," you hiss, tone luscious as you murmur, "So good."

Javier almost misses the second part, his concentration rapt with the effort of reining his impulse to fuck roughly into your silken vice. He is not used to the devastatingly exquisite sensation of his cock being clutched almost beseechingly before he's even started rocking his hips against you. "Mmmph, so fucking tight—" he growls as he pumps several thrusts before rutting deep and keeping his pelvis flush. "Feel so good, preciosa ," he mumbles heatedly against your cheek when his next thrust has you arching and whimpering.

You pant against his throat when he shoves his forearm under you and angles your pelvis into an angle that has your insides lighting up with blissful delight from his cock hitting something ruinously divine in you. "Ah!" you cry out, hands clutching at him desperately as he starts slamming into you, his control splintering under the rippling squeeze of your cunt around his throbbing cock. "Ja-Javi—please, mmm—!" you whimper in a pitch he's never heard you use before, and he's trembling with savage pride as you pull him close and wrap your legs around him. "Oh god—!" you hitch, voice reedy and suppliant when he slams against the nested pleasure point deep inside your fluttering heat before he grinds his pelvis against you and presses flush against your pulsing clit.

The sounds of your passionate sex fill the room at a level that you can't even hear the rain battering outside. Even though the room is filled with a cooling breeze, you're burning up now, sweat clinging to your hairline and your sternum as Javier fucks you senseless. All sensation feels heightened now, the way his moustache rakes your neck when he nuzzles you, the scent of his warm skin, the taste of his sweat when you kiss the hollow of his throat, the sound of his raw grouses of pleasure? Hell, even your own voice surprises you as you make a sound from Javi adjusting his next thrust in time with the grip of his large hands clutching your hips as he slams you onto his cock and hovers over you as he does it. His knees are planted firmly, sinking into your soft mattress as he expertly pounds his desperate pleasure into you, cock wringing through your clenching sheath so good that the sounds of your flesh colliding is making you giddy.

The look in his eyes is wild; pupils blown out and turning his usually smoldering gaze into that of a man possessed with lust and temerity while he's panting harshly and watching the havoc he's wrecking in you blaze across your features.

It's taking everything in him not to fuck you with abandon, to lose himself in your molten sheath, afraid of getting addicted to you. But it's no use when your hands grip him at the bend of his arms and you undulate your hips up against him, slamming yourself onto his cock with the shameless vigor with which he's pounding into you, whimpering incandescently while in your rapture.

"F-fuck—querida, don't wanna—" Javier is heaving shakily, sweat on his forehead matting his dark hair to stick there as he pants and keeps trying to rein back the sensation you're causing to claw free from something depraved and raw in him – a primal need he thinks is too base and unworthy of your grace.

You can sense he's at the brink of something, and you want it, whatever he is simmering to curb within himself. The urge is in his eyes, etched in the set of his brows and how tense his features are.

You want him. So, you tell him in a reedy whisper, "Fuck me harder, Javi. I want you bad."

The debauched petition unleashes his urge and burns up his chest in a harsh groan before he barrels his next series of thrusts into your shuddering, straining sheath. He punches the air from your lungs when his thrusts hammer into that bundle of nerves inside your rippling being and balances you to be gripped in his possessive embrace – one forearm planted at the small of your back to hoist you into that exquisite angle, while his other hand gropes down your belly to slot between your bodies. When he seats his thumb against the hood of your clit and rubs salacious pressure there while he fucks you breathless, you're torn into a million pieces of blissful ruin, dissolving into searing cries and whimpers of pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you.

"Jah-Jahvi—!" you cry out and melt into inarticulate mewls as you arch in his grip, hair swaying as you cling to him and ride his powerful slams into your flooding, fluttering cunt.

Javier moans, guttural and gravel-pitched as his cock swells inside your rippling molten sheath just as you clamp down hard, begging for his release. It's all too much, and his hand slotted at your pussy loses coordination as he pounds into your pleasure and comes apart, rutting rough and deep into you as he climaxes with a gruff groan of your name. His release draws his balls up tight, orgasm so fierce he worries that the condom won't keep it all from spilling. The concern is only a spark that's overshadowed by the dizzying satisfaction he gets distracted by when he stares into your sated features.

You feel yourself floating in numbed ecstasy, but relish being anchored beneath Javier and his heavy weight after he slumped on top of you. He's clutching you like you're his life raft, as if he'd end up adrift if you weren't in his arms, pressed pliantly under him.

You're both like that, gasping, heaving, trembling beings stuck to each other on the disheveled bed for a while before you're able to scrape your senses back together. You realize dully your hands started strumming his back soothingly at some point, and you feel Javi exhale in sated pride against the crook of your neck.

"Shit…querida," he mumbles against your damp skin before nuzzling you. "That was…you're wild…so fucking hot," he mutters drunkenly, but you hear the pleased chord in his gravelly baritone.

You turn to nudge him affectionately so he has to meet your lips. He kisses you with gusto, tongue worshipping your mouth before he cuddles you and lets you pet his sweaty hair free from sticking to his forehead. The soft, gentle touch of your fingertips along his brow settles him, and he gives you a not-so-chaste kiss on the lips before he eases out of your wet heat and rolls over to tend to the post-coital chore.

Completely fucked out, you smile dreamily and lazily tilt your head sideways to stare at his broad, smooth back in it's golden glory under the warm glow of the lamplight as he takes a few tissues from the box at the nightstand. Cleaning himself off with some tissues, he ties off the filled condom and wraps it in the rest of the tissues before tossing it in the very-convenient wastebasket he spots tucked next to the nightstand before he stretches and grunts as he stands. You get a fantastic view of his ass as he lopes out of your room.

Your brain is misfiring, but the anxiety wiggles in panicked bewilderment, thinking he's just going to leave, when he's sauntering back in with one of the discarded towels left out in the living room in one hand and what looks like a box of cigarettes in the other.

Before your dumbed brain can interpret what's happening, Javier deposits the cigarettes at the nightstand and crawls back onto the bed, using the towel to gently, tenderly wipe the cool and slightly damp material between your legs. You sigh and close your eyes, a docile smile tugging your plush-yet-kiss-bruised lips as you concentrate on the sensation and listen to the calming storm outside. The doting aftercare leaves you feeling tingly, but in a different way.

Tossing the towel aside, Javier sidles up next to you. He props himself up on his elbow and surveys you, dark-brewed eyes gleaming a warm chestnut under the light from the lamp when you open yours and smile up at him. Javi caresses his fingertips affectionately along the curve of your jaw, eyes lowering to commit your body to memory. "Beautiful," he murmurs, smirking when you cup his cheek and pull him down to meet your lips.

The kiss is soft and sweet, and your tempered façade is unable to resurge. Instead, you're left wistful, pining, as you stare into his handsome features.

"…You started it by being so damned sexy."

Javier's gaze narrows inquisitively, and you huff at yourself as you nudge him to roll onto his back so you can cuddle his side.

"Care to elaborate for me?" he chuckles when you goofily pout at him.

"Oh, shut up, you know exactly what I mean," you snipe playfully, swatting him lightly on his bare chest.

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips so he can kiss the ridge of your folded fingers. "Tan terca," he drawls before sitting up and reaching for his pack of cigarettes. "Is it ok if I smoke?" he inquires as he shimmies to sit up against the headboard. You shrug in acquiescence and slink on your hands and knees to stretch out on your side, propped up on your folded arms with a pillow.

You watch him fish out a cigarette and press it to his lips before retrieving a small lighter tucked into the pack, igniting it with a hiss to light the end of the slim cylinder. Dropping the lighter into the pack and setting it aside onto the nightstand, he looks around for an ashtray. "I don't smoke," you offer and grin when he glances over almost bemusedly. You snicker and grab a little glass bon-bon dish you have on the opposite nightstand that you use to drop your earrings in. "Here," you hand it to him so he can flick his ash into it before settling back down into a comfortable lounging position. Javier eyes you with interest, thinking you look like a sinuous minx lying on your belly like that. He props his leg up while the other is stretched out, grunting at already feeling that heat rise in him at your unintentionally seductive pose.

"What?" You quirk a brow at him when he keeps staring at you from behind his hand while he puffs away, causing the tendrils of cigarette smoke to weave like vines before dissipating from the breeze that seeps in from the windows.

"You're going to be fucking trouble, that's what," he deadpans, but the searing gleam in his gaze is teasing, pleased with the idea.

"Mira quien habla," you snicker, puckish expression emphasizing the teasing way you retorted 'look who's talking' as you toss your hair over your shoulder and slink your leg to bend in a semi-straddle to relieve some tension in your lower back, only giving Javi filthy ideas about fucking you while you're in said pose.

He grunts musingly and takes a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling it. "Hmph, you're lucky that was my last condom," he mumbles, tone ripe, albeit regretful.

Your core flutters at that, even though the implication of that should ruffle you. However, two can play this game.

Javi watches you hum and rise up into a slow slink towards him only to stare curiously as you straddle your torso over him to reach for the drawer of the nightstand he's closest to. You open said drawer only wide enough to reach your fingers in and pluck something out of what sounds like a ceramic bowl before you deposit the item cheekily on his chest and sit back on your shins. The smirk on your face is goading as he stares down at the condom before flicking his avid gaze up at you.

He's snuffing what's left of the cigarette in the glass dish and sliding it unseeingly onto the nightstand while he stares hungrily at you, at your perked nipples and the tease of your pussy. You're smug as he grabs the condom and sits up to reach for you, eyes flashing covetously over you while he pulls you towards him. Before you even blink, his mouth is claiming yours, and you're both rushing to get tangled up in carnal delight again.

You relish his voracious desire, and can only hope it's all for you as he ravishes you like you'll both burn apart if you don't both reach bliss at the same time.

Yes, you are beyond smitten with Javier Peña. And this is only the beginning of a series of realizations your stubbornness will be ruthlessly challenged by.

Can you handle the challenge that is not falling for Javi?

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Spanish-English Glossary:

Mucho gusto = Nice to meet you

Doña = respectful term; akin to Mrs./Lady

Mamacita = sexy lady; foxy woman

pandebono = a Colombian cheese bread roll

¿Todo a su gusto? = Everything to your liking?/ Everything ok?

Todo bien = Everything's fine

Postobón = Brand of Colombian soda that's made in Medellín

Querida = Affectionate term for a female, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Que gringo = What a gringo

Tan guapita = So sassy/foxy/daring/testy

Cariño = darling/sweetheart

Tan terco/terca = So stubborn

Sandalia = dressy sandals

Aguacero = downpour

descarado = shameless cad; sexy scoundrel

Beyako = Puerto Rican slang for horny/naughty guy; akin to "horn dog"

Tan hermosa = So beautiful

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Rameras = Whores; prostitutes

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Papisongo = Puerto Rican slang for a very sexy man; a stud

Vellos = hair; peach fuzz

Conserjes = custodial staff

Ah…ah pues bien = Ah…ah ok fine

Sinvergüenza = Puerto Rican slang for someone shameless; a scoundrel

Preciosa, no te pongas quapita conmigo = Don't get testy with me, gorgeous

Mira quien habla = Look who's talking

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