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?

17. Chapter 17: Punishment

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, including explicit depictions of oral and unprotected sex. Mentions of toxic dynamics, dom/sub play, cum play, edging, slightly demeaning pet names, emotional turmoil, angst and possessive jealousy. Jealous!Javi, Possessive!Javi, Soft!Javi, Dom!Javi.

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Chapter 17: Punishment

You'd been eager to see him all day, and hiding it was just as much of a chore as having to pretend you're not getting frustrated with the 'essential personnel' in the embassy that are fighting being dragged into the current decade of technology. Without Ellis and his patience, you're sure you'd have snapped at a harried secretary by now, but every time you looked up at the clock and saw you were an hour closer to the end of the day, you'd get excited. After all, you'd looked forward to having a sultry romantic night planned for Javi tonight when he showed up to your door, and you couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

You're so distracted by your whimsical thoughts that you find yourself jolting when your desk phone rings.

Heart summersaulting in your chest, you answer it, giving your prim greeting.

"Hey, firecracker," Luke greets you charmingly, and you feel flooded with anxious guilt. "You busy?"

"Uh, n-no, just trying to finish some stuff up. What's up?" you muse, idly twirling your finger in the phone cord as you lean into your desk.

"Nothing much. Things have slowed down here, so Lou's sending Nador and me back to the capital. I wanted to see if you were free this weekend?" Luke asks in his affable, gravelly tenor.

You frown, feeling really wrong for wanting to avoid the man, but not really sure you're ready to let him down easy. Not when he's going to want to know why you've changed your mind yet again about seeing him. "Sorry, I'm gonna get caught up on some things," you turn down haltingly, before adding smoothly, "Raincheck?"

"Sure, sounds good. Maybe we can grab dinner next week?" he suggests in a charismatic tone, adding in a flirty musing, "Christ knows I could sure use the company after being cooped up with the fellas."

You chuckle at that. "We'll play it by ear, soldier. You just stay safe in the meantime, alright?"

"Yes, captain," he jokes before saying goodbye.

Despite everything, you wilt into your chair, upset with yourself. It's not right for you to string Luke along, and if things with Javi are back on, you need to be honest with the field operations analyst. Unfortunately, you want to avoid having to divulge your relationship with the DEA agent, but you don't want to lie, or omit your feelings. It's a quandary you find yourself stewing about most of the rest of the day until you and Ellis drive through rush hour traffic.

"Oh, forgot to tell you. The boss asked me to set up a meeting for the three of us on the calendar a couple of weeks from now," Ellis remarks as he drives.

"Yeah? Did he mention what about?" you ask as you glance over at the congenial man.

"Nope, which is odd, really. Have you heard anything?" he queries and glances over.

"Not at all. We've both been splitting our time across the embassy, so maybe since we're almost done onboarding everyone, he wants to talk future state?" you muse, brushing you hair behind your ears.

"Eh, who knows. Things are super tense around the building," Ellis remarks. He seems a bit pensive, so you just nod, hoping he'll take it as encouragement to share what's troubling him. "So…Anita and I have been talking."

Blinking, you glance over and fold your hands over your purse in your lap. "About?"

"…About maybe moving on from here," he tells you in a sheepish mumble, suddenly unable to meet your gaze as he focuses it ahead.

You're shocked, and the pang of sadness that wells in your chest surprises you. "From…Colombia?"

Nodding, he mutters tensely, "We've been talking about going back to Florida…settling down there. Maybe…maybe even starting a family."

Your eyes well up with emotion, but you blink them rapidly to hold it at back so you can smile and murmur, "Ellis, that's happy news, you nerd. Why're you telling me like you're admitting to cheating on your taxes?"

He snorts at that and shakes his head ruefully. "Dammit, kid," Ellis grunts before sighing, "Because I like it here, and while I do miss home every so often, you, our friends, Anita's family? You mean the world to me. I'd miss it all terribly."

Pouting, you ask, "Anita wants to leave, though."

He nods, frowning. "The bombing…it really upset her. She doesn't feel safe here anymore. She's been talking to her parents, and they're actually open to moving to the states if she goes. The violence and uncertainty has worn 'em down…"

Absorbing that, you sit heavily into your seat, and once he's pulling up to your complex, you feel a bit overwhelmed, but don't want to burden him with it. "Whatever you decide, you got my support, you know that, right?" you press, and when he pouts, you playfully shake his shoulder. "C'mon, Rose. You gotta do what's best for yourself. And if it's becoming a giant dork of a dad, then there's no use fighting it," you joke, and he grunts haughtily. "Have you discussed a timeline?"

He shakes his head. "No, but we'd have to figure it out soon to start making all of the immigration arrangements for her parents. And really, I'm just nervous about moving back to Tallahassee and finding a great job—"

"One step at a time, Ellis," you tease before you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks for the ride."

"Want me to pick you up in the morning?" he asks while you collect your things and start exiting his car.

"Nope. I'm driving myself; have a super late meeting end of day, so no worries," you tell him and wave goodnight after shutting the door.

Once in your apartment, you shower and get ready to seduce the hell out of Javi as soon as he gets to your door.

Javier had been hoping to be done with their interviews a hell of a lot earlier, but both Blackie and La Quica were behind maximum security, and after a lot of bureaucratic bullshitting, they'd had to resort to calling Messina who would then call Crosby to call Gaviria so the proper screws could be put onto the officials trying to play hardball with them. By the end of it, the two sicarios ended up just sharing more clandestine sites that were used as safe houses by their boss, but that were unlikely to be viable leads. Steve had taken the list with him back to Medellín to present them to Col. Martínez, while Javi had used being the one to accompany Messina to the status meeting with Gaviria the following day as an excuse to stay back an extra day.

He's annoyed at being so late to your place, so he hustles in a loping stride through the dimly lit courtyard and up the steps to your apartment's door, duffle flung over his shoulder as he ascends.

You're startled awake by the loud knocks, and when you sit up and try to shake the sleepiness away, you blearily look at the clock and realize it's after midnight. There's only a nightstand lamp on, and after you'd gotten ready, you inevitably propped your head on a pillow and dozed off the later it got. Swearing, you frown at having underestimated just how tired you'd be after work and erroneously sprawled out to wait on your bed. After he knocks again, you scramble up, throw on your robe, and rush down the hall.

When you answer the door, Javi can't help give you a soulful-eyed pout. "Shit…I woke you up," he mutters, eyeing you affectionately.

Your hair is mussed and tousled, and you're still trying to blink the sleep away, stifling a yawn behind your hand. "Hmm," you exhale and pull him through the threshold. "So much for being prepared," you sigh, and after he closes and locks up behind himself, you wrap your arms around him and bury your face against his chest. "I missed you," you mumble softly, relishing his chuckle.

"Same here, preciosa," he tells you as he drops his duffle by the door. Leaning down to peck you on the lips, Javi then turns you in his arms and guides you with his warm hands on your shoulders to lope back to your bedroom. "It's late. I'm tucking you in," he rumbles, steering you to the side of the bed so he can pull the covers back for you.

"No, I'm awake now, chavón," you protest and tow him over by his jean's waistband. He's in a cream-colored button shirt, leather jacket, and pair of jeans you swear were sewn for him. Batting your long lashes up at him, you smile as you loop your hands around him to remove his agent paraphernalia while he stares enticingly down at you. "Plus, didn't you want to punish me?" you purr and kiss his chin after you set his service weapon, handcuffs, and beeper aside on the nightstand so you can trail your fingers to hook into his belt.

His coffee-brewed eyes turn pitch-dark with his lust, and it takes all Javi's control not to toss you onto the bed. Instead, he focuses on your hands undoing his belt. "The kind of things I had in mind don't lend themselves to doing so late," he grumbles hotly as he wryly takes your hands from his belt and steers you to sit on the bed. "Be a good girl and let me undress for bed, hermosa," he croons as you purse your lips imperiously at him while he walks over to shrug his jacket off and goes to hang it up on the doorknob to your closet.

Grunting, you eye him sultrily while he speedily unbuttons his shirt before discarding it as he toes his boots off and starts unfastening his jeans. Then, you remember what's under your robe. Standing, you wait until he's in his black boxer-briefs now to undo the sash of your robe and muse, "So, I probably should just take this off, then?"

When Javi turns, he ends up gaping at you. Heat rises up his chest to fan up his neck, radiate in his cheeks, and flare up to the tops of his ears at the sight of you in the burgundy silk baby doll with strategically placed chemise panels along your cleavage and the sides of your hourglass figure. With your hair still tussled, you look like a sexy minx, the skinny spaghetti straps accentuating your sloping shoulders while the hem rides precariously at the top of your thighs, so close to showing him a peek at of the divine juncture between them.

"…Is that new?" he croaks before clearing his throat, eyes smoldering as he stares hungrily at you.

You smile before chirping innocently, "Yep," and tug on a shoulder strap teasingly, enjoying seeing the effect your sultry look is having on him. "But, if you want to go to sleep—"

Javi's breezed over and pulled you into his arms before you can finish batting your lashes, snuffing your flirty taunt by claiming your mouth with his. You hum into the kiss, relishing how his hands sculpt down your body and covetously fondle you against him to feel how turned on he is. His skin is warm, and when you glide your hands up his sides, Javi grunts and sweeps his tongue into your mouth to tangle against yours while his own touch ventures lower. He groans when his hand goes up the hem of your baby doll to feel that indeed, you don't have anything on underneath.

You smile against his lips when he just keeps skating his hand along the smooth plump curve of your buttock while you're snaking your hands up his chest to anchor behind his neck so you can slink flush against him and suckle on his bottom lip teasingly before purring, "And here I had an idea of how you could punish me."

Javi's eyes flash with intrigue. "Oh? Would it really be a punishment if it's something you came up with for yourself, bravita?" he goads, kissing along your jaw.

"Well, it's of your discretion to decide if it justifies the crime I committed of teasing you on the phone," you lilt playfully and curl your fingers through the hair behind his ear – scratching at that spot you know makes him melt a little.

He gives you a drawn out grunt of interest before murmuring, "Let's hear it, then."

Pressing your lips to that spot under his jaw while you caress your hands down his torso to loop around his waist, you lean back to stare up at him alluringly and chime, "For being naughty, you can do whatever you want with my mouth."

The scintillating, molten desire that courses down Javi's body to pool in his apex has him straining against his cotton underwear, and you can feel it jut against you while he rapaciously stares down at you and curls a hand in the back of your hair.

"…You have anything specific in mind, tentadora?" he husks and tilts your face up with a possessive tug of the tresses he's fisting now before he teasingly brushes his lips over your gasping ones.

"Mmm, I do, querido," you murmur and flick your tongue teasingly over his bottom lip.

His hand in your hair tightens before he exhales heatedly and lets you go. "Show me," he orders, tone velvet over steel.

That sultry look that blazes in your eyes and softens your plush lips is enough to make him weak, but he stands like your sexy sentry, tall, broad, and golden-skinned under the scant lamplight. Humming serenely, you surprise him by pulling his underwear down his hips and shoving them the rest of the way to slink off his flexing thighs. But, instead of getting on your knees in front of him like he expects, you sensually prowl onto the bed, arrange some of the pillows, and lie on them in a way that tips the lower half of your torso on an upward slant, while your shoulders and head stretch towards the end of the bed. Javier's eyes get heavy with allured want, and a charged exhale flits out of him at the sight you've made of yourself before him. You're presented like a carnal feast: Wrapped in the sinfully sexy baby doll, legs parted enough to show a tease of your mound, tussled hair fanned out over the edge of the mattress, glossy eyes riveted up at him as you languidly lick your lips until their luscious, and open your mouth in wanton invitation for him to put whatever he wants in it.

Javi's cock twitches, already straining upwards as he roves his hungry stare across your body before approaching to loom over you. He's so worked up and enticed, he can't decided what to do first. Your nipples are pebbled and denting the delicate silk along your bust, so he reaches to trace one with his thumb before swiveling it around the peaked flesh. When you gasp a needy mewl, he trails his fingers from your breast to skate them glidingly at your collarbone, up your throat, tracing them along the line of your jaw, and settle them over the edge of your chin so he can caress his thumb teasingly across your plump bottom lip.

Staring with hooded, gleaming eyes up at him, you flick your tongue against the pad of his thumb. Javi growls at the sight and presses his thumb to trace the flat of your tongue before you pillow it in your mouth so he can glide his thick digit over the velvet wet of the appendage. His loins are tightening with urge at how lascivious this is, aroused and riled by your submissive pose and how you watch him take himself in his hand, stroking his thick cock deftly at the sight of you.

This position is sinful to him, and he's so turned on that you'd put yourself in it for him that he's almost sheepish about it. Sure, you've both sixty-nined before, but it's always been with him on his back, and you sitting on his face while you worshipped his cock. However, this version? With you beckoning for him to bury his cock in your mouth and give him all the control? It was riling him into a debauched tizzy.

You can see the hesitation in his tense shoulders and crinkling dark eyes, so you suck on his thumb and smile around it as you reach to caress his hip reassuringly.

"Baby, I don't want to hurt you," he stammers gruffly when your hand moves from his hip to his apex, languidly dragging your nails through the coarse thatch of hair above his cock before caressing the fingers he's already got wrapped around it with your own. His breath hitches and he retracts his thumb from your mouth to circle it over your plush, pillowed lips. "I-I don't think I could control myself—"

"I trust you, Javi. You're too good to hurt me," you murmur silkily and kiss his thumb. "Let me taste you."

Javi's eyes burn with desire, molten with dark lust. He surprises you be sinking down sidelong on the bed so he can lean on one knee to bow his head between your legs and take a possessive, swiping taste of your pussy. You gasp and arch, giving his tongue a better angle at flicking over your clit while he takes your enthralled reaction as the opportunity to straddle you so his knees are grappling just at the edge of the mattress. You hum in approval and tip your head up enough to mouth the underside of his balls while your hands fondle up his thighs to reverently stroke his cock.

His moan rocks into your soaked pussy as he bows his head between your thighs and stills his hips from impulsively thrusting. "Oh f-fuck—holy shit—" he growls into your mound as you hum against his balls before sucking hard on the delicate skin of his scrotum and stroking his cock in a downwards twist of your wrist. When you suckle on one delicate sphere and draw wet patterns over it with your tongue, Javi hoarsely keens and grips your supple thighs while he blinks back the fireworks of pleasure that flashed behind his eyes. "Fuck me, b-baby, that feels insanely good—" he groans hoarsely and attempts an incredulous glance beneath himself just as you hum smugly.

"Let me know how this feels," you murmur throatily before taking the head of his cock into your mouth and suckling hard while your hands wrap around his shaft and clutch in a sinful maneuver that has one tight ring of pressure cinching towards the base of his cock while the other strokes down to where your lips are wrapped around him.

The guttural cry Javi makes is sweet ambrosia to your desire, making your clit throb against his chin from him burying his face in your pussy and moaning as you manipulate his cock expertly. You're savoring the pre-cum beading from his slit when you moan, breathing in his spiced, rugged scent and reveling in how he's trying not to writhe in pleasure.

Javi's knees have locked up to determinedly remain upright, but your tongue twirling around the head of his cock while your hand rubs his balls has his joints becoming melted rubber. "Holy hell, querida—fucking so good, d-don't stop," he stutters gruffly and suckles a kiss into your thigh to stifle his needy moan while he stills to not rut down into your mouth.

You can feel his thighs flexing to the max, and despite this supposedly being your punishment, you are enjoying how wrecked you're getting him. The taste of his cock, the feel of its velvety weight inside your mouth, the heat of his skin and the softness of him between his thighs have you wickedly alight with satisfaction. And the sounds he's making? Well, you find yourself being more daring with your oral ministrations just to coax the exquisite moans out.

When you free his cock to skim the underside along your lips, you can feel his muscles spasm, so you nimbly angle the shaft so you can give it a long, deep suck before pursing your lips around it to massage your tongue around it. Javi gasps and clutches your thighs as he babbles, "Dios mío misericordioso—nngth-n-not gonna last."

Delighted by his rambled groan, you stroke his length with your hand before laving a possessive lick at his balls and hum against the underside of his shaft before swiping a lick along it. Javi whines roughly while his torso buckles over you, and just when he tries to retaliate carnally by licking at your slick seam, you suckle on his frenulum and stroke his cock upwards so you can dangle his delicate sac up to be placed onto your lips so you can massage the spheres strictly with your mouth while you stroke his cock.

The blissed sear that burns up from his pelvis to zing incandescently throughout him has his blood roaring in his ears and his breath catching on a broken groan as his hips start to jerk involuntarily. You feel his cock swell, so you shift nimbly beneath him just enough to take his entire dick in your mouth and suck, hollowing out your cheeks and relaxing your jaw to let him stutter a few shallow thrusts of his hips just as he starts to climax.

Javi shouts out your name and swears as he feels your velvet heat flutter around him from your moan as he spills cum to fill your eager mouth before you swallow him to nestle beyond your gag reflex. His mind blitzes over with quicksilver bliss as you suck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and just before he feels the strength start to rattle in his joints, you nudge him with a guiding hand to collapse sidelong on the bed next to you. He exhales and gasps his breaths, broad chest expanding with a shudder skittering through him as you tenderly suck him off until his cock softens. His salty-heady scent and taste have you lightheaded. You're relishing his heavy breathing and throaty hums of overwhelmed contentment with gratified pride.

With a self-satisfied little sigh, you adjust to kiss a path up Javi's thigh, over his hip, across his stomach, up his side, along his sternum and to his jaw, where you nuzzle him and stretch out to survey him sensually. You're tingling with arousal for him, and even though your jaw aches and you're feeling a little stiff after the nimble maneuvering, you're tempted to do it again just to hear his needy moans some more. Right now, though? Your lover is melted sinew and shuddery breaths.

Javi's got an arm flopped across the bed while the other is draped over his eyes, hiding his flushed features. His lips, moustache and chin are slick from his sloppy ministrations, and the way he's trying not to shiver is so delicious that you can't help cooing, "Did you like fucking my mouth, hermoso?"

His charged exhale is spent but amused. "Jesus fucking Christ…yes, your mouth is heaven and my undoing every time, guapita," he grouses in a raspy purr, and corrals his outstretched arm to pull you close. "Just…give me a minute and then you can sit on my face once it's stopped burning—"

Your gloating chuckle is like spiced honey, decadent and enticing, so he drags his forearm down from his eyes to wipe at his mouth and chin before flopping it down to drape over his stomach. The arm around your back herds you even closer so he can grip your hip and squeeze it affectionately. He takes you in, eyes molten with desire. Your hair still mussed but inviting, so he reaches up and pets it lovingly while his eyes crinkle at how sinfully divine you look in that baby doll, lips plump and swollen from your devious havoc.

When he cups your cheek, you soften, eyes fluttering closed as he caresses you adoringly before coaxing you down to meet his lips. You both taste each other, and the longer you kiss the more titillated you both become, wanting more but a little too worn out to pounce on each other just yet. So, you drape over him and bury a hand in his hair to soothingly trace circles along his scalp while his hand rubs back and forth over your silk-covered ass. With a sultry sigh, you adjust to nuzzle him and kiss the spot just under his ear.

"So…what was your idea for my punishment?" You can't help ask while you continue to be caressed by him while you nose his neck, mollified by his scent to let your desire slow burn.

"Hmph," he grunts humorously and toys his hand through the dense tresses of your hair, playing with the weight while his other hand rubs over your derrière. "I was gonna put the handcuffs on you and go down on you until you begged for my cock," he tells you in a simple murmur, as if it isn't pure debauchery he's weaved for you to now pine over.

With a scandalized hum, you tip your face up and kiss his cheek. "Such cruelty," is your playful jibe before nuzzling him.

He chuckles and kneads the plump globe of your right ass cheek impishly. "No, you wearing this fantastic thing only to melt my fuckin' mind with your mouth, is cruel," he grumbles goadingly and pulls you up to meet his kiss.

Humming, you twirl your tongue languidly along his while you shift to drape your arm around his broad chest to anchor at his side so you can press up against him once he's hiked your leg over his hips. Cupping your hand to brush his wispy brown locks from his forehead once you've leaned up to gaze down at him, you card your fingers through his hair and smile tenderly down at him.

"So I should just take it off and put it away for another night?" You give him a lopsided smirk when he furrows his brows and actually pouts, grunting noncommittally at you while his hand fondles up from your ass to the small of your back. His eyes are dark with mischief just before he rolls you both suddenly, and comes to rest on top of you before wriggling you to maneuver your arms up and press your wrists together above your head. "—Javi," you giggle out when he rolls his hips to nudge your legs apart, which successfully hikes up your baby doll. "Hmm, so much for being undone—"

"Such a seductora," he rumbles chidingly as he suckles a path from the side of your jaw down your neck, purposely letting his moustache scrape your delicate skin just a little. "You know what you do to me. How fucking turned on you get me," he growls in your ear as he tightens his grip around your pinned wrists and caresses his hand possessively up the curve of your figure. "After your little stunt, I was wound up and hard for hours, and couldn't do anything about it. You're a devious little tease for being so naughty on the phone—" Javi is scathing puckishly as he fondles your breast, causing your breath to hitch and stutter the scoff you'd begun to make.

"I didn't even say anything risqué!" you complain before taunting, "Like, oh I don't know, how I would've loved to go down on you while hidden under your desk…?"

Javi's smoldering eyes crinkle with want, groaning at the mental image, biting his lip as he forces himself to lean up and stare fiercely down at you. "Oh yeah?" he husks as he causes your breath to stammer when he suddenly hikes your baby doll up, takes his rock-hard cock in his hand, and pats it over your mound in a sexual show of dominance. The sound of his saliva-slick length slapping down onto your yearning and wet pussy is salacious and lights you up with raunchy excitement. Squeezing your wrists encouragingly, he grouses, "Tell me more, corazón."

Your mind fills with crackling lust as he purposely presses the head of his cock against the hood of your clitoris before grinding ruinously against it. "Nngth!" you whimper and arch, bucking your hips to rut him lower. "Oh, J-Javi—please," you gasp and plea, desperately wanting him to sink his delectable thick desire into you to the hilt.

He chuckles in a rich baritone that sends excited shivers to bloom butterflies in your womb. "You needy little thing. Look how wet you got from just this," he croons and drags his cock through your slick-drenched folds. "Tell me one more naughty thing you thought about saying on the phone, and I'll give you my cock, querida," he poses wickedly, all the while he spreads your folds open and presses the head of his cock teasingly to rub your dimpled entrance.

You writhe and mewl, arms flexing to pull free from his grip, but to no avail once he's squeezed and pinned your wrists together to the pillow above your head more. "I-I wanted to t-tell you how you'd need to bend me over your desk and fuck me hard for b-being so bad," you breathily admit and feel your cheeks burn at seeing how turned on Javi's expression becomes at the picture you've painted.

Surprisingly, he hums a mischievous sound and takes his cock back in his hand to palm it. You gasp sharply and arch when he coats it lewdly with the wet slick of your dripping center before lightly stroking himself off as he muses, "You would be getting bent over and fucked in the middle of a bullpen in a high-traffic area of Search Bloc headquarters – at a desk directly in front of Murphy's, no less," and grins when your expression becomes a lovely yet flustered flush. He chuckles and strokes himself before pressing the underside of his dick to lay over your mons pubis so he can let you feel how hard and heavy he is with arousal. "You'd like that? Getting dominated over a desk while people watch?" he queries in a low pitched purr, igniting sinful enticement in your core and having wanton lust cloy and pulse down into your pussy.

You're soaked with your arousal now, clit thrumming for gratification at the thought of Javi fucking you from behind while others watch on. "I-I-I didn't know you didn't have an office there," you stammer prettily and arch so you can press your knees to his haunches and try pulling him down onto you. "I'd—I'd not want people to see us," you murmur and chew on your bottom lip when he quirks his brow skeptically down at you. "Least of all, our colleagues, you atrevido," you quip silkily and give him a meek smirk.

"Yeah…I don't like the idea of Steve seeing all your lovely bits," he grumbles amusedly and surprises you by shifting his hips so his now straining erection ruts down the inseam of your thigh before gliding between your soaked petals to press into your tight slit. "D-Don't want to share you with anyone," he growls as he starts to breach your silken heat.

You cry out in delight as he splits you open after so much foreplay and teasing, and the fantastic burn of your muscles flexing against his ramrod dick is a carnal delirium you bask in. When he sinks into you until he's sheathed completely to the hilt, you sigh and arch, aching for his mouth, but unable to reach him thanks to the grip he still has on your wrists. "Mmm, please, mi amor," you groan and start to wriggle when he doesn't move, flustering you to tighten your knees at his sides and beseechingly tug for him to start rocking in and out of you.

He's getting worked up at the sight of how needy you are, at feeling how wet and tight you are around his cock. It's delicious and he just wants to hold out just a little longer to see how riled up you get. "Please…what?" he murmurs in a gravelly tone and leans over to brush his nose along yours, teasingly leaning out of reach when you go to kiss him.

Grunting in frustration, you hiss incandescently, "Please, fuck me, Javi."

He draws out his gloating hum before grunting, "How hard?"

It's insane how wound up and burning with yearning you are simply from Javi riling you up like this. His sex drive and stamina aside, you really feel like he's the only man who has kept you on your toes, gratified and satisfied, but still hungry for more. So, before your lust-addled mind can register the thought, you blurt in pitch dripping with craving and need, "As hard as you want, Javi. Just please, fuck me."

The searing, wanton urge that flints his eyes into dark pools, sends a pulsing flutter through you. Leaning up, freeing your wrists, and pulling out of your heat, Javi leaves you whining and fidgeting for the loss of his touch and stretch.

"Ja-Javi—" you begin to mewl.

"Get on your knees and grab onto the headboard. Now."

Your pupils blow out at the order, cunt weeping with slick and clutching around nothing as you scramble up unselfconsciously and do as you're told. Javi just watches you, looking like he's on the precipice of losing control, muscles wound up and skin hot as he wars with simply pouncing on you and thrusting mindlessly into the honeyed silken clutch of your aching pussy. But instead, he lets sadistic reason win out, reveling in the sight of you scampering to slink up to the head of the bed so you can grip the carved slats of your headboard and position yourself onto your knees.

You're positively vibrating with exhilarating desire, pulse racing and nerves tingling as Javi hitches up behind you after tossing the pillows out of the way. His hands skim the damp silk paneling sticking to your warm back, appraising how your breath catches prettily when he hikes up the baby doll's hem. The back of it is soaked in your arousal, and you shiver when he presses up against your ass while he slinks the garment up until it's bunched up around your upper torso, exposing your lithe belly and the smooth planes of your lower half.

"If I'm too rough, you tell me," he husks in a thick baritone against the shell of your ear.

After you nod vigorously in acquiescence, Javi takes your hips in his possessive hands and pivots them backwards just as he spears his cock into your from behind. Even after all of the foreplay and the brief breach of before, your tight walls and tense muscles aren't ready to be stretched in such a rough plunge of his thick length. But, you love it, even though you almost buckle forward, and only your grip on the carved wood of the bed and your arching back keep you from crumbling. When he pulls out and slams back into you with a primal groan, you cry out while your toes curl and your dripping cunt clamps down on him and your muscles clutch excitedly.

Throbbing with lust, Javi sets a pounding rhythm with his thrusts into you, his pace getting rough but fast as he feels you already starting to flutter. The sounds of Javi fucking railing you with abandon are getting you delirious with rapture, and the feel of his pelvis slamming hard enough into you that your ass quakes and his balls slap against your drenched cunt has heat flipping in your womb while your floor muscles start to spasm from the ruinous buildup of a searing orgasm. Javi's heavy grunts and shallow pants are picking up the more your heat clamps tighter with your imminent climax.

He fists a hand in the back of the bunched up baby doll and starts to piston his cock into an angle that has you keening and whimpering, "Oh god-oh god-mmm, Ja-Javi—!" while his other hand grips your hip and keeps guiding you to rock back onto him.

"That's it, hermosa. Take me cock. Want your tight juicy pussy to gush when you come," Javi husks ferociously, and when you moan and grip the hand on your hip to anchor yourself from melting apart, Javi undoes you with pleasure by murmuring resolutely, "When you soak my cock, I'm gonna fill your aching little pussy with cum and stay inside you all night—"

"Ah-! Javi," you wail in a drawn out cry of ecstasy as you reach bliss, hand gripping the headboard slat slipping to reach backwards and cling to Javi's forearm –the one belonging to the hand that's twisted into the back of the baby doll, trying to anchor yourself from jerking wildly in your ecstasy.

Your walls quiver and clench hard around him as your sheath floods over with warm, dripping slick, coating Javi's crotch and earning an accomplished growl from him as savage pride lights his fuse and has him barreling to keep his promise. Hands tightening their grips, he erupts with a blazing orgasm that has him feeling like he's going to burst if he doesn't keep pounding through your rippling heat before he mindlessly shouts your name and ruts deep to nestle his manhood home into your fluttering center. Shuddering, he pumps you with the sticky bloom of his warm cum, cock buried so deep in you that you dazedly wonder if he's what you feel strumming decadently in the sinew of your womb.

Wrecked, Javi untangles his hand from gripping the bunched up silk of your lingerie and wraps his arms around you to gently ease you backwards against his chest so he can slink you both down to the disheveled bed. Spooning you and staying inside your essence-weeping pussy, he raggedly catches his breath, nosing the back of your neck while you go slack in his arms and try to regain your motor skills.

"…Y-You ok, corazón?" Javi rasps against your sweaty skin at the back of your nape while he tenderly caresses your hip before rubbing his damp forehead against your neck to unstick his hair from matting up.

Letting out a pleased, albeit exquisitely railed sigh, you chime, "Yeah…you feel so good inside me, Javi."

He tingles with beaming devotion, yearning pooling in his chest and making him feel vast and powerful. The feeling spools free in him, weaving overwhelmed love through to his very marrow, leaving Javi's heart and his thoughts light – fixated on you and how worthy he is.

After you've had time to come down from the mind melting high of being disassembled with pleasure by Javi, you can't help shiver and fidget a little at being a sweaty, sticky mess. He notices and pulls out of your sore but still-tingling pussy with a reluctant hum. "Hmm, you have the energy for a quick shower, cariño?" he murmurs tenderly against the hairline by your ear, and when you nod, he gently rolls you onto your back so he can carefully untangle the bunched up baby doll from your upper torso to slip it off.

Once you're sure your legs aren't made of jelly, you both get in the shower and get clean, managing not to get frisky long enough for you two to make it out, dry off, and for Javi to change the sheets for you without you having to say a thing. You both slide under the covers and press up against each other in the darkness, and when you kiss him, Javi melts and reclines on his back so he can pull you to rest half-draped over his chest.

"I love you," is your airy sigh once you've settled down. The arm Javi has around your back squeezes you affectionately, so you add sardonically, "Even though you ruined such an expensive garment."

He snorts and nuzzles you cheekily. "I love you too, even though you literally drive me insane," Javi grouses ruggedly. You scoff and curl your fingers into his hair, stoking his mirth. "It's exasperating how being stuck indefinitely at the base is worse than any of the other shit we've had to deal with last few months," he grumbles before muttering softly, "It also doesn't help how much I miss you."

You beam, feeling your heart skip a beat as you lean up and gaze fondly down at him in the dim darkness, able to see his features and the glint in his eyes from the starry night coming from the windows. "It could be worse, but yeah, missing you is no fun," you joke before staring alluringly at how gentle and sweet he looks when his features soften under your affection. "Tan bello," you purr and caress your fingertips along his handsome face, tracing his moustache playfully before tapping his full bottom lip to chime, "Being surrounded by a bunch of cops, agents and cadets must be hell on your libido. Pobrecito," and gloatingly smile when he huffs at your assessment.

"Says the insatiable little minx who gets her jollies by teasing me mercilessly on the phone while I'm stuck in said sausage fest, with no privacy or alone time to even rub one out," Javi crassly scathes, but his eyes are crinkled with a smile, so you trace your fingers up to his brow and skim them along his forehead to brush his unruly hair back, which always mellows him out.

"Well, all the more reason for me to have my way with you every chance I can get, amado," you sultrily muse and brush a soft kiss to his cheek.

Javi crackles with pride, eyes creasing appraisingly at your lovely visage in the lowlight, smitten all over again for the thousandth time as he pulls you close. Brushing his nose affectionately against yours, he husks, "As long as I get to be with you whenever you'll have me, I can tough it out, querida." He kisses you sweetly, and your joy fizzles like ticklish bubbles in your tummy for him as you curl into him and deepen the kiss. When he hums as if he wants to tell you something, you hold yourself up and try not to melt when he cups your cheek and caresses your lower back languidly. "I'll buy you another silky thing to wear, so you know," he purrs, smirking when you giggle and scoff wryly, shaking your head.

"I'm sure I can salvage it, atrevido. But if you'd torn it, even a little? Oh, I would've been so annoyed," you tut imperiously and playfully pinch his earlobe when he grunts and grins with an impish sound, as if he'd consider doing it just to get you riled. "Ah, of course, a fresco like you just loves to push my buttons, so such a warning is wasted on you," is your mild tease as you comb your nails through his hair and massage that spot behind his ear that turns him to putty.

"Hmm, trust me. I'm not looking to incur any wrath from you, so I'll keep the impulse to tear your clothes off in check…unless you say I can," Javi murmurs the first half self-assuredly before mumbling the latter cheekily.

Snickering, you give him a peck on the lips and purr, "Good boy," before you settle to rest your head on his shoulder while you continue to massage that soothing spot behind his ear, and Javi exhales in sated comfort under you.

When you're getting ready in front of the mirror the next morning, Javi watches you from his reclined, lounging pose on your bed. He's already dressed in a dark suit with a crisply ironed shirt and paisley-patterned tie for his meeting, and although he didn't get much sleep, he feels calm and refreshed. After all, spending time with you, no matter how torrid and brief, always settles him, and knowing he has at least one more night with you has him feeling exhilarated. He ponders delightedly about how good he's going to drive you wild tonight, and when you brush your hair to fasten it in a fetching up-do that exposes your neckline and delicately sloping shoulders? It takes all his willpower not to rip the lovely marigold gossamer-draped pleated blouse off and scrape his ravenous mouth from your jaw down to your collarbones.

It's only when you catch his hungry, dark chocolate look in your glance at the reflection over your shoulder that you realize he's been staring, so you clear your throat before musing, "What? Too frumpy?"

"…No. I'm trying to control myself from ripping that top off of you," he tells you in an unabashed grouse that has you fidgeting from how wet you get when you've already had sex in the shower, so you should be very much sated – not tingling for more. "That color looks fucking good on you," he compliments and sits up to pull you over so you can sit and put on the heels you picked out and placed on the foot of the bed.

"I think you've said that about almost everything you've ever watched me put on, stud," you tease and smirk into his collar when he scoots you closer so he can nose your warm, perfumed skin behind your ear. When he grunts charmingly, you muse, "This you cannot tear off, guapito."

"Nope, it's much too lovely on you. But tonight? You better wear something you don't give a damn about getting torn to shreds, mi amor," he rumbles and starts kissing along the edge of your jaw.

Such a petition has you pulsing, tummy fluttering with excited butterflies. It's with great effort that you both leave your place without succumbing to your insatiable desire for each other. And while you drive to the embassy together, you can't help getting turned on by how he smiles at you, how when he stops at a light, he lets his gaze linger on your bust as if he's deliberating stripping your blouse off right there in the car. Even though you ache between your legs and the muscles in your thighs protest sorely, you are already tingly and wet for him.

Javi has to quell the urge to slip his hand over your bare thigh and up your skirt when the heated scent of your warm arousal registers to him, and ignites want in him to coil greedily in his apex. He distracts his lustful thoughts with conversation, and you both pleasantly chatter about idle things mostly.

However, you're so turned on still that you are fighting the wanton impulses that keep cajoling you to slip your hand over the center console to reach for his tented crotch, mouth watering at the salacious fantasy that pops in your head – of giving him a blowjob while he drives. You're so engrossed in the filthy thought that you let the conversation lag, so when Javi glances over and asks, "You ok with me picking you up in the underground garage tonight?" you have to internally beat your lust back with a stick to concentrate.

"Y-Yeah. I have a late meeting this afternoon, so that works," you answer, eyeing him as you ask, "You sure about driving me to the embassy instead of dropping me off? I don't think I have to worry about getting accosted these days—"

"Absolutely not. I told you: either I'm with you, or you come and go with someone you trust. No more drop-offs or pick-ups outside of secure areas," Javi brusquely cuts you off, riling at the recall that wracks through him. The thought of letting you out onto a side street to walk the rest of the way now stirs an anxious pang to flare up in him, winding his shoulders tightly.

You see it darken his gaze and etch his features into a hard scowl, so you reassure him by putting your hand on his thigh and squeezing lovingly. "Understood, querido," you murmur, but his scowl only melts just a little, so you tease, "You know, you look real cute when you glower like that."

Javi's lips twitch and his brow quirks, unable to keep the scowl going as he glances sidelong and sees how sultry your look is – lips plush and soft, eyes hooded and smiling, so he exhales and presses his fingertips over the top of his moustache and skims them to hide his smirk before dragging his digits to snag impulsively at his bottom lip. "Tan coqueta…" he mutters, but the mirth in his eyes is plain, so you give his thigh a flirty squeeze, receding it before the urge to cup him through his slacks strikes you again.

As he pulls down the street to the main embassy gate, your pulse races a bit at the nervous anticipation of having to check in with the guards and being seen publically for the first time in Agent Javier Peña's company. You're feeling the apples of your cheeks start to flush, and out of habit you reach into your purse for your embassy I.D. badge, but as soon as Javi's jeep is next in line, he just breezes through once the heavy gate swings open, waved on unseeingly by the guard. Startled, you sit still and blink, confused.

He sees your reaction out of the corner of his eye, so he smirks and points to the corner of the windshield on the driver's side. "Top clearance tag. Steve and I don't have to check in at the gate when we drive through in the jeeps," he explains and gives you a gloating wink as he adds, "Just a perk of letting me chauffer you to work, hermosa."

You purse your lips at him, trying to repress the girlish smile, but it wins out, and you dazzle him with it as you wryly muse, "Had I known that, I probably would've relented to this a long time ago, chulito."

He chuckles and drives down the ramp leading into the underground parking garage. "So, I'm not sure what other meetings I'll have after we come back from the Presidential Palace, but if I'm running late, I'll call you," he remarks as he finds a spot in the second level of the garage and backs into it. The parking spot is tucked behind a pillar and out of view from most unless they're walking all the way back. Once he puts the jeep in park and shuts the engine off, he turns and asks, "If any drastic change of plans comes up, do you have someone who can give you a ride, just in case?"

Nodding, you reply coolly, "Sure. I can grab a ride with Ellis, most likely."

"Good," he declares and leans over to ghost his lips teasingly against yours. "You know, you smell so damned good. I'm gonna be wound up all morning because of it," Javi murmurs in a husky baritone that has your core melting and knees pressing together to stifle the little fire of desire he's just set.

His molten chocolate eyes have you weak, but two could play this game, so you lick your lips sensually before purring, "That's too bad. You'll need to learn some self control, Agent Peña," and then sultrily give him a very unchaste kiss before grabbing your purse and tote to hop out of the car with a final flirty smile. "Buena suerte, chavón."

Javier exhales noisily and grunts his esteemed, raunchy approval while he watches you strut off across the garage towards the door leading to the stairwell and elevators. How you're able to give him a boner with just a flickering look and smug smile is beyond him, so he decides to use the few minutes alone to rein his libido in. It'll also help to not be seen coming up from the garage so close together, which he knows was part of your hesitancy from earlier. Once he's gone more than a minute without thinking salacious filth starring you, he exits the jeep and heads up.

By the time he's in the elevator, you're at your desk, sorting through some memos and trying not to pine about how electric and primal your need is. You're pretty much convinced now that on some biological level, your chemistry is perfectly attuned with Javi's. His scent has always done it for you, but every time you two are apart for days or weeks at a time, it's like you go into withdrawal, and then you just end up craving him. You love how he smells spiced and woody when he's relaxed, heady and salty when he's sweaty and in the throes of passion, and musky and smoky when he's worked up.

Snapping out of your pining, you snicker at yourself. Are you really cataloging all the ways your boyfriend smells so good? Jeez, get a grip on yourself!

Once you're caught up with messages, you set out for the day, smiling at Ellis when he trots in a few minutes late and pouts as you breeze by him and chirp, "You're slackin', Rose. Hop to it, we're gonna be late for our first tutorial!"

"How are you in such a chipper mood so early? You hate mornings," he grumbles and squints at you as he rushes to drop off his briefcase, pick up his laptop and training binder to hustle to the meeting with you.

"I woke up feeling super relaxed and refreshed," you chime, enjoying the sore ache of your thighs and strain in your abs from the carnal railing Javi gave you the night before, and the quickie in the shower this morning. "My last meeting is going to be a long one, so do you want to move server prep to after lunch?"

"Ah, I can't. I'm meeting Samson around that time to get a status on Mil Group. Boss said they might be the first agency the ambassador is cool with us restarting the program with," your work partner-in-crime and best friend muses as he falls into step with you while heading for the conference room in your department.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you hum, having forgotten that Luke was going to be back from Medellín. "That's great. Now that onboarding everyone else is pretty much done, it'd be good to get back to the real pilot program's goal," you muse, entering the room and starting to set up for the meeting.

You keep busy once the meeting is done, and while you get ready for your final presentation, Javier is stewing post-meeting with the president. Truth is, Messina had agreed to have Javi tag along because Steve had earned some ill will with Sandoval, which had tainted Gaviria's opinion of the man, and even though DEA were generally not their favorite U.S. agency, Javi was better at navigating the proverbial landmines. He hadn't expected Lou and Nador to be at the meeting, but it made sense. What didn't make sense to him was Stechner not being present, but seeing as he didn't like the smarmy man, it suited him just fine.

What Javier did not like though, was getting stuck hearing Nador joke to Lou about how Samson had been jonesing to head back to the capital, chortling brashly, "—Think he's still carrying a torch for you-know-who. We keep hassling him to spill, but he won't give it up," all while the foursome walked down the palace steps to exit the building. Lou just chuckled a knowing laugh and shook his head while Javier silently seethed as he and Messina walked behind the Mil Groupers.

Why the hell did he care? Like he'd told Steve, you had chosen to be with him – you loved only him. Samson surely wouldn't be the only man drooling over you. Hell, he was sure that there were plenty with unrequited affections towards you, but in the end, you had deemed Javi worthy and that's all that mattered.

At least, that's all that should matter.

Javier's mood only sours further when Messina clinically breaks down how fucked DEA is if any more Los Pepes-related mayhem ensues, telling him she heard from a friend that there's a source feeding a story to The New Yorker that might paint the agency in a negative light. It's the last thing he needs to hear, and when she orders him to head back to Medellín first thing in the morning and to cut any communication with the contacts he's made, Javi crisply assures her there's nothing more going on as far as coordinating intel is concerned. She stares him down from her desk, seeming unconvinced, so he insists he hears her loud and clear before ducking out.

Part of him is so angry that he debates whether to spend the night with you, but when he thinks about not seeing you before being relegated back to Medellín for who knows how long, he can't stand it; wants nothing more than to spend the little time he has left in the capital with you. So, he storms into his office and picks up his phone while he moodily loosens the knot of his tie.

You're just putting away your laptop in your desk drawer and locking it up when the phone rings. Answering it with your professional greeting, Ellis' catches your eye as he glances over and makes a face, as if to say, 'Who's calling you this late?'

"Hey. Just letting you know I'll be waiting in the car. Same spot," Javi tells you, tone a bit guarded.

Furrowing your brows, you see Ellis lingering, so you gesture to him as if to say, 'It's fine,' mouthing a 'See you tomorrow.' Squinting skeptically, he collects his things and waves before sauntering out. "Sounds good. I'll be right down," you answer Javi in a whisper and hang up.

Once you've exited the elevator, you're breezing out onto the parking level and walking at a clipped pace, eager to get home and unwind with Javi after a long day. As soon as you get in the passenger seat, though, you can sense he's in a brooding mood. And by the looks of him, he's simmering with something. His collar is rumpled, tie undone to crookedly curl disheveled over his shirt, and his hair looks like he's been running his fingers impulsively through it.

"Well, I'm afraid to ask," you quip after you set your things down and lean over the console to peck him on the cheek. "But, I will. Bad day?"

He snorts and rests his head back against the headrest. Exhaling gruffly, he grumbles, "Jesus, what gave it away?"

"Pfft, you really want me to itemize it?" you snicker and squeeze his arm affectionately. "If you don't want to talk about it—"

"No, it's fine," he rumbles and reaches his hand over to caress your knee. "Sorry, querida. Just…have a lot on my mind," he muses haltingly, and when you just stare worriedly at him, he sighs and leans over to steal a kiss.

You can feel how wound up he is, so you massage your hands at his nape before curling your fingers up into his hair. Javi grunts appreciatively and caresses your cheek, thumb skimming along your cheekbone before he pulls back and stares into your eyes. His are smoldering, crinkling at the corners when you turn your face to kiss the inside of his palm.

"Let's go home, gruñón," you tease playfully, pursing your lips when he scoffs and rolls his eyes at you. "We'll have dinner and you can unwind – before I have my way with you, of course," is your lilting chime as you wink at him.

He chuckles and deviously skates his hand down from your cheek to graze your breast before pressing his warm palm into your bare thigh, just above the hem of your pencil skirt. "Such a wicked little tease…" he mutters in a rich baritone before he starts the car.

While he drives to exit the parking garage and head out of the embassy, you let the comfortable silence rein for a bit. You don't want to pepper him with questions, and you figure if he wants to tell you about his day, he will. You're patience pays off once he's driving through the last of rush hour and he lights a cigarette. A few puffs in, he sighs and glances over.

"I have to go back to Medellín in the morning," he mutters flatly – hand on the steering wheel tightening impatiently as he parcels out his thoughts. "Meeting didn't go great, and Messina is worried about more press about Los Pepes. The longer we go without nabbing Escobar, the heavier things are gonna get for us," Javier explains while you listen and watch how the early evening twilight illuminates his profile and the headlights and streetlights refract across the windshield.

When he takes a long drag of his cigarette and exhales the smoke out the cracked window, you venture, "How much does she know?"

Javi flicks his mostly-finished cigarette out the window and glances at you before turning his brooding stare to the moving traffic ahead. "Enough. She only cares about us not getting stuck holding the bag, or having our fingerprints all over this…I've made sure to keep it to just me being implicated, worse comes to worst," he tells you, and immediately regrets it when he sees your frame tense and how you war to keep your features stoic. "There's nothing for you to worry about, preciosa—"

"You can't say that," you cut in, miffed as you add crossly, "Don't be flippant about your own well-being and say there's nothing for me to worry about."

Aggravated with himself, Javier goes silent.

Sitting in your seat, you find yourself wringing your hands and worrying your bottom lip between blunt teeth. He shouldn't be the sacrificial lamb, and the fact he's placed himself in this position has you ambivalent. You can't help feel scared for him. But you don't want to burden him with your worries. You don't want him to feel down, or to stew. And while he's made you so mad just now, all you want to do is insulate him from this – to protect him and give him some solace.

Huffily, you grumble, "I'm sorry." Startled out of his sulky faraway stare, he glances over at you. You cross your arms and haughtily narrow your eyes on him. "Yeah, I said it. Quit looking so shocked," is your glib drawl before you bossily mutter, "I'm not going to be the reason we fight on your last night in town, so stop being enfurruñado."

He can't help smile when you emphasize your point by unfolding your arms dramatically and leaning over to kiss him relentlessly on his cheek, his jaw, sideburn – anywhere you can reach without distracting his driving, which stokes want in him at the same time as brushing his turbulent thoughts aside. It's the effervescent respite he desperately needed.

When he parks at the curb in front of your complex a few minutes later, he surprises you by turning and retaliating with his own barrage of kisses, some of which are ticklish thanks to his moustache gliding across your skin, so you giggle and swat playfully at his arm.

By the time you're pulling him along through the dimly-lit courtyard, you are burning with desire, and the way he squeezes your hand and yanks you possessively to be tucked into his side as you stroll towards the stairs has you tingling between your thighs.

"Have you eaten anything today?" you ask him as you both lope up the steps to your apartment.

He frowns, knowing you're not going to be pleased by his answer. "Coffee and biscuits while we waited at the Presidential Palace," he muses aloofly, and when you glare at him, he gives you a lopsided smile. "Fine. I won't pounce on you until after dinner," Javi goads, and takes your keys from your hand so he can unlock the door without you juggling your tote and purse.

Setting your belongings aside while he closes the door and sheds his blazer, you rush down the hall to change into regular house clothes. "What do you feel like eating?" you call out while you shed your blouse.

He's setting his gun, handcuffs, wallet, and car keys on the side table, impishly smirking as he answers, "You."

Poking your head out of the doorway to admonishingly glare at him, you snicker, "Chef's choice, then."

He chuckles and rolls up his shirtsleeves before going into your fridge for a beer. "That's fine. Want me to open the balcony doors?" he asks as he rounds the kitchen island after uncapping the bottle.

"Sure. It's going to get warm when I start cooking," you say blithely as you come from the bedroom, dressed is a faded and slouchy blue top and worn gray sweat shorts, opening the fridge and peering in.

Javi's just turned from opening the balcony doors and sees how you're bent over looking in the fridge for dinner inspiration. He yanks the knot of his tie completely undone and unfastens the top three buttons of his shirt at the sight. Grunting at himself, he swigs his beer and pries his eyes off the plump curve of your ass, trying hard not to fixate on the urge to get on his knees and bury his face there.

You're none the wiser as you select the dinner ingredients and set out to whip the dish up, glancing over the kitchen island and seeing Javi has parked himself on the couch and just finished kicking off his shoes. While you make a quick sausage tortellini in alfredo sauce, you can't help playfully ask, "So, why can't you take the edge off while you're at Carlos Holguín?"

Licking his lips and narrowing his gaze roguishly at you as he sets his beer bottle aside, Javi mutters, "There's no privacy. I share a dorm room with Murphy, for Christ's sake. I'm not going to jerk off in the bunk under him."

You laugh, grinning at the visual as you turn to place two bowls on the kitchen island to prep for serving the meal you have simmering. "I thought all guys just jerk off in the shower?" you cheekily inquire, eyes twinkling with mirth as you smile at his consternated expression.

"Have you ever seen a communal shower at a police academy?" he scathes, shaking his head derisively. "Plus…I supposedly can't keep quiet enough," Javi mumbles the latter before drinking down the last of the beer in the bottle, mildly amused that you and his partner seem to be of the same minds about how he should go about relieving his sensual tension.

Completely intrigued now, you cup your face and lean against the island's counter, smiling brilliantly. "And who, pray tell, told you that?" you ask and bat your lashes.

"For fear of giving you the wrong idea, I won't name any names," he tells you and snickers when you make a faux scandalized gasp and clutch at your imaginary set of pearls. "But, the crash house echoed sounds upwards, so…"

You can't help laugh. "Thank god Steve wasn't up in that apartment when you had your way with me." When he snorts and gets up to grab another beer, you go back to stirring the food, smiling when he crowds you from behind to feign like he's taking in the aroma when in reality he's pressing up against you to see how you'll react. "Almost ready…" you hitch out when he noses your neck and rests one hand on your shoulder while the other slips up your shirt to rest on your smooth belly.

He hums, getting lost in your divine scent, wondering how wet you are, and if you'll let him bury his face between your thighs and just breathe you in. It's perverse how much he loves your spiced, heady scent. He would swear it goes beyond some feral, primal trigger of desire – that what he feels for you surpasses physical yearning stoked by pheromones. But, he'd be a liar if he said the scent of your womanhood didn't drive him wild with lust. Hell, he hadn't pilfered two of your panties just for the memories, after all.

"Do you know how wild you get me, just by smelling so damned good?" he suddenly confides shamelessly while he drags the hand at your belly lower.

Breathily gasping when he nuzzles your temple and dips his fingers to rub at your clothed pussy, you murmur, "Yes, because I literally thought the same thing about you, almost all day." He's genuinely astounded by that, and pauses to look at you when you glance over your shoulder and disarm him with a sweet, alluring smile. "Now, go sit so I can serve this and feed you, hermoso."

Javi is buzzing ardently, eyes softening as he kisses your cheek and grunts ruggedly at that. "Como desees, cariño," he purrs and affectionately pinches your butt before sauntering back to the couch.

You hurriedly shut the stove and taste a spoonful to make sure it's to your liking. Assured by the savory tastiness, you scoop servings into the bowls, grab forks, and take them over to the couch, where you and Javi eat while the cool breeze from the early night air comes through the open balcony doors. Completely relaxed, you tell him about your day while he eats with gusto, practically skimming the edges of the bowl for every last morsel while you internally tingle with pride.

After dinner, he nudges you out of the way from the sink so he can finish washing while you scoff and go to put the leftovers away. Once you've stored everything and walk by him to go close the doors for the night, you purposely skim your hand along his back as you move by, and Javi's shoulders broaden with his measured inhale.

"So I was thinking that maybe I could drive up to Medellín for a weekend coming up. Maybe if you boys are just sulking about at your desks, you can come have dinner or something—?" you're musingly proposing when you turn from closing the doors, musing stuttering to a halt when you see Javier has shut the faucet and hurriedly started drying his hands on the towel while he eyes you in that possessive, smoldering way of his that derails your train of thought.

"Come here."

You freeze in place at his authoritative purr. Remaining at the edge of the kitchen island – which is the only real barrier between you both, you innocently bat your lashes at him. "Querido," you intone sweetly and disobey him by vacillating but staying in the same spot. "Is that a no?" you charmingly ask and tuck a rogue strand of hair behind your ear as you wet your lips.

Javi quirks his brow and starts to slowly round the island, hand skimming the counter surface as he prowls. "Coqueta atrevida…are you defying me?" he murmurs in a honeyed drawl, dark eyes pinning you in place. "If you don't come here, I'll have to punish you," is his husky threat, which he can see has you fidgeting with enticement. "Be a good girl—"

Daringly, you take two steps back, getting further out of his reach, and when his features etch with smug delight at your audacity, you turn to sprint away, but don't make it a few steps beyond the opposite side of the kitchen island before Javi's caught you and effortlessly hoisted you up with the arm he's lassoed around your waist to pull you against him. Swinging you in his embrace, Javi turns you so his mouth can claim your gasping lips.

Before you can finish arching in enthralled desire, Javi's tearing your clothes off – literally. Your shirt becomes a tatter when he impatiently rips it seamlessly from the collar out, exposing your smooth torso and revealing your white-cotton bra. You go to entangle your arms around him, but he pins the small of your back against the edge of the counter and tears your worn shorts off, snapping them away from your ankles after he's hauled you onto the counter top. The matching cotton panties look good enough to bury his face into, but Javi concentrates of yanking your bra hastily off you so he can worship your breasts with his fondling, warm hands.

"Ah, Javi—h-here?" is your reedy gasp when he buries a hand in your hair and yanks it loose from the clasp fastening it up, earing a shiver from you as he tilts your head up by it.

"Yes, bravita. For being a disobedient little minx, you're gonna get fucked right here on the counter," he affirms, velvet over steel tone hitting that dark octave that has your nerves standing on end, begging for gratification. And when he possessively parts your legs wider so he can stand between them, you hum in wanton thrill. "Gonna make your pussy drip all over the counter before I'm done with you," he promises as he rapaciously cups his fingers over the soaked crotch of your panties and grinds them along your clothed cunt. You whimper and arch until your bare quivering breasts press up against his face.

He chuckles, cock rock-hard in his pants and starting to throb at the spectacle you've made of yourself. His fingers playing through the slickness of your arousal makes for a salacious sound that has you blushing and biting your lip. "Mmm, you're pussy is so wet, it's soaking through and coating my fingers before they've even buried in you, querida," he purrs and flexes his fingertips over your clit, for emphasis, causing you to writhe and toss your head back in a reedy gasp. "Want me to rip these off you?"

You nod enthusiastically and splay your hands to the counter for purchase. With a deft yank, Javi tears your panties off by grabbing the waistband at your hip and ripping it with little effort, mindful not to dig the taut fabric into your skin. Your startled gasp becomes a little mewl of desire when he sweeps you to shimmy to the counter's edge once he's tossed the ruined panties aside and claimed your mouth with his. It does not escape your sex-hazed mind that you're now completely naked in the middle of the kitchen island while Javi is still fully clothed, and you start to get the gumption to protest when he possessively tugs on your thick tresses to arch your neck to his hungry suckling nips.

"Lay back, amada," he purrs against the hinge of your jaw before pawing his hands down your nude form. "Show me that glorious pussy," is Javi's husky order.

The thrilling delight that courses through you has you uncaring at how quickly you comply, and the cold countertop pressing into your heated nude back has you shivering, but watching Javi gaze down at you like you're a feast for the eyes has you burning up. His hands gliding along your inner thighs has your breathing getting shallow with anticipation, so when he suddenly yanks your knees up and apart before he buries his face at your aching center, you cry out and tangle your hands in his hair.

Javi just breathes you in and hums, mouth watering and arousal unfurling wantonly in his gut to pulse into his already throbbing cock as your wet heat soaks with more desire. His nose presses to the curls over your mound for a covetous second, enthralled by how your delectable heady perfume there always ignites comfort and yearning all at once. He sighs a content hum and glances up at you before he purposely laves the tip of his tongue over your seam to part your dripping folds.

Writhing with need, you whimper, "Oh god, Javi…I c-can't take too much t-teasing. I've wanted you all day—"

"Hands down on the counter."

You make an airy sound of conflicted desires as you comply to his gruff command, expression etching with desperate longing. His eyes lower alluringly to watch your breasts rise and fall from your shallow panting breaths, tummy tight and knees shaking with need. Your brain crackles when he unabashedly bows his head back down between your thighs and starts to eat you out with just as much gusto as he devoured dinner, but his deep, dark groans into your slickening cunt have your toes curling and back arching up.

It should be embarrassing how quickly he plucks your orgasm from you with just his tongue, but you're so cloyed over with bliss you don't even care. "Mmm, Javi…" you drunkenly purr as you lie slack on the kitchen island's counter, eyelids fluttering to open and gaze at him. But you don't even get the chance to recover before you feel his fingers press in your slit, and the startled mewl that bubbles out of you sounds pitchy and desperate to your own ears.

"Damn, you're always so tight, baby," he praises in a low murmur as he plunges his fore and middle fingers into you, pumping them a few times before curling them upwards, earning a raspy groan from you. "Gonna make you come again so I can watch your pussy drip and squeeze around nothing," is his bawdy rumble that has your walls rippling around his fingers and your clit thrumming under his thumb as he grinds the pad in quick little circles over it. "Mmm, you like that? I can already feel you getting tighter, so wet around my fingers—"

Your stomach flips at his words, pelvis angling to encourage him to go deeper as he finger fucks you on the counter, squelching sounds echoing lewdly in your pulse-numbed hearing while your reedy whimpers get more and more breathy before they dissolve in a drawn out cry of "Javi!" as you suddenly climax hard, soaking your crotch and the counter beneath you with your slick. Javi's fingers recede from your molten channel and you clench around nothing, tight entrance fluttering as you spasm and whimper up at the ceiling.

"Fuck…" his voice is guttural, timbre of his baritone roughened with awe as he watches your flesh blush over while your cunt continues to pulse from the aftershocks of your orgasm, fluttering hole weeping your dewy cum like a gleaming elixir he is compelled to lap up. So, he does, licking your drenched pussy and moaning when you squeeze your thighs shut around him.

The ruinous sweeps of his tongue through your tingling heat has you delirious, spent and sweaty as your desire is wound up yet again by Javi licking you clean of your slick only to start mouthing his full lips over your clit.

"Oh—oh my god, Javier," you stammer and wrap your legs over his broad shoulders. "C-Can't, nngth-n-need you inside me—"

Huskily, he groans against your hypersensitive skin, "One more, querida. Want you to come all over my face this time—"

"Javier!" you cry out, scandalized and so damned turned on by his insistent groan.

Javi answers you by nuzzling your pussy and rutting his tongue into your tight slit before moaning into you. His hands encouragingly squeeze your hips when you instinctively buck against his face, keeping your hands flat on the counter while you arch your lower half to chase his devastatingly wicked mouth. The feel of his locks rubbing along the inside of your thighs as you rock towards another nerve-incinerating orgasm anchors you to stare down at him, eyes heavy-lidded as you watch him devour you hungrily. And when his hand drifts down from your hip to grind fiery pressure into your clit, you light up and come undone – wailing your pleasure and digging your heels into his upper back when you writhe up and go taut just as your silken sheath wrings around his tongue.

The triumphant moan that purrs through your quivering core from Javi when your pussy floods your climax to drench his face from his nose to his chin is sinful, and has you melting down to embers as he proudly prolongs your bliss with his mouth suckling and laving your tingling flesh. He's drunk on your taste, high on your scent, and burning with desire to fuck you senseless, but he keeps languidly stroking your aching cunt with his tongue until you're whimpering and fidgeting from overstimulation.

Feeling cool air between your thighs has you shivering, but the press of wet kisses to your womb as your lower half comes to rest down onto the cool counter pulls you from the charged haze of spent euphoria you've been floating in.

"Taste so good. Such a good girl for letting me have you for dessert," Javi husks in a rough murmur. When you finally muster the energy to open your eyes and gaze adoringly at him, Javi's breath stutters, smug confidence sobering at your ravishing beauty. "You're fucking stunning. Wish you could see yourself, all sprawled out like this…" he purrs and pets the hair sticking to your sweaty countenance back before caressing your face reverently. "Gloriosa...mi salvación. Eres única, mi corazón," he professes in a whisper, bowing to rest his forehead to yours when you caress the side of his face and coax him closer.

"Te amo, Javi," you tell him sweetly, petting your other hand to brush his rogue, unruly hair back from his forehead before cupping it to his jaw. "Even though you're all sticky," is your silly lilt, eyes squinting playfully up at him as you smile.

He laughs and showily uses the back of his bare forearm to scrub his face of your gleaming essence, chuckling at not having realized how much of your slick clung to his moustache and chin. "I told you how juicy you are—" he begins to tease.

You grimace and fussily swipe your thumbs over the corners he missed at his laugh lines, pouting and croaking, "That will never sound sexy to me."

"Well, you are, and it's fucking deliciously sexy, preciosa," he insists ruggedly, smirking when you grumble. But then he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style to the bedroom, which has your heart doing summersaults.

You hook your arms around his neck and nuzzle his shoulder, sighing, "I'll never be able to look at the kitchen counter again without blushing."

Javier chuckles puckishly at that and gently deposits you onto your soft, comfortable bed. You hear him go back down the hall, lock up, and shut the lights off before coming back into the room. Dreamily, you feel like melted sinew that hasn't had enough time to cool off in the mold that is your form, but you ignore it in order to roll over and try to sit up.

"No, acuéstate, mi amor," Javi begins to croon as he leans over you to try and coax you backwards.

You grab at the dangling ends of his paisley tie and tug to stay upright, anchored by him. "But, you forgot about something," you tell him, rounding your eyes and staring up at him through your damp lashes.

His brow furrows and his features soften with confusion. "What?"

With the flick of your wrists, you loop the tie ends around your palms and with your nimbleness, bring Javi down onto you on the bed before swinging your hips to pivot him flat on his back, with you on top. He exhales a surprised sound and gapes up at you. "You forgot that I promised to have my way with you, mi querido hermoso," you chime and whip the loose tie from around his neck to discard it to the floor. "I've wanted to do very naughty things to you all day. I could barely concentrate with all the things I kept thinking about," is your seductive musing as you briskly unbutton his dress shirt. Javi groans, feeling thick and ready against your ass as he strains the front of his slacks. "But tonight? After how wicked you were with me? You've made it so easy to narrow down what I want to do to you right now," you purr alluringly as you shimmy to adjust your straddling stance so you can easily unfasten his belt and work his trousers open before pausing to pin him with a possessive glance as you order in a silky murmur, "Take your shirt off."

Javi sits up only far enough to hastily yank the dress shirt from his torso and fling it off his arms before he chucks it aside and lays back down, staring up at you like you're a goddess and he's your unworthy disciple. "W-What did you d-decide, querida?" he asks, tone a rich canela-dipped rasp while his soulful brown eyes smolder with anticipation.

Raising an imperious eyebrow, you wet your plush lips before sultrily leaning down to murmur, "I'm gonna ride your cock until you ramble sweet little nothings and call out to God in Spanish again."

Javi feels heat flush his features and fan out across his chest at that, and you love how flustered and turned on he looks, incredulity glinting in his eyes – as if he has no recall to what you've referenced. Nimbly, you take his pants off – proud to see his pre-cum dampened the cotton of his underwear, and straddle over his hips in order to rut your drenched pussy over his ramrod cock while you snicker, "What? ¿No te recuerdas, bello?"

He is struggling to concentrate with how your soaked cunt keeps gliding over his length, so you tighten your knees at his sides and grind down on it for emphasis. "I-I-I, f-fuck—I d-don't remember?" he stammers huskily, eyes fluttering as he rolls his head back and gasps when you press the head of his cock to catch at your entrance before you undulate down onto him. "Mmm, fuck," he groans out and shudders when you buck down hard and bow to nip at his neck.

"Hmm, doesn't matter. I'm gonna make you do it again," you chime devilishly and capture his lips with yours, molding your plush flesh to his decadently-flavored pouty morsels before you suckle his bottom lip and nip at it lightly.

His throaty gasp turns into a gruff growl when you slap his hands away after he goes to grip your thighs. The exacting look that flashes across your features has him suppressing a shudder when you hold his gaze and roll your hips and simultaneously clench your floor muscles greedily around him. When he stutters, "Oh—hmm, holy h-hell, baby," and tries to snake his warm and dense hands to grip your hips, you snag his wrists and forcefully pin them down to his chest as you bare your weight over them so you can use him for purchase to lift completely off his cock before swiftly plunging back down onto him with an obscene, slick slap of flesh colliding with flesh.

You both cry out at the devastating pleasure that punches up into your cores, but when you ruinously grind your hips in shallow circles to rub his throbbing length into every puffy silken nook inside you, Javi's mouth drops open on a stunned groan. His arms flex, but he doesn't struggle to lurch them out of your grip, feeling just as anchored by your hold on them as you do.

"Are you mine, mi rey?" you croon on a smoky purr as you force his arms to splay on either side of his head so you can entwine your fingers in his and press down into his palms when you pivot your hips at an angle and stroke him deep into your cloying pussy.

Javi lights up with startled pleasure, dark eyes glowing like embers when he gapes up and moans your name before rasping, "—D-Don't deserve you, mi gloriosa—"

"I didn't ask you that," you snarl and squeeze your hands authoritatively in his when you rut flush against his crotch and clutch around his throbbing cock, which twitches inside you excitedly from your sharp tone. "Are you mine?" is your hiss, punctuated by suddenly rolling your hips when you lean forward and nudge him in a show of dominance.

"Yes," Javi draws out in a hiss and squeezes your hands before rumbling in a needy groan, "All yours, always yours—"

"¿Ah, sí?" you scathe provocatively as you snatch a hand to thread possessively into his hair and force him to meet your lips. You lick into his mouth and grip your other hand over his deltoid for balance. Javi moans in your mouth, hands wrapping around your waist to urgently rock you over him. You tug warningly on his hair and break the kiss to smirk deviously before purring, "Hands on the fucking bed, atrevido."

His pupils are blown out, creating black pools in his eyes as he shudders and drops his hands to the bed, stomach muscles taut as he arches after you reward him by circling your constricting core over him. Javi is so wound up that he's failed to realize that you are more than in control after he spoiled you with three orgasms in a row. You can toy with him and edge him up to the precipice of bliss only to yank him back with a pause of your grinding hips. And the way he's flushing and getting desperate? The temptation to pivot off him and see what he'll do strikes you now, but really, that's too cruel to do to this dashing, debonair man you love, so you decide to unravel him with pleasure.

"You're mine, yet you act like a fucking malvado and treat me like a tight piece of snatch you can do what you want to?" you purr in a honeyed tone that does not match the scathing comment you've levied as a question, and the lustful fire that blazes in his eyes while he makes a protesting sound follows the naughty jump of his cock in you. So, sitting up and raking your nails down his broad chest, you smirk as you growl, "You wanted to watch my cunt clench around nothing before? Watch it take your cock, you fucking descarado."

The sound Javi makes is arduously wrecked, eyes flashing with incredulous arousal as you suddenly shift so you can brace your hands backwards onto his thighs and arch as you bare your stance to sit up and drag his heavy velvety cock out of your sheath halfway before slamming back down on it.

"Dios mío—deme misericordia," Javi moans raggedly at the sight of you riding his cock – overawed with arousal as he watches his thick erection plunge into you with a wet squelch over your whimpered gasp as you repeat the action over and over in rough succession. His hands have a death grip on the bedding at his sides from how badly he wants to grab you, but he doesn't want to defy your order – can't bring himself to it when your fingers are digging into his thighs for balance while your lower half undulates to stroke him in and out of your dripping, silken heat. But, he can't help thrust his hips up and watch you light up with a cry and shiver of pleasure.

He's bucking up to grind his pelvis into you when you toss your head back and moan, "Yes, oh fuck, do that again," and mewl a strangled sound when he hits that cluster of pleasure nestled inside you. He's panting under you, muscles flexed with the effort of not snapping under his splintering need for control. You can feel how coiled up he is, so you gyrate down hard on him and clutch your walls deftly around his throbbing cock just as you adjust and cup your hand around his warm balls. "Mi rey, éstos son míos," you growl sensuously and squeeze lightly, and Javi whimpers into keening sounds of needy gratification, so you press, "Tú eres mío."

Javi vigorously nods and blushes, eyes screwing shut as he shamelessly writhes when you massage the aching spheres and keep contracting your silken walls around him. It's only when you use your free hand to grab at the wrist of the hand that he used to finger fuck you earlier and pull to bring it to your mouth so you can suck said digits illicitly that his eyes snap back open and a torrid moan of, "¡Ave María purísima!" falls from his gasping lips that you know the game is over.

And you're right, because Javier barrels up and literally takes you in his arms to manhandle you onto the bed to be pinned beneath him as he fucks you with sheer, sinful abandon now. His teeth graze the side of your neck before sinking into your delicately sloping muscle, and you dig your nails into his back before hoisting your knees up to his hammering thrusts.

"Te amo—n-need you so fucking bad—so good, so fucking good—take me, t-take all of me—gonna come so hard—!" Javi is rambling in a pitched grouse against your jaw after he roughly nudges your head to lull to the side so he can lick up your throat. You moan as ardent pleasure blooms in your core and starts to zing incandescently over your nerve endings, toes curling when he hitches on a harsh groan, "Come for me, come for me—f-fuck, come for me 'fore I fill you with cum, mi amor—!"

It's insane how his feral petition sends you tumbling into a startlingly searing orgasm, making you quake and cling to him as you almost lose your breath and cry out his name in a fevered, "Javi-Javi-nngth-Javi!" that has ecstasy unfurling in his belly and bliss spooling over him as he fiercely shouts his climax. His thrusting hips stutter in rhythm with every hot spurt that erupts from his cock before he feels you wrap your legs around him to pull him into you – to slot him deep where he belongs in your core.

When he collapses in a pulsing heap over you, Javi is sweating and stammering, "F-fuck-s-sorry—mmph, c-can't…can't move," while he pants into the crook of your neck while you encircle your arms around him and try to keep your ankles locked together at the small of his back.

You're positively fuck-drunk at this point, smiling into his temple and inhaling in the scent of his sweaty hair while his heartbeat batters against yours. The weight of him on you is divine, and you will not part with it even if you could. But right now, you are merely a gratified being thrumming under him within a pliant shell, so there's no way you're moving him.

It's an immeasurable amount of time later that Javi sighs and pulls his softening manhood out of your fluttering heat to roll heavily onto his back beside you. He's positively spent and worn out, but his smile is obvious in his tone when he mutters, "My abuela would be mortified if she knew how much you make me take the Lord's name in vain while having your way with me."

You hiccup an exhausted little laugh at that, belly aching from the ruthless exertion and breasts quaking as you start to giggle, "For shame."

"Jesus Christ…I don't think I can move again for a while," he tells you in a deep baritone, sounding quite proud.

"Hmph," you grunt amusedly and manage the energy to roll onto your side to cuddle into him. His arm loops you to sidle against him, and you shower him with loving kisses on every expanse of warm skin you can reach. "We're both a mess, so we'll eventually have to slink into the shower, babe," you sigh and smile when he noses the top of your head and nudges a kiss to your forehead.

He huffs amusedly, closing his eyes and resting his head back as he mutters, "Is it bad I want to stay like this?" When you snicker and affectionately squeeze his side, he drawls, "Smelling like you, covered in you…fucking best feeling." You can't help tingle at that, burying your face in his neck to hide your beaming grin. But he feels it, so he nudges you to look at him. "I'll be inside you for days…felt like I came fucking deep."

You shiver and make a titillated sound, melting into him when he cups the side of your face and strokes his thumb to wipe away at the sweat from the apple of your cheek. "You did," is your breathy confession. "Felt so good…"

His expression glows with pride. Javi kisses you adoringly, full lips soft and doting against your plush flesh.

You can't help think, This is bliss. Being tucked against Javi, sore but sated, in love and loved so profoundly. The fear of it isn't even present anymore. Instead, you find yourself wishing to never part from this – from him.

When you both finally muster the determination to get up and shower together, you feel the little fire in your core linger, so when you're both refreshed and back in bed, under the cover of dark and the cool sheets, you muster the courage to tell him.

"Javi…I love you. I don't want to lose this, but I know you have to go back indefinitely. Would it…would you want to spend time together? I could drive up to Medellín – get a hotel room one of these weekends?" you portion out your ruminating thoughts and suggestion, propping up on your elbow to gaze down at him in the penumbra of the scarcely lit room.

His expression smoothens with something pensive as he shifts to loop his arm around your waist and pull you closer. "I want that, more than anything, cariño, but it's just not safe," he tells you in a ruminating tone, and when he feels you tense, he reassures, "We're close, so close to catching that fucker now. Any chance I get to come back to the capital, I'll take it. Just have to ride it out a little longer."

You smile meekly and nod, letting him cuddle you down into his arms so you can settle under the covers and lounge in sensual repose together. When the quiet of the night is filled with your soft, content breaths, Javi stretches out and rests his head into the pillow.

"Are you going to be able to go without sex and jerking off?"

He barks a wry laugh and slaps his hand over his eyes. "I might die from sexual starvation…but that's the plan, atrevida," he jibes and squeezes you cheekily when he feels your smile against his collarbone. "You're the only one I want," is his firm musing, followed by, "But I might have to beg Steve to fuck off for a while, or come up with a schedule so I can take the edge off in peace."

The giggle that skitters out of you is effervescent, warming him like a good glass of whiskey, so he kisses you and rubs your back and hip in languid strokes that have you lulling into a docile rest against him. He lets you drape your arm around him, and pretty soon, you both doze off together.

The blaring of the alarm clock feels like it comes too soon, so when you shut it off and grumble to cuddle back into Javi, he exhales begrudgingly and shifts up in bed, to your chagrin.

That's right…he has to be back in Medellín first thing, you think and frown, reluctant to part with him. He seems just as hesitant, but when he swings his broad self to the side of the bed and rubs his palms over his face, you decide you need to make this easier, not harder.

You toss the blankets away, slink into your robe, and crawl over to him so you can sit at his side and hug him. "C'mon, querido. Go shower, and I'll make you something to eat, since I don't trust you to feed yourself," you sweetly tease, kissing his cheek when he snorts and glances affectionately at you.

"I'd rather have you join me in the shower," he purrs and loops his arms around you to pull you onto his lap. "One more for the road?"

You snicker and nod before kissing his lips. Before long, you're both in the shower, reveling in your early-morning quickie. Legs wrapped around his waist and arms clinging to his shoulders, you whimper as Javi takes you up against the tiled wall while the shower spray beats down on his back. It's dizzying how quickly you both strum the tethered pleasure free from each other, and once you're sure your knees won't dissolve, he lets you slink down his warm, slick body to resume the showering off.

As he gets dressed, you can't help fawn about how you'll feel him in your aching muscles for days, drip his seed and tingle with the after-sensations of being so utterly possessed by his passion for a good while. Javi appears from the bedroom dressed in dark jeans and a light-denim button up shirt – sleeves rolled up as he fastens his silver watch to his left wrist before he tucks the bundle under his other arm – his suit from the day before – and stuffs it into his duffle. When he walks over to the kitchen island, he can't help smirk until that debonair-yet-boyish dimple of his appears. He leans against the counter and bounces his eyebrows at you when you purse your lips at him and serve him the breakfast sandwich you've thrown together for him.

"Yes, I cleaned the counter, you fresco," you answer his goading glance as you pour him some orange juice and slide it over the pristine counter. "And yes, I'll think about getting a coffee kettle—"

"You don't have to, querida," he muses, already eaten half the sandwich with gusto, coffee-brewed eyes gleaming at you when they crinkle at the edges from his smile.

Dammit, this man makes you weak in the knees with just a freaking smile. It should be illegal.

"Can I call you? I'll be sure to call your desk closer to end of day," you ask as you lean against the opposite counter and cross your ankles together while you try not to fiddle with your damp hair too much.

Having just finished his sandwich and chugged down the orange juice, he gives a sated exhale and takes the dish and glass to the sink. "Yeah, that should work. Murphy might answer, though, depending," he tells you as he quickly washes each and sets them to dry. "I'll be able to call you on the weekend. Are you gonna be free?" he asks, leaning his hip into the counter while you affectionately dry his hands with the towel that was on the opposite edge.

"Well, Ellis has been nagging me to go to happy hour tonight, but besides that, I don't have any plans coming up," you muse and stare up at him through your lashes, expecting him to smirk at your open dance card and maybe purr some teasing musing.

"…Is Luke gonna be at happy hour?"

You blink bemusedly up at him from the terse question, befuddled by his expression etching into a guarded, stoic regard.

"I don't know?" you haltingly retort, trying not to frown as you ask, "Why would you ask me that?"

"Why can't I ask that?" he counters, his insecurity coiling up in his gut and pushing him to stand straight. "I'm only wondering if he's gonna go and pick you up—"

"Javier, I'm not interested in him. I've told you that," you interrupt crossly, folding your arms over your silk-robe-clad-chest and staring up at his sulking expression. "Where is this coming from?"

Something winds his shoulders back, and his hands fidget at his sides before he snaps them to his hips. "Something I overheard yesterday. Supposedly that he's been looking forward to getting back in town to see you," he says crisply, eyes smoldering with jealousy as he jabs, "Seems he didn't get the memo that you're not going to fuck him anymore."

The crass, flippant way he parries that to you wounds you more than you would've expected. "Oh, is that how you let your hookups know that you're dropping them? Via memo?" you slash right back – eyes blazing now as you defiantly glare up at him.

Javi riles at that, chest puffing out with unruly tension as he begins to sneer, "No, I just tell them I'm done, or stop fucking seeing them—"

"Considering they don't work with you in the embassy, I'd say you're talking out of your ass in trying to draw parallels here. Why are you trying to guilt me over this," you berate sharply, huffing, "I'm not seeing Luke—"

"Does he know that?!" Javi snaps and smacks the palm of his hand down onto the counter impatiently.

He's got you there. In truth, you know you've been avoiding letting the field operations analyst down gently, but really you haven't even seen him since the night he dropped you off, so you haven't had a chance to be face-to-face and tell him.

"It hasn't come up, because I haven't seen him since that night," is your honest answer, brows furrowing when you watch Javi's gaze narrow irascibly at that.

"Why would you have to see him?" he grounds out between clenched jaw, starting to get furious, but trying to keep it at bay.

You frown, not understanding why he's jealous at all. "Javier—"

"No, why the fuck would you need to see him to dump him?!" he seethes, hands clenching into fists as he growls, "Unless you care about him—"

"It is not Luke's fucking fault that I keep falling back in with you when you've decided not to push me away anymore!" you barb sharply, incensed by this whole line of questioning now. "I owe him at least the consideration of telling him to his face that I don't want to see him outside of work, because we work together! I don't have the luxury of throwing bills on a nightstand and never seeing him again—"

"Are you going to tell him about us?" Javier levies curtly, surly rage etching his expression as he pins you in place with his molten gaze.

"...I hadn't decided," you murmur haltingly, expression tensing when that seems to stoke something in him that flares irately in his eyes. "You know how important it is to me to keep my life private—"

"I had to wear you the fuck down to get you to give me the fucking time of day, but with that asshole you let all your rules slide," Javi accuses, grumbling harshly, "You go out with him and let him have you—let him take you to his place and fuck you without any hoops to jump through, no requirements at all."

You are beside yourself from his callous accusations. "How dare you scold me for something I did after you dumped me?!" you rail now and shove him angrily at his chest. "Whether I jumped right into bed with him or made him work for it, you have no fucking right to recriminarme! And if I decide it's in my interests to divulge my personal life to him or not, that's none of your concern," you chastise. "You're just mad that I'm not sitting here like one of your escorts, waiting for you—"

"No, I'm fucking furious that you keep that fucker on the back burner just to rub it in my face and make a goddamn point whenever I fuck up!" Javier thunders now, and although your pulse jumps and startles anxiety to tug at your heart, you can't help scoff at him.

"He wouldn't even BE on the back burner if you weren't jerking me around like a fucking fool all the time!" you bitingly sneer – watching his eyes darken and the set of his jaw chisel rancorously. "I'm supposed to feel guilty that another man's pursued me when you've run away and left me reeling—"

"Drooling with his buddies about fucking you and then getting you in his bed is hardly what I'd call 'pursuing,'" he cuttingly sneers and digs in further by muttering lowly, "But if I wasn't in the picture, you'd be with him—"

"No, but I'd probably still fuck him," you verbally napalm, wanting to raise his hackles.

Javier doesn't disappoint when he snarls and slams his hand down into the counter again, but this time it wreaks a tremor from the force of his rage. "Of course you would," he hisses coldly and looms close, but you stand your ground, infuriated by him, and yes, a little titillated – teetering between nervousness and thrill. That is, until he seethes viciously, "Little cruel thing like you just loves to get around – to broom the guys after you're done with 'em – move on to the next sap that'll entertain you with an adequate fuck. And why not? You get along just fine."

Instead of the flash of rancor he expected, your brows arch before snapping into a bewildered furrow as he triggers the chain reaction of every deep-seated insecurity you have to bubble to the surface. From being called a skank in the hall of your prestigious boarding school at sixteen, to being rhetorically asked by your father if you enjoyed carrying on like a whore, to the last man who'd called you a slut – all the landmines were resentful recollections that had you disarmed. Javi immediately regrets what he said, but you recover quickly, eyes defiantly narrowing as you glower at him.

"Yes, and I can fuck any man I want, if I want to, whenever I want – and have," you imperiously slash, voice taking on an edged tone when you level him with a fierce stare and snap, "I am DAMN sure you've done nothing to justify treating me like a piece of chattel you can acknowledge or lay claim to only when your jealousy strikes you. I don't actually fucking belong to you, no matter what salacious filth we promise each other during our more than adequate fucks," and fold your arms crossly before jabbing snidely, "Now, do us both a favor, Javier, and be a fucking man and grow the fuck up already."

Javier's glare on you becomes searing, hands fidgeting at his sides the whole time you berated him, and when you'd lashed him with that first remark, he had no rebuttal. But that parting shot? It boils his blood, and he can't just stand there grappling with his impotent fury. You sense the shift, can feel how incensed he is now, and it has you trembling with adrenaline as he looms there, gaze narrowed infuriatedly at you. The anticipation of another bellowing dagger from him has you vibrating.

Instead of unleashing on you, Javier breaks eye contact and storms off the opposite way around the kitchen island and stalks towards the side table to collect his remaining belongings, arranging them onto his person.

Your heart feels like it's splintering, and even though you intended to goadingly watch him throw a tantrum, him immediately going for the exit has you hesitating when you step out from the kitchen into the corridor to face the door.

Just as he snatches his leather jacket from the back of the chair in the living room and yanks his duffle up from the floor in order to brashly storm to the door, you freeze him in place with the cold ice of your tone.

"I love you, Javier, but you will not ever make me feel like a whore. If you walk out that door like this, do not expect me to beg you not to run away. If you push me away again, I will stay away."

His rage is doused instantly at that, and Javier is left vacillating with his back to you. A knot is forming in his gut, pulse racing and heat rising to the back of his neck as he struggles to get free from his tangling impulses.

"Do you love him?"

The low, lonesome pitch of his question tangles around your heart. "No. I don't love him, but I don't want to hurt him. It's not right, and it's not fair to him when he's done nothing wrong," you murmur, heart straining as you waver on whether to rush to him or not. "I owe him that much, Javi."

His shoulders square up, and you want to tell him that you're afraid of losing him; to plead for him not to leave like this, to implore him to understand where you're coming from, but you don't.

Exhaling a charged breath, he turns and stares at you, and when he sees how your eyes are filled with melancholy, it has him surrendering. He's surly when he drops his things onto the chair and goes to you, surprising you by pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

"You're not a whore. I never want to make you feel like that. I'm sorry…I was out of fucking line," he mutters, nuzzling you before he mumbles, "I just don't know what to do…"

You feel raw at that, heart clenching at how stiff he is with uncertainty. "Just…just trust me. I love you. I only want to be with you," you profess against his chest, hands gripping his back. Overcome with heartache, you find yourself whispering into his shoulder, "Please…please don't push me away."

His hand buries in the back of your damp hair and pulls you to lean heavily against him while he holds you. "I'm sorry. I had no right. I'm…such a fuckup," he tersely rumbles, and when you tilt your face up to frown at his tone, he adds, "I trust you…I just don't trust myself not to fuck things up."

You pout, eyes softening as you caress his face, tracing your fingertips over his jaw and up to his cheekbone. "Hey, stop talking shit about the man I love, or I'm going to smack you," you snipe charismatically and he scoffs before chuckling, fond and raspy as his expression softens from you brushing your fingertips over his brow and across his forehead to rustle his wisps of uncombed locks. "I love you, Javier."

He leans his forehead against yours, and murmurs your name before declaring, "—I fucking love you. Even though you incense me."

You make an appalled sound and pinch his sides. "Me?! I was going to wring your neck from how enraged you got me," is your snarky retort, and his brows arch from your wily grin. "You're so lucky I can control myself."

Despite how brash your tone is, Javier laughs and hoists you against him so he can kiss you mercilessly until you're giggling.

"You are going to be the death of me. I was so fucking livid, I thought I was gonna blow a gasket," he grumbles into your neck, and you sober enough to affectionately hug him tighter and make a rueful sound.

"I'm sorry…" you lamentingly whisper, and melt when he grunts reassuringly and showers you with kisses before nuzzling you.

You both just stay in each other's arms like that for a fleeting sojourn, coddling each other with your calming demeanors, and longing to never lash out on one another like that again. The thought centers you, cooling your temper and leaving you pliant in his embrace. But then Javi reluctantly checks his watch, exhaling in frustration that he can't stay longer.

When you eventually walk him to the door to see him off, he reverently caresses your cheek and tells you resolutely, "I just need you to know that I trust you, querida. Never doubt that. I just can't help be jealous, even if I have no right to be."

You feel weak in the knees, so you hug him and whisper, "Soy tuya, Javier."

He feels his heart soar at that, so he kisses you one last time, and murmurs, "I love you, bravita," before reluctantly departing.

Your heart wrings in your chest as you watch him go, feeling adrift with longing already. It isn't until you're sitting on your bed and hugging his pillow to your chest that you realize how much it hurts Javier to think you care for Luke. Astounded, you catalogue every single time his jealousy has flared, figuring out that it's envy that has fueled Javi's disdain and wrath against the other man. He wants to make it known that you two are together – wants to quash any and all suitors from ever vying for your attention, let alone your affections. Glowering, you can't deny how the prospect of all knowing Javier Peña is yours gives you primal glee, but there's another aspect that has unease simmering in you.

You would be vulnerable. Open to the jeering whims of others, across all strata, and you can't shake the profound apprehension it embeds in you.

Little do you know that the concern is misplaced, seeing as you and Javier will have bigger issues to surmount in the face of the impending fallout still to come.

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Spanish-English Glossary:

Sicario = Hitman

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Chavón = a man that's pestering you

Hermosa/hermoso = beautiful (female); beautiful (male)

Bravita = Tough girl; feisty girl

Tentadora = Temptress

Querida/querido = Affectionate term, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Dios mío misericordioso = Dear merciful God

Guapita = sassy/foxy/daring/testy (female)

Seductora = Seductress

Corazón = Heart; pet name to signify how deeply you love someone

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Mi amor = My love

Cariño = darling/sweetheart

Tan bello = So beautiful/lovely (male)

Pobrecito = Poor thing; Poor baby; poor baby boy

Amado/amada = Beloved (male); Beloved (female)

Fresco = a guy who's being 'fresh', or naughty/pervy

Guapito = Handsome (said in an affectionate diminutive)

Tan coqueta = Such a tease; so flirty

Chulo/Chulito = cute guy; little cutie

Buena suerte, chavón = Good luck, you pain

Gruñón = Grumpy man

Enfurruñado = Sulky; sulking man

Como desees, cariño = As you wish, dear

Coqueta atrevida = Daring tease (female)

Gloriosa...mi salvación. Eres única, mi corazón = Glorious (woman)…my salvation. You are unique/one of a kind, my love

Te amo = I love you

No, acuéstate, mi amor = No, lay down, my love

Mi querido hermoso = My beautiful/lovely dear

Canela = Cinnamon

¿No te recuerdas, bello? = You don't remember, handsome?

Mi rey = My king

Mi gloriosa = My glorious one (female)

¿Ah, sí? = Oh yeah?; Is that right?

Malvado = Wicked; villainous man

Descarado = Shameless; scoundrel; cad

Dios mío—deme misericordia = Dear god—give me mercy

Mi rey, éstos son míos = My king, these are mine

Tú eres mío = You are mine; You belong to me

"¡Ave María purísima! = Hail Mary, the purest

Abuela = Grandmother

Recriminarme = Recriminate me

Soy tuya, Javier = I'm yours, Javier

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