Summary:
ACT I: BRUNO
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The attraction turns into something else as the night progresses.
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WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
The theme song for this chapter: La Temperatura by Maluma ft. Eli Palacios
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He never expected to have this much fun dancing. Normally, when he tried to, he felt as if he had two left feet. Growing up, it was always Pepa who had the most rhythm. His older sister could dance circles around him and he would not even make it through the first half.
Things might be different right now because he was drunk.
Or maybe it was because of the beautiful woman that was dancing along with him. Before he knew it, one dance became two, then three. They didn't feel the need to talk. Their bodies did all the talking. And it felt free to be moving like it.
He asked himself. Is this what she feels?
The song changed again. She let Bruno take the lead this time, and he ran a hand up her waist before twirling her around. The smile never left her face the entire time as she took his cue. A crowd began to gather around them. Some even decided to join them on the dance floor.
Tres.
Bruno was too focused to even notice what was going on around him, hypnotized by the way she moved her hips so close to him. If someone came up to him two weeks ago and told him he could dance Bachata Sensual, he would have laughed in their face…but here he was now, doing pretty well.
Dos.
The spark between them became a wildfire that burned everything in its way. There was only one way this night would end.
Uno.
Bruno flushed, embarrassed, the moment they came face to face. Something else came out to play. Shit. Why now?
But she didn't mind. He made a strangled gasp when she whispered into his ear. "You're being naughty. I was waiting when you'd crack, but that's okay. I happen to like bad boys." Her voice sent a shiver down his spine at the suggestion. "¿Por qué no vamos a un sitio más tranquilo?"
They didn't finish the dance. Instead, she pulled him through the crowd, towards the back where the bathrooms were. The music was less loud and the lights were dim…and the perfect storm hits.
Without warning, Bruno pressed her to the wall and leaned in. Everything spiraled out of control the moment their lips touched. He could taste the mint and alcohol on her tongue. She fumbled for the door to the bathroom desperately, pulling Bruno by the collar of his shirt to lead him in. He moved away to kiss her neck and she clicked the lock closed. His hands roamed her body as they explored each other's mouths.
This was not how Bruno expected his night to go, but he had her right where he wanted her to be.
She moaned when his hand slipped under her skirt. Bruno growled when she clamped his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing circles through the thin fabric. Soaked. His pants were now getting uncomfortably tight and thankfully, she noticed. With swift precision, her hands quickly undid his belt, and Bruno let his jeans fall to the floor. A gasp escaped her lips as Bruno lifted her to sit on the edge of the sink, ready to do the deed when…
A loud knock broke them apart. They tried to ignore it, the shallow breaths of wanton lust taking over them, but the banging on the door behind them was getting more and more impatient.
Terrible timing.
"Do you…want to take this back to my place?" Bruno asked. The look on her face was glorious and he couldn't blame her. With the way she bit her lower lip at him and squeezing her legs together, he knew she was more than willing. "It's not far from here."
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It was a difficult ride back. A miracle they did not make a mess in the back of the cab. The driver stared stoically straight at the road, ignoring his two passengers who were very close to breaking their composure. If there was no one else, they would have already destroyed each other in the car.
But they both persevered till they got to his building…that was, until they reached the elevator. Her hands were immediately on him the moment the door closed.
So hot.
When they finally got to his apartment, Bruno was already half-naked, his shirt pried open in the short ride up. She, on the other hand, had lost her underwear, already stuffed inside his back pocket.
"Didn't expect my night to go like this," Bruno bit back a hiss when she kneeled in front of him, laying a kiss over his arousal, desperately begging to be freed.
"Me either," She breathed while she undressed him. Bruno gulped heavily when he noticed her licking her lips. "Oh…wow."
He had hoped she found him Impressive, and she did. A fluttering feeling sat in the pool of her stomach. She didn't think much of it, as most men would have exaggerated, but he didn't. She knew she was already dripping from excitement all over his floor, and she realized fairly quickly by the way he stared at her that he was turned on by that fact.
She couldn't resist a taste. So she put him in her mouth.
"Santa mierda…ah…"
Bruno could barely think with the way she was pleasing him.
"You like that?" She hummed. He made a guttural noise, hands hovering so close to her head, and fought the urge to hold her in place. He gripped the edge of a nearby table instead while her hands and mouth moved up and down his length. Bruno's eyes darkened when he caught her touching herself, and all he wanted was to take her right there and then.
The second she came up for air he immediately pressed her back to the wall. She whimpered against his shoulder when his fingers found their way into her. "I do," Bruno whispered low into her ear. He never knew he had it in him, but he started talking dirty. "Ay, Mami, don't think I didn't see you touch yourself." He pumped his fingers like he was making a point and she shivered. "It's making me want you more."
His hot breath and the thought of him between her legs made her feel weak. Bruno left little love bites on her neck and her hips moved on their own accord, furiously trying to chase her release.
"Oh, you're so wet," He groaned. She was full-on moaning now, making his cock twitch with need. God, Bruno just wanted to bend her over and fuck her till she forgets her name.
Whatever her name was.
She protested when he stopped toying with her to lick his fingers. Something carnal, primal triggered in him and Bruno lost all sense of control. "Joder, tengo que probarte." He pulled her up to the table and dove between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while he destroyed that little bundle of nerves.
Then he added his fingers back into the mix and all hell broke loose.
Her body tensed up and she made a sound halfway between a gurgle and a scream. She rode out her orgasm, gripping fistfuls of his curls and pressing his face even closer to her wet heat. Bruno hummed in satisfaction, content in staying in whatever position he found himself in.
The passion burned stronger when they clashed together. Lips and tongue and teeth. The way they tasted in each other's mouths was enough to drive Bruno wild.
He carried her into his bedroom and they fell into his bed, a tangled mess of limbs as they gave in.
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Glossary of terms (in order of appearance in-text):
Bachata Sensual - a variant of the Bachata that was created in Cádiz, Andalusia, Spain, by Korke Escalona and Judith Cordero. It is characterized by mostly circular movements and body waves, but also body isolations and dips.
Por qué no vamos a un sitio más tranquilo - Why don't we go somewhere quieter
Mami - Mommy. Bruno's usage of the word in this chapter is sexual, though this word is also used in the literal sense and as an endearing term.
Joder, tengo que probarte - F*ck, I have to taste you
