Staying Over

TINA

On our drive home from the airport, the entire city went dark. We’d had our lovely weekend, and now the only sources of light were from the headlights on the road and the full moon.

This was bad for business.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.

“Dios mío,” Armando shook his head, moonlight reflecting on his tired face.

Grumbling under his breath, Alejandro pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Hello,” he said as soon as it rang. “Diego, what’s going on? Yes, the blackout in the city? Yes… What? And you never called to tell me…? Fine, just deal with it.”

He cut the call and turned to face us.

“There was a malfunction at one of the power plants,” he said. “And it’s knocked down the whole grid.”

“And when did he say it will be fixed?” Armando asked.

“By tomorrow,” Alejandro replied.

He turned to me and took my hands.

“Looks like you will be staying over at my place. We have a generator.” Despite the fact that I could barely see his face clearly, I could definitely see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“Will that be okay with you, sir?” I directed my voice to Armando.

“Yes, my dear,” he said. “You’re more than welcome to stay the night.”

I squeezed Alejandro’s hand softly. “Okay.”

I could see the lights from afar as soon as the car drew near the Gonzalez mansion. The servants had obviously put on the generator. I could hear it in the yard. It sounded like a lawnmower.

This was a relief. I couldn’t imagine staying at home alone in the total darkness.

After dinner, Alejandro and I made our way to his room while Armando stayed behind to watch the news.

“You’re not going to stay up with your dad?” I asked as I sat on his bed. “There might be something on the news you want to see.”

“There’s no need for that,” he replied as he took off his clothes in preparation for a late-night shower. “The internet provides me with more information than the news nowadays.”

I blushed as his nude form came into view. I really liked his body.

“Besides,” he grinned on seeing my eyes on his groin, “there are more interesting things to do.”

My eyes stayed on his delicious backside as he made his way into the bathroom. I leaned into the bed and shut my eyes. The scent of the sheets was sweet. It smelled like him.

I grinned, thinking about the more interesting things we could do together. I shucked off my clothes and made my way to the bathroom.

Sliding the door open, I met him under the shower. He stared at me with an expectant grin.

“Took you long enough,” he said, his sexy accent caressing my skin along with the steam that surrounded us.

I didn’t reply. The hungry smile on my face was enough.

I rushed toward him, and he grabbed me in response. Our lips crashed as we engaged in a heated embrace. I had been thinking about him all day, not knowing when we’d get a chance to do this again.

His hands reached behind to cup my butt, and I moaned into his mouth. In response, one of my hands slithered down his toned pectorals and grasped his hard member. I stroked it gently while I bit his lower lip.

I saw his stomach tighten. His Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly. Giving him as much of a seductive look as I could muster, I slid down until I was on my knees.

His eyes snapped open and stared at me. His chest heaved.

“You know, you’ve tasted me,” I said, tracing my index finger along the veins of his head. It twitched, and a giggle escaped my lips. “But I’ve never had the chance to taste you.”

“Tina,” he said. “You don’t have to do that. I didn’t taste you because I wanted you to do the same. I did so because it felt right. I wanted to.”

My heart swooned at his words. I would have known if he was lying.

“Well, I want to.” I winked at him. “I suddenly have a craving for…”

I paused as I saw the drop of pre-cum leak from his erection.

“Sausage.” I finished my sentence, and my tongue darted out to swipe at the liquid.

“Shit!” He closed his eyes. “You are one hell of a succubus.”

“Why, thank you.” I kissed his tip. “This succubus would like to enjoy her precious toy right now.”

My tongue traced the underside of his member, taking slow and deliberate strokes. His eyes shut, and I could see his muscles tighten.

“I’m going to suck your cock.” I knew he liked dirty talk. “What a beautiful cock you have.” I smiled as I enjoyed the torture of teasing him.

“Fuck!” he cried. “Tina! Don’t make me beg you.”

I decided to put him out of his misery, even though the idea of a big, important man like him begging me had its appeal. I took him in my mouth.

His hands landed on my head and held me as I performed the oral ministrations. My tongue bathed the sensitive head of his member, and my hand reached up to cup his balls.

He gritted his teeth, and his eyes tightened.

I went slowly at first, getting used to the size of him. I liked the way he felt in my mouth. As he got more turned on, I bobbed my head faster and squeezed his balls firmer.

“Shit.” His eyes snapped open. “Tina, I’m getting close. You need to let me pull away.”

I kept my eyes on him in defiance. As much as I appreciated his concern, this was my choice. I said I was going to taste him—and I meant every word.

He cried out and twitched as he climaxed. I felt the contents of his seed pour into my throat, but I didn’t pull back. I swallowed it all and sucked the head to make sure I drained everything. I stood up and licked my lips.

“You taste great,” I said.

“Dios mío.” His voice was punctuated by heavy breathing. “You’re incredible.”

“Thank you.” I tilted my face up and kissed his nose.

We took our shower together, and sure enough, we engaged in more naughty shenanigans. I’m quite sure he brought me to orgasm a dozen times. Then it was back to the bed for the main event. I’m sure I almost blacked out more than twice from the intensity and the passion as he repeatedly pumped into me. By the time he spilled his essence into me—which was a lot—we were both exhausted.

Fortunately, he had the strength to carry me to the bed after we’d rinsed off again. As we lay under the covers facing each other, I saw that blank look come over his face.

“Alejandro, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes.” A small smile appeared. “Better than ever.”

He wrapped his hand over me and pulled me into his chest, resting his chin on top of my head.

“I don’t know what happens in the next hour, or tomorrow, or the next few months or years.” His warm breath felt nice on my forehead. “One thing is certain, though.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’m glad I met you,” he replied.

I felt a warmth in my heart as his words hit home. Then I remembered my conversation with his aunt two days ago. I smiled through the tears that were brimming in my eyes. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to feel good with me.

“So am I, Alejandro.” I nuzzled his chest.

“So am I.” My eyelids slowly dropped as the sandman performed his task somewhere in the spirit realm.