Breakfast on Tuesday

9. Backchat girl

I could see the image he painted in my head so vividly, me on my back, the table underneath me, legs spread open as he stood between them, his hardness sliding in and out of my wet core repeatedly... vigorously.

He didn't seem like a gentle lover. Nope. He was too gruff and domineering for vanilla sex. Frankly, I wanted to use his experience to my advantage so that my first time wouldn't turn out to be a total disaster.

Eh, no. We will not be doing that... using people for whatever purposes.

I grazed my lower lip with my tongue and he groaned aloud as if watching me do so was pure torture.

Refusing to let his brazen words crack my inexperienced shell into a thousand pieces, I sent him a serious glare from across the table. "As I was saying before your horny teenage mind drifted off, this war that Mateo mentioned, is it gang related?"

Dante's face hardened and his eyes turned to stone. "My horny teenage mind? Carla, how old are you?"

"Nineteen. You?"

He rose from his chair, his movements slow and calculated, and then in a flash, his tall frame was towering over me. Before I could blink, I felt his mouth at my ear, his syrupy sweet breath caressing my skin. "I don't have the word teen in my age and this horny mind of mine will blow your fucking unexplored teen mind. I can shatter your heart and make your pussy throb with my words alone. Show me a teenager who can do that."

My heartbeat quickened behind my ribs and my breath escaped my lungs in a silent whoosh. "I don't recall asking you about your ability to make me cum with your words alone. I asked you how old you were, not this I'm-a-man-not-a-teenager bullshit speech. All I want to hear is a number." I scoffed, not liking his tone in the least.

He suddenly grabbed the sides of my face with one hand, his fingers squeezing into my cheeks until my lips parted like a fish. He turned my head to meet his glare. "Shut your fucking mouth, cariño. Or should I use my cock to help you? You are full of backchat and it's causing my Spanish blood to boil."

My chest rose and fell noticeably as my breathing got heavier. He had one hand on the chair behind me, caging me inside of his wild and formidable aura. His fingertips continued to squeeze my cheeks firmly and sent desire racing down my spine faster than Elon Musk could deliver a rocket off to space.

"Shut me up then," I gritted. My gaze dropped to his mouth and I leaned forward until our lips were barely touching. "I'm starting to wonder if your threats are real."

"Don't fucking tempt me, Carla."

I rolled my eyes. "I knew it. All bark and no bite."

Did I just give him permission to ravish me? All bark and no bite? Really? Ugh! My stupid tongue certainly had a mind of its own. Or maybe it didn't have a mind at all! Nothing with a good functioning brain would ever utter such gibberish to a stranger with a death wish.

Dante's s eyes flared with passion and he released my jaw forcefully, his thumb gliding roughly over my bottom lip. He then wrapped his hand around my throat like he'd done in the bathroom earlier.

"Get the fuck up. Now," he ordered.

I grabbed the table for support when he pulled me to my feet. Shit. Arousal sizzled in my blood and I felt ashamed that I was turned on by a stranger manhandling me. My pussy was leaking like a damaged fire hydrant looking to put out the blazing heat incinerating my core.

With his hand still firmly wrapped around my throat, he leaned forward and took my bottom lip between his teeth, gliding until he released it with a soft pop.

Desire burned under my navel. My lip felt slightly bruised and I started craving more. I wanted to taste the syrup and coffee on his tongue. I wanted him to ravish me with his mouth.

With his hand still pressed against my throat, I advanced toward him until the hard lines of his body were huddled against my softer curves. Our lips met again, molded, then collided like an asteroid hitting the earth.

Fuck! His lips were soft but demanding, his tongue plunging skilfully to dance with mine. I had never been kissed like that in my life! So passionately... so desperately good.

I could feel every nerve where our lips met. I felt the heat of his palm burning into my cheeks and the small of my back; felt the hard steel of his muscles pressing against my breasts and my thighs. I heard the soft sighs coming from my lips and the erratic pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. I smelled the wintery cologne wafting off Dante's skin and tasted the sweet syrup dripping from his lips.

He pulled away first. "Fuck, Carla. I want you. Say you'll have me."

I whimpered, frustrated at myself because I was unable to find a boyfriend and was now truly considering giving up my virginity to a hot, domineering Spanish stranger.

"Dante..." I looked up into his intense eyes and faltered on my words.

"No backchat?" he demanded.

I shook my head. Not this time. He had rendered me speechless.

And then as if from somewhere far away, I heard myself say, "I want you too."

°°°

Let the games begin.