Ruben Dias - One Shots

Lost in Sardinia Part 4

*Warning this chapter contains adult content that may disturb reader who is not into rough sex.*

Summary - Ruben is on a getaway in Sardinia. There he meets a girl named Fiorella. She starts to wonder why Ruben won't tell her what exactly he is getting away from, or even what his real name is.

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It was like riding one of those mechanical bulls at a street fair, but safer and less bouncy.

"You sure I'm not too heavy?"

Ruben had carried Fiorella on his back for the past hour, without taking a break or even asking to take a break.

"Nah, you're good." His body vibrated against her chest as he spoke. "And you, do you need me to put you down?"

"No, I'm good...up here."

Fiorella did have the slightest urge to pee. However, asking Ruben to put her down, let her pee and then let her climb back up again, seem like too much of a bother.

"Wow." She gasped as Ruben jumped to adjust her position on his back.

"Sorry." He chuckled.

Fiorella wrapped her arms around his shoulders with the sudden fright. "No, I'm sorry, for not wearing the right shoes for a hike."

"Beginners mistake." He laughed.

"I'm sure it's my first and last time going on a hike."

"Don't say that." Ruben pinched her thigh. "Once we get down this mountain and your blister have healed, you'll be longing back to the waterfalls."

"Maybe, but then I'll make sure to call a taxi that can take me there."

The vibration that came with Rubens laughter was very soothing. Fiorella let her arms wrap a little tigher around his shoulders. She felt comfortable enough to rest her head against him, dozing to the rocking of her own body. She was nudged awake though, by the sound of a road and passing cars.

"We're almost there." He said, feeling Fiorella's body twich awake.

"Ruben, you can let me down now."

"You sure?"

The sun was setting in the sky, it was getting dark.

"Yes. I can walk the rest of the way."

Ruben lowered himself towards the ground, releasing her thighs from his grip.

Fiorella slid down but squirmed as her feet stirred the gravel.

"Your blisters, are they still sore?" Ruben let her find balance by supporting herself against him.

"Yes, but where almost there." She said, making an effort to stand up straight. "Where's almost home."

Either way, Ruben wouldn't let Fiorella's arm go until they had descended down the final slope.

The path to the village opened up before them, the city lights glimmering in the night.

"Come, I know a place we can rest."

Fiorella led the way towards the village, towards her uncles restaurant, however they stumbled upon the place being packed with people, forcing her and Ruben to wait outside.

"Huh, it must be a game on or something."

Fiorella's uncle had invested alot of money in buying flat screen TV's for the saloons, quickly turning his restaurant into the most popular sports bar in town.