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The cherry of your cigarette began to dim as it reached the filter. The smoke danced around the room and into the deepest part of your lungs. As the nicotine mixed with the alcohol that was already present in your system—you could feel an all too familiar sensation as your head began to float. It was an incredible feeling and one you chased often–the euphoria of the way your body seemed weightless and uninhibited. The only other time you felt this way was after a really good lay.
And even that was usually only with one person in particular.
Taking one last drag, you stubbed out your cigarette in the ashtray. A sound came from beside you, on the coffee table, and captured your attention as you turned to see your phone light up.
J
New Text Message
Eyes scanning over the words on the screen, your stomach began to fold in on itself. Quickly, you snatched the device from the table and unlocked it–heart beating rapidly with anticipation as you opened the text message thread to see what was said.
Wait up for me.
The words left you feeling like you could throw up in the best way possible. Then the phone dinged again.
Need you.
Your bottom lip trapped itself between your teeth as you attempted to muster up a good response. It never made sense to you as to why you found yourself getting so worked up any time you received a text message from him. It was purely a business transaction after all.
You know where to find me.
Pressing send, you tossed the phone onto the couch before pushing yourself up and padding into the bathroom. Gazing over yourself in the mirror, you decided that you looked well enough. Usually on nights like this–ones filled with late text messages–there weren't a lot of formalities during your encounter. Things tended to get straight to the point, so it didn’t really matter what you looked like.
You chalked up the tremors in your hands to the mixture of nicotine and alcohol swirling around inside of you–attacking your nervous system and firing off neurons haphazardly. Deep down, however, you knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. It was him that made you feel this way.
It was always him.
While there was pleasure that could come along with work on occasion, you mostly tried to keep the two separate. In all the years you’ve been working in your particular field, there had never been any trouble with separating the two. In fact, you’d grown to become rather good at it. The tactic seemed to make things easier, kept you happier with work, and it created a comfortable distance between yourself and the people you were working with.
Then Javier fuckin’ Peña came along.
The warmth of his brown eyes, the fullness of his lips, the low timbre of his voice when he whispered absolute filth in your ear–the man was better than any drug you’d ever tried. Each time you had him he’d take you higher than the last, leaving an impression on you– inside of you–that would last for days in between.
It wasn’t a written part of your job to provide a sense of comfort and support to those people who hired you–but it was something that just came easy with Javi. Fingers sliding through his chestnut hair while his cheek pressed against your abdomen–his lips spilling secrets of what it was like to work for the DEA. The nightmarish things that he had seen–that he had to do. It was no wonder the man was as fucked up as he was. Although, you knew that feeling all too well.
When it first began, you knew that you weren’t only the girl in Javier’s life. There was just no way. Initially, you were okay with that. It wasn’t like you had a claim to lay on him. He wasn’t yours . But the more time that the two of you had spent together, the more he confided in you–there was a small part of you that wished he was.
Underneath the asshole attitude, the harsh exterior–there was someone incredibly soft. Someone who only wanted to make a fuckin’ difference in the world. Little did he know that there was no such thing–the idea nothing but a glorified daydream. Something a kid wishes for before they realize how fucked up everything is. It was obvious that he had been hardened after years of finding that out the unfortunate way. Even in the absence of this, however, he still managed to allow his warmth to show.
Javier had let it slip during one of your meetings that you were the only person he had been meeting with for a while. Something about trusting you–something about how you “know exactly what he likes”. Somewhere deep down you knew that meant that he felt safe with you–that somehow, someway, he liked being with you. You always wondered if it had been the same way you liked being with him.
You hadn’t realized you drifted away from your body until a harsh knock at the door brought you back to the present.
Cursing under your breath, you yelled out, “yeah, just give me a minute!”
Hurrying around the apartment, you did your best to throw things together quickly before you looked down and realized you were in a raggedy old t-shirt. Shrugging, you figured it wasn’t going to stay on your body long enough for anyone to care anyway. Plus, it wasn’t like Javi ever came over to give you interior decorating tips.
As soon as you unlocked and pulled the door open, a pair of lips were molding themselves to yours. A small noise erupted from your chest at the sudden action, your feet stumbling backwards a few steps until a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist–a large hand splaying on your lower back. The touch felt scorching against your skin.
Javier kicked the door closed behind him as he steadied you. His lips were rough–he tasted like scotch and those cheap menthols he got at the shop down the way. Through your time together, you knew these things to be a sign that he had a very poor day at work.
Pulling away for a breath of air and to shrug the leather jacket off his shoulders, Javi’s chest heaved as he looked down at you. His pupils were blown wide–with anger? lust? It wasn’t really easy to tell in this situation. Most likely it was a mixture of the two.
“Hey,” you spoke–soft and calm. “I’ve got all night. Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?”
Javi scoffed and gave you a deadly stare, toeing his shoes off by your front door.
“I didn’t come all the way here to talk about my goddamn feelings. I came here to fuck you— hard .”
The harshness in his tone made a new wave of arousal gather at your core. There were very rare instances in which Javier talked to you in that tone of voice. In every single one of your rendezvous he was polite and respectful–unless you specifically asked him not to be. It was even more obvious to you now that whatever happened today was particularly rough on him.
And if this was his way of getting those feelings out–of being able to come to terms with whatever awful shit he had to deal with today? You were more than happy to provide.
Gathering the material of your shirt at the hem, you yanked it up and over your head. As you tossed it waywardly to the side, Javi practically growled at your naked form before him. In a few long strides, his lips were back on yours as his hands roamed the plane of your back. Blunted fingernails traced the curve of your spine as his tongue traced the seam of your lips.
The perks of a small apartment meant that it only took a few steps backwards before your calves were hitting the edge of your mattress. Breaking away from the kiss, you settled yourself onto the bed–maintaining eye contact with Javi as you did so. Nimble fingers worked to unbutton and unzip his pants. A wave of heat rolled over your body as you saw a tuft of hair exposed as you dragged the zipper down.
You loved the way he wore his jeans with nothing underneath—just so he could always be ready to bury his cock in your warmth.
Eyes finally fluttering down to the waistband of his jeans, your bottom lip found home between your teeth once again as you watched his cock spring free from the confines of his jeans. Javi let out a satisfying hiss when you ran a manicured fingernail across the large vein on the underside of him. Spitting into your hand, you began to stroke him–slowly yet purposefully as you watched him shine with your saliva.
A deep, guttural groan tumbled from Javi’s lips–causing your thighs to clench together at the sound. You looked up at him and watched the way his shoulders seemed to fall–already beginning to wash away the harshness of the day with your touch alone.
“Look at me, baby.” Your voice dropped several octaves, “Let me make you feel good, hmm?”
Javi’s head lulled for a moment before he picked his it back up and looked down at you. Those gorgeous, pillowy lips parted and slick from your tongue. His eyes held a quiet gratitude to them as his hand cupped your jaw.
As soon as he started to look relaxed, you kept your eyes on him as you took the tip of him into your mouth. Immediately, Javi’s nostrils flared and his jaw clenched as he did his best to keep his composure. The soft, warmth of your mouth was almost too much for him at this moment. That didn’t stop you, however, from swirling your tongue around his swollen, leaking tip as you groaned at the salty taste of him that coated your tastebuds.
“Fuck, cariño.” Javi was already beginning to pant.
Humming around his length, you closed your eyes and took more of him into your mouth. At the base, your hand encircled him–stroking what parts of him you weren’t able to fit completely. You hollowed out your cheeks around him as you lazily sucked him off. There was no sense of urgency–the only purpose you had in this moment was to help Javi forget whatever it was that had been plaguing him.
You only held him in your mouth for a few moments before you felt his hand pull you off.
“I love this perfect mouth…” He trailed off for a moment as his thumb swiped across your lower lip, wiping away the string of saliva that connected you to his cock, “but that isn’t where I want to cum tonight.”
Nodding your head, you shuffled your body backwards onto the bed and settled into your pillows–watching as Javier fully rid himself of his clothing. His hand lazily stroked over his cock as he looked at you–all pliant, perfect, and waiting for him.
All that anger, all that malice that was present on his tongue as he stormed into your apartment tonight–it was mostly gone. The gentle giant looking at you from across your mattress…
That was your Javi.
As the two of you kept your eyes locked on to one another, Javier slowly crawled onto the bed. As he reached your foot, he leaned his head down and began to kiss your ankle–his hand running smoothly up the other leg as he did so.
A soft sigh fell from your lips as your head molded into the pillow behind it. The feeling of Javi’s lips as they traveled up your skin paired with the contrasting roughness of his calloused hands on the other side had your body reeling.
It was a perfect representation of Javier–rough and ragged, yet somehow smooth and soft at the same time.
Javi couldn’t stop himself from running his nose up your slit whenever he reached your sex. The soft gasp that came from you made him grin wildly.
“You’re always so good for me, cariño. Always make me feel so good.”
Your hands slipped into his hair, lightly tugging onto the curls just how you knew he liked. A small groan came from the man between your legs before he buried his tongue deep within your folds, dragging the muscle across every inch of it that he could. Javi muttered a line of spanish into your cunt, but you couldn’t make out exactly what it was that he said. His tongue languidly stroked your sex as he made sure to accentuate each movement with a flick of his tongue on your already swollen clit.
It was impossible to stay still–your body writhing underneath the pleasure that Javi so freely liked to give. Even though he had come to your apartment with the intention for you to help him forget the day–he was the one who couldn’t pry himself out from between your legs.
Gently, but firmly, you tugged on his hair at the roots–causing the brown eyes and long lashes to finally flutter upwards in your direction.
“Next time, Javi. C’mon–want you inside me.” Your voice was honey thick, dripping with desire.
For a moment, it actually looked like he was torn over the decision to keep eating you out or to finally bury himself inside of you. Settling on a groan, he pulls away from your cunt—his face glistening with your wetness. Patting your thigh, you get the hint from him that he wants you on your hands and knees.
As you flipped over, Javi leaned past you to grab a pillow and settle it underneath your hips as you lowered yourself onto the bed. You turned your head to the side and allowed your body to melt into the mattress. A moment later you felt Javi gently grabbing your legs and pressing them together
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth again as you tried to look over your shoulder to see Javi. The angle in which you were positioned made it difficult, but you caught a glimpse of the way his lips parted as he looked at you—sliding the head of his cock through your folds.
The sensation caused a ripple of pleasure throughout your body–from your head all the way down to your fucking toes. Your eyes felt heavy and fell shut as your fingers dug themselves into the sheets underneath you. Javi quickly fluffed the pillow a bit more underneath you so that it angled your hips just a little higher for him before he began to slowly push into your tight, hot cunt.
“Fuckin’ christ.” Javier cursed as his length slipped slowly inside of you—the way your legs were pressed together caused your walls to fit snugly around him.
This had been a favorite position of his in the past—the sensation of your cunt forming to his cock was enough to drive him wild. Like you were molded especially for him.
A low, guttural groan escaped from your lips as your face contorted in sheer ecstasy. The pillow under your hips allowed him to enter at such an angle where he was hitting each and every spot in the most delicious way. Not to mention the way your legs squeezed together helped you feel every ridge, vein, and movement of his cock.
As soon as he was seated fully inside of you—pelvis to pelvis—you felt his weight lower onto your back. Quickly the hair of his mustache tickled your ear as he took your lobe between his teeth. The action caused another whine from you, which Javi took as a signal to start moving.
Javier continued to mouth at your ear and the side of your face as he slowly and meticulously thrust into you. It felt as though he was so deep inside of you that you could feel him in the deepest part of your abdomen.
“Javi,” you whined out his name and that was all you could muster.
He replied with a soft shushing noise in your ear.
“M’right here, cariño— fuck —you’re makin’ me feel so good. So warm and tight around me, wanna stay buried in this sweet cunt forever.”
The whimpers and whines you were spilling forth slowly transitioned to a groan as you listened to his filthy words filling your ears. The noises you were making caused Javi to grunt behind you before he started to move his hips harder.
After a few more thrusts, Javi was repositioning himself behind you—yanking your hips up so that your knees were on the bed as he planted a foot down on one side of you and began to thrust at a faster pace.
Your hands gripped the sheets for dear life—a desperate attempt at staying upright as Javi’s hips bumped into yours harshly. One of his large hands left your hips in order to slide up your back and curve over your shoulder—keeping you in place as he fucked you.
A long, desperate whine tumbled from your lips as you panted. Somehow each thrust felt deeper than the last–the painful, yet pleasurable, kiss of pain against your cervix sending your head into a tailspin.
“Fuck, fuck, Javi—baby—I’m gonna—“
A growl came from the man behind you as he began to thrust into you even harder and faster. Your bodies became more desperate and words more slurred as you hurdled toward your orgasm. As you felt your walls begin to pulsate around him, Javi yanked your body upwards and against his chest as he growled and nibbled at your ear.
The band within your abdomen snapped harshly as you felt your body writhe and shake against his. The intense fluttering at your walls around his cock caused Javi to grunt into your ear before he sank his teeth into your neck. Although you were cumming around him—that didn’t stop Javi from continuing his relentless pace into you.
“Fuckin’ give it to me, cariño. God, this fuckin’ cunt feels so good squeezin me. You want me to cum, hmm? You want me to cum and fill up this sweet little cunt, huh?”
One of your hands flew behind you in order to tangle itself in the man’s curls as your other gripped your breast harshly. All you could do was manage a nod and a choked out, “please!” as you listened to Javi’s filth.
Javi’s face buried itself into your neck, his hot breath grunting against your skin as his hips began to falter and stutter. A high pitched curse came from behind you before you felt his cock twitch inside of you as he released his spend deep inside of you.
The two of you continued to rut against one another for a moment—prolonging the euphoria you were experiencing—before you both collapsed onto the bed beneath you.
Javi’s face remained buried in your neck as he panted. Your limbs and eyes felt heavy as you tried to bring yourself back down to earth. A small shudder washed over your body as you felt his cum drip slowly out of your sensitive hole.
You both stayed that way for what felt like forever before Javier finally pulled himself from the bed. You heard the soft jingle of his pants and the padding of his footsteps as he walked away from the bed. A few minutes later there was a warm cloth wiping away the insides of your thighs, causing a dreamy sigh to slip from your lips.
As you finally opened your eyes, you watched as Javi tossed the towel into the bathroom and crossed over the carpet to grab your cigarettes from the nightstand. Settling one between his lips, he grabbed your lighter and cupped his hands around his mouth—soon the familiar smell of nicotine filling your room.
A soft smile and hum came from you when you realized he was holding the cigarette out to you. Propping yourself up slightly, you grabbed the stick and placed it between your lips—inhaling the sweet essence deep within your lungs. As you exhaled, you held the cigarette back out to him and watched as he took a drag of it next.
Javi lingered by your bed for a moment–watching as his fingertips ghosted over your knee– before he turned and walked to the window, using a light finger to push your curtains out of the way and take in what was happening in the outside world.
“Do you wanna talk about it now?” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
You watched as the muscles of his back tensed for a moment before a heavy sigh smoothed them back out. A cloud of smoke formed above his head as he took a long drag of the cigarette.
It felt like ages before he finally spoke.
“I can take out every piece of shit this side of the border and it doesn’t make a bit of fucking difference. There’s always going to be someone else who takes his place.”
You weren’t really sure what to say, but his voice sounded pained—the way someone sounds when they feel as though they’ve wasted their time, that their actions have been fruitless.
“You’ve made plenty of difference, Javier.” You began to speak but the man didn’t budge.
“Sure, there’s always going to be bad people in this world. But because of you there are less. You know just as well as I do that plenty more people would be dead if you hadn’t stopped Escobar.”
There was a silence that settled over your apartment—the only noise coming from the nightlife outside.
Javi finally moved—turning to stride toward your nightstand and stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray there. Your eyes never left his body as he walked around to the other side of your bed and slid back into his spot from before—his back to you.
A soft smile danced on your lips as you scooted forward and wrapped yourself around his body from behind. A quiet, soft sigh came from the man in front of you before he moved his hand and laced his fingers with yours—giving you a tight squeeze.
“Just a couple hours. I’ll be gone by morning.”
You really hoped he wouldn’t be.