Season 1, Episode 5
Juan POV
The entire room—no, the entire house—was tense. It was as if 20 elephants had dropped into the space the moment Carlton put foot inside. Everything felt constrained and tense. Elena has vanished, and while I knew I could find her in my room, I didn't want her to stay and cave in. She was not at fault in this situation.
"Where is she?" Carlton inquired.
"Did you just ask what I think you asked?" I turned to look at him. He was getting on my nerves, and I was kicking myself for not blowing his head in the darn van.
"What exactly do you want her for?" I asked, approaching him slowly. He looked behind him and began to back up.
"Chill, man, I just wanted to apologize." I grinned and grabbed him.
"What do you have going on in your head, Carlton?"
"N-nothing, man." He replied without looking at me. I drew him in even closer.
"You appear nervous, brother. I think you need to relax, buddy." I laughed. He started chuckling awkwardly, unsure if I was pulling his legs or not. My smile faded as swiftly as it appeared, as did his. He inhaled deeply.
"If you think saying sorry for once will mend things, you're mistaken, because guess what?" "Wha-what?"
"She's no longer your wife. She's a free woman, and before you go all legal on me about divorce, don't worry, the paperwork will be arriving in the mail shortly."
"Was this always your plan? To enter my home and fuck my wife?" He inquired.
"You've got a lot of things wrong there, buddy," I stated it quietly. I wanted to convey my messages without Elena hearing or becoming involved.
"First and foremost, this is my fucking house. She is not your spouse. I nearly fucked your ex-wife." I mocked him, laughing as I tapped his cheeks.
His eyes clouded, and he pushed me away with all his might. I decided not to fight back because I thought to myself, "One punch and he'd be gone." Camila also advised me to be courteous. But not next time. ********************************************************
Elena POV
I gave my feet a foot massage. I was lost in contemplation, so much so that I didn't notice the tall figure staring at me. I could see it in my peripheral vision, but my mind was elsewhere. I was devising a strategy to get out of here. Sure, I wanted to notify Juan about my plans, but I'm not sure if she'd want me to go. Plus, I didn't want anyone to convince me otherwise.
This was misery, and I knew I could get out of it by fleeing. I know the demons will pursue me, and I know some will capture me, but they will never return me.
When I looked up, I saw Juan beaming at me. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed across her lower chest. She was dressed in a black men's tank top, displaying her arm tattoo. I bite my lower lip, peering a little too intently. My gaze was drawn to her crotch, but I didn't linger there. She held out the key to her van.
I tilted my head, perplexed. "Right now, you and I on the beach." When I looked out the window, I noticed that it was dusty.
"It's late at night. Nobody goes to the beach late at night. Plus, it's a two-hour drive." I noted.
She chuckled, stretching out her hands as though she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "That's the whole point, Princesa."
"Don't you have to look after Carlton? He must be starving."
"Don't worry about him." She brushed it aside. I hopped out of bed, eager to go to the beach. Interesting fact: I've never been to the beach.
"I will change right now."
"No time." I was wearing a short flowery spring dress in blue, yellow, and rose pink. It wasn't the best thing to wear to the beach, and my mind immediately went to a bikini top and little shorts.
I bought swimsuits in the hopes that one day Carlton would fulfill my dream and take me to the beach, but that never occurred. I put on my sandal, which was next to the plant in the room. She held my hand as we proceeded down the stairs.
We took a step outside, and the breeze caressed my skin, making me shudder slightly. The sun had long since set, leaving only a bloody red tinge in the sky. I entered after she opened the door for me. She then entered on her side. She started the van, and it roared to life. She then took out her gun and set it on her lap.
"C-can I get a hold of it?" I inquired, my gaze fixed on the weapon. She laughed. Grabbing it and giving it to me. It was a little heavier. The tip was facing her, and she pointed it at the windshield. "It has no safety; I wouldn't want to blow my head, Princesa." She smiled.
It had a 'J' carved on the handle, which I assumed was the initials of her first name. I swiftly returned it to her lap. She took my hand in hers, her eyes dancing to mine, and I felt as if time had stopped to allow us our moment. She moved closer to me, and my eyes fluttered shut, ready for her lips to touch mine.
But after a few seconds, I open them to find her holding the seatbelt across my chest, preparing to insert it into the slot. I blushed and felt humiliated.
"Safety always comes first." She muttered near my lips. I fearlessly took her face in my hands and placed my lips to hers. I could feel my heart rate slowing and my mind relaxing every time we kissed. I've never used drugs, but I'd characterize her kiss as addictive as a drug. She started kissing me back, and I moaned into it, knowing she wanted it just as much as I did. Kissing her at random was quickly becoming my favorite pastime.
Her finger pressed against my cheeks, prolonging the kiss. Her lips sucked lightly on my bottom lips, then her tongue danced in my mouth, and her next hand plunged into my hot thigh. My fingers ran over her silken hair several times.
"I think I could get high off of your lips." She exhaled and drew back for a breath of fresh air. She put on her sunglasses and started backing out of the driveway. I glanced up and my eyes met Carlton’s piercing eyes, all the blood in my face drained away. I couldn't figure out why he was staring at me through the window. What a way to ruin the vibe.
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When we got to the beach, the stars were shining dimly, and what I assumed were large waves were now small waves that barely made it to the shoreline. I removed my sandals and exited the van. I moaned as I felt the soft sand between my toes. Juan appeared in my peripheral vision while I was pressing my toes into the sand.
"This feels so good," I muttered. She extended her hand for me to take, and I swiftly did so. My attention was drawn to her combat boots.
"Why don't you just take off your shoes?" "I've been here many times; I don't like the feeling of sand on my feet."
I lifted an eyebrow and laughed. I followed her to the rear of the van, where she was lowering the van's tailgate. I was surprised to see a blanket laid out in the back of it.
"We came here to gaze at the starry skies." She declared. She lifted me onto the van, and I crawled onto the plush blanket. I noticed two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. She took a seat next to me and began pouring the wine.
She offers me a glass, but I shake my head and say, "On medication, remember."
"Non-alcoholic." I smiled because she cared enough to remember. I took the glass and sipped the sweet, acidic liquid.
It tasted more like soda than wine, which I believe was due to the lack of alcohol. "Let's make a toast." She proposed.
"To what?"
"First time at the beach." I laughed.
"Don't tell me you're already drunk." She joked. My head shook.
"I toast to being happy." I raised my glass and delicately rubbed it against hers. I sipped on my wine. I stared there in astonishment as she sucked hers down.
"Yuck, that was a bit hard to swallow." She murmured, her gaze fixed on the glass.
"How comes."
"I am more of a whiskey girl." She responded with a wink. I followed her and gulped down the contents. "Tasted delicious to me."
We set our glasses down, and I gently tugged at her arms. She glanced at me, her eyes widening as she noticed me slowly lowering the strap of my spring dress.
"Elena." She spoke hoarsely.
"I don't think we should," she whispered, holding my arms. I shake my head, refusing to accept no for an answer. "I want you more than I can explain." Which is correct; I can't express how badly I need to feel her. I entice her into a passionate kiss; perhaps this will express how badly I desire her. I carefully begin to lie down, not wanting to break the kiss. Her lips began to move against mine with the same unidentified need.
I believe I chose the wrong sibling to marry. We looked at each other with half-closed eyes. Her fingers started to caress my stomach, but I jumped a little.
"It's all right, Princesa. I'm not going to harm you." My body heated red as she spoke. I was relieved that the starry heaven above us was keeping her from seeing it. She drew the next strap down, and now that my breast was in her line of sight, she began kissing me from my neck to my exposed breast. She took one in her hand and began fondling it.
"Juan...hmmm…Juan." I moaned as her warm tongue brushed across my tender nipples, causing my fingers to shoot into her hair and grab it. She gently yanked my dress down, causing it to wrap around my tummy.
She trailed kisses from my breasts to my abdomen before returning her attention to my next breast. My body arched as I felt pleasure like I hadn't felt in a long time—something I'd never felt before. Carlton would never go this far. He never takes the time to make me feel like a woman. It was always about him demonstrating how long he could go.
But Juan was different; her hands were fondling places I would never have suspected were pleasurable. I felt like a virgin experiencing it for the first time. Her moist tracks run down my stomach. My tummy was churning with butterflies. Even though she couldn't see, she was licking and sucking my bruises.
She peeled the rest of my clothing off, leaving me naked except for my Hello Kitty underwear. My mouth jerked open as her warm lips hit my abdomen again. No one has ever gone this far on my body; it was usually just from one set of lips to my neck. But this was on another level.
"Oh my God, Juan." I moaned louder than I had anticipated. Her fingers gripped the waist of my panties and gradually took them off. Her gentle eyes met my lustful ones. She began leaving wet trails from my ankle to my thighs as soon as my panties were removed. She dispersed my thigh. My heart rate increased as I waited to see her next action.
I don't think she'd do that—she wouldn't, right? She's a gangster; they don't do that very frequently, do they? Her breath struck my wet entrance once more. I took a breather—oh my God, I was dripping; I was so drenched.
"Juan, no," I muttered.
"I've ne-never done anything like that before." My brow furrowed together.
"Don't worry, Princesa, everything will be fine."
"Do you trust me?"
Surprisingly, I do. "With my life." I unexpectedly whispered.
"Good." Her fingers gently spread my lips, and she kissed them softly. "Oh my god!" I felt pleasure electrocuting my body, and at this moment I didn't know what to do or how to react, so I was a screaming mess.
Her chuckle, vibrated on my clitoral area, making me jump. Her tongue began to twirl on my clitoral area, my hands flew in her hair once more, and I strangely began to grind on her tongue. "Oh, Juan." I felt like I was going insane from the pleasure.
She grasped both of my thighs and pulled me more on her tongue; my thighs gripped her head tightly, afraid she'd disappear and cut my enjoyment short. I was slowly becoming greedy and wanted everything she had to offer.
She let go of one of my thighs and allowed her fingers to creep up to my door. Her large finger penetrated me, and my toes curled into the duvet. My fingers clutched her even tighter.
She growled in my clitoral region, sending a surge of ecstasy through me. Her fingers began to penetrate deep into my warm and overflowing hole. My stomach began to turn in a nice way. It was something unfamiliar.
"Juan! I'm not feeling well; I need to pee." I started to move away, but she shook her head, tightening her grasp on my thighs even more. Her lips clung to my clitoral region, and her fingers continued to penetrate.
"OH MY GOD, JUAN!" I yelled into the night. My mouth opened in terror as I felt liquid gush out of me. That's something I've never done before. When I looked at Juan's face, I noticed that everything was flashing in her face.
I hurriedly picked up my dress and was about to brush it away, my face flushed with embarrassment, but she stopped me.
"It’s fine; that's exactly what I wanted you to do." She began licking the substance from her lips, wiping it away with her fingers, and licking them again.
"You are very tasty." She spoke above my lips.
"Really?" With wide eyes, I inquired.
She laughed. "Yeah."
We lay down and looked up at the sky. The stars were obscured by thick clouds. She drew me into her arms and kissed my cheeks. I could smell my scent on her, and my thoughts began to drift to what had just occurred. I had no idea I could spout like that. All I knew was that I want that to happen again.
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