𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 | 𝐣. 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

one: pretty boy

―chapter one:
                 

          IN THE DARK OF THE CLUB all Lucero could see was his sinful smirk and his mischievous blue eyes checking her out. He sat along with his friends, the outer rim of the glass cup touching his lips, nodding along whenever the man next to him would look over at him. She let out a small laugh as he pretended to listen to their conversation all while he stared at her - his lustful gaze send a shiver down her spine.

He watched her dance as if she was the only one there, but of course, she wasn't. There were perhaps a few dozen people in the club and a good amount of people on the dance floor, but he didn't care about them. He had eyes only for her, since the moment she step foot on the dance floor, his eyes locked on her. Watching her hips sway side to side, his eyes narrowed as her hands roamed her body, tightening his grip on the cup when she send him a teasing wink.

Feeling hands on her, she glanced over her shoulder seeing a different man dancing along with her. This one wasn't as pretty as the one sitting down, an idea blossomed in her head. Since the one she wanted hadn't made a move then she was going to play around till he decides to come. Turning back around, she locked eyes with her man and a breathy laugh escaped her red lips as she notice his expression. He wasn't pleased that someone else's hand was on her.

Keeping her eyes on him with a sly smirk, her hand slowly roamed down her breast, she could feel her breath hitched when his eyes darkened and followed her hand. He quickly looked back up at her eyes, raising his brow at her when she bite her lip. A challenging look in her eyes, daring him to come over and take her. Take her from this boring person who decided that he was worthy of dancing with her when they both knew that she wanted him.

Drowning his drink, he got up ignoring his friend's calls. Her heart rate picked up quickly, excitement filled her body waiting for him to finally make his way to her. Without removing his eyes from her, he spoke to the other guy: "sorry, man but she's mine."

Lucero had to bite her lip hard, preventing a wanton moan from leaving her lips. Despite the loud music in the backward, she could hear his voice clearly. He had a deep, raspy voice, and dear god, she couldn't wait for him to tell her all the nasty things he had a plan for them.

The guy made a noise disagreeing with him however before he could voice his thought: "beat it," the pretty boy smirked hearing her words. The guy grumbled before leaving them alone.

Her pretty boy didn't waste time before putting his hand on her hips, turning around so that her back touched his chest. Tightening his grip, lips against her ears as he whispered, "that wasn't nice."

Pushing her ass against him even more, "I'm not nice," she whispered out, wrapping her arm around his neck.

Their body moving together perfectly, he chuckles low: "oh, I gather that much."

Tilting her head to the side, giving him access so that his lips could make their way down her neck leisurely. Neither of them spoke as their body continued moving against each other, losing themself in the dance and in each other, strangely they were content in being in the arms of one another.

Song after song, they stayed pressed each other. No one bothered them as they were in their own little world. Hands roaming where they could reach, lips locked against one other or against the skin leaving marks of their time spent together.

It wasn't until well after midnight, she finally turned around wrapping her arms around his neck bringing him closer. Her lips covered his in a long heated kiss that left them both short of breath. Her brown lustful eyes stared at his equally lustful ones, "wanna leave?"

His lips brushed against her swollen ones, "my place is closer."

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        HER LAUGH ECHOED THE SILENT ROOM, pushing her against the door of his room their lips locked once again. Every kiss filled with raw lust - breathing fast, heart rate faster. His hand tighten against her thighs, pushing his hips closer to hers, her moan broke the kiss feeling how hard he was. "Fuck," she closed her eyes as his lips attacked her neck.

He smirk against her skin, "don't worry I'll fuck you good but first," he turned around carrying her towards his bed, letting her hit the mattress. Their eyes locked just for a moment, just enough for them to feel the intensity of the moment.

Her laugh before the moment, "is that right?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement and a hint of teasing.

No words were said as he got down to business; undoing her jeans, pulling them off, kissing from her calf upwards, slowly, his hands on her legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. Arching her back in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. Her head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first of many moans escaping her lips, "that's right, sweetheart. But first, I'm going to make you beg for it."

She lets out a half-moan, half-laugh when he bit the inside of her thigh, she looks down at him with a brow raised: "I don't beg."

His eyes darken, biting down harder on her skin before slowly licking his bite mark, but smiles widely at her: "oh, I will make you beg." his chuckle was low and dark, "make you beg," his lips touched her skin softly going upward, "over and over," from her stomach to her breast, "and when you do," his kisses stopped when he was right above her, "I'll fuck you hard and fast till the only words coming from that pretty mouth of yours is my name."

She opened her mouth yet no words came out as he smashed his lips against her. Feeling his hands enter from below moving fast, their tongues entwined in a heated kiss, his fingers changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timing to his movements. Breaking the kiss, his eyes locked on her face, watching her reaction, feeling how her legs move, watching her body writhe.

He clenched his jaw, moving his finger faster and hard, as her back arches and hands tighten on the sheets. He continue to tell her that he was going to make her beg for it and she let out a moan, unable to articulate a response when his finger touched that sensitive spot. In seconds his finger fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind before stopping then he's on her again. If it's begging he wants, he's going to stop long enough for her brain to start working again, but that's okay because they have all night long and it so happens he loves a good challenge.