GREENE | CS55

24 - This

cw: smut. skip to the break in the chapter if you wish to not read it.

The room around Pierce transformed into an untapped supply of Carlos Sainz the instant her lips met his. The awareness of what line they were crossing only made the moment that much more decadent. Giving freedom to temptation as it reared its ugly head and took form upon Pierce's writhing figure. It came naturally at this point, as though Pierce and Carlos had been waiting, readying, for this night.

Carlos was the air that she breathed, huffing relentlessly as she gasped for air whenever she could. He was the ground beneath her, even as he stood, lifting Pierce into the air and effectively transferring her into, what Pierce assumed was, the bedroom.

A timely moan sounded, followed by another, and then another, indistinguishable at this point as to whose heated groans of desire belonged to who. Pierce allowed Carlos' tongue entry against her own, and a fire lit within her. A fire that only Carlos, in this moment, could put out.

Carlos settled down on the edge of the bed, sliding his hands from under Pierce's thighs as soon as her shins met the soft, unmade comforter. Before Pierce could complain at the loss of his touch, they returned, surveying underneath her loose fitting black t-shirt with a type of ease and a familiarity, a confidence, that shocked Pierce. Cool air skimmed her bare midriff, quickly quelled by the smooth touch of Carlos' palms busying themselves against her.

"Is this okay?" Carlos broke their contact only for long enough to get his words out.

Pierce's chuckle vibrated against his lips at the pureness of his question, the innocent beg reminding her it was Carlos. Her Carlos. Her teeth grazed the lower portion of his lips, happy to note a trace of her peppermint balm tingling against the tip of her tongue. It wasn't okay; she wanted more of this, whatever this was.

But she wouldn't rush him, they had all night. "This is more than okay, Carlos."

He made a sound from his throat, welcoming Pierce's lips back onto his, her tongue only giving him a preview of what was to come. Again, his hand made it's home at the small of her neck, his fingertips tangled in the throws of her brown locks, using a light pressure to keep her there. Like if he didn't, she'd slip out of his sights again.

Carlos wouldn't let that happen, though he had a preying feeling that this time, it wouldn't.

He gazed up at her, wide-eyed and curious, and entirely at her beck and call. Submitting himself to her. His fingers trailed against the bottom edge of her t-shirt, his eyes shifting to form a wordless question that screamed from his core the higher and higher her shirt lifted.  Pierce drew her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding in confirmation. Do it.

That was all he needed.

Pierce ground her hips against the obvious desire growing in Carlos' prodding crotch, the physical embodiment of what she knew to be true. Carlos wanted her. She didn't know how long she knew it for, how long she had been trying to ignore it, but there was no more ignoring it.

Not when she wanted him just as bad.

"Pierce," he parted his lips, stuttering the woman's name. The sound alone mixed with her unmet desire for more of him was enough for her to throw her head back, bracing her hands on his knees behind her. Carlos took her in, the siren Pierce had transformed into. No trace of light remained in her chocolate brown hair, growing ever darker the further it flowed down the side of her body. Falling over her chest, as exposed as he'd ever seen it, save for the lacey black-wire bra that nested her breasts up at the crown of her toned and long core.