Book 2: Beginning Again -Carlos Sainz

Chapter 10

The room felt hot to Marie. Like if they were in a car, the windows would be fogged up and have condensation rolling down the glass. It felt like she was creating so much body heat she might as well have been a furnace. Carlos' strong body pressed into hers as they made out on the bed. Marie could practically feel every single abdominal muscle through his shirt as she ran her hands up and down his torso.

"God damn he's in good shape," she thought to herself as she gripped his muscles. He had muscles that Marie didn't even know existed, let alone could turn her on. She was quick to work the shirt he was wearing off his head, aching to run her hands down his bare skin. He shifted his weight so that one of his hands was free to start roaming down her body, using the other to take his weight as he hovered over her.

Carlos himself wasn't sure how he got to this position, but he wasn't mad about it. All he knew was that the door opened, and he went for it. Regardless of how it may have happened, he was pretty content with the results of the evening as he unbuttoned her jeans. It had been a bit of a dry spell for Carlos himself as he was drowning in meetings, stress, and expectations to reach for the end of this year. He still had a bit of a roster that he went through when he was in each city, but he barely had the time to even text those girls. He couldn't deny the fact that he had been thinking about this moment from the first time he laid eyes on her, mentally smirking to himself at his success. He started moving the zipper down, going tantalizingly slow. He felt her back start to arch in aching for him to get on with it, but he just smiled in response. She was clearly going crazy for it.

"Carlos, don't tease me. I haven't been laid in months and I'm really... pent up," her words came out breathy.

"Shhhhh, please. Let me do my work," he said as he sat up and reached to grab the waistband of her pants, tugging them off as he stared at her. He moved his finger to the waistband of her underwear, letting a single finger trail down until he was met with the wetness that was already soaking through.

He smiled, hard.

"I can really tell how much you hate me," he said as he moved the fabric to the side after feeling it.

"Shut up," she mumbled back, rolling her eyes as she looked at the grin that was on his face. As if his ego needed to get any bigger. He leaned down and started kissing down her neck, which was already turning purple at this point. He reached down to her boobs, moving his mouth to cover one of her nipples as he slid two fingers into her.

"Oh my go-" she started before she slapped a hand over her own mouth. He reached up and removed the hand from her mouth.

"No, no. I want to hear you when you scream my name," he said.

"Carlos, my dad has the room next door, unless you'd like to explain that to him?"

"Guess we will have some good practice at being really quiet," he said with a smile before he returned to what he was doing. He looked up at her face every so often, letting her reaction to him turn him on even more. She had her head thrown back against the headboard and her back arching up to his fingers. He could tell how much effort it was taking her to stay quiet, as she sometimes let out very soft whimpers when he hit the right spot. His thumb rubbed circles around her spot, making her feel little jolts of electricity down her legs. It drove Carlos insane, as he could barely control himself at the sight of it all, especially knowing that he was the one responsible for her state. His patience was wearing thin as he couldn't stop imagining how it would feel to replace his fingers with a different appendage. He kissed every possible place on her skin, leaving behind traces of popped blood vessels in his wake with the pressure he applied. He wanted her to ache for it. She had her hands weaved into his hair, gripping it tighter as he moved his fingers. He stopped to look up at her, meeting her eyes. She relaxed her grip on his hair, meeting his gaze.