WEST COAST 18+

24.

W E S T C O A S T

The last time Daniela saw Shanti was when she was telling her she was going home. Shanti went on to say that Fernando could take her, but she glanced behind Daniela to see Enrique. She quickly zipped it with her eyes going wide and let them walk by her, telling her friend to have a very good night.

Call him a bad friend, but Enrique ain't know where the hell Berto was. He wasn't about to miss a night with Daniela either trying to figure out, exiting the club with her. There were a bunch of people lingering around in the parking lot, folks out smoking and partying. That was tempting, but being alone with Enrique was more fitting. So, Daniela got comfortable in his passenger seat and let him take her home.

Daniela couldn't take her eyes off of him. He looked so sexy driving. It was his body language, making her lift out of her seat to share a few kisses with him at the red light.

There's this obsession between them; of course they were fucking tonight.

After a failed attempt to find her house keys, Daniela walked into Enrique's mother's home. This put a damper on her mood because she knew her folks weren't going to be there, meaning Enrique could've dogged her out, and she wouldn't have to hide it. But now it seemed like she either uses a pillow to cover her face or drive nearly forty minutes to his spot.

"No one's home?" Daniela asks after meeting pure silence. They passed a couple of rooms, but she heard nada.

Enrique was walking ahead of her. "Nah. They went to see some family. I'm house-sitting until they get back—which is really code for I needed an excuse to see you," turning around to see Daniela smirking.

"I'm flattered," she said, placing her hand on the wall when she stopped along with him. "When they coming back?" She hoped not tonight. Please say not tonight. They could drive out to his house, but that was a lengthy ride. She needed him now.

"Tomorrow afternoon," Enrique answers, watching her sigh in relief. "Someone's eager," Daniela smacking her teeth. "Here's the bathroom," Enrique said after flicking on the light while in the hallway. She said she had to go, which is why he took her here. "Meet me in my room when ya done," he said as she went around him, Daniela's cheeks rising with her smile.

"Mind grabbing me a water?" she asks before entering the bathroom, Enrique making his way to the kitchen to get one.

Daniela didn't take long in there, making sure her hair looked alright before coming out and turning off the light. She walked down the hallway to his old bedroom, figuring it was his since the door was open. This rush of nerves circled her that she was fully alone with him, her thoughts going wild. Daniela knew she wanted to fuck this man, but she wasn't sure how to approach her wants for the first time in her life.

While shutting his door, Daniela spoke, "Learn to close your legs when sitting down, Enrique," but who was she fooling? She loved man spreaders.

"Close em' for me," Enrique replies while looking up from his phone, seeing her head his way.

"If I do, I'm squishing ya balls."

He grins. "Promise?" Daniela passing him to take the space next to him on the bed. He handed her the water she asked for, Daniela taking it and cracking it open.

"I like the vibe in here," she complimented, taking a glimpse around the very clean space while her thoughts raged with sex. Her mind was like we could fuck here, we could fuck there.

"'Preciate it. I haven't fixed much since I moved out," he responds, observing her closely.

"How long have you lived by yourself?" she asks.