The convention was exhausting—hours of back-to-back meetings, handshakes, and forced smiles. By Friday night, all I wanted was a drink and some space to breathe. But Paco, my senior executive, had other plans.
"You did great today, Isis," he said, clapping me on the back like I was some prized asset. His hand lingered a little too long, his fingers brushing the small of my back as we walked out of the conference hall. I smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing.
We ended up at the resort’s beachfront bar, the kind with rattan furniture and a live band playing something smooth and sultry. The air smelled like salt and coconut, and the music was just loud enough to make conversation feel like an afterthought.
I ordered a mojito, Paco a whiskey neat. He watched me sip mine, his dark eyes tracing the curve of my lips around the straw. "You’re different from the others," he murmured, leaning in. His breath was warm against my ear. "Not just because you’re the youngest."
I rolled my shoulders back, letting my dress slip just enough to tease him. "What makes me different, *Ingeniero*?"
He chuckled, low and rough. "You know exactly what you’re doing."
Before I could respond, the band shifted into a slower, hypnotic rhythm. Paco’s hand found my waist, his palm hot through the thin fabric of my dress. I didn’t resist when he pulled me against him, my body molding to his like we’d been dancing together for years.
His cock was already hard, pressing insistently against my stomach. I ground against him, just enough to make him groan. "You feel that?" he growled, his lips brushing my neck. "That’s what you do to me."
I turned in his arms, my ass grinding against his thick length. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. "Ingeniero Herrera, you enjoying the dance?" I purred, twisting my neck to look up at him.
His response was a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue forced its way past my lips, tasting like whiskey and sin. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as his hands roamed lower, squeezing my ass before sliding up to palm my tits through my dress.
The bar blurred around us. I didn’t care who saw. All I wanted was his cock inside me, stretching me open, making me scream.
The elevator ride to his room was a blur of lips and wandering hands. His mouth crashed against mine again, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers fumbling with his belt.
The door barely clicked shut behind us before he had me pinned against the wall, his hands yanking my dress up to my waist. His fingers hooked into my panties, tearing them down my legs. I gasped as he dropped to his knees, his tongue dragging through my folds.
"Fuck, you taste good," he groaned before his mouth closed around my clit, sucking hard.
I cried out, my nails scraping against the wallpaper as his fingers replaced his tongue, two thick digits sliding inside me. He curled them just right, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his tongue worked my clit.
"Paco—*fuck*—right there—"
He didn’t let up, his free hand gripping my thigh to keep me still as I bucked against his face. My orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I came with a broken sob.
He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with hunger. "You’re gonna suck my cock now," he ordered, unzipping his pants.
I dropped to my knees without hesitation, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. He was already leaking, his precum glistening at the tip. I licked it off, savoring the salty taste before swallowing him down to the root.
"Goddamn," he hissed, his hips jerking forward. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head, my free hand cupping his balls.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my rhythm. "That’s it, *nena*, take my dick like a good girl."
I gagged around him, tears pricking my eyes, but I didn’t stop. Not until he pulled me up by my hair and crushed his mouth to mine again.
We stumbled to the bed, clothes flying everywhere. He pushed me onto my back, his cock prodding at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on.
"Fuck me, *Ingeniero*," I begged. "I want your cock inside me."
With a growl, he thrust inside me in one brutal stroke. I cried out, my nails raking down his back as he filled me completely. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine as he pounded into me.
"Your pussy’s so tight," he grunted, his breath ragged. "Fuck, I’m not gonna last."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. "Come inside me," I whispered against his lips. "I want to feel you."
His thrusts turned erratic, his cock swelling inside me. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and came, his cum flooding my pussy in thick, hot spurts.
We lay tangled together, his cock still twitching inside me as he kissed my forehead. "Miss Narvaez," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction, "you are *amazing*."
I grinned, biting his shoulder lightly. "And you’re *still* not done."
His laughter was dark, promising more. Much, much more.