Chapter Six

He felt like a piece of meat… and not in a way he liked. Generally, he wouldn’t have minded two beautiful women throwing themselves at him, but the list of reasons he wasn’t happy about this situation was far longer than any reason he might have enjoyed it.

He wasn’t overly surprised when Elena had thrown herself at him. After all, she’d already done it once and considering their ‘relationship’ he was honestly more surprised she hadn’t tried more than just a kiss. But Camilla, something about that woman put him on edge, and to have her trail a finger down his chest... well, even thinking back on it sent a shudder down his spine. That was his eldest brother’s wife, a woman who had known him since he had barely been 16 years old. Now she was looking at him with fuck-me eyes and it did not sit well with him. Of course, she’d tried this once before back when he’d been 18 and he’d turned her down then too. The fact that she didn’t seem to give a shit was what threw him off the most. Would she try again? How far would she go to get what she wanted out of him?

His mind whirled, pondering all of these questions and more as he wandered the halls of the house. He fell into an old habit of walking aimlessly when he got deep in thought and when he finally snapped himself out of his little self-induced trance, he was near the kitchen.

A smirk came across his face, realizing that in his subconscious wanderings he’d sought out the one place that he’d been able to find comfort in his younger years. For a moment, he thought about checking to see if Lucia or Manuel were hanging about, but then he realized he was looking for a different sort of comfort. He ran a hand through his hair, still not used to the shorter cut he was sporting nowadays, and turned his back on the kitchen. Lucia and Manuel had been great, they always would be. But he needed Maia.

When he walked back into the set of rooms he and Maia had been sharing, he found her lounging on the couch idly flipping through a book. He had always hated that couch. An overly ornate, white and gold-trimmed monstrosity that his late mother had picked out. The woman, may she rest in peace, had always had a stranglehold over the decorating in the house and Ignacio had hated it.

Yet, seeing Maia there, once again in that white dress, lounging there as if she owned the place… it made him appreciate that horrible old couch in a whole new way. She looked like a goddess laying there. The way the dress flowed like water over the beckoning curves of her body. The way her hair, ever a tantalizing mess of tight, dark curls, framed her face like a halo when she left it free the way she had. His heart skipped in his chest and his breath left him when she looked up at him with those honey-brown eyes of hers. She was gorgeous and the sight of her filled him with the exact sort of comfort he had been looking for.

“Hey, you,” she said, eyeing his shirtless body. “How was your shower?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he just walked into the room, shut and locked the door behind himself, dropped the towel from his shoulders and went straight towards her. When he reached her, he plucked away the book she had been reading and set it off to the side.

“Hey!” She began to protest, sitting up slightly.

With a hand against the backrest of the couch to brace himself, he leaned towards her and pressed his lips against her hungrily. Any protesting comments she might have had were stifled and she instead returned his kiss. He could tell he had thrown her off by the way she hesitated for the barest of moments, but the way she melted into the kiss and reached up to stroke his cheek and neck told him she was happy about it.

He lowered himself further onto the couch with her, the hand not holding his weight managing to find the curve of her hip and held firm to it while his lips worked against hers eagerly. He thrilled at the feeling of her hands sliding across his bare shoulders and chest, spurred on by the way her hands slipped around to his sides and gripped him tight. The hand he held at her hip slid around to her lower back, holding her closer as his head tilted and his tongue slipped out to tease between her lips.

She responded in turn and they continued to make out heavily for some time, their hands wandering greedily over every available inch of one another all the while. While Maia let her fingers trace along the muscles of his chest, Ignacio’s hand slipped downward to find its way under that white dress she wore. He wanted to feel the warmth and desire of her in his hand. His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, tracing tenderly across the curve of her body until they found that sensitive slit.

Maia moaned into their kiss and Ignacio responded with a smile and a little rumbling moan of his own. They kissed, his fingers danced and with every passing moment, Maia grew wetter and wetter for him. He felt himself growing harder as he teased and toyed with her, the gym shorts he wore doing little to hide his erection.

Maia took notice, snaking a hand around and between them so she could take a firm hold of his girth. He groaned, pushing two of his fingers slow and deep inside of her in response to her hand at his cock. He felt her hips begin to rock slowly against his efforts and again, he smiled. He knew what she wanted, but he was going to make her wait for it… just for a little while. He loved the sight of her squirming, breathless and begging, too much to give in so quickly. Besides, he needed this moment of control and power to shake off what had happened earlier in the hallway.

He used his body and his lips to keep her prisoner there against the couch, his lips finally shifting from her mouth to the sharp angle of her jaw and then to her neck. Even still, his hand rubbed and massaged her pussy with a gentle kind of dominance that had her dripping wet. She cried out now that her lips were free to do so, moaning as she writhed at his touch.

“Oh fuck, Ignacio…” She gasped.

“Shhh…” He breathed against her neck, his hand never halting for a moment.

She did as she was told and shut up, which was somewhat out of character for her. Or, rather, she did her best to shut up as she had been told. She could do nothing about the moans and sighs of pleasure he forced out of her. He nibbled softly at her neck, easing up on her pussy just slightly while he focused on her neck. He loved the taste of her. No matter what part of her his lips passed over, he found her delicious.

When she started to grind her hips up towards him again, he gave in slightly and slipped his fingers deep inside of her once again. Slowly, he pulled them from her, all the while his thumb rubbing soft and teasing against her swollen pink clit. She moaned, her grip on his cock tightening, as her hips rolled hard towards him again. He finger-fucked her for a few moments, licking slowly up the length of her neck before gently nibbling on her earlobe, until he couldn’t hold himself at bay any longer.

Slipping his fingers slowly from her, he pushed her hand away from his cock, enough that he could pull it free from his gym shorts. That was all the warning he gave her before guiding the head of his dick up against her wet, warm and welcoming pussy. With a solid thrust of his hips he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, holding himself there to enjoy the moment.

She tightened around him and he gasped. The feel of her pussy gripping his cock like it would never let go sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, causing his hips to grind harder against her with the need to push deeper inside of her. His grip on the back of the couch tightened and the hand he had at her lower back pulled her close.

When he felt her tense, and dig her fingertips into the muscle of his sides and back, he let slip a purring growl against her neck and began to slowly pull himself from her. The sensation caused the both of them to shudder and let loose a breathy ‘oh’ in near unison and it was all Ignacio could do to keep his carnal lust from taking over completely. He restrained himself, teasing and torturing the both of them as he drew out the pleasure. Slowly, inch by throbbing inch, he plunged into her once more.

Maia’s head tilted back as she moaned deeply, exposing more of that elegant neck for Ignacio to ravage his lips upon. He held her tight, keeping her undulating hips as still as he could manage as he fucked her tantalizingly slow. He wanted to feel control, to feel dominant and in command of her. It was out of character for the normally soft, tender and romantic Ignacio… but it seemed Maia didn’t mind as she purred in pleasure for him, and that was all that really mattered, though it was good to know he had this sort of thing in him…

He’d reached the point where he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Buried deep inside of her, he rotated his hips as they pressed hard against her. He could feel every inch of her wrapped around his cock and each time his hips moved, his dick throbbed and Maia gasped. Grinning, he licked up along the slope of her neck to her ear.

“Do you like it slow?” He growled against her ear, punctuating it by pulling his dick slowly from her. “Or do you want it fast and hard?”

Before she even had a chance to do more than moan in response to his questions, he thrust himself into her with the speed and force he knew she wanted. The way she arched her back, the way her pussy clenched around him, told him he had read his woman right. Of course, there were her gasping cries to clear up any confusion he might have had.

“Oh fuck, Ignacio!” Maia cried, her head still tilted back against the armrest of the couch. “Just like that… fuck me hard.”

His grin had persisted this entire time and when she begged for him to fuck her, that grin threatened to split his face in half. He was more than happy to oblige her, his dick throbbing at the thought of it, and he slid his hand from her lower back to the curve of her ass for better leverage. Without hesitation, he gave her exactly what she asked for. With a hard and heavy rhythm, he plunged his cock into her over and over again, fucking her like a jackhammer.

She was wet and warm, and his cock ached with pleasure every time he slid inside of her. With nearly every thrust of his hips, a gasping groan or a guttural growl would push past his lips and rumble against her ear. He could have fucked her like that forever, and for quite some time he did, but he didn’t want to waste all of the fun on a single position.

With one final, hard slam of his hips against her, he groaned and then pulled himself completely free of her. The cool air of the room a shock against his cock, once hot inside of her, now dripping with her juices and he drew in a deep breath through his nose. He stood up, wrapping a hand around his wet dick to stroke it as he stood, his eyes locked onto her breathless form on the couch.

“On your knees, I want to see your ass,” he commanded her, feeling a thrill run up his spine as the words left him. He never knew he enjoyed being so dominant, until now.

Maia said nothing, falling into the submissive role without skipping a beat. She did, however, gently bite her lower lip as she let her eyes wander over him from head to toe. Those amber eyes of his flashed and a hint of the dragon within him glinted within them. Maia knew what it meant, and he could see her entire body tense with anticipation. He watched as her nipples, hidden only by the thin white fabric of her dress, hardened and beckoned to be rubbed.

A growl burbled in his throat as he watched her push herself up from the couch and crawl onto her knees, all the while gripping and stroking his hard dick. She licked her lips as she turned her ass towards him, leaning over the back of the couch just the way he wanted her to. He reached out with his free hand, pushing up her white dress to reveal that beautiful, ochre-kissed ass of hers. Again, he growled, snarling softly through his teeth as he stepped forward and brought the head of his cock against her.

Now it was his turn to lick his lips, his eyes watching as he teased and toyed with her clit using the head of his dick. She moaned, her fingers tightening against the back of the couch, and she began to wiggle her ass slowly from side to side against him. That grin of his returned and his free hand gave a resounding and solid smack to her plump left ass-cheek before sliding to her hip where he took a firm hold.

Slowly, he began to press himself harder against her, groaning when the head of his cock slipped between those wet lips of hers. His newly free hand then slid around her hip, down across her belly to where it could dip between her legs. As he fucked her from behind, his fingers worked against her clit, rubbing at a pace to match the rhythm of his dick. He watched her as he worked her over, grinning at the sight of her moaning from his touch.

It wasn’t too long before he gave into his urges again and began to fuck her harder and faster, abandoning his work against her clit in favor of gripping both of her hips for better thrust. Each time he slammed his hips against her ass, burying himself within her, he felt her pussy tighten and her body tense. He wanted her to cum, to feel her release all over his cock.

“Cum for me, Maia,” he murmured in a low tone. “I know you want to…”

Even as he spoke he never once let up on her. She offered him no words in response, but instead pushed herself back against him hard and with every thrust. By her gasping moans and more frequent cries of ecstasy, he knew she was close and so he bore down on her all the more. It was only a few more moments before she seemed to burst with pleasure.

She let loose a long, moaning cry and her entire body tensed in his grasp. His cock felt it as her pussy clamped down around him tight and vicious before her entire body seemed to relax all at once. With that release came a wash of warm, wet cum from her that bathed his cock and came dripping out onto his balls. He growled in pleasure, taking that as his cue to fuck her harder. The action brought him to the brink of his own orgasm and at the very last moment before he felt himself blow, he pulled quickly from her and let himself cum across that plump, pert ass of hers. The sight of his hot, white cum splattered across her dark ass sent another throb through his spent cock and he growled out a sigh of satisfaction.

Maia glanced back at him then, those honey-brown eyes slightly hooded and a sated little smile across her face. He loved the sight of her like that, with her dress bunched at her waist, ass in the air and covered with his cum. She cooed at him and sighed, letting her eyes close as she basked in the afterglow of their session. He licked his lips again, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around the room. With quiet motion, he tucked himself away and cleaned up the mess he had left splashed across her ass with the towel that he’d tossed aside earlier.

That done, he settled himself down on the couch beside her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close with a happy little sigh. She nuzzled up against him, laying a hand against his still bare chest where she gently traced a fingertip against his skin.

“Where did that come from?” She asked, glancing up at him with a smirk. “Not that I’m complaining, of course. Because it was amazing.”

He laughed softly, mostly because he didn’t want to admit where that had actually come from. It probably wasn’t the smartest choice to tell the woman he loved, and had just fucked, that his suddenly dominant and forceful antics were the result of two other women throwing themselves at him and then fighting over him like a piece of meat. He decided to go with something else, though still the truth.

“Honestly, the way you looked laying here when I walked in…” He trailed off, letting her finish the thought on her own.

“Well then, I’ll have to lounge around in a white dress while lazily reading more often then, hm?” She quipped at him, sitting up just enough to plant a quick kiss against his cheek.

He just laughed, shaking his head as he pulled her in closer for a deep hug. Something about having her in his arms was so calming. He felt right when he was with her, though he wondered if he should broach the topic of the two of them leaving the estate soon. He no longer felt that staying around was a good idea, but even as the question lingered on his tongue, he knew it wasn’t the right time to bring it up. Maia seemed to have finally gotten comfortable here… and she deserved the chance to relax and be comfortable for a while. Not to mention, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Ironically enough, the very same thoughts were wandering through Maia’s head as well. Should they stay, or should they go?

If only they knew how perfectly matched they truly were, as both of them made the silent choice in their own minds to leave the words unsaid and simply… enjoy one another for as long as they could. The time to talk of serious things would come soon enough. For now, they both wanted nothing more than to bask in this moment of serenity for as long as possible.