Page 67 of Love at First Ink

She loved him. She knew that without a doubt. It was one of the only things she was certain about in her life, while everything else was up in the air. She needed to tell him, and she would. Soon.

Cisco pulled away from her too soon, leaving Marisol whimpering. She stuck her bottom lip out, grabbing hold of his lapels to pull him back. His deep, manly laugh did little to squash her lust.

“We need to go, Princesa. Let’s get to the car.”

“But—”

“Car. Now,” he said with a teasing smile on his face.

“Fine.” She wasn’t happy about it, but she led him out of her home and to the elevator. She waited until Cisco got in behind her to press G1 for garage, level one. On the way down, he kept his hand on the small of her back, but that was the only touch he gave her. Despite knowing he made the right call, her body felt betrayed, wanting even.

Cisco’s car was the first one she saw once they stepped out of the elevator. He moved past her to open the car door for her. As soon as Marisol was in, he shut the door and got in on the driver’s side.

“Do you need the address?” she asked him.

“Nah, I know where it’s at.” There was a slight strain to his voice that she couldn’t quite decipher.

Before she could ask him about it, Cisco turned on the radio and backed the car up. His hand moved to rest on the exposed skin of her thigh. The warmth of his hand instantly calmed her spiked nerves. Not over seeing her father, but the potential of her mother being there and acting…well, like her mother.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Cisco’s voice cut through the fog in her head. The hand on her thigh moved up, almost indecently so.

“Just about tonight. Nervous,” she admitted.

Again, his hand moved. This time under her skirt to finger the lace of her panties. Of their own accord, her legs spread slightly. As much as she could in her fitted skirt.

“Nervous?” he hummed, like it was a foreign concept to him. “How about I help calm your nerves?”

“How?” her breathy response came.

Instead of answering, Cisco’s hand slipped between her thighs and rubbed her through her panties. If this was his method of settling her nerves, she had to admit she was a fan. A big fan.

“Cisco.” She spoke his name like a warning. But a warning for what, exactly? “You’re driving,” she finished lamely.

“Very astute, Princesa,” he teased her. This time his finger slipped under her panties and rubbed the seam of her pussy. “But I’m very good at multitasking.”

“What if you crash?” She seriously needed to shut up because she didn’t want him to stop. If they crashed, they crashed. But she needed to feelsomethingafter she saw him wearing that suit.

“I won’t crash.” His finger found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. Soft whimpers filled the car. “Mmm, Princesa, your moans are better than any of my music.”

A part of her felt embarrassed, but another part didn’t care. She ground down on his finger, not caring if that made her look needy. Shewasneedy. “More,” she whispered.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you properly.”

Now he was toying with her. That cocky grin told her he could hear her; he just wanted to hear her ask again. “Cisco, more,” she said louder.

“Ah, that’s what I thought you said.” He chuckled as one finger plunged into her wet heat. It wasn’t his cock, which she would definitely get later tonight, but it worked for now.

The finger on her clit moved faster. The car rolled to a stop at the traffic light, and Cisco leaned over to kiss her neck. “You’re going to come on my fingers before we get there, Princesa.” It wasn’t up for debate. His words were final, and she had no problem following orders.

The light turned green, and Cisco moved back to the wheel. His fingers remained inside her, teasing and fucking her slowly. It was delicious and dirty, something she had never done before.

Each bump on the road and turn had Cisco going deeper inside her. She moaned and clenched around the second finger he added. While she writhed in pleasure, Cisco kept his eyes on the road, not acting differently than any other car ride. The only indication he was as affected as her was the impressive bulge growing in his pants and the white knuckles around the wheel.

A mile marker indicated they were close to their exit. Cisco must have noticed this at the same time because he was no longer playing with her. No, he was fucking her. His finger slidin and out of her with ease as wetness pooled between her thighs.

“Cisco…” she moaned, his name filling the car. Marisol’s hand flung out to grab hold of the door handle, trying to ground herself.

Her clit was so sensitive, and it only took one more touch to have her seeing stars. Her orgasm came on quickly, overtaking her body. She shuddered, moaning and arching her back off her seat.

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