Kiss and Burn (10 page)

It
didn’t make any sense. At least not to him. He couldn’t grasp what compelled
him to push through the throngs of partygoers until he reached Carmen and
Addison. He couldn’t comprehend what made him look at the bride-to-be and say,
“I’m sorry but I have to take your friend now and fuck her on the nearest
surface I can find until she swallows her tongue and has to babble incoherently
for the rest of her life.” And he sure as shit couldn’t understand why he would
then grasp Carmen around the waist and toss her over his shoulder in a
fireman’s carry, but he did. Elijah Christopher Aaronson did all of those
things and he regretted
none
of them
for even a moment.

***

One
minute she was belting out the lyrics to a beloved Queen song and the next she
was upside down and staring at Eli’s ass. It was a nice ass; strong,
well-formed and amazingly good looking in a fabric that would do many an
injustice but his ass nonetheless.

“Erm…
Eli?”

He
grunted, continuing his trek through dozens of people.

“Wanna
tell me what’s going on?”

“Sex,”
he answered simply.

Carmen’s
mouth twisted and her eyes went back to that ass. She briefly considered
sticking her hands in his back pockets but then she got a vision of him
dropping her on her face from the unexpected contact and decided against it.
“Sex? Now?”

“Yes.”

“And
we’re not going to discuss your sudden need to pile drive my vagina?”

He
stopped momentarily. “Do you not want to have sex?”

Well…
yes.
She hadn’t gotten everything below
the waist stolen by a strip happy technician at the spa hours ago because she
didn’t
plan on baring it all for his
eyes and she certainly hadn’t been traipsing around with her labia in the wind
because she
didn’t
think it would
lead to his tongue being in inappropriate places. But it seemed a
little…sporadic. Eli had never stuck her as the type of man who didn’t have
some kind of schematic on what he wanted from the opposite sex. This was
different. He seemed very
tense.

“Carmen?”
he hedged.

“Seeing
as how I didn’t dig my nails into your esophagus and yank it out after you went
Barbarian, I’m going to say that yes, Eli, I
do
want to have sex with—whoa!” She was suddenly looking at the
world from the upright position, her back pressed against a wall.

Eli
loomed over her, palms against the surface above her head, chest rising and
falling harshly.

Carmen
glanced around. She could still hear the music and patrons but couldn’t see
anything past several levels of stairs. “The stairwell?” she asked, looking
back to Eli with a raised brow.

He
winced. “I wanted romance and soft bedding, I really did. Had every intention
of soft lighting and candles and sea breeze from the balcony while tropical
birds serenaded us but—”

Laughing,
she cut him off by gripping the nape of his neck and yanking his head down. She
pressed her smiling mouth to his until his guilt ridden frown melted and he
pushed her back into the wall. He flicked his tongue out against her lips,
waiting until they parted before he fully thrust it inside. Carmen’s fingers
went from the curly hair below his ears and slid to the collar of his shirt,
her other hand coming up and joining it as her nails raked against the outer
edges of his shoulders, drawing a growl from the depths of his throat. The
sound was like the striking of a cymbal in her core. She could feel the
vibration of the noise surround the hood of her clit, the nubbin swelling under
the intense arousal he’d induced. The shift of her legs made her aware of how
bare she’d gone earlier, the friction bringing a gasp from the middle of her
chest.

Eli
fisted her hair and tugged her head back firmly as he released her lips, only
to lick both before pulling each between his own, suckling until her lashes
fanned downwards and her eyes slammed shut. His free hand rasped up her torso,
his finger briefly dipping into her belly button before his digits caught hold
of her blouse’s tie and yanked it loose. With quick movements, he got the
garment unbuttoned and skated his pointer just over the tops of her half naked
breasts, the only thing standing between his touch and her nipples, the fabric
of her demi cup bra. Once again, he stopped his kiss but trailed his mouth down
her chin, the pulse hammering in her throat and then reached her exposed flesh.

“Pull
your bra down,” he rumbled.

Almost
unable to breathe, Carmen did as he commanded and watched as his eyes darkened
to something feral but he only stared, didn’t make a move to touch them.
Letting go of her hair, he gripped the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up
over her hips, delivering a strangled sound as he discovered the minimal hair
between her legs.

Without
being asked, she spread them and he practically ripped his jacket getting it
off before coming back to her. His middle finger pressed at the crease of her
pussy, dipped a bit and came back. He repeated the motion over and over until
she was following his hand, begging without saying a word for him to touch her.

“Pinch
your nipples.”

The
growled words spurred her into action. Without another encouragement, she
reached up and squeezed the painfully hard tips, staring as he watched with
rapt attention. Eli used his other hand to grasp the ever growing bulge that
rested against his right thigh. When he stroked it, a hiss left her clenched
teeth.

Finally
he used the moisture he’d collected to trace the outline of her clit. Carmen’s
moan echo around the space they’d taken for their play and a muscle in his jaw
leapt.

“I’m
going to fuck you,” he snarled.

“Yes,”
she panted, nodding fitfully.

“You’re
going to scream.”

“Yes.”

“My
name,” he told her, grabbing her hips and pushing her backwards while hooking
his hand into one of her thighs and lifting it to his waist. “
My. Name.”

At
any other moment, she would’ve stopped and asked, “Would you like me to give
you a title also?” But this wasn’t any other moment and she really wanted to
come,
now.

The
jerk of his zipper brought her mind back to what was important. “C-condom?” she
stuttered.

He
reached into his back pocket and pulled it out, handing it to her. “You do it.
I might rip the fucking thing.”

Trembling,
Carmen tore open the golden packet and reached into his unbuckled trousers,
grasping the meaty length of him in her palm. She ran her fingers around the flesh
and he groaned above her head, “Carmen.
Now.”

Almost
disappointed that she couldn’t play more, she rolled the latex down what would
bring her an
immense
amount of
pleasure and allowed Eli to take over. He rained kisses down her brow, jaw and
stopped at her lips, whispering, “I apologize in advance for any discomfort
experienced while on this ride. Please keep your hands and feet where they were
appointed at all times and allow me to say that I am more than pleased that you
chose this particular jaunt for fun and excitement.”

She
began to laugh but it came out as a choked breath when he teased her opening
with the head of his cock, easing it past the muscles at her core until half of
his length was seated. He then slid back out and repeated the action. Over and
over, he mocked her with just that portion. Mocked her, until she nipped
beneath his chin and whispered, “Elijah, fuck me. Make me scream.”

What
switch those words hit she did not know but he pulled his hips back, clenched
her thigh in his hand and rammed into her with enough force to go through the
wall. It wasn’t gentle, it was barely human but, she loved every minute of it.
The punishing strokes seemed to deepen with every push of his pelvis against
hers. They didn’t kiss now, simply exchanged exhales and inhales, lips hovering
mere millimeters away from one another’s as he shoved into her, twisting his
waist slightly on the thrust. Apparently feeling as though they weren’t close
enough, he curled her knee over his forearm, grinding into her until moisture
crested on her eyelids.

Carmen
gripped the sides of his face, pressing their foreheads together as a sounds
began to build in her throat. He bounced her on his cock until those sounds
came pouring out, alternating between slow screws and hard lunges, taking her
until she was screaming into his shoulder, begging; begging for him to stop,
begging for him to never stop, begging for him to make her come.

He
did. Right then and right there he whispered some of the most obscene things
against the shell of her ear. He told her how good her pussy felt, how he
couldn’t forget the taste, how he’d made himself come several times over
imagining the sound of her voice and the curve of her ass. Eli whispered all
these things and he made. Her. Come.

“My
mamá
would debone you if she knew what
you had me doing right now.”

Eli
only grinned. “That’s half the fun isn’t it?”

Carmen’s
lips quirked in response. “I’ll neither confirm nor deny the accuracy of that
statement.”

“Meaning,
yes,”
he retorted, placing his chin
on her shoulder. “Besides, this allows us to do something with our oral
fixations.”
 

She
turned her head to meet his stare. “I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

He
chuckled. “Unh-hunh.”

“Hush
and help me do this, man.”

Slapping
her hands out of the way, Eli used his own to roll the cigar. He’d tricked her
into this, a workshop offered by the resort where they got to learn the merits
of creating their own stogies. He told her that he hadn’t smoked in at least
six months but occasionally, he did like to visit the whiskey bar where tobacco
thrived. When Carmen had told him she used to enjoy Cubans before she had to
give them up for the sake of her taste buds, he’d formed the perfect plan to
give them a little bit of downtime and fun while the rest of the wedding party
ran about.

He
finished the task and held it up. “See? This is how you properly roll a cigar.”

She
took it from him, cut the tip and stared at it. “I really shouldn’t.”

“Probably
not.”

“But I
really want to.”

“Understandably.”

“And
just one couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Who am
I to judge?”

“They’ve
got the most amazing Sauvignon at the gift shop that would go perfectly with
this,” she continued wistfully.

“And I
saw that the house restaurant serves grilled oysters in fennel butter with
coconut prawns that would probably give you your first orgasm of the night,”
Eli commented.

She
gave him a look beneath her lashes. “Planning on giving me the other three?”

“Three?
That’s demanding,” he said, rubbing her arms. “But I could be persuaded.
However, this is all hypothetical isn’t it?”

Carmen
leaned forward. “When this cigar is done, I’m going to have to find
something
to occupy my mouth Eli.”

He
blinked slowly. “Right. Wine. Food.
Now.”

She
laughed as he pulled her out of the class with a quick wave to the instructor.
Soon they were placing a blanket on the sand and watching the tide roll in as
smoke curled through the air, plates and basket forgotten, goblets in hand.
Carmen lounged between his outstretched legs languidly.

“This
has been amazing,” she said.

“That
it has.”

“I’m
going to miss the food.”

Eli
snorted. “What for? You’re a kitchen Goddess.”

“This
is true but having someone else make things for me is always nice.”

He
grunted, then suddenly asked, “What made you become a chef?”

Feeling
nostalgic and a little buzzed, she glanced at him over her shoulder. “My
family.”

His
eyes ran over her face. “Meaning the ladies who frighten and amuse me?”

Smiling,
she nodded and continued, “Because we had nothing. We had to throw together
what we could for a long time until I found myself interested in making
something other than fried bologna and deviled eggs. One day I tried and
el resto es historia
.”

He
briefly squeezed her shoulder. “They’re lucky to have you.”

“Of
course they are,” she told him. “I’m incredible.”

Eli
never objected, they simply spent that time on the beach, watching the tide,
letting their cigars burn out as their voices carried into laughter and
conversation. Carmen’s nostalgia melted into things she wasn’t ready to admit
to herself. At least not yet. Not when those things terrified her.

***

“Pretty
certain that it’s entirely too early for this type of lascivious behavior.”

Carmen’s
sleep roughened voice didn’t deter him from the task at hand in the least. She
was right, it
was
entirely too early
but they’d have to get up in another two hours and spend the next day and a
half keeping a couple apart while preparing for that couple’s wedding and
trying all the while to focus on everything but sex.

This
meant that he wouldn’t be compromising on what he did or didn’t do to her this
morning. Oh no, before even one sliver of sunlight touched this part of the
Earth, he’d make sure she’d come at least twice and then once more, before they
fell back into the same slumber they’d had night after night since arriving.
She’d curl around him, one arm thrown across his waist, her head on his
shoulder, his finger’s brushing her hip while she rest one thigh on his own.
That would be later though. Much later.

“Don’t
care,” Eli grunted, grasping her thighs and tugging her into the middle of the
bed.

“I’m
comprehending that,” she murmured, watching him through heavy lids. Her hair
was everywhere and she had sheet creases lining her left side but to say she
was anything other than absolutely beautiful would be a crime in his eyes.

Rising
over her, Eli leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his nose across her cheek,
down her jaw and kissed the hollow of her throat. “Hi.”

One
small warm palm worked its way from his hip to his shoulders, rubbing in
soothing circles as she leaned up and caught his bottom lip with her teeth.
“Hi.”

The
last few days had been spent on the beach, tumbling around in crystal waves and
listening to
Ranchera
under the moon
while plying themselves with
albondingas,
caldo de pollo
and
carne guisada
at
local restaurants. They’d gone kayaking and body boarding, had taken a Salsa
class that Carmen was amazingly adept at and done a candle making workshop that
she talked him into. It had been… incredible. Her laughter, her voice, the way
she sputtered when he’d purposely flipped the kayak after she’d called him old
because he’d gotten tired of paddling half way through. To lie and tell himself
that he
wasn’t
falling would be the
greatest injustice he’d ever committed. Maybe she’d been right to deny him all
the time, maybe he needed those long weeks that stretched into months to
understand that his fascination with her wasn’t based on a visceral physical
attraction but the summon of just her smile.

He’d
gotten a taste of what it was like to truly
be
with Carmen Sanchez and he had no intention of giving that up. They’d
talked, they’d teased, they’d laughed and they’d made love in some of the most
dubious places. She was spontaneous and funny and ridiculously sexy. Eli was,
in a word, absorbed in her. He was totally, completely, absorbed.

When
she’d revealed why she’d become a chef the night before her gaze had been open,
full of nostalgia. From there she’d laughingly told him many stories of teenage
antics. Like the time she and Addison left a burning bag of dog shit in the
locker of a football player, who’d tried to date the both of them without the
other’s knowledge. And the first time they’d come to Mexico on their own, ran
out of money on their last day and Addison bartered her way out of a heavy
restaurant bill by flashing the
maître d’
.

Eli had
countered with his leaving Maikao naked and on the side of the road, after his
friend had replaced all of Eli’s boxers with pink panties. Then he told her
about the time they’d gotten stranded upstate after sneaking out to a concert
they had no business going to. Of course Carmen had asked how they’d managed to
get there and he calmly explained that his girlfriend at the time had driven
them but when Eli caught her trying to drunkenly stick her hand down Maikao’s
jeans, he dumped her on the spot and in return, she’d gone home without either
of them. They discussed his choice to become a fireman and her decision to remain
in Santa Fe despite getting offers to expand her restaurant to California.
They’d talked about everything except for what would happen when their vacation
in paradise was over and the real world kicked down their respective doors.

Carmen
avoided the subject despite his occasional hints that they could have dinner or
see a movie. She ignored his suggestion that if she needed to be closer to the
restaurant at any time she could sleep over at his place and she flat out
refused to answer him when he talked about them revisiting Cancun for another
week sometime in the fall.

It
worried him, it
frustrated
him. She
seemed to be in tune to everything else going on around them except for his
growing emotional pull to her. He didn’t know if it were purposeful or simply
because she was just that oblivious. He
did
know that he had one weapon on his side—sex. No matter how filthy, no
matter how late or early, Carmen never failed to deliver those little stilted
gasps or the mutters in Spanish or even a quick tug at his left ear with her
teeth. She loved every minute of it and Eli would continue to oblige until he
knocked down that one obstacle she consistently tried to put in their way. She
may not have seen it now but Eli was keeping her. He was
keeping
her.

“You
like
my lascivious behavior,” he
murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

Her
lips curled as she ran the heel of her foot over his calf. “More than I
should.”

He
snorted, traced her ribcage with his finger tips and nuzzled her beneath her
chin. “Good. I like you needy.”

One
brow went up. “
Needy?
Who said I was
needy?”

Eli
trailed a path of lips and tongue from her chin to her chest. “Your nipples are
hard.”

“Ah,
that’s the sudden sign of neediness? Because I have to tell you, I know a lot
of needy people.”

He
didn’t respond, just gave a counter clockwise lick around her areola. When she
curved a leg over his hip and thrust her chest upwards, he crowed, “See?
Neediness.”

“Shut…
oh, I can now see how you’d come to that conclusion,” she hissed as he popped
her nipple into his mouth and gently bit down.

Pushing
her breasts together he went from one tip to the other, lathing while she
buried her fingers in his hair, tugging. “Do you know how much time I spent
fantasizing about being able to kiss you
everywhere?
”
he whispered against her skin. “
Hours.
I’d
spend hours and I wouldn’t stop until something else broke my concentration.”
Making slight circles with his thumbs over her pelvic bone, he listened to the
way her breathing changed, grew choppy. “But do you know what I’ve enjoyed
kissing more than anything else?”

“Can’t
say that I’m opposed to finding out,” Carmen breathed, wiggling her hips as he
found her belly button with his tongue.

Eli
lifted his eyes and locked onto her gaze. “Your
coño.”

She clenched
the bottom rim of her perfect mouth between her teeth at the word. “You’re a
filthy man, Mr. Aaronson.”

He
chuckled, nipped her thigh. “I try to be.”

When he
turned her over onto her belly and positioned her on all fours, she gave him a
look over her shoulder that made his balls draw up and she rasped, “You’re
succeeding.”

Staring
down at the high, round globes of her ass, he bit the inside of his cheek and
ran his palm over the left side. “Remember yesterday when you decided to tie me
down so I couldn’t touch you while you swallowed me?”

“I’m
recalling that, yes.”

“And
then you left me with the most self-satisfied smile before saying, ‘
My incredible nature is unmatched and so you
remember, I’m going to take a shower while you stay there just like that.’”

“That
definitely rings a bell,” she laughed.

“Unh-hunh,”
Eli went right before bringing his palm down on the part of her buttocks it had
been so tenderly caressing.

Carmen
yelped.

“That
was for tying me down.”

Smack!

“That
was for leaving me in the wet spot which is entirely unsanitary and arousing
all at once.”

Smack!

“And
that was because I’m enjoying the color your ass is turning right now. I’d call
that a lovely shade of vermillion.”

“You’re
a dick,” Carmen grunted.

“I
accept that and my heart is still open,” he retorted dryly, reaching between
her spread thighs. “Oh look, what do we have here? Either you’re housing a
small stream between your legs or someone’s a kinky little kitty.”

She
couldn’t hide her chuckle. Said chuckle did however turn into a groan as Eli
flicked her clit and curled his finger back towards her opening, teasing it a
bit before giving her the tip of his digit. “Ah, kinky little kitty it is
then.”

Carmen
didn’t mouth off or call him anymore names, just bore down on that finger,
searching for the penetration that her arch back and splayed thighs begged for.
He loved it when she begged. It was cross from his name to God’s and then a
flurry of mumbles that he’d swallow down with his lips. His tongue left a wet
trail from the dip in her spine to her right cheek as his nibbled on it. Her
hands caught the comforter and he exchanged that bit of skin for the pink
glistening flesh between her legs, suckling at the space between her rosebud
and her core until she rolled her hips against his hand, pleading with the
mewls that rumbled up from her throat; sweet purrs that made his dick leak.