Chapter Eight

A.N. Canon? wtf is canon?

Emma fumbled with her keys, her heart pounding in her throat as she finally got the jagged metal to slide into the lock. He was right behind her, wide frame partially blocking the menacing wind from whipping her hair around her head and into her face.

She felt slightly high, or maybe drunk despite only having one shot at work several hours ago. There was a dull buzzing occupying her lower belly, excitement, or nervousness, maybe some marriage of the two.

The door squealed open, the hinges all rusty and worn from the salt in the air, the damp quality of San Francisco that never quite let anything dry out.

"I'm sorry about the mess, I didn't have time to--" She started. She had time to drop her bag and keys on the table by the door, but not enough to finish her sentence or kick her shoes off before Javier was on her. Big hands tugging at her waist, hot mouth fusing to hers in a heated embrace that had the buzzing in her lower belly going all liquid and needy.

"Where's-- mmph--bedroom?" Javier managed to mutter against her lips, the low baritone of his voice making her insides cramp up.

"Down the hall." She gasped as he started half dragging, half carrying her in that direction, the toes of her sneakers skidding across the hardwood, knocking against his boots.

She clawed at his shoulders, the taut muscle in his arms, worried he would drop her or trip over her with his mouth still fused to hers. But he had a strong grip on her waist, and his footsteps were precise, calculated, the heels of his boots clicking loudly against the wood.

The whole apartment smelled like her, sweet honeysuckle and strawberries and fucking Christ he felt dizzy, surrounded by her, encompassed in that ambrosial scent, the delicate softness of her skin, and her hair, and her voice... when she wasn't screaming at him.

He dropped her on the bed, kicking his shoes off in haste, then grasping one small calf at a time, tugging her sneakers off and letting them land with a soft thud at his feet.

"Scoot back, chiquita." He ordered, watching her heels dig into the mattress, as she shuffled herself closer to the headboard.

He relished in a small chuckle at her hurried motion, the wide-eyed look of eagerness on her pretty face.

"Don't laugh at me." She warned, her little nose scrunched up in annoyance.

"Don't give me reason to." He hummed, crawling over her, one knee between her thighs, the other caging in her hip.

"I didn't, you--" She began, her voice straining with irritation before Javier shut her up by locking his hand around her jaw and devouring her mouth.

She felt the switch click, her tummy aflame with white hot desire that burned down and crackled away in her pelvis.

She whimpered as his tongue pushed into her mouth. It was all frantic and frenzied, teeth clattering and hands gripping and tugging at one another.

"Need to taste you, chiquita." He grunted, forcing himself to pull away so he could begin ripping her shirt off, his fingers curling around the bottom of her blouse and yanking it off over her head. Her perky little tits caught the hem of the fabric, being tugged up and then released, bouncing a bit before they settled. The hard, puckered knots of her nipples made his mouth water, and before she had a second to recover from their kiss, his mouth was on the right one, lapping at that sensitive bud while he took the other one in his large hand, squeezing it hard.

She let out a ragged breath, the sensation ripping something open inside of her as she curled back against the mattress, desperately trying to grind against his thigh to relieve the pressure that had grown wicked in her cunt.

"Patience baby." His voice vibrated against her breast as he peered up at her underneath the thick fan of his lashes. His brown eyes-- pupils so blown out they looked black-- locked on hers and she whined, tugging at the dark locks of his hair to cope.

He smushed her tits together, rubbing his face against that velvet, pliable skin, sucking at one nipple, then dragging his face to the other and nipping at it.

So pretty, so, so pretty. Will I ever get enough?

She writhed underneath him, the stimulation almost too much as his mustache tickled that sensitive skin, his searing mouth sucked and bit and turned her into a quivering fucking mess.

"Ja-Javi please." She spat out, unsure what she was even asking for, just knowing that the need in her cunt was growing painful.

"I know, I know." He mocked, letting his tongue drag down the soft, giving space between her ribs, which heaved, rapidly sucking in air as he neared the waistband of her jeans.

So mean, he's so fucking mean.

"Impatient, needy little thing." He tutted, skilled fingers undoing the button of her pants and slowly dragging the zipper down.

He teased her like he wasn't a moment away from cumming in his pants just from the sounds she made, the warmth of her skin, the overwhelming scent of honeysuckle. He could feel his dick leaking in the tight confines of his jeans.

"Lift your hips for me, honey." He crooned, a smirk pulling up one side of his lips as she scrambled to comply.

He yanked them down, tossing them off the side of the bed as his eyes trailed slowly up her legs, drinking her in until his focus snapped to her panties... the ones he'd had his hand down only a few hours ago, but hadn't seen yet. Blush pink, with white lacy trim and a bow, a goddamn bow at the top.

She's wrapped herself up like a fucking present for me.

He groaned, low in his throat, the sound made her shiver as she propped herself up on her elbows so she could look down at him, knelt between her thighs, his eyes locked on her pussy.

"Bonita, did you wear these just for me?" He asked, his voice low and dreamy as he leaned forward and traced the soft skin just above her panties with one, thick calloused finger, then dipped it below, snapping the elastic.

She jolted, her heart pounding a beat faster in her chest. To be honest, she hadn't really thought much about her choice of underwear that morning. Most of her thongs were in the wash, so she didn't have many options. But if this was the reaction this particular pair elicited from him... well then, she would need to incorporate them into her more frequent rotation.

"I-- I didn't-- I--" She stuttered, her eyes rolling back as he traced the lace down to her inner thighs.

"Wrapped yourself up all pretty for me, didn't you baby?" He purred, eagerly watching her further drench the fabric of those maddening fucking panties.

His words made her whine, her legs trembling as he toyed with the little bow, rubbing the ribbon between his rough fingers.

"Shh sweetheart, let me unwrap my present." He crooned, finally, finally curling his fingers around the top of the fabric and slowly dragging them down her legs.

She was going insane with need, trying to push her hips up, begging for any kind of contact as he just sat there, staring at the space between her legs that was aching, obscenely dripping onto the sheets.

"Pretty, pretty pussy." He crooned, his pink tongue darting out and wetting the plush skin of his bottom lip. She was so small down there. The only other time he'd had the pleasure of seeing her like this he hadn't had enough time or patience to fully take it in. But now... so small... how, how was he going to fit into that tight, little hole?

"Javi please-- I-- I can't take it anymore, I--" She cried, reaching down, and digging her fingers into the thick skin of his forearm.

"I know, baby, she's crying for me, isn't she? Needs Papi to take care of her, huh?"

Her cheeks burned, buzzing and hot at his candor, "Don't-- don't be mean, Javi, just--" Her words were cut off by a rattling moan as he wrapped his forearms under her thighs and fused his mouth to her cunt.

She thought he would continue the slow, methodical torture. Nip at her thighs and ghost his tongue at her leaking hole before she finally got what she needed, but he was ravenous, eating her pussy like it was the last meal on earth.

And Jesus, he was so fucking good at it, it wasn't fair. Lapping and sucking at her clit, drinking up her sex like it was the nectar of the gods.

She tasted like heaven, sweet and perfect and oh God, oh he was never going to get enough. What was he going to do? Could never get enough.

Her breathing was frantic, the buzzing in her pelvis turning thick and overwhelming as it ripped down her legs, turning her extremities numb and heavy.

"Javi, oh Javi." She moaned, the sound of her saying his name like that tore his chest open, and he groaned against her, the vibration on her cunt made her scream.

"Feels good, doesn't it, chiquita? Taste so good, fucking perfect, little pussy." He hummed against her, watching her come undone from his home between her thighs, tongue spread out wide as he settled into a rhythm, lapping at her swollen, begging clit.

"I-- feels so good. Oh, it feels so good, I'm-- Javi--" She spat out, everything getting tight, threatening to snap and throw her over the edge.

"I know, bonita. Give it to me, cum on my face, pretty girl." He hummed, keeping his rhythm as he felt her muscles tighten, her cunt beginning to flutter against his tongue.

Then she was falling, her back arching as her cunt pulsed around nothing before Javier shoved one, thick finger into her, giving her something to bear down on as he sucked at her clit, prolonging her orgasm into rolling waves that had her white-knuckled, gripping at the bedsheets and screaming. Screaming his name.

He could've died.

"Good girl," He cooed, speaking between gently lapping up the mess she'd made, "such a good girl."

The praise made her cunt clench, like she could come again.

He needed her, now. His cock was throbbing, tenting his jeans, and dampening the spot where the bulbous head was pressed into the fabric.

She was grasping for him, hands trying to catch his arms as she reached blindly down, her chest heaving, perky little tits bouncing at the motion.

"I'm right here, chiquita." He assured her, grabbing her hips and moving her further up the bed as he situated himself between her parted legs.

"You." She spat out, dark blue eyes heavy-lidded, a blissful, fucked-out expression on her pretty face as she palmed the hard length still confined by his pants.

He jolted back, eyes rolling into his skull as a ragged moan escaped his parted lips.

"No, baby." He tsked, grabbing her wrist with one giant hand. "I want to fuck you, and if you touch me like that, I'm not going to be able to."

She gnawed on her puffy, bottom lip. Seeming to notice in that instant that he was still wearing all of his clothes.

"Take this off first." She whined, sitting up slightly to tug at the collar of his shirt.

Fuck.

His heart fell into his stomach.

"Chiquita." He warned, his voice shaking slightly.

Her eyebrows pinched together, and he almost reached out to smooth those worry lines before she yanked at his collar again. "That's not fair, I-- I'm naked and I wa-want--"

He nodded before she could continue, heart pounding in his head as he kept his eyes locked on hers and slowly began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

The wide, golden expanse of his torso was revealed to her in agonizing seconds. He took his time on each button, before finally tugging the thing off the bulging expanse of his biceps.

He watched her eyes widen as they hurriedly took in the scars that littered his torso, a striking white against his tanned skin.

"Javier." She whispered, sitting up, her fingers magnetized to a rather large one near his side. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in the thick column of his throat as she traced the scar, so lightly, void of pressure, but the slight touch scorched his skin.

What happened to him? Oh God, what happened to him?

Her mind was racing with questions, panic, eyes wide as her attention darted from the scars to his pensive face and back again.

Her lips popped open, so many words trying to escape at once, but not a single one becoming audible as she choked out a gasp.

"Don't ask, please don't ask." He whispered, gently gathering her wrist, and tugging her hand away from the largest one that stitched itself up his side.

She'd never heard him that desperate, so much vulnerability in his low voice as his dark eyes manically searched hers.

No feelings. She repeated their deal over and over again but couldn't get the notion to stick. Because she had to know. Who had done this to him? Why? What the fuck had happened to him in Columbia? A dark, bubbling bit of anger burned away in her chest at the thought of someone hurting him.

She wanted to ask, she wanted to dig answers out of him, but she couldn't. That was a silent part of their deal. Just sex.

She nodded, tearing her eyes away from the scars and letting him flip her over, her legs scrambling for purchase on the mattress as he tugged her hips up.

Her mind was racing as she pressed her cheek into the sheets and listened to him unzip his pants, then dig around in his wallet for a condom.

Who hurt him? Who hurt him? Is that why he's always reaching for that invisible gun? What the fuck did he do in Columbia?

All the questions swirling around her head tumbled away as his fingers dug into her hips, the thick head of his dick pressing at her entrance.

"You going to take all of me, chiquita?" He asked, watching her tight hole stretch open to accommodate the head of his cock. Just that was enough to nearly make him buckle over her, so tight, so fucking warm, Jesus fucking Christ.

"Yes." She gasped out, "want it all, please Javi."

"Such a good girl for me." He grunted, fingers digging into the supple skin of her hips, eyes rolling back as he inched forward. "Perfect girl, perfect pussy."

She whimpered, then screamed as he drove his hips forward, shoving his entire, thick length to the end of her, slamming into her cervix and causing tears to form at the corners of her eyes.

Too good, they both thought simultaneously, oh god, too good.

"Javi!" She spat out, her body rocking forward as he grinded into her, balls slapping her ass. No one had ever been this deep inside of her, no one had ever touched that space at the end of her and claimed it as their own.

"P-perfect girl." He spat out, feeling her clench around him, so tight he nearly collapsed on top of her. "Perfect pussy, fu-fucking made to drive m-me insane."

"Javi- fuck- fuck. Wha-what are we going to do? Is-- is too good-- too good." She spat out, clutching the bedsheets, feeling herself clamp around him, everything below her belly button searing, white hot and desperate.

He couldn't process her question, even though his brain was thinking the same thing. Could only focus on the feeling of her beginning to flutter around him, getting so tight he had to pick up the pace, slamming into her to keep from getting pushed out.

"So good at ta-taking cock, baby. Give me another one, cum on my cock, pretty girl." He grunted, teeth gritting as he felt her spasm.

"Oh god, oh Javi." She cried, tears spilling down her cheeks as her upper body collapsed entirely, her cunt spilling around the base of his cock as she reached another devastating peak.

"T-that's it." He groaned, feeling his balls tighten, so close. "So wet for me, just for me, chiquita."

Then he was cumming, hard. He folded over the top of her, sucking in heavy breaths against the winged space between her delicate shoulder blades, his hips still working to push up and into her, as deep as he could go.

Wish there wasn't a condom, wish I could feel her, wish I could mark the inside of her cunt with my cum.

He collapsed next to her, his length obscenely squelching out of her as he hurriedly disposed of the sodden condom in the wastebasket next to her bed.

"Fuck." She whispered, through heaving exhales, her body suddenly feeling exhausted, utterly spent, and blissfully fucked.

"C'mere chiquita." He hummed, unable to hold himself back, unable to fit entirely into that aloof box they'd drawn out for themselves as he tugged her tiny body into his arms, fitting her perfectly against his chest.

She tried not to, but oh, she melted against him, breathing in the deep, woody scent of his skin. Tobacco and sandalwood and sex. She felt herself slipping away, hurtling toward that black abyss, until her fingers brushed against one of those jagged scars, and she tensed in his arms.

He felt her muscles jolt, the scar on his chest searing at her gentle touch.

Don't feel bad for me, chiquita... I deserve far worse than these.

It was time for him to go, he could feel the questions bubbling up in the space between them, and he couldn't answer them, could never appease her curiosity.

Just sex.

He groaned, carefully letting go of her, allowing his calloused palm to pass over the back of her head, her hair as soft as velvet against his rough skin.

He accidentally glanced in her direction when he stood up to gather his discarded clothing, and his heart sunk at the concerned expression plaguing her lovely face-- eyebrows pinched together, lips downturned slightly at the corners, dark, blue eyes searching his face like she might find the answers written across his forehead if she stared hard enough.

Just sex.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked, tugging his jeans back on, trying to ignore the hollow feeling that was quickly encompassing more and more of his chest as he went through the motions of departing.

She nodded, mindlessly fiddling with the duvet that she had yanked over her naked body the minute he stood up. She didn't want him to leave yet, there was a bubbling bit of anxiety swirling around in her belly at the thought... but she immediately denoted that urge as blasphemous.

Just sex.

He exhaled sharply, passing his fingers through the front of his hair, which had turned damp from exertion, the strands by his ears and hanging over his forehead starting to curl as they dried. "I-- um-- I can see myself out." He voiced, sticking his thumb over his shoulder.

"Okay." She nodded slowly, gnawing on her puffy bottom lip.

He stood there for a moment, staring across the room, refusing to make eye-contact with her again. He couldn't... the underserved pity in her eyes made him feel fucking sick.

"Okay." He repeated after a minute, turning on his heels and exiting the room. He tried not to, but the deep part of him that still existed as an investigator couldn't help but examine her house as he slowly made his way toward the door.

It was clean, but not tidy, little piles of books littered many of the surfaces. She had a relatively large collection of plants, half of them dead or on their way out. There were little trinkets, pieces of jewelry, a porcelain figurine of a frog. It was a lot of stuff. But the one thing he noticed that was missing were photos. She didn't have a single framed photo, not one on her walls, not one adorning the little piles of books or littering the shelves.

Why?

Most every house he'd been in, especially ones belonging to single women, were covered in photographs. Pictures of their parents, their childhood dog, their friend's bachelorette party, some member of their family's wedding.

She didn't have a single photo.

His curiosity rang out like a bell, but he immediately reached out to silence it. If she couldn't ask questions, neither could he. That was only fair.

Just sex.