Have you ever been brought to the precipice of a little death and held there? You want to fall into oblivion, but your lover won't let you. They hold you there. Taunting you and teasing you with their words, lips, skilled tongue and fingers. You hold onto the sheets below you as if they are your only lifeline as your eyes are slammed shut, back arched, breast heaving and mouth open in a perfect O. You lover licks and sucks on your little pearl, but he won't let you fall into that sweet death. You are at his mercy. All you feel is pure pleasure.
You met this man last night, but you didn't know he was about to change everything for both of you.
*Flashback to earlier that night*
You and your girlfriends were having a girls night out at "The Red Room Bar" when a group of men walked in. Not just any men...Mayans. You and your girls's full attention was on them as they made their way over to the bar for a drink. They walked with an air of confidence, but with an aura of danger around them. Living in Santo Padre for the past three years, this is the closest you've ever been to them.
There were four of them. All good looking in their own right. One with dark hair to his shoulders and heavily tattooed, but shorter than the other three, but still striking with those piercing eyes and a bit on the thinner side. The man next to him was taller and reminded of you of a teddy bear with muscles, bald with a nice trimmed beard and also heavily tattooed. The third one definitely had some boyish charm to him if his smile was anything to go on. His dark hair had a nice fade haircut to go along with his handsome face with a neat mustache and a goatee, and you can definitely tell he didn't skip his daily workout if those arms were anything to go by with a few tattoos scattered around.
But it was the fourth one that had your complete and undivided attention. He was taller than all the rest. Hair as black as night, clean cut and slicked back also with a gorgeous and very neatly trimmed beard to match. He had a cigarette hanging from his full lips with deep soulful brown eyes, that you know you could just get lost in. He was slender, but you could tell he too worked out with how well his button up plaid shirt fit his upper torso and clung to his biceps. He was mouthwatering. You couldn't help but stare until his brown eyes met yours. You could see the smug smirk on his lips as he caught you, but you blushed and turned your head back down to your drink and started talking with your girlfriends again.
You were about to raise your hand to the waitress to order another round of drinks when drinks were put in front of you by said waitress as she nodded towards the guys at the bar. You and your girls looked towards the bar as the Mayans all looked at you ladies with smiles on their faces, and your best friend being so bold as she is, waved them over to join you ladies.
So the guys pulled up chairs to your round table that you had been sitting at all night and introduced themselves as Coco, Gilly, Ezekiel, please call me EZ, and Angel...Angel. He had pulled up his chair right next to yours. To say you were taken back would be a understatement. He literally took your breath away. He was even more gorgeous up close and smelled so damn good. You could smell leather of his Kutte, the smokiness of his cigarette, but also a hint of gasoline and cologne that has an herbal musk and citrus hint to it. He smelled divine.
He smiled at you and personally introduced himself to you, and you in return did the same. You both talked while your girls did the same with the other guys. Turns out EZ was Angel's younger brother and you could kinda get a sense there was a rivalry of sorts. A tension, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you let it go.
One of this things you liked about Angel was he was funny, very funny, but their was also a dangerous charm about him. One that you could fall for.
He asked if you were seeing someone and you told him you were single, and you asked him again in return if he was single and there was a tiny bit of hesitation on his part, but he said he was single. You could see there was something behind eyes. A form of pain. Maybe it was the alcohol making you more bold, but you asked him who broke his heart. He was completely taken back by your words. He looked hesitant to respond, so you leaned in close to his ear and whispered to him that even though he didn't know you, sometimes it was easier to talk to a stranger than someone close to him.
