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  Ben took a deep breath, dropped his hands from her waist and stepped back. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

  She shivered when he pulled away, missing the physical contact. Shoot. Why hadn't he kissed her? Everything about him said he wanted to. The way, even now, he stared at her with such naked lust on his face said he wanted her as much as she wanted him. So what the hell?

  He gestured toward his friends. "Shall we?"

  "Sure, why not?"

  Following Ben through the bar, nerves pooled in her stomach as she looked over the women in the group. Not a wrinkle between them. She gripped her drink tightly to keep herself from fixing her hair to cover the wrinkles that she knew were beginning to show in her forehead. Vanity was a bitch.

  Ben slid into the only vacant seat, grabbed her hand and pulled her down on his lap. His hands gripped her hips as he settled her firmly against him. He gave her waist a quick squeeze before he took a sip of his beer.

  She glanced around the table. God, they were such babies, they all looked so damn young. When had she gotten so old? She fought the urge to hunch down in her chair and bite her lip.

  As if he sensed her discomfort, he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Guys, this is Celeste. Celeste this is everyone. I think you already know Rico."

  She nodded. "Yes, we've met."

  Rico looked down at the table, his cheeks flushed. A grin spread across her face at his embarrassment. Served him right for making fun of a customer. She took a deep breath, needing to get into character. She was supposed to be his girlfriend. What was her problem? She was sitting on the lap of a ridiculously sexy man who for whatever reason seemed to want her. No one was going to believe she was his girlfriend if she didn't get over her insecurities and put on her big girl panties.

  The blonde from earlier continued to stare at her. Drawing on her years of experience, Celeste met her glare and smiled.

  "I'm Tara," Blondie said then pushed on, "so you're his girlfriend?"

  Celeste turned slightly so she could look at Ben. Amusement twinkled in his eyes. She turned back to the gorgeous blonde. "Girlfriend? I don't know what you'd call us but we're definitely enjoying each other." She smiled, adding all of her expertise into the look, leaving no question about what she meant.

  Tara glared at her and crossed her arms over her chest in a pout. Celeste watched her in amazement. Wow, that was sure attractive. She snorted at the very idea of pouting in front of a man she was interested in. If that's how young women acted, Celeste could completely understand why Ben was chasing after older women.

  She shifted her weight and Ben's erection flexed in response. Holy cow!

  The moment she felt how hard he was every last insecurity fled. Power surged through her. He absolutely wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Age difference be damned. Pressing her ass back again, she pretended to be trying to get comfortable when all she could think about was getting naked.

  Ben's arm wrapped around her waist and he leaned his body against her back. "You're driving me crazy, you need to hold still," he whispered into her ear. His hot breath sent a shiver down her spine and she shifted again.

  "Celeste," he ground out.

  Turning to face him, she smiled. "You want to get out of here?"

  "Absolutely." He stood so quickly he almost upended her from his lap. She laughed at his eagerness to be alone with her.

  Ben tossed a few bills on the table. "Night guys, we're heading out."

  He grabbed Celeste's hand and propelled her out of the bar. He didn't slow down until they were in front of his surf shop. There he stopped, gripped her hips and pressed her against the wall of the store. His hard body leaned into her, surrounding her with heat. Every cell in her being fired to life. Her nipples beaded tightly and she shivered, feeling the delicious moisture soaking her panties.

  She wrapped her arms around his waist and rotated her hips forward. His erection pressed hard against her. "Mmm," she moaned.

  "I just need one taste of you so I can think," Ben muttered against her lips. His mouth touched hers, softly at first then building. Hungry, he devoured her. She couldn't catch her breath. He consumed her in the most erotic kiss of her life. She wanted to crawl inside him. God, she couldn't wait to feel his hard cock against her bare skin.

  Finally, Ben pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. "That didn't help. Now I just want you more."

  "I know the feeling." She traced a pattern across his chest. "Come back to my place," she told him.

  "Gladly."

  They hurried across the beach. Unable to walk quickly enough, Celeste stopped, shed her sandals and picked them up with one hand. With the other hand, she grabbed Ben and pulled him into a run toward her bungalow.

  At the door, she fumbled with her key card. Finally the blessed snick of the door unlocking and the little green light flashed on. She pushed open the door and dropped her shoes inside the entrance. Without turning around, she shed her shirt and was working on her shorts before she realized Ben wasn't beside her. She spun toward the door. Ben leaned against the wood frame not moving.

  Mortified that she was almost naked and he hadn't moved a step, she covered her bra with the shirt in her hand. "What's wrong?" she asked.

  "Not a thing. I just didn't want to miss seeing you get undressed for the first time." He pushed the door shut and walked toward her. Taking her hand, he moved it away from her body and eased her shorts down her thighs until they landed on the floor at her feet.

  "Don't hide yourself. You have nothing to be shy about, believe me." He took her hand and pressed it against his erection. When she rubbed her hand back and forth, he groaned. Strong hands gripped her ass and lifted her off the ground. Celeste wrapped her legs around Ben's waist.

  "Which room is yours?" he gritted out.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Pushing open the door at the end of the hall with his toe, Ben continued across the spacious bedroom, eased Celeste onto the bed and followed her down. Her soft body beneath him on the bed made his dick throb painfully against the constriction of his cargo shorts. He shifted his body between the V of her thighs.

  The heat from her pussy reached him through his clothing and he hissed at the contact. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, relishing the way her body shivered beneath his lips. With long, slow, tasting kisses he eased his way down her neck. Celeste's fingers tangled into his hair and she moaned beneath him.

  When he got to the edge of her bra he sat up, flicked open the front clasp, exposing her breasts to his eyes for the first time. Instead of being shy like most women he knew, Celeste arched her back, putting her breasts on display. The moonlight coming in off the ocean made the sweetly curved mounds glisten with an almost ethereal appearance. He'd never seen anything more seductive in his life.

  Leaning toward her body, he sucked one of the berry-ripe buds into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it. Her back arched farther off the bed, silently begging him not to stop. The other nipple called to him for attention and he switched to her other breast. He slid his palm down her hip and peeled off her panties in one quick motion. His fingers dipped between her pussy lips. So wet, so hot. He needed to taste her. Kissing his way down her stomach, he paused to swirl his tongue around her bellybutton and she moaned.

  He'd have to remember that spot for next time. Right now all he could think about was burying his tongue inside her. Her pussy was bare except for a small patch of hair, the landing strip that guided him to the treasure at the end. He spread her lips with his thumbs, her plump clit fully on display. "You look so damn good. I'm going to make a meal of you," he rasped.

  Kissing her inner thighs, he inhaled. Her fragrant desire filled his senses and made his mouth water. He gently blew a breath across her clit. Celeste raised her hips off the bed and he sucked the swollen nub into his mouth.

  His first taste of her was pure sin.

  Lapping at her clit, he used her body's cues to find the right pace. He flicked hard, directly over the little
nub. Her hips pumped faster, tiny moans echoed in the room. Ben eased his finger inside her.

  "Oh yeah," she gasped.

  He slid a second finger inside, moving them both together. Her pussy engulfed him, tightly. He couldn't wait to feel it around his cock.

  Celeste gripped his hair so roughly he thought he'd be bald before the night was through. Curling his finger, he found her sweet spot and she squeezed her thighs together painfully around his ears. Her moans grew louder.

  Oh yeah, she was close. And with one flick of her clit, she screamed. As the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenched in waves, over and over around his fingers. He continued to lick her clit until the last shudders had passed.

  "Oh. My. God," Celeste said, gasping on the bed with her arm covering her face. His dick throbbed painfully. He'd always liked going down on a woman, but Celeste? Jesus. He'd nearly come just from the flavor of her pussy and watching her orgasm. Her nipples beaded so tightly they looked as if they could cut glass. He pushed himself up and sucked one into his mouth.

  Before he knew what was happening, she had him flipped over onto his back, pushed his shirt up and was licking her way across his chest. "You need to lose the clothes."

  Fuck me. His dick twitched in response to her demand. There was something damn sexy about a woman taking control.

  He sat up, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the chair. Her fingers worked the button on his shorts. "Just a second," he said and jumped off the bed. He shucked his shorts and underwear in one move and stood before her naked.

  "Holy shit," she murmured. Her eyes were riveted to his cock. "Is that pierced?"

  "Yeah." He glanced down at his cock. The vertical piercing pulled tight across the head. From this angle all he could see was the top ball.

  She shifted on to the edge of the bed and kneeled, placing her eyes level with his dick. "Wow, I've never seen a piercing there before. I didn't even know they could pierce it. Why would you do that?"

  He grinned. She was about to find out. "It enhances sex."

  Her gaze flew to his face. "How?"

  "For me or you?"

  "It enhances it for me?"

  "Absolutely, just wait."

  She licked her lips and stared at his piercing. His dick twitched. The silver ball pulled his skin tight.

  "Can I still give you a blowjob with that thing in?" she asked him.

  "Hell yeah."

  A seductive smile that was all sex slid across her lips. "Good. Then lie down."

  Ben couldn't get on the bed fast enough. He lay back and put his hands behind his head, pretending to be relaxed when he was anything but.

  "Will it hurt if I pull on it at all?"

  Fuck. He cleared his throat. "I guess that depends on how hard you pull."

  She grinned again. Her tongue snaked out and licked the bead of pre-come from the tip. "Mmm." She flicked the ball of his piercing with her tongue, watching him the whole time. He smiled, giving her the okay to do whatever she wanted. Celeste took the top ball between her teeth and pulled it slightly. The pulling hurt so damn good. He gripped the pillow behind his head to keep himself still and allow her to do what she wanted.

  "What do they call this kind of piercing?"

  Seriously, she wanted to talk now? He groaned. "An apadrayva or an Ap."

  "Hmm," she said. Her moist breath puffed against the swollen head of his penis and her tongue teased the barbell again.

  "Damn, woman. You're driving me crazy."

  "You don't like this?" she asked coyly and sucked the very tip of his cock into her mouth as if she were eating an ice cream.

  Holy hell, this was torture. He was going to come before she even fully got his dick inside her mouth. "No, I like it just fine," he gritted out.

  She ran her tongue down the full length of his shaft. When she got to the base, she sucked his right nut into her mouth in a way that had him arching his hips to her mouth. His breath hissed out.

  Without taking her eyes off his face, she licked back up his shaft and engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. His Ap dragged across her tongue as she sucked him farther into her mouth. He dug his hands into her hair, his hips shifted of their own volition and she deep throated him. His head dropped back and a groan ripped from his chest.

  "Fuck me, that feels good."

  She bobbed up and down his shaft, her hand cupped his sac and she squeezed ever so slightly. So close to coming, he pulled back and with his hands still buried in her hair. He pulled her head away from him. "Cel, you need to stop before I come."

  She sat back on her knees. "You don't want me to finish?"

  "No, I want the first time to happen when I'm buried so deep inside you that you'll be praising the piercing gods."

  Her eyes flared with lust. "I like the sound of that."

  He gripped her hips and flipped her onto her knees. He grabbed a condom, quickly sheathed himself and positioned his cock at her wet entrance. "You ready?"

  She nodded her agreement.

  He slid inside slowly. Her tight pussy pulled his barbell as he moved.

  "Holy shit," she moaned.

  The way she felt around him, he might be the one praising the piercing gods.

  She pressed back against him at the same time he pushed forward, fully seating himself inside.

  "Oh," she gasped.

  "You all right?" He pulled back slightly and pressed forward again. He knew exactly what the "oh" was for.

  "Oh my." Her breath hitched.

  He grinned. "You want me to stop?"

  She pressed back against him. "Don't you dare." She glanced over her shoulder at him. "I want you to fuck me, hard."

  He gripped her hips tighter and growled. "Gladly."

  Ben pulled back and drove forward. Celeste's high-pitched gasps and squeals fueled him. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, her moans now at a window-breaking pitch. Her channel milked his dick with her orgasm. He wasn't ready for this to end.

  He continued to drive forward, his balls pulled up tightly. His own orgasm painfully close, Ben reached around in front of Celeste and found her clit. Rubbing it between his fingers, her moans again increased, her breathing labored.

  "Jesus, Ben. I don't think I can have another orgasm."

  "Sure you can." He pinched the hard nub and she lit like a rocket. Her pussy contracted so tightly around his cock, he thought it would break in half. His piercing pulled and it was all he needed. He pounded into her one last time and came with a roar.

  Celeste's arms gave out and she fell against the mattress. Completely sated, Ben followed suit and collapsed against her back.

  "Wow. So how do I go about giving thanks to these gods?" she asked.

  He laughed. "I guess that means you see the point of the piercing." He pushed off her back and rolled onto the bed beside her. With a flick of his wrist, he shed the condom and tossed it into the garbage beside the end table. With the condom taken care of, he gave her a little tug and pulled her up beside him.

  Celeste nestled her head in the crook of his arm and he absently stroked her hair. He'd had good sex before, hell great sex if he was being honest, but somehow with Celeste it was freakin' off the charts.

  "Oh yeah, I get the point of the piercing and can I just say, wow! In a big way."

  He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "By all means. Does that mean you're interested in round two?"

  "Absolutely, as soon as you're rested up, I'm game."

  She snuggled in. He inhaled the coconut scent of her shampoo and pulled her tightly against him. She felt so good in his arms. There was no urge to bolt. He could quite happily stay here all night.

  "So, how come you speak such good English?"

  His muscles tensed at the question. "Umm, I guess because I'm not Mexican. I moved to the States when I was twelve."

  "Really? But you live here now?"

  He shrugged. God, he felt like a chick. For some reason he wanted to spill his guts to Celeste in the post-sex haze
like women always seemed to do to him. He wanted to tell her all about his other life in the States, how his agent kept nagging him to do another art showing, how his friends and family kept bugging him to move back full-time and pursue his career. How he was here escaping from his real life. But there was no point in getting into all that crap. She was only here on vacation. Simple was the easiest.

  "I live here part-time and in the States part-time. My mother's there."

  "Hmm, don't you miss it?"

  His muscles tensed again as memories of the small American town they'd settled in crashed in. The racism, the loneliness of being political refugees in a place that didn't understand that kind of injustice. And yet if they hadn't been allowed into the country he didn't know where they would have ended up. The war in El Salvador had taken the lives of his father and brother and most of his extended family before Ben and his mother had fled the country of his birth seeking asylum elsewhere. Their cries were finally heard and they were granted entry into the States as political refugees. But the price of freedom had been very high.

  "Sometimes I suppose." He missed his friends and family like crazy, and God knows he missed the lure of his art, but in a lot of ways Mexico felt like home.

  "Where about in the States did you live?"

  "Utah mostly but now I have a place in California."

  "Mmm, I've never been to Utah, but Cali's nice. I live in Seattle. Do you ever get there?"

  "Nope, never been."

  "Oh you should, it's such an amazing city. There's this restaurant down on the pier called The Crab Pot. Agh, it has the most amazing seafood you've ever eaten."

  He brushed the hair off her forehead and continued to tangle it around his fingers. "There's some pretty great seafood here in Mexico as well," he said with a laugh.

  "Yeah, but it's nothing like Seattle. You should check it out. It's so different from California, I guarantee it."

  Needing to get off this topic, Ben leaned in and kissed her softly. "You want to keep talking or are you ready for round two?"

  Her eyes darkened. "Oh, I'm more than ready."