The Wild Side (Sofia Gomez)

[MourningSun]

Disclaimer - It goes without saying that this is all fantasy.

MF, Oral, Titfuck

The Wild Side

Chuck's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, adjusting his black-rimmed aviators as the glint of the afternoon sun hit his face. He drummed his fingers against the leather steering wheel of his gleaming white Escalade, the bass from the stereo thumping to the rhythm of the latest Hip-Hop anthem by the hot new group, The Pimp Bros.

"We smokin' that fire, always high
Sippin' on that 40, getting fly
Pimpin' ho's, livin' that life
Do what we want, ain't got no strife.

Step aside, here come The Pimp Bros"


The suburbs of Miami were a blur of pastel houses and palm trees as he cruised along, cracking a yawn. The heat was thick in the car, even with the AC on full blast, making the leather seats stick to his skin.

"Goddamnit Miami." he murmured to himself, the heat seeping through the car windows.

He'd just made the drop to The Diaz Brothers, 25 keys as always, when he saw them. A couple in a heated argument, the guy in a Ford Bronco, and the girl, oh, what a girl. She was a vision of fiery passion, a pint-sized tornado with a body that made his loins stir. Chuck slowed down, his eyes widening slightly as he took in her heart-shaped face, framed by long brown hair that danced around her as she threw her hands in the air. Her curves were on full display in those denim-shorts, and her tank top barely contained her more than sizeable charms.

The argument grew more intense, and the girl jumped out of the Bronco, slamming the door so hard he thought she would shake it off its hinges. The guy peeled out, leaving a scent of burning rubber and a cloud of dust in his wake.

"My bag! You asshole!" the girl screamed after him, her voice carrying over the fading sound of the Bronco's engine. Chuck pulled his Escalade over to the side of the road, his gaze lingering on the girl's voluptuous figure as she stomped her foot in frustration. He rolled down the window.

"You okay?" he called out, his voice filled with concern.

The girl spun around, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Her brown eyes landed on Chuck, and she took a step back, unsure if this was a new problem to deal with.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth "Just a little misunderstanding, that's all."

Chuck nodded sympathetically. "Looks like you could use a ride." He gestured to the vast, air-conditioned interior of his Escalade. "Where you headed?"

"If you think I'm getting in a car with a complete stranger, think again." she shot back, her chest heaving with each breath.

"Well, do you want to use my phone to call someone to come get you?" he offered, holding up his phone. "Since you don't have yours."

She studied him for a moment, her lips pursed as she considered her options. The heat was oppressive, and she knew she was a long walk from home. With a huff, she approached the Escalade, her eyes still wary.

He unlocked the phone and handed it to her, watching as she took it gingerly, as if it were a grenade with a loose pin. She dialed a number, her voice tight with aggravation as she spoke to someone on the other end.

"Hey Meg. It's Sof. I'm in a bit of a fix here. Yeah, I'm calling from some guy's number. Zach and I had a huge fight, and he drove off with my bag, phone, and purse. Is there any way that you can come pick me up?" she spoke rapidly into Chuck's phone, her voice tight with agitation.

Sofia's eyes searched the street as she listened to her friend's voice on the other end. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she bit her lip nervously. Chuck tried to avoid looking at her, instead watching the cars drive by, but the sight of her tight tank top stretching against her tits was too tempting.

"Okay, okay. Thanks, Meg. I'll be waiting at the park." she said, hanging up the phone and handing it back to him with a curt nod. "My friend Meg's coming to get me. She said she'll be at the park in about an hour."

"Where is she coming from?" he asked nonchalantly, his eyes flicking to the clock on the dashboard.

"She's coming from downtown, so it's going to take a bit. And before you say it, no, I don't need a ride to the park. I'll walk." she said, turning away from him.

Chuck couldn't help but chuckle at her stubbornness. "It's a forty minute walk there, and it's hotter than a dragon's ass out here. You sure you wanna do that?"

Sofia shot him a glare that could've melted the chrome off his Escalade. "I'd rather walk through hell than take a ride from you."

"Wow, some thanks for letting you use my phone," Chuck smirked, noticing the beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she started to walk away.

Her heated gaze turned back to him. "Look, I don't know you, and I'm not getting in a car with a man I don't know. Sorry if that's not what you're used to," she retorted, her voice razor sharp with hostility.

"Ok, ok. I get it," Chuck held his hands up in a peaceful gesture "Look, I'm sorry for what happened to you, and I hope whatever it is, works out ok. Take care of yourself."

He pressed the ignition button, and the Escalade's engine purred back to life. As he started to pull away, his eyes caught a glimpse of the girl in his rearview mirror, her figure growing smaller as she trudged down the sidewalk. He shook his head and drove on, his eyes scanning the road ahead.

He'd not gone five minutes up the road, when he saw a bag lying on the side of the street. His curiosity piqued, Chuck pulled over and stepped out of the car. The bag was designer, a Gucci knockoff, but still nice enough to be someone's pride and joy. He picked it up, dusting it off, and peered inside. It was stuffed with clothes, phone and a wallet, the ID inside confirming it belonged to none other than the fiery damsel he'd just left behind. Sofia Gomez. 23 years old.

"Well, shit," he murmured to himself. "Can't just leave that behind."

He hopped back into the car and turned around, driving back towards the girl. He saw her trudging along the side of the road, sweat staining her tank top and her breasts bouncing with each step. As he pulled alongside her, he leaned out the window.

"Thought you may need this." he said, as he pulled up next to her, holding her bag out the window. Her eyes went wide when she saw it, and she rushed over to him, snatching it from his hand.

"How did you…?" she began, but he just shrugged. "Found it on the road. Thought you'd want it back."

She took a deep breath, clutching her bag tightly.

"Thanks," she muttered, her eyes scanning the contents to make sure everything was there. She found her phone and immediately turned it on.

"Looks like everything's still here," she said, her voice filled with relief.

"That's good to hear." he said, watching her closely.

"Why did you bother?" her eyes narrowed, still suspicious of him.

"Because, you've had a shitty day, and if this helps make it a little better, why not?" he shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, I appreciate it," she said begrudgingly, her hand still clutching the bag.

"It's no problem, really." Chuck's eyes took in her flushed face and the way her tank top was sticking to her damp skin. "Look, why don't you let me drive you to the park?"

Sofia looked at him, then at the bag, and finally at the sweltering sidewalk ahead. She sighed heavily, resentfully admitting defeat. "Fine, but only to the park. And no funny stuff. I have Mace in here," she huffed, sliding into the passenger seat.

Chuck nodded, and as they drove, she took the opportunity to scroll through her phone, checking the messages and notifications she had missed during the explosive fight. He reached down and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler between the seats.

"You want a water?" he asked, holding out the bottle to her. She nodded, her eyes still glued to her phone screen as she took it. He watched as she unscrewed the cap and took a long, thirsty swig, the muscles in her throat moving as she swallowed.

"I'm Chuck, by the way." he said casually, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove.

"Sofia." she murmured, not bothering to look up from her phone.

"So, what happened with you and...?" he trailed off, not knowing if she'd want to talk about it.

"Zach." Sofia took a deep breath, her eyes finally meeting his. "Zach's a dick. Found some slut's panties in his car," she spat, her voice filled with disgust. "I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore."

"Sounds like a real piece of work," Chuck said sympathetically.

Sofia snorted. "You have no idea," she murmured, taking another sip of the cold water.

"So whereabouts in Miami are you living." he asked casually, trying to keep the conversation light as they drove through the palm tree-lined streets.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice as she capped the water bottle and set it back down.

"Just making small talk," Chuck said with a shrug, his eyes never leaving the road. "You know, trying to keep your mind off that asshole."

Sofia sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm in North Miami Beach. It's not far from here, but I guess it feels like forever after that fight."

"Shit, Sofia. I could get you back there in 20 minutes from here," he said, his voice smooth and comforting.

"Thanks," she said, her tone a little softer than before. "But like I said, Meg's coming to get me. I'll just wait at the park."

"You sure? I mean, it's not a problem for me at all. I'm heading towards Fort Lauderdale, anyway." Chuck offered, his voice casual, his eyes never leaving the road ahead.

Sofia hesitated, her thumb tapping against the armrest. "I don't know. Meg's expecting me to be at the park."

"In what, 45 minutes? Look, it's no problem for me at all, Sofia. It's on my way," he said with a gentle persuasion in his voice.

She studied him for a moment, weighing her options, before nodding slowly. "Okay, fine. But only if it's not out of your way."

"My pleasure." Chuck said with a smile, taking a detour towards North Miami Beach. Sofia texted her friend, explaining the change of plans and received a flurry of emojis and questions in response.

"Look, I appreciate the ride, but you don't have to go out of your way for me. I can just take an Uber from here." she said, her voice tinged with a hint of doubt.

"Your friend doesn't trust me, right?" he said with a smirk, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

Sofia's eyes narrowed at the comment. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, you've been texting someone back and forth for the last few minutes, and your face has gotten more and more concerned," Chuck said, his tone teasing. "It's okay, I don't blame her for worrying. It's natural."

Sofia rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile slightly at his observation. "It's just, you know, she's always looking out for me."

"She's a true friend then." he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out his driver's license, handing it to her. "Take a picture of it and send it to her. At least then she knows who you are in the car with."

Sofia took the ID, her eyes scanning the photo and the details before taking a snap and sending it to Meg. She watched as the message delivered with a satisfying beep.

"There," Chuck said with a grin, "Now she can track my license plate if I decide to sell you to the Cartels."

Sofia couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the car lifting slightly. She sent Meg the photo with a caption that read: "This is Chuck, the guy giving me a ride. Chill out, I'm fine."

"Better?" Chuck asked, glancing at her with a smirk.

"I guess so." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. Chuck's eyes couldn't help but drift down to her cleavage, the way the fabric of her tank top clung to her generous breasts.

"So how long have you been with this guy?" he asked, his voice casual as he turned down the music slightly.

"Can we not talk about it, please?" she asked, her voice tight. "It's just a mess, and I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Sure thing," Chuck said, nodding. He turned the music back up and focused on the road, the air in the car thick with unspoken tension. The silence between them was uncomfortable for a moment, but Chuck could feel the heat radiating off her body, the faint scent of her sweet perfume mixing with the cool air from the vents.

"He cheats on me constantly, and every time I forgive him and take him back," she finally blurted out, unable to hold in her anger and frustration any longer.

"Why do you keep going back?" he asked, his voice flecked with curiosity.

"It's complicated," she murmured, looking out the window.

"Isn't it always?" Chuck said, his voice understanding. "But you have to ask yourself the question of whether or not it's worth the heartache and humiliation."

Sofia nodded, her eyes misting over. "I know, I know. It's just hard when you love someone and you want it to work."

"Trust me, I've been there," Chuck said, his eyes flicking to her profile briefly before returning to the road. "But you can't let someone treat you like that."

Sofia nodded, her throat tight with emotion. "It's just, I don't know what else to do," she whispered. "How did you get over it?"

"I did something I wouldn't necessarily suggest others do," Chuck said with a chuckle, his eyes briefly leaving the road to meet hers.

Sofia looked at him, intrigued. "What's that?"

"My ex was cheating on me with a guy she worked with. So, I decided that the best way to get back at her was to fight fire with fire. I slept with one of her best friends I knew had a crush on me." he said with a grin.

"OMG." Sofia's eyes widened in surprise at his revelation. "And did it work?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"It sure as hell made me feel better," Chuck said with a wink. "And yes, when she found out, she felt as devastated as I was when I found out about her cheating. I guess it was sweet revenge."

Sofia couldn't help but be drawn into the conversation. She leaned back into the plush leather seat, her eyes never leaving his. "But did you regret it?" she asked.

"No, because I ended up dating that friend of hers for a couple of years after that. She was a nice girl, and I liked her a lot more than my ex." Chuck's eyes remained on the road ahead, but he could feel the weight of her gaze on him. "It's kind of a scorched-earth approach to a relationship, though. I mean, I knew when I did it, there was no going back between me and my ex."

Sofia nodded, her mind racing with thoughts of her own relationship woes. "Yeah, I guess it's hard to come back from that." She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the effort. "But I guess, sometimes you just need to do something to feel in control again, you know?"

Chuck nodded, his eyes lingering on her chest before snapping back to the road. "Exactly. And a little revenge can be a good thing too."

As they drove in silence for a few minutes, Chuck's eyes kept drifting to the side, stealing glances at her profile. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, and her eyes were focused on something far away, lost in thought. He knew she was reeling from the fight, trying to decide her next move. He didn't push her to talk, giving her the space she needed to process everything.

Finally, she broke the silence. "If you were me, what would you do?"

Chuck's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Well, I'm not you, but if I had to guess, I'd say you've got two choices. You can keep giving him chances and hope he changes, which he won't. Or you can cut your losses and move on. Have some fun, you know?"

Sofia's gaze snapped to him, and she couldn't help but feel the electricity between them. "What do you mean by 'have some fun'?" she asked.

"You could go out, enjoy the night, meet some new people, do whatever you want," Chuck replied with a smirk.

Sofia's eyes searched his, looking for some deeper meaning, something that would justify the sudden attraction she felt towards this stranger. The air in the car was charged with tension, the kind that made her skin tingle.

"What if I don't want to go home right away?" she asked, her eyes not leaving his. "What if I wanted to have some fun now?"

She sat back in the seat and curled her hair with a finger, cocking her head slightly, a playful look in her eyes.

The corner of Chuck's mouth curled up into a smile. "Well, in that case, I guess we can take a detour to my place in Fort Lauderdale, if you're interested."

Sofia's heart raced, but she found herself nodding. "Okay." she said, her voice low, as she bit her lip. She didn't know why she was agreeing to this, but something about Chuck's confidence was intoxicating. It made her want to throw caution to the wind.

"Great," Chuck said with a grin, his eyes lighting up as he made a sharp turn, heading away from North Miami Beach and towards Fort Lauderdale.

They didn't say much to each other during the rest of the drive. The music played on, the bass thumping a rhythm that seemed to echo the pulse in their veins. Chuck's eyes flicked to her from time to time, taking in her beauty, the way the light played with the strands of her hair, the curve of her neck, the fullness of her lips. She was a vision, and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of her.

When they pulled into his driveway, the house looked like a mirage in the heat haze. It was a sleek modernist structure, all angles and glass, surrounded by lush greenery.

"Wow, this is your place?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

"Yeah," Chuck said, his eyes never leaving hers. "What do you think?"

Sofia nodded, her breath hitching slightly as she took in the grandeur of his home. "It's... beautiful."

"Thanks," Chuck said with a smile, killing the engine. "Come on in. I'll give you the tour."

They climbed out of the Escalade, and the heat of the day hit them like a wall. He grabbed her bag from the back seat, and they walked up the stone pathway to the front door, his hand casually brushing against hers. She took it in hers, and it felt warm and reassuring. The door swung open, and they stepped into a cool, dimly lit hallway, the sound of their shoes echoing off the marble floors.

"Would you like a drink?" Chuck asked, his eyes scanning the living room beyond. "Maybe a little Champagne?"

Sofia nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement and fear coursing through her body as she stepped over the threshold into his home. It was like she was crossing a line she had never dared to before. But she had made her choice, and she was going to see it through.

As Chuck went to the fridge, she walked over to the large patio window and looked out at his back garden. She saw a large swimming pool, the water still and calm, and a hot tub sequestered in the shade.

"It's gorgeous here." she murmured, taking in the view. "You even have a hot tub!"

"Yeah, it's a great place to unwind after a long day," Chuck said, as he popped open the Champagne cork. "You want to try the tub out?"

"I don't have any swimwear with me." Sofia turned around, her cheeks a light shade of pink.

"Who said anything about wearing clothes." Chuck winked, as he fished two champagne flutes from the press.

Sofia's cheeks grew hotter, and she felt a knot form in her stomach. Was she really about to do this? With a stranger? But she couldn't deny the allure of his confidence, the way it seemed to wrap around her like the coolness of the house they now stood in. She nodded slowly, and Chuck put the glasses down and led her through the living room and out to the pool area, the glass doors sliding open with a whisper.

"Let me turn this thing on, you get comfortable, and I'll be back with the Champagne in a minute," he grinned, leaning down to place a tender peck on her lips.

Sofia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as he moved towards the hot tub's controls. The jets began to whirl and bubble, and she felt the warmth of the water beckoning her. She waited until he was inside, before she stepped out of her sandals and took off her tank top, letting it fall to the ground. The coolness of the marble tiles sent a shiver through her as she stepped out of her shorts and panties, leaving them in a pile beside her shoes. She unhooked her bra, letting her large breasts fall free, the large nipples already hard from the excitement of the moment. She slid into the water, the warmth enveloping her body, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Chuck returned with the chilled Champagne, his eyes lingering on the tantalizing sight of her in the water. He handed her a glass, and their fingers brushed together, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She took a sip, the bubbles tickling her nose as she watched him strip down to his boxers. His muscular, tattooed body was markedly different to Zach's, much more rugged and powerful. He peeled off his underwear and joined her in the tub, his manhood standing long and thick. She couldn't help but stare, her cheeks burning with a mix of desire and embarrassment.

"Cheers to new beginnings," Chuck said, raising his glass to clink against hers. The cool liquid slid down her throat, and she felt the warmth of the alcohol spread through her body. The tension in the air grew denser as they sat there, the jets of the hot tub pulsing around them, their legs touching under the bubbles. He moved closer to her, his hand brushing against her thigh, as their shoulders touched.

Sofia took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the last few hours of her life slowly lifting away, and she found herself leaning into Chuck's touch. She felt his hand slip up her thigh, his thumb ghosting over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her heart was racing, but she didn't move away. Instead, she took another sip of her drink, watching him through the steam rising from the water.

He set his glass down and turned to her, his hand reaching up to trace the line of her jaw.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

Sofia's breath caught in her throat as Chuck's hand moved from her jaw to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. The heat of his body was intoxicating, and she felt her resolve slipping away. His kiss was gentle at first, tentative, as if asking for permission. She leaned into him, her body responding to the warmth and strength of his touch.

The kiss grew more intense, and she felt her hand slide down to his chest, the water sloshing around them as they moved closer. His hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her waist and the swell of her breasts, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her nipples were tight buds, sensitive to the touch of the water and his rough palms.

Sofia's own hands weren't idle. They roamed over his shoulders and biceps, feeling the strength beneath his skin. His hands slid further down, cupping her breasts, teasing the tips until she moaned against his mouth. The sound of her pleasure spurred him on, and he broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping and kissing as he went.

Her hand found his erection, and she stroked it lightly, feeling it pulse and throb under her touch. Chuck groaned, his hands tightening on her body, as the passion grew stronger between them. He lifted her up, placing her on the edge of the hot tub, her legs straddling him. He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Tell me you want it." he murmured against her neck, his breath hot.

"I want it," she moaned back, her voice trembling, desperate to feel him stretch her out.

With that, Chuck slid into her raw, filling her completely. She gasped as he began to move, the water sloshing around them, adding to the sensual rhythm. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, as she met his every thrust. Their movements grew more frantic, their mouthes pressed together, moaning as they kissed. Chuck's hand found her clit, and he rubbed it in slow circles as he pumped into her, making her moan louder with every stroke. She threw her head back, her long brown hair cascading down her bare back as she rode the wave of pleasure that was building inside her. Chuck sucked her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him.

Their bodies were slick with water, moving together in perfect harmony. He slammed into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension in his body, his muscles tightening as he approached his climax. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him, desperate to feel him come inside her.

"Oh, fuck, Chuck," she moaned, her voice breathy with pleasure. "Harder, please."

Her begging fueled his fucking, and he obliged, his strokes becoming more powerful and demanding. He could feel the muscles in his back tighten as he gave her exactly what she craved. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, mingling with the steady hum of the jets.

Sofia's eyes were closed tight, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she neared the peak. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her hips moved in sync with his, eager to meet each thrust. She could feel the tension coil deep within her, tightening with every stroke.

The moment Sofia came, her entire body stiffened like a live wire touched by lightning. Her thighs clamped around Chuck's hips as she let out a cry that echoed off the glass walls of his backyard oasis. The contractions of her orgasm pulled Chuck over the edge with her. He buried his face in her chest, groaning as he pulsed inside her.

For a long moment, they stayed tangled together, breathing hard, the only sound the soft churn of the hot tub jets. Sofia's fingers trailed lazily down Chuck's spine, tracing the ink there.

"Holy shit," she sighed, her voice hoarse.

Chuck chuckled against her lips. "Yeah. That about sums it up."

He pulled back enough to look at her, his hand coming up to cup her jaw. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she parted her mouth instinctively, letting the pad of his thumb slide across her tongue. His eyes went dark again.

"Round two in about ten minutes?" he asked, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sofia laughed. "You're gonna need more than ten minutes."

"Challenge accepted." He kissed her, slow this time, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

They climbed out of the hot tub, water streaming down their bodies. Chuck grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, his hands lingering at her waist. The afternoon sun slanted through the palm fronds, casting dappled light across her wet skin. Her nipples were still hard, visible through the towel, and she saw his cock twitch as he looked at her.

"Inside," he said, taking her hand. "Bed's more comfortable than tile."

She followed him through the sliding glass doors, leaving wet footprints across the marble. The air conditioning hit her damp skin and she shivered, but his hand was warm in hers, pulling her through the living room and down a hallway lined with abstract art.

His bedroom was all dark wood and white linen, the blinds half-drawn against the Miami sun. A king bed dominated the room, unmade, sheets tangled from the night before. He didn't bother with ceremony. He tugged the towel from her body and let it fall, his hands finding her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass.

Sofia pushed him back onto the bed, watching his cock bob as he landed on the mattress. She crawled over him, her wet hair dripping onto his chest, and took him in her hand. He was hard again already, thicker than Zach, the skin hot and smooth under her grip. She lowered her mouth to his cock and began to suck.

Chuck groaned shakily as Sofia's tongue swirled around his cockhead, her lips tightening just below the ridge. A groan ripped from his throat when she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper until her nose brushed his abdomen.

She peeked up through her lashes, watching his abs clench as she dragged her teeth lightly along his shaft. His hips jerked. "Fuck, Sofia."

When she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked hard, his hips bucked off the mattress. "Jesus Christ." His voice cracked.

She grinned around him, loving that he was already losing control.  He reached down, fondling her breasts as he gasped in pleasure. When she came up for air, his cock was slick with her spit, glistening. She climbed up his body, dragging her wet cunt along his thigh, leaving a trail of herself on his skin.

She positioned herself over him, one hand braced on his stomach, the other guiding his cock to her entrance. She sank down slowly, achingly slowly, letting him feel every inch of her tight heat as she took him inside.

She started to move, rolling her hips in a slow circle, grinding down on him. His hands guided her, showing her the angle, and when he hit that spot, that deep, perfect spot, she moaned loud enough to echo off the high ceiling.

"That's it," he said, his voice rough. "Right there. Ride my cock, baby."

She did. She rode him until her thighs burned and her breath came in sobs, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every rock of her hips. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, pressing hard in tight circles, and she came again, harder this time, her vision going white at the edges, her body convulsing around him.

Chuck followed a moment later, his hips driving up into her as he came with a guttural groan, his hands bruising-tight on her waist.

She collapsed onto his chest, her heart hammering against his. The ceiling fan spun lazily above them. Somewhere outside, a lawnmower droned. The world had kept turning.

They snuggled together, their bodies draped all over each other.

"Chuck?" she asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his tattooed chest.

"Yeah?" he answered, his voice still rough around the edges as he tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear.

Sofia hesitated, her fingertip pausing mid-swirl over the faded ink of a cobra coiled around an anchor. "What do you...what do you do for a living."

"Does it matter?" he answered, planting a kiss on her shoulder as he held her close.

"Well, the house. The car. The hot tub..." her voice trailed off, fingers still tracing his tattoos.

Chuck chuckled, the sound vibrating against her cheek where it rested on his chest. "Pharmaceuticals."

Sofia's fingers froze on his chest. "Pharmaceuticals?" she repeated slowly, tilting her head to look up at him. The way he'd said it carried a weight that didn't match the sterile white lab coats she imagined.

Chuck's grin was lazy but sharp. "The kind that comes in unmarked planes and boats from Colombia," he murmured, watching her reaction carefully. The ceiling fan cast slow-moving shadows across his face as Sofia's body tensed against him.

She pushed up on one elbow, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder. "You're joking."

"That's all I'm going to say. Don't make me make you any more of an accessory after the fact, Sofia." he joked, though his eyes weren't laughing. He reached over to the nightstand, pulling a cigarette from a gold case. The lighter flicked once, twice, before catching. The flame illuminated the sharp planes of his face as he took a slow drag.

Sofia sat up fully, the sheet pooling around her waist. She watched the smoke curl toward the ceiling. "So you're telling me I just fucked a drug dealer." Her voice was flat, but her pulse jumped at her throat.

The cigarette smoke coiled between them like an unanswered question. Sofia's fingers tightened in the sheets. "You're serious."

Chuck exhaled a slow stream of gray, watching her face. "Would you rather I lied?"

Sofia's breath caught in her throat as the implication settled over her. The cigarette smoke curled between them like a lazy accusation. She could feel the dampness of the sheets beneath her thighs, smell the smoke from his cigarette as he noncalatnyl took a drag of it. Everything about this moment felt surreal, like she'd stepped into someone else's life.

"You're serious," she repeated.

Chuck's chuckle was low and throaty as he crushed the cigarette into a crystal ashtray. "Dead serious." He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. The sheet slipped lower, revealing more of the tattoos snaking across his ribs, anchors, skulls, a crucifix wrapped in barbed wire. "But you're not gonna call the cops, are you, Sofia?"

Her pulse hammered against her collarbone. She should be scrambling for her clothes, dialing 911 with trembling fingers, but instead, Sofia felt an illicit thrill curl low in her stomach. The realization made her breath hitch.

"No cops," she said. The admission tasted dangerous on her tongue.

"Good. Because I'd really love to make you come all over my cock again." he murmured, running his fingertips along her bare thigh beneath the tangled sheets.

Sofia felt the weight of Chuck's confession settle between them, thick as the humidity pressing against the windows. His fingertips traced idle patterns up her inner thigh, the touch at odds with the dangerous truth he'd just shared. She should pull away. Should grab her clothes and run screaming from this glass-walled fortress of a drug dealer's house. Instead, she exhaled slowly, watching the ceiling fan's lazy rotations above them.

"You're trouble," she murmured, but her legs parted slightly under his touch.

"The best kind, though." he winked and leaned in to kiss her, his lips warm with lingering cigarette smoke. Sofia hesitated only a second before letting him pull her back down onto the sheets. The friction of his rough hands sliding up her thighs erased any lingering doubts better than any words could.

They kissed until their lips were swollen, the taste of tobacco and champagne mingling between them. When he rolled her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head, the sheets tangled around their legs like restraints.

"I want you to scream for me this time," he murmured against her throat, teeth grazing her pulse point.

The sheets clung to Sofia's damp skin as Chuck's mouth moved lower, tracing the swell of her breasts with teeth and tongue. She arched into him, nails digging into his shoulders when he sucked a nipple into his mouth with deliberate pressure. The ceiling fan above them stirred the humid air, doing nothing to cool the heat coiling low in her belly.

"Fuck, those tits. I could play with them all night." Chuck murmured, his fingers digging into Sofia's hips as he positioned himself between her thighs. The slap of skin against skin echoed off the glass walls when he drove into her with one smooth thrust. Sofia gasped, her back arching off the mattress, the damp sheets bunching beneath her.

Chuck set a relentless pace from the start, his hips pistoning against hers with a rhythm that had her seeing stars. She clawed at his back, the tattoos there rippling under her fingertips with each powerful thrust. His lips found hers again in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as he angled deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her thighs tremble.

The sheets tore from the mattress as Sofia's fingers scrabbled for purchase, her climax hitting like a freight train. Chuck's name ripped from her throat in a ragged cry that echoed through the glass-walled bedroom, mingling with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.

Chuck let her recover before he pulled out his cock and positioned himself above her, sliding his cock between her tits.

"I need to fuck these." he growled, squeezing her breasts together around his cock. The head glistened with her arousal, the swollen tip brushing her lower lip as he thrust between the soft mounds. Sofia moaned, arching her back to give him better access, her nipples stiffening against his shaft with each pass.

Chuck's hips pistoned faster, his breathing ragged. "Lick it," he commanded.. Sofia stuck out her tongue obediently, catching the salty pre-come beading at his tip with each stroke. The combination of the wet heat of her mouth and the soft pressure of her tits drove him wild. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises as his thrusts grew jerky.

"Fuck, these feel incredible." he groaned, his hips snapping faster as Sofia's tongue swirled around his cockhead each time it passed her lips. His grip on her breasts tightened, the flesh spilling between his fingers with every rough thrust.

Chuck's abs flexed as his orgasm built, sweat beading along his tattooed chest.

"You close?" she gasped, flicking her tongue against the underside of his shaft.

"Fuck, yeah. I'm gonna' paint that pretty face of yours," he panted, his cock beginning to pulse between her breasts. Sofia tilted her chin up eagerly, lips parted, eyes locked on his. She never did this with her other boyfriends, thought it was disgusting. Now she was not only willing to let this drug dealer use her breasts, but also ejaculate on her face.

With a roar, Chuck came; the first thick spurt landed hot across her lips, painting her tongue with the bitter salt of him before streaking her cheekbone. Sofia gasped but didn't pull away, letting the next ropes stripe her chin, her throat, her face, until her skin glistened with his sperm. Chuck groaned long and low, watching her lick her lips clean with deliberate swipes of her tongue.

His cock remained hard, and he swiftly thrust it inside her pussy, beginning to fuck her hard again. His hips moved with rough precision, driving into her wet heat until she arched beneath him, another orgasm ripping through her body. Chuck groaned as her tight walls clenched around him, but he didn't slow down, he pounded her through it, his rhythm relentless.

When he finally came, his cum spilled deep inside her, filling her with pulses of heat that made her shudder.  They finally collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweaty, damp sheets. Her face covered with his load, her pussy leaking even more, Sofia stared at the whirling ceiling fan while her heartbeat slowed.

She had just fucked a drug dealer. A fucking drug dealer.

Raw.

And she had loved it.