POV
Millie
Steph and I are now just getting back to the house after a full afternoon of shopping, well, mainly her. She's the kind of person who loves to blow the last penny she has. I suppose if I had security of a place to stay without rent I'd probably do the same, but she's been like this her whole life.
We get out of my car and we hug before going our separate ways into the same house.
I leisurely walk to the 4th floor and knock on X's black door.
After a second or so he opens the door with a dish rag over his shoulder. I can't help but laugh at him.
"Oh shut up," he laughs too and takes the rag from his shoulder hitting me with it on the butt.
"Hey!" I yell as he picks me up over his shoulder and slams me onto the black leather couch in the living room.
We laugh at each other, it's nice to see him let down his guard and be playful.
"It actually smells good in here, what are you making," I say sarcastically.
"Hey watch it, I still have the towel so choose your words wisely babe." He says playfully.
"C'mon, it's almost down." He says and I follow him to the kitchen.
"I present to you, well, probably In 5 minutes present to you, Puchero," He says guiding his hand over the food.
"I'm sorry, what?" I ask in confusion.
"Puchero, it's an Argentinian dish babe." He says.
I look over into the pot on the stove, it looks like a stew with meat, corn, potatoes and squash maybe? It's sort of hard to tell from here but it smells amazing.
"Are you Argentinian? I ask surprised.
"Half," He says, "my dad was full, and mom is American, so probably a mutt of a ton of European countries."
"Sit down baby, it'll be done any minute." He instructs.
I sit at one of the chairs at the island and patiently wait to try the dinner he has made.
"So, do you speak Spanish then?" I ask.
"Eh, little bit. I mostly understand it but don't speak it all that much, I can get around if need be." He says and I'm actually turned on by him being able to speak another language even if it's just a little.
He puts the stew-like dinner into a white bowl and sets it in front of me, the smell is overwhelmingly amazing.
He sits next to me and says "Dig in babe."
I take a bite, and oh my god, my eyes could just roll in the back of my head from the flavor.
"Wow, I'm impressed!" I say, actually impressed.
X laughs, "Thanks, baby."
"Where did you learn how to cook this?" I ask curiously.
"Well before my grandmother passed away she taught my ma how to do it so my dad could still enjoy his favorite dish in the States, so when I was younger my mom taught me too." He explains and I'm happily surprised that he's sharing that part of his life with me.
"Do you think you'll ever try to find your mom someday?" I ask seriously.
"No Millie, she's the one that left, she's always known exactly where to find me and she hasn't tried once." He says with a mix between hurt and agitation.
"Makes sense," I say to him, letting him know I'm on his side.
We finish our delicious meal, leaving next to nothing in the bowls.
I clean up the ridiculous mess he made, using way too many pots and pans and liquid spilled all over the countertops. I shake my head at how much of a disaster he's made for one meal.
…
The kitchen is now clean and X is sitting on the black leather couch doing something on his phone.
"I'm gonna go lay down," I say stretching my arms.
He looks up at me, "Okay, babe. I'll be right in."
I change out of my clothes and put some black yoga pants on and a light pink cami. I lay on the bed, scrolling through apps on my phone. X walks in, taking his shirt off, only leaving him in his jeans, he looks incredible like this. He crawls over to me on the bed and flings my phone out of my hands, god only knows where it landed.
"I'm hungry," he says in a seductive tone.
I give him a puzzled look, "we literally just ate.." I say confused.
"No, like I'm hungry for something else," he says tucking a single finger into the waistband of my pants.
My eyebrows shoot up, "oh," I say intrigued.
He leans himself forward placing his lips on my neck, I become a puddle beneath him. I run my fingers through the back of his head, getting high by feeling of pressure he's using to suck on my neck.
He lowers himself, pulling my shirt and bra off to the side to occupy his mouth as a replacement. He looks up at me with lustful green eyes, "I'll never get enough of you," he says while still holding a breast in his mouth.
The image alone is driving me wild.
He sits up undoing the button of his jeans to expand the space for his growing dick.
He tugs at the waistband of my yoga pants and my underwear, ever so slowly dragging them off me. He grabs at his dick for a second, applying pressure.
"Fuck, Eres tan hermosa." He says looking down at me and I have absolutely no idea what he just said but it sounded unbelievably sexy whatever it was.
He goes back to lowering himself with his head in between my wanting legs. He kisses my inner thighs, building the anticipation for what's to come.
"Please," I beg him breathlessly.
"Patience baby," he says looking up at me with a half smile creating that perfect dimple.
He continues to kiss my thighs, licking and nipping. I'm dying for him to do something more.
He finally gives in to my previous plea, pressing his tongue to the most sensitive part of my body. I jerk with pleasure and he holds my legs in place.
He's swirling his tongue with precision, he puts his middle finger into me and I enter euphoria. He's sliding his finger in and out of me while his tongue is meticulously at work. I'm so close…
I can't hold back my moans as he continuously drives me into a deeper state of pleasure.
There is a ringing sound coming from the X's pocket.
Please don't answer.
He ignores it, thank god.
It rings immediately after.
"Fuck!" C'mon!" X grits through his teeth in frustration.
His mouth and finger are still at work while he pulls out his phone.
He removes his mouth from me to answer, "What is it Julian, I'm busy right now." He says agitated.
He sits up with a finger still inside me, still engaging me with pleasure, the head of his dick is poking out of his boxers and the sight has overwhelmed me, I grab the nearest pillow to me and shove it over my face so Julian doesn't hear me unraveling an intense orgasm.
X puts his thumb over my clit, circling around it throwing my current orgasm into overdrive.
His finger halts to a stop and he says "fuck, are you serious? He wasn't supposed to be here for another couple of days. Okay, okay, I'll be right there man." He says.
I uncover my face, he's looking down at me in the sexiest way. He takes his finger out of me and puts it in his mouth, sucking off the orgasm I left on him. He leans down and gives me a long kiss.
"I'm so sorry baby, I have to go, we'll finish this when I get back." he says.
He grabs his shirt off the floor and puts it over his head as he rushes out of the door.
But we in fact, did not finish what we started.