New story! This is a Carlos one and I'm really enjoying it so far. This first chapter is REALLY REALLY long. Like, 6,000 words long. But I think it's one of my best, so please please please leave a review!
"Hey, Melissa, I'm gonna run down the street to get some coffee, you gonna be okay here?" Ally Moore asked her employer, making sure she would be okay to run the store by herself.
The redhead stood up from below the counter and placed a bunch of hangers down, "Yeah, sure! It's only 10, so we shouldn't get a crowd until like, 11 or something."
"This is true, call me if you need me though! I won't be long." Ally grabbed her purse and headed for the door, stopping for a second and facepalming her head. "I'm such a jerk, do you want any coffee or something?"
Melissa laughed, "Nah, I'm good. Take your time!"
Ally gave her a wave and groaned as soon as she opened the store door at the sound of her phone going off. She didn't even bother checking the id; it was a bad habit and she had been trying to remember to look but gave up after two days of trying. "This is Allyson Moore!" She greeted.
"Allyson, it's Sarah. I just wanted to call and make sure we were still on tonight." Ally stopped walking and tried to refrain from making a loud groan of annoyance.
"Sarah, hey!" She bit her lip to fight back the groan again. She remembered her destination for coffee and continued onward. "Um, honestly, I kind of forgot about it, but thankfully there's nothing planned for tonight, so yes, we are still on for tonight!"
Sarah was Ally's brother's girlfriend's sister and had been hammering her about going on a double date with her and her boyfriend and his best friend. It was a blind date and Ally had always hated them, but her brother begged her to agree, so of course she did. She never said no to her brother.
"Great! You can meet us at the restaurant at about 8, how does that sound?" She could hear Sarah's excitement and smiled briefly, happy that she was making someone happy.
"That sounds perfect, Sarah. Hey, how's your mom doing?" Ally quickly changed the subject to focus more on her and not herself. She hated when the attention was all over her.
Ally reached the door to Starbucks when Sarah began to finish her story, "So all in all, she's doing better. She should be out of the hospital tomorrow."
"Well, I'm glad to hear she's doing good." Ally stated, genuinely concerned. She was blocking the door to Starbucks but didn't really think too much about it until she heard a voice come from behind her.
"Excuse me, miss. But I am dying from lack of caffeine." A very cute Latino boy excused himself between Ally and the door and sent her a wink.
She immediately blushed and apologized, "I'm so sorry, go ahead." The phone was still pressed against her ear as Sarah went off another story, this time about Moore Clothes.
The man held open the door for Ally and she gently smiled at him and walked on through, "Thank you."
"Anytime, anytime." He grinned at her before going up to the line and observing the menu.
"Sarah, just stop by anytime tomorrow and you can exchange the top for a different size. It's okay." Ally chuckled at her friend's dismay about the wrong sized top.
Ally owned her own clothing boutique in Downtown L.A. called "Moore Clothes". She had just finished school at UCLA with a major in Fashion Merchandising and minor in Business. She was able to open the shop a little less than a year ago. At 22, she was starting her life off great.
"Oh, Allyson, thank you! The connections we all have in this town are just wonderful, aren't they?" Sarah commented.
Ally couldn't help but cringe at the name "Allyson". She would never admit it to anyone, but she hated the name. When she moved out for school, she insisted on being called Ally because it just suited her personality more. The only one in her family that ever called her Ally was her brother, Michael. But whenever someone called her Allyson, she never corrected them. It was just a habit. Another one that she just couldn't shake.
She rolled her eyes at Sarah's comment, "Well, Sarah, I guess if you got them, why not use them?"
"I hate to leave you, but someone's at my door. I'll see you later tonight, Allyson."
"Bye, Sarah," Ally didn't hesitate to groan when she hung up and put her phone in her purse. She took a deep breath and looked up at the menu, eyeing the espresso and just plain coffee. She considered ordering an espresso shot and frappe but wasn't sure exactly—
Next thing she knew, Ally was in the arms of the man who opened the door for her and was now drenched in cold coffee.
"I am so so sorry!" The man stood her up and tried not to laugh at the mess he made. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine, it's fine," Ally sighed, feeling sticky. "At least it wasn't hot, right?"
The man finally let out a laugh and ushered Ally down to a two person round table. "Here," he handed her a bunch of napkins. "Let me buy you your coffee. I'm so sorry, please?"
Ally was about to decline as she was drying off her very cold thighs and blue jean shorts when she looked up at the man's brown eyes and was stuck. "Um, okay. Just a tall coffee, with three sugars and cream."
"You got it," he winked before turning back to the cashier. Ally looked down at her shirt and saw the brown stain already there and also on her shorts. She groaned but then remembered she had a clothing store and could easily change. It was 5 minutes before the guy came back with her coffee and a new frappe for himself.
"Listen, I'm really really sorry. I don't tend to watch where I'm going sometimes. It's a bad habit," he smiled, handing Ally her coffee.
She chuckled, "We all have those, don't we?" She asked, referring to the bad habits.
He sat down across from her and put out his hand, "I'm Carlos Garcia."
Ally took his hand and shook it, "Ally Moore." She couldn't help but blush again when he held on to her hand for a second longer.
"I've always liked the name Ally. I think I've only met two Ally's in my lifetime." Carlos stated, keeping his eyes on hers as he sipped his drink.
"Really? I've met probably a dozen Carlos's. I hardly remember any of them," she sipped her own coffee, still pressing napkins in to her lap.
"Well, I guess I'll have to make myself rememberable." His winking was becoming quite numerous.
Ally laughed at him, not really sure if she should even be sitting at this table with this stranger. She had known him less than ten minutes and was very sure that he was one of those guys that did this numerous times. Spill coffee on a girl, flirt way too much, and just be so infections. He was a flat out player and Ally was ready to call him out on it.
"Uh, I should probably go. I'm all sticky and I have to be at work right now, so—" she started to stand up but Carlos stopped her.
"What? No, come on. Sit down and enjoy your coffee. We just got here. I promise not to flirt with you anymore. I apologize. I sometimes get carried away when I see a beautiful girl sitting across from me," he chuckled at her rolling eyes. "That was the last one, I promise!"
"Ten minutes is all you get. I really have to get back to work." She sent him a soft smile, giving in to his charm. It wasn't every day that she was being complimented and flirted with by a really cute guy. They were usually slobs or it just didn't happen. So Ally was going to take advantage.
"Ten minutes is hardly enough time to get to know someone," Carlos said, grinning now that he got to spend a little more time with this girl.
"You obviously have never experienced speed dating," Ally joked, and Carlos laughed at it. She smiled at him, sipping her coffee.
"No, I personally haven't, but I have a feeling you have."
Carlos couldn't contain his belly laugh anymore and just let it all out. Ally had tears forming in the corner of her eyes at the retelling of her most recent speed date story. "So the guy just kept throwing up in the trash can while I'm holding it. It was the worst thing. But was even more worse is the that girl who went before me? She knew he was sick but didn't bother telling anyone about it!"
Carlos couldn't stop laughing. This girl was the funniest girl he had ever met in his life and had determined that after 20 minutes of knowing her. After they had cooled down, Carlos asked, "Why have you been to 4 speed dating things? I mean, they obviously don't work out for you, hence the vomit guy, and you're just so beautiful guys should be in line behind me asking you out."
Ally could tell this wasn't a line he was just using to charm her. She saw how sincere he was in his eyes. She shrugged at the thought, "I've never really put myself out there I guess. In high school I was always focused on getting the hell out of there, and college I just wanted to start my business."
He nodded, accepting her answer. "Tell me about this business. What do you do?"
She grinned at the thought of her own business. She loved telling people all about it, "It's just down the street. Moore Clothes," Carlos laughed at the name, saying it was fitting and let Ally continue. "is a business I always wanted to start ever since I was like 10. My grandmother used to own a boutique in San Clemente , which is where I'm from, but when she passed away no one was there to keep it open. So my dad had to shut it down, and I've always wanted to open it back up. So last year, I finally had the money and experience to do it. I went to UCLA and finished and now here I am with my amazing business and delicious coffee." She sipped her coffee once again and smiled at him as he was grinning at her. "What do you do?"
He shook his head, sipping his own drink. "I'm in the music business. I'm in this band with a few buddies of mine."
"Are you guys popular?" Ally questioned, suddenly aware that the guy in front of her might be a celebrity. She really didn't know how to feel about that since she didn't like getting attention. She looked out the window to see if there was any one with a camera around like a paparazzi.
"No, no, we're trying to get there. We just got picked up by this record company, so we're going to see how it goes." Carlos shrugged, sipping his coffee again.
"Well, I bet you guys are really good." She smiled across the table and bit her lip unintentionally. Carlos watched the action and couldn't help but stare at her lips. He leaned up in his seat and put his elbows on the table. Ally felt nervous at his stare and glanced at her watch. "Oh, my god! It's almost 11:15. Shit! Melissa is going to kill me."
"I thought you were your own boss," Carlos chuckled, looking her in the eyes.
She returned his stare and smiled, "I am, but that doesn't mean I want to leave my employees alone in a clothing store." Ally leaned her own elbows on the table and sighed. She almost didn't want to leave this man in front of her, scared that this would be a dream.
It was like Carlos felt the same way and before she could move her arms, his hands reached across the table and gently laid them on her elbows.
"What do you say we get together tonight?"
"Are you asking a total stranger out on a date, ?"
"Isn't that how dating works? You start off as strangers then gradually work your way to knowing everything about someone? I mean, you should know that Miss Speed Dater." He smirked, his thumb moving back and forth on her elbow.
She chuckled at him, not giving in. "I happen to have a date already planned tonight."
His eyes bore into hers, trying to figure out if she was lying or really telling him the truth. He wasn't so sure since she had already said she didn't put herself out there too much. He smiled softly, his hand still on her elbow. "I don't believe you."
Ally laughed loudly this time, dropping her gaze from him. She waited a moment before looking back up at him, "It's true." She pursed her lips, seeing if she could confuse him more. She kind of felt sad for turning him down. This would be the one day that she actually has a date with someone, and meets another guy.
"Well then, Ally," He pulled his arm from her and she silently missed the warmth that his arm had given. Carlos pulled out a pen from his back pocket and grabbed a napkin from the table. "I'm giving you my number, and I want you to call me when your date tonight ends unsuccessfully."
"And how do you know that's going to happen?" She grinned at him, standing up and grabbing her purse.
Carlos leaned back in his seat and grinned up at her, "I just have a feeling."
Ally hesitated from a moment on picking up the napkin, but finally did when she watched Carlos raise an eyebrow up at her. "I'll see you around, Carlos." She started turning away from him and almost stopped when she heard his reply.
"I'll see you tonight, Ally."
"Okay, I'm so so so so sorry, Melissa! This guy spilled coffee on me and we just sat there talking for over an hour! Please forgive me!" Ally rushed in to Moore Clothes and went right up to the register, not seeing a single person in the store.
Melissa chuckled, "Ally, it's fine. We've had like 4 people come in. It hasn't been bad at all." Ally let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank god. Okay. I'm really sorry though. I just met this guy and-" she started smiling immediately.
"Oh, my god! You already like this guy? Tell me everything!" And so she did, from start to finish.
"So basically you have two dates tonight with two different guys?" Melissa asked, folding a few shirts before putting them out on display.
"What? No! I'm not calling this Carlos guy." Ally looked scared at the thought.
"Ally! You have to! What if he's the love of your life and your future with him holds hot, freaky sex and beautiful mixed Latino babies?" Melissa giggled.
Ally laughed at her, throwing hangers in to the basket under the counter. "Well what if the guy tonight is my future, hmm?"
"Look, I'm not saying you have to pick one of them right now. I'm just saying, go out with this guy Sarah got you in to, and if it doesn't work out, give Carlos a call. I bet he'll be very willing to help you-"
"Stop!" Ally put up a hand, seeing some girls walk in the store. "Welcome to Moore Clothes, let us know if you need any help finding anything!" She watched the girls head over to the new dresses in the corner and turned to Melissa. "What if this date tonight works out though? What do I do if I still want to call this Carlos guy?"
Melissa gave her boss a stern look, "Honey, if you don't call this guy no matter what, I'll be glad to do the job."
As the day passed, Ally slowly forgot about Carlos. They had a rush of customers after lunch and it stayed busy until closing time. When Ally got to her apartment, she hurried to get ready for her blind date and made it to the restaurant 5 minutes late.
She spotted Sarah easily with her platinum blond hair and hurried over to the table. She assumed the guy sitting across from her with the empty chair beside him was her date and Ally suddenly became very nervous. She glanced in the mirror and made sure her brown hair was in place and her make up hadn't smeared in the car. Her black pumps made her short legs look longer and the black body con stress hug her body in all the right places. She looked good and was proud for accomplishing the look.
Her stride to the table was full of confidence and so was her voice, "Hey, you guys! I'm so sorry I'm late. We had a busy today at the store." She apologized profusely to Sarah and her boyfriend Brian.
"Oh, honey, it's fine! Allyson, I want you to meet Logan Mitchell. Logan, this is Allyson Moore." Sarah took a sip of her wine as she introduced the two to each other.
Logan stood up to shake her hand, "It's very lovely to meet you, Allyson. Brian and Sarah have been telling me a lot about you." Ally sat down in the seat beside him as he pulled it out.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Logan. Thank you," Ally looked up at Sarah and smiled at her.
"We were just talking about our old schools, Allyson. Where is it that you went?"
"Oh," she glanced around the table, noticing all eyes were on her. "Uh, I'm from San Clemente, so I went to high school there. I graduated from UCLA last spring."
Logan nodded, "That's a great school. What was your major?"
"Fashion Merchandise. I minored in business." Ally smiled at him.
"Allyson owns Moore Clothes downtown. She has quite the collection of the some pretty stuff." Sarah buttered her up and sent her a wink across the table.
"We don't really feature any guy clothes, but we sometimes try to order a shipment of stuff to see if we can get more business with it." Ally noted, glancing down at her wine menu. She felt like she was going to need some alcohol to get through the night.
"Well, you two, it has been a lovely evening, but I'm afraid we need to get home. I have to be up early tomorrow for my yoga class; Allyson, will I see you there?" Sarah asked, an eyebrow raised and her hand on her boyfriend's arm.
"Uh, it's a possibility." Ally answered, inside yelling 'FUCK NO.' "I'll see you later, guys." Sarah and Brian waved a goodbye, leaving Ally alone with Logan for the first time that night. "I'm sorry for her. She can be pretty rude sometimes." She was referring to when Sarah said musicians didn't make any money during dinner. "I think being in a band is awesome."
Logan nodded, "It has it's perks. Is Sarah always such a bitch? Even before you got to dinner, she was just so uptight."
Ally laughed at his question, "She can be tolerable sometimes. Was this your first time meeting her?" They started walking towards Ally's car slowly.
"Yeah, I'm good friends with Brian and he practically begged me to come tonight so Sarah would stop bothering him about it. I don't usually do blind dates." Logan chuckled, sliding his hands in his pockets.
Ally nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I usually just don't date at all. I try, but it never works out."
"Really? A pretty girl like you should have hundreds of guys lined up for you." Logan smiled at her, sending her a soft wink. Ally blushed and looked away from him. She remembered Carlos saying that same thing and looked down at her watch.
"Wow, it's only 9:30."
"You maybe want to go get some ice cream or something? There's a place down the street; they have really good Rocky Road." Logan tried to bribe her with the flavor after hearing she liked it the best at dinner.
Ally put Carlos to the back of her mind and focused on the gorgeous man in front of her. She grinned and decided to just go with it, "I'd love to."
"So I had a really great time tonight," Logan said, walking with Ally back to her car. "I haven't been on a really good date in a while."
Ally laughed at him, "How long is a while?"
"Hmm, about 6 months." Logan answered, hearing a gasp come from Ally's mouth. "Shocking right?" He grinned at her.
Ally couldn't help but laugh even louder, "I was just kidding. I kind of beat you at the 'bad dating' game. I haven't had a good date in over a year. I tried speed dating a few times; not the kind of thing you want to experience."
Logan laughed at her response, "Seriously? Speed dating?"
"Guilty as charged," Ally held up her hands, grinning from ear to ear.
"I would love to hear more about this speed dating." Logan said, sounding curious about her adventures.
Ally smiled softly at him. She reached in to her purse and found a pen and a receipt for her lunch that day. "Well, this is my cell number." She handed it over to him after writing her number down on it. "If you want to go on a real date that doesn't involve Sarah then give me a call and I'll tell you all about my speed dating experiences." Man, everyone has been digging this story today, she thought.
"I'll give you a call, Allyson." Logan smiled, putting the receipt in his pocket. "Thank you again for the wonderful evening."
"Anytime," she grinned, accepting his hug and kiss on the cheek. She gave him a light peck at the same time and blushed. "Good night, Logan."
Ally waited patiently at the redlight beside the ice cream place she had just left. Her date was over and it was a success. So why was she still thinking about Carlos? Her thoughts went back to Melissa telling her to call Carlos no matter what. She was so hesitant to do anything so she pulled over in to the parking lot of a gas station and grabbed her phone.
Her fingers dialed a familiar number and she heard the red head pick up, "So my date was a success tonight."
"Really? That's great, Ally! Now why are you calling me about it?" Melissa asked, a chuckle in her voice.
"I keep thinking about that Carlos guy! I don't know what to do!" Ally was frantic. She facepalmed her head and groaned. "Help me, Melissa!"
Melissa laughed loudly on the other end, "Just call him, Ally! You won't regret it; I promise!"
"How do you know that?" Ally questioned, feeling anxious at the thought of calling him.
"Because it's always fun to have a one night stand, Al! That's what you want, isn't it?"
She stopped talking for a moment and thought about it. She hadn't had decent sex in almost 6 months and she could definitely use it right now. But did she want it with Carlos? Or did she want to try something else with him, like a relationship?
"I have absolutely no idea what I want right now," she softly laughed at herself, feeling completely stupid.
"Call him. If you don't want any sex, then tell him that. But call him and see what happens. Do it for me!" Melissa yelled, "Goodnight, boss!" She hung up the phone before Ally could say anything else.
She groaned and stared at the gas station for a minute, trying to recollect her thoughts. "Fuck it!"
Ally pulled the napkin with Carlos' number on it out and dialed the number. She hesitated before pressing call but did it anyway. The phone rang three times before she heard his voice on the other end, sounding completely sexy. "Hello?"
"Carlos?" Ally wanted to make sure she had the right number. She hoped her voice sounded normal and closed her eyes, trying not to freak out too much. "It's Ally…" she waited for a response but got nothing. "From the coffee shop?" Good god, did this guy already forget who she was?
"No, I remember." She heard him chuckle and let out a sigh of relief. "I'm just surprised you're actually calling me. Wow. So bad date then, eh?"
She heard herself laugh at him, "No, it actually went pretty well."
"Then why are you calling me, Ally?" She could practically hear his smirk on the other end and shuddered at the way her name sounded from his lips.
"Well, let's just say you made yourself pretty rememberable today, Carlos." She smiled at how clever that sounded and braced herself for his reply.
"I'm glad," His voice sounded husky over the phone and Ally was sure just listening to his voice was the best thing. "Hey, it's only 11. Not too late. Do you want to come over to my lovely adobe?" Ally dropped her jaw, trying to collect her thoughts and still remain calm. "I mean, if you don't want to you don't have to. It's just an offer."
"Well, do you have company?" Ally questioned, worried that maybe she bothered him at a bad time and that he had people over.
He chuckled, "It's just me and my dog, Sydney. So, please, feel free to come over. I would really enjoy it."
Ally took the phone away from her ear for a second, leaning her head against the headrest and silently mouthing, "OH MY GOD!"
"Ally?" His voice brought her back to reality and she coughed, "Did I lose you?"
"You didn't lose me. Text me your address and I'll be there soon." She said, hanging up the phone and actually screaming, "OH MY GOD!"
Ally nervously waited at the door after ringing the doorbell. She had never done anything this crazy and had no idea what she was doing. She looked up when she could see Carlos' figure coming down the hall. A dog was barking right behind his trail.
"Sydney, hush! It's just a visitor. It's fine." He opened the door with a grin on his face and looked at her up and down. "Wow, you look great! Is this for me or the other guy?" Sydney was still barking at the new scent.
"It was actually for the other guy," she smirked, eyeing the dog. "Hey, there." She lifted her hand and squatted down to doggy level.
"Oh, you don't have to get on the ground for her. She's just not used to seeing pretty girls over at all. She's a jealous puppy." Carlos looked down at Ally, surprised she was on her knees petting his dog.
"I love dogs! She's really cute." She purposely didn't say anything about his 'pretty girl' comment.
"Well, when you're ready, you can come on inside." He laughed at her as she got up to stand in front of him. "Welcome to my home!"
"It's amazing. Definitely has no comparison to my apartment." She walked in, hovering in the path between the living room and kitchen. She noticed the TV was on ESPN and there was plate with a half-eaten sandwich on a napkin in the kitchen.
Carlos shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets and walking up beside her. "I'm sure your apartment's fine. It took me forever to find this place. Finally moved in last year."
Ally turned to look at him and took in his appearance. He was wearing the same jeans from earlier but had a purple zip up jacket on with a snapback hat turned around so that the bill was in the back. He looked good nonetheless.
"Well, it looks great." She nodded at him, crossing her arms and just standing there, having no idea what to do.
"Uh," Carlos looked towards the TV and then back at Ally. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? Just hang out?" He jumped over the couch and plopped down, already reaching for the remote.
"Sure, that sounds good." Ally walked around the couch and sat down beside him, leaving about a foot of space between them.
"Feel free to make yourself comfortable; take off those heels if ya want," he looked over at her, smirking and letting his eyes trail down her tan legs and landing on her feet. Ally slipped them off and placed them beside her feet while Carlos settled on "Due Date" on the TV. "So, tell me about this date."
Ally looked over at him, seeing he was indulged in the screen. "He was a nice guy," she answered, turning her attention up the screen too. She felt his gaze shift down to her.
"Then why did you call?" He questioned her, admiring her facial structure. "You said it went well?"
Ally turned her gaze to him and they both sat there staring at each other. "Honestly…I was having a really good time. But he said something and it made me think of you…and as soon as that happened, I couldn't stop."
Carlos didn't make any emotion. He just stared at her, wondering if she was serious. This girl confused the shit out of him. She was so honest and he wasn't used to it. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him and saying anything to get him in the sack. He knew he was in trouble with the one sitting in front of him on his couch.
"So what's the deal with him then? You gonna see him again?" He asked, not knowing what to do in this situation because he honestly had no clue what he was doing.
She shrugged, "Maybe. It depends."
"On what?" He asked, his lips starting to form a smile.
She watched him and couldn't help but smile too. "I'm not really sure yet."
Carlos stared at her for a second longer before silently laughing and shaking his head. This was surreal. He looked at the TV again and looked back at her. She was just grinning and watching the movie. "Do you want anything to drink? I've got some soda, Gatorade, beer, some really good wine, uhhh, there's some tequila I think from last week."
She chuckled at him, "I'll drink whatever you drink." He stood up, thinking 'challenge accepted', and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and opened the caps by hitting them on the counter. He took a deep breath as he walked back in to the living. He handed her a beer and plopped down beside her, leaving hardly any room between the two of them. "Smooth move." Ally laughed at him, noticing how close he was sitting to her.
"Thank you, thank you," He took a gulp of his beer and then grinned at her, "I try sometimes."
Ally laughed at him before taking a gulp of her own beer. "So, tell me more about this band you're in. It obviously pays well." She joked and Carlos started laughing.
One hour and two beers later, the movie was forgotten and Carlos and Ally were in his kitchen. Ally was sitting up on the counter while Carlos tried to unsuccessfully make cupcakes. "You're doing it wrong! Add the egg!" Ally drunkenly laughed at him.
"Woman, this is my kitchen! I will make cupcakes how I want!" He dropped the egg shell in the batter and cursed. "Shit, I'm totally screwing this up right now." He laughed, trying to grab the shell out but completely crushing it with his fingers instead. "Shit!" Ally laughed louder at him and jumped off the counter.
She slid up behind him, placing a hand on the small of his back to lean over the bowl. "It shouldn't be this funny to make cupcakes," she giggled, reaching in to the bowl and gently grabbing the shells. She turned around to toss them in the garbage and Carlos kept his eyes on her.
The moment she touched his back, the whole atmosphere changed. He suddenly felt hot and extremely turned on. They had been cutting up night since the beers and had been having such a fun night. Thoughts of trying to flirt with her had stopped when he realized he didn't need to try anymore. He was just going to be himself and it was working and he had hoped to God that she wasn't going to turn him down tonight.
He stepped up behind her and licked his lips and as soon as she turned around and saw him standing so close, her smile dropped and she noticed the lust in his eyes. She couldn't say anything. It was like she was paralyzed. Ally let her eyes fall to his lips and she knew she wasn't going to be able to resist him much longer. Thankfully she didn't have to worry about that for too long.
Carlos took one more step towards her so Ally could feel him breathing on her lips. Their height difference wasn't too far off. At 5'5, Ally's lips easily could be turned upward and would hit his directly. And that's just what they did. Carlos tilted her head up and pressed his lips against hers, and they both sighed in to the kiss.
Ally's hands immediately wrapped around his neck and his went directly to gripping his sides. He opened his mouth and quickly begged to be let in to hers and she didn't hesitate to welcome him. His tongue pushed against hers and she let out a moan, causing him to get chills down his spine.
Her head tilted to the side as his lips moved to travel down to her neck, stopping right below her ear to softly suck on the skin right there. She couldn't help but groan when she felt his teeth gently nibble her earlobe. Ally couldn't take it anymore and moved her lips back to his, biting his lip and earning a moan from him.
Carlos hoisted her up on to his counter and placed himself in between her legs. They wrapped around his waist and pulled him even closer to her. Their tongues continued to battle each other as their hands explored all parts of their bodies. Her hands roamed down his back and ended up underneath his shirt, nails grazing his skin and feeling the warmth. She didn't pause to pull off his jacket and shirt and giggled as his hat fell to the ground with his other clothes.
As soon as the materials were off, Carlos pushed himself back in to Ally and grabbing her neck, holding her close to him. One hand held on to her neck while the other slowly travelled south, first grazing her upperchest, slowing down as it reached her breast. He gently squeezed, enjoying the feel of her and the sound that escaped her adorable mouth. Carlos didn't stop though; he kept going. His hand teased its way down her ribcage, and finally landed at her hip. She was reeling from the sensations he was sending her and almost groaned when she felt his fingers dance across her thigh and quickly slip underneath her black dress.
She rolled her head to the side so that he could ravage her neck and hear her moan his name as his fingers itched closer to her center. They were only centimeters away now. "Carlos," she moaned as he sucked on her neck again and slowly moved his hand closer to where she wanted it. He finally stopped teasing her and let his hand move freely to her. She gasped as she felt his fingers against her, over her underwear and she instantly thanked herself for doing laundry the day before so that she would have black sexy lingerie underneath.
Carlos couldn't control himself anymore; he needed to feel Ally. He used his fingers to push her panties aside and slowly traced small circles around her clit, grinning in to her neck as she moaned out his name again. He slid his forefinger up and down and instantly felt himself get harder at how wet she was. Slowly, he slipped his finger in to her and felt her hands grip his back. Another finger was added a second later and he began to pump his digits in and out of her.
"You like that?" He asked in her ear, nipping at her lobe again, knowing it was going to drive her crazy.
"God, yes." Ally moaned, enjoying this feeling. She pulled her head up and opened her eyes, and found his immediately boring in to hers. He shot her a grin and she couldn't help but smile back. Ally tried to think clearly but it was really hard when you were drunk and had an amazingly sexy guy fingering you. Her lids started to close but she jolted them open and put a hand down on his to stop him from bringing her to the edge.
"What's wrong?" He asked, suddenly concerned.
"Where's your bedroom?" She asked, not sure if she really wanted to do this on his kitchen counter…where he ate…every day.
Carlos let out a sigh of relief and shook his head at her. With her legs still wrapped around him, Carlos lifted Ally off the counter and laughed at her while she squealed. On the short walk to his bedroom, Ally couldn't help but lean down every so often and press light pecks against Carlos' lips. As she did this, they both knew that they were getting in to a lot of trouble because in that moment, they knew it wouldn't be easy to let go of each other.
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