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You were starting to think that Javier only requested this relationship to be kept secret so he could first regard it to camp in his own overly-flambouent, (self-proclaimed) 'poetic' way. He was absolutely smitten with having you, both displayed within gifts, trinkets and actions, but the way his vision narrowed to only you when you were about was enough to make you swoon in a not-very-secretive way.



You supposed who didn't know at this point.



Javier pushed his luck everyday, regardless of his own words; noticeable winks and nudges, heavy eye contact and smirks in your direction while he sang at night.

While his flirtations were warranted towards anyone who could talk back to him, the invitations to his bedroll was another. The girls in the gang were apparently all-knowing, while the rest you lived with were literally paid to be keen.

Even Uncle when he'd be drunker than a soldier who lost a war could catch those innuendos. One particular afternoon when camp was alight, Javier brought it to attention to possibly the most oblivious member, and potentially the only one who didn't know.

"[y/n], that skirts suits your waist so nicely!"

You had been walking to the water barrel, just finished with helping Mr. Pearson to not make another tasteless stew while being stained with animal blood and fur, when the comment brushed over your ears. You paused and blushed, turning to face Javier's stupendous, stupid grin.

You weren't one to blush too easily, but when you looked so unfascinating, compliments were a fickle thing. Fortunately Arthur who sat beside him at the round table looked as disinterested in the conversation as he was his salted offal. "Oh... Thank you."

"Of course, [y/n]! I barely see you in anything other than those jeans - not that I'm complaining! But it's a nice change."

You felt a smile creep up despite trying to push it down under his teasing stare. "I, uh, Karen told me I needed 'at least one' when we went into town last time."

"Why's that?" Arthur finally spoke up around his mouthful, but didn't look up.

"Weeelll, she said it would make business come easier. Seducing the drunks, that is."

The blonde cowboy fanned his hand at that. "Wear what chu want, ain't nobody's business; Not even a drunk's."

"She was determined. Convincing, too. Even picked it out herself." You wiped a smudge of blood onto your blouse, shaking your head. "Said, 'this one will reel even the sobers in'."

"Next time I see her, I'll have to give her my thanks." Javier purred, tapping the ash off his cigarette. "The skirt compliments you well. You have the kind of curves men would just love follow and adore."

"Now what in the hell kinda comment is that?" Arthur spat. He gave Javier one of his many signature looks.

"Ay, brother, no need to be so angry. I'm just being friendly."

"I ain't angry. That's just no friendly thing to start sayin' to someone." He skimmed his eyes between the two of you. You could pratically see the gears turning. Slow, but turning. "Just what the two of you been up to, anyway?"

"Don't complicate things so much. I don't want you to hurt your brain!" Javier heftily patted Arthur's shoulder. "You just don't know how to speak to ladies."

You saw Arthur grimace as he looked to you again, his eyes pausing on your waist. His eyebrows raised just slightly. You felt your blush creep on again. Okay, perhaps the skirt wasn't the worst purchase. "I'd rather be quiet than soundin' like a dog in heat."

"If you want, I'll compliment your hips next time, amigo. What do you say?"

"I think I'll stick ta countin' my blessings."

You chuckled at the fond memory, your eyes drifting over the chipper horses as you dropped hay for them. Their tails flicked in a colorful delight as they wandered over, already hungry in the early hour. Even Baylock seemed to smile as he approached, so you gave one back and an apple.

Micah be damned, but you did like his horse.

Something nudged your shoulder. You turned to see Boaz standing high and mighty, huffing out an impatient breath, his hoof stomping at the ground. His ears were pointed to you, a sparkle from the sun in his eyes, and you couldn't help but adore him as much as you did his owner.

"Hello to you, too, Boaz." He shook his mane proudly and nudged his nose into your shoulder again, earning himself a hearty laugh. "Alright, alright, I didn't forget you." You pat his muzzle, swatting away the flies that lingered on him. You stroke his beautiful grey overo fur, detangling knots in his hair, an his eyelashes fluttered gratefully.

You both sunbathed for some time, Boaz loving all of the attention you would always give him. Perhaps you spoiled the horses, but who's to say you also didn't?

Boaz nosied at your pockets, sniffing wildly before teething at them.

You laughed again. "Can't sneak anything from you!" You gently pushed his nose away so you could dig in your pant's pocket, pulling out a generous amount of sugar cubes. Boaz didn't wait 'til you held them out and nibbled them straight away. "You and your owner are so high-patience. You know that?"

The American paint horse only withered in response, clearly too busy for your needless conversation. It was clear that you did indeed spoil the horses. But in your defense, you were certain Kieran did, too.

You directed your attention away as Boaz continued to graze the cubes in your palm. You drifted over the gentle motion of camp, small chatter drifting through the early air. Mrs. Grimshaw was the only one walking with vigor, hair primp and dressed proper, already harping on poor Tilly who was sleepily sewing a torn up shirt.

You tore your eyes away, hoping Susan wouldn't feel your eyes and scold you too. Your gaze fixed on Javier at one of the closer wagons. He was leaned against it with his ankles crossed, half-focused on how Charles was tying arrows beside him. He shook his head, before lazily looking up, finding your gaze.

You saw his eyes light up from the distance, and even his posture sharpened pridefully when he noticed you with his horse. You quirked your brow at him playfully and he broke out into a grin.

"Javier, are you paying attention?"

"Huh? Oh, si." Charles gave him a long stare. "You, ah, mentioned that you tie.. that to that.. thing."

Charles took a breath in, silent, but you saw how his chest raised. "You were the one who asked me this. If you are no longer interested-"

"I am! I just didn't realize how, er, intricate this is. But, please, continue on, brother."

You snorted softly and when Charles looked away, Javier looked back to you with a glint in his eye. He blew you a kiss with his index and middle finger and winked. You winked back and before you could do anything else, a small giggle interrupted your trance. Your head turned to the noise -

Oh.

Kieran was here, too.

In with the horses with you, Kieran was holding his knuckles up against his flustered face. You didn't even realize you were practically flirting with Javier over his shoulder the whole time, too entranced to even see him. He brought his shy eyes to meet yours and scratched his cheek shyly.

Oh.

Kieran thought you were smiling and winking at him.

You opened your mouth, but the words caught. His smile was sso bright, you just couldn't find it in you to crush him. He shifted from one foot to another, and looked like an nervous girl with his eyes shifting from you to the grass. "Er, hey... Kieran," you greeted.

He shot up instantly. "Hey!!" The ex-O'Driscoll even grimaced at his own eagerness. "I-I mean, hello. It's always nice to, um, see you in here. They really like you." His hands flew up defensively. "The, uh, h-horses, I mean."

Javier shifted behind the two of you, and you realized he probably was overhearing you two, all the same as you could hear him and Charles.

"Oh..." Bless him, but Kieran was way too awkward to have an easy conversation with. "I guess so."

Apparently he took your reaction wrong. "I- I didn't mean badly, or anything like that. I like you too, I mean. Not just them." Your eyebrows shot up. "A-a-as a friend!" He corrected, his frame shrinking as he stumbled on. " Y-you're real nice to be around! You and Miss Mary-Beth really are the only two that are kind to me. I do, really like and appreciate you. And what you do. I didn't want it to seem like I didn't. I wanted to say that for awhile now."

The Mexican's head perked up quick at that, and watched Kieran with squinted eyes. You avoided him at all costs when he looked your way, instead staying hyper-focused on Kieran's flicking eyes. He really could not stay still. How'd he manage to be an O'Driscoll anyway?

"Well, thank you, Kieran." Your stomach felt bubbly as the mischievous idea to tease Javier was presented to you. You tucked your chin to your chest when you felt a shit-eating smile start to form, and played it off as bashful. "That's real nice of you to say."

Kieran took a moment of hesitation before he pressed off of the hitching post and made his way a bit closer to you. "O-of course, I mean it with all sincerity. You're real nice to be around; you talk with me, help with the horses and treat me like one of you."

"You are one of us." You pat Boaz's neck as you moved away to better face Kieran. "You do a lot around here to prove it."

"Not everyone sees things that way." He looked remorseful and your heart sunk in your chest at the sight. "That's why I really appreciate the way you are. You keep having hope in me. I-I really like that about you. You're... real pretty. Inside and out."

You couldn't help yourself when you saw Javier uncross his arms. It was just too tempting. "I like you too, you know. You're real pretty yourself, Kieran."

"R-really? You think so?" You nodded quickly to stop yourself from laughing at how vigorously Javier pushed himself off the wagon, nearly falling over his boots and then over Charles. "I.. Thank you. How- how's you say you and me can go into town sometime? I-I can ask Dutch. I'm sure it'd be okay as long as you're-"

"Perdón por mi intrusión, imbécil. Espero no estar interrumpiendo algo aquí. Será mejor que no esté interrumpiendo algo aquí. "

Kieran nearly jumped out of his own scrawny body when he heard someone else right beside his ear. Like a scared dog, he put himself close and hid behind you as he faced the glaring cowboy. You heard him gulp before stuttering out, "W-what?"

"My apologies," Javier spat. "I don't mean to interrupt." His accent was much thicker when he was angry, and your stomach churned with a warm coil that only burned hotter when his eyes locked to yours, wild and fierce.

"N-no, you were-aren't. We- we were just talking about t-town-"

"Magnífica." He was almost overbearingly sarcastic. "Because I need [y/n] for a very important mission."

"Oh?" Your voice was dead-tone.

He eyes narrowed. "Dutch's orders."

What a lie. With a humored hum, you moved away from Kieran who looked betrayed that you left him so exposed. "Well then, shouldn't keep the boss waiting. It was nice speaking to you, Kieran."

"U-uh, you too! Always. T-think about what I said! About town-"

"We are going." Javier pressed you against him by your shoulders, steering you far away from Kieran and anyone else, ignoring the odd stares you collected along the way. He pushed your far into trees at the outline. "Sigue moviéndote, necesito irme lejos si no puedo matarlo."

"Where are we going?" He didn't answer but he trudged you both further into the density of nature. The sunrise began to hide away beyond the tall trees, and you heard animals scatter from the disturbance. You glanced behind you to see camp dwindling away in the distance. "Javier, I'm not interested in getting lost in the woods."

"Pero te interesa ir a la ciudad con los O'Driscoll?" You only recognized one of those words, but it was enough to tell you you may have pushed him a bit too far. Suddenly he stopped and peeled off of you. "Exactly what are you playing at?"

"What do you mean?"

His nostrils flared from the sigh he breathed. "Kieran."

"What about him?"

"¿Por qué estás jugando tan estúpida?!"

"I'm ain't talking with you if you're just gonna yell." You crossed your arms and gave him a stern look. You knew he would know just what you were doing, but he wasn't wise enough to know you were stubborn til it ended in your favour. Hot and bothered was a good look on him. "Is it a crime to make light conversation?"

"That-" he pointed back towards the camp. "He was not having a 'light conversation'."

"What was it, then?"

"Esta señora me va a volver loco..." He rubbed his hand over his face, mumbling. He took a breath and smoothed the same hand over his vest. "It was embarrassing. For him."

"That's cruel. He was only being nice."

"He was waiting for a chance to pounce you."

"Pounce?! He was not!" You actually let out an astonished laugh. Kieran would never! Mainly because he didn't have any guts to, but it certainly also wasn't in his character. "This is Kieran, not Micah. Did you really stop your conversation for this? What about Charles?"

"And what about Charles?" He quipped. " Did you want me to invite him along so you could flirt with him, too, Estimado?"

Javier crowded over you, a shudder running over you as you were backed into a thick tree behind you. He wasn't terribly tall, but he still had some inches over you and his brawn surely overtook yours. His hands entrapped you on either side of the tree, one above your head and the other at your waist, his face being just above yours. You could feel his hot breaths as your skin pricked.

There was a heavy silence between you two, and you couldn't help but gaze over his skin and features when he was this close. His scars sat upon his dark skin, like divits in the sandy deserts. There was no rhyme or pattern to them, they just scattered dangerously and deeply, but they were ever gorgeous and contrasted his dark eyes. "You..." You couldn't get distracted from your plan. "You're jealous?"

"Si."

You weren't expecting him to confess so soon, so easily. With him that close to you, you felt you plan seeping away further and didn't know how to respond. "Why?" It was a weak question, but it feigned your innocence.

"Keeping you-us-quiet is slowly eating at my brain. I cannot stand when other people look at you."

"I don't think really anyone does-"

"Bill was practically foaming when you were in the lake yesterday."

"You hardly need to worry about Bill-"

"And Micah-"

"Do not even try Micah on me."

"John talks about you."

"Not in any kinda way; He and I are like siblings."

"Then what about Kieran?"

"Are you quite done? Or anyone else?" He looked like he was about to name some more as a matter of factly, but you pushed some hair behind his ear and his mouth closed. "I think I'd really like to prove that I'm only yours. 'Less, of course, you think I'm somebody else's?"

"It's not like that." You saw his Adam's apple bob and more so felt than saw his eyes on your lips. He parted his before he looked back to you. "You don't know what you do to me," he whispered.

You snorted. "I think you just told me." Your hand drifted down his cheek to his neck, your fingers gently pushing underneath his chiffon.

Javier's hands fisted on the tree. "There's so much more you do."

You undid the knot in the fabric and tucked it into his vest pocket. You pressed your lips ever gently beneath his jaw, tracing down his neck. "Why don't you tell me..." You trailed the scar that littered there, sucking gently on the torn flesh before pressing your tongue and leaving a heavy, wet trail along its length. "All that I do to you?"

"Mierda." He curled over you, his arms dropping from the the tree to cradle beside your head. His breath turned ragged as you lapped at his throat scar that you knew drove him weak. A thread of Spanish compliments filled the air, and you nipped it gently, your hands undoing the buttons of his vest.

With a soft pop, you pulled away from his neck to watch his fallen expression, eyebrows taught and face scrunched. You hands rubbed along the waves of his toned body, teasing through the material of his dress shirt before tugging it out of his trousers. Your free hand tugged his ponytail free, his dark hair falling to his shoulders in a cascade of waves. His eyes slowly opened to meet yours and your chest warmed under his mutual stare alone. You never knew how much you needed those eyes until he looked at you in his company. They were like the water in a desert; spellbinding and rare yet desired.

His hands pressed your waist. "What would you like to do, Mr. Escuella?"

"You are on evil dama."

You glide your tongue across your lip, his eyes following lustfully. Slowly you lean into him, pressing into his neck and breathed in the spicy, smoky smell you've come to adore. You loved to smell him, to taste him, and you pridefully did both again.

Javier's grip fastens on you, your flesh puffing through his fingers. He leaned his head away and you graciously take the invitation to lap at his ears and neck again. Strands of dark hair tickled your face, some even into your lips as you sucked his sweat and skin, as if digesting his scent would sedate your lust. You bit against his chin and lapped at the puncture, purposely obnoxious.

"Why don't you try kissing me, too, amor?" He was breathy, eyes closed and mouth agape. "My mouth works wonders and can satisfy you better than my neck." He was bullshitting his confidence, trying to put some control over the hold you had onto him. You smiled into his neck but took his words for what they were, practically leaping onto him to latch against his mouth. He took you earnestly, albeit surprised, and you put your weight atop him, latching your leg around his waist. He groaned when your weight pressured his pants, and you weren't above rutting your other thigh deliciously against his hardening cock. He didn't resist when he fell back against the same tree, catching you when you jumped onto his hips and threading your legs in a familiar pattern behind his. Your tongues compete heartedly against the other's, slick and heated. You breathed each other's breaths, tasted and shared the same desire. Your hands roamed against his revealed chest, tingling against the curly hair there, and he wasn't proper about grabbing your ass in handfulls.

The kiss ended with a stretch of connecting saliva between you both. Labored breath seemed louder than the morning birds in the trees, and you stared at each other between half-lidded eyes. The cowboy rubbed circles on you and leaned his head back against the bark, eyes falling to your clothed chest. You rubbed your thumb against his nipple and his eyes shot back to you. "You didn't tell me what you want," you teased.

He smiled. "It's not obvious?"

You titled your head, deviously innocent. 'What's that?"

He gave you a look but gazed back to your chest again, tracing your outline through the clothes. His grip on your ass tightened. "Take your shirt off, bebé. Quiero saborearte."

He glided you up further on his strong thighs as his one arm could remove your skirt. You helped in unbuttoning faster, his warm fingers eliciting a spark from each brush you felt. The fabric was discarded to the ground, and you moaned out thanks that you chose not to wear undergarments because his hot touch felt like heaven.

Rough, dark hands pawed at your skin as if it were their first and last time. His touch binded you; you couldn't resist following along with his lingering strides. His calloused skin rubbed against you, from gripping at your throat, returning attention back to you chest, to teasing your nipples. They erected under his contact as you hissed in delight at the less-than-gentle scrape. His fingers curled and pinched, pressed and teased, as you took the teasing blissfully.

Throaty moans left you and your hips rolled in response, matching his circular movements. Javier groaned too, hoisted you to meet his lips half way, in turn to suck your nipple into his mouth. In haste, he swirled his tongue, leaving wet kisses, focused and practiced. Your hands flowed to his hair and gripped, moaning his name. His eyes peeked at you from below and your breath was taken from the love and lust in his expression.

He sucked your flesh into his mouth, his grip plumping your skin into his mouth, the beginning sensation of a hickey blossoming through you. Heat pooled to the middle of your legs. You gave a passionate grind, feeling Javier's cock throb against your ass. "J-Javi," you panted, pulling his dark hair. You freed your one hand and couldn't resist trailing down your body, past your jeans, relieving some tenseness to your core. Your moan was truly pathetic, but your lust was spilling over.

"Joder." He set his sweaty forehead against your bosom, licked his dry lips and watched as you fingered yourself before him, tangibly close to his mouth. "..I can hear how wet you are."

Under his attention, you felt your core burn hotter as your fingers curled, desperate to please you and your audience. Your stomach was clenching and you bit your lip to hide your moans to only hear his instead. You almost begged to have his mouth on you.

You fingers stopped suddenly and you gasped, hating the sudden loss. You could get off under his gaze easy, leave him to tend to himself and it was a truly tasty idea, but you longed for him inside you.

Javier watched your fingers drift away, and he brought his head to face you again, licking his lips. You went to wipe your mess on his shirt, but he grabbed your wrist, bringing your fingers to his tongue. He sucked each digit graciously, lapping up your taste against his hot tongue. His eyes never left yours as he made sure not to leave one drop. When he finished, he kissed a chaste kiss to your hand. "Always taste so good for me, [y/n]."

You smiled despite your raising eagerness. "Only for you."

He shakily exhaled through his nose. You started to shimmy off your pants, and he helped you in the odd position - though he was more handsy than anything helpful. He sighed again when he noticed you wore nothing beneath, and soon your jeans were lost to the grass with your shirt.

You two were quite the sight, and truly you hoped Bill or Charles didn't come out this far for their routine watches. Though, you actually weren't certain you wouldn't have minded.

You were a stark contrast against Javier, skin flushed in primal urges, bare, and marked by the outlaw. Only Javier's legs could be seen under you, your torso blocking him from any onlookers. He still wore all of his clothes, apart from the messy unbuttoning of his top garments, but you decided you were to keep it that way. You quite liked the disshelved look, and something bubbled in your stomach with the idea of him wearing sex-ridden clothes back to camp.

"What are you grinning for?"

You didn't realize you were. You leaned back into his space and kissed him, deep yet calm. You soothed back on his thighs and unfastened his belt, slipping it to the ground. As you unbuttoned his jeans, you realized and shuddered on how he was holding you strided against his strong thighs, leaning against the tree. There was a dark stain in the denim from where you had sat, but you were sure Javier wouldn't mind.

"So hasty," he teased you, pushing some hair over your shoulder. "I love it when you are like this. You look so... ravenous."

Ravenous.

The word spiraled something in you. And as you touch out his erect, veiny cock, gripping it into your warm palm, you felt that word's affect.

Ravenous, you repeated in your head.

Yes. That described how he made you feel perfectly.

You dribbled onto his member, watching the bubbling saliva land and slide down his shaft slowly. You watched and felt him twitch before he moaned, his eyes slipping shut as he dipped his head back again. You spit again, watching the saliva intertwine, and rubbed him.

Slick noises passed in the air, and you panted. The girth in your hands pulsed and you relished at the sticky heat. Javier's hand on your ass dipped further, until his fingers were below your pussy. You couldn't help but grind on his knuckles.

"Such a good girl," he purred against his puffs. His throat scar was glistening, and you only stared at it, marveling. He raised your hips, gliding his digits teasingly against your wet lips. "I love how wet you get for me. You really know how to treat a hombre." He entered a finger inside, feeling you take it easily. He pulsed it a few times, before adding another, finding there was no struggle in your wetness. You moaned, hooking your arms around his neck, and gaped at his scar.

Oh, how you loved the sight of it. In fact, how you quite loved all of his scars. There was nothing more attractive than the taunt, frayed skin of your lover, and how uneven his skin was in some places. Javier was a beautiful man, and his scars told the stories of his beauty through the years. But the one you fathomed the most, the one that turned you on to no end, was the one just below his air jugular.

You watched his scar expand when he swallowed, and you mindlessly grinded back against his fingers when he added another. His fingered-fucked you with no complaints, your delicious moans only encouraging him faster.

"Javi... Oh, fuck, Javi!"

He bit his bottom lip and his eyebrows scrunched together with your motivation. Your grip on his cock was selfishly lost to chase your own high as his other hand began strumming your clit. You moaned loudly, and hoped camp wouldn't hear you before he rubbed against you in devilish circles, and fingered you erratically from behind.

Your hips practically danced in the same rotation with his wrists to enhance your pleasure. Your legs were shaking, sweaty, as you gripped Javier closer. You core was molten, and his thick fingers electrified you, pounding into you, scraping you and your bundle of nerves. You were almost there; so close-

"Come for me, por favor. Come from my fingers. You can do that, can't you? Mi linda muñeca."

Oh, yes you could do that.

And you were proud to prove it.

There was a fierce few seconds between you two before your hips convulsed, white dots overtaking your vision. You called out in the wind, your orgasm taking a succulent hold over you. Javier's fingers slowed only to pulse deeper into your pussy, milking out your orgasm. You felt some of your fluid drip over his hand, and moaned from the over-stimulation when he stretched you from the inside, trying to drain as much as you as he could. Your breath was wild, your heartbeat threated to pound through your ribs.

"Bebé, bebé, bebé, bebé. Me encanta esto. me encanta todo esto..."

You barely registered his words, much less recognized he was speaking in his own tongue, but you were lucid enough to love hearing his growl of lust. You breathed shakily as he removed his fingers from you, and watched how they glistened in the sun.

He held them inbetween the two of you, both trying to regulate breathing. He turned his wrist, spread his fingers, and watched the way your released moved. He opened his mouth-

You stuck your tongue out first and lapped his plump fingers. The pads of his thumb pressed against your tongue and you sucked up your substance, tasting your own making. You sucked on his middle and index, taking each knuckle one by one, until they were in as far at they could go, and you swallowed, never leaving Javier's stare.

Javier looked delectably disheveled. You could see how his cock twitched painfully in your peripheral. Sporadic breaths hit your flushed cheeks, glided over your hair and you were sure he was white-knuckled with how hard he was gripping you. "I need you. Please."

You moved closer into him, blowing playfully into his ear. "I could leave you here," you whispered.

"I wouldn't allow it," he threatened.

"I could." Javier's remark was cut in the air when you wildly grabbed at his dick, thumb teasing over his dripping slit. You licked from his earlobe to the top. "I could leave you here, leave you to mend yourself. I got my release."

He chuckled for his pride, but he was nothing but powerless if his small hip rolls where anything to go off of. He must have realized it too because in the next moment, he whined. "Please, mi amor. Think how good I made you feel, eh?"

"Same as all the other saloon girls."

"No, no, amor. This is only for you." He licked his top lip and spared a glance down to your hands wrapped around him. His cheeks darkened in a blush. "I-I swear it."

You heart pattered in your chest when you heard him stutter. A primal heart surged over your body, and you felt your clit throb in time. Already, he turned you on again. "You swear it?"

He nodded despite your obvious tease. "P-please, help me out here. Let me..."

You pushed Javier's dark hair back, circling your thumb over his neck and tilted your head, innocent. "Let you...?"

His lips parted and you felt your wetness building on his jeans. "Let me fuck you. Please. Por favor, haré cualquier cosa. Todo lo que quieras. Besaré el suelo por el que camines... Eres tan jodidamente sexy..]"

You didn't need to understand half of what he said. Your hand gracefully glided to his balls and fondled with them as you shifted up his legs. Your breasts were in his face as you towered above him, but he was focused only on your glistening eyes, impatient yet patient. "Then do it, cowboy."

Your clit nearly pooled on him from your previous orgasm, and you were far better than prepared. Javier practically fell off the tree with the fever in which he aligned you with his erect cock. His eyes bounced between you and the scandalous view. His pupils dilated at his tip pressing into your drenched folds, and he whispered sweet Spanish nothings. Despite how torn apart he was, he always focused to never hurt you. You adored it the care, but more so his attention; Attention only for you.

You took him by surprise, taking the lead and meeting your hips against him in a hurried action. He and you let out a similar whine, his blush caressing down to his chest. You rubbed your hands down it, curling in the brief, curly hair you found there. "Y-you tease me," he started, "but you are such a treat."

Javier pumped into you, not wasting time with small, gentle thrusts. He started steady and quick, watching your expression shift to that of pleasure. The breeze was accompanied with a string of sexy moans, and you pressed a kiss to his temple before you ground back on him.

The speed escalated, the long, hearty cock pounding into you forgivelessly. It slicked out as far as it could without falling from your lips, before plummeting back in, to where balls slapped against your plump ass. The sound reberverated through your ears, vibrated through your body, and you could feel yourself edging on bliss when Javier grabbed your tit harshly, your skin bruising around his fingers.

He propped his head in the middle of your chest, steadying himself for a more even position. He always found your bundle of nerves and hit them in just the upmost perfect spot. He could fuck you anytime, anyway to where both of you could reach bliss, but it was much more fun to make it harder for him. To make him moan.

You clenched almost painfully hard around him, his thrusts sputtering as he moaned brokenly against your ribs. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Your shit-eating grin was wiped clean from your face when his fingers laced in your hair, pulling your head back harshly. Your vision blurred from tears, lips moaning to the blue sky.

Your pants became breathy and unsteady as he continued hammering into you. You blindly raked your hands over his shoulders, down his pecks and nicking his sensitive nipples, earning a sharp hiss.

You almost - almost - apologized, but you were cut short with his wide thumb circling your clit mercilessly again, ever so experienced. "Awh, oh-oh, shit, Javier!" Your exclamation only dwelled into his satisfaction as he strained your clit. He teased the tip of his finger in with his cock and your mind nearly blanked multiple times. Your stomach was churning, burning, and your thighs could barely remained wrapped around your lover.

Javier wasn't in a better predicament himself. He throaty, half-way suppressed moans were more frequent and his eyebrows were so taught in pleasure, you weren't certain that they wouldn't merge together. He sloppily kissed your breast, strengthening his hold around your hips to hit your bundle of nerves more evenly. "Come on, baby. I want to feel you. Show me what I do to you. Romperse... Empápame, mi amor."

You legs stuttered each time on your way down to meet his dick, twice, three more times before your orgasm breathed through your veins, fogged your mind and numbed all your limbs. You distantly felt yourself release and slick your walls even more; you even less heard your loud moans of ecstasy.

Javier's fingers slowly released your hair from his grasp as he closed his eyes to focus on the image of your release. How beautiful you looked with your plump, wet lips opened, how your face was shamelessly lewd, and how your tits would bounce in time with him. He store that image with him for as long as he could manage to.

He shivered when your release embraced around his cock, and he milked you into overstimulation as he saw you slowly regain your barrings. Minimal thrusts plummeted you and he came with a deep, long groan. He moaned your name and you shivered, blessed you were sensible enough to hear such a blessing.

His release scorched through your already burning gut but you still hummed in approval, sighing blissfully. He dipped you just a bit back and kissed up your torso, deep, loving touches as he came down from his high. He huffed and rubbed his forehead to your skin, giving you one last kiss before he held you close in his arms. You mutually enjoyed the other's embrace, watching in the proximity while the sun arose beyond.

After a pause, Javier huffed a gentle laugh and you felt his smile. He kissed you once more and peeled back to look at you. You dwelled under the feeling of his loving touches. "So wonderful, [y/n]."

You smiled in return. You met his lips to soften your whimpers as you pulled off and out of his warmth. You ran your tongue along his as if to apologize.

Both his and your fluid was beginning to drain down your meaty thigh, onto his dark denim jeans, close to wear his cock lay flaccid. It was another spot to his already spoiled trousers but you didn't feel one ounce of regret.

Apparently neither did Javier as he chuckled at the view.

"We made a mess."

"A lovely one," he corrected.

"I guess it's still early. You can change."

His smirk was devilish. "Why? I would bring a piece of you wherever I go wearing these."

You actually snorted and he gave you such a childish smile, that the only correct response was to roll your eyes. "God, you're so foolish."

"I like to think of it as romantic."

"I don't wish to know what you think about it." You both chuckled together. You redid his buttons, tucking back in his shirt and vest. You tied his chiffon which he was very pleased about - but potentially because he didn't know you made sure to show a blooming hickey.

He was a talkative handful, but he more or less returned the favor to your newly grass-stained clothes and apologized with hearty compliments.

You couldn't stay upset.

"Cumming inside of me, huh?" You finally asked when you two were put back together with as much hidden-sex you could muster. You cheeks blushed and regretted asking it as soon as you did.

"Hah, yes..." Javier scratched his cheek. "I was, how do you say, without thoughts?"

"Yeah well," you started, but you were anything but mad. In fact, it was some sort of accomplishment though you would never admit it to his ego. "Just hope you don't get me pregnant."

"Hm," he pretended to think before he bumped his shoulder onto yours as he led you back down the path to camp. "There's nothing so bad about that, eh?"

Your cheeks flushed harder than you wanted to admit. You felt a strum in your heart as you briskly imagined Javier with a child you could called your own and a life that was alike one of Mary-Beth's novels. He was always so good with Jack, always smiled so brightly and-

You stuffed out the idea as soon as it came, and hit him back. "If you're getting your hopes up about something, hope that Charles didn't creep up onto us doing that."

"You know, I would be jealous of him. To see you in such a frail state. You are very beautiful."

"So you'd rather be the one watching?"

"No, no, I didn't say that... No exactamente."

By the tone of his voice, you could guess what he had said. You made sure to put more sway into your hips as you walked ahead of him (limping be damned), scanning around the trees for any witnesses. When there was none, you continued. "If you weren't so damn possessive, maybe we could invite charles along next time."

You were smug, hoping that fire in his gut would bite up again and you could see him break just one last time for your pitiful greed. You weren't expecting to be grabbed and pressed against the outlaw dangerously, your chin between his fingers, holding you in place so he could breath right down your ear. "J-Javi?"

"Me and Charles..." The husk of his voice was enough to make your knees weak. "We would completely destroy you. But you would like that, wouldn't you, [y/n]?"

You fumbled as soon as he let you go, your legs almost giving out. Your mouth was agape, a crimson blush increasing with every second that the words processed, in your mind and in your body. Javier chuckled beside you, pure velvet. "Don't stay standing too long out here. How else would you invite him?"

"You are one evil man, Javi."

"Mmm, yet I speak right into your desires, no? Perhaps you are the evil one." He chuckled, and pulled a cigarette from his vest pocket with a wink. " Me? I am just the innocent one."

"Neither of us are innocent after what we just did."

"Perhaps not. How about we sin together another time?"