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She was paired with Javier – entirely her own idea. They were strolling through woods looking for O’Driscolls. Those were orders Dutch gave after she came to camp with the rumor they were camping somewhere nearby. There was one small detail she purposefully omitted; although they were camping in close proximity to the gang’s campsite, the news was outdated and from a not-so-much reliable source. She was just being selfish, honestly. She and Javier were stuck with all eyes on them for a week straight and she wanted to have some private moment with him. The two of them weren’t exactly open about their little thing, so they tried their best not to be affectionate with each other around others. But she was missing it, and they couldn’t have a damn minute alone. So, she made up a harmless white lie.
“Did you find something?” Javier’s voice snapped her back to reality.
She shook her head, unable to concentrate on search when she was quite literally burning with passion: “No. You?”
“No luck,” he sighed and stopped in his walk.
“You wanna rest?” Eva turned to him and looked him over. Even his lean posture and exhausted expression turned her on.
Javier scoffed and wiped sweat from his forehead under his fedora: “With O’Driscolls wandering around? No chance.”
Eva huffed and continued in stroll pointlessly looking for any clues where allegedly O'Driscoll's camp could lie. As she dully walked through foliage she noticed a small cabin. It was an old thing, probably abandoned. She slowly approached it and with her revolver out, she peeked inside. It was empty. There was a table, a small kitchen, an old bed and bed rolls stuck on each other in a corner beside the bed. Someone was here recently, but they weren’t former residents. An idea popped up in her head and a hungry grin spread on her lips.
She closed the door and shouted: “Javier! I found somethin’!”
He appeared within a few seconds: “Why are you shouting like that? Someone could hear you.”
“There’s no one,” she motioned with her head towards the cabin.
“You were inside?” he asked, squeezing his rifle anxiously.
“Yes,” she shrugged, “It’s clear. Don’t worry.”
He stepped by her inside to check for himself. He immediately noticed the bed rolls and frowned: “They must be near.”
She rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her: “They are not. They’re already gone. We would’ve stumbled upon them by now if they were still here.”
“How are you so sure?” he turned to her, frowning.
She shrugged with one of her shoulders and felt a bit apprehensive to reveal the truth under his intimidating glare: “They were here… but they’re not anymore. I made it up.”
Javier lowered his rifle and his frown deepened: “You lied to Dutch? Are we walking through this damn forest aimlessly?”
“Well,” she weakly smiled, “Not aimlessly. We’re together, ain’t we?”
“Why did you lie?”
She huffed and leaned her head to the door; she did not expect him to be angry at her: “It wasn’t entirely a lie. They were here, but probably left already. I’ve got the info from a feller who said they were camping in the woods like two weeks ago. I just… wanted to be with you for a while.”
Javier leaned his rifle against the bed and shook his head slowly: “You know, I miss you too, but I wouldn’t go and straight up lie to get away from the gang. At least not to you. And definitely not a lie this serious.”
She looked at him tentatively: “Are you mad?”
“What do you think?” he put his hands on hips and his gaze was stone cold.
The weight of her untruthful words was now heavy on her shoulders. She frowned at him sincerely with sad puppy eyes: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I wanted to surprise you.”
Javier scoffed and looked out the window, which was on his left, table located right under it: “Princesa, I was waiting to face a murderous gang, not your wet eager pussy.”
Eva blushed a bit and swallowed, biting her lower lip: “How can I make it up to you?”
He walked up to her, his steps echoing through the small cabin, his gaze piercing through her. He put a hand around her neck and her knees almost buckled down on her when he whispered: “You couldn’t possibly wait any longer, so you dragged me here to fuck you, hm?”
She gulped and hypnotized his lips hungrily: “No… I couldn’t. I want you so much.”
He rubbed a circle with his thumb right under her jaw: “So much that you had to trick me? I don’t approve of this behavior, querida.”
Her breath hitched in her throat: “Punish me if you see appropriate.”
“How?” Javier grinned and looked her in the eyes, gently squeezing her throat, “You’d most likely enjoy it.”
She grinned too: “It’s up to you, vaquero.”
Javier did not let go of her neck but used it as a leaning point when he captured her mouth. She gladly reciprocated the kiss and pulled him closer by his collar with one hand. He obliged and their bodies collided. He leaned back and licked his lips looking at her flushed face: “I love it when you try to speak Spanish.”
She panted, trying to kiss him again, grappling for any piece of fabric to pull him back: “You can teach me more words so I can whisper them in your ear.”
“You have to earn it,” Javier held her away from him by her neck grinning at her maliciously, “You hardly do after what you pulled today.”
She pouted: “I apologized.”
“Not enough.”
“Do you want me to go on my knees?” she asked, licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
He regarded her lips intently: “I was considering it, but no.”
“What then?”
Javier smirked and with his other hand drew out his knife: “By any chance, you wouldn't be into this, would you?”
Eva eyed the knife, words suddenly stuck in her mouth, all thoughts going stale. She never considered doing anything like that, but now when he was standing there with his hand clasped over her neck a thrilling chill went through her whole body upon seeing his beloved knife.
Javier hesitated when she didn't respond outright: “If you're not sure, we don’t have to-”
“No!” she hurriedly responded looking back in his eyes, trying to reassure him without being able to nod her head, “I do. I do want to so much…”
A confident smirk returned to his face: “You sure you can handle it?”
“Yeah,” Eva whined, letting him know she was giving full consent to it.
Javier just smirked and kissed her keenly. He bit her bottom lip, and she moaned, putting her hands on his hips, hitching her fingers on his belt, pulling him closer. He bumped into her, and she could feel his growing erection. He devoured her lips greedily as if there was no tomorrow. She knew she would have bruises on them with the pace he set. His other hand grabbed the hem of her shirt and untucked it from her pants. Eva was fully occupied by his skilled tongue to notice as he aptly unbuckled her belt. His knife travelled to her pants and with it he ripped off the buttons that held her pants closed.
She moaned and tried to separate them, but Javier had to be pushed quite forcefully with a hand to his chest to stop: “My buttons! What-”
“Shut up,” Javier growled, “You’ll sew them back on.”
“But-”
Javier pulled her by her neck and pushed her towards the table: “I told you to shut up, mocosa.”
She stumbled into the table and waited, holding her breath. She started to really enjoy this side of Javier. She noted in her head to ask him to be rougher with her in bed more often from now on.
“Take it off,” he motioned with his eyes to his hat. She carefully reached for it and put it beside herself on the table. He loosened his grip on her throat and travelled with his hand to her shoulder where he stopped. As he repositioned his hand his mouth moved to her jaw, and he kissed her there. He kissed her down her neck leaving small red bitemarks and occasional hickey. He loved to see his lovemarks on her exposed neck.
She leaned on her hands on the table as Javier peppered her neck with kisses. She was starting to feel lightheaded as she moaned, feeling the building pleasure in her abdomen. Javier continued and spread her legs with his knee, so he could position himself between them. As he did it, he pulled her pants lower and with his right hand got in her underwear. He brushed at her clit gently and her whole body jerked as a response to his light touch. She moaned and whined, sweet music to his ears. He kept his finger there, circling and rubbing.
He left her neck and straightened to look down at her fucked out expression as he played with her sensitive bud: “I don’t even need to get you ready since you’re this wet for me.”
She appreciated the friction on her clit and moaned for him enthusiastically: “I've been this wet since we left the camp.”
Javier chuckled: “No puedo creerte.” <I can’t believe you.>
Eva chuckled too and pushed her hips forward: “No idea what you just said but please, fuck me already.”
Javier ran his tongue along his cheek and grinned: “Wow, you can be so straightforward sometimes.”
“I can be anythin’ you want, honey,” Eva leaned forward and licked his lower lip.
He only grinned and without warning pushed his middle finger inside her. Eva’s face froze and she let out a moan from her gaping mouth. She had to close her eyes as he continued to fuck her with his finger. Javier tried to memorize her facial expression, this exact moment, for he didn’t want to forget it ever. She whined and pushed herself up on the table, interlocking her legs around his hips. They tried to maintain eye contact but when Javier pushed another digit inside her she rolled them back and almost sprawled on the table. He fucked her with two fingers and with his thumb he circled her clit. The stimulation was gradually building her height point.
“How much can you take?” Javier slowed down his pace but pushed deeper, her slick covering his fingers.
She grinned breathlessly: “Maybe a few rounds.”
“Only one,” Javier stopped his ministrations and retreated his hand abruptly, “We are on duty.”
She whined and frowned: “O’Driscolls are not here. Why do you have to be so cruel?”
Javier leaned his head to the side and unbuckled his belt with his clean hand: “Dutch thinks they are.”
Eva watched as he pulled out his cock and stroked it a few times to get it harder: “Is he more important to you than I am?”
He blinked and gently pulled down her pants the rest of the way: “If you asked me earlier whether I would be more loyal to a woman or a man who saved my life, I would’ve said the man. Now? I would go with you to the end of the world and back.”
She gulped and felt as tears formed in her eyes. She helped Javier to pull her pants to her ankles and grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling him in a deep grateful kiss. She hoped her kiss would tell how much she appreciated his confession. She hoped that he understood she would do the same for him. She kissed him with all the love she felt for him.
They kissed for a while; his dick ready at her entrance but this was a bit of a romantic moment for them. When they parted, he chuckled: “I was fully ready to fuck you senselessly, but I think the moment is over.”
Eva held the sides of his face with a desperate expression: “Oh no. Please, Javier, do it. I need it. Please.”
“Nah,” Javier grinned cruelly, “I think it wouldn’t be suitable after what I said.”
She pouted and was keen on crying in front of him to go with his previous plan if necessary: “No, it wouldn't. Oh, please. I beg you, be rough with me.”
Javier chuckled and stepped back an inch: “In that case I need you from back.”
Eva raised her brows.
“The romantic soul in me wouldn’t be able to look in your loving eyes right now,” Javier stroked her thighs.
She bit her lip and turned over: “Get your knife, mi amor.”
“You’re in no position to order me,” Javier snickered, spreading her legs even wider. He slapped her butt and pushed her down on the table horizontally. He could just barely see her reflection in the window, but nonetheless he could. Javier smirked and held her hips tight as he entered her in one smooth motion. She gasped and reached with one of her hands to grab his wrist as a supportive point. Javier began to move in and out of her slowly, letting her adjust to him.
He sat up at a steady tempo and with his left hand reached for his knife. He was very careful not to hurt her accidentally as he plunged into her. He pounded inside her and leaned closer to play with the knife around her neck. When she felt the cold razor of the knife on her skin she whined and pushed her head higher, arching her back like a cat.
Both of them were panting heavily, sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed between walls of the small cabin and their voices intertwined together.
Javier grunted as he could feel his approaching orgasm. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head further back: “You’d be a good whore.”
Eva cried and matched the motion of her hips with Javier’s thrusts: “More!”
“A good whore,” Javier chuckled through his panting, “Men would start fights for your pussy.”
She could feel her orgasm forming, focusing on the feeling, obediently following Javier’s requests. He pulled her hair tighter, and she responded with a hitched moan.
“My lying little whore,” Javier laughed out as he traced her skin with his knife the last time. He put it aside, grabbed her hips, leaning back and hitting her sweet spot from a different angle. She immediately reacted with loud moans and screams as he hit precisely that little bundle of nerves.
“Y-yeah, I am,” she felt as she was reaching her height and sniffed, “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
Javier happily followed and he himself could feel just seconds from coming. He swore in Spanish and stuttered out: “In or out?”
Eva was gripping the edge of the table, her face on it and drool slipping through her open moaning mouth. She screamed: “In!”
Javier just nodded and with a loud groan came inside her, continuing to go through his orgasm so she could come too. She topped her height, falling over the edge and came with a quiet moan addressed to the tabletop.
He stayed inside her for a few more seconds, though carefully caressed her backside. Eva had her eyes closed and tried to calm down her furiously beating heart. His gentle touch was the only thing keeping her in this reality.
Javier eased himself out and stroked her hair: “You alright?”
She just nodded and smiled contently: “Yeah.”
“Not surprised you screw up everythin’ you touch!” a shout sounded from the outside. The two of them snapped from their afterglow and immediately sprung to action. Javier buttoned up his pants and grabbed the rifle lying by the bed. Eva pulled her pants on and at least buckled them up, since Javier cut off her buttons. She crouched behind the table looking from the window noticing five men walking towards the cabin.
They wore their significant green colored scarfs and Eva frowned: “Shit!”
Javier stood by the door with his rifle ready: “What?”
Eva gritted through her clenched teeth: “Damn O’Driscolls.”
“So, in the end you didn’t lie,” Javier chuckled, “How many.”
Eva glared at him: “Five. They don’t expect us, so we have a moment of surprise to our advantage.”
“You take the window I take the door,” Javier nodded and did not wait for her to nod back, just straight up kicked open the door and started to fire on O’Driscolls. Eva broke the window with the handle of her revolver and shot the nearest man. The men did not expect anyone to be in their hideout and barely could draw their pistols before all of them lay dead on the ground.
Eva huffed with relief when she sat down on the floor. Javier laughed and peeked inside: “I can’t believe that your lie was actually true!”
“Wasn’t a lie,” Eva rubbed her face, “Just outdated truth which seems like it was a lie told to me.”
Javier leaned in the doorway: “I hope you’re satisfied enough. You’ve got the fucking and the killing.”
“For now,” Eva smirked, “If I can’t have a damn minute with you, I’m gonna go and pay a visit at the whorehouse.”
Javier scoffed: “Next time just let me know you want me to dick you down and don’t make up a whole story about O’Driscolls.”
Eva grinned and got up: “Alright, be ready for tomorrow then.”