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**It's around six when Chanel and I step out of Casa Cortes, our fourth stop since leaving the hotel. After some of the best head of my life, I picked her up and made her shower again, with me. We ate, wandered around the San Juan Cathedral right next to our hotel, then the Museo de Arte. Chanel loved that part. After that was Fortaleza Street, then finally the chocolate factory of Casa Cortes.*Right when I ask her what she wants to do now, Chanel gets a message from Tawni, inviting us to a bar. Before I could get her away from everyone at the beach earlier, she gave her number when Tawni and Tommy both suggested we maybe join them later.*"Do you want to go?" I ask her, ghosting my hand against her lower back.*"Only if you want to," she says sincerely, tilting her head up at me.*It almost feels like a challenge, bringing her back to a crowd of people ready and willing to hit on her. It's a hard line to walk; not wanting to exceed the boundaries Chanel and I have set, though not wanting to mislead any ass hole into thinking she's available. She's not, not right fucking now; she's here with me. Despite all that shit though, the last thing I want to do is thwart her fun.*"Let's do it," I suggest, and she chuckles. When we arrive, the others aren't here yet, so we grab a booth and eat. At first it's a bit hard for me to focus on anything Chanel's saying, I have a perfect view of her cleavage. The top few buttons are undone on her collared white shirt, her firm tits in a white lace push up, peeking out. The contrast against her dark hair is disarmingly attractive.*"So, what's on the agenda for tomorrow?" Chanel asks, my head snapping up to meet her gaze.*"You'll see," I reply, and she rolls her eyes. "I can tell you we're gonna start in the gym," I say, and take a drink from my glass.*"The hotel has a gym?" she asks, and I nod. "Nice."*"Hey, I have a question."*"What's up?" she asks.*"Does anyone know you're here with me?" I ask her.*"I did tell Aaliyah," she admits. "Why?"*"Just curious."*"Have you told anyone?"*"Just John."*"Are your friends the only people who know about us?" she asks, and she's so casual I'm compelled to answer.*"No," I admit, smirking.*"Who almanbahis şikayet (http://almanaffiliates.com/) else have you told?"*"I've been talking to my dad," I shrug.*Chanel nods. "What does he think of it?"*"He's...overall supportive. That's the only reason I told John you were with me."*"Are your other friends not supportive?"*"No, just not as respectful," I chuckle. "They've all guessed I'm fucking you, I just confirmed it to John. He doesn't give me as much shit about you."*"You guys talk about me?" Chanel smiles, her bright blue eyes laughing.*"Wouldn't you like to know?"*"Keeping secrets?" she asks, and I almost snort.*"Hardly. They're a bunch of guys and you're insanely beautiful. I'm sure you can figure it out." Chanel scoffs at me.*" That's original. You guys aren't very creative."*"I guess not."*"Well, what all did you tell John?"*"Oh, he knows everything," I say without blinking.*"What?!" she laughs, unsure if I'm serious or not.*" Everything," I exaggerate. "I told him how incredible you look naked, and the way your body shakes after you cum," I whisper and wink at her. Chanel inhales through her open mouth.*"Did you really?" I laugh out loud at how serious she sounds.*"Of course not, are you high? I like you too much to have my friends knowing that shit." Chanel's breathtaking smile lights her face as I talk. "Unless you sleep with them, then I guess they'd know. Please don't sleep with any of my friends," I beg her, and she giggles.*"I'm not gonna fuck your friends. You're more than enough for me," Chanel says, her neck heating, and my dick aches thinking about how tight she is.*"I'm glad to hear it," I say, and reach across the table to touch her cheek. Chanel's hand holds mine against her face, pausing my movement.*"Ethan?"*"Yeah?" I ask, giving her all my attention. Chanel stares at me for a moment, her gorgeous face studying mine.*"I'm having a lot of fun with you," she says, and I smile from ear to ear. Such a simple statement, but such a big impact. This would really suck if she weren't enjoying herself. Before I can respond, however, Tawni calls out our names. She and Tommy come to say hi and sit at our booth. I recognize a handful of people from almanbahis canlı casino (http://almanaffiliates.com/) the beach, coming to fill empty seats near us. Everyone starts ordering drinks, people talking over each other, the bar crowded with nighttime patrons ready to take on Puerto Rico's finest.*Chanel and I both stick with draft beer, people jammed into our booth, coming and going. Eventually we both get up and go to the bar. I'm mostly talking to Tommy, Megan leaning over to join in. He's describing the livid adventures of surfing in Australia, something I'm compelled to try now. I share my own experiences of hiking cliffs in Zion. Trying to correctly articulate the view from Angel's Landing is fucking difficult.*After a while I catch Chanel three stools down, smiling at me. Impossible to miss such a stunning brunette. I keep stealing glances at her as Megan asks me questions, and not long after, Chanel has company of her own. The familiar tattoos creeping up his neck and down his arms immediately make me want to groan. This guy does not want to leave her alone.*A few minutes into their conversion, Chanel says something and Tattoos looks right at me, sizing me up. Jesus fucking Christ. I stand up and push through everyone, my eyes on his ugly fucking face.*"Hey," Chanel greets me when I'm standing next to her. Tattoos doesn't look away from me, his brow twitching, and I stare back.*"How's it going?" I ask.*"Good. This is Matt. Matt, this is Ethan," she introduces us, but I don't bother with pleasantries as I wrap an arm around her waist, claiming my territory. Matt nods his head, forcing a smile, and it's obvious this is awkward.*"Baby?" Chanel asks, looking up at me, her hand on my chest. My eyes immediately drop to her face, thoroughly distracted for the moment. She has never once called me baby before. Not even in the bedroom...I like it.*"I think I'm ready to go," Chanel says, her electric blue eyes composed. Before I can respond, she stands up, balancing on her wedge heels.*"It was nice talking to you, Matt." Chanel smiles her pearls at him. He nods again, grinning at her, but doesn't say anything. I glare at him, pulling Chanel into my side, and he's almanbahis casino (http://almanaffiliates.com/) much less confident now. Bitch.*Chanel quickly says goodbye to Tawni and we leave. As soon as we step out onto the road, there's an empty cab, so we jump in. It's only a few blocks, but Chanel's practically in my lap through the ride back. She won't let go of me, so I won't let go of her. The tension it's creating is palpable, the way she bites her lip or nudges her nose against mine without kissing me, teasing me.*We get to our room and she doesn't hold back anymore, our lips eagerly making contact for the first time in too long. Both of us are impatient. I'm pretty sure fucking Matt has something to do with it, too, but I don't give a shit. Her being so eager to give herself to me is not an action I can bring myself to regret. This is steadily becoming my favorite part of the day. Being uncandid with her, fucking her, taking everything she offers.*I back Chanel up against the wall to keep her still, her mouth trying to dominate mine. Her hands are pulling at my shirt, both of us panting the same space of air between kissing each other. My hands roam her waist, pushing her shirt up as I go. Damn, her skin is always so fucking soft.*"You're cute when you're jealous," Chanel says and kisses me. Haha...fuck. My instinct is to deny it, but we both know she's right. I grab her ass, lifting and pinning her against the wall, her legs wide open against me.*"I'm sorry," I mumble as Chanel braids her fingers in my hair.*"Don't be," she says, pushing me closer to her with the heels of her feet. I pull her off the wall and walk to the bed.*"I just don't want to share you," I say, lowering her onto her back. I bury my face in her neck, my hand running up her thigh. "I don't want anyone to make you feel..." I whisper, and rub my hand against her cunt, making her gasp. "...Like I make you feel," I finish, and she moans.*I put my mouth on hers and she opens immediately, her tongue massaging mine. My fingers fumble with her clothes, but eventually I have her naked. Chanel slides my shirt off, and when I lay my bare chest on hers, she hums. Even knowing she's with me and no one else, I still want to consume her. Then I have an idea.*"Chanel," I say her name against her lips.*"Yes?" she pants.*"You trust me?" I ask, needing to double check.*"Of course. Why?" she asks, and presses her lips to my jaw.*"I want to try something with you."*"Mmm what's that?"*