Most of the cholos went by their last name, but Hector Carrizalez was just Hector, and he was her favorite. His cousin was Nacho Alvarez, and he was a mean motherfucker. He was at the head of the South of the Border contingent, as Dominic fondly referred to his group of Latinos. They were massively exclusive, picky, belligerent assholes, made up largely of Chicanos, with a few Puerto Ricans thrown into the mix as catalysts, and as much as Letty hated most of them, Dominic had formed an alliance of some sort with each and every one of them. He was at the head of every operation, sitting pretty over Alvarez and his gang, and Tran and his Asian gang, and Blue and his assemblage of roughneck ridaz, as well as the largely Italian crew from Dom and Letty’s own neighborhood. Many of the men Dom dealt with were sworn under one color or the other, but he was vocally neutral, and had made it obvious from Day 1 that color conflict had no place under his roof or in connection with his business.
Letty was the only female allowed at these meetings. She was the only girl who knew what went on out there, on those streets, at the hands of Dominic Toretto, who was 25% black, 25% Cuban, 50% Italian, 100% natural born leader. It was bewitching, really, the way he commanded attention and cooperation, and she was always in awe of him at these midnight meetings, sitting with a beer in her hand next to Hector and watching him do his thing.
He stood at the front of the room, detailing sales for the week, pointing out areas of success and requirements for improvement, and everyone was raptly attentive, veritably worshipping him. So many grown men hanging on his every word, jumping at the snap of his fingers, was what spurred Letty’s devotion to him, and her pride at being his. She found his power, contrasted with the vulnerability she sometimes saw in him, utterly intoxicating. He was young to have so much on his shoulders, yet he bore his burden well. There was an undeniable allure held by his bad side, his brood-and-then-explode disposition, his beyond-the-law behavior, his dark anger at the hand life had dealt him. The ups and downs of a volatile relationship weren’t easy, but when she was up, like now, she was way up. And Letty’s life was never boring.
She was on his good side, sitting amongst his colleagues and confidants. He’d made her one of them, made her belong to something, and as he and Vince passed out next week’s product, her eyes were locked on his chiseled, dark caramel form, moving with an uncanny grace for a man so large in and about the room, and in that moment, she would have done anything for him. When Dominic was this way, she wanted to submit to him. When Dominic was in his element like this, Letty had the sudden impulse to fall to her knees before him and open her mouth.
Business handled, product stowed, the stereos were ignited, the party commenced, and girls were called. Letty was feeling much better about their relationship after the good sound fucking she’d received a few nights prior, even though sneaking back in at ten a.m. had cost her dearly with Quino. Her confidence in her standing with Dominic was sufficiently increased, and as he came to her with a beer and looped his arm around her waist, her sentiment was only reinforced. She and Dominic were on a high swing.
“I’m feeling the need to get shitfaced,” he gruffed, grinning down at her.
“That so?”
“Oh, yes.”
Letty returned his smile, clinking her beer bottle against his, then looked up as a small faction of beautiful Asian girls came through the front door. She growled underneath her breath at the leader of the pack, Lana Tran. Dom chuckled.
“Be nice,” he scolded, but his reprimand wasn’t harsh. She got the feeling usually that he was amused by her belligerent nature.
“I hate that bitch.”
“She hates you, too.”
“Like I give a shit.” Letty locked her eyes on Lana, who just smiled, sickeningly sweet, dripping with sugary bullshit, as usual. Her brother was Johnny Tran, the only member of Dominic’s little organization that he had any reservations about. He had power-hungry tendencies, dangerous in a situation where there was room for only one leader. “This chick must be hungry,” Let said, as Lana headed their way. “Because she knows damn well that as soon as she gets over here, she’s gonna be eating my fist.”
“Think so?” Dom asked, dropping his voice so Lana wasn’t able to hear him. Letty watched as Dominic’s dark eyes scanned the room, finding another pair of black eyes. Johnny Tran was keeping a close eye on the situation, and Dom’s smile fell. He tightened his grip on Letty’s waist and turned her away from the confrontation. “Not tonight, Let. Let’s find somewhere we can be alone.”
At Dom’s words, Vince grinned and gave a couple of pelvic thrusts into the air before him.
“Read my mind, V,” Dom said, and Letty laughed, tousling Vince’s hair as they passed him on the way to the stairs. She was glad at the turn of events; she didn’t really feel like fighting that night, anyway. It was a ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off Him’ night, a ‘Worship Dominic’ night. He was king of the streets, king of all of this, and these people were his loyal subjects. And if he was king, that made her queen.
It felt good to be queen. She’d loved him for as long as she’d been an American, for as long as she could remember. In childhood, during puberty, into adolescence, and now, as she approached adulthood. Always, she had loved him, and always, she would love him, and on nights like tonight, when he was sitting on top of the world, she wanted nothing more than to be lying beneath him.
The huge consoles downstairs were shaking the entire house, the stairs vibrating beneath Letty’s feet as they climbed them, side-by-side, and Dominic’s hand wandered downward from her waist to squeeze her ass through the faded denim mini. His mouth found her throat and her legs went to jelly, but somehow she managed not to lose her footing, and made it up the rest of the way and into the suddenly very crowded hallway. Dominic lifted her skirt and cupped half of her ass, left bare by a black g-string, in his enormous hand, kneading her skin with rough fingers and hustling her toward his bedroom.
When he opened the door to his room, it took a moment for the both of them to register what they were seeing. Letty blinked, and Dominic cocked his head to one side, squinting and trying to make sense of the tangled bodies on his bed. Letty didn’t recognize them at first, but as her eyes grew accustomed to the quasi-darkness, she saw that it was Susana and her guy Emanuel. She was down on all fours and he was pounding away from behind, bent over her, only there was something different about the way it looked, something different about the way he was moving. As Letty realized what it was, she gasped and looked up at Dominic, who had a shiteating smile on his face as he tugged her back out of the doorway and shut the door.
“Uh oh,” she muttered. “I know that look.”
“Do ya?” he asked, his voice suddenly deep and husky, and he pulled her with him, through the throng of people, to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. She shook her head and grinned, allowing herself to be led, and he closed the door behind them with a bang and locked it. He came up behind her and guided her with a series of gentle pushes toward the bed, until her hipbones were pressing into the mattress. Splaying a hand between her shoulderblades, he shoved her down, flattening her against the blanket. She got up on her elbows and grinned at him over her shoulder as he ransacked the room.
“Gonna fuck me in the ass, Dom?” she asked, and he paused in his search, smirking back.
“Thinking about it.”
“Monkey see, monkey do?”
“Damn right.”
In the dim glow given off by a plug-in nightlight, she could see his erection, straining against his pants, and she felt a jitter of nerves deep in her belly, her smile dropping momentarily.
“What are you looking for?”
“Lube,” he said, and although she knew he wasn’t angry, the word came out in a rolling growl. He grunted in satisfaction as he found a bottle of Lubriderm, and she shook her head, letting it hang forward, smiling.
“Still thinkin’ about it?” She spoke into her clasped hands, her forehead resting on the bed before her.
“What are you thinkin’?” He came up behind her and rubbed his fly, and the weapon behind it, against her ass. “Wanna try it?”
Letty pushed back against him. “Sure.”
She sensed, rather than saw, his nod, and he flopped the lotion down on the bed beside her. She glanced at it, laying her cheek against the comforter and touching the smooth plastic side of the bottle absentmindedly as he shoved at her skirt, folding it up around her waist, and she shifted her hips as he pushed her g-string down. She heard him messing with his fly, heard the rasp of his zipper and the rustle as he got his pants down around his knees. His cock nudged the back of her thigh, and she felt the sticky drop of moisture against her skin from the tip of it, the brush of his tee-shirt across her buttocks as he leaned forward and grabbed the lotion. It was blinding, virginal white against the brown of his hand and he squeezed a huge amount into his palm. She raised up on her elbows again and watched him.
“Don’t hold back on the lotion, Dom,” she laughed, and wrinkled her nose as he greased up his hands first, then his cock, all completely coated in the slippery translucence of the Lubriderm.
“Didn’t plan on it,” he said, his voice moving over her like a live entity, that baritone booming even though he was speaking barely above a whisper. He took her right hip in one hand then, and she closed her eyes and flattened against the bed, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and holding it there. She could feel his free hand searching her, his fingers exploring, probing, and then invading her, and she fisted her hands in the comforter. It was a strange feeling, a new feeling, to have his finger there, but not unpleasant. She bit her lip a little and flinched as the first finger was joined by a second. He’d done this the first time they’d had sex the other way…the ‘normal’ way. He’d fingered her to loosen her up.
“Y’aright?” he asked, and she nodded. He slipped his fingers in deeper then, and there was a tight twinge, just briefly, and then nothing, just fullness. There was something forbidden about it, something erotic, and her nipples were hard against the inside of her red wifebeater. Between her legs, her clit ached to be touched, to share in the attention. She concentrated on relaxing, because it was unbelievable how tight she was around his fingers. She’d always thought this particular brand of intercourse would be exquisitely painful, but she’d seen plenty of anal sex when the boys were watching porn, and the girls never acted like it hurt. His fingers had only hurt for a second, and she thought that was probably what it would be like…Like the first time she’d had sex the other way. Hurt at first, and then get used to it…
He scissored his fingers inside of her, then pulled them out and took more lotion, smearing it on her, smearing it on him, and it made a slick, sloppy noise that she had to laugh at, and he thwacked her lightly on the ass for her folly. She got up on her elbows again, still holding the sheets, as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. She felt the difference between the girth of his fingers and the girth of his dick, and her heart began to pound. She steeled herself, though, as he steadied her hips with his right hand and guided himself with the left, pushing forward with his hips. He couldn’t get in at first. It was as if he was just too big, as if he just wouldn’t fit, and he groaned, frustrated, then stroked her hip gently with his hand.
“Come on, baby, relax,” he murmured, and his words had an instantaneous effect on her. “Relax, now, and let me ride.”
He pushed hard against her, his head warm through the cool slop of the lotion, and on that shove, he got in, and in one more smooth motion, he got in all the way. The pain was intense, bearing its own presence, making her spine arch, taking her breath away, and she gripped the comforter so hard that her nails dug into her palms through the material.
“That fucking hurts, Dominic,” she managed finally, her voice choked, her brows knit together, eyes squeezed shut.
“It’s really fucking tight.” He sounded breathless, as well. “Want me out, or can you calm down?”
She said nothing, contemplating her answer to that and willing her muscles to relax as his right hand left her hip and went between her body and the bed to stroke her, gently, soothingly, languidly. She opened her hands, forcing herself to relax as he bent, slowly, and planted a kiss between her shoulders.
“Easy,” he whispered. “It’s just me.” And he began to move, so slowly it was barely detectable as motion. All the way back, and then all the way forward, and the pain began to dull, the blood in that region now concentrated and throbbing against his fingers as he manipulated her. “Touch yourself,” he murmured, against the back of her shoulder.
“Where?” she gasped, scarcely able to breathe through the intensity of this, and he didn’t stop moving, sliding back and forth inside of her.
“Your tetas,” he said, and she hesitated a moment before going slowly to obey, rearranging and slipping her hands up inside of her shirt. She felt stiff and strained, completely full of him, biting down on her lip, her face in the bed, as she fumbled with her nipples, but suddenly it all came together. The huge pressure from behind, the gentle torture at her clit, the self-inflicted, southbound waves of sensation from her breasts all came together and she felt the build begin. He sensed the change in her, moving faster now, his breathing more like tormented hissing through clenched teeth. He was holding back, she could tell, waiting for her to get something out of this, and she touched herself more, harder, pressing down onto his hand. It was overwhelming, this- the bittersweet painpleasure of him inside of her this way, his touch, her touch, and she exploded from the inside out, a strange, clenching orgasm that felt different from any she’d had before, crying out as he gave a handful of hard, rougher thrusts that hurt like hell through her climax, and he surrendered to his own release.
He pulled out as soon as he was done and collapsed on the bed next to her. She crawled up to the pillows on rubbery arms and legs and sank onto her belly, sore and slimy, and managed a weak smile at him.
“Holy shit,” he growled, nostrils flared with the strain of breathing.
“I know, right?” She laughed, huskily, then squirmed a little, uncomfortably. “I feel disgusting.”
“It hurt?”
“Like a bitch.”
“We don’t have to do it again. I just saw ‘em and wanted to try it.”
“Me too,” she said, reaching over and running her fingertips through the sweat on his forehead. “You ever do that before?”
He squirmed then, much as she just had, and evaded her question with one of his own.
“Wanna see if there’s a shower free?”
She blinked, not sure why he’d avoided answering, and yet, she had the sneaking suspicion that it was more than just the want of a shower. She’d always had this feeling, like a thorn in her side…She shook her head, clearing that thought, and nodded.
“Yeah. Shower would be cool.”
Letty yawned, leaning against the wall for support and waiting until he was satisfied with the water temp, and then climbed in after him, clinging to his body. Their skin was almost exactly the same color, and she thought it was beautiful, in that moment, against the white tiling of the shower. He washed her body without soap, washed in all her folds and crevices with beautifully gentle hands, washed the expanse of her flat belly and the slender curves of her legs, the rounds of her breasts. She sat then, cross-legged, and blinked up at him through the heavy beads in her eyelashes, watching as he washed her off of him, the water beading on the oily residue from the lotion. When he was finished, he sat next to her and nuzzled into her throat, nipping gently at her earlobe.
“That was hot, Letty.” He laced his fingers in hers and squeezed her hand. “Thanks.”
“I love you, Dominic.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, well I hope so. Shouldn’t take it in the tailpipe from just anyone.” She smacked him, and it was loud on his wet shoulder. He laughed, then, and wrapped her up in his arms, touching her face with tender fingertips, tilting her mouth up to his and tasting her lips. “I’m just playin’, Let. I love you, too.”