31 Minutos Juanin Novels & Stories

“We can’t do it here.” “You’re so fucking wet already, mami,” he murmured, kissing below my ear, his stubble tickling my soft spot. “I need you now.” Stepping away from me, he gripped his bulge through his jeans. I gasped at the size of him; he was a lot bigger than he looked on video. Before I could refuse again, Juan snatched my hand, walked toward the men’s bathroom, and pushed me inside, tugging off his shirt almost immediately.

Juan asked. "Two," Garland replied. "Exactly. As simple as that for me," Juan said, sipping his tea. Garland had never seen someone so full of themselves. "If you're so great, why do you need our help?" Juan poured himself another cup of tea. "You have 58 minutes left. If you don't finish, you won't be sleeping tonight."

There is no necessity. - Can you find me? I need you, Vic. From your voice, you must be drunk too. - Where can I find you? - I glance at Christopher, but he doesn't look upset that I'm going to see Juan. - Zig Zag coffee – Juan responds. - Well, in an hour I'll be there - I say and hang up. I better get this shit over with soon. - Juan called, he wants to see me, he was crying - I explain vaguely. I'll have to face Hurricane Blanc if he says no, but I don't want that shit right now. She would be a bad friend if she left Juan alone.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

“Okay, mom. I am taking my special key-chain with me as well, so don’t worry.” A small smile lands on Eva’s lips now and she nods approvingly. “That’s my girl. Go have fun.” I head toward the back of the house where Juan is supposed to wait for me and it takes him less than five minutes show up. The heat has grown in portions, but it’s still bearable and with the shadows around I think I can tolerate it, plus my light clothes are a step in the right direction. “So, how much time do you have?” Juan asks, checking the old-fashioned watch on his watch, which I can’t help but notice is cracked at some place.

In the middle of class I received a text message from Anthony. It read: "I need to see you. Can you skip English and come to my house?" I sent my "yes" to him and anxiously waited for Trig to be over. I said a quick goodbye to Ethan and once everyone was out of sight I teleported to Anthony's house. I walked into the living room and was surprised to find Juana sitting with Anthony. She'd been here a whole month now, and she didn't show any intention of leaving. She had the strangest grin on her face which made me uneasy. Juana seemed to be happiest when I was upset. I grew even more worried when I noticed the grim look on Anthony's face.

Elaine followed the man into the room. There were only five people, and Juan sat in the middle. The man next to him was pouring him a glass of wine. “Mr. Saldana, she’s here.” The person next to him asked her to take a seat, so she walked over and sat down as a courtesy. “How may I help you, Mr. Saldana?” Juan poured her a glass. “Are you close with Ian?” She replied, “I know him, but we’re not close.”

And when I’m done, I will go for a shower and rub one out as I think about taking Amelia over and over again on our wedding night, impregnating her. “Boss.” I look up to find Holden standing in the doorway. “What is it?” “I just wanted to share with you that Juan made it to New York, and he’s settled down in the Penthouse just fine.” “By fine, I’m assuming you mean with a couple of strippers?” “Indeed, I do.” “Nice… now all we have to do is…” My voice trails off when my phone begins to blare. Looking at the caller I.D. Wickeds’ name flashes across the screen.

But I did. Eli does not look away. He just nods slowly. "Maybe someday," he repeats. We eat in silence for a moment. The music plays. The waitress refills our coffee. Outside, the street is still empty. Then my phone buzzes. I check it. The time is 10:44. The bus will be here in six minutes. "The bus," I say. Eli looks at his own phone. "We still have time." "Six minutes. That is not enough to walk back and be sure."

he asked. Juan's eyes remained fixed on the window. "Just need some alone time, okay?" There was a moment's pause. Hernandez didn't push it. "Okay," he said. "Call if you need something." Juan nodded briefly and walked off. There upstairs, the hall was dark. His footsteps were silent on the marble floor as he made his way to his room and opened the door. He went in and closed it softly behind him. The air in the room was still. The bed had not been slept in. He hadn't slept in it more than two hours straight for weeks. He sat on the edge of it and leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at the floor. He didn't have any sense of time.