Dirty Heat (19 page)

He laughs, shaking his head. “Wait. Let me get this straight. You're here in all of your sexiness, and your man doesn't even know that you're here?”

I toss my hair. “Oh, he knows I'm here. He just doesn't know I'm here by myself.” I take a sip of my drink. “And what he doesn't know won't hurt him.”

He grins, flashing a dimpled cheek, left side. Mischief flashes in his eyes. “You don't say?”

I'll admit, as I'm looking at him, my pussy pulses. Heat slowly throbs through my whole body. If opportunity presents itself, I will fuck him. I am sure of it. The moistness gathering in the pit of my cunt assures me of this.

I glance down at the bulge in his shorts again, and imagine myself down on my knees; looking up at him slantways, sucking his dick down into my throat, feeling the tingle of its tip every time my throat muscles contract around it.

I see him coming hard, his dick melting in my mouth, and me sucking him greedily. His dick sucked clean as a fucking whistle.

I swallow.

“So who does your man think you're traveling with?”

I take another slow sip of my drink, rinsing down my sordid thoughts. Then run my fingers through my hair. “He thinks I'm on an all-girls' retreat.”

I smile coyly.

“Damn, sounds like somebody needs a spanking for being real naughty,” he says, a dark smile crossing his lips.

Lord, God…

“There's nothing naughty about sneaking off for the weekend, alone.”

He grins. “And your man allows you these so-called”—he makes quotation marks with his fingers—“all-girls' retreats without question?”

“Yes. Without question.” I boldly toss my hair. Then glide my tongue over my lips again. “He knows I'm
always
coming home to him.”

His smoldering eyes skim over my body. He gulps down his drink, then leans in, moves his mouth to my ear. “Then forgive me for saying, baby, he's a damn fool. There's no way I'd let all this sweet ass travel anywhere without me.”

All this sweet ass?

Jesus, take the wheel!

A blush warms my face as I inhale, and catch a hint of musk off his skin, a mixture of woodsy masculinity and something splashed out of an expensive bottle. But that's nothing compared to the heat suddenly flaring between my thighs.

His boldness is intoxicating. And there's something about it that is pulling me in, has me feeling something new, something exciting and fierce.

My pussy clenches.

He glides a finger up and down my thigh as he speaks. “You're a sexy, beautiful woman, baby. Thick all over.” He pulls in his bottom lip. “I bet you're real juicy, too.”

Feeling empowered, I toss my hair, and say, “Wouldn't you like to know?”

He grins. “Yeah, I would.” His large hand rests on the small of my back. “I can tell that thing is good. Real good. I want a taste.”

Shivers dart through me.

I can feel my cunt juice slowly seeping into the seam of my jumper.

Lord, God…goddamn him!

“I bet you're already hot and wet and ready for me. Aren't you?”

He's right. I am. I am so hot, so goddamn ready.

I swallow.

If this fine motherfucker doesn't get away from me before my pussy explodes, I'm likely to fuck him right here for all to see.

“Can I ask you something?”

I swallow. “Uh, sure,” I stammer.

He licks his lips. “Are you wearing panties?”

“A thong.”

He smiles. “Nice. What color?”

“White.”

Lord, God, there goes that tongue, again, licking over those succulent lips. He leans in, moves his mouth closer to my ear. “And what if I told you I wanted you to stuff it in my mouth, while I fucked you senseless?”

Those words send swirls of heat reeling through me.

I inhale. Catch the scent of him again, and my mouth waters. His fading cologne is overpowered by a sensual musk that suddenly makes me dangerously lightheaded at the thought of tasting him.

Licking him.

My tongue dancing up and down his skin.

Feeling every inch of him pressed into my mouth.

My heartbeat quickens.

I am melting inside.

The sight and smell of this man renders me speechless.

His gaze on me has my body on fire, but my mouth suddenly goes dry.

Goddamn him!

Thoughts of Roosevelt invade my conscience, and guilt gnaws at me. But then I look at the fine motherfucker standing in front of me and think of the endless possibilities the night might offer.

One being a well-fucked, well-pounded, very pleased pussy.

I reach for my drink. Toss it back. Allow the heat to swirl in my belly. Lips wet, throat moistened, finally regaining my composure, slowly I say, “Then I'd say, let's go fuck, daddy.”

A
s soon as the elevator doors shut, he has me pressed hard against the polished wall, his mouth covering mine. I gasp, breathless from his long, deep kiss.

“We were watching you all night, shaking that ass.”

I pant. Catch my breath. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Fuck yeah. Had my dick hard all night.” With his lips to my throat, and his hands squeezing my voluptuous ass, he whispers, “Damn you thick as hell.”

I moan. “Mmm. You like all that?”

“Hell yeah. Love it. I don't usually kiss random women. But you sexy as fuck.”

I press my pussy into his thigh. “Well, I don't typically fuck random men on the first night. I usually spread my legs on the second, or third night.”

He grins. Grinds himself into me. “Lucky me. You feel that?”

I reach between us. Feel his dick. Grab it. It's everything I thought it would be, thick and long. “Yes. Mmm. I hope you can handle me,” I say breathlessly as he shoves a hand between my legs and cups my pussy.

“Oh, I can handle you,” he murmurs. “There's enough dick to handle you all night.”

“That's what they all I say,” I tease boldly. “I don't want no minute-man, baby. Not tonight. My pussy needs to be fucked right, long
and hard and deep. Can you handle that? If not, find me someone who can.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “You talk a good one, love. But you ain't no real freak.”

“Ooh, that sounds like a dare.”

“Nah. It's an assessment.”

“Then you had better reassess. I'm more freak than you'll know.”

He smirks. “You ain't ready, love. But, soon as I get ya ass to the room, we about to find out.”

“I don't want me no minute-man,” I repeat in a singsong voice.

“Trust me. You about to find out I ain't no minute-man.”

His gaze meets mine as he cups my cheek and eases my head back so that there is no mistaking the heat in his eyes.

“I like it nasty,” I say, squeezing his dick. It feels long and thick. How I love 'em.

“Yeah, okay. That's what your mouth says.”

“I can show you, better than I can tell you,” I mutter as he smiles down at me. His smile is painfully sexy.

“We'll see,” is all he says before he slides a hand into my halter-top and eases down and takes one of my breasts in his hot mouth, suckling my nipple until I feel wild with want.

He tells me tonight he's going to be my deepest, darkest fantasy. That he's going to give me what my body needs. Everything it craves. Everything my man doesn't give me at home. Lots of tongue, lots of dick…and a hard, deep fuck.

The minute he has me inside his hotel room and the door closes behind us, he is all over me again. And I am clawing at his shirt, buttons flying off as I rip it open, exposing his smooth chest.

He groans. “Shit. I can't wait to taste you. I want my tongue shoved so far up in your sweet cunt that you can feel it licking your cervix.”

A shiver races up my spine. “Mmm,” I purr. “Lick all in my wet pussy.”

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

The way it rolls off his tongue, slow and easy and sweet like melted chocolate, makes we want to suck him into my mouth.

Evan's gaze flickers over my face, causing the heat between my thighs to spread over my cunt, settling on my clit. My heartbeat throbs. Aches. Pulses right smack in the center of my legs. It takes everything in me to not push the emergency stop button, drop to my knees, and suck his dick, right here, right now.

One corner of his sexy lips curls as if he knows what he's doing to me.

Seducing me. Luring me.

I'm trolling for trouble.

He knows it.

I know it.

But, at this very moment, I don't give a damn.

Lucky for him, or maybe
me
…the elevator stops.

And the doors slide open.

•  •  •

“Ooooh, yes, baby, yessss! Right there…!”

Evan's tongue trails slow, wet circles in the center of my thigh, then a fingertip trails up my other leg, up along my shin, up over my knee and around to my inner thigh, slowly inching its way closer to my slick cunt.

Any thoughts of my man back home, any lingering guilt I might have felt, have long gone. At this moment, Roosevelt doesn't exist. And there's no room for guilt.

Only pleasure. Only heat. Only lust.

Repentance can come in the morning.

Right now the only thing that matters is this orgasm that's boiling up inside of me. He hasn't even touched my pussy yet, and I am already on edge of a climax.

Lord, God…

This is sinful.

By the time Evan reaches the sodden spot in the center of my panties, I am breathing hard, panting. Almost gasping.

“I can smell your pussy,” he murmurs. “Soaked in your juices. Spread your legs wider. Let me breathe you in.”

“Let me breathe you in.”

Oh, how I want him to. Breathe me in. Sniff out my soul. Then lick away my transgressions.

Yes, yes, yes, breathe me in.

The sensuality in those three words,
breathe you in,
has my body fluttering like a moth to a flame. Attracted to the heat. Tempted by desire.

Lord, God…

His touch, his tongue, will lead to my downfall.

A wave of heat crashes through me as I spread my legs wider and he presses his nose into my center, then inhales. Deeply. Intently.

“Mmm, so sweet, so musky,” he says, his words muffled wetly. He rubs his nose up and down along the center, smearing his nose in my cum-soaked, cum-scented panties.

“Aah. Mmm…” He breathes in, again, as if what's between my legs is the sweetest oxygen he's ever breathed in.

He gasps into my cunt as if he's fighting for more. More air. More high. More arousal.

He breathes in again. Tells me how he loves the smell of wet pussy. He inhales again. Licking over the fabric again, and again.

My pussy becomes his inhalant. Intoxicating him.

Breathe.

Smell.

Taste.

Evan breathes, smells, and tastes my pussy. Licks it. Loves it. Lavishes it.

My hands flutter over my belly, trail over my breasts. Trembling fingers circle my areolas, then find their way to my aching nipples, rigid with need.

His tongue flutters over my flaring lips, peeking from the outer edges of my thong, causing me to thrust my pelvis and rock against his face.

He licks over the thin strip covering my slit, slowly sucking it into his mouth, wringing out, and extracting, the sticky cunt sap that has stained my panties.

Ohmygod, this motherfucker's really trying to eat my panties off.

He licks and licks and licks, his tongue grazing over my lips every so often. He opens his mouth—over wet fabric, over my throbbing clit, and sucks them both into his mouth.

Finally, he pulls my thong to the side and moans into my pussy, licking an orgasm out of me.

There's a knock on the door. Three quick raps, then three more.

“Shit,” Evan murmurs over my clit.

I moan.

He licks a few more times.

There goes the knocking again.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

I blink. Ease up on my forearms. “Who's that? Did you order room service?”

His face emerges from between my thighs, sticky with my juices. “Yeah, something like that.”

I give him a puzzled look. Try to figure out when he placed an
order. I can't recall him using the phone. Maybe he had called down while I was in the bathroom.

Yeah, that had to be it.

“What did you order?”

A wicked grin spreads over his face as he eases up from between my legs. Dick rock-hard, my mouth waters. “That knock at the door, love, is your fantasy.”

I give him a confused look, hoisting myself up on my forearms. “My fantasy?”

“Yeah.”

Curiosity and anxiety sweep through me all at once. I sift through my brain, trying to recall if I'd mentioned any of my fantasies. I hadn't.

Or had I?

“Wait. Which fantasy?”

He flashes another one of those sexy grins. “Aah, don't you worry, love. Tonight, it's all about you. Making all your wishes come true. It'll be a night you never forget. I promise. You'll thank me later.” He leans in and kisses me on the forehead. “I'll be right back.”

I watch as he walks across the room, naked, taking in the spectacular view. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Firm ass. Muscled thighs.

My hand slides over my body, taking in the swell of my breasts, the clenching in my belly, the wetness in cunt. My right hand toys with my left breast while my left hand eases over my clit. But then I stop. Ease up on my forearms. Listen.

I don't hear any movement out front. No voices. And now my fears kick in. What if this is a setup? What if that fine-ass nigga plans on fucking me to death, then discarding my body, dumping it into the ocean?

It'd serve your sneaky, whore-ass right for being down here in the first damn place.