“No way.” I frowned. “What do you say?”
“I don’t participate in those conversations.”
“Why not?”
“I think more of you than that. It seems kind of rude to talk about you that way, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t agreeing with everything they said.” He grinned. “I think I just showed you what I would’ve said.
“Hmm. Well, you know they say talk is cheap. So, I’m glad you can walk the walk.”
With his lips barely touching my neck, he whispered, “Let me show you what else I would have said I’d like to do with you.” He reached for my hand and directed it between his legs. My palm ignited when it came in contact with his raging hard erection. Without hesitation, I ran my fingers along the waistline of his briefs and slid them to the floor. I knelt before him and lowered my mouth, licking his erection. The feel of his cock on my tongue sent shivers through my body and elicited a groan from Kentaro.
“Oh, baby.”
I glanced up and held his gaze as I took his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck.” His held fell back, and he smiled.
Slowly, I ran my tongue from the base to the tip of his erection. I circled the head with my tongue. “Let me show you what I would’ve told my friends I want to do to you.”
His only response was, “Please.”
****
Wearing only my robe, I slipped from my bedroom to make coffee. Once again, nude Marines sprawled on the living room floor. I recognized Sanchez, but Ramon had been replaced with another muscled, dark-skinned hottie.
Quietly, I ducked into the kitchen and spooned ground coffee into the filter. As I filled the pot with water, Sanchez joined me.
“Good morning,” he greeted in a sultry, husky voice.
I glanced his way. Naturally, he hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes. Not that I was complaining.
“Morning.” I nodded to the pot. “Want some?”
He grinned. “Yeah, but not anything that’s brewing.”
I blushed.
“You’re looking hot in your robe with your hair all messed up from sleep.”
My response was cut short when the Nubian god joined us. I rolled my eyes. He hadn’t bothered with clothes either.
“Natalie, this is Jackson.”
I nodded in his direction. “Nice to meet you. Would you like some coffee?” Emphasizing the word made Sanchez chuckle.
His bass voice washed over my body like a warm chocolate waterfall. “Thank you, baby. I would like a cup.”
We stood there in silence while the pot percolated. As the last gurgles emitted, Jenn and Brent joined us. At least they had the decency to be partially dressed. I filled everyone’s cup and they stood around as I made as second pot.
Laughter filled the apartment as Sanchez told a story about the previous evening’s escapades in Roppongi.
When Kentaro stepped into the crowded kitchen wearing my floral, silk robe, a shocked silence echoed off the walls. He glanced around the room, taking in the scene—me standing scantily dressed among two naked men, a barely robed Jenn, and Brent wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. His attention returned to me, and he smiled. “Good morning.”
My knees melted, and I propped against the counter. His sexuality sizzled and snapped. It amazed me how he could outshine the Marines and Brent. Jenn’s nipples perked up and came to attention under her silk robe.
“Good morning.” I smiled in return. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” He walked past Sanchez, joined me at the counter, and put his arm around me as I handed him a mug.
“Everyone, this is Kentaro.” I introduced everyone to him. He took it all in stride, even shook hands and nodded to the naked guys.
“Let’s move this little soiree into the living room, what do you say?” Jenn offered. The three men followed her, leaving me alone in the kitchen with Kentaro.
He turned me to face him and slid his hands under my robe. With his thumbs, he caressed my nipples. When they were taut and aching, causing me to squirm, he lowered his lips to mine. His lips, warm from the coffee, melted me into him.
My eyes were still closed and my body was drifting off when he asked, “So, do you always have naked men in your kitchen?”
“A lot of times.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Jenn is…hmm…rather promiscuous.” I shrugged. “She has lots of guests. Rarely the same folks twice, but I know Sanchez and Brent. The Jackson guy is new.”
“Sanchez is the one I saw kissing you at the train station, isn’t he?”
I grinned. “Yes, that was him.”
Doubt crossed his beautiful, tawny face. “Is he your lover?”
“Oh, no.” My cheeks burned. “He only kissed me to get your attention.”
“What?”
“I saw you at the train station. I told him I had a crush on you, but you had no idea who I was. So, he thought making a scene would get your attention. That’s the only reason he kissed me.”
“Baby, I saw that kiss. It wasn’t the only reason he was kissing you. He enjoyed it, too.”
“Well, there really is no cause for concern.” Unable to look him in the eye when I admitted it, I studied my hands. “You’re the only person I’m interested in.”
He reached over and guided my chin so I was staring directly into his obsidian eyes. “You, Natalie, are the only person I’m interested in.”
His hands smoothed along my back and cupped my ass. He dropped to his knees, separated my robe, and closed his mouth over my clit.
Right there in the kitchen where, a few days before, I stood mortified because I was surrounded by naked men, Kentaro licked my pussy. I bucked against his tongue. With total abandon, I moaned. For the first time ever, I was the one making the noise that disturbed the people in the room next door.
I liked the reversed roles.
About the Author
Luna started reading when she was four years old and hasn't stopped. By the age of nine, she was writing stories about school and her pets in notebooks that were carefully stored under piles of dirty clothes and stuffed animals. Realizing that her daily life was too boring to interest even the most hardcore bibliophile, she turned to fiction. Her teenage years were spent killing off the head cheerleader in grisly murder mysteries. After destroying the competition, Luna created elaborate, romantic settings in which the hottest guys in school could seduce her. Over the years, the world in her head has developed into a fascinating place populated with kilt-clad Scottish warriors,wild, unbridled cowboys, lonely and brokenhearted soldiers in need of a little TLC, smoldering Samurai and luscious Latinos.
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