“Sadly, I was cursed with the sports gene. I’m a season ticket holder for the five pro teams in Tolson.”
Cheyenne tries very hard to control her features, but she would be shit at poker. I’m not at all surprised she has no interest in professional sports. It’s not exactly the most peaceful environment for relaxing.
“Don’t worry, I won’t drag you along to any if you don’t want to.”
“I like sports romance, if that counts for anything.” She blushes before scooping up a dainty mouthful of risotto.
She groans as the flavours burst on her tongue. It’s so damn erotic. My food might as well all be the same. I can’t even remember what the previous two courses were. My cock throbs with need every time she takes a bite.
“Do you not like it?” she asks, eyeing my untouched plate.
“I’m craving something else, sweetheart.” I put my napkin on the table and stand.
Before she can question me, I pull her up too. Cheyenne makes a high-pitched noise that has the wolf side of me snarling for a hunt. She’s not running like prey, though. She stares at me with wide, confused eyes until I slam our mouths together. Like this morning, she melts into me.
Her hands slide up to my shoulders and her little whimper is nearly my undoing. I wind a hand around the back of her neck to keep her lips on mine while I use the other one to pull at the strings at the back of her dress. Her pulse jumps under my touch. I can’t stop myself from rubbing my thumb under her soft jaw and down to the base of her neck.
God, she tastes so fucking perfect. She opens up for me, lets me lead her without a moment of hesitation when I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She groans around me, and I want to hear more of those sounds, unmuted and drawn out.
She presses her body into mine. I’m not shy about the bulge in my trousers. My dick’s been hard since I first saw her in this dress, and I’m not going to settle for jerking off in the woods tonight. Cheyenne will be mine.
“Hold on to me,” I instruct, chest heaving as I look down at her flushed face.
“Why?”
Even as she asks, I feel her grip on my suit jacket tighten. I let go of her neck for a moment to hold her waist firmly. Cheyenne’s a big girl, soft and squishy in a way that calls to the predator in me. It’s like my body knows it will find nourishment and comfort in all the parts of her she’s shown me she’s uncomfortablehaving caressed. I lift her up and set her ass on the table. She gasps as the plates rattle quietly.
“I’m going to eat my dessert now,” I breathe out, doing my best to hold on to my senses. Wolfing out isn’t going to get my face buried between her thick thighs. “And I want you to scream my name when you come on my face.”
Chapter six
Cheyenne
I’m going to end up in prison for indecent exposure, but it’ll be worth it to have this moment. Fuck me, Valentino can’t be real. This can’t be how he treats everyone on a first date. Being this accommodating but this wildly horny feels like something straight out of my imagination. I’ve never been one for billionaire romances, but maybe I could change my mind if they’re like this.
“Is there anything you don’t like?” he asks, pulling me out of my head.
He takes my face in his hand and forces me to look directly at him. Eye contact isn’t something I struggle with, but I think this is to make sure I’m not lying to make him happy. His thumbs smooth over my heated cheeks as he waits for me to answer.
“Don’t say hurtful things about me,” I whisper.
I’ve been to conventions about sex education for school and for kinky book writing reasons. There is absolutely a word for this, but I’m not sure I could spell my own name right now. Valentino nods, his eyes calculating like he’s trying to figure out why I don’t like it.
“What do you really like, sweetheart?” He kisses my forehead after asking this time. He leads a trail of kisses from my hairline down to the base of my shoulder. His hands rest on the outside of my thighs, below the hem of my dress. My legs spread wider apart as if he isn’t already notched perfectly between them. The absolute beast hiding in his trousers presses right up against my chub rub shorts.
“Having an orgasm,” I sigh. Too many male partners have half-assed that job in the past, and the one girlfriend I had after college was great, perfectly wonderful, until she stole my laptop and skipped rent. Once school and writing became my life, I lost interest in trying to date again.
“Be specific,” he grumbles, nipping at my shoulder.
“I like kissing, making out, a lot.” With the first thing out, he starts again on his trail across my body. My breath hitches as his lips skirt over the stretch marks on my cleavage. “I have really sensitive nipples.”
At my confession, he brings up one hand and tests me. His thumb brushes over the hard bud, and pleasure shoots right through my core. Even when I play with them it’s not that intense. My skin erupts in goosebumps as he keeps slowly circling my nipple. My hips jerk forward against his covered cock with each stroke.
He pulls the neckline of my tight dress down until both of my carefully arranged boobs are out in the open. Valentino cups them with his large hands and still they spill out around his grasp. Anxiety rumbles in the pit of my stomach as he looks from me to my erect nipples.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers right before he wraps his lips around one and starts to suckle.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
