“Definitely.”
We made our way to the tables, made several passes, and returned to our booth with our plates filled to overflowing. Jasmine rice, crab legs, zingy rolls of spinach and cheese, slices of warm bread, and small dishes of melted butter. We sat and ate, talked, and laughed. The hour flew by. After a lush dish of rich desserts that we both ate from, he took me by the hand to the theater next door, found a seat in a dark corner, and we watched a phenomenal band called Yellow Bear, comprised of members of Ollie’s tribe, rock our socks off with some great classic rock/funk songs from the ’70s to the ’90s. I sent a few texts home to check on Dahn. Bella was playing a video game with him at ten. I passed along that I might be later than midnight to which my eldest brother sent me a dozen eggplant and sweat drop emojis.
I swear at times my siblings were worse than my son.
When the band signed off, Ollie reached over our little table, clasped my hand, and stared into my eyes. My body reacted immediately.
“If you’d like to have a little nightcap in private, I have a room booked.” He said it as if he had to remind me there was a suite on the second floor with a bed and utter privacy. “No pressure. If you want to go home now, that’s great. I’ve had a wonderful time.”
“I think a nightcap would be wonderful,” I replied. “I told the family I might be later than expected…”
That lit a fire under him. He rose, tossed some cash on the table for a tip, and waved to the band all while keeping my hand in his. The ride to the second floor in the elevator was quite handsy, his lips pressed to my throat until the door opened. The halls were quiet, the din of the casino just a floor below muted thoroughly.
He led me down the corridor, the Native American motif carpeting rich and thick. The door at the end of the hall was ours. After he scanned the key card, he pulled me inside. The lights flickered on, illuminating a wonderfully decorated room with deep red, black, and white colors on the carpets, curtains, and bedding. Throw pillows in rusty red sat against larger black pillows with white arrow fletching designs. On the wall above the headboard were hand-painted swirls of ebony and clay red symbolizing the wind. The lights glowed softly on the end tables on either side of the king-size bed. There was the required desk and stuffed chair every hotel room had as well as a large armoire for hanging up your clothes. A door stood ajar to our left—the bathroom, I assumed. Sitting on the table in front of the stuffed chair and ottoman was a bucket of ice with a bottle of something fizzy waiting for us. Had he notified the staff somehow while we were at the show? And did I really even care? Nope, I found I did not.
“This is gorgeous,” I said, my sight now resting on the large window that faced east. “I bet the sunsets are stunning.”
“They’re nothing compared to your fiery beauty,” he said, tugging me into his arms to kiss me with a passion that made me weak in the knees and hard as a bullet.
“The bubbly?” I asked when his lips left mine to travel down the side of my throat. I rubbed my hands over his head, loving the feel of that short hair scrubbing over my palms as he suckledand nibbled the flesh over my thumping jugular. He murmured something into my skin. I wiggled closer, aligning his cock and mine, and that pretty much erased all thoughts of champagne.
My clothing began to feel too heavy, too binding, too much. We stripped down in a mad rush, shirts and pants chucked to the bed, followed by undergarments. We parted only long enough to bare ourselves and then came back together as if the wind painted on the walls had blown us back into each other’s arms.
“I want to worship you the way you deserve,” he said before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. We tangoed in reverse, the bed coming up behind my knees. With a sigh, I let myself fall backward, my fingers leaving his strong shoulders. I flopped onto the mattress like a child, smiling widely, my cock bouncing.
“Then come to worship,” I said, splaying my arms out to the side.
He moved like a hungry predator, catching a leg under his arm and pushing me up on the bed, his cock resting between my ass cheeks as we wiggled and grunted. When he had me where he wanted me, he lowered his head to my chest. His hot tongue found a nipple. I arched up wantonly, spreading my legs as wide as I could to offer myself to him wantonly.
“Mm, I love that.” I sighed, twitching when he took the ruddy nub between his teeth. “Ah, oh, that’s hot.”
“I plan to taste every inch of you and then sink so far into your sweet, freckled ass that there is no me and no you, just us.”
My cock began to leak at his beautiful words. My soul, my heart, had been starved for affection for so long, and now this man, a man you’d not think would be capable of such poetic tenderness, was giving me what I yearned for, possibly for years. No, not possibly. Chris had never been one to be overly sentimental.
Also, he knew I had freckles on my ass. That turned me on in ways I could not explain. I gave myself to him wholly. Ollietouched me in ways and in places that had never been explored before. He kissed my ribs, adored my navel, and paid lavish praise to my arches. He feathered light touches along my belly, laved a wet path over my shoulder, and caressed the back of my thighs. Then, when I was at a point where I was this close to either coming or passing out from want, he took me apart with his mouth. Short, hot kisses along my scrotum, a suck on the leaking head of my cock, accompanied by a long, sinful lick from cockhead to ass where he spread me open to feast.
“Delicious, beautiful, divine, sinful, perfect.” Soft, sweet, sultry words of praise fell from him as he used that skilled tongue to slowly prepare me for his cock. I was soaked with sweat despite the AC running hard. My knees rested on my chest, my hands were balled in the bedding, and my senses were fried. Every thought rested on what he was doing to my needy hole with his mouth and fingers. He toyed with the edges of my furl and pushed two fat fingers inside me. Some sort of language burbled out of me. It may have been English. It may have been ancient Uto-Aztecan.
Expert fingers delved inside me as he sucked on my balls. With a stroke, he pushed me to the very edge and then he eased back. Pulled out and off and moved over me, his cock slick and wet, rigid, and leaking a path over mine.
Mindless with lust, I flung my arms around his shoulders, tugging his mouth to mine. I shoved my tongue between his lips as he ground against me, our pricks pinned between us, rubbing…always rubbing.
“I’m going to get us some lube.” He broke the kiss to reach around to fumble in his pants. I clawed at him like a randy cat, not happy until he returned to my arms, a packet of lube between his teeth. Those dark eyes of his simmered. I grasped my knees and watched, panting like a workhorse as he tore the packet open and slathered lube over his fat dick. “Easy now,”he whispered when he pushed two slippery fingers back inside. “Don’t come yet. I want you to come when my cock is inside you. I need to feel that.”
So did I. Desperately. “Now…I want you in me now.”
“So bossy.” He chuckled gruffly, easing his fingers out with a soft stroke of my prostate before they slipped free. Then his cockhead was there, resting on my slick hole, and his hand captured my balls. “I love you like this. Open and sloppy for me. This is not the tidy dentist the rest of the world sees. This Dodge is mine alone, and I do not want to share him with any other men.”
“I’m not…the sharing type.” I looked right into his eyes when I said that, so he knew if I was his, I was his, and he was mine. “Now fuck me before I pass out from want.”
“So damn bossy,” he purred and sank in slowly. The first breach made me wince, even though he’d taken time to ready me. I’d not been with a man like this for a long, long time. Once he eased past that resistance, it was glorious. The stretch, the feeling of being filled, the slight burn. “Fuck you’re tight.”
I purred, like literally purred, when he bottomed out. Then there was little to no talking afterward. Ollie Ahoka was a wild fuck. The bed bounced madly. The headboard slapped the wall, and the lamps on the end tables wobbled. I held on for dear life, my cock spewing thick ropes of cum over and over as he fucked me. I think I may have cried out. I couldn’t be sure. His cock rammed my prostate time and again. Cum dribbled out of me. He grunted and groaned, rolling his hips to get even deeper. I felt his cock thicken slightly then a splash of spunk filled me. I shuddered as yet more cum leaked from me. My balls had to be withered prunes by now with the amount of cum I’d shot all over myself. Ollie fell over me, held up only by his locked arms. My legs slithered down his arms and to the bed, my thighsquivering, my calves on the verge of cramping from being so tightly held for so long.
“Oh God,” he mumbled, his brow dotted with sweat as his gaze found mine.
“Mmhmm,” I managed to reply, my limbs and brain reduced to goo.
