Chapter 5
Taleya
Who am I right now? I just let this man finger me and make me cum in a room full of strangers! Is this shit even real? And why the fuck is he so fucking fine and handsome?
My internal screams and thoughts crowd my mind, clogging my ears and drowning out my logic and my common damn sense. I’m here with him and pretty sure I’m about to let this fine ass man do whatever he wants to my body. If his fingers are any indication of the pleasure to come, I’m ready as hell. Besides, it’s Seventh Heaven, As You Wish weekend. I can pussy pop on a handstand and let him fold me into this sofa and no one will everknow, no one. This night will be my salacious little secret, so I’m going to make the best of it and have nasty, adult fun.
This suite is unexpectedly nice and perfect for a one night stand. I knew there were rooms on the top floor but didn’t know they were actual luxury suites like this. For the next few hours, we have it all: large open living space, small kitchen area and bar, floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the island shore, and a master bedroom.
“Tequila cool?” he asks as he walks back toward me.
“Yes. I like tequila,” I reply and he places the bottle and two glasses on the table in front of me.
“I got OJ, pineapple, cranberry juice, and Coke. What you want?” he asks, still standing.
“Honestly, I was thinking a shot, no chaser.”
“That’s straight with me,” he says, then joins me on the large, leather sofa. When I scoot forward to pour our shots, he stops me. “I got it. You’re my guest,” he says before actually filling both glasses a little less than half full. He grabs his and I grab mine.
“We should say something before we take them,” I say.
“Like what?” he questions.
“I don’t know,” I admit, then laugh a little. I was caught up in his closeness and heavenly scent that any ideas I had for a toast dissipated right after my suggestion. Trying to redeem myself and recover, I quickly come up with, “To a nasty good time together.”
“Bet,” he says.
“No. You have to say it too,” I tell him and he shrugs.
“To a nasty ass good time,” he finally says, then kills his glass as I do the same. “Now, we need to talk,” he says with a hint of seriousness in his tone.
“About what?”
“Shit, limits, preferences, likes, dislikes. Let’s get all this shit out before I get this off you,” he says while brushing his fingersacross my dress. “I already know I’m going to be all into you and this body. I don’t want nothing breaking our flow.”
I appreciate that. Besides, I don’t know what’s on his mind. Hell, the whole seventh floor is an anything goes floor and we are above it. I can only imagine what goes on there but limits? Mine? What are they?
“You seem like you’ve thought about this. So you go first,” I urge.
“Condoms are a must,” he starts.
“Nonnegotiable,” I reiterate and he nods.
“I love to eat pussy, especially when it tastes like yours,” he continues and I feel that revelation between my legs. “If you don’t love sucking dick, don’t even bother,” he says and I just smirk, the secret of my skills hidden in the curve of my lips. “And this is the most important one. You can’t use your hands,” he says.
“What?” I question.
“No touching me. I do all the touching,” he says.
I take a moment as I try to process his words. Then I ask, “Is that fair to me though?”
“I think it is.” He inches a little closer then leans into my ear. “And trust, you’ll love it. Restricting your hands is going to make everything we do better.”
His deep baritone vibrates against my skin and his breath caresses me as he speaks. While I can’t even imagine not being able to touch his chocolate skin or feel the definition of his fine body I can clearly see, even through his casual black sweatsuit, my curiosity has definitely been piqued.
“How are you going to restrict my hands?” falls off my intrigued lips and a devious smile spreads across his handsome face.
“I’ve got a few thangs—cuffs, scarves, and rope,” he says. My head swivels to face him at the mention of rope. “If you ain’t withany of that, I can skip it, but it’s silk rope, not what you might be thinking.”
