Page 18 of Risking it All

“Let me taste you, mama,” I mumbled, unable to tear my lips away from her for longer than a second.

“OK,” she said in a shuttered breath.

I wasn’t sure if I was taking that as an answer. In my line of business, I knew better than to bullshit about consent.

“It’s OK if you want me to stop, Iris,” I said, finally looking up into her gorgeous, chocolate eyes.

She raised her hips and pushed her panties under her ass. Since I was such a gentleman, I grabbed the fabric, helping her pull them down as I slid down onto my knees and got between her thighs. My mouth watered as I pushed her dress up to reveal her plump pussy. Moisture saturated her center, showing that my meal was already perfectly seasoned.

I lowered my mouth to her, separating her fat lips with the first swipe of my tongue. She gasped, tensing but relaxing as I slowly licked her swollen bud. I took my time savoring her flavor. No matter how much she writhed and thrashed her head, I kept circling her bud and steadily building the pressure before I gently sucked her clit into my mouth.

Her fingers sank into the back of my head as she rocked her hips against my face. Since she wanted more, I stuck two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, wishing that they were my dick. As I curled my fingers into her, her thighs trembled wildly around my head. Still, I took my time licking and sucking her creamy center.

“Saw, Sawyer, Sawyer.” She whispered my name over and over before her thighs clamped down around my neck and head.

That was one of the things I loved about thick thighs. They were perfect cushions. I could hear her muffled cries as she continued to work her hips against my tongue. I believed in finishing my plate, so I kept licking her, gentler now until she finally pushed my head away. I wiped my mouth, looking up at her.

Her chest rose and fell as she fought to catch her breath. Her eyes were wild as she reached for me, pulling me to her by the collar of my shirt and crashing her lips into mine. She licked her lips, tasting herself, as she pulled away enough to speak.

“Can you come to my suite, or is that off-limits?”

5

Zenia

I wasn’t even sure if Sawyer answered my question before he whisked me up from the couch and led me out of the room back to the elevator.

“What room are you in?” he asked as the elevator doors shut, sealing us inside.

Once we were closed in that elevator, I was torn between my raging hormones, racing thoughts, and his oaky cologne. Sawyer was so big and sexy that it made it hard for me to focus my attention on just one thing. I was used to knowing men were off-limits, so there was no use in staring too long. There were no rules of engagement for me anymore.

In the moment, the only thing that mattered was the huge onyx god with thick brows, broad shoulders, a gold bottom grill, and magically delicious lips. His dark, brown eyes roved over to me from the panel of numbers as he lifted his brows in anticipation. God, he was handsome.

“If you want me to go with you, I need to know where we’re going, mama. I promise it’s cool if you changed your mind. I’m a big boy.”

“Trust me, I can see that,” I said, giggling as I leaned back against the wall to balance myself.

The giggling along with being slightly unsteady on my feet made me aware of just how much I had drunk. I jumped, surprised by the coolness of the elevator walls as they touched my skin. I didn’t realize how hot I was until the metal hit my bare shoulders.

I was a little drunker than I initially thought I was, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. I wanted this. My body buzzed from the mix of martinis and Sawyer making me cum in his mouth in that private lounge. It had been ages since someone else had touched me.

After Miles went away, there was a night guard who I let eat my pussy a few times, years ago. He wanted me to run away with him. I considered it just to get the hell away from my father. That plan fell through before it ever took off when he disappeared a couple of months later. I was sure that it had something to do with my dad.

Tonight wasn’t about my father, Roderick St. Thomas, or that fucking arranged marriage that would never happen. Tonight was about what I wanted, and I wanted Sawyer. I wanted to have him on my terms. It should be up to me how I lost my virginity. Not some panel of perverted men who only cared about sex, money, and control.

“Give me your room number so I can walk you to your room, mama. You’re clearly too intoxicated to make this kind of decision.”

“No,” I said, pushing off the wall and grabbing his shirt in both hands. When I stared up into his intense, dark eyes, he licked his lips, making moisture pool between my thighs all over again. “I want this. I’m tipsy. I might even be drunk, but I want this, Sawyer. I’m aware of what I’m doing. I’ve just never done something like this before. I’m sure all the girls say that, but I’m serious. I’m usually on my best behavior. Tonight, I want to be bad.”

He cupped my face in his huge hands, backing me into the wall again as his lips found mine. The kiss was deeper, more urgent than before. His hands moved down my body, gripping my waist. I swear, if he wanted to, he could have fucked me right in that elevator.

My mind raced with everything that had taken place in the last couple of hours that landed me in that very spot. My decisions were reckless and had nothing to do with why I had come to Cashville in the first place. My initial plan had fallen through. Since there was no way I could get to Reed, I had moved to plan B.

Now I was in an elevator kissing a man I barely knew like it was my last night on Earth. I wasn’t sure if I would change anything besides the fact that he wasn’t already inside me. I needed to know what it was like. If I had a bucket list, fucking a fine-ass man in a luxury hotel elevator needed to be number one.

For once in my life, I wanted to do something on my own. Not because someone else arranged it or because I was waiting on a man to choose me. I wanted to feel desired by someone that I wanted just as bad as they wanted me. Sawyer wanted me. That was evident by the way he pinned my body to the wall with his full frame and devoured my lips. For once, I wanted to decide for myself. The thought of what I was about to do sent a nervous chill through me. When he pulled back and looked down at me, this time, I didn’t hesitate.

“Room 726.” I panted.