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She swallowed hard before giving me a sultry smile. “Right. I’ll be seeing you later, Emory.”
After she left, I got up, feeling much lighter as I fixed myself another drink and headed out toward the pool. I spotted Eb and Flo all hugged up in the water, Jane and Nigel not too far from them, but Janiah and Eriq must’ve left because they were nowhere in sight. I was kinda over the pool scene for now, so I caught Floyd’s eye from where I stood and gave him a quick salute to indicate I was taking off. We had a few hours before I had to meet them in the lobby for the car service to dinner at Top of the World at The Strat, so I planned on hitting a few tables before heading up to my room to shower, dress, and make my way back down.
I wasn’t much of a gambler. I liked sure bets in real life, but when in Vegas I indulged a little bit, sticking to simple card games where I don’t have to use too much strategy to come out on top. I played a few rounds of Pai Gow, amassing a few hundred in winnings before I called it and headed upstairs to relax before the night out. I threw on a playoff game and settled onto my bed, instantly feeling the effects of the drinking I’d done earlier in the day and while I was at the Pai Gow table. Knowing Eb would be ready to fry my ass if I was late for dinner, I set a couple alarms on my phone just in case I dozed off and lay back.
Setting those alarms was a good call because that tequila hit me harder than I thought and my ass was knocked when the first alarm went off. I’d rebounded somewhat by the second, dragging myself from the bed straight into the shower, knowing that water would wake me up fully. After that I dressed in my signature all-black from head to toe, sprayed myself with Replica Jazz Club, adjusted the Cuban link around my neck, and headed to the elevator. While waiting for one to arrive, my nose was hit with a fragrance that smelled just like summer. I turned to see Bree stepping in my direction looking like a completely different woman from the one I’d seen just hours ago at the pool.
Her once curly hair now flowed in long waves over one shoulder, bared by the emerald-colored, body-hugging, two-piece skirt set she wore paired with heels that made her already lengthy legs look even longer.
“Goddamn,” I murmured under my breath, unconsciously moving closer.
I saw the exact moment recognition settled in for her.
“Emory… hey,” she uttered in a breathless tone.
“You look… shit , I’m at a loss for words, beautiful.”
Her cheeks reddened slightly as I continued to gawk, slowly circling her body to get the full experience. The ding of the elevator’s arrival interrupted the moment before I could say anything further.
“After you,” I said as the doors opened, shamelessly letting her step in ahead of me because I knew the view of her from behind in this outfit would not disappoint. I bit my lip as she moved forward, hips moving swaying to music of their own creation, a beat that seemed to mirror the thump of need for her that strummed deeply within me. We rode the elevator down in relative silence until it stopped on the fourth floor and a group of rowdy dudes stepped on. I moved closer to Bree, not touching her until I noticed one of them looking a little too hard. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, I rested a hand on Bree’s waist, feeling damn near singed from the heat of my fingers meeting bare skin as I tugged her into me. Her eyes flew toward me immediately, widening briefly in shock before she settled against me with a quick little exhalation of breath.
“My bad, big dog, I ain’t know that was you,” the goofy who thought he was about to shoot his shot said.
I didn’t even acknowledge the comment, instead letting the awkward silence that blanketed the elevator car to linger as we descended to the lobby and they got off before us. I slid my hand from around Bree’s waist to clasp her hand, slowly walking us toward where I saw most of our group gathered. I was actually surprised to see that the guests of honor weren’t down here yet since my sister was typically the most punctual of the bunch. They appeared moments later, however, and we all headed to the Sprinter rented for the night to ride to the restaurant. Eb raised her brows as they passed me and Bree, hands still clasped, but she said nothing, just smirked. I assisted Bree into the van, making sure she was settled into her seat before taking the one across the aisle from her.
Once we arrived at the restaurant, Eb checked in, letting the hostess know we had an addition to our party, the woman frowned then shook her head.
“I’m sorry, miss, but our tables max out at seven… unless you make prior arrangements for a group dining experience.”
“Oh you’ve gotta be shitting me? We don’t mind being a little crowded since this was a last minute situation,” Eb pressed. “There’s absolutely no way you can accommodate us?”
“I’m sorry, miss. The policy is the policy,” the hostess replied sympathetically.
“Can we speak with the manager on duty?” Floyd piped up.
But before the hostess could reply, Bree chimed up, “I’m actually not all that hungry and since it’s my fault y’all are over count, I can just like… hang at the bar until you all are done with dinner. It’s not a biggie. Seriously.”
“Hell nah, that won’t work for me. Excuse me, sweetheart,” I said, stepping closer to the host stand and laying the charm on thick. “Do you think you can possibly find a table for two?”
She checked their computer system to see availability then said to me, “If you don’t mind a brief wait, we just had a two top settle up. We can get that one turned over for you pretty quickly. Can you give me a name for the table?”
“Bet, ’preciate you. The name’s Emory,” I said before turning back to my crew. “The rest of the group can take our already established table. Me and Bree will catch up with y’all when it’s time to leave, that cool?”
“Perfect,” Floyd replied before anyone else had the chance to speak. “Good looks, bro.”
I stepped closer to Bree, keeping my voice level when I asked, “That’s cool with you, right?”
She lowered her gaze briefly, offering a soft nod before verbalizing, “As long as it’s cool with you? I don’t wanna separate you from your people…”
I waved a hand in their direction as they followed the hostess. “I see those fools all the time. Dinner with the company of a beautiful woman is far more appealing than sitting around with them.”
“You’re laying it on awfully thick, Emory,” Bree said teasingly.
I drew closer to her space, locking eyes with her when I murmured, “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Bree.”
“Emory, party of two,” I heard called from over my shoulder.
Draping my arm around her waist, I moved Bree in the direction of the host stand so we could follow the hostess to our table. Once we were seated, after I pulled her chair out and made sure she was settled, our server approached, taking drink orders. Bree ordered sparkling water with lime and I ordered a glass of red wine, already knowing it would pair well with the steak I intended on ordering.
“So Eb mentioned that you were Lily’s dance instructor, how long you been doing that?” I asked once the waiter scuttered away.
“All my life it seems,” Bree responded with a giggle as she perused the menu. “My mother had me in her dance class as soon as I was able to walk steadily on two feet and that world has been my constant companion since. It’s the family business.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
She nodded, a bright smile taking over her face. “Mama inherited it from her mama who inherited it from her mama who inherited…well you get the gist without me traveling far back through time. Soon enough, it’ll be mine to pass down to any children I may have.”
We were briefly interrupted by the server’s reappearance with our drinks and to take our orders.
“You know what you want?” I asked Bree and she nodded in response before giving the server her order and I followed with mine, then quickly picked the conversation back up.
“Oh that’s dope. What kind of dance do you teach?”
“All kinds, jazz, ballet, tap, modern, African, hip-hop, we do it all,” Bree bragged, dusting her shoulders off.
“We?”
“I have a staff of about ten and we conduct classes for children as young as three and adults have no upper age limit. I am in the classroom a lot less since I’ve been shadowing my mother to see how the business side of things is run, but I do teach a few advanced level courses at each age level. Your niece is one of my favorites, that baby has got it . Like, that indescribable thing that makes people soar. I think she can go really far with dance if she sticks to it.”
“Damn and here I was dreading having to go to a recital and lie to her about how well she did,” I cracked, making Bree laugh.
“You’ve never seen her dance before?”
I shook my head. “Nah, they lived in DC for most of their childhood and I wasn’t exactly traveling there for every little thing my nieces did at the time, so outside of seeing her and the other lil cousins doing that TikTok shit at family gatherings, not really. But enough about Lily, I wanna hear more about you. I know you said dance was the family business, but is that your passion?”
Her eyes sparkled brightly as she nodded vigorously. “Oh yeah, Mama always said she knew I would be the one to carry on the family legacy from the way I moved in her belly at the sound of music before I was even born. Let her tell it, I came out of the womb with a perfect arabesque,” she said with a chuckle. “But I cannot imagine my life without dance being at its center. There’s just something so grounding about being in that groove, becoming one with the music and allowing it to dictate the course my body takes. I get so lost in it sometimes I hate to come out.”
“Shiiiid, the way you talkin’, I can’t wait to see what you’re working with at Drai’s later,” I drawled, unconsciously licking my lower lip.
Her eyes tracked the movement as her chest rose and fell a little before she snatched her glass up and took a long sip of her water.
“I might show you a lil something, if you can keep up,” Bree said breathily.
Conversation flowed easily between us for the rest of the meal and before I knew it, the time for us to settle up had come upon us. Looking across the restaurant, I saw the rest of the crew had finished their meal and when I made eye contact with Floyd he gave me the nod that let me know they were ready to roll out. I flagged our server down for the bill but he informed us it had already been taken care of. I had a few bills in my wallet from my earlier winnings and I threw a few twenties on the table before standing, assisting Bree from her chair, and leading her back to the group so we could exit.
Like earlier, I maintained our connection, fingers threaded through hers as we exited into the night.
“Damn Em, the girl ain’t gon’ go nowhere if you let her hand go,” Jane teased as we got into the Sprinter to Drai’s.
“Chill on me, Doe,” I quipped back, chuckling along with everyone else.
The club was already lit when we entered, music blaring from the speakers, partygoers going in on the dancefloor as we were led to our section that wasn’t far from the main action where the night’s DJ was set up. It didn’t take us long to get right to it, cracking the awaiting bottles and drinking to our heart’s content. I kept noticing Bree looking toward the dancefloor as she conversed with my sister and them, so I took it upon myself to snag her glass from her hand and lead her onto the dancefloor, eager to feel her body against mine.
Watching Bree dance was like watching unbridled release. The music seemed to be an extension of her body as she moved—head swaying, hips winding, each movement making my already hard dick even more hard as she shifted against me. I was trying my best to keep up, hands on her waist as she backed into me insistently, giving me a sneaky little grin over her shoulder. I didn’t know what had me more gone at this point, the liquor or Bree. When the DJ slowed the music down a bit, Bree turned in my arms, looping her arms around the back of my neck and pulling my head down so she could speak directly into my ear.
“What happens here stays here, right?” she crooned before pulling back and pressing her lips against mine, tentatively, almost timidly.
That was all I needed to haul her closer to me, my hands landing on her ass and squeezing as I deepened the contact, sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, seeking entry she granted almost immediately. Pulling back from the kiss and looking into her eyes, I saw that she was on the type of time I was on. To be certain however, I leaned to speak directly into her ear.
“You ready to get outta here and into somethin’ else?”
Instead of verbally responding, she grabbed my hand, leading me off the dancefloor. I assumed we were heading out of the club altogether, but instead she dragged me toward the section. None of our party was present, I’d seen most of them on the dancefloor we left behind, but Bree was quick with her movement. Pouring two very generous shots of tequila, then passing one off to me before she yelled, “To what happens here…” and threw her head back to take the shot. I quickly mimicked the action, downing mine in a singular gulp before I swooped her up bridal style, carrying her from the club toward the elevator bank.
We were lucky in the fact that as soon as I walked up with her in my arms an elevator opened with a group of folks stepping off. I wasted no time getting us in and the doors behind us, then slowly letting Bree down to her feet but crowding her space, burying my face into her neck as I placed lingering kisses there.
“Your room or mine?” I muttered as she angled her head further, encouraging the kisses that had now turned to little sucks and nibbles of her skin.
“Mmmmm, yours,” she moaned as her knees buckled slightly when my teeth sank into one spot in particular on her neck.
With one hand in her hair, keeping her head tilted exactly how I wanted it, sucking that spot again, needing to hear her moan once more, I ran my other hand along the waistband of her skirt, dipping beneath the rim of her panties. I could smell her arousal and needed to know if she was as wet as my mouth was as it watered from the aroma. My fingers found what they were in search of as Bree released another sensual moan. I sank two fingers into her, curved them upward, and murmured into her neck, “Keep that same energy when I ask who this belongs to later.”
Any response she could have given was truncated when I placed my mouth over hers once more, kissing her breathless until the ding signaled that we were at our floor. I wasted no time getting us off the elevator and into my room, backing Bree onto the king size bed that anchored my space, carefully removing each piece of clothing she wore until she lay splayed before me, beautifully nude.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I stepped back from the bed, keeping my gaze laser focused on her as I removed my own clothing, thanking God I’d kept a few condoms in my wallet just in case. Snagging them from their hiding place I tossed toward the bed aimlessly with one hand, using the other to drag Bree to the end of the bed by an ankle. She gazed down her body at me with lowered lids, the tipsiness from the drinks evident in her face, but not in her voice when she uttered, “You just gonna stare at me all night or are you gonna get into somethin’ else?”
“You need me to put something in that smart mouth while I take my time enjoying you?” I murmured as I brought my mouth to hers, lapping my tongue inside before she had time to take her next breath. She moaned into the kiss as my hands found her titties, pleasantly surprised by the dainty gold hoops adorning each nipple. I flicked them with my thumbs before pinching each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, the pressure sending pleasure through her body as she squirmed beneath me and her nails dug into my shoulders. She tore her mouth from mine when the pleasure was too much, letting out a torrid, “Fuck me.”
“In due time, gorgeous,” I grunted, now kissing my way down her neck and collarbone, eager to feel the hard buds I’d teased to life on my tongue. Circling each aureole slowly until I made my way to the nipple, I went back and forth between her titties, nipping, nibbling, and sucking, determined to garner as many of those breathy little sighs and moans that fell from Bree’s lips as I could. To me her body was my own personal smorgasbord, a delectable delight that I simply couldn’t get enough of as I ran my tongue along her skin, my hands parting her thighs and her heavenly aroma wafting into my nostrils.
“Fuck, you smell divine,” I muttered, nosing her clit, sending a slow stream of breath across the sensitive flesh. “Bet you taste even better.”
And I was fucking right. hit of Bree’s nectar on my taste buds and I knew all of that “what happens here” shit was going out the window. She bucked and squirmed beneath me as I ate my fill, darting my tongue between her folds, getting sloppy with it, needing to imbibe as much of her as I could. She placed a hand atop my head, “Em…I…oooooh shit,” she screamed as her thighs quaked before snapping around my ears, the grip of them and her hands on my head both keeping me hostage as she completely let go, flooding me to the point of damn near drowning. I couldn’t go out like this, needing to feel the warmth of her gushy pussy around me. I maneuvered quickly, sheathing myself then sliding into her saturated depths.
“Fuuuuuuuck, you feel amazing, Bree,” I muttered, bottoming out in her pussy, the snug fit damn near making my knees buckle. I pulled back slowly, then slammed in ferociously, hitting her with fast, deep strokes that had her holding onto her titties for grounding and screaming for me to never stop fucking her like this.
That certainly would not be a problem for me because Bree’s pussy had me ready to go downstairs in that fancy jewelry store and buy the biggest rock they had available. And when she got into it, meeting my thrusts with the lift and roll of her hips, she had me ’bout ready to bust. Unwilling to be outdone, I quickly shifted our positions, pulling out and turning her over, placing her on all fours with the upper half of her body on the bed creating the perfect arch as I slid back into her invitingly snug pussy, slowly thrusting my hips into her ass, sending my dick as far into her as it could go.
Amateur move because the sight of her throwing her ass back at me, almost had me right back in the same predicament I’d been before. But I’d be damned if I came without getting another one from her first. I kept one hand steadied on her left hip, snaking the other up her stomach, over her chest, to settle at the base of her throat in a light hold as I pulled her torso from the bed to meet mine. Hitting her with quicker strokes now, I relished in every gasp and moan from her before putting my mouth in line with her ear and asking, “Whose pussy is this?”
And just like in the elevator, Bree released another of those sultry moans before she replied, “Mmmmm, yours.” That was all I needed to lose my self-control, the hand around her throat slightly tightening as I drove into her more powerfully now. The tell-tale signs that she was on the precipice of cumming were nigh—her panting breaths, the way her pussy leaked uncontrollably, saturating us both, her hands gripping my thighs tightly, the word please soon becoming the only one in her vocabulary until she finally vaulted over the edge, screaming in ecstasy as another flood drowned my dick, her pussy clasping around me, drawing out my nut before I could control it.
Both of us collapsed forward onto the bed, my weight briefly resting on her until I found the strength to roll off, knowing I needed to dispose of the condom eventually. Light snoring emanated from Bree as I finally sat up and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I regained my strength to get up, dispose of the condom, then ran a washcloth under warm water with some soap so I could clean her up before sliding into bed alongside her.
I didn’t know how much time had passed before I was being awakened by soft laps of Bree’s tongue against the head of my dick, but once she realized I was fully conscious, she wasted no time taking me into her mouth, fully engulfing my dick. My hips rose from the bed as I tangled my fingers in her mussed curls, unable to help myself from stroking up into her mouth. She took it like a champ, sucking me to completion before I turned her every which way but loose for the rest of the night. Once we’d finally exhausted our bodies—and my condom stash—the sun was rising in the distance as we drifted to sleep. The last thought I remembered having was to make sure I got her contact info for when we were back home, but when I awakened later that morning, I was alone.