8. Paramour
Paramour
Willa
T onight is Thirsty Thursday at Paramour. One of Amity's favorite spots to hang because let's just say this place is where us ladies love to hang, where all people are loved, can turn into a complete rager at any given moment, but swanky enough where the elite want in. Amity is convinced the love of her life will show up here one day because the last thing she wants is a cowboy. As much as she loves that life herself, she has seen what that life has done to her own parents from the travel, the booze, the women, the poor-ness, to where her dad can barely move some days. Let alone, Amity plays for both teams. She is hot enough to have any identity lust over her. So us girls are here to support her, and we always enjoy the company.
I have not heard too much from Nash this week since he let me know he was traveling for work. We play five questions daily through texts just to get to know one another more. I’m still unsure of what that man does, and I refuse to google him in fear of what I might find before he can share himself. Which he promises to do on our date on Saturday. Right now, I can tell you his favorite color is ice blue. His favorite place to visit is Portugal, followed by his nickname in high school was the “Real McCoy” as he was the star quarterback. Favorite food is tacos, and my choice drink is scotch. So for a nice distraction, tonight I am letting loose with my ladies because tomorrow is Friday, and it is jeans day. Plus my school has an early release for the basketball championship game that the boys team is playing in.
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NASH
Blake and I find ourselves out at this new club tonight because we have clients in town who requested it. I will be the first to admit I feel slightly out of place as it is not my typical scene. Not because of what it represents, but there is so much going on. Between the drag show downstairs, ladies night, a selfie bar, the drink menu alone has me questioning my choices that got me here. Not to mention, there seems to be a rumored sex corner on top of this rooftop bar. As I eye the area that I see divided off, I can only imagine what is going behind the walls. The clients we are hosting tonight are a bit eccentric and have a very open marriage. All of us brothers have been privy to their flirtatious asks. I am still not sure if Blake has partaken or not because he can be a closed book when he wants, but we all know he has a splendid time with every beautiful person he finds. Plus he knows our rule, we do not mix business with pleasure, with now Willa being that one exception. We are chatting it up as our clients Sarah and Paul keep their eyes out for potential hook-ups, and I am almost convinced they have reached their max on the facial and panty dropper drinks after only an hour.
It finally quiets down a little as it seems they switch over to a DJ as the dance floor opens up. It is at this moment, I hear her laugh. There is no mistake it is Willa. I quickly excuse myself and make my way over to the rooftop bar where I spot the side of her with her friends and several guys, with her hand on one of their shoulders as she laughs. Not that I have any right to be jealous, but I am. I take a few seconds to soak her in, as she is wearing those damn tight ass Wranglers, with her brown and turquoise cowboy boots, topped off with a cream colored crop t-shirt that I can clearly see her black bra through. Her hair is in braids under her hat, all flashed over with her belt buckle. Now I am hard and jealous, fuck . Instead of storming over there, I decide to take my time on getting over there, waiting for the perfect moment to come up behind her.
I whisper in her ear, “Caught red handed cheating already, I see,” before placing my hand on her waist.
Without missing a beat, she says,“Yep. You caught me…” and she turns her head my way and winks. Those damn icy blues bewitch me again. “Toby, I would like to introduce you to Nash, the guy I was telling you about. Nash, this is my good friend, Toby, and his fiancé, Eric. And this hunk over here is Antony, their out of town lover who is in town for the weekend.”
I shake their hands and calm down my jealousy. Well played, Willa, well played. Toby’s mouth is wide-open in recognition of me, and all I can do is shake my head and glare in hope he gets the hint to not say a word. Luckily he does, sending me a wink. Most people here probably know exactly who I am, and I can only hope to distract her enough to not listen to any gossip.
“Well if you want to add to your excitement, I have clients over there on the blue sofa that are very open to fun adventures, especially with those they can take to bed. If that is something you are interested in?”
“Show us the way,” Toby says. We head in that direction, and I lean down to tell Willa, “I only want to take you to my bed.” I think my new favorite thing is making her blush and to feel her skin heat up when I know I have turned her on. Once I make introductions and Blake seems to be making conversation with Amity, I take the time to steal Willa away. I find us a cozy spot in a large red chair in the corner, away from the club's chaos. Taking full advantage of this unexpected time I have with her.
“You look hot as hell tonight. As soon as I spotted you, I thought I was going to have to fight those guys off.”
“Mmmm, jealous, I like that,” she murmurs as she literally boops my nose and giggles. A tale sign she is at least tipsy.
“How many of those have you had tonight?”
“Oh, BDSM. This is like my fifth one. Don’t worry, I have a safeword when I can’t take anymore.”
FUUCKKK! I grunt as I run my hand down my face to not let her see the sinister look in my eyes. “Willa, I am going to need you to stop talking like that, unless you want me to handle you.” Her face lights up, and she flaunts her own sinister grin, as she places her hand on my chest and runs it down my button up shirt and back up again.
“Not saying I am that kind of girl, but for you, Cowboy, you can have me whenever and whatever way you want. Just say when.” Then she brings her hand up to my neck and strokes the back of it with her fingertips.
I let out a low groan. “Willa.”
“Nash,” she whispers back.
“What is your safeword, baby?”
She gives me her biggest grin and leans down to whisper in my ear, “More.”
“More?” I question back, taking a low deep breath.
“With you, it is more , because I don’t need a safeword with you.” She moves her leg to the other side of me, to where she is now straddling me in the chair.
“You sure about that, baby?” I hum as I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, pulling her closer to me so her face is mere inches from mine.
“I am. For whatever reason and barely knowing you, I feel safe with you. And I also know, I would do anything you asked me too without question or concern. So yes, more , please.” I am done as my hands reach through her hair and pull her lips to mine. Her tongue slides over mine, and she tastes like the best drink. Bourbon and cherries that I find perfectly fitting for her. After a few more sucks and bites followed with kisses in between, she pulls back.
“I just want to wrap your braids around my hand to hold you in place while I fuck you from behind.” Her eyes instantly tell me she is more than willing to indulge. “To make you moan and scream my name.”
“Not much of a screamer, Cowboy.”
“You will be by the time I am done with you.” I slide my hand between her legs and against her jeans, then back around to grab her ass, pushing her down on my hard cock. She bends down to kiss me again, and I ravish her lips, down her neck to her clavicle, as she lets another small moan. I pull back to catch her sexy, flushed face looking at me like she could burn me alive. I just might let her. We are a coil of arousal that needs to be unleashed. “I do believe I need to punish you for your little alarm prank.”
Willa hums in my ear, “Please do, Sir. Would it be by belt, whip, or your hand?”
“Jesus, is there somewhere I can take you now?”
“I would hate to mess up this designer suit of yours.”
“Fuck Armani. You are worth it. Worth it all.” I tell her as I hold her face in my hands, making sure she sees the sincerity in my eyes when I say that. At this point, I am not sure how we were ever strangers, because right now, it seems she has been here all along. Against all I have known and the full need to dominate, my inner being is caving. Allowing…more so wanting Willa to be in control. The familiarity of her welcomes the intensity she throws at me, bending my beast to relinquish all control.