Dick Infatuation #2
“Start with Floral Dress. Pixie cut, shy smile, no earrings. Over on the other side of the DJ table. She walked by like three times since you came over here. Looks a little shy, but she can’t stop staring.”
Smoothing a hand over her dress, Gemma asked, “What if she’s looking at you?”
“I’m not getting that vibe.”
“I look okay?”
I raised a brow. “I told you . . . that ass is ass-ing.”
She cracked up. “Boy, stop.” She turned to walk away. “Handle your business,” she shouted as she neared the other side of the ballroom.
When she made it to Floral Dress’s table, Gemma slid in beside her. I smiled to myself. Gemma had been through a lot, losing both parents before she graduated from college. She deserved happiness and I hoped she would find it someday.
Seconds later, I approached the bar, ordered a bourbon, and glanced at Rissa. Before the bartender walked away, I said, “Get her another.”
A smirk formed on Rissa’s full lips. “I was wondering when you would come over here, Baby Boy.”
Let’s be real, my nickname was irritating as fuck. But hearing her calling me that hit different. “Just admiring the view.”
Rissa arched a brow. “Stepping your game up, huh?”
I leaned in. “If I said yes, would you let me take you out?”
“Out where?”
“Wherever you want me to take you.”
She let out a cute yet sexy as fuck giggle. “I’m flattered.”
“I’m serious.”
“Boy, you were still drinking out of a sippy cup when I went to my first school dance. Besides, Paityn would kill me.”
“Tyn is about to disappear with Bishop.”
Rissa glanced over her shoulder, just as my sister gathered her purse and motioned for Bishop to follow her out of the ballroom. Turning to me, she laughed. “My friend is a lil’ freak.”
“She does create sex toys for a living.”
“Point taken.”
When the bartender returned with our drinks, I tipped him and waited until he made his way down to the other side of the bar before I turned my attention back to Rissa. “I heard about Rick.”
Rissa traced the rim of her glass with her finger. “Yeah, I figured. You’re not the disrespectful, hit-on-a-married-woman type.”
“Glad you know that.”
Meeting my eyes, she changed the subject. “How many weddings have we been to in the past year?”
“I don’t know.” I lifted one shoulder. “Four or five. Why weren’t you in the wedding?”
“Rough time. Demi took pity on me and told me she would be good if I just showed up.”
“I’m sorry.”
She waved a hand at me. “You don’t have to apologize. I made the decisions I made. Now I have to live with them.”
“Words to live by.”
“What you know about that?” she asked skeptically.
“A lot.”
She took a sip of her drink and gave me a sidelong glance. “What are you really trying to do, Asa?”
“I’m trying to fuck you into next week, if you let me.”
“Damn,” she whispered.
“Listen, I know how to get what I want and I know how to make sure you get what you want.”
Another smirk formed on her lips. “You think so?”
“I can do lil’ one-two, three-four.”
She threw her head back with laughter. “You’re funny.” She searched my eyes. “But I like a good lil’ one-two, three-four.”
“Then, say the word.”
Silence, then . . . “The real question is, are you discreet?”
“Absolutely.”
She finished her drink. “6514. My room number. Give me twenty minutes.”
“In twenty minutes, you could have already come on my face.”
Rissa leaned back, eyeing me curiously. “Shit, Asa. Maybe I should be scared of you.”
My gaze dropped to her mouth. “Don’t be too scared.”
She shook her head. “Nah.” She leaned in and whispered, “I actually want to see what you’re working with. If I like it, I might keep you for a little bit, show you some things.”
I stood to my full height, slyly brushing my palm over her hand. “I would tell you to be ready . . .” I scanned the immediate area to make sure there was no one close to us before I leaned in. “But I suspect you’re already wet for me.”
The soft hitch of her breath confirmed what I already knew to be true.
“Five minutes,” I murmured.
Without another word, she sauntered away. She glanced at me again before she disappeared. My gaze caught Gemma’s wide eyes across the room. She mouthed something to me, but I was already planning my seduction.
Because if Rissa wanted to play, I was ready to win.
Room 6514.
Before I could knock, Rissa swung the door open and beckoned me inside with her forefinger.
I pulled her flush against me, groaning when she dug her fingers into my hair and kissed me. Hard.
Her lips against mine, the sound of her soft moans, the feel of her body pressed to mine . . . Shit. It was everything I imagined but somehow nothing like I expected.
She felt good. So damn good it felt like I was crawling out of my skin, setting up an encampment around her. And I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. I wanted to worship her, but first . . .
I turned her around and hiked her dress up. When my fingers grazed her pussy—her wet pussy—I groaned. Damn, she was so warm.
“Asa,” she breathed as I pressed my finger against her clit.
“Shhh,” I commanded. “Hold still.”
I started slow at first, easing her legs apart and sinking one finger, then two inside her.
“Three minutes,” I whispered against her neck.
I would’ve said one, but I wanted to drag this out a little more, take my time.
Her head fell back against my chest as I continued, moving in and out leisurely. She was so damn wet and my dick was ready for more. That muthafucka wanted to skip ahead to the good part.
Not yet though. Not until she came on my fingers, then against my tongue.
Her body trembled as I picked up the pace, thrusting my fingers deeper.
Harder. With my free hand, I slid a finger over her clit and pinched it.
I could smell her now, her arousal, and it was downright addictive.
My new favorite scent. I wanted to bottle it, save it for my use only.
So I could always remember how it felt to finally be with her.
Rissa shifted her hips against me, rubbing her ass against my erection, taunting my dick with her movements.
Shit.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my body not to race ahead. Not now.
Adding more pressure, I whispered, “Did I say you could move?”
“Fuck,” she grunted.
“Soon,” I promised.
I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, signaling she was close, that she was on the edge.
And when she collapsed against me, riding my fingers through her orgasm like I hoped she would ride my dick later, I sucked in a deep breath.
Because it was beautiful, she was beautiful.
Watching her come for me, hearing her whisper my name, feeling her giving over control to me.
I wanted it only for me.
I wanted her with me only.