5. Nola
5
NOLA
A sly grin appeared across his face, then we quickly left the ballroom, going back upstairs to my hotel room.
As soon as we entered the bedroom, he pinned me to the wall, crushing his lips on mine in a tongue-tangling kiss, a scorching heat spreading through my body. We kissed with fervor, our hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. He pulled his lips away then kissed along my jaw and down the curve of my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access to suck and nip on my skin where my shoulder met my neck. I’m pretty sure he was marking me, giving me a hickey.
I moaned, sparks running through my nerves as his lips grazed my skin. His hands ran down the curves of my waist and lowered to my ass, squeezing my cheeks. Brad took a step back then scooped me up, lifting me with one arm under my back and the other under my knees, bringing us to the bed.
He set my feet on the floor, both of us standing and staring at one another, a charge in the air between us. The entire night, I wanted to feel more of his lips on mine, wondered how it would be to have his lips and hands all over my naked body. Just as I imagined the first night we met at the bar, his lips felt so good against my skin. He treated me as though I really was his girlfriend, as though we were in a real relationship. It felt all too real. We barely knew each other, just meeting over a week ago, but it feels like we’ve been together for years. He made me feel special and I wished we were in a real relationship.
Earlier, when we kissed in this very room, sparks ignited inside me. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Nola,” he said lowly.
I ran both hands through his hair, my nails scraping along his scalp, gazing into his eyes.
“You’re so sexy, Brad,” I said softly.
Our lips crashed into another heated kiss, our tongues twisting and curling around each other. I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and he tossed it to the floor. He loosened his tie, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt as his hands reached behind me, unzipping my dress. I felt the cool breeze of the air-conditioned room touch the bare skin of my back, a shiver going down my spine and goosebumps appearing down my arms. He shrugged off his dress shirt, my eyes fixated on his sculpted chest and toned arms. Don’t get me started on his abs. I hope I wasn’t drooling as I drank everything in. My eyes focused on the colored ink on his shoulder and upper arm, my fingers tracing the tiger tattoo. So sexy.
Brad pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my bare breasts. My dress slid down my body, pooling around my feet. My nipples hardened as the cool air swept over them, my skin pebbling on my breasts. His eyes lowered to my tits as his tongue darted out and swiped across his lips. Then his gaze snapped up to mine, intense and hungry.
I reached out, grabbing his belt buckle and undoing it. The jingle from the metal filled the air. I undid his fly then pulled his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, his erection springing free and pointing directly at me. He sat on the edge of the bed and I lowered to my knees in front of him, settling between his spread legs. I looked up at him as I wrapped my hands around his hard cock, stroking it up and down it’s silky length. A growl rumbled in his chest as he looked down at me.
A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip and I leaned forward, licking it off. My tongue swirled around the bulb before I licked the underside of his length, following his throbbing vein from base to tip. I lapped around the head of his cock again then wrapped my lips around it. I lowered down his length, taking in as much as I could before I retreated. I lowered back down, getting more into my mouth, gagging when his tip touched the back of my throat. Brad grunted, his hands going through my hair.
“Fuuuck. That’s it, baby,” he groaned.
“Mmm,” I murmured against his cock, the vibration surrounding him, earning another groan from him.
I bobbed my head up and down, keeping a steady rhythm. His hands ran through my hair before fisting my strands.
My hands moved in tandem with my mouth, rubbing my saliva over his shaft. I looked up through my lashes and his eyes fluttered shut as he moaned in pleasure.
I tasted more pre-cum as I continued to give him head, going faster. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, throbbing. He was getting closer to reaching his climax, his breathing increasing.
“You look so sexy with my cock stuffed in your pretty little mouth,” he growled.
I’ve never had anyone talk to me dirty and arousal pooled between my legs. I enjoyed hearing him talk dirty to me. Hopefully this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing between us. If it was, I was going to make sure it was a night to remember for the both of us.
He grunted, his hands guiding me up and down his length at the speed he desired. Then he held my head down as his tip hit the back of my throat, gagging me. He loosened his grip and I lifted, coming up for air, then repeated it again.
“I’m coming,” he groaned, then held my head still as my lips touched his groin, the head of his cock deep in my throat, smelling the musk of him. “I want you to swallow every drop of my cum. Do you understand, sweet girl?”
I murmured my response, unable to form intelligible words or nod with his cock stuffed in my mouth.
His cock jerked in my mouth, spurting rope after rope of cum. A growl left his lips as I swallowed. I lifted off of him, his cock left my lips with a pop, and he assisted me up. I opened my mouth to show him that I swallowed every drop of his release.
“You fucking surprise me, Nola. You’re such a dirty little girl.” Brad smirked.
A sly smile tipped on my lips. I was happy and proud that I was able to please Brad.
“Now lie down, baby. I’m going to take my time and make you moan with my mouth before I make you scream my name with my cock,” he growled.