7. Nola
7
NOLA
S pending the night with Brad was amazing. I couldn’t believe that I was brazen enough to take him upstairs and sleep with him. He wasn’t going to be a one-night stand, and I think he didn’t want that, either; otherwise he wouldn’t have asked me on a date, would he?
Being with him felt so right. I cuddled into him as he held me in his arms a little while longer, the heat of our bodies underneath the covers warmed me up and made it cozy. I wanted more moments like this with him, but it would have to wait until our date night tomorrow. We needed to get checked out of the hotel in a bit.
After our talk, he fell back asleep. I’m sure he was tired from our long night. I heard light snoring coming form Brad, his body relaxing. It was my opportunity to sneak off and take a shower. I carefully slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower head. I waited until the room steamed up before stepping into the shower. The water flowed down my body, dripping onto the tiled floor. The warmth of the water soothed and relaxed my body, easing the soreness of muscles I hadn’t felt in a while. It was a good soreness, though, one I’d like to feel again in the near future.
Through the glass shower wall, I saw Brad enter the steamy room, his intense gaze raking down my body before our eyes locked.
“You snuck away, baby. The bed got cold,” he said, approaching the shower. “I thought you left.” He frowned.
“You were sleeping so soundly, and I didn’t want to disturb you…but you can clearly see I’m still fully here,” I told him, smiling.
“May I join you?” he asked, smirking.
“Of course, baby,” I said, crooking my finger and gesturing for him to me.
He entered the shower, our hands immediately on each other’s bodies, unable to keep to themselves, traveling all over our wet skin. He wrapped his arms around my waist, our bodies pressed against one another, no ounce of space left between us. I circled my arms around his neck, our lips locked in a hot, passionate kiss. I moaned, the sound vibrating against our lips, my lips parting. His tongue slipped into my mouth, the silkiness of his twisted and curled around mine. Our tongues danced to our own song as soon as they collided.
He released our lips, placing kisses along my jaw to my ear.
“I know I’ve said this so many times, but I think you’re so fucking beautiful, Nola,” he told me, his breath tickling my ear before nipping my ear lobe. His lips grazed down my neck.
I moaned as he sucked on my skin, feeling him marking me. His hands traveled to my breasts, cupping and massaging them. I gasped as he captured one of my tits, pulling my nipple into his mouth, suckling and licking until it became a sharp peak. He kneaded my other breast with his free hand before switching sides, giving it the same attention with his mouth.
“Oh, Brad,” I breathed out, my hands running through his dark hair.
He pulled back slowly, then leaned in, crushing his lips on mine once again in a searing kiss that left me breathless. My hands slid down his slick arms, feeling the swells and dips of his muscles. Then I moved to his abs as he flexed them. My fingers followed the grooves of his six-pack, traveling down until I reached his erection, stroking his long, thick cock.
A low groan rumbled in his chest, his hand lowering to my sex, his fingers sliding along my slit. He stroked my sex, finding my clit and rubbing circles, pleasure surging in my core. My hands worked his cock in the same rhythm of him playing with my pussy, parting my legs wide enough for his finger to slid inside me.
I leaned back against the tiled shower wall, soft panting escaping my lips.
“Please,” I begged, needing more from him.
“What do you want, princess?” he groaned.
“Your cock…inside me,” I panted as he added another finger into my pussy, sliding in and out, stretching me out.
He pulled his fingers out, hooked his arm under my knee, and lifted one of my legs up, spreading me open. I held onto his shoulders as he lined up his cock at my entrance, then he punched forward, sliding in deep inside me.
“Fuuuck,” he growled. “Your pussy’s so tight.”
My breath hitched, my pussy feeling so full as it adjusted to his size.
Brad retreated then drove back in, grunting as he thrusted in and out.
“Harder, baby,” I whimpered. “Faster.”
He didn’t hesitate to comply with my request, moving at piston speed, the sounds of our skin slapping and moans echoed in the steamed room. My pussy tightened around his length, my walls pulsating, pleasure building inside me at the cusp of tipping over the edge. My core tingled as I grew closer to my climax and got ready to explode.
My moans were getting louder and my core tingled before I clamped down on his cock, pleasure ripping through my body wave after wave. I cried out, my body jerking with my release, gripping onto Brad’s shoulder to keep me from falling.
Brad continued to thrust, chasing his orgasm as I rode out mine. His groans and grunts were frequent and increasing louder. He rotated his hips, getting deeper and hitting a different spot that felt just as good.
“I’m coming,” he growled, then slammed into me one last time, filling me with his seed.
His cum mixed with mine, our breathing came out in short pants as we tried to catch our breaths. He pulled out, our cum dripping slowly escaping my pussy and dripping down my inner thighs.
“You’re incredible, Nola,” he said, gathering me in his arms and kissing the top of my head.
“So are you, Brad,” I said, nuzzling into his body.
We washed each other’s bodies from head to toe before finishing up and getting ready to leave the hotel.
“I’ll call you later about our date tomorrow,” Brad said.
“Okay, I can’t wait to see you again,” I told him.
“Me too, princess.”
He gave me a chaste kiss to my lips then we parted ways.
I quickly left the clinic after my shift was over, excited to see Brad in a couple of hours for our first official date. He told me last night that we’d be going to a seafood restaurant near Fisherman’s Wharf. I arrived home, going straight to my bedroom and searched for something to wear. I wanted to look nice, but not overly dressed. The nights in San Francisco were chilly and foggy.
After rummaging through my closet, I decided to wear black, skinny pants that hugged my curves, a cream-colored off-the-shoulder sweater, and nude-colored, patent leather high heels. I took a quick shower, pulled my hair in a sleek ponytail, and kept my makeup fresh and simple. I swiped a rose-colored lipgloss then puckered my lips. My phone chimed, notifying me of a text message.
I grabbed my phone and glanced at the screen, a smile crept on my lips.
brAD
Hi, baby, I’ll be there in five minutes to pick you up. Can’t wait to see you!
My thumbs tapped on the screen, writing out my message.
NOLA
Okay, baby. See you soon! xo
I finished getting ready, giving myself a once over in the mirror right as the doorbell rang. I grabbed a coat and my purse before heading to the front door. Opening the door, I gazed at the sexy man standing in front of me, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering.
Brad took a step forward, snaking his arms around my waist.
“Hi,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.
“Hi,” I said breathily.
He leaned in and placed a sensual kiss on my lips, then slowly pulled away, the feel of his lips still lingering on mine.
“You look gorgeous,” he complimented, his dark eyes sparkling.
“Thank you.” My cheeks warmed, blushing. “You look handsome yourself.”
And he did. He was wearing dark denim pants, an olive-colored merino sweater, and leather jacket. His hair was styled a bit messy on top and beard trimmed short.
“Thank you, princess. Let’s get going. I don’t want us to be late for our reservation,” he said, then assisted me with my coat, took my hand, and led us to his car.
After a short drive, we arrived at the restaurant that overlooked the San Francisco Bay. Tonight, the sky was clear even though it was still chilly outside. Brad was a total gentleman, pulling out the chair for me and making sure I was happy with the choice of restaurant before we ordered.
“How was work today?” he asked.
“It was good. I was busy as always. I had back-to-back patients, but it definitely made my day go by faster. How was your day?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.
“It was good. I’m working on a new project for a bio-tech company right now, developing a new program to help with their research on the newest drugs on the market.”
I watched and listened to him intently, finding what he does interesting.
“Sounds complicated,” I said.
“It’s a lot of trial and error, but I enjoy it.” He chuckled. “I couldn’t wait for our date tonight.” He flashed a wide smile, his face brightening.
“Me too,” I said, grinning.
We continued to chat about our day, then talked about our college experience.
I noticed a familiar man and woman staring from afar before walking toward us. It was my sister and brother-in-law. My lips curved to a warm smile, not wanting to let some of the resentment I had toward my sister affect my date night with Brad.
“Hey, Nola. I thought that was you,” my brother-in-law, Kuya Dylan, said, grinning.
I stood up, giving him a hug before giving one to my sister.
“Kuya Dylan, Ate Christina. We missed you at the cocktail party. How was your trip?” I asked.
“It was fun,” my sister said, rubbing her swollen belly. She was six months pregnant with their first child. I couldn’t help but notice her eyes being shifty, looking at Brad several times.
“Brad,” I said. “This is my older sister, Christina, and her husband, Dylan.”
Brad got up and hooked his arm around my waist as he stood next to me, giving them a friendly smile before he shook hands with Dylan then with Christina, greeting them.
Christina’s body tensed, a crooked, awkward smile across her face. I watched her demeanor change as soon as she met Brad.
“Mom told me that you had a boyfriend and they finally met Brad at the cocktail party. They said you made a good impression on them,” Christina spoke to me and then stared at Brad.
I looked up at him and his head tilted down. His eyes locked with mine as the corners of his lips pulled up, giving me that smile that weakened my knees.
“That’s great to hear. There’s nothing more I want than to make Nola happy, and I hoped they can see how much I care for her,” he said.
I smiled, then turned to my sister and brother-in-law. Kuya Dylan was grinning, but not Ate Christina. She was frowning. Did she not want to see me happy?
“We’re sorry to interrupt your date night,” Kuya Dylan said, then led Ate Christina to their table nearby.
Brad assisted me to my seat again, then rounded the table, sitting down in his. He extended his arm across the table and I placed my hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.
“It was nice to meet them,” he said. “Maybe you can meet my family in the near future. No pressure.”
“That would be nice,” I agreed.
Brad and I drank our cocktails and ate our meals, enjoying our conversation. I noticed Ate Christina glancing over at our table throughout dinner. I wondered what that was all about. Maybe it was her pregnancy hormones.
I brushed off the prying eyes toward us, focusing on Brad and our date. That’s all that mattered to me.