Chapter 5
Taleya
Who am I right now? I just let this man finger me and make me cum in a room full of strangers! Is this shit even real? And why the fuck is he so fucking fine and handsome?
My internal screams and thoughts crowd my mind, clogging my ears and drowning out my logic and my common damn sense.
I’m here with him and pretty sure I’m about to let this fine ass man do whatever he wants to my body.
If his fingers are any indication of the pleasure to come, I’m ready as hell.
Besides, it’s Seventh Heaven, As You Wish weekend.
I can pussy pop on a handstand and let him fold me into this sofa and no one will ever know, no one.
This night will be my salacious little secret, so I’m going to make the best of it and have nasty, adult fun.
This suite is unexpectedly nice and perfect for a one night stand.
I knew there were rooms on the top floor but didn’t know they were actual luxury suites like this.
For the next few hours, we have it all: large open living space, small kitchen area and bar, floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the island shore, and a master bedroom.
“Tequila cool?” he asks as he walks back toward me.
“Yes. I like tequila,” I reply and he places the bottle and two glasses on the table in front of me.
“I got OJ, pineapple, cranberry juice, and Coke. What you want?” he asks, still standing.
“Honestly, I was thinking a shot, no chaser.”
“That’s straight with me,” he says, then joins me on the large, leather sofa. When I scoot forward to pour our shots, he stops me. “I got it. You’re my guest,” he says before actually filling both glasses a little less than half full. He grabs his and I grab mine.
“We should say something before we take them,” I say.
“Like what?” he questions.
“I don’t know,” I admit, then laugh a little. I was caught up in his closeness and heavenly scent that any ideas I had for a toast dissipated right after my suggestion. Trying to redeem myself and recover, I quickly come up with, “To a nasty good time together.”
“Bet,” he says.
“No. You have to say it too,” I tell him and he shrugs.
“To a nasty ass good time,” he finally says, then kills his glass as I do the same. “Now, we need to talk,” he says with a hint of seriousness in his tone.
“About what?”
“Shit, limits, preferences, likes, dislikes. Let’s get all this shit out before I get this off you,” he says while brushing his fingers across my dress. “I already know I’m going to be all into you and this body. I don’t want nothing breaking our flow.”
I appreciate that. Besides, I don’t know what’s on his mind. Hell, the whole seventh floor is an anything goes floor and we are above it. I can only imagine what goes on there but limits? Mine? What are they?
“You seem like you’ve thought about this. So you go first,” I urge.
“Condoms are a must,” he starts.
“Nonnegotiable,” I reiterate and he nods.
“I love to eat pussy, especially when it tastes like yours,” he continues and I feel that revelation between my legs.
“If you don’t love sucking dick, don’t even bother,” he says and I just smirk, the secret of my skills hidden in the curve of my lips.
“And this is the most important one. You can’t use your hands,” he says.
“What?” I question.
“No touching me. I do all the touching,” he says.
I take a moment as I try to process his words. Then I ask, “Is that fair to me though?”
“I think it is.” He inches a little closer then leans into my ear. “And trust, you’ll love it. Restricting your hands is going to make everything we do better.”
His deep baritone vibrates against my skin and his breath caresses me as he speaks. While I can’t even imagine not being able to touch his chocolate skin or feel the definition of his fine body I can clearly see, even through his casual black sweatsuit, my curiosity has definitely been piqued.
“How are you going to restrict my hands?” falls off my intrigued lips and a devious smile spreads across his handsome face.
“I’ve got a few thangs—cuffs, scarves, and rope,” he says. My head swivels to face him at the mention of rope. “If you ain’t with any of that, I can skip it, but it’s silk rope, not what you might be thinking.”
“Okay. I mean… I’m really kind of curious.”
“What about you? Any limits? Other concerns? Because shit. Being all up on you like this and smelling your sweet ass scent ’bout to drive a nigga crazy.
I’m ready to eat yo’ pussy,” he says. When he bites the side of his bottom lip then lustfully licks it, I lose my train of thought. It all disappears. Gone.
“Just nothing weird,” I manage to say and a low, deep, sexy ass chuckle flows from him.
“Ain’t shit weird about me, sexy. Stay right here,” he says before lightly pecking my lips.
He eases off the sofa then walks to the bedroom. I can see it from here. The minute he’s out of the living room area, my anxiety, excitement, and hella nervousness cause my hands to quickly pour myself another small shot. It’s in my mouth and down my throat in less than three seconds.
I’m barely back comfortable on the sofa when he walks out with something red in his hands. Once he’s in front of me, he lets the item drop. It looks like a rope and handcuffs had a baby; the ends of the rope are looped.
“Oh. This kind of rope,” I marvel and he nods.
He steps behind the sofa then says, “Lean forward.” I quickly comply, so intrigued by all of this.
Rope, cuffs, and a fine ass man who loves to eat pussy. I’m here for all of this!
He grabs my right arm, pulls it behind me, then places the rope around my wrist. It’s surprisingly soft against my skin.
There’s a slight tug when he tightens it but the softness helps.
My left arm is next then he’s done. I’m cuffed, roped, and too ready.
My clit is already thumping with anticipation.
Luckily, his desire matches my anticipation, because in no time, he’s in front of me between my waiting legs.
He licks his lips again then smiles. His large and mildly rough hands creep up my thighs and a chill vibrates down my back.
In a move I can only describe as stealthy, my panties are off in seconds, his hands are on my ass, and he pulls my pussy toward his face.
After inhaling me loudly, he runs his tongue the length of me and I instinctively try to move my hands.
The jerk and tightening from the rope quickly reminds me I’m restrained.
“Shit,” I trill, from both pleasure and a tinge of excited annoyance.
I can’t touch him. His tongue explores every inch of my pussy and I’m dying to place my hands on his head and hold it right there.
The feeling is beyond incredible and the sound of him groaning as he pleases me is fucking amazing.
With long, slow, intentional strokes of his tongue, he massages my pussy, creating a pool of my juices.
I’m wet as hell and he’s pumping my well.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I moan as I feel something big and explosive brewing in my belly.
I’ve never, and I mean never, have felt this sensation before.
His love for eating pussy is evident. He’s a master and I’m truly appreciative of his…
“Efforts,” I moan, my thoughts infiltrating my lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans and the vibration of his words against my relaxed, pleased, and stimulated pussy sends me.
My hands jerk again. The knowledge of the ropes doesn’t stop my desire to touch him, reach for something, or just move my hands.
The battle between my wants and abilities is frustrating yet exciting.
It heightens every aspect of this moment.
When his lips cover my clit and he starts to tongue kiss and suck it, I fucking lose it.
As he skillfully feasts on me like he’s starving, my body sinks into the sofa, a flash of heat pulsates through my body, and a river flows.
“You’re a squirter,” he marvels in a deep ass tone before actively trying to capture all of my juices with his warm tongue and soft lips. His beautiful pursuit only intensifies the sensations, and seconds later, my entire body quivers, the palms of my hands itch, and my body explodes.
“What the fuck,” I hiss. I’m cumming again this damn fast!