Chapter 5
NYAKO – HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY
“Thank you.” I stood and grabbed my carry-on bag. “Meet you back here at a quarter ’til midnight?”
“Do we have to wait that long?” he asked.
“A girl’s got to get her beauty rest.”
“You’re already beautiful, even without the makeup.”
“You are a smooth talker, Mr. Prather. Just get ready for me.”
He turned his gaze to the attendant, and I walked to the door to wait for her to take me to my suite.
“How much longer before mine will be ready?” he asked.
“Mr. Prather, I’m sorry. There is only one other suite, and I have just been informed that we aren’t going to be able to open it due to extensive water damage.”
“And someone couldn’t tell me that before now?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ve been on vacation, and I’m just returning today. I wasn’t aware of it until a few minutes ago.”
“Damn! I swear I’ve got the shittiest luck today.” He grumbled and threw his hands on top of his head.
“Navy? Would you like to share a suite with me?” I asked, walking closer to them.
Both the attendant and Navy turned their heads and stared at me. Shrugging, I double downed on it. “I mean, I’m sure the accommodations are comfortable enough and sufficient to serve us both.”
He looked back at the attendant, and she nodded, probably hoping that he would go along with it.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I would love to have you.”
“I’ll be a complete gentleman,” he replied and grabbed his bag.
“I would hope not,” I stated as we followed the attendant.
After she unlocked the suite, she spent a few minutes showing us around before she left us alone. The sexual tension filled the air, and I didn’t want to converse any longer. I wanted to handle the business I laid on the table earlier.
“Listen, I can head back outside while you shower if that will make you more comfortable.”
“Honey, I’ve done more than shower around strangers.
I’m good if you are.” I had lived a fast-paced life in the world of fashion and modeling, and I made no apologies or excuses for it.
I wasn’t proud of all that I had done, but I owned it.
Yes, I had tried drugs before. I had multiple sex partners at once, been involved with women a time or two, and even participated in quite a few orgies.
In that world, I was introduced to a lot of dark things, plenty of which I indulged in, and plenty that I turned away from.
When I met JoJo, I was looking for something normal that would help me find my way out of the darkness and back into the light.
I had a hard time forgiving her, not because of her sexuality but because of the lies and manipulation.
The one thing I had always done, no matter what activities I was involved with, was be honest with myself and the participants.
“Definitely am,” he stated, licking his lips.
“Perfect. Make yourself comfortable,” I stated, pointing at the TV in the seating area.
I showered and returned to the bedroom area within twenty minutes. Wearing a short nightie and nothing more, I stepped into the living area where he was watching TV. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand and a banana in the other, odd combination.
“You can shower now if you’d like,” I offered.
He peeled his gaze away from the TV and up to me. I bit back my reaction when he crushed the banana in his hand once his gaze landed on me.
“Sorry. I hope this isn’t offensive. I didn’t have anything else to sleep in.”
His mouth hung open, and I finally chuckled. “You’ve got a little something there,” I teased, rubbing the side of my lips.
He shook his head, closed his mouth, and stood. “My bad. Forgive me if I’m a little starstruck, Nyako.”
“Sweetheart, it ain’t the stars that’s got you struck.”
“You’re damn right about that.”
I headed back inside of the room while he gathered his things. I rested in bed and tried not to think about the rugged man in the bathroom on the other side of my door.
There was no way that he would be sleeping on that couch tonight. Not when there was a bed here that was perfectly capable of holding the two of us. I licked my lips thinking about what I would like to happen.
It had been just over three years since I had been with a man, and I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes dragged up from the book that I was reading to meet his heated gaze. Beads of water coated his beautiful brown skin, and his wet hair shone like the inky black sky above.
“Thought you’d be sleep by now.”
I set the book aside and sat up, dragging the hem of my nightie over my thigh. It had lifted slightly, and I was sure that he could see the curve of my cheeks.
“I tried but couldn’t sleep,” I lied. Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind.
“Are you hungry? We could order something.”
“Not hungry.”
“Thirsty?”
“Maybe.” A smirk covered my lips as I thought about how thirsty I was, but it wasn’t for a beverage at all.
Shaking his head, he took the few strides to bring him to the bed. “Why don’t we skip the teasing banter and get to the heart of the matter? You wanna fuck?”
I rose on my knees, gripped the hem of my nightie, and stared into his eyes. “I thought you would never ask.”
He crawled onto the bed and drew closer to me.
Gripping my hip with one large hand, he stared into my eyes and slowly drew in for a kiss.
I reached up, desperate to seal the space between us with hot flesh.
Before my lips could touch his, he placed a thumb at the hollow of my neck.
Pressing gently there, he continued staring into my eyes as my lips parted, begging him to meet them.
The pressure of his thumb grew a little more intense as he dragged his other hand from my hip and wrapped it around the back of my neck. He squeezed, and his eyes darted from my lips to my eyes and back again before he finally gave me what I needed.
The kiss was slow but demanding, passionate, and hot. Our tongues fought for control, but his won the battle as those fingers pressed deeper into my neck. Navy gently squeezed the air out of me, using his mouth to suck oxygen from within.
Fear did not even enter my mind, only the thought of how sexy this was. My body was a furnace, and his hands roamed all over my chocolate vessel, touching every surface, igniting me, and melting me. It felt like eternity before he finally pushed me onto my back, removing my nightie.
My eager fingers dragged his underwear down over his hips. I reached under my pillow and removed a condom as he kicked his underwear off his legs. He smirked at me, breaking the kiss.
“You were ready.”
“My failsafe protection plan. Never leave home without them,” I replied, handing him the condom that I ripped open.
He sheathed himself before lifting my legs and pulling my thighs apart.
My belly boiled, and my body flushed with fever when he thrust inside of me, lighting me up.
Our combination was explosive, as our bodies writhed and spoke a language that did not require us to know a single thing about each other.
Passion, heat, and desire between strangers was the common language our bodies spoke as he dipped, and I rose to meet him. Every throbbing thrust and powerful prod drove us further to the edge as I clawed at his back, and he nipped at my shoulders.
His erection stroked an unyielding desire within me while soothing the desperate need that had been left in me from an extensive drought. His kisses drew moans from deep within my throat that had me keening and twerking underneath him.
My body welcomed his erotic interruption of my self-imposed sabbatical. I was the kindling, and he was the spark that set my body on fire. The flames of our sexual combination engulfed both of us as he pounded inside of me, pulled out, and flipped me onto my belly.
His hands gripped my ass, and his dick slid across the grooves of my walls. His nuts slapped against me, and my ass cheeks bounced off him. The luxury mattress took a pounding, but it shifted with every bounce, roll, and dip that we made.
When he pushed my face deeper into the pillow, cupped the back of my head, and held my waist firmly in his hand, I cried out, but it was muffled by the satin pillowcase. His dick hummed a familiar tune inside of me, one that my body sang along with.
My pussy fluttered all around him, encasing him in a viselike grip, as I released my waters to drown out the fire that had engulfed us. I soaked him as he groaned his pleasure.
“Yes, girl. Give me all that cum,” he ordered through clenched teeth. He spanked my ass with one hand and gripped the back of my neck with his other.
I loved the possession with which Navy took me. When he finally released his seed, it was with a shuddering orgasm that almost seemed as if he were possessed. When he finished, he lowered his head and kissed the spot just above where the crack of my ass began.
“This body is to be worshiped.”
“Mm, you worshiped very well.” I moaned, looking at the clock. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.”
“When we leave this place, let’s agree to leave this behind. We won’t contact each other at all.”
“Agreed. Unless, of course, we happen to cross paths. What then?”
“We’ll create some new memories.”
“That sounds good, but until then—I think I’d like to do more of you.”
I turned over onto my back, welcomed him into my arms, and replied, “I’d like that very much.”