Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Ollin watched me as I readied myself for the final day of Flirty Flings BookCon.
I made sure to stay naked until the last minute just so his eyes could feast. But I knew the girls would be coming to find me any minute now.
I shimmied on my skirt and pulled on my sports bra. Ollin handed me my shirt.
His fingers grazed against mine, and my skin heated. I bit my lip. Maybe we had time for a quicky. Ollin’s mouth quirked into a grin when I pulled his naked body close to me. I brought his hand under my skirt and pushed my underwear to the side. His fingers found my opening at once.
We both groaned at my wet and hungry pussy.
But just as his first thrusts began to make me soar, frantic knocks banged on the hotel door.
Katie called, “Wakie, wakie!”
“We’ve got coffee,” Yazmine added.
I disregarded them. I grinded against Ollin. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.”
“Where’s the keycard she gave you?” I heard Yazmine say to Katie.
Dammit.
Ollin pulled out his fingers.
“No,” I whined.
He lapped up my juices glistening on his fingers. “I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.”
I pouted. “You promise?”
“I do.”
The card reader chimed, and the lock disengaged.
“Goodnight,” I said, and Ollin’s beautiful body shrunk in seconds. I scooped him from the floor and placed him on the desk just before my girls stormed in.
I whirled around, panting and still slick from Ollin’s ministrations.
“Sorry,” I said. “I must not have heard you. I was . . .” getting finger banged into oblivion. “. . .exercising.” I tugged on my shirt.
Yazmine’s eyes scrutinized me and then my room. The tangled sheets. The pillows flung in odd corners. Autographed books lying open-faced on the floor. She sniffed at the air. Her gaze narrowed before a creeping grin brightened her gorgeous face.
“Are you ready for another great day?” Katie asked. She grabbed the coffee from Yazmine’s grasp and thrust it toward me.
I took it, smiling. I was ready for a great day and an even greater night.
“I am,” I said. “But first, I want to go back to BookCon Carry-On.”
“Oh? How come?” Katie asked.
Yazmine’s attention turned to me. “Yeah. How come?”
I flicked my hair back. “I want to thank that artist for leaving me the warrior.”
Drinking my coffee, I sauntered out of my room. I let my hips shake with each step. Let my shoulders roll back, exposing my wonderfully large breasts so everyone walking by could enjoy the curves of my body.
“Something is different about you,” Yazmine said.
“It’s true. You look like a damn boss,” Katie added.
“I feel like one.” I felt like I could rule the world, and all because Ollin reminded me that I should never dull my shine. Never shy away from doing and saying whatever the fuck I wanted. Because that was what I deserved.
Thanks to my dick-down warrior, I recognized my worth. I was smart, capable, a goddamn queen. I’d never set aside my crown again for any man. But I might spread my legs for him.
“Hurry up, girls,” I said. “I want to see if that artist has any special figurines for you, too.”