CHAPTER 27
The ride back to the resort was quiet, but to Jackie’s relief, Antonio didn’t complain. He simply positioned his shoulder so that Jackie could rest. She wasn’t sure why she always found herself with her head resting on Antonio’s shoulder. This was becoming their thing, a comfortable routine.
Between the uneven streets outside the restaurant and the long walk from the front entrance of the resort, Jackie’s dogs were barking.
The sharp pain in her pinky toe sobered her right up.
She probably should have picked a more sensible shoe, butsensible was a word that most of Jackie’s shoe collection didn’t exemplify.
She could walk in heels with the best of them.
If pressed, she could probably run in them.
And tonight, she had danced in these heels, looking up into the deep brown eyes of a very tall, beautiful specimen of a man.
In the lobby, they were intercepted by Graciela. It was well after two in the morning. Did the woman ever sleep?
“Off the premises after-hours, Senor Steele? Senora Miles?” She scowled, her bangles rattling against her tablet. “Our resort has all the amenities for your healthy enjoyment. What could we possibly be lacking here?”
“Meat,” Antonio said. He and Jackie looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Graciela shook her head and walked past them, muttering under her breath. Jackie was pretty sure she heard “puta,” one of the few words she understood in Spanish.
“C’mon, Lucky.” Antonio extended his hand, and Jackie hesitated only slightly before she took it.
When they finally made it to the porch outside their villa, Jackie could go no further.
Antonio opened the door with the key card. “After you, ma.”
Jackie shook her head and pointed to her feet. If she walked another step, she was sure her pinky toe would fall off.
“Deadass? You can’t walk like fifteen more feet?”
Jackie was tough, but her toe throbbed so badly now, it had its own heartbeat.
Antonio sighed. “Fine.”
Before she could object, in one fell swoop, he gathered Jackie into his arms and carried her over the threshold of the villa like a bride on her honeymoon.
She wrapped her arms round his neck and heard him let out a low hum.
He was enjoying this. She kind of was too.
She nuzzled her nose near his neck and inhaled.
He smelled like cologne, cigars, and sweat. It was intoxicating.
Antonio placed her on the massive table in the dining area. She started to sit up, but Antonio placed a gentle hand on her thigh.
“Shh!” he commanded. “I got you.”
Jackie watched as Antonio dropped to his knees.
He lifted her sundress a bit, exposing her shins.
He placed her foot on his chest as he began to untie the gold strap that wound around her ankle.
Jackie smirked. This dude ain’t slick. She’d bet if she felt his dick right now, it would have been hard as concrete. She decided to have a little fun.
She pressed the pointy heel of her shoe hard as she could into Ant’s chest. His fingers stilled. She pressed again and watched as he bit his lip and groaned. God. That was sexy.
Jackie decided to remind Antonio that certain things had to be earned. She pressed her heel again, and Ant gripped her calf.
Antonio sucked in a breath and looked up at Jackie. “Jackie, please. You’re killing me, ma.” He swallowed thickly as he looked down at her toes, then back up at her. “Please, Lucky. Give it to me, please.”
Jackie tilted her head as she looked at this fine-as-hell, massive man on his knees before her, begging to let him just touch her feet. She wasn’t one to get off on power play, but this was…delicious. This was scratching her inner dominatrix fix.
Jackie eased the pressure off of Ant’s chest, and he exhaled slowly. She leaned back on the table, lifting her leg higher, placing her foot right in front of his face. She wiggled her toes, coaxing him to proceed.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Antonio asked, biting his lip.
Yeah, Jackie was getting off on this. If he’d checked the seat of her thong, his assumption would have been proven correct.
Antonio slowly untied one gold strap and removed her left shoe. He massaged her sore calf, moving down to get at her slightly swollen ankle. When his large, skillful hands got to her sore arches, Jackie let out a breathy moan. He was so good at foot massages. My god…
“You like that?” Antonio asked as he expertly moved his hands from her arches to the balls of her feet.
She hadn’t realized she’d had her eyes closed until she opened them and saw Antonio looking right at her. He was enjoying her reactions to his touch, but something told Jackie that he wanted more. Needed more.
Antonio moved to the right foot, and Jackie repeated her motions, pressing her heel into his chest. “Fuck, Lucky,” Antonio moaned.
He had to pause to palm his erection, adjusting himself before his fingers moved to untie the final straps.
Once he had her foot unencumbered, Antonio repeated the massage ritual.
“Is this good for you?” Antonio asked as his eyes focused on the movement of his hands.
When he pressed his thumbs in the space between her toes and balls of her feet, Jackie thought she’d experienced the Holy Ghost. The man must have studied reflexology as part of this kink, because he was truly gifted.
“Sssss….” Jackie hissed, before biting her lip. If she came right then and there, she honestly wouldn’t feel embarrassed.
“Imma take that as a yes, then,” Antonio smirked, applying steady pressure to the spot that hurt the most.
Lord, his fingers felt so good. The perfect amount of pressure.
Jackie swallowed, composing herself enough to have a little more fun.
Slowly, she moved her other foot up Antonio’s chest, her toes feeling the bit of exposed flesh of his chest. When she got to the bottom of his chin, he paused his rubbing.
Jackie could see his breath hitch. She just knew her toe right under his lip was making his pulse race and his dick ache.
“Lucky,” Antonio breathed out. “Don’t tease me like that.”
Jackie was not a tease. She always gave good boys their treats.
She moved her foot, resting her big toe right on his bottom lip.
Antonio closed his eyes, and Jackie could feel the warmth of his breath on her feet.
Other than his breathing, he was still, his hands now obediently at his sides.
It was as if he was waiting for his next set of instructions.
It sent a chill up her spine and started a steady thump in her coochie.
Jackie tapped her toe on his bottom lip.
His thick, pink tongue darted out, slowly licking the underside of her big toe.
The action sent electricity from that spot all the way to the juncture of her thighs.
Jackie scooted down near the edge of the table to give herself more leverage as she slowly pushed her foot forward.
That was all the signal Antonio needed to wrap his full lips fully around her toes, sucking, moaning, and cursing himself into ecstasy.
“Hmm. Shit. Pretty. Fucking. Toes,” he said, punctuating each pause with an alternating lick or suck.
The man was in heaven, and it turned Jackie on to be the person who sent him there.
But heaven wasn’t good enough for Jackie.
She wanted to put the man in a state of nirvana that even Alma y Tierra couldn’t provide.
Jackie ran her other foot up and down Antonio’s chest, snaking inside his shirt to feel his bare chest. She ran it down his chest, over his brand. With every stroke, she felt his chest rise and fall.
Antonio released her toes from his mouth and moved on to the other foot. Emboldened, he lifted her foot and licked from the heel to the top of her big toe, then snaked his tongue up the top of her foot. When Antonio got to her ankle, he sucked, then bit ever so slightly.
Jackie’s nipples tightened under her dress, and her thong stuck to her skin.
It had been a minute since she’d been this aroused from nonpenetrative foreplay.
Jackie had been with plenty of men and women who had their own kinks, but not like this.
Sure, this was pretty low on the scale of freaky things she’d let a partner do to and with her.
She’d never thought of her feet turning anyone on.
She’d never gotten this level of excitement from letting a person worship the most mundane part of her.
It was never too late to appreciate new thrills.
Antonio leaned back and unbuttoned his shirt.
Jackie watched as he peeled out of it slowly, seeming to make a show out of it.
She could appreciate a good, slow striptease.
Especially from a thick, fine man like Ant.
A simple gold chain lay against his chest, his dark mahogany muscles flexing with each movement.
“You know,” Antonio began as he kissed his way up Jackie’s leg, “I told you earlier that I’d love to see your fine ass on this table.”
Jackie looked at Antonio, her brow raised. She loved that he was a man of his word.
Antonio gave Jackie a long, slow lick along her inner thigh. “I’m about to eat your pussy like a mango. And you better have my face just as sticky and wet. Otherwise, Imma just have to start all over until you wet up my face….”
The way Antonio said it sounded like a threat, a promise, and a scripture all at once. Her clit tingled like it was getting a bat signal. Holy Ghost, Father God, help me, Jackie said to herself. She might not survive this, but dying by cunnilingus wasn’t such a bad way to go out.
Antonio pulled Jackie further toward him on the table until her pussy was directly in his line of sight.
“Pull your dress up, Lucky,” he said roughly.