by Nikki Wild
After all, she could drink her weight in wine, and New Orleans was a city rich with historical significance and culture. I wondered if there might really be some voodoo out in those swamps, and she was eager to at least check out the world-famous port city.
Now, I’d heard the stories of belligerent Americans and how raucous they could be, but I hadn’t been prepared for the Deep South.It seemed that all there was to do down here was (a) drink, (b) drugs, (c) fuck, and (d) stare at the goddamn television.
And I had to stay away from almost all of those things on this little trip… Lay low, stay out of the news, and come back to the UK a kinder, gentler Lex… The kind of Lex who gets his face on a cereal box instead of a tabloid.
Not that it would surprise anyone if I cocked this up.
“So, are ya gonna buy me a drink, or what?” The blonde beside me drawled, snapping me away from my thoughts. “Ah’ll take a Bloody Mary, thank yew very much.”
Maybe she’d be fun for the night, but getting caught with some slutty college student from the US would be a whole new scandal.
Jess would kill me.
“Yeah, piss off,” I muttered absentmindedly, glancing lazily towards her.
She gasped indignantly, wheeling her hand back to slap me. I took the blow, my cheek wincing with pain. I growled menacingly under my breath as she took a step back.
“You’re an asshole,” She shouted.
“Don’t hit me again,” I retorted.
“Hey! What’s going on here?” Some loudmouthed bucko stepped into view, his lustful eyes glued to this chick. “This guy givin’ you a problem, darlin’?”
“Sure as shit is!” She looked proud of herself.
“Hey, you’re that foreigner, ain’t’cha?”
“Might be,” I replied noncommittally.
“Hey! Fellers! It’s a Brit!” He called out with that stupid fucking voice of his, as if I was some kind of novelty in this area.
Then again, this was New Orleans.
I probably was a novelty here.
I’m too conspicuous, I thought to myself. I need to leave a smaller footprint, maybe stop going to the same bar every night… even if they do make the drinks the way I like ‘em…
There were some murmurings as another fuck got up. He was dressed in a plaid shirt, dusty jeans, and cowboy boots. A ten-gallon hat was perched above his face. As he waddled into view, I could see that over a quarter of the room was quietly watching us now.
Not really the kind of attention I wanted.
“I don’t know how you treat the ladies in your part of the world, pahd’ner, but here in the U, S of A, we treat women with respect,” he told me with some sort of misguided authority over me.
The guy looked to be in his upper forties, sniffling a bushy moustache as he carefully summed me up.
I almost laughed…
But I was supposed to be playing it quiet. Tearing up a bar in New Orleans wouldn’t play well if I wanted that sponsorship back home.
“No offense meant, lady,” I told her, turning to the bartender. “One Bloody Mary for the lady, and a round for the house.”
I cast my eyes back on the girl. “I’m not buying you another drink, but I’m sure one of these strapping young lads would be happy to take my place.”
The first guy looked thrilled at the prospect, and the scene quickly died down. Within moments, the two of them were seated at a spare pair of barstools down the counter, and the pahd’ner was ambling back with his drink at my expense, apparently satisfied.
There were still eyes on me, but I expected that now. I’d started to recognize some faces since frequenting this fine establishment, and no doubt I’d raised some eyebrows. Maybe they didn’t know who I was, but they sure as hell knew I didn’t belong.
“Thanks for not causing a scene,” the bartender murmured quietly enough for only me to hear. “I know you’re still getting acquainted with the local flavor, but Southerners are fiercely patriotic… one syllable off your tongue, and you stick out like a sore thumb here.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I nodded thoughtfully.
“Anyway, this one’s on me,” he grinned, popping the top and dropping a second Newcastle beside the first.
“Cheers, mate.”
I noticed him glance over towards the door and grin knowingly. Since there was nothing better to look at in this place, I glanced over and spotted a trio that I didn’t recognize.
The Japanese chick was returning his smile. She was clad in some hodgepodge blend of biker gear and punk rock attire. Her interesting fashion sense somehow came together cohesively, even if it was a tad much. Who the fuck is she trying to impress?
The scrawny chap with the shaggy curls and the glasses looked mildly uncomfortable. Dressed in a ragged jacket and torn jeans, he looked like a highly functioning vagabond of some sort. When he made eye contact with me he looked even less comfortable, which almost made me grin. Did I just catch a hint of recognition? Maybe I’d finally found the one soccer fan in the whole country. I was hoping I wouldn’t bump into too many of those here…
My entire train of thought derailed as shaggy-head moved aside.
The bird between them stole the show.
I didn’t really go for the brunettes, but there she was, standing tall and confident. Her black dress elegantly hung around her womanly hourglass shape. Those beautiful eyes caught my attention in a heartbeat. Her radiant face scanned the room for a moment, zeroing on me at the bar, and a small smile crossed her lips.
Well, what do we have here?
The Japanese one noticed me as well, and whispered something into her ear. Their mate looked none too pleased, and he placed a hand on her shoulder and started to say something.
Bad move, apparently.
She shrugged off his touch and turned, quietly ripped him a new one, and then broke away from the two of them.
By the time she slipped into the chair beside me, I was thoroughly intrigued. The other two found a small bar table in the corner, which gave them a great vantage point to watch whatever we were about to do.
“Say something,” she told me.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
The mysterious young woman smiled. “That’ll do. What is that, Estuary?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You know your accents.”
“Could say that.”
Unlike the other locals, she seemed to have a more dignified tongue, even if her own accent faintly slipped through.
It was my turn to smile.
“Who the Devil are you?” I asked.
“My name’s Riley,” the woman answered, holding out a small hand. Without thinking, I took it into my own, feeling how soft and delicate it was within my much sturdier grasp.
“Charmed. Call me Lex.”
“Lex,” she repeated, trying out the syllable for herself against the backs of her teeth. “I like that. Short for “Alexander?”
“Naturally.”
“Well, Alexander, just between you and me, would you like to know a secret?” She leaned in closer, watching my eyes. I couldn’t help but play along with whatever this was.
“Go on, then.”
Riley glanced around quickly, then whispered into my ear, as if she were telling me the most important secret in the entire world: “We’re going to fuck tonight.”
If there had been beer in my mouth, it would have sprayed across the counter. I took a quick, hard look at this woman who had sat down next to me, and I couldn’t help but shake my head in surprise.
Or was it admiration?
“Awfully presumptuous, yeah? And what exactly makes you think that I’m taking you to bed?”
“I don’t care what reason you pick,” she shrugged nonchalantly, smiling as the bartender walked over. “I just know that it’s going to happen.” Her tone shifted. “Hi, could I have a glass of shiraz?”
“Certainly,” the bartender nodded.
“Oh, and put it on his tab,” she jabbed a t
humb to me without turning her head. “If you’d be so kind, Geoff.”
He glanced over for confirmation, and I was so impressed that I could only give a crisp nod.
The bartender poured a glass of wine for her, setting it down in front and giving a slight nod of acknowledgement. I returned the gesture and watched her take a quick sip.
“Delicious,” she cooed.
Who the hell is this woman?
I was about to find out…
Riley
Ok, maybe I’d been a little too forward, but this man was sex on wheels. His style, his eyes, his voice. I don’t think I’d ever been more instantly turned on in my entire life. It wasn’t longer than two hours of seductive, dominant coercion before my back hit the comforter of Lex’s hotel bed, his strong kisses already littered across my throat and my lips.
The weight of his streamlined, hardened body slid down against mine. Effortlessly pinning me beneath himself, his lips found my neck, kissing hungrily into the soft flesh there.
I relented to the heat of his touch, allowing him to find purchase into my skin. His lips stained a trail of kisses along my collarbone, rising up the opposing side of my throat, and then there it was – his lips on mine.
My chest heaved beneath his might as I gave in, surrendering myself up for the taking.
The fine, strapping Englishman didn’t ignore the impulse, sliding the straps of my dress over my shoulders, his rough hand clenching into my thigh as he kissed me deeply and passionately.
Even in that moment, I could feel something spark deep inside, but the very thought alarmed me. Instead, I pushed it aside, concentrating more on the matter at hand.
The matter, that was, of his cock.
I could already feel it yearning for me. The bulge trapped within the fabric of his trousers pressed outward for me, hungrily demanding satisfaction. As he shifted his weight above me, I could gather a more accurate sense of its size… it was an intimidating weapon, larger than any that I’d experienced before.
Oh, the heat that came off of it!
My fingers clasped for his belt beneath him, eager to rip that tool free from its fabric prison, but Lex grabbed my wrists and forced them back up.
Pinned on either side above me, he dove in for more, holding my captive form at the ready as his lips pressed into mine. His tongue slid across my own, inviting it to play.
And play it did.
He knew just how to kiss me properly, and I welcomed the wetness of his lustful tongue into my hungry mouth. The sheer ferocity of how he touched me took my developing lust and set it fully ablaze. Even now, he ignored the demands of my nimble fingers, restraining me instead of allowing them to coil around his throbbing cock.
“Just let me,” I whispered between kisses.
His eyes flared open, filled with such a primal need that it almost terrified me. “No,” he groaned, grinding himself between my legs to taunt me further.
“But I want to… I know you need it, too…”
A smirk flickered across his lips. “Not yet.”
Oh good, I thought to myself. This one’s got a backbone. I can work with that.
He released my wrists, but chose to slide down, whipping the dress up over my thighs. I sat up to help him as he whisked the garment clean from my body, leaving me in just my matched red bra and panties.
“You’re gorgeous,” Lex whispered, taking me in with hungry, borderline ravenous eyes.
“All just for you,” I smiled naughtily.
With that provocation, he knelt on the bed between my legs, effortlessly casting the bra aside as his deft fingers unlocked the clasp. My ample bosom spilt forth, milky white breasts with perky little peaks. Already, my nipples stood at attention, swelling with anticipation for his touch… and in this regard, he certainly didn’t disappoint.
As he pushed me back onto the bed, Lex descended down upon me. With a hand clasped around one breast, his tongue snapped around the erect nub. I moaned with content as he began lapping away hungrily at the darkened bump, his outstretched hand clasping around the other breast.
His tongue sent waves of shuddering pleasure down my skin, and my fingers naturally wove into his hair to keep him pressed tightly against me. Still disobeying, he took the opportunity to alternate positions, switching his sucking mouth to the other nipple. His fingers tightened around the freshly exposed nub, twisting and grazing it between the digits.
He knew just how to knead my bosom, too, squeezing hard, but not too hard; alternating pressure, approach, and any other conceivable factor.
My hands, discontent with holding his head, slipped down to wrap around the back of his neck. He murmured with satisfaction at this choice while continuing to please me.
Soon, he kissed a trail down my stomach to my thong, pressing his lips against the thin sheer of the fabric. The pressure hit just the right spot, as he had expected – my hands dug backwards into the comforter, and my back rose up from the bed.
“Ooohhh…” I murmured in delight, biting my bottom lip as he chuckled huskily, repeating the effort a second, then a third time…
And before I knew it, his thumbs had slid into the small lining, and he was whipping my thong clean off my thighs, around my ankles, and off to the floor with the dress.
“It’s not fair, Lex,” I whispered hungrily.
“What’s that, love?”
“I’m completely naked for you, and you’ve still got everything on…” I grasped his tie, pulling his face down to mine. Our lips met, and I kissed him fervently, sliding my tongue along his own. “You’d better lose some of this…”
“Why don’t you give me a hand, yeah?”
I sat up and knelt behind him as he sat on the nearby corner of the bed. My hands brushed along his blazer, sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it to the side. Reaching around his throat, I slowly, gradually undid his tie, sliding it up his dress shirt as I pulled it free.
Next, my hands wrapped around his arms, and I found and began unclasping his buttons. My lips dug into his neck, tasting of his throat as I slowly, gradually undressed this beautiful specimen of a man.
With the shirt free, that left only his slacks and socks. For a moment, I was distracted by the dark, intricate tattoos, hinting at something fierce beneath that skin…
Lex stood up in front of me, and I grew distracted. I began to unbuckle his belt, sensing the heated power of his tremendous cock. Just knowing how close it was drove me absolutely wild.
The mighty beast bulged against his boxer briefs as they came into sight. I was tempted to stop where I was, release the dragon, and try to get it into my mouth…
But Lex noticed this, and he urged me onwards. I continued pulling his slacks down until he stepped out of them, whipping off his socks, and standing confidently before me.
Lex was a sight to behold.
He stood just over six feet tall, with a broad, rugged and athletic build that was just stacked with sharp, incredible muscles. The rugged six-pack beneath his pectorals stretched down to the telltale “v”, digging down to his cock…
A cock that was huge.
Who the hell was this guy? Everything about him screamed confidence, experience, and eager to please…
Besides the amazing body on this rugged foreigner, I was caught off-guard by the ink. Swirls of black tattoos stretched across his pecs and down his arms, stretching down towards his six-pack.
“Were those… painful?” I cautiously asked with abated breath, unable to rip my eyes from the fierce tattoos.
“Some,” he chuckled, crossing his arms to show them off. “Obviously, the ones above my heart were the worst. The skin’s rather tender there… do you like them?”
I had the worst case of cottonmouth I’d had in ages, and all I could do was nod curiously, my eyes still glued to their edges.
“Good…”
I realized too late that he was pushing me back in bed, coercing me backwards until I was comfortably lying in the pillows. His lips met my s
kin along my collarbone again, and he hungrily peppered a trail of kisses downwards, his fingernails digging into my skin and dragging down to clench above my thighs…
As he pressed into the creases of my hips, shouldering my thighs above his shoulders, his lips pressed into each thigh in succession. He stained them with kisses before pressing his face between my legs, his tongue immediately gracing my engorged clit and sending shivers down my spine.
“Oh, Lex…” I murmured with a moan.
He continued to pry the bead of my passion, his lips pressing against my wet sex. “You taste so good, love,” he observed, his voice dripping with lust. “You’re just what I wanted.”
I nodded, lost in pleasure. He stroked my clit with his tongue once more, falling into a rhythm as he manipulated the tiny organ in ways no man had ever done to me before.
He knew when enough was enough, too, pulling back just as the button started to grow sensitive. His tongue stiffened as it pressed into my body, lapping away at my lower lips as he clenched his fingertips deeper into my thighs. In response, my legs tightened around his skull, and my back threw itself against the bed again.
“Oh god… Lex… fuck…”
My fingers threaded back into his hair as I rode his tongue, eager for release. His face kept pressing against the sensitive folds above my slickened opening, and it continuously pushed me to new heights.
He’s just so fucking good at this, I thought to myself. Holy shit, Riley, you finally found someone who knows how to get you off…
True to form, it wasn’t long before I could feel the distant rumblings of an impending orgasm. Whereas actually experiencing my own thrilling conclusion was a gamble every time, this man had brought my senses to a record-beating level, both in intensity and speed.
“Oh god… Lex… I’m gonna… don’t stop, please don’t stop… don’t you dare fucking stop…”
My thighs tightened around his face as he amped up the rhythm, returning to suck my clit into his mouth.
I was putty in his hands then, and the shivers down my spine turned into pure, unadulterated nirvana. As pleasure whiplashed down my back, a jaw-dropping orgasm tore through me, tearing inhuman, animalistic groans from my lips.