Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series)

by Joyce Jordan

  “Whatever you say sweetheart, it’s cheating when the other party isn’t aware of the handicap option.”

  “Oh, don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square, so now I call the shots. And you can start by stripping,” she said. She made a hand gesture. “Go one.”

  “Fine.” Conrad took he edges of his t-shirt and went to pull it off his head.

  “Ah ah! Haven’t you ever seen Magic Mike? Let’s see what you got. Hold on,” she pulled her phone from her pocket. “Now cue the music,” Moira said as she played ‘We Found Love by Rihanna’.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he told her.

  “No,” she told him with a huge smile. “I’m waiting Mr.” She stepped away from the bed and took a seat in the armchair across the room.

  “Okay, not bad for a first timer,” she laughed. “With practice you could be good.”

  “This is a one time deal,” he said through his teeth. “Now you,” he said when he was done.

  “Ah, ah. Remember who is calling the shots,” she reminded him. “Now, I need you on the bed. On your back. Move to the center. Yes, right there.” Moira moved forward. “Now raise your hands flat on the bed.

  She removed her jeans and kept her t-shirt and panties. Then she crawled onto the bed. She started trailing kissed from his right foot, in an almost straight line. When she reached his crotch, he tensed and his cock twitched. Moira bypassed it and continued her journey upwards. She pulled on his nipple and he grunted. Moira smiled and continued upwards. She kissed around his face, then took a deep kiss before she started a journey downwards. She got to his left nipple and suckled and he hissed faintly. Soon it would be loud enough Moira thought to herself. She bypassed the crotch area again and moved down his left leg until she got to his toes, then sat up and smiled as she crawled further up his body until she was eye level with his balls.

  She placed her hands on his hips then licked her lips and his eyes bulged. Moira smiled and lowered her head until she had one ball in her mouth. She sucked it and poked it with her tongue until she felt his hands in her hair. She lifted her head slightly.“Hand’s,” she said. He raised them back up and Moira took the other ball in and took him to the same heights as before. She heard him muttering something that sounded like, ‘payback’s a bitch’ and she laughed throatily. Finally she took hold of his prized possession and looked back and forth between his eyes and his cock. Not knowing what she was thinking, he grimaced. “Don’t worry. I’ll take real good care of you,” she told him.

  He laughed.

  Moira swiped her tongue, like she was eating an ice-cream cone.

  He jumped into the air.

  Moira made the same motion and she found him lowering his hands. At her expression, he made fists but kept them at hip level. She shrugged and took the mushroom top into her mouth and pulled.

  Conrad swore and held her head between his hands. Moira figured she wouldn’t be able to have him keep them up, so she let it go and took more of him in her mouth. He was both soft and hard and she reveled in her task. She took a few pulls and popped him free and each time he hissed, then she took him deep and bobbed her head until he groaned, grunted, hissed and came spurting like a geiser. Moira couldn’t catch it all, and some of his cum dribbled down her lips onto her chin. She took a finger and swiped at the leakage then popped the finger into her mouth and sucked. He erupted onto his chest and Moira smirked and smiled like a cheshire cat.

  “Round two?” she asked.

  Suddenly she was flat on her back. “I don’t think so,” he told her. Her t-shirt was off her body so fast, she barely had time to take more than a couple of breaths. Her bra and panties followed.

  “Hey, I’m in charge.”

  He started kissing her mouth, licked her chin and took her mouth again in a fast kiss with short intervals to take in air. Soon enough Moira had no other thoughts than what he was doing to her mouth. He moved his knees in between her legs and spread her legs with his knees, then he thrust two fingers and started moving them in and out. She moaned into his mouth, and he caught all her moans. None of them escaped, and he continued tongue fucking and finger fucking her, easing when she was about to come. Moira cried in frustration, then finally he gave her the relief she needed. He didn’t relent during her orgasm which only heightened her orgasm further.

  “Now where is that sassy mouth?” he asked. Conrad pushed his cock to her pussy and teased her with shallow thrusts. “Look at me.”

  Moira opened her eyes and looked at him. His face was right above hers. They watched each other as he continued with his shallow thrusts. Moira tried to lift up and take more of his, but he had her pinned down. She couldn’t move. “Conrad,” she pleaded.

  “We have all night baby. And I am going to take you in every way possible. You’ll never want to run away from me again,” he told her. “You made me chase after you.” He pushed all the way in and Moira splintered.

  “I waited for you in Miami,” he said and thrust.

  “You were a no show.” Another thrust.

  “I called you.” And he thrust.

  “Several times.” Another thrust.

  “And you ignored me.” He thrust again.

  “I chased you all the way to Orlando,” he told her. Thrust.

  “I waited for you to call me.” Thrust.

  “You didn’t call me back.” Thrust.

  “Never chased a girl in my life.” Thrust.

  “Until you.” Thrust again.

  Moira whimpered and apologized.

  “Tell me this will never happen again.” Thrust.

  “Tell me you understand that I’m not letting you go.” Thrust. Thrust.

  “Tell me Moira.” Thrust.

  “Yes,” she cried as she took his last forceful thrust.

  He pulled out and she cried. Then cried again when he turned her over and held her ass in the air, and thrust all the way to her core. She erupted, as Conrad started moving in and out of her with deeper and faster thrusts.

  “Ah, Moira. Baby, baby. Ah, ahhhh! Oh, yes baby. You ready for another orgasm, baby?” Conrad widened her legs even wider and hits all different angles, fueling Moira’s orgasm. “Yes, that’s it. I can’t hold on much longer. Lower your chest baby.”

  Moira groaned.

  “Yes, you feel that.” He lifted her ass a little higher and thrust faster. “I want you to come hard, and I’m going to eat you all up. Ready baby?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Now, Moira.” As she errupted, Conrad flipped her and attacked her pussy with his mouth. He drained her dry then entered her again and thrust one, two, three, four, five times, then he came. He rolled onto his back and took her with him. “You okay baby?” He chuckled when she told him she didn’t know. “I know I wore you out. Believe it or not, I even wore myself out.” He slipped out from under her. “I’ll run us a bath, then we can take a nap,” he told her as he made his way to the bathroom.

  Moira heard the water running and tried to move to follow him, but it was like her body was made of lead. She took a few breaths and tried again, but it was no use. She lay there and waited for Conrad. Since he had put her in this position, then he would have to carry her to the bathtub, she thought.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Flying in Conrad’s jet was an experience. Mitch drove them to the airport. She was introduced to the other guy who had come with Mitch on the trip. Jim. No last names were given and Moira thought that maybe they didn’t like giving out their last names. Not that she had ever had a bodyguard experience to use as reference. The inside was nice and cozy, soft rich leather seats that hugged the butt such that you wouldn’t want to get to your destination. So this is how the rich live? Umm. Maybe it was time to join American Idol or The Voice and travel in style. Wouldn’t that be nice except for the fact that her singing voice was like kittens scratching a chalk board.

  Scratch that. How about dancing? Would it work? No, Moira didn’t think so.

  So scratch that
again. Join Survivor? Amazing Race? Fuck, she was getting a headache.

  “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” Conrad asked her. They were seated side by side.

  She laughed. “I’m just trying to see which reality show I have to join so I can afford a plane such as this.”

  “And?” He laughed.

  “I just had to scratch them all out when I realized I didn’t have the talent to win any of them.”

  “If there is any on sexual endurance, baby you would win by a long shot,” he told her.

  “Oh no you didn’t,” she said and gave him small slaps as he raised his hands in surrender. She looked at Mitch and Jim to make sure they hadn’t overhead. But she wasn’t sure if they did or not and were just being polite.

  He took her hand and kissed the back. “Where are we sleeping tonight?” he asked her. At her raised eyebrow, he told her, “Where you sleep, is where I sleep. Better get used to it.”

  Possessive much?

  “I don’t mean to scare you, but you should probably keep a wardrobe at my place so you don’t have to keep carting around a bag.”

  Wasn’t that a bit too fast? Maybe, but their relationship didn’t seem to follow the normal channels of regular relationships. But still she needed time to think about it. So when she told him that, he shrugged and said it was fine. “Fair warning. If you take too long, I’ll have to push,” he told her and stopped her response by kissing her. When she tried speaking again, he took ker mouth again. Finally after several attempts Moira realized this would just go on, so she kept her mouth shut. “Good girl,” he told her.

  Seriously? Good girl? “You know…”

  Moira didn’t get to finish as Conrad once again pulled her head and met her in another kiss. He lifted her from her seat and deepened the kiss. “You know I can do this all day,” he told her. Then he kissed her, deep and long. By the end, Moira couldn’t remember what she had wanted to say. Maybe for the best. He refused to let her go back in the seat, until the pilot told them to buckle up.

  It was a nice smooth landing. Better than any landing Moira had ever had. He smiled at her when she told him later.

  They fought when he refused to let hert drive her own car to work. He told her to hand the keys to Jim who would bring it for her, and she was forced to ride with him in his limo. Not that it was a hardship, but still a girl’s gotta have choices. Mitch got in beside the driver, and then they were off.

  The only time Moira had been in a limo was several years ago. And they didn’t make them this nice then. She remembered real well because it was on prom night when her then boyfriend Johnny had tried to impress her by picking her up in a limo. She poked around, looking into every nook and cranny.

  When she sat back down, Conrad lifted her by the waist and before Moira could figure out what was happening she was straddling him and her thong had been torn off her body. He had clearly been busy while she had been poking around his limo. His briefs and pants were at his knees and he was already spotting a hard on.

  “Conrad!” she cried when he lifted her dress with one hand and entered her pussy with a finger from the other. This is crazy she thought. They had hardly slept last night and here he was wanting more sex.

  “This is going to be fast,” he told her.

  “We can’t do this right now,” she told him. “Ah!” She moaned when he added a second finger. Her mind was saying one thing, but her body was saying another.

  “Why not? This is going to be a first for me. I hope it’s the same for you.”

  Moira held onto his biceps as he played her pussy until it was dripping.

  “Tell me it’s the first time for you too.”

  “That’s not the point,” she said.

  “What is?” he smiled at her failure to maintain an exasperated look.

  “The driver and Mitch in front,” she cried out.

  “The privacy window is up. They can’t hear or see anything,” he told her.

  “What about…Ah! Do that again. Ah! This is madness.”

  “Yes, it is.” He laughed. “Kiss me.”

  Moira leaned closer. As soon as their lips touched, he took charge of her lips, then next instant impaled her on his cock. She screamed into his mouth, then rode him hard and fast. Her orgasm followed soon after. Conrad pulled her dress off, then turned her around and thrust into her again.

  “Baby, I need you to lean against my chest and put your hands behind my head.” Then he held her hips and fucked her harder and faster. Although she knew other drivers couldn’t see inside, it still made her feel turned on to see other cars race by. “Baby, it’s time. Let go.” Moira squeezed her pussy and crashed down, taking Conrad with her. He squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples, elongating them and she shivered, her orgasm lasting for several minutes.

  “That was quite a ride,” she said when she could finally speak.

  “I gather I am no longer in trouble, after all?” he asked.

  “Oh, no! You realize the car was shaking, which means they know what we were doing. It’s going to be impossible to ever look at them again,” she said with a grimace.

  “You’re cute,” he told her. “Pass me those tissues and let me clean you up.” He cleaned them both, then she put her dress back on, but were thong was history. “You will need to do a better job when we get to work. But for now you’ll do,” he said.

  A few minutes after they were both presentable, the limo came to a stop in front of the King International buidling. Conrad was the first to get out, then he helped her out.

  “I need to get something from my bag,” she told the driver.

  “You don’t need them,” Conrad told her laughing.

  “What? You want me to spend the day with my ass bare?” she whispered to him.

  “Nobody will know except you and me,” he told her. “Come,” he said and took her hand.

  Moira looked around and saw that they were still early enough for most people to be arriving at work. She dropped Conrad’s hand as soon as the reached the door which Mitch was holding open for them. She avoided Mitch’s eyes and took off as soon as she was in the door. She waved at the security guys and swiped her badge then walked across to the cafeteria doors. She saw Conrad moving onto the elevators, but didn’t turn back. She veered off and went in search of the bathrooms, then used paper towel to clean herself more. Finally she was feeling a little bit more human without too mush of the scent of sex alerting everyone to what she had just done.

  She looked at her dress and was just glad it was not one that creased otherwise she may have been forced to change it. There would have been no way she would have spent the day with a creased dress. And that thought was enough proof when everyone told her she was glowing. She brushed it off as a great weekend with her best friend, and wondered if she would have been able to pull that off had she been wearing a creased dress.

  She closed herself off in the office during her lunch hour and called Sere. She explained about the unfortunate call and before long they were laughing at how far off base she had been about it. Conrad had said he wanted her to meet Veronica, but she wasn’t so sure. He assured her she was discreet and wouldn’t be telling any gossip about them if that was what she was worried about. Sere agreed and thought she should put a face to the woman who had almost broken them apart, although through no fault of her own.

  At about 3pm that afternoon, Moira took off. Jim had dropped off her keys later that morning and told her he had filled up her tank and taken her car to a carwash as per the boss’ instructions. That explained why he hadn’t been right behind them when they arrived. She felt the clean car smell as soon as she opened her door. She passed by the store on her way home and bought fixings for a beef casserole. When she got home she chopped everything and poured it into her crockpot. She sang and danced as she worked. She made custard, one of her favorites, and put it in the fridge to chill. Next she made a tiny vanilla cake which baked as she took a shower. After she put it on the cooling rack,
she dropped down on her bed and decided to take a nap.

  Moira heard Sam come in but she was so deep in the grips of sleep she failed to get up, so she slept on. She would have slept the night away if Conrad hadn’t come in to wake her up.

  “Go away,” she said.

  “I would, but your food is burning,” he told her.

  Moira jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen. “That was mean,” she scolded when she found no evidence of burning food.

  He laughed. “That was the only way I thought would get you up fast enough.”

  “I thought I heard Sam come in earlier,” she said as she started setting the table.

  “He’s on the phone,” Conrad said and joined her, helping her carry the dishes to the table. He had changed into jeans and looked more sexy than he had a right to be. His hair was still wet proving that he had rushed from his penthouse to come over.

  “Hey sis,” Sam joined them and kissed her cheek. “How was Disney? I hope you left some for the kids,” he teased her. “Ow!” he cried when her elbow hit his side.

  “Don’t start with me. Disney is for all ages. You too Conrad,” she said when she saw him smirking at her. “I’ll have you know that my inner child was quite pleased.”

  “I’m sure. And how often did you scream?” he asked. He sat down and they all followed suit.

  “Scream?” she asked.

  “He means on the rides,” Conrad said.

  “Umm. It depends which rides,” she said looking at Conrad, “but I would say a few times.”

  Conrad swallowed knowing she was referring to what they had been up to Sunday night.

  She was glad Sam didn’t catch on. If she didn’t know better she would have thought Conrad was blushing.

  Dinner was amazing. Moira was surprised at the domesticity of it all. Never would she have thought that her brother and her lover would have ever gotten along, and even ate at the same table constantly, nor Conrad be allowed to spent any night in her bed, in the same house as him. So maybe Sam was growing up and realising that his sister was a big girl now. At 24, Moira was often times treated like a teenager and usually was frustrating. It was nice to have some control over her life, although lately she was beginning to think like she left one controlling man of a brother and jumped into a relationship with another controlling man of a lover. Boyfriend. Yes, but certainly not the typical boyfriend.