Alright, seems she has more than thought about it.
“I had a threesome in college, after Joy, you know. It wasn’t that great to tell you the truth. My attention was divided too much to fully enjoy it.”
“Wow!”
“Backdoor? Haven’t tried it, but would, just so I know what the deal is.”
“If you are going to stick something up there in me, I’ll demand I stick something up there in you,” she tells me with a lot of sass.
“Why not? Medically speaking, massaging the prostate may help with ED, not that I have a problem there.”
“Are you joking?”
“Nope. What we do in bed goes both ways, baby. That means that since you let me handcuff you, I’ll let you handcuff me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lolita
There’s no doubt Erick is serious and he’s willing to try anything, except sharing. But between the two of us, I have no doubt the sky is the limit.
I’m not sure if I’m brave enough or ready yet to share some of my fantasies with him. I feel a bit raw at times whenever Joy comes up. I feel jealous of the girl that’s no longer here but the fact that he’s willing to share her with me, to talk about her and share their experiences openly, soothes some of the sting.
He hasn’t left my bed since we started. He either stays the night at my place or drags me to his. Casual thing my ass! At least now I know where I stand with him, my testing has gone down a lot and I finally realized that that was the crime I had committed when he handcuffed me to the bed.
Joke’s on him though, because I thoroughly enjoyed it. Now I know what I can do to get myself that type of punishment when I need it that way. Ha! Who’s in control, baby?”
Jason Rowlinson is one magnificent male. The photos I’m taking of him are incredible. His profile is amazing and you can see how much of a playboy he is all over his face, body and most importantly his eyes.
He’s a very decent person though and treats me with incredible respect and no signs of that playboy ever comes out in my presence, or Mel’s.
After a long photo session, I get a call from Mel letting me know we’re going dancing tonight to a well-known Salsa dance club we frequent a lot. Jason is invited and the fact that he doesn’t know how to Salsa is neither here nor there since the women are fighting for a chance to teach him.
“He’s eating it up really well, huh?” I laugh when we finally sit down for a break.
“Yeap. He’s playing them though, since the asshole knows how to Salsa as well as me,” Justin chuckles.
“What?” both Mel and I exclaim.
“Oh yeah. We dragged his ass out with us when we were taking classes and he caught on. Not sure why he’s pretending not to know. But looks like it’s working since the women are going crazy for him,” Erick explains.
“Wow!”
At the end of the night I’m surprised to see him go home alone though, especially when he had plenty of offers. Some excuse about an early morning and I noticed both Justin and Erick are surprised at that themselves.
“What you thinking?” Justin whispers to Erick.
“A woman?”
“Cindy is due for a visit. I’m thinking I should go investigate.” Justin says.
“Go ahead. I could also send one of my guys. He hasn’t met Smith yet,” Erick answers.
“Are you both serious?” Mel asks in shock.
“Fuck yeah! If that boy has a woman we need to know. He’s been busting my balls since we started, you bet your sweet ass I’m going to return the favor,” Justin says seriously.
“And you want a son?”
“What about it?”
“You both haven’t grown-up yet and you insist I make you a father, hello?”
“I’ll show you how much I’m ready to be a daddy tonight, baby,” Justin answers, pulling Mel to him.
I laugh at their antics. I love seeing my friend in love. I’m happy she found happiness since her life hadn’t been filled with much of it. She not only came home from college with a fiancée, but she brought that crazy friend of hers; Roxy.
Roxy está loca! Crazy coocoo as can be. Luckily, she lives in upper New York and only comes down occasionally. Her husband is also a pretty gorgeous man. I heard he used to work for Justin’s father but I don’t know all the details.
We say our goodbyes at the door of the Salsa club and Erick steers me to where he parked his car, which is at the far side of the club, kind of hidden. I would freak out but my boyfriend is not only a pretty big guy, but carries a concealed weapon and owns his own security firm. Still…
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Erick
Justin Fucking Mayfield moving to New York was the best thing that happened to me, seriously. I followed his ass here and look what it got me. My very own Latina Mama. Fuck! Can she move that body of hers!
She goes to pull open the passenger’s door but I pull her back, opening the back door instead and bending her over the back seat.
“Erick!”
“Shush, you don’t want anyone seeing us,” I warn, putting my hand over the small of her back to keep her in place while I undo my pants.
“Jesus! Are you serious?”
“I’m checking off one of your fantasies, nena.” Leaving my pants undone, I bend over her and kiss her cheek, whispering into her ear and making sure she’s with me.
“Come on, I’ll be real quick. You need to stay quiet, si?”
“Ah…?”
“Say no if you don’t want to. But do it quick, someone can catch us. You; bend over for me, while I have my dick out.” She moans, rocking on my harness.
“You want my mouth?” Rocking softly on her.
“No. Just be quick.”
“Si, mi reina.” I call her my queen in Spanish, using my white boy accent.
It looks like she loves my white boy accent, so I’ll work extra hard to ensure it never goes away. My high school Spanish is beginning to pay off and now I know why I wanted to learn it.
It’s hard and fast. When her moans get loud, I bend over her back once more and cover her mouth with my hand, keeping the other on her hip.
“Any motherfucker who finds you like this, me taking you, will have to deal with me, huh nena?”
“Hmm…” her muffle moan is music to my ears.
“Rub your clit for me, nena.” She shakes her head at me, but I let go of her hip and bring her hand over, using it to rub her softly.
“Just like that, baby. I can feel you vibrating.”
She loves my dirty talk as much as I like to dish it out. It seems my girl is as dirty as I am, though I haven’t fully tapped into her fantasies yet.
“Next time, I’m going to sneak you into my agency and do you in my office. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I let go of her hand when I feel hers moving on its own.
“Just think, one of my men could walk in and see you spread out for me, while I eat you for lunch.”
“Hmm…” her moan is a deep guttural sound that sends chills down my body and I’m ready to blast off.
“Or maybe I can sneak you underneath my desk while I’m on a conference call.”
That does it and she goes off, spasming uncontrollably, making me shoot out into the condom.
“The office affair is happening, nena,” I chuckle once we’re both able to breath normally.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lolita
“Hey, nena. What’s up? That white boy behaving?” Tomas asks over the cell.
“Do you really think Erick is the behaving type?” I chuckle.
“Good point. Is he treating you right or do I need to beat his ass up for stupidity?”
“Actually…”
“No fucking way, Dolores! Don’t you give me no lies, I know that man is straight, I know it.”
Jesus! What has Erick done to my family? I think they’ll believe him over me at this point, which I both find terrifying and adorable.
“Jesus Cristo! Are yo
u telling me if that man is beating me up you won’t believe me?”
“I’ll believe you, nena. But please tell me it isn’t true,” he pleads.
“I’m scared now,” I mumble.
“Dolore!” he groans.
“No! He’s not beating me up, though I’m not sure you’ll approve of what he is doing to me,” I tell him in spite.
“Ugh, Cállate!” Telling me to shut up in a deep groan, I laugh at his predicament.
“Last night, after we went dancing—”
“I’m hanging up on your ass now, Dolores.”
“NO! Wait. Look, he’s not beating me up but…”
“Yeah?”
“Well, there was talk about marriage, but it hasn’t come up again and well… I’m kind of hoping to be Mrs. Sullivan before Christmas,” I say softly, hoping he’ll get the hint, which he does.
“Fuck yeah!” he answers and hangs up on me.
I smile wide because I know Erick is about to either get a visit from Tomas or a phone call. I am hoping to be a married woman before Christmas. After last night, I’m afraid Erick isn’t getting out of my life any time soon.
I finish my day at the boutique without hearing from Erick all day and I’m hoping Tomas didn’t scare him off. But if he did, it’ll be better this way, before we get entangled even more and I fall for him harder, that is; harder than I already am.
I get home and there’s still no sign of Erick. No phone calls, no texts, nothing. Trying not to freak out, I make myself some dinner before going into my dark room and working on my latest photos.
Jason truly is quite a magnificent male. I’m not sure if he has green eyes or brown eyes but I got both colors captured.
Unfortunately, none of the photos show his playboy persona which I find hard to believe. My mama tells me my gift is to capture who a person really is. “You capture their souls, nena. They can’t hide who they really are from your lenses.”
“Could Jason’s playboy persona be fake?” I mumble.
After taking a long shower, I decide to turn off my ringtone and go to bed. Asshole hasn’t called me yet and I ain’t happy with him. Yes, I could have called him. But I’m being a brat tonight, so I lock up tight and go to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Erick
“Amigo! Qué paso?” I answer Tomas with my best white boy accent.
“I have the perfect venue for a wedding. I’m thinking Lolita would love a September wedding. What do you think?” Damn! Straight for the throat, but I’m pumping my fist up.
“Fuck yeah! That’s a month or so since we’re almost done with July. Why so far away though?”
“Have you asked her to marry you yet, gringo?”
“Don’t need to. She already asked me.”
“No, no, no, white boy. Women don’t wear the pants in our family, gringo. You better get down on your knees and ask all nice and proper. With none of what went on last night, you hear.”
“Last night?”
“Um…”
“What went on last night, Tommy boy?”
“Why are you insulting?”
“Answer the question, Cubano!”
“Shit!”
“What. Did. She. Say?”
“Nothing, she said nothing.” I chuckle at his reply since it’s obvious she said something to him.
“You can just answer with one single word, English or Spanish will be fine. This wedding her idea?”
“Si, Pinga,” he barks before hanging up on me. Asshole got in two words. “Dick,” that’s what that stupid word means and my nena has called me so a few times now.
“Oh, Lolita. You in trouble, baby,” I chuckle and get back to work.
The man I’ve been following for the wealthy woman has been difficult, since I haven’t actually seen him in a compromising position with another woman, but I did see the woman.
I followed her and the little girl to the park, where I proceeded to become friends with the woman. It was fairly easy, giving my good looks and winning personality.
It was a dead end, a complete dead end. Said woman is the perceived cheater’s sister. The little girl is in fact his daughter. I haven’t figured out why she’s being kept a secret from the wife which is why I’m finally going to have a face to face talk with the man.
“Hey, bro. Got a second?”
“Sorry?”
“You’re Steve, Right?”
“Darla sent you?”
“Erick Sullivan, PI,” I answer, skipping any bullshit and giving him my card.
Taking the card, he lets out a deep sigh and tells me, “I filed for divorce last year.” This I didn’t know.
He tells me the story, which of course I’ll have to check for myself, but one look at the broken man tells me he’s not lying. What a fucking mess and one of the reasons I hate most rich people.
Seems Steve worked for Darla before they got married, helping her with some major deals which made millions. Though the money was originally hers, he believes he’s entitled to some of it but she has been giving him a hard time and trying to cut him off completely, including his retirement fund which is tied up in the business.
She knows about the daughter but hates her, which is why he eventually sent her to live with his sister. He and Darla have been separated for more than a year and he’s been living with his sister since then.
I’m a fucking moron for not seeing it and/or digging more into her claim. I’m going to have to refund her money and call this case a loss. But now I’m wondering how I can turn it around and help Steve.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Erick
I have no missed calls or texts from Lolita when I’m finally done around eleven. Damn woman is either hiding after her talk with Tomas or being a brat.
Granted, I usually call or text letting her know I’ll be off my cell for a case, but I wanted to surprise her and didn’t think this thing with Steve was going to take so long.
She doesn’t answer my calls on the way to her apartment. I debate with myself whether to knock or let myself in. Of course, she’ll be pretty upset I made a copy of her keys and hasn’t realized yet she has a copy of mine on her key chain.
Letting myself in, I check in on her and find her completely out. She’s a deep sleeper, which is also why I’ve got surveillance cameras in here. Need to make sure she’s safe when she’s sleeping.
Taking a quick shower, I get myself behind her and spoon her. Pulling her body to mine and snuggling deeper into her, fall asleep pretty quickly.
She tries to stretch with me wrapped around her and I ease my hold to let her. When she’s done, I turn her body around to face me and throw a leg over her hip, wrapping both arms around her shoulders and press her to my chest.
“Erick?”
“Where you being a brat last night, nena?”
“Ah…” I bring one hand down to her ass and squeeze hard while I press her belly to my harness.
I grind my cock on her belly while I pull her hair back so I can kiss her hungrily. She moans and tries to shift lower so we’re lined up but stops when I squeeze her ass cheek harder and sink my fingers deep in her crack.
“I don’t—”
“Be quiet,” I order and positioning at her entrance, impale her in one thrust. We both groan at how incredible it feels.
I fuck in and out of her a few times before pulling out and replacing my cock with my fingers.
“Erick. No, I want your dick,” she demands.
“You ordering me?” I puff out because I’m really turned on right now.
“I think I’m in heat,” she says and lifts her leg over my hip.
I go back in her hard then, while I sink my lubricated finger into her ass, going deeper and kissing her hard to increase the pleasure.
“Oh god!”
“I need a better angle,” is the only thing I tell her before pulling out, and positioning her on her hands and knees go back into her hard.
I press her chest low to
the mattress to keep her in place so I can pound her while my finger goes back into her ass, making her tighter around my girth.
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