Let Me Taste You: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Let Me Love You Book 2)

by Mia Madison

  I understood her hesitancy to speak up. Women in love were a mysterious lot; you could be the worst man on Earth and they’d still find a way to defend you.

  “So, what brought you out to KoD, anyway? No offense, but you don’t seem to be a strip club kind of girl.”

  “I’m not, but I like to have fun. Dilayla’s cousin works here. We came to see her perform.” She blushed. “We’re thinking of taking some lessons.”

  My dick jumped at that revelation, fantasies of Raquel stripping down and working the pole embedded themselves in my medulla oblongata. I swear I’d pay a million dollars to see her take it off for me.

  “I learn so much about you every time I get around you,” I said. “You’re a sexy little package of surprises.” I let the vodka talk for me when I growled, “I can’t wait to peel back every one of your layers.”

  She gave me the sexiest look, and my dick took over. I tilted her face in my direction and licked across the plush ruby red of her lips, tasting the flavor of her femininity. My heart flooded with desire as my brain experienced a chemical reaction to our contact.

  “Damn babe, you have no idea how badly I want you,” I said. “You’re so lucky I refuse to rush things with you.”

  “Oh, really?” she said, eyes low and wanton.

  “Yeah.” I grabbed her slim hand. “Come with me, let’s step outside for some air.” Desire in her eyes led the way as she followed me outside. We found a private corner to ourselves, away from the parking lot and out of view.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist, my hands appreciating every curve in her dress, and the waves in her dark hair. The tan in her skin was all thanks to the Miami sun, and I loved it. The way her red lips pouted at me made them a bullseye.

  “You know I love your lips,” I said, staring in admiration. I couldn’t remember a time my heart quickened the way it did whenever I looked at her. She was a delight for my eyes, and something about her energy teased me, cajoled me into savoring every moment with her.

  “Oh, really?” she said, licking them seductively. I know she felt my dick jump when it tapped against her stomach.

  My breath hitched when she leaned into kiss me again, this time sliding her hands over the hardness between my legs. My dick was out of control, reaching out and begging for her touch. Off to the far side, I could see a girl messing with another guy. She giggled and slid to her knees. The sound of the zipper made it clear she would give him the blow job of a lifetime.

  Raquel gasped as she wrapped her soft hands around my rock-hard cock. She had no idea how dangerously close she was to getting taken in an alley. Her body was beautiful, she was beautiful, and a fuck in a dark alley at night in Miami sounded like a fun night, but I knew it wouldn’t get that far.

  “God, it’s so big,” she whimpered, as if she considered the same thing I did. She licked her palm and jacked me with her spit.

  I groaned and bit my lips. “Baby, come home with me.”

  I couldn’t take it. I wanted to behave, but she had me open and I only lived once. It felt so right.

  She groaned in frustration. “I can’t. I’m the designated driver.” I wanted to sigh. I hated that I couldn’t keep her all to myself tonight, but I took pleasure in the fact that she was open to the idea.

  Making the best of what we had, I wrapped my palm around her hand, which was still gripping my cock, and I guided her to stroke me perfectly. I made out with her, palmed her soft ass while she moaned, whimpered, and gasped at the way my cock thickened and worked itself over in her hand.

  “Babe, fuck,” I hissed. “You’re gonna make me blow my load.”

  “Ooh, yes, baby, I want that big load…” Her voice was thick with lust, and my head got hazy with desire. She kissed my neck as I threw my head back, groaning from the way her love felt against me. I squeezed her ass, and she purred like a cat.

  “If we were alone, you know what I’d do?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “I’d let you blow it in my mouth with the lights on… make you hold eye contact as you nut in my mouth. You want to see me swallow it all?”

  My orgasm came, forcing me to spill my nut without warning. “Oh, fuck!” I groaned at that revelation. “Fuck, baby…” Hot cum spilled over our fists as I erupted like a fountain. I grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips to mine, letting our tongues explore each other as I rode the climax.

  Once I stopped spurting, I was out of breath. I broke away and fell back against the wall. I took shallow, frantic inhales, letting the scent of her FlowerBomb enter my senses and take control. The bass from the club vibrated against my back, the crowd’s cheers booming from the other side.

  Raquel

  “Baby, come here,” Kenny said, pulling me closer to him.

  I giggled, because I was already leaning against him. “I’m right here. I’m practically on top of you. How much closer to you can I even get?”

  “Not close enough,” he said, pressing his beautiful lips between my eyes. The sensation was intensely pleasurable. I moaned a little. “That tickles.”

  He sped off a succession of kisses in the same spot, rapid fire. The dizzying sensation was so strong it almost hurt. “Stop!” I cried, laughing. “Please… it’s too much.”

  “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” He twirled his fingers in my hair. “Something about you drives me fucking crazy.”

  My heart thudded in my chest at those words. From the way he needed to touch me, to the sexy way he fought to restrain himself and spoil me with time and attention… and the delicious words spilling from his buzzed lips, I fell hard.

  He made me feel wanted and desired, and I couldn’t remember a time a man truly made me feel that way. At least not without an agenda. I’d learned early on men would say what they needed to get what they wanted. They disappeared without warning once they got what they wanted. Or rather, realized they wouldn’t get what they wanted.

  “You drive me wild too,” I confessed, speaking softly against his chest. “Thank you for saving me… again.”

  “It’s nothing, babe,” he said.

  He grabbed my hand and cleared his throat. “Let’s head back inside before they think we’ve left them.”

  Dilayla raved about Nick the entire ride home. By the time I dropped her off, I learned more about him than I cared to comprehend. It was all good, however. He seemed to elicit a joy inside of her that I hadn’t seen in a long time. Sure, she enjoyed Brian, but there was always a side of hurt involved in their relationship, and she was always on the receiving end.

  I was intensely aroused, as evidenced by the gushy wetness between my legs when I got home. I thought of Kenny and how he turned me on to the point of nearly no return. I was tempted to drop to my knees in the alley, joining the girl in the alley in blow job solidarity. The fact that I confessed the desire to feel him blow in my mouth made it clear that ignoring our sexual attraction was no longer possible.

  I laid in bed, tossing, turning, and writhing with desires of Kenny. After an hour of angst, my inability to sleep forced me to release the orgasm that was building on its own. I rolled my pillow over and rode it fabulously until I couldn’t stake it anymore, imagining that thick, veiny sheath moving around inside me.

  “Fuck… Kenny,” I gasped, as I growled my climax out, letting the wetness ooze out of me.

  I rolled over on my back, feeling my heart begin its descent from the rapid beating it had. I took deep breaths and replayed our evening in my head.

  He aroused the fire inside of me. The more time I spent with him, the more I felt this craving to go all the way with him. I wanted to feel him, but I knew it was too soon for that.

  It wasn’t too soon for other things though. I went to bed wondering how he tasted, and assuring myself I wouldn’t let another opportunity pass by without finding out.

  “Good morning.”

  “Morning…” I sang, the sleep in my voice clearly obvious. It was nine a.m., and I’d apparently rocked myself off
into Lala-Land really well.

  “I just wanted to see how you were,” Kenny mused. The smooth baritone of his voice made me blush. I could feel my nipples harden at the thought of him half naked in bed, and I smiled.

  “I’m good…” I cooed. “What about you?”

  “Psh, man. Nick won’t shut up about your friend. I think he’s in love,” he joked.

  “Funny you say that. I’m having the same problems over here with her,” I confessed. “I’ve never seen her act this way.”

  Okay, it was a little bit of a white lie, but I liked Nick. From what I could see, he was a real man. I knew the news would get back to him. I wanted to push some hope in his direction. Anything to get her away from Brian.

  “Listen, baby,” Kenny said. “I wanna take you to breakfast, and then talk business with you. Text me your address and I’ll come get you in an hour.”

  I jumped off the phone and excitedly skittered out of bed to get ready. True to his word, an hour later, I was in his blue Porsche, as we headed to La Sirenuse Miami. It was a little bourgeois for my breakfast tastes—pancakes, eggs, and bacon would have been just fine—but I appreciated how Kenny went out of his way to adore and spoil me with the best.

  After eating, I wanted to stroll some of the calories off. Kenny agreed to walk down Collins with me.

  The weather was sunny and everything was so perfect. As we walked, he slipped his hand into mine, and squeezed it gently, sharing details of how things would work.

  “You’ll be my assistant more or less,” he explained. “I’ll have you work some office hours with us. Lightweight tasks,” he said. “I’ll pay you for your time, because you deserve to be compensated. That’s just the first week. Of course, you’ll head out with me to view the property. The guys and I are looking for ways to spruce up the building after some repairs are made.”

  I nodded. It sounded great to me. “I can’t wait to get started.”

  “You’ll do phenomenal.” He stopped mid-step and turned to kiss me.

  “Kenny!” A tinny voice shrilled.

  We jumped back, startled. Right in front of us was a pretty woman with wavy blond hair. She was very busty with a small waist, accentuated by pink and gold crop top that cut off just below the round of her boobs. A pair of blue jeans and hot pink heels completed her ensemble.

  She looked me up and down viciously. I was too shocked to return the bitch factor. I didn’t know who she was, but the fact was clear. One of us didn’t belong here.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she said, walking up to us, so close I could feel her body heat. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  I stepped back, in need of personal space.

  “Angela, this is neither the time nor place.”

  “Oh, it is both the time and place. You think I care about your little girlfriend?” she sneered. She gave me another vicious look. “I told you, you could have told the truth. Instead, you lied. Six months are down the drain over this?! She’s barely legal!”

  “I’m twenty-three years old,” I corrected. That was the most courage I had in the moment.

  “Your fucking point?” she hissed.

  “Angela.” Kenny warned. “Go home.”

  My head jerked in surprise when I heard him say that. Did they live together? What was going on?

  In that moment, I realized the one week in heaven with Kenny might have been nothing more than an illusion. Dilayla always warned me that men were always on the prowl, hunting the next best thing. Angela was gorgeous, yet here he was with me.

  They argued and I didn’t hear much. I could feel my face burn as I stepped back slowly, trying to wrap my head around everything that was going on.

  “You want to run around Miami with young girls instead of sticking with a woman who will do you right? Ha!” Angela said. “Aye baby girl—” she paused to look at me as she pulled a white stick out of her back—“You see this? I’m pregnant.”

  “WHAT?” Kenny and I both yelped in unison.

  Angela waved the white stick again. It was a pregnancy test. Two pink lines. She was pregnant.

  “Yeah, I’m pregnant, Kenny. And don’t even start. You know it’s yours,” she declared pointedly. “Just like you saw me last night after you got in.”

  “Is that true?” I asked, horror spreading over my eyes. If so, this meant that Kenny lied. He had a girlfriend, a pregnant girlfriend, and I was his side chick. “Is this true?” I repeated, looking Kenny in the face. His eyes looked at mine, and I could see the regret in them. My heart was crushed; he said nothing, but his expression said everything.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Tell the truth and shame the devil,” Angie cackled. She turned to me. “Sweetheart, do yourself a favor and stay away from him. He’s mine and whatever you had with him will mean nothing once this baby comes.”

  Have you ever seen someone gaze into your eyes with pity, glee, and a sense of triumph in their eyes? It was enough to split me in two, shatter my ability to stay calm.

  “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head.

  I stepped back and turned on my heels to walk away.

  “Raquel! Raquel, wait!” Kenny sounded desperate in his plea, but I wouldn’t turn around.

  He wouldn’t see the tears falling down my face. He didn’t deserve to. He was no better than Alex, no better than any of the other guys I’d come close to giving my heart to. He was just another guy with an agenda.

  He only wanted to play games and break hearts.

  Fuck him.

  Kenny

  I watched Raquel walk off, evidently distraught by Angie’s bold declaration. She was too upset by the news, and I couldn’t blame her. She was blindsided.

  “Aww,” Angie teased, nastily. “The widdle baby can’t take a grown man’s truth. She ran away to her mama and dada.”

  Her bitchy mock forced me to give her attention. “You know that’s not my baby.”

  “Oh, I know it is, honey, just as much as I know you’ll figure out a way to make things right between us for the sake of our child.”

  “You’re fucking insane,” I scowled. She completely disgusted me, repulsed me in ways I never thought possible. “How long have you been following me?”

  “Long enough to realize you’re a dick. See you in court, motherfucker.” She looked at me brazenly as she rubbed her perfectly taut stomach, and then turned to walk away.

  I called Raquel several times on the way home. She ignored every one of my calls. I sent several text messages, but they’d all gone unanswered.

  Driving home was tough. All I could see was red. Raquel was everything I was looking for in a woman, and it had all been compromised thanks to Angela’s bullshit.

  After an hour of attempting to get through, I left it alone. I realized she needed space. I had to give it to her, even though it killed me. I wanted to run up on her right then and there, wrap her in my arms, and explain everything that happened.

  Angela was at my house, but it wasn’t in the way she suggested. And whatever we had in the past, that was the past, and it was due to her maniacal antics that we could never be together.

  I looked at her address on my GPS, and thought about heading over. I went home instead. Once I got in, I smashed a vase to the ground. It was immature but I needed to break something. Besides, Angie gave me that vase. She thought it was a nice touch to such a modern home.

  “FUCKING BITCH!” I roared. “ARRRRGHHHHHHH!”

  My phone went off. I ran to it, hoping to get a reply from Angie. Instead, it was a text from Nick.

  Bro, she’s pregnant? A flushed face emoji popped up on the screen next to the question.

  - Who?

  Angie. You’re all over Instagram with a pregnancy test and a picture of the two of you.

  I feverishly checked for myself. Certainly enough, Perez Hilton, TMZ, and The Shade Room had posts of the alleged pregnancy. There was even a really nice pic of Angie and me together. The photo was private, taken months ago, but the pu
blic wouldn’t know. All they saw was an attractive woman, a celebrity, a pregnancy test, and an excited announcement complete with an ultrasound.

  - Fake news. I inserted a red-faced emoji to show my anger.

  I blew hot air through my lips. Raquel had to have seen this post by now. There’d be almost no way to make things right with her if this were the case. Everything affirmed Angie’s story, even though I knew deep down inside she wasn’t having my baby. She wasn’t even pregnant by the looks of it, and it was all an elaborate scheme.

  I had to expose her somehow.

  Raquel

  I caught an Uber straight to Dilayla’s place. I didn’t want to go straight home because being alone wouldn’t do anything but make me relive the memories.

  Dilayla opened the door after twenty seconds of frantic banging. Hair disheveled in a lumpy bun, she answered with grogginess.

  “Girl, what the—”

  “He has a girlfriend!” I shrieked. “A pregnant girlfriend!”

  I shoved my phone screen in her face, clearly displaying the posts of her and him and the pregnancy test.

  “Whoa.” She stepped back to let me in. “When the fuck did this happen? Weren’t you with him last night?”

  “Well, apparently they were together afterward.” Frustrated tears spilled down my cheeks and I realized how idiotic I sounded. “We went for a walk, had ice cream, and then I went home. He kissed me and everything.”

  I went over the details, from the good morning phone call, to him picking me up for brunch, and the insane way Angela smashed into us. She was a vengeful maniac, but after seeing the proof for myself, I couldn’t help but feel doubly burned. How did I always end up being the side piece instead of the main course?

  “That’s fucking insane, though.” Dilayla rubbed her eyebrows as she rocked back and forth and took it all in. “I’ll ask Nick.”

  “What the hell can Nick do?”

  Dilayla spread her lips in a slow, buttery smile. “You know we’ve been chatting since King of Diamonds, right? He tells me everything.”