by Teri Kay
“C’mon,” I grabbed his hand and led him into the larger of the two bedrooms and closed the door behind us.
I woke up the next morning to a note:
Good Morning butterfly,
Today I want you to relax.
You have a spa appointment at 11. Enjoy baby.
Here is your tip for last night. Don’t say no.
Go shopping and buy yourself something pretty.
Meet me at the steakhouse at 8pm.
Nathan
This man almost seemed to be good to be true, but at the moment I was willing to take what he was giving me. I needed this. I deserved this. I was enjoying Nathan. When I got to the spa, I felt like a kid in a candy store when I found out I was to pick any of the packages that I desired. It truly was a moment a girl dreamt of. I chose a massage, a facial, and a complete nail package. It was one of those days that made you feel like a princess.
As I was laying there getting my massage, I realized that I didn't want to share Nathan. I would text him my change of plans. Hopefully he would get a text. They had to had some kind of breaks right?
Me: Hi honey. Thank you for my spa day. This place is great. Change of plans. See you tonight in our suite at 8. Xoxo
Now time to go shopping and make what will be our first date a memorable night. I first went to a store that sold bubble bath and candles. If I was going to create the ambiance, might as well make it my dream night. What did I hear the kids say nowadays, yolo. Right, you only live once. So why not make my night with Nathan what I wanted it to be. Cliché, but who gave a shit right?
Passing by a lingerie store, I had to go in. I didn't want to wear the same pieces with Nathan as I did to the club. Well unless it’ something he requested. I had a feeling the leather get-up might be coming home soon. As I skimmed through all the racks, I found a navy blue butterfly bra and panty set. It was perfect to go under the loose black dress I planned on wearing. Walking out of the store, I received a text message alert.
Nathan: I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Your plans sound perfect. See you at 7. I won’t be able to hold out until 8.
Me: Can’t wait.
That only gave me three hours to get ready, but I easily pulled it off with a little bit of teacher time management: an hour for my bath, an hour for myself, and an hour for our room. Definitely in my doable range. Even if this was only a summer fling, I wanted it to be a time that I would not forget. A time to remind myself, broken or not, I could be a sexy woman.
For me, music had always been everything. I was the type of person that has a song for every moment. When I was a little girl, my dad would always put the oversized headphones on my ears and we would rock out together to the beat of the music. As I got older, music became about the lyrics for me. It was like getting lost in a short story, some much better than others. I knew tonight would be a mix of all those playlists I’ve spent hours making, to remember that night. Again, cliché… but that’s who I was.
Crawling into the amazing tub in our room, I hit my go to escape playlist on my iPod. I grabbed my glass of wine and my Kindle, knowing I had just under an hour to get lost in my latest book of a woman feeling torn between her two great loves. With every word I read, I became more and more distracted. I was definitely feeling torn between Nathan and G. Not that I loved either one of these men by any means, but feeling wanted by two men was something new to me. I knew with Nathan I felt sexy and safe. There was something so real about him, and that scared the hell out of me. With G, it was a different kind of sexy, it was a lustful sexy. I knew anything with him would be a one-time fantasy. I would just be another notch on his belt, but damn, it would be fun. Time to put G out of my head, this weekend was about Nathan.
I spent the next couple hours getting the room and myself ready. I changed the reservations at the steakhouse to be delivered and set up on the patio in our suite. We had a beautiful view which overlooked the river, so why not take advantage of it. I set up the room with a few candles and some soft music. I wanted to make the evening romantic but sexy. Nathan preferred my natural blonde hair and brown eyes to anything else I could put on. So I curled my hair, covered my body in my coconut lotion he seemed to like so much, and put on just enough makeup to make me feel pretty.
At precisely seven o’clock, Nathan walked through the door. I was sitting on the patio waiting for him, and couldn’t help but stare as he walked towards me. He had on loose fitting jeans that hung perfectly around his well sculpted hips, a fitted black t-shirt that perfectly showed off his tattoos, and a red hat which brought out the amazing gold in his eyes. “Hey, handsome. Good day?” I asked, as I stood up to greet him.
“Actually, no,” he answered as he pulled me into his warm embrace.
“See, I told you I shouldn’t have come,” I whined as I went to pull away from him.
“Don’t you pull away from me,” he laughed. “My poker game was fine. I did really well today.”
“So…why was it a bad day?” I asked.
“Because every time I thought about what you were doing up here I would get a fucking hard on at the table.”
I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. “It was not funny,” he pouted.
I put both my hands on his chest and started to push away. “Go take a shower, dinner will be here in twenty minutes,” I told him.
He pulled me in tighter. “Oh please tell me I get to start with dessert,” he whispered into my ear, his hands moving down to my ass. He kissed me in a way that made me want to just say screw dinner, but I wanted tonight to last.
“Later, nuts. Go clean up,” I instructed as I pushed him off to the shower.
Half an hour later, we were eating dinner, discussing our day. I knew nothing about the world of professional poker, so listening to him talk about what he did all day was fascinating. Nathan explained that you could be the top rated guy out there, but if you weren’t getting the cards you could be done the first day. Poker was definitely a mix between skill and luck. I guess he done fairly well today, considering he was still playing.
After we had both finished eating, I got up and went over and sat in Nathan’s lap. There was something about him that I found completely irresistible. “Are you ready for dessert now?” I asked as I started running my newly manicured nails up and down his chest.
“Beautiful, I have been waiting on dessert since you sent me that text this afternoon,” he quietly said as he began to twist the end of my curls with his fingers.
“Let’s go inside. I have something for you,” I whispered as I stood and pulled him inside with me. I sat him down in the chair in the middle of the room and then skipped to the perfect song I found to give him what I owed him.
Ariana Grande may be a bit cheesy for the moment, but as I said before, I was a lyrics girl. Plus, I wanted to keep things sexy and fun and not have it all get too serious. As soon as the beat began to play, I moved my hips along with the music and slowly inched myself closer to where Nathan was sitting. I loved watching the color of his hazel eyes deepen when he watched me dance. Moving behind where he was sitting, I reached down, grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it right off his body. This was our dance and I was going to enjoy it just as much as he was going to.
Sliding my body back around, so I was face to face with him, I couldn't help but kiss his sexy lips. My insides burned the moment I ran my fingers across his rock hard abs. Running my fingers across his rock hard abs, made my insides burn. He had a way of turning me on by just looking in my direction. Nathan quickly grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head. I felt his erection starting to grow when he saw the bra and panty set I found while out shopping today.
“No. Fucking. Way. My beautiful, butterfly.”
“Why thank you. I found these today while out shopping and knew that I needed to wear them for you.”
“You're an absolutely stunning woman, Ryann,” he growled, right before our mouths roughly crashed together. It was the kind of kiss that you felt i
n every inch of your body. Our tongues greedily invaded each other’s mouth. Lacing my fingers behind his neck, Nathan's fists took a tight grip in my hair, continuing to push our mouths together. He stood up from the chair and lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist, never breaking our kiss, and carried me into our bedroom.
Expecting Nathan to put me down on the bed, I was surprised when I found myself standing in front of our fully open floor to ceiling window. Not as nice as Vegas, but the view from our top floor room wasn’t too shabby. “Nice view,” I commented.
“The view is perfect from where I’m standing,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his body up against mine. Almost immediately, his hands started exploring my body. He slowly began trailing his fingers along my stomach, goosebumps instantly appearing on my skin. He continued to move up my body until both of his strong hands cupped my breasts. When I felt the slight pain of his thumb and finger pinching my nipple, I couldn’t help but moan. The more I moaned, the harder Nathan worked my nipples. It was fucking sensational. When he took one hand off my breast I was tempted to whine, until he dove into my panties. With one hand Nathan continued to pinch both my nipples and with the other he began to gently rub my clit. I honestly don’t remember the last time anything had felt that damn good. Leaning forward, I braced myself on the windows to keep from falling, while Nathan used this opportunity to place kisses up and down my back.
“I have been waiting for this night, Ryann. A night that I didn’t have to share you with work or old memories. Just us making new memories,” he shared as he pulled me back into his arms. “But most of all, butterfly, I've been dying to taste this delicious body of yours.”
Nathan picked me up in his arms and gently laid me down on the bed behind us. He covered my body with his, propping himself up on his elbows. “You really are fucking beautiful,” he murmured across my lips, then started kissing me.
“You’re not too bad yourself, handsome,” I quietly replied as I ran my nails up and down his sides. Nathan moved his kisses down my neck and across my chest. I felt my breath hitch the first time his mouth met my breasts. He continued to caress, lick, and gently bite each of nipples, I could feel my panties starting to get wet. He reached down and dipped his finger deep within my folds, there was no way for me not to scream out his name.
“Mmmm, baby you're so wet. I have been dreaming about what you taste like since the moment I first saw you in that black see through dress you were wearing. Can I taste you, Ryann?” Nathan almost begged.
“Please Nathan. Please.”
He moved down my body and pulled my panties off, throwing them to the side. Gently, he moved his hands down and pushed my legs apart, rubbing his fingers in my eager, wet pussy. The moans continued to escape my throat. I couldn’t help it. It'd been so long since I’d been touched by a man, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold my orgasm back for much longer.
As soon as Nathan’s tongue brushed over my clit I felt like I was going to explode. My hands couldn’t help but go straight to his head and to run my fingers through his hair. “Baby, I’m going to cum,” I barely got out between breaths.
“You are so sweet, butterfly. So god damn delicious. Cum. Cum on my tongue, Ryann,” Nathan said, continuing the assault on my pussy. I couldn't hold back any longer and exploded.
Not even realizing Nathan still had his pants on, he stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground. I couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time with this stupid shit-eating grin on my face. The man standing in front of me was fucking hot as hell, with perfectly muscles, amazing tattoos, and these golden hazel eyes that would melt my panties any day. My mouth immediately started watering the second he pulled down his boxer briefs and let his cock spring free. I didn’t have much to compare it to figuring I was with the same man for the last nine years, but Nathan was huge. Having this man inside me was something I was looking forward to.
Nathan walked over to the nightstand and picked up his phone. At first I couldn’t help but think what the hell is going on? Please don’t let asshole Nathan appear again. Oh, God, please don’t take any pictures. Then Earned It by The Weekend started playing and I was pissed at myself for thinking the worst again. I heard the unmistakable rip of the condom wrapper. I don’t even remember the last time I had sex with a condom. I thought about telling Nathan about not being able to have kids thing, but I didn’t think now was the right time.
“Ryann? What’s going on in that beautiful mind? Stop thinking and just enjoy,” Nathan reminded me. Hovering his body over mine, he barely placed the tip of his cock in my folds, driving me fucking crazy. It was driving me fucking crazy. “Butterfly, are you ok?” he asked as he tucked my hair behind my ears.
I nodded. “I'm more than fine.” I bucked my hips up to push him inside me just a little further.
He complied, and continued to slowly move in and out of me as my insides managed to clamp around every inch of him. The way he kissed me each time we moved together sent shockwaves through my core. “You feel so fucking good. So tight around my cock. Baby, I’m not going to last very long.”
Knowing that I wasn’t far from having a second orgasm myself, I moved my hips to match the rhythm of his. “Go, Nathan,” I screamed, while digging my nails into his sides as he pounded the life out of me, which ended us orgasming together.
Nathan quickly got up and threw the condom away, grabbing us a towel to clean up with. As I laid there thinking about what just happened, I couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” he asked as he started to clean me up.
“Nothing, really. Just Ashlynn was right,” I giggled.
“What the hell does that mean?” Nathan asked looking confused and a little upset. “I've never fucked with any of those girls.”
“Good. No, she said sleeping with a client could get messy, and she may be right. But is it better to say I slept with my boss?” I asked seriously with a bit a sarcasm. I’m not sure which one came out more.
Nathan laid back down next to me and lifted my chin so that our eyes could meet. “How about saying you made love to your man?”
“I like that.”
I spent the next day lounging by the pool and sipping margaritas, thinking about Nathan and what I had planned on doing to him later. But, I also started to think about what it meant to have him as my man when I went back to work the following week? That evening, Nathan insisted that we stay in again. He said he would be willing to share me when we went back to Vegas, but not tonight. We ordered room service, made love almost everywhere in that room, and fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Since Nathan had made it to the final table, I decided to watch the end of the tournament. The whole thing was very intense and quiet. I was so used to a room of rambunctious five-year-olds that this seemed deathly still. I kept trying not to look at Nathan because I didn’t want to distract him, but damn he was hard not to look at. After eight long hours, I was thrilled to be able to watch my man take first place. Holy shit, that’s a $75,000 paycheck. I barely make that in two years.
After his win, Nathan came over to me and kissed me deeply. “You, butterfly, are my good luck charm.”
On the way back to Las Vegas, Nathan noticed my lack of conversation. “What’s up?” Nathan asked as he reached over and grabbed my hand.
“How will this all work, Nathan? Us? Me stripping? It all just seems weird,” I knew I was rambling but I'd never been in a situation like that before.
“Of all people, Ryann, I understand stripping is a job that you can make great, fast money. Do I like the idea of other men staring at my woman? No. But I do get it. We’ll figure us out along the way. I trust you and your limits. But I will ask you not to do any more private rooms with G please.” The way he stared me with those pleading eyes told me I would not turn down his request.
“I can do that, Nathan,” I softly said, leaning into his shoulder.
“Keep what’s under here for me,” he growled as he ran his han
d underneath my skirt.
Dark Necessities
The past weekend was one the best damn weekends I have had in a long time. I had a connection with Ryann, a feeling that has not been there in some time. This woman was something special to me, a girl I wanted to get to know better, despite the fact that she was a dancer. I remembered she said that she is only working at The Cave while her show was on hiatus for the summer, but I haven’t quite figured out why she hasn’t talked about her regular show yet. There was some weird shit in Vegas, but she doesn’t seem the type to be involved in that. At least, I hope she wasn’t
On the way back from Laughlin, Ryann and I decided it might be best if I wasn’t at the club so much this week. She told me she only had a few weeks left and needed to make some money before the summer was over and that me being there would be a distraction for her. I had to laugh when she added that she didn’t want to see Ashlynn’s hands massaging my body. I probably would have argued with her a little more if I hadn’t seen on the internet that G had to go back to Boston for a family emergency. I will just let Ryann think she won this one.
After spending the last three nights wrapped in my woman’s arms, the last thing I wanted to do was let my butterfly go. I called Molly and she had no problem staying one more night. For the money I was paying her, there shouldn’t be any problems. I wanted one more night where I knew Ryann’s tits would only be seen by me.
Before going to bed, Ryann wanted to take a shower after the drive home. We walked directly to her bedroom, put our stuff down, and went to the shower. I turned on the water for her and went to leave respecting her privacy.
“Hey, where are you going?” she asked when she grabbed my hand.
“Giving you some privacy, baby,” I responded.
“Nope, not this time,” she smiled at me. “This time I need help washing those hard to reach places.”
Before the words even finished leaving her mouth, both of us were ripping off each other’s clothes off. The slightest touch of her nails sent an immediate spark to my dick. Fuck, I needed to be inside her again. Once we stepped into the shower, Ryann instantly relaxed into my body, and allowed the hot water to wash over us. She had to be feeling my erection pushing into her back, there was no way of denying what this girl does to me.