It always makes my hazel eyes pop as well, so Anton is definitely going to want to fuck me again in this number. I know I should be thinking about more than that, but what he does to me is mind-blowing. It’s going to be a drug I come back to regardless of anything else, for as long as I have access to it. I am fine admitting to being addicted of Anton's hand and cock.
Once I am ready, I get a shuttle to the exact address I was given. I get a funny look but no comment. After all, these drivers are paid enough at this hotel for their silence. I wonder what they have witnessed before, surely worse things than me headed on a date to wherever this was taking me.
As the shuttle turns down a street, I can see a difference instantly in the scenery. This street is something historical and old, and it’s the large theatre that looks like something straight out of The Great Gatsby. I am not sure what to think as I get out and go inside, finding the door unlocked for me even though this place looks abandoned. And then I hear the sounds of a movie playing and follow it to the back of the theatre, a place covered in red velvet and gold.
There are two men that stand to greet me at the open door to one of the cinema rooms. They are dressed just like I figure they would be if this was the 1920s or 30s. I get more excited as I walk in to see a black and white movie showing on the screen. Walking down the dark aisle, my eyes adjust, and I find that a table and two chairs have been set up at the front, a champagne bottle and two glasses already out and waiting.
I am speechless, as a man dressed in a full-on suit with tails at the back and slicked back dark hair pulls out a seat for me, as I stare into the eyes of the man who arranged this just for me. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever believe someone would be so creative and romantic for me, especially after I was certain we had just had sex and that was it.
“Do you approve?” he asks in a low tone, his dark eyes sparkling with the light of the screen to my right. I nod, unable to say anything just yet. I am taking it all in. “I wanted to plan something as beautiful as you.” I roll my eyes at the cheesy line even though my heart is eating this all up.
I sit there and sip at expensive champagne and taste each course as it is served; four in all. Each one tastes like it was made with care by the best chef in Miami. It might have been. “This is all so gorgeous,” I say, finally finding my voice again. “I am rarely speechless.”
“I am glad you have found your voice again because I was hoping to get to know you a little better.”
Funny, because I am hoping to get to know him a little. I know his name and guess at the fact that Riske is his club. I can tell he is a powerful man by the way he summoned me and the way he got this theatre to shut down just for us. It takes more than just money alone to do these things. “Well, I’m Natasha, and I am here with my best friend Bethany on a girls’ trip. I met a mysterious man at a club, and here I am on a date with him,” I say, knowing he appreciates my wit. Although, I realize I am coming off as a bit of a brat.
Anton smiles at me and leans back in his seat thoughtfully. “Well, I am sure it’s only fair I share something about me as well. I am a club owner and investor. Riske is not the only club I own. I am sure you might have figured that out already. It’s simply the latest.” I nod. I can tell he is going to make this difficult for me, so I let it go for now. He can keep his secrets for the moment, but I will get them one day. “What do you do for a living?”
The way he asks it fits perfectly in with this environment; old-fashioned. There is something I like about it. He has this air of elegance that men don't have any longer. “Truth? I know this doesn't make any sense considering what I look like, it always throws people off, but I am like a modern Joanna Gaines,” I say with a nervous laugh. It’s true. I absolutely love what I do; taking old things and making them new again. Not exactly the kind of life someone with a family like mine typically has, but it’s a part of me.
“So, you refurbish?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, I take old furniture, the kind that looks like it has ancient history embedded into it and make it new again. I actually have my own shop in Seattle,” I tell him, inadvertently revealing where I am from. Maybe it's too much too fast, but I am on vacation, not here forever, and between this champagne and the way his eyes always look right through me, I can’t keep from divulging. “It’s actually pretty busy,” I add, unsure if it’s because I want to impress him.
“You’re right that you don't necessarily fit the part of the girl who refurbishes furniture, but I can tell when you talk about it you are passionate. You know, I visit Seattle a couple of times a month because I have some restaurants and clubs there I need to check on, make sure they are running efficiently.”
My heart skips a beat at that. The thought of him being able to see me after I leave is enough to set me off.
“Can I see you when I come out?” he asks.
“Yes, I would like that.” Inside my stomach is doing backflips. Something about him intrigues me like no other. I can tell that there is so much more beneath the surface, and fuck me, but I want to find out.
Our dessert comes out, and I see that there is only one slice of decadent pie that looks to die for. Normally, sharing a dessert with a man would make me feel a little kiddish. In fact, it’s something that Bethany and I do on occasion. However, as I pick up a fork and him the other, it feels almost sensual the way we each take from an end and place it in our mouths at the same time. He is watching me chew while the sugary orgasm goes off in my mouth. I can tell his thoughts are impure, possibly imagining what else this mouth can do. I just might show him.
The movie has already changed to another, a romance I have never seen before, and as we finish the last delectable bite, Anton offers for me to come sit on the seats with him and watch. His arm wraps around my upper back, and I settle into him. He begins to stroke my shoulder, and our knees bump. I leave mine there, rubbing my thigh against his without looking at him.
My dress slips up my leg so that my skin is now against his pants, and I catch him looking out of the corner of his eye. Before I know it, his finger is on my chin, forcing me to look at him as he leans over me, his lips so close. I close the distance between us, feeling greedy as I take his lips on mine, sucking on his lip. I leave a little nibble mark on the bottom one before he moves down to my neck with his hot breath.
I notice for the first time that the man serving us has not come back since he gave us dessert. We are completely alone to do what we please. “I want to taste you,” I say. “I’m still hungry.”
I can see the wanting in him as he pulls back from me to unzip his pants. He pulls out his cock, and it’s already rock hard. I get on my knees in front of him, ready to worship him. I place my hand on his hard member, my hand barely getting around him as I bring him up to my mouth. My eyes penetrate his as I lead the head of his cock to my mouth. I take it in, swirling my tongue around it lightly as he begins to get wet, drops of precum landing in my mouth so I can get a sneak peek at his flavor.
I taste him further, wrapping my lips around him. It is not without effort, but this is not my first by any means. As I begin to suck on him, a moan escapes his lips. Anton takes me by the top of my head as he begins to thrust into my mouth, penetrating the back of my throat with his shaft. My mouth hangs on, and I use my tongue and lips to please him while he takes control, fucking my throat as if it were my pussy. My hair is wrapped in his hand as he yanks it, holding onto my reins. I am his fucking pony, but I can't wait to ride him.
He yanks me off of him, the sides of my lips splitting a little and my hair pulling at my scalp. The bottom of the dress is ripped off as he growls, looking more animal than human. I sure hope he can get me out of here only half dressed, but then nothing matters as he takes off my thong and buries his face inside of me.
I almost fall, but he holds me firm to his face by my hips as I step out awkwardly for a better reach. His tongue is sensational as it laps me up. I moan. “Anton,” I sigh as my wetness drips onto
his tongue. I know I am close and the fact that he stops lets me know he is aware as well.
He lifts me up, setting me straight down onto him as my knees fall to each side of his hips. He is impaling me, showing my pussy no mercy as he thrusts up, using his arm strength to take me on the ride of my life. If I had any breath I would call out his name and tell him to fuck me, but my breath is gone.
My mind is gone.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 3
We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.
- Anonymous
Natasha
It’s the end of our trip and the end of the week. Unfortunately, this means that it’s time to go back to reality. I have spent most of my time each day with Anton, though I have been sure to make time for Bethany as well. The two of them seem to even get along pretty well, which is important. I don't know what it is about this man specifically. There are so many things to choose, from his looks to his alpha male ways that I could pick, but I think that's it. He’s the whole package, and I just feel that it clicks with Anton. It is so early to tell, but it feels right. Who knows, this could just be our insane chemistry that draws me to him so much.
He offered to take Bethany and I to the airport today but imagine my surprise when instead of taking the direction to the main airport where we landed our first day here in Miami, we ended up at a small airport. Specifically, a private airport. It doesn’t take me long to figure out that Anton wants us to fly home on his jet.
We get out of the car right there on the landing strip in front of a large, luxurious plane. I knew he was rich, but not this rich. It begs me to wonder what else he does.
“This is friggin awesome!” Bethany squealed, the wind whipping her blonde hair back as she adjusts her Gucci sunglasses. “Thank your boyfriend,” she says a little quieter to me, and I give her a look.
“You didn't have to do this for us, Anton,” I say as his arm comes to wrap around my waist.
“I wanted to do it,” he informs me, doing that thing that drives me crazy where he's right in my ear. It’s like his signature move, I swear. It's going to kill me. “If I want to do things for the woman I'm dating, I very well will,” he adds.
I don't mind the way he lords that over me. It feels thoughtful rather than controlling. At least, I hope I am right about that. “It's time to go,” I say as Bethany makes her way on board, probably going to check out the comfy seats or complimentary libations. I linger as I turn around to look at Anton, his eyes and hands on me, sliding up my body and then across my cheek.
“I don't want you seeing anyone,” he says suddenly, starting the conversation I've been holding my breath for. “No other men. Just me. I know that it isn't fair; that normal people don't just see their significant others just a few times a month. Every time I have a few days off or I am in town for business, I will see you. I promise.”
I am a little taken aback by this. It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I am not about to protest. I expected to see him in Seattle for a few rounds of fucking when he was in town. Never did I expect him to want to exclusively date me, but I can’t deny that I am feeling something strong for him.
Anton shakes his head. “I know it sounds crazy, but I feel drawn to you.”
I can tell his confidence is depleted at his words. He doesn’t know how I feel about this. So, I giggle and lean into his chest. “It’s the same for me.” His lips are on mine as soon as it comes out of my mouth, and this kiss is rough, one to remember until the next time.
“You behave, my feisty little redhead, until I see you again.” I laugh and make an ‘X’ over my chest to cross my heart before I run to the steps of the plane. If I don’t, I’ll never leave.
CHAPTER 4
Keep calm and let karma finish it. - The.Success.Club
Anton
This morning, I found myself on the same landing strip where I took my private jet back to Miami less than a week ago after visiting my girl. Yes, I called her that. It's crazy, really. I am a fucking crazy man, crazy in love that is with an exasperating and mystical creature I have been dating now for almost a month.
Of course, I immediately sent her a message to let her know I was back in Seattle and ready to see her. I left out the reason I am here though, beyond the fact that it’s for business. I actually got a lead, a very important one, that I have been tracking down for a long time. One of my many jobs as the leader of a Clan Balan is to protect the king and queen of the Clans if you will, and a hit was out on Mariana, our queen. I was doing everything in my power to make sure that never happened again and the fucker responsible was brought to justice. As fate would have it, my investigation led me right here to the town where my girl lives. I am taking the night to be with her, and then tomorrow night, there will be hell to pay for the bastard who thought he could fuck with us.
I hear the click of her heels on the floor before I see her. I sent a car to pick her up and bring her to our date at this restaurant, my restaurant to be precise.
When I see her, both my heart and my dick come to life, her dark red hair standing out like a flame against the emerald off-the-shoulder dress she has on. The woman looks good in everything, and in nothing.
I lick my lips before standing and helping her into her seat, pushing the chair in for her as I nibble at her ear just the way she likes. I see the goosebumps as they rise on the back of her neck. “Hello gorgeous,” I say before I take my own set again. “Order anything you want, it's on me.” I wink at her, innuendo entirely intended.
“Is that because you own this place? You know, eventually we are going to run out of places you own and you might have to take me somewhere else,” she teases, pulling out her menu to take a look as she flips her hair behind her. I relish in her beautiful scent, like spring rain.
“You would be surprised how many places I can take you to that I own,” I shoot back at her with a chuckle.
The waitress comes up to us, and her eyes are on me. She is lucky that Natasha's eyes are still on her menu, otherwise, I know a fight would break out right here and now. She is not the kind of woman to put up with any competition, but I like it; her jealousy, her fire. It is a perfect match to mine.
We order our meal and enjoy it together, continuing this witty banter that is like foreplay. Actually, it is foreplay because I fully plan on fucking her senseless in my hotel room tonight.
When it’s time for dessert, I decide to get cheeky when the waitress asks us. “We’ll be taking dessert to go tonight,” I tell her without taking my eyes off of Natasha as I watch her blush. The waitress is smiling awkwardly also catching my drift. “What do you want?” I ask Natasha, pointing to the dessert menu.
She looks down, studying it for a moment. “I’ll take the dark chocolate espresso brownie,” she said with a smile. It fits her, that dessert.
“I would like apple pie, please,” I say, beaming at Natasha instead of the waitress. There is no other woman in this room or anywhere for me, and I make that clear wherever I go without even trying to.
My sweet tooth gets to me as I watch her while we wait. I hope to get a lot of dessert tonight that doesn't just involve my apple pie. I want more of what I had the last time I was in Seattle and it involves removing that dress she has on.
I get impatient waiting, but luckily, my hotel isn't far off. I have my hand on her back the whole way out as I lead her down the street, just a short walk across to the luxury amenities and king size bed that await us. I can feel it coming off of her too, that she is excited, that she wants me. But I also feel something else growing between us that I have to respect and wrap my head around. When I am not with her, I think about her, her touch, her kiss, the way she always has a comeback to things. I don’t know if I am in love with her yet, but I know very well that I can get there.
We get to my room a little too slowly for my taste, and she kicks off her heels and sits on the bed with that come hither look in her eye. “Already begging for my body?�
�� I ask her.
“Maybe, or maybe this bed looks incredibly comfortable.” She lays back, and her hair spreads out underneath her like a fan. I follow suit, getting undressed except for my shirt and boxers and lay down next to her to see things from her angle. It was quite a comfortable bed, and I smile at her as I turn my head to the side. My hand slides over her stomach, igniting the heat inside of her as my hand moves down over her sensitive spot through her dress. I feel her becoming pliable, and she closes her eyes for a moment.
I let her this time, let her enjoy just the sensation of my hand exploring her body. I pull her dress up and grin as I see the easy access she has given me; no panties. My cock answers to the call in my pants, but I ignore it in favor of my tongue. I want to taste her again and have my share of dessert.
I push her knees up so that I can get my head between them, closing my eyes as I take in her musky scent. She is wet for me, and my fingers slide over her folds before I dive in deep. My tongue flicks at her clit a few times, making her shiver with the sensation of it. Then, my tongue travels down until it finds that perfect pink hole, dripping with her sweet juice. I drink it in, my tongue going inside of her and pumping in and out just like my cock will be soon.
I rub around her clit with my thumb, making circles so that it drives her mad. Her back arches as she moans for me, and my tongue gets faster. I hold her ass cheeks in my other hand, squeezing it every time she tenses for me. That's when I feel her shake, letting go right into my mouth with a sea of sweetness. I lick it all up and swallow it, knowing it is better than any pie from one of my restaurants.
I get up on my knees, pulling my boxers down as I smile down at her. Those hazel eyes are staring at me now, waiting to see what I will do next. I stand up and drag her to the end of the bed, her legs in the air over my shoulders. I love this view of how flexible she is and how I can see that pink, wet center of hers, waiting for me to claim it as mine.
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