Imperfect Love: Cheeky (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Natasha Madison

  He looks around us before he turns back to me and whispers roughly, “You are really sitting here discussing sex like we would discuss what restaurants we want to hit this week.” He drags his hand down his face. “Is this not turning you on?”

  “Oh, believe me, I’m turned on, Bradley. I’m soaking wet,” I tell him. “But I’ve also wanted this for a long time. We’ve got a week, and I want to make sure we hit every single thing I’ve fantasized about doing with you. And let me tell you another thing, you can bet my knickers that I’m going to love every minute of doing these things.”

  He stands up abruptly, grabbing my hand, and yanking me into the cabana behind him. He pushes me down onto the lounge chair inside and walks back over to draw the drapes and hang the privacy sign. I open my mouth to say something, but the look on his face stops me from talking.

  His jaw is hard, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are heated. “I sat out there while you gave me a laundry list of your sexual fantasies like you were rattling off the sites you wanted to see while you’re here.

  “I sat there while you talked about taking my cock into your sweet mouth. I sat there while you talked about me cumming in your mouth. I sat there while you told me you want me to spank you and pull your hair while I fucked you fast and hard. I sat there while you told me you wished we bought crotchless panties because you thought it was so hot,” he says as he straddles the end of the lounger, forcing my legs open, and sits in between them.

  “All the while, I’m picturing everything that came out of your mouth, and it was all I could do to stop myself from shutting that mouth up by stuffing it full of my cock,” he says all this while leaning into me, his chest pressed against mine, hands braced on the armrests on either side of me. I’m squirming and panting, and when I shift to squeeze my legs together, he stops me.

  “Not so fast there, love,” he says with a smirk. “You see, all your talk may have gone straight to my cock, but the only thing I can think about is making you cum. With my tongue.” He reaches behind me, pulling the seatback up, and uses his body to force me to sit up straight. He drapes both of my legs over the armrest, spreading them wide.

  “Umm, I mean…I’m not going to say no. But...” Two fingers slide into the gusset of my bikini bottom and move it to the side.

  His eyes are trained on my pussy as he runs one finger over the neatly trimmed strip of hair there and then down over the bare lips of my seam. “A landing strip,” he says while he continues to softly run his finger over me.

  I’m white-knuckling the armrests and the only thing running through my mind is holy shit, is this really happening?

  “Do you know why it’s called a landing strip, Lexi?” he asks me, and I really hope he isn’t expecting me to answer, because I don’t think I’m capable of forming words right now. I shake my head no as he schools me. “So you know where to cum when you pull out.” His finger breaches my lips to run through my slit and circle my clit. “I’m going to eat your pussy now,” he tells me as he applies a bit of pressure to the little button, and I whimper as I nod my head.

  I watch as his hips scoot back on the lounger, bringing his torso flat against it with his face right where it needs to be. He looks up at me as he uses his thumbs to open my pussy while he licks his lips.

  “So fucking pretty.” He groans right before he presses his mouth to my pussy, running his tongue from my opening to my clit in one lick. My hips buck at the feel of his tongue against me. “Easy there, we’re just getting started.”

  I watch his mouth work my pussy as his tongue twirls around my clit. I watch as he slowly slides two fingers into me and groans.

  “So fucking tight,” he says as he twists his wrist and glides them in and draws them out at an almost torturous pace. He leans back in and runs his tongue all the way around my clit and then pulls it into his mouth, sucking on it while flicking it softly with his tongue. My pussy begins to pulse and I grip the armrests at my sides harder.

  “I can feel you throbbing around my fingers. Are you close?” he asks, his fingers continuing to pump into me. His thumb lands on my clit and begins to slide across it from side to side as his fingers move in and out of me.

  “Yes,” I answer him breathlessly while watching his fingers disappear inside me. “It’s so good.”

  “Let me ask you something, love.” He leans in and takes my clit in his mouth, lightly biting down on it then soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. My orgasm is so close that my toes are starting to curl. If I could manage to let go of the armrests, I’d sink my hands into his hair and pull his face deeper into me. I’m so close, I’m frantically moving my hips with his fingers. “Have you ever squirted before?”

  I shake my head, my eyes closed. I concentrate on everything I’m feeling. He’s rubbing my G-spot at just the right angle.

  “You see, there is this little spot inside of you, right here,” he says as he taps that exact spot, and my body jerks in response. “Now, with the right amount of pressure and friction on this spot”—he starts, pressing against it as he rubs the pad of his finger over it faster—“the orgasm you’ll have will be unlike any of the others,” he says while he applies pressure with his thumb on my clit. “You hear that?” he asks me, and I’m trying to understand him, I’m trying to focus on him, but I don’t think I can. I can hear how wet I am, but I’m too busy barreling toward an explosion to care.

  “Brad, baby, I’m going to come,” I say on a moan as the orgasm rolls over me. My head falls back against the seat as my spine bows off of it. He continues to work my pussy, those wicked fingers of his grazing over my G-spot with each pass. His fingers start doing something so fantastic, it’s indescribable. I’ve never felt anything like this, it’s too much. I’m nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. “I don’t think I can take it.” I whimper.

  He ignores that while his fingers continue their assault, pressing down and stroking fast, when he does me in by sucking on my clit. My vision goes hazy and darkness creeps in around the edges. My pussy spasms around his fingers and with two more thrusts, I come in what I can only describe as a splash. My pussy convulses around his fingers, pushing them out a bit, but he keeps right on pumping, drawing this orgasm out for an eternity. He doesn’t stop until I finish contracting around his fingers as my orgasm ebbs.

  “What the fuck just happened?” I ask, my chest heaving, a sheen of sweat coating my limp body. I’m sitting here trembling and shuddering with aftershocks, and he’s licking his fingers clean.

  “That, love, was a squirting orgasm, and the first of many orgasms I plan on giving you this week.”

  “I really fucking enjoyed that,” I say as my breathing starts to regulate. I look down between my still spread legs, and I’m shocked at the sight of a huge wet stain on the cushion. “Holy shit, did I do that?”

  “Well, it certainly wasn’t me,” he says, getting up to get me a cloth.

  “Hey, get back here. You aren’t the only one who gets to have fun.” I sit up, crooking my finger at him.

  Chapter Eight

  Bradley

  I watch her pussy gush all over my fingers, and the sight is almost enough to make me cum without even touching myself. She’s squeezing the shit out of my fingers, and I can’t wait to slide into her. I’ll have to go slow at first, but I’ll be pounding into her five times a day if she’ll let me.

  I pull my fingers out of her, licking them clean. I can’t get enough of her taste. Sweet and tart, and I could get lost in her for hours.

  “Hey, get back here. You aren’t the only one who gets to have fun,” she says as she sits up.

  I turn to watch her while she walks over to me, the sounds of people splashing in the pool in the background.

  She stops right in front of me, resting her palm in the middle of my chest. She pushes up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. “Your turn, Bradley.” She sinks down to her knees, her palm gliding down my body with her. It lands on the waistband of my board shorts as she brings the o
ther hand up, dipping her fingers under the band. Looking up at me from her knees, she asks, “Are you ready?”

  I’m hard enough to pound nails at the moment, and without taking my eyes off her, I nod as I reply, “Yes.”

  She slowly pulls my shorts down, and my cock springs free. She inhales sharply at her first sight of me. What can I say? I’ve been blessed in the size area.

  “Holy shit, Bradley.” She tries to wrap her hand around my girth, but her fingers don’t make it all the way around. She slides her hand down my shaft to the base, giving a little squeeze there before sliding it back up. My eyes never leave her hands as they move on me.

  I hiss out, “Fuck.” I’m primed, and I know it won’t be long until I cum all over her hand. I close my eyes and grit my teeth against the pleasure. When I do, she chooses that moment to lean in and swipe her tongue through the pre-cum that has pooled at the tip. She twirls her tongue around the head, and then I feel her mouth close over it as she sucks on the tip.

  “Fuck,” I say, plunging my hand into her hair as she begins to take me deeper. Her mouth moves down on me, taking a bit more each time as her hand at the base moves up to meet it.

  Her mouth continues to move on me while one of her hands runs through her wetness and brings it to help the movements of her other hand. It moves up with a twist before it slides back down. Every few downward strokes, she gives a little squeeze at my base. “I’m really looking forward to you fucking me.” She purrs against my cock before she sucks me into her mouth again, taking me even deeper than before.

  Her hot mouth all over me has me pushed to the edge. My hips move on their own, fucking her mouth while I guide her head with my hands. I’m on edge, I’m so close. I can feel my balls beginning to pull tight when she lifts her mouth off of me. “Not so fast,” she says, kissing and licking her way down my shaft before she takes one of my balls into her mouth, gently sucking on it and teasing it softly with her tongue before she moves to the other. She runs her tongue up the underside of my cock in one firm lick that sends a bolt of lightning tingling down my spine before it zings in my balls.

  I reach for her head and plunge my hands into her soft hair, gripping it on either side as I start to fuck her mouth with purpose. Two days of teasing, of hard-ons with little to no relief, of wanting her has built up into this need that is driving me right now. “Right now, you’re going to give me what I need, aren’t you, Lexi?”

  When she looks up at me from her position at my feet and just opens her mouth wider, I can’t do anything but groan.

  “This might be about me right now, Lexi, but tonight? Tonight, I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I tell her. If her tight grip on my thighs and the way her breathing picks up are anything to go by, then she obviously likes dirty talk. Noted. “And while I’m pounding into you, I’m going to do every single one of those things you talked about out there earlier.”

  She relaxes her throat, taking me in deep, and she hollows her cheeks to suck hard when I withdraw. She moans while I fuck her mouth, and I feel the vibration from it in my balls. She brings her hand back into play, cupping my balls and rolling them carefully while one of her fingers rubs against my perineum. Her tongue twirls around the head of my cock and she starts to hum as I thrust faster. When my balls start to tighten again, I grip her hair harder, not letting her tease me this time.

  “Gonna cum,” I warn her, letting her make the decision to swallow or not.

  She glides her hands up to my ass, digging the fingers of both hands into the muscle to hold on as I explode right down her throat. I continue thrusting into her mouth as burst after burst of cum shoots from my cock into her mouth, and she swallows it all.

  I slow my thrusts to a stop as my climax finishes. Lexi slowly slides her mouth off my cock with a little kiss to the top of my head. She sits back on her haunches, eyes on mine, a small smile playing across her lips. “We are leaving now,” I tell her as I help her stand up.

  She continues to look at me with that little smile on her pretty face. She plants a hand on my chest, pushes up on her toes, and kisses me on the jaw.

  “Let’s go. Grab your things.”

  I’m a man on a mission now and that mission is to fuck her into tomorrow.

  She laughs a little. “Wow, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t just get a blow job.” She puts on her cover-up, gathers the rest of her things, and then turns to me to ask, “Are we finally going to have sex?”

  I walk right up to her, not stopping until we are chest to chest. “We’re going to fuck, love. Hard.” She grins up at me and turns to walk away as I smack her ass hard. She yelps but stops right in her tracks.

  She looks at me over her shoulder and tells me, “I liked that a lot. That made my pussy throb.” She walks out of the cabana and into the sun. She waits for me at the lounge chairs, just watching people swim, until I walk up beside her, grab her hand, and lead us inside.

  The cold air hits us right away once we walk into the hotel. We have to zig-zag through the crowds of people to get to the elevator. The ever-present sounds of slot machines and people cheering their big winning fill the air, reminding us what Vegas is all about. I press the elevator button, holding her hand tight. “Oh! We should go to a sex store and get some toys! I’ve always wanted to get some.”

  I just shake my head and chuckle.

  “What?” she asks with a little shrug. “I guess I didn’t mention that, did I?” The elevator pings as the doors open, and we wait for it to clear out so we can get on.

  She stands in front of me, and my hands go to her hips to bring her closer to me. She rests her head on my shoulder, turning her head to kiss me. My mouth comes down on hers. It’s natural, it’s hot, and it feels fucking right.

  She turns in my arms, our mouths never breaking the kiss as our tongues continue to dance with each other. My hands roam from her hips up to her sides to rest right below her spectacular tits, and I make mental notes to not only spend some quality time with them tonight but also to fuck them at some point this week. The elevator stops, and our mouths move away from each other with one last kiss.

  We walk to the room. She turns, walking backward in front of me. “You know what I want to try?” She smiles mischievously. “Anal plugs.”

  This woman is going to give me a heart attack. “Jesus.”

  “It’s supposed to be really good. I read about it in Cosmo. We should try it.” She stops at the door while I use the key to open it.

  Her mouth drops open as her wide eyes take in the surprise I had set up in the suite. Candles flicker all around the room and on the dining table are cans of whipped cream, chocolate syrup, caramel, cherries, and ice cream. There is also another bottle of champagne and a bowl of strawberries.

  Rose petals litter the floor like a carpet of roses. The curtains are drawn and the room glows from the candlelight.

  More rose petals adorn the bed in the shape of a heart. I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. Water vases line the room with white tea candles floating in them. The bathtub is filled with bubbles and rose petals.

  “This is amazing,” she says with a smile as she looks around. “Are we going to soak in that tub?” She slides the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. She pulls it past her breasts, and it skims the rest of her body on its way to pool on the floor at her feet. She reaches her arms behind her neck to undo the clip and then moves to the one at the middle of her back. She pulls the top away, letting it dangle from her finger for a moment before dropping it to the floor. She hooks her thumbs into the straps of her bottoms, sliding them over her hips as they travel down her legs to join the other garments at her feet.

  She is fucking perfection. From the tips of her spectacular tits to the little landing strip that leads to heaven, she is straight out of a wet dream. She is what every man on earth fantasizes about and wishes would walk into their life. And she’s fucking mine. Well, at least for the week she is.

  “So, I was thinking, what hap
pened in the cabana was a bit like being on a runaway train.” I walk up to her, running my thumbs softly over her nipples before I slide my hands down her sides to rest at her waist. “So, we’re going to slow it down by taking a nice bath together.” I kiss her neck, while her hands circle around my waist. “Then we’re hopping back on that train and seeing where it takes us. Deal?”

  “Ohh, I can’t wait until your train pulls into my station,” she says with a wink. Her sense of humor is so refreshing.

  She walks to the tub, testing the water with her hand. “It’s perfect,” she says as she steps in and sits down. The tub is deep, and when she sinks into the bubbles, she is covered almost to her neck.

  I push my shorts down, walk over to the tub, and slide in facing her. I watch her watching me as she smiles. “What are you thinking about?” I ask her.

  “You asked me on the plane what was something I wanted to do in Vegas.” She moves closer to me, and I open my arms so she can come even closer to me. “Well, I read about this strip club called Sapphire.”

  I nod at her while I move her hair off her shoulder, and she wraps her legs around my hips as my mind wanders to her sliding down on me. “Okay,” I say, bringing my hands up to cup her tits. The water and bubbles have made her skin slick and my thumbs glide back and forth over her nipples.

  “Well, they have these private rooms there, and”—she circles her hips on me—“I wanted to have sex in one of them. While we watched the women dance.”

  Holy shit, that’s fucking hot. “You want someone to watch you having sex?” I pull her closer to me.

  “Not exactly.” She kisses my lips softly. “I haven’t thought through all the details yet.” She wraps her hands around my neck. “I need to see what those rooms are like, then we can discuss the plan.” She finishes talking by placing her mouth on mine and sliding her tongue into my mouth. The kiss turns hot fast, and we practically consume each other. I haven’t spent so much time just kissing a woman in my life, yet if all we did was kiss, I would be just as content.