by Mia Madison
Priscilla’s eyes were dark as she crawled to the edge of the bed. She didn’t hesitate and kissed my shaft. I closed my eyes against the silky touches and concentrated on not coming, but she made it hard. The sensation of her tongue skimming the underside grabbed my attention and I made a critical mistake. I looked down. My cock rested on her tongue, the bulbous head seeming so big against her lips and her eyes were playful. Yeah, I wasn’t going to last very long at all. Balling my firsts, I watched with wide eyes as her lips wrapped around the glans and it disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. I groaned as she swallowed my dick, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth. It was the most beautiful thing I’d seen in a long time.
I cupped the back of her head and guided her deeper, fascinated by the way my cock moved in and out of her mouth. She gagged and released my dick.
She smiled and wiped her mouth. “I’ve never done deep-throat. You’ll have to teach me how.”
I’d forgotten she wasn’t as experienced as my other girlfriends and I was looking forward to guiding her. I cupped her cheek and swiped her lip. “I will. But not now. I need to get inside you.”
Her lashes fluttered and she sat back, her legs spread. She passed me an innocent look and I took what she was offering. I couldn’t help wondering if she’d been this free, this passionate with her previous lovers. I was betting on a big fat no. The idea that this was for me, reached to my male core. I yanked the skimpy panties off and took a second to look at her bared for me, her pussy glistening with her juices. After the frenzied fuck last week, I wanted to slow down and experience everything that she was. I skimmed my eyes over her, from her perky breasts and down to her neatly trimmed pubes.
“Will you keep yourself like this for me always?” I croaked. “I like you just the way you are.”
Priscilla smiled and nodded and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I covered her body with mine and pressed my cock against her pussy. She was so hot and wet that I slipped in without much resistance. She gasped and I took her breast in my mouth. Her fingers dug into my ass as I plunged deep; as deep as I could go. She curled her limbs around me, and I felt as if I’d been captured by some heavenly creature intent in dragging me off to paradise.
“Please!” Priscilla whispered.
“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”
Her nails clawed at my skin and I cherished the little points of pain. “Fuck me, Ruben. Please. I want it hard.”
A shiver vibrated through me at her pleas. I liked a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. I pounded into her. She took everything I had to give, her cries filling my condo with passion. My balls tightened as I drove into her sweet, tight heat over and over until I thought I would lose my mind. She came twice for me, her pussy clenching and shuddering around my cock, her nails ripping me to shreds. I had wanted to go for number three, but she was too beautiful, too sexy. I spilled my load deep inside her, the pleasure so intense that little splotches of color floated before my eyes.
Priscilla was the one. The love of my life and I wanted to cherish her forever. New York would be a hassle if she didn’t come with and if she accompanied me, I knew we wouldn’t be leaving the hotel room much. Grinning like a lucky fool, I found her lips and kissed her until we couldn’t breathe.
Chapter Thirteen
Priscilla
I watched a pair of sparrows chattering in the tree. I was pretty sure they were a mated pair. It was strange, but I’d noticed things now like twitterpated birds and smiling couples as if the world were a little happier.
“Hey!” Jessica said and tugged on my hair. “Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
I offered her an apologetic look and returned my attention to my lunch. “Sorry, Jess.”
She clucked her tongue but I could see in her eyes that she was amused. Other than getting together for lunch between classes, we hadn’t spent much time together and I hated that I was being a bad friend.
“I get it,” she said and chuckled. “I mean… after you told me what Latin Spice did to you. I’d happy bare my ass for a spanking to a man like that.”
I covered her mouth. “Jesus, Jess. Announce it to the whole world.”
“Sorry. I think it’s great though,” she said. “Just remember we’re going to that Halloween party this year. Hell, he can come if he wants. Have him dress like a pirate, one of those sexy, shirt half-open types and we’re golden.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t forget you. I promise to send post cards as often as I can,” I teased. “Did I tell you he wants to take me to New York?”
Her jaw hung open for a moment. “Oh my God! Girl, you hit the lottery. I’m so jealous. Soon you will be off to Paris and Amsterdam and can you imagine the bling you will be rocking? I guess it is true about what they say. Not only are older men more experienced, but financially secure too. I have got to get me one of those.”
I grinned and erected my spine, feeling confident. Ruben was a total catch and I couldn’t help wanting to show him off. I had promised Jess I’d spy around his office to see if there were any available ‘friends’ she could hook up with. My smile died as I spotted Tim with a group of buddies coming this way. His amused expression dropped as he saw me and he hastily reversed direction and beat feet.
Jessica sputtered a laugh. “Please tell me you gave him a quick swift in the balls.”
“Can I tell you something? You have to promise not say anything to anyone. It’s serious,” I said.
“Oh shit. Are you pregnant?” Jessica inquired, her eyes wide with interest.
“What? No! It’s about Tim.” I glanced to where he had been and snickered to myself, glad he’d taken Ruben’s threat seriously. At least, he’d leave me alone but I made a mental note to ask Ruben not to actually hurt him. I wasn’t bothered by his past, but I did understand that men like him thought differently and worked out things in certain ways. “That night at the bar. Ruben showed up and saved me. That’s why I went back to his place.”
Jessica nodded slowly and leaned in, apparently sensing a juicy story. I gave her the quick and dirty, but made sure to avoid any major details about Rueben’s past life. “Wait, when you say he ran with the wrong people do you mean like the mob or something? I can so totally see him doing that. He looks dangerous.”
I bonked myself in the forehead. “No, not the organized kind. Anyway, the reason I’m telling you is because I need your help. I’m not sure how much my father knows about Ruben’s life but I need to figure out how to tell my parents that we are a thing. Mom asked me this morning who the new guy was. She said it was obvious because I’ve been grinning ear to ear constantly and dressing up.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That I wasn’t ready to introduce him,” I said and slouched. “What if Dad is pissed? What if I’ve ruined their friendship?”
She waved me away as if it were a non-issue. “It’s your life and you can fuck who you want.”
“Yeah but… Dad’s best friend,” I muttered, wondering why I hadn’t stressed over it sooner. Lust and love could make one blind to all else.
“Do you think he would be more worried about Latin Spice being twice your age, or the fact that they know each other?” Jess inquired.
I bit my lip. “You’re right. Probably the first.”
“Right. You got scrap paper and a pen? I’m going to give you all the counter arguments so that when that conversation comes up you’ll have ammunition.”
“How would you even know?” I huffed, wanting to be depressed, but feeling amazing despite the tense talk coming up with Dad.
Jess gave me that look at let me know she was hiding a lot of juicy stuff from me. I rolled my eyes and tore a piece of paper out of my note book.
“First up, you let him know adamantly that you are now an adult and are capable of making your own choices which includes who you fuck. Although, you might want to be a little more flowery with the language.”
“You think?” I
teased and scribbled it down.
“Second, you list all the benefits like financial security, house ownership, 401k and insurance benefits. After that you play on your father’ heart strings. Tell him how badly all your exes treated you and focus on how happy you are with Ruben. Detail his virtues, how he treats you with respect, etc. Go into detail, trust me.”
I eyed her suspiciously.
“Don’t give me that look. I’ve been hashing out all the deets for when I get my own Latin Spice,” she said and did a once over on one of the instructors as he walked by.
We shared a giggle and I packed up all my stuff. I kissed her cheek. “I got to get going. Call you from New York!”
“Don’t forget. Details are the spice of life!” She shouted as I left.
Grinning, I forced myself to walk and not run. I was looking forward to spending my time with Ruben in New York. Of course, I’d have to tell Mom and Dad eventually but like Jessica had said—this was my choice and I choose Ruben.
Chapter Fourteen
Ruben
Priscilla never ceased to amaze me. We gasped and groaned as we came in unison, her body fitting on top of me as if she were made to be there. As soon as we’d arrived in New York, and settled into the hotel, she’d jumped my bones. I held her close as the pleasure subsided and she lay on top of me, my cock still buried inside her. I ran my fingers through her hair, savoring the closeness and breathed her sex-laden scent in.
“Oh look,” she murmured. “We have a liquor bar. Is that candy?”
She lifted herself off me and my dick fell limply to my hip. I watched with hooded eyes as she strolled naked to the suite’s bar and selected a piece of gourmet chocolate wrapped in a little cellophane baggy, tied with a ribbon. I’d gone all out, wanting us to be comfortable, figuring we wouldn’t be leaving the room much. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her and she seemed content to be confined to the bed. I’d booked the hotel’s best, wanting her to have everything her heart desired, elegantly wrapped candies included.
“Oh God! This is so good,” she said and rejoined me in bed.
She held up the little nugget of candy and I opened my mouth. She slid it into my mouth and I chewed, my attention on her. I griped her wrist and licked her fingers clean then kissed her lips. She made a sound that suggested she were ready for round two. I was totally on board with that plan.
“Nu huh,” Priscilla murmured and pushed me away. “You’ve got a big meeting in the morning so you will be a good boy and go to bed early.”
“I’ve never been a good boy,” I countered and pecked her lips. I followed the curve of her spine with my hand, praying my cock would be ready soon. I’d never used Viagra before but had brought some with. I’d purchased some a few weeks ago just in case and had taken the hit to my pride, but it wasn’t like I was getting younger. Judging by the little thrill that went through me, I wouldn’t need it. She laughed in that way of a truly happy woman and tipped her head back as I worshipped her throat.
“No,” she whispered. “You are most defiantly not a good boy.”
“You like it,” I growled and slid my fingers into her slit, delighted to find that she was slippery with our mingled juices. “We’ve tried the bed and the confections. What do you say about giving the Jacuzzi a go?”
She gasped and grinned at me. “Jacuzzi sex? I’m in.”
I laughed, feeling more joyous that I had ever been in my life. She was a breath of fresh air, a bright ray of sunlight and I wanted her around every waking—and sleeping—second.
An hour later, we laid naked on the bed, freshly washed and fucked. As my bones settled, I felt the weariness in my body. I did have a long day tomorrow.
“This is so good,” Priscilla said as she sampled a brownie square. “Jeez, I’m going to get fat pigging out like this. What is the hotel thinking providing all the sweets?”
I pulled her close and ran my hands all over her soft curves, glad she was here. Traveling was nothing new with my job, but spending days alone in a hotel was depressing. I couldn’t describe how excited I was to have her with me. She made me feel optimistic about tomorrow, as if whatever crisis was awaiting me was no big deal as long as I got to hear her laugh and see her smile.
Pushing her damp hair away so I could bask in the perfect of her shoulders, I decided to take the plunge. Besides, it wasn’t really news—not to me at least. But I was terrified of moving too quickly and scaring her. I need to be honest, however. “I’m in love with you.”
Priscilla’s eyes widened ad her jaw dropped.
I chuckled. “Don’t be so shocked. I’ve wanted you for a long time but do you think I’d risk your father’s friendship for a little nookie? No, babe. You got me good. I love you. You don’t have to respond, I just wanted you to know that.”
She flushed and set the uneaten piece of brownie on the bedside table. “Yeah, I kind of suspected. I mean… It was always more for me, too. Is. This is just so unexpected and the things you do…”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I knew I could be a bit domineering sometimes and I prayed she wasn’t having second thoughts due to my history.
“This,” Priscilla said and held her arm out. “You didn’t have to reserve such a loaded suite, but you did. You don’t have to take me to fancy dinners three times a week but you do. Then there are the walks on the beaches and the foot rubs, and… I guess what I’m saying is that I never knew it could be like this. That I could be so happy.”
Something warm and amazing stretched my heart. Smiling widely, I kissed her slow and thorough until she moaned against my lips. “That’s what a man does when he is in love, baby. And let me tell you, I’ve never really loved anyone before. Not like this. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m glad I make you happy as well.”
Her smiled was radiant and I thought I’d burst a part from emotion. It was a whole new experience, one that was both exciting and startling. Of course, Priscilla wasn’t done blowing my mind.
“I do love you, fine Ruben,” she said her eyes glassy.
Hugging her close I said whispered against her ear, “Say it again.”
Her voice dropped as she gave me what I asked for and I desperately wanted to attempt around three, but my eyes pinched and I couldn’t find the strength to move. I nuzzled her neck, loving how soft and warm she was.
“Lay on your stomach,” she murmured.
I obeyed, wondering what she had in store. I groaned as she straddled my ass, her warm thighs feeling lovely against me. She started at my neck, her hands kneading me good and I relaxed under her loving touch. I might be a dominant bastard, but I liked being taken care of too. She took her time, working every inch of my back and shoulders until sleep courted me. I wanted to fall asleep like this for the rest of my life. As long as I had Priscilla, I’d die a happy man.
Chapter Fifteen
Priscilla
I rocked on my feet as I stood at the window of my parent’s house, watching the cars zip by. My heart was drumming and my stomach was a ball of nerves. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, happily preparing dinner and completely oblivious to the shit storm blowing this way.
And it had all been an accident.
After I’d come back from New York, Mom had pressured me into revealing the man I was seeing. I hadn’t told her I’d gone to New York in case Dad was aware Ruben was going there was well. She’d been under the assumption I’d gone on a little road trip with Jessica to visit her cousin in Wisconsin. Honestly, all the cloak-and-dagger was tiresome and the guilt of lying to my parents was a hungry beastie. Mom had hounded me to meet the man that had put a smile on my face, as she’d said and I’d told her I’d think about us all getting together for dinner sometime. Silly me. Mom made plans right away to cook and have him over and refused to take no for an answer.
I’d known all the secrecy couldn’t last and despite a certain thrill, it was time to be a big girl and be honest with my parents. Ruben was in the same boat and we’d had a long discu
ssion about it. I had wanted to tell them myself, but he had insisted he be the one to do it. Something about being a man and respecting Dad enough to be up front with him. I didn’t totally understand his motivations, but I quickly came to understand Ruben was set in his ways and didn’t like the word no. And to be honest, I was relieved I didn’t have to break the news to my parents.
As Ruben’s car rolled up along the curb, my heart leapt into my throat. I’d prepared myself for the worst case scenario—Dad initiated hand-to-hand combat with Ruben. I’d never known my father to be violent, but who knew what a man was capable when it came to his daughter? Blowing out a big breath, I rushed into the kitchen in an attempt to prepare my parents.
Mom and Dad were dancing loosely, their faces creased by big smiles. Mom spotted me and came to spin me around. It was something I’d noticed as a little girl—Dad often came home frustrated with his job, but get Mom with him and he was like a teenage boy again. I prayed she kept him calm during the big reveal.
“Lightening up, darling,” Mom said.
“I need you guys to keep an open mind,” I said. “About tonight…”
“You father and I took bets. I’ve wagered heavily on tattoos, piercings and a Mohawk.” She laughed, sounding giddy as if they’d gotten into the wine a little early.
Dad clucked his tongue. “Your mother has promised we can go to Paris for the winter if I win.”
“Look at you,” Mom said and fluffed my hair. “You look gorgeous. He’s going to love you. But aren’t the shoes a little much?”
I glanced down at my feet encased in stilettos. All I thought about was the pleasure Ruben would get from seeing me in them. Heat flooded my face. I was totally freaking out. The knock at the door stole my words and my parents rushed for the door. I tried to stop them, wanting to make sure they understood this was my choice, but it was too late. My breath caught as Ruben was slowly revealed. He’d dressed impeccably in a crisp navy blue dress shirt. He’d left it lose over his black jeans and it looked as if he’d recently gotten a haircut. Oh God… I wanted to drag him into my room and hide from the world.