Authors: Eden Davis
“No,” Livia replied, her interest piqued.
“Number three: You won't turn me down when I ask you to come with me to
The Contessa'
s party tomorrow night, will you?”
“The Contessa?”
“It's a yacht.”
“Just the two of us?”
“No. It's actually a big party sponsored by a well-known local, who also happens to be a friend of a friend. He's invited all of us onboard to party with his party.”
“So this is one of the bachelor party events?”
“Yes.”
“I know what kind of shenanigans go on during a bachelor party,” she said with a crooked smile. “So, wouldn't having a date be like bringing sand to the beach?”
“Maybe I want to bring you as my personal shenanigan. Please don't say no, Quincy,” he begged, his words and eyes coming together in a perfect storm of flirtation.
“I've never been anyone's personal shenanigan,” Livia replied, letting Mitchell know by her tone that the position appealed to her. The man. The boat. The list. How could she not say yes?
Mitchell smiled broadly as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I'll pick you up at nine-thirty. Wear white.”
“Okay, good night,” she said, once again reclaiming her hand before the butterflies in her stomach caused her to change her mind.
“You're sure you don't want me to come up and tuck you in?” Mitchell asked.
“I'm sure. Besides, it's only eight-thirty. I'm not quite ready for bed.”
“Hey, the floor, the balcony, the shower wherever you want me to
tuck you
is fine with me,” he said, once again twirling her curls.
“Go join your boys.”
“You're a mean lady, Ms. Charles,” Mitchell teased as they both
stood and walked arm-in-arm through the lobby and to the front door. Just as it had when he'd held her hand, the subtle intimacy between them, while it didn't feel forced, did strike her as odd. She and Mitchell, basic strangers, had just had sex in a public bathroom, and now they were strolling to the door like longtime lovers. Was this how Jasi and Lena and the rest acted after a “hit it and quit it” experience?
“Thank you again,” Mitchell told Livia, pulling her close.
Their lips met in a “to be continued” kiss before Mitchell climbed in a cab and closed the door. He watched Livia turn and walk back into the hotel, admiring her regal bearing.
As the cab pulled away, Mitchell threw his head back with a laugh. Quincy had said yes, like he knew she would. There was definitely a very mutual and very physical attraction between them, and he was going to take full advantage. She wanted to make love on a boat and he was going to make that, and any number of other feel good things on that list, available for her. Quincy Charles had stumbled into his life, wanting to fly her freak flag. He was the man to make her dreams come true. If nothing else, Mitchell Maddox was always ready and able to serve.
Mitchell looked out the window, happily blessing his good luck, and wondering who he thought he was kidding. The truth was that they'd both stumbled into each other's lives. Quincy may be trying to find her inner freak, but Mitchell was in desperate need of restoring his swagger. Divorced less than six months, his cheating backstabber of a wife, Toris, had not only stripped him of most of his wealth, but nearly all of his damn ego. She'd left him gun-shy and homeless and wary of relationships in general. Here he was, a grown ass man, back at home with his damn parents. Celibate and jacking off to beat the band, simply because Toris had gotten into his head and convinced him that the only reason she'd strayed
with their mutual friend was because he wasn't satisfying her in the sack. So, whether she realized it or not, Quincy was the perfect anecdote for his sagging ego. A beautiful, older woman, grateful for the attention, and ready to play with no eyes on the future. They had two days to use and amuse each other to the best of their abilities, before going home and getting on with the rest of their lives.
T
he sound of her room phone ringing broke through Livia's quiet snores, waking her. Opening her eyes forced Liv to leave the arms of her hunky dream lover and focus on the glowing green numbers on the clock next to her bedside. Three-seventeen a.m. Who in the world would be calling her at this time of the morning?
She reached out, her sleepy hand fumbling around in the dark until it located the phone. The receiver dragged clumsily across the nightstand and pillow until it reached Livia's one visible ear.
“Hello?” she managed to squeak out past the cobwebs in her throat.
“I can't get you off my mind.”
At the recognition of Mitchell's deep and smoky voice, a chill ran down Livia's spine.
OMIGOD! Is this a booty call,
she wondered, suddenly fully upright.
“How did you get this number?”
“I called the hotel operator and asked for Ms. Charles. They put me right through.”
Close one! Quincy lives another day.
“I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes, I see us in the bathroom and I get hard. You know, women like you turn me on.”
“Women like what?” Livia asked, hoping to learn exactly why Mitchell was ringing her in these wee hours.
“Bold, sensual, fun-loving women.”
Livia felt her sleepy lips lift in proud surprise. NEVER had she, or any man, ever used those words to describe her, especially when it came to sex. It was clear that Quincy had already made quite an impact, not only on Mitchell, but on Liv as well.
“And how do you know that about me?” she asked, intrigued that he'd read her that way.
“You vacation alone with a purse full of condoms. You go solo on a nude beach, and when so moved, give into your desire with amazing gusto. I'd say your actions speak louder than any conversation, wouldn't you?”
“Uh, yes, I guess they do,” Livia said, yawning to hide the embarrassment coloring the edges of her voice.
“Quincy, please don't be embarrassed. Not around me. There's no need. Like I said, you turn me.”
Again, Livia smiled. All he said was true, and like a potent, double espresso, his acknowledgment instantly melted her anxiety and put her libido on alert.
“Thank you. And I certainly could say the same about you. Bold. Sexy. Fun-loving, and a true gentleman.”
“Quincy.”
“Yes.”
“I really want to come over and finish what we started earlier tonight. Wouldn't you like that, baby? To feel me inside of you again?”
Those last five words, spoken in Mitchell's deep, buttery pillow talk voice, were both provocative and compelling. Fox had called her baby and she'd been offended. Mitchell said it and Livia could feel the walls of her pussy begin to sweat and her clit awaken. What was it about this man that made her ever ready to drop not only her Girl Scout ways but her panties as well?
YES! YES! YES!
Quincy screamed.
“It's late,” were the words that jumped out of Liv's mouth instead.
This is you first official booty call and you're trying to hang up?
“I know it's late, but my tongue is craving all of the places it would like to taste on your body,” Mitchell's sexy voice revealed. “I will put it anywhere you want it to go.”
FLIRT WITH HIM!
Quincy demanded.
“Anywhere?” Livia asked, following both Q and Mitchell's leads.
“Yes, baby, anywhere. Deep in your hot, juicy pussy or around the rim of your pretty ass. I'll give those spectacular tits of yours a tongue bath and make your nipples stand up tall and hard until you scream for me to move on.”
Oh shit. This manâ¦his voiceâ¦those words. Mitchell was a total provocateur. A boy toy assassin whose combination of playful enthusiasm and manly desires was a lethal combination. He was steadily, albeit softly, killing all of Livia's residual inhibitions.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she breathlessly agreed and begged at the same time.
“Well, then tell me you want me to come over.”
Livia paused to check her gut. Yes, she was horny for this man and so wanted to have a real sex session. Ever since she'd concocted that list and begun this libidinous journey, every bit of sexual satisfaction she'd experienced thus far had been either solo or a hurried, sit-down or stand-up affair. What Livia longed for at this time was hours of lazy and luxurious lovemaking. But things were moving so fast. Too fast for her comfort level. Yes, she was sorely tempted, but she also felt overwhelmed. Despite Quincy's throbbing insistence that they invite Mitchell over, Livia decided otherwise. She'd wait until this evening and see what pleasures it would bring.
“You're making it hard on me, but I have to say no,” she said, softening her voice to let him down easy.
“Baby, you have no idea how hard you're making me.”
“Oh, I know⦔ she said coyly, closing her eyes and letting herself get caught up in another carnal firstâphone sex. Though a novice, she decided to delve right in and play the game by instinct. “â¦because I can see your dickâlong and thick, and the color of toasted walnuts.”
“Take off your panties,” Mitchell told her, taking what he could get. “Will you do that for me?”
“Yes,” Livia said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She loved the way he commanded and asked at the same time. She put the phone down on the pillow and slid off her panties and matching camisole, bought just in case Livia ended up sharing her bed. Technically, this hadn't been what she'd had in mind when she pictured herself wearing them, but in a happy revelation, having them on made her feel sexy even while by her lonesome.
“Are they off?”
“Everything is,” she said, bringing the phone back to her ear.
“Thank you, baby. Just thinking about you lying there naked has me so fucking hard. I want to touch and taste all of you.”
“Where first?” Livia asked, closing her eyes so her imagination could chart his course.
“I'm at your ear, running my tongue around the edges of your lobe before taking it into my mouth and giving it a little suck.”
Livia could swear she felt his warm breath coming through the phone and fondling her ears and neck. “Mmmm.”
“I'm glad you like that because now I'm going to run my tongue down your neck and shoulders until they find those fabulous nipples of yours. Lift them up to my lips.”
Mitchell's voice was seductive and hypnotic and Livia felt herself slipping into a new and delicious version of fantasy land, complete with an audio tour guide. As requested, she lifted her breasts up
to his mouth, while dropping her head down, allowing her tongue to become his, and find her own nip. Liv placed the receiver on the pillow, freeing up her hands and permitting her to act out Mitchell's words.
“What are you doing?”
What would Quincy say?
Livia wondered.
I'd fucking tell him.
Yes, and proudly so,
Livia decided.
“Tasting my titties,” she said softly, excited by her bold move.
“You are a bit of a freak, aren't you, Quincy Charles?”
“It appears so,” Livia said, feeling emboldened by his words and her actions.
“I'm jealous. I want to suck and play with your tits and feel your nipples get as hard as my dick is right now. Would you like that?”
“Yes. I would. But you know what I really want?” Liv said.
“Tell me, baby. I love a woman who says what she wants. When it comes to good fucking there's no time for guessing.”
“I want you to stick your tongue between my tits and get me real wet. And then I want you to slide that magnificent dick you showed me earlier tonight in the bathroom, between them and titty fuck me.”
The sound of her own mouth using such words and giving out nasty commands was thrilling. While waiting for his response, Livia bit her lip the way Mitchell liked while she tweaked her nipples and imagined his tongue running up and down between her breasts.
“Gladly, baby, but first I have to loosen my pants so I can breathe.”
“No, take them off, drawers too, so I can feel you rubbing up against me. I want to feel that hard dick up against me,” Livia responded.
“All for you, baby. I'm straddling you now. I'm kneeling over
your chest. You like my dick hanging in your face, don't you, Quincy?”
“Yes, I do,” Livi said, visualizing his tight brown body over hers. She could see his waiting and willing cock while in her mind she lifted her head to take in the tip.
“Then taste it. Suck on it a little bit and make me drip some pre-cum to lube you up.”
Pre-cum? What the hell was that?
Livia wondered. The only stuff she remembered dripping from Dale's penis all happened post intercourse. This was definitely something she'd have to learn about later, but right now whatever it was, it sounded hellishly sexy.
“Oh, yeah, I can feel your hot mouth covering the tip and sliding down my shaft,” Mitchell said, his breath getting slower and his voice huskier. Livia could hear that he was getting just as turned on as she was, and his desire was fueling her bravado.
“Oh yeah, it's drippin' now. You got my dick drippin', Quincy. You sexy freak. Mmm, girl, now I'm rubbing it between your tits and it's getting all shiny and wet.”
Livia could feel the aroma of pink rising from her sheets. This play-by-play bout of aural sex with Mitchell was keeping her in the moment, and she was consciously, and blissfully aware of every reaction her body was experiencing.
“I'm squeezing my tits together around your dick,” Livia told him. “I can feel every ridge of your cock as you rub against them. Can you feel it?”
“Yeah, and it feels fucking great. I'm going to fuck your tits and then give you a nice, gooey pearl necklace when I'm done,” Mitchell told her.