Illicit Temptations (Tempted Series Book 1) (16 page)

Nikki deserved better than Rico and she deserved way better than me. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her and destroy the friendship that we were building. I needed to call her. For purely selfish reasons I needed to know that, we were okay because I needed Nikki in my life. In such a short period of time she became my anchor holding me close to shore when I felt like drifting into unchartered waters.

I looked back at Anthony. “Message received loud and clear
,” I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and left Anthony alone in the living room.

I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling in my bedroom replaying the kiss over and over in my head. How was it that just the touch of his lips could make my body feel as if it was a frayed wire left raw and exposed? Just a little touch of his mouth resulted in electrical currents shooting through my body straight down to my toes.

The thing that bothered me most was the fact that I was sitting here reliving the kiss wondering how far it would’ve gone
. What
would it actually felt like to have his hands on me and not feeling the slightest bit guilty? It was wrong on so many levels, but most of all it was damaging to my character. I wasn’t a cheat I didn’t condone cheating and if I found out Rico cheated on me I would castrate him. But was a kiss as miniscule as the one I shared with Mikey really considered cheating? I don’t think so, but the feelings I was having and thoughts I was thinking that I considered cheating. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t acted on the desires I was feeling it still felt wrong.

My phone chimed, and I contemplated throwing it out the window. That thing was the cause of this shit if I could only ignore it. I should put it on silent. Excuses, excuses. I grabbed the phone and stared at the screen.

Mikey: We need to talk Princess.

Nope. I’ll pass thanks! I wasn’t ready to face the music. I wasn’t ready to usher that one stolen moment under the rug as if it never happened. I just wanted to hold onto it for just a little longer. I promised myself tomorrow was another day and I would put all my efforts into fixing the mess with Rico. I had to decide once and for all if what we had could be mended and while I was at it, I would distance myself from Mikey. I’d cut him off. Cold turkey was the only way to end this.

The phone started ringing, and I cursed Mikey. I knew why he was calling I knew exactly what he was going to say. He was going to say it was a mistake. That it should’ve never happened. He was a hundred percent right, but I was still in denial and wasn’t ready to face the facts. Goddamn it just let me have my moment! I ignored the call.

He called again.

“What is it?” I said perturbed.

“I knew you were mad. Shit Nikki I’m sorry,” he said, sounding frustrated with himself.

I sat up on my bed, propping my head on the mountain of pillows behind me. I sighed and gave in. “You’re right, I’m mad, but not for the reason you think
. So
tell me what are you sorry for Mikey? That you kissed me?”

“Well, yeah. Sort of. I mean I shouldn’t have but… Nikki,” he paused struggling with his words.

“What?” I prodded hopefully.

“That wasn’t even a fucking kiss,” he hissed into the phone and the devil in me smiled at his declaration. He must’ve put the phone down or covered the speaker because his curses were muffled and then there was silence.

“It wasn’t?” I asked securing my place in hell.

“Christ Nikki haven’t you ever been properly kissed? No that wasn’t a kiss,” he said his voice was all sorts of aggravated.

“I’m not sure,” I said, biting on my lip, feeling as if I was headed on a collision course. It reminded me of an incident I overheard my dad talking to Jimmy regarding the death of one of his associates. The man was driving on the highway headed straight for a Mack truck he tried to swerve out of the way, but his steering wheel locked, forcing him to brake only to realize that someone had cut his brakes too. I was that man I was headed straight for that Mack truck right into the danger zone. “What is it like to be kissed properly?”

He made a noise that sounded as if he was in pain. “Nikki…”

“Please?” I whispered, listening to him sigh.

“It starts off with our lips meeting sucking on one another’s getting used to the feel of flesh to flesh. My tongue slips between my lips sliding along the seam of yours. You open up for me welcoming my tongue meeting it with your own. That first taste of you sends all the blood rushing to my dick, and it takes all of my willpower not to push you up against the wall and fuck you the same way I fuck your mouth. My teeth graze your lower lip because I can’t get enough of you. I nip, I suck, I pull, until your fingers are pulling my hair and your body is grinding against me straining for me to put my mouth on every fucking inch of your body. A proper kiss leaves you begging for more and left wondering if I managed to inflict that much pleasure on your mouth what would I do to you when my mouth invades your pussy.”

Dead. I was dead. R.I. P Nikki.

“I hope that answered your question,” he cleared his throat.

“Then what?” I whispered squirming on top of my bed.

“Are you still wearing that hot little outfit you had on when you were here?” I wanted to reach through the phone and choke him because he sounded so calm and controlled.

“No,” I said, glancing down at the clothing I had changed into. “I’m wearing a tank top and shorts.”

“What about a bra?”

“No,” My nipples perked up making their presence known aching for some attention begging for it.

“I’d bury my head between your tits like I’ve fantasized every single time I glanced at your cleavage. I bet you have amazing tits. I’d cradle each of them in my palms my thumb rubbing your tight nipple. They are hard already aren’t they?”

“Yes,” I gasp as my hand slides under my tank top gliding over one breast, pinching my nipple picturing it was Mikey tugging at the sensitive bud. “Oh…”

“Are you touching yourself baby?”

“Mmhmm…,” I closed my eyes. “I’m picturing it’s your hand.”

“What am I doing to you?” He asked, his voice sounding gruff and desperate. I was glad he was suffering right along with me.

“You’re pinching my nipples. Mikey it feels so good, but it’s not enough. I want your mouth. Put your mouth on me,” I beg and imagine his mouth closing over my nipple.

“I’m taking your nipple between my teeth. It hurts for a moment, but then I relieve the ache with my tongue flicking it over your sensitive flesh. Your breasts are swollen from my thorough attention. The rest of your body is feeling neglected isn’t it princess?”

I nodded forgetting he couldn’t see me. I clutched the phone tightly to my ear as I arched my body. I was soaking wet my pussy throbbed, my hand slid down the waistband of my shorts.

“I want you naked. Are you naked?” He said in between breaths.

“No,” I gasped sliding my finger along my wetness.

“Get naked.”

“Mikey…,” I slipped my finger between the lips of my pussy.

“Do it,” he demanded.

“Hold on,” I placed the phone on the mattress beside me before I pulled my shirt over my head. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and shimmied out of them throwing both articles of clothing onto the floor. I was naked lying on top of my bed and didn’t feel the slightest bit weird in fact, I felt sexy. I brought the phone back to my ear. “Okay.”

“Spread your legs.”

I obliged bending my knees, my toes curling into the mattress in anticipation of what was to come. No pun intended.

“Wait!” I said, sitting up slightly. “What about you?”

“What about me?” He muttered.

“I’m sprawled across my bed naked. You better be too.”

“Why?” He urged letting a groan slip out.

A wicked smile played on my lips as I dropped my head back onto the pillow. You want to play Mikey? I’ll play.

“Because I want you to picture me between your legs sucking your dick,” he moaned. “Are you stroking yourself Mikey? Wrap your hand around your cock and picture my lips sucking on the head.”

“Stop. Talking. Now,” he huffed between pants.

“But I want you to come for me baby,” I whispered seductively. I closed my eyes, trying to envision his face as he came shooting his release over my tits.

“Ladies first. I want you to take two fingers and put them in your mouth get them nice and wet. Do it Nikki,” he sounded so desperate it was thrilling. His voice alone had the ability to make me reach my orgasm. I took my free hand and did as I was told sucking on my fingers pulling them out of my mouth making sure he heard the sucking noise on his end of the phone call. “Stick your wet fingers in your pussy for me. In and out. Faster. Harder. Prime yourself for my dick. You want my dick don’t you Nikki? Tell me…”

“Oh my God. Yes,” I worked my pussy with my fingers, adding another finger because Mikey’s fingers were much bigger than mine were and I wanted to get as close to the real deal as I could.

“Say the words…,” he panted.

“I want… oh sweet mother…. I want your… dick,” I started to clench around my fingers. I was close… so fucking close. I usually had to chase my orgasm willing it to happen, but at that moment I was trying to keep it at bay struggling to hold out because this was too good to ever end.

“I want to eat your sweet pussy. I’m fucking starving for it Nikki. Just a taste.”

“Yes, yes please!” If he was between my legs right now the second his tongue pressed against my clit I would be a loose cannon exploding all over his mouth. “Mikey… I can’t… I’m going to come... I…,” I stammered gasping as my orgasm hit me hard.

“Thatta girl…,” Mikey moaned into the phone.

I dropped the phone to grasp the sheets in my fist as my body quaked from the intensity of my orgasm.

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

My limbs felt like Jell-O all the tension that was built up in my body disappeared, I was completely content unable to move. I struggled to regain control of my breathing taking deep breaths in and letting them out. I closed my eyes… I could’ve fallen asleep, that’s how relaxed I was all because Mikey had… OH MY GOD.

My eyes snapped open, staring up at the ceiling I asked myself what the fuck had I just done? That phone conversation did not go at all like it was supposed to not even close. Regretfully, I rolled on my side and saw that the phone was still on. I bit my lip nervously careful not to make any noise.

“Nikki?”

I cringed at the sound of his voice coming from my phone before I could change my mind I picked it up and quickly
ended the call.
I chucked the phone across the room and this time I didn’t go chasing after it. I was never going to use the phone again. I buried my face into my pillow, regretting my actions but not willing to trade what had just happened for a clear conscience.

I stared at my phone for the hundredth time in the hopes that Nikki would’ve text me back or at least returned one of my phone calls. Nothing. I wasn’t even sure her phone was on anymore because there was a little red exclamation mark next to the last three texts I sent her. So much for trying to do the right thing and calling her to apologize for almost kissing her. I won’t call that a kiss. I refuse to. However, I definitely succeeded in making Nikki come.

She had been the star in many of my wildest dreams. I imagined her face and the noises she would make when she came but the reality of listening to her come exceeded any of my expectations. The sound of her voice as she cried out has been haunting me
. I
only wish I could have seen her face as she drove herself into oblivion.

I was still trying to wrap my head around what had transpired. A simple call to straighten things out between us erupted into phone sex. Incredible phone sex that left me shooting my load across my stomach imagining that it was Nikki’s hand and not my own bringing me to sweet release.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Vic said throwing an arm around my shoulders. Trust me guy you don’t want to know anything about my thoughts right now. I sighed slipping my phone into my pocket I looked at Vic clearing my throat and pushing Nikki out of my head.

“It’s a lot to absorb but I think we’re making progress,” Vic added. We’ve been at Temptations for almost four hours preparing for the grand opening. Today we hired two dozen bartenders and were in the midst of interviewing table hostesses and shot girls. I really had no fucking interest in any of this but I was trying to put my best foot forward. I followed Vic’s lead scanning the line of girls in front of us. I wasn’t sure what credentials we were scoping them out for if they were easy on the eyes and could carry a tray I say hire the chick. But no Vic asked them a dozen questions that I never would have thought to ask.