Chapter Three
Gabriella
I can’t believe I just kissed a total stranger in a bar. He is hot, hotter than I’ve ever met before. He has deep, chocolate brown hair with some greying at his temples, he has olive skin coloring, with sapphire blue eyes. He’s dressed expensively, definitely a business man, in a sharp black suit with dark grey striping and a matching shirt that he has opened at the collar, showing off his throat and the muscles along his neck. I never knew a throat could be sexy, but when he was drinking his beer or laughing, his became a work of art.
This is probably happening at the worst time in my life, after walking into what seemed like a nightmare earlier today. But now that my head is clearer, I’m seeing it for the blessing it is. Brady and I were never meant to be. He was holding me back, and I was allowing it.
Now, holding on to Justin and following him into the elevator and up towards his hotel room, I can’t wait to see what tonight brings. Will I finally lose my virginity? Will he give me my first non-self-induced orgasm? Will he come in my mouth? That thought makes me flush with heat and nervousness, but I don’t want to call a stop to anything. I’m tired of holding back the sexual side of me. I never felt completely comfortable with Brady and because of it, I never let my guard down. For once, I want to spread my wings and not worry about tomorrow.
We make it into his hotel room and it’s unlike any I’ve ever seen before. It has a seating area to the left and a bedroom to the right and that’s exactly where he leads me.
“Gab, if you don’t want do this tell me now. Once I get you naked, there’ll be no turning back,” he warns me.
I do the one thing I know that will make it clear that I’m serious. I slowly peel my floral top off and unzip my skirt, letting it slide to the floor. I’m only wearing my purple lace bra, matching boy short panties, and my high heels. I hear him hiss out an impressive breath. I may be a virgin, but I know what I want, and what I want is Justin.
“Damn, Doll. I can’t wait to get you naked and taste every inch of your skin. To see how pretty your skin turns when my lips leave trails of kisses and bites from your neck, all the way down and in between those luscious thighs. Thighs I want wrapped around me by the end of the night.”
I’m rubbing my legs together to create a friction I need when he comes at me. He goes right for my neck, below my ear, as if he knows I’m sensitive there. His other hand is slowly peeling down my bra strap and he moans when he looks down at my exposed breast. He makes his way toward my nipple and I grasp his hair, not wanting him to leave, even though I know he eventually will. My other strap comes down and he works me with his thumb and finger and if he pinched just a little bit harder, I think I could come from that alone.
“Please, harder Justin, please,” I mumble out and he does what I ask. Justin is clearly a man that knows what a woman needs and wants. He has my back against the bed and he’s looming above me, still working my breasts. I can do nothing but gasp, moving restlessly, as desire takes over.
He finally notices.
“Want me somewhere else, Doll? Want me between those long, sexy legs of yours?” he questions, but I can tell it’s a rhetorical question on his end, as Justin kisses his way down towards my panties. He leaves them on and kisses and licks his way to the gusset of them. He opens his mouth over them and he slowly breathes me in.
“Oh, God,” I moan out.
I’m bringing my hips up and down trying to get his mouth on my pussy. He’s continuously teasing me, I almost can’t take anymore. When he lifts his head, I’m instantly worried it’s over. He’s done. When in all actuality, he’s ripping my panties off. Literally, he rips them to shreds.
“Justin,” I moan out.
“This pussy, this tight, sweet pussy, is going to be all mine.” He growls and then he’s feasting on me. His finger is at my entrance, his tongue sucking on my clit. It’s enough to have my legs shaking and my whole body convulsing with the onslaught of my orgasm. I hear screaming and as I’m coming down from the delicious high that Justin gave me, I realize it was me moaning and screaming out his name.
“God damn, I could live between your thighs,” he mumbles as he kisses his way up my body, slowly making his way to my lips. I kiss him without a care in the world, tasting myself on his lips. It’s salty and earthy and our combined flavors are something I’ll savor and remember forever.