I don't want her to have to worry about a single thing. After all, she is this precious virgin whose mouth I just kissed. Whose hand is linked with mine. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't think I could ever forgive myself if I did. I want to make this moment special, memorable.
At the door, I slide my room key in, unlocking it. We step inside, and I'm glad I got a suite. Though she doesn't seem too distracted by the details of the glamorous room: the velvet sofa, the gorgeous skyline, the immaculate wet bar. Instead, she pauses in front of the king-size bed, eyeing it with consideration.
“What?" I ask.
She shrugs. "It's just, I've been waiting my whole life for this moment and now it's here." She turns to face me.
"Are you nervous?" I ask her.
She shakes her head, smiling big, "No." She gives me a grin. "I'm excited." She lets her kaftan fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but that teeny tiny bikini. She sets her tote bag down, steps out of her flip-flops.
"I feel overdressed," I tell her, tugging off my t-shirt. She giggles. "You want another drink?" I ask her, pointing to the bar in the corner.
She shakes her head. "No, one drink is enough, besides, I want to be sober. I want to remember all of this, all of you."
"So, tell me exactly what you think is going to happen."
"A lot of things," she says. "Things I've always wanted. I never met the person I wanted to share my firsts with, until now."
"You don't even know my last name."
"Maybe last names don't matter," she says. "I mean, the moment I saw you in the pool…" She steps toward me, lowers her chin, lifts her eyes. Fuck, she's cute. "I felt something, didn't you?"
I nod. "I did." Her hair is wet and wavy, her eyes sparkling as if we're still standing in the sun. "I think you're fucking gorgeous," I tell her, “and funny and sweet. I like you."
She nods, looking up at me. "I like you too, Flynn." She runs a hand over my bare chest. "You work out a lot?"
I shrug. "Yeah. It'll be great when we get that dog, taking her on runs. I can't wait.”
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Don't be ridiculous."
"You don't want that with me?"
She swallows. "I don't know if we're allowed to say that. Be completely honest like that."
"You scared to say what you want?"
She looks up at me, really looks at me. "I want you. I want you to make love to me. I want you to make me feel like...” She pauses, thinking. "I want you to make me feel like I'm yours, like I belong to you."
"Fuck." I groan. "You belong to me, all right? And you're going to belong to me all night." I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her hard, deep, the kind of kiss she's been waiting for her whole fucking life.
The kind of kiss I've been waiting for too, real and deep. Pulsing with heat, pleasure on both of our minds, on the tips of our tongues. She moans against me. I feel her tits against my chest, her nipples hard. My cock's hard too.
I know she likes it because she grinds up against me, and she may be a virgin, but she is a whole ass woman. I squeeze her tits with my hand and she drops her head back, her eyes flickering open.
"Lucia." She gasps, "Remember your friend, we need to text her his number."
I laugh, shaking my head. "Really? You're going to pause for her in the middle of that kiss?"
"Sorry. I don't break promises."
I swallow, liking the sound of that. I look down and my cock's so fucking hard.
She smiles. “Wow, someone's already having fun.”
I run a hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy. She's wet as fuck. “Honey, don't pretend you're not having fun yourself.”
She closes her eyes, my hand pulling away with just the slightest squeeze to tease her. She deserves it after pulling back from that kiss.
I grab my phone and text Tommy quickly with as few words as possible, getting straight to the goddamn point. “Found a girl who’s just your type and she's game, she's in Vegas. She’ll get in touch with you when you land. I'm busy, no offense but don't bother me.”
I give Fifi Tommy’s number and she passes it along to Lucia, then I slide off my phone, not wanting any distractions—not from Ruthless Corporation or my buddies that work with me. Tonight, Fifi’s the only person I want to focus on, the only thing I care about.
After I drop my phone, I drop my shorts. Fifi’s eyes widen as she takes me in, as I stroke my shaft.
"What do you think, virgin?" I ask as she licks her lips.