Let Me Tease You

by Mia Madison

  “No,” I admitted. “I don’t even have his Instagram handle. My mom isn’t going to let me slide that easily, which reminds me - I owe you an apology too. My mom said even if you said something earlier, I wouldn’t have believed you… She’s right. I was so into Alex that I couldn’t give anyone the opportunity to destroy what I thought was an amazing relationship.”

  “Alex gave us the opportunity to get to know one another. Let’s acknowledge him as someone who brought us together, but not the foundation for our friendship. Deal?”

  Romeo

  When Beverly approached, my first instinct was to grab her and kiss her hand in front of everyone.

  I resisted, because my instincts didn’t rule me. We hadn’t left each other on a positive note.

  Despite common sense, the animal inside of me wanted to pull her into the suite I rented for tonight, tongue her down, spread her legs, taste her pussy, and push cock deep inside her. I wanted to make her cum, then pump away until I filled her with my load.

  I gripped my glass tighter and nailed my feet to the ground, ignoring the way my cock lengthened down my leg in excitement. I watched as she disappeared into the crowd, willing myself to keep cool.

  “You okay?”

  Leslie, the woman I met at the restaurant earlier, stood to the side of me. She was a nice enough woman, and very attractive, so I invited her to tonight’s event.

  On short notice, she looked lovely and we’d had great conversation, but with Beverly in the room, she honestly didn’t stand a chance.

  She had been yapping away happily, discussing her career, hobbies, and goals. Now, here she was, looking me in the face with concern. And I?

  I was visibly distracted.

  “Yeah, I just remembered I have to check on something with the head chef. Excuse me.” I closed out my excuse with a dapper smile and stepped away. Leslie was pretty and sweet, but incredibly boring. Her loquaciousness revealed that she was looking for too much, too soon, letting me know I wasn’t the man for her.

  I walked through the sea of attendees, smiling, shaking hands, and having small talk. Tonight was nothing more than an upscale cocktail mixer. I’d have one every now and then. Holding one was an opportunity to help Miami’s movers and shakers network in the community.

  Beverly was nowhere to be seen as I worked the room. I connect eyes with Dilayla, who stood next to Nick. We shared a friendly smile, but I didn’t approach her. She still didn’t approve of my interest in Beverly, and that’s without telling her what happened earlier today. I had no plans of letting her know because if I did, she would have turned this event into World War III, and nobody needed that level of drama tonight.

  Just as I’d given up, a flash of aquamarine came popped into view. Beverly re-entered the room, with Raquel right behind. Both ladies were smiling pleasantly and laughing. Good. That meant they’d worked out whatever drew a wedge between them earlier. More than likely that asshole of an ex Beverly has.

  I slide behind them as they grabbed drinks from the cocktail waitress. I lifted my finger to the waitress who smiled and offered me one as well. I thanked her as I grabbed my glass.

  Beverly froze when she turned and saw me standing there. I gave her the same calm, self-possessed look with a generous smile.

  “I hope you ladies are enjoying yourself.”

  “I am. I’ve met some awesome people.” Raquel affirmed.

  I looked Beverly directly in the eyes. “And you?”

  “Yes,” she nodded quickly, blushing with the shame of unexpected attention. “Everything’s lovely. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I replied.

  “Hellooooo.” The woman who approached us looked almost exactly like Beverly, except more mature.

  “Hey, mom.” Beverly warmly wrapped an arm around her as she made introductions. “This is my friend Raquel, the one I was telling you about. She invited me tonight. And this” — she paused to look at me briefly — “is Romeo. He’s the gentleman holding the event.”

  “Hello, I’m Erika,” the woman said, graciously shaking our hands. She complimented Raquel on her dress. They exchanged pleasantries before Raquel excused herself, stating that Kenny was signaling for her.

  Erika grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye and said, “Thank you for your generous hospitality. I’m sure my daughter is pleased to be here.” She gave Beverly a tight smile, and once again, I could see her face color with shame.

  “Mom, I see Mrs. McDougall over by the flamingo ice sculpture to the right. You said you need to schedule your appointment with her, right?”

  Erika’s attention snapped in that direction. I couldn’t tell you who Mrs. McDougall was, but we all looked. Erika nodded and patted Beverly’s arm.

  “I’ll be right back, hon.”

  Relief briefly crossed Beverly’s face. I chuckled gently.

  “Mom’s pretty nice.”

  “Thanks… Do you have a moment?” She tucked an invisible lock of hair behind her ear. It was an adorable nervous habit.

  “Sure.” I handed off my glass to a waitress and dug both hands in my pocket.

  She surveyed the room; her eyes lingered in her mother’s direction.

  “Do you mind if we go someplace more private?” She asked. “Can we step into the hallway?”

  She led me down to a quiet corridor in the opposite direction of where some guests were mingling. I took her by the elbow to escort her around the corner for more privacy.

  “I need to say I’m sorry for what happened today,” she said. “You were incredibly sweet and respectful to me, and I was nothing but a bitch in return.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Can I just… explain what happened on my end?” She wrung her hands. Her lips shook as she licked them and continued to hold herself together. “I just… it would make me feel better to at least try and explain myself.”

  It would make me feel better too. Shit. I nodded.

  “… I was dating this guy for a while, and recently - actually, yesterday - discovered he’d been cheating the entire relationship. As if that weren’t bad enough, Raquel slips and tells me Alex hit on her as well.” Her eyes darkened with sorrow and watered. “When you asked, I was just in disbelief because one, it seemed like everyone knew but me, and two —“

  “— He broke your heart.” I finished for her. “He broke your heart for no good reason when you gave him everything you had.”

  “God it’s like you’re in my head. How did you know?” Her eyes widened incredulously.

  I gave a playful and knowing smile. “It’s usually a woman like you who gets her heart crushed.”

  “A woman like me?” Her expression twisted with repugnance.

  “Yes. Passionate. Loving. Generous to a fault.” I placed a crooked finger underneath her chin as I held her in my gaze. “You love hard and intensely. So hard it burns when someone can’t give you that in return.”

  A single tear fell from her pretty brown eye. Her lips trembled treacherously, a forewarning that she’d burst into tears at any second.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “Please forgive me.”

  Any woman who could look that damn beautiful while being vulnerable and honest could have her way with me.

  I opened my arms and she stepped into my embrace. Her body was soft, warm, and she smelled delicious. I felt like fat kid holding a fresh-baked cookie, and I was turned all the way on by her humble, honest apology.

  “You’re forgiven. But you gotta make it up to me.”

  “How?”

  “Let me taste you.”

  Beverly

  “Let me taste you.”

  I froze, simultaneously fear-stricken and aroused by the offer. Romeo and I had met only hours ago. I’d been the biggest bitch to him, and I came to apologize.

  He wants me to make it up to him… by tasting me.

  “Romeo, I —“

  “Beautiful,” he
interrupted me, but I nearly swooned. He called me beautiful like it was my name. “I’m 32, and I’m not him. I know a treasure when I see one. And I know exactly what I want: to slide my tongue up and down your lips and suck on you until you release everything you’re holding back.”

  I stood there, speechless as goosebumps flashed over my body. My nipples stiffened to life as he held me close. His bronzed face was chiseled with unadulterated lust and filled with unspoken promises of pleasure.

  Shame and desire mingled hot in my throat. I could feel the lovely burn of lust starting to flare up between my legs.

  I hated to admit it, but I wanted Romeo so much. I came here to apologize, scared he’d reject me and send me away. Instead, he wanted to whisk me away, and eat my pussy.

  “Come, darling.” He grabbed my hand with authority, and led me toward the elevator. I looked around, making sure nobody saw us slip off, especially my mother. I’d die.

  Alone in the elevator, Romeo trace his finger against the delicate softness of my lower lip. He leaned in and kissed away my doubt and fear, melting my trembles of terror into those of surrender.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, sending erotic chills down my spine. “And then you walk in wearing that fucking dress? Mami, you know you were wrong for that.”

  He said it in a manner that let me know he was turned on from me the minute I stepped in the room. I loved hearing him speak like this because despite being so civil, I could hear and feel the raw, animal appetite for me beneath the surface.

  Romeo led me into the suite, and straight to the large, plush bed in the middle of the room. Laying me down gently at the end of the bed, he cupped my chin and kissed my lips. I moaned from the sweetness of his tender touch, and melted into his firm, chiseled body. That damn cologne filled my nostrils, drenching my senses in masculine security.

  He slipped off his suit jacket, revealing the pressed shirt beneath. That was the first time I noticed his onyx and gold cufflinks. They were exquisite, and I knew what to get him for a gift. (If I ever got the opportunity.)

  He coaxed me back onto the bed. I reached for my heels, not wanting to get my dirty shoes on the duvet, but he stopped me.

  “Let me eat that pussy with your heels on. I like hearing them clap and clatter when they’re wrapped around my neck.” He gave me a wry smirk, and his arched brow rose higher. I couldn’t help but release a nervous giggle. I knew I was beautiful, but this man was young, rich, and handsome. He was influential and distinguished. He could have any woman in that room, including my mother - I saw how she looked at him - but he wanted me. I was drunk from the attention.

  Romeo kissed his way across the expanse of bare skin, making his way from my ankles and calves to my thighs. Every well-placed kiss was followed by a nip or lick of tongue, setting off a sharp, wild need in me.

  “My god, that feels amazing…” I moaned. I grabbed the pillow behind me, becoming dizzy with lust at the feel of his soft lips. His fingers reached up for the most womanly part of me, and I gasped. My thighs tightened, and he stopped and looked me straight in the eye.

  “Baby, I need you to relax.” He rubbed my thighs, and they flared with goosebumps. “I’m not trying to hurt you. You’ve had a long day, you’ve got devastating news, and you need to relax. Just lay back and let me give you the pleasure you deserve.”

  “I’m just—“

  “Beautiful. Exquisite. Tempting. Probably motherfucking delicious too…” His trailed off as a manicured digit peeled into my panties and pulled them to the side. He released the most sensual groan I’d ever heard when he said. “Goddamn, that’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  His tongue boldly swiped against my lips, sending me into another world. He spread my lips, exposing my wetness even further.

  “You’re so wet for me baby, I can taste the sweetness through my nose. And you’re pierced too? Damn, you are a treasure.”

  My back arched as his tongue found my clit. His licks and sucks felt delicious, and even better when he wrapped my legs around his neck and encouraged me to lock him into place.

  “Baby, that feels so good,” I moaned, arching into him as he tasted me. My clit cried out for him as he teased and worked my folds. His smooth finger entered me, reaching upward for that exclusive spot of orgasmic pleasure. He rubbed and rubbed my G-spot in a way that made me lose control of my faculties and writhe to his mercy.

  Romeo took a break from using his tongue, and used his fingers to work my G-spot while massaging my clit with his thumb. His other hand held me down gently by the tummy. His eyes pierced into me, giving me a direct look at the primal beast coming to the surface. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive and fuck me senseless. Yeah, that would be a good thing.

  He hooked his fingers perfectly, and I started to move my hips. We got into a rhythm where I rode his fingers. I looked like I was dancing on the bed. I writhed against his hand, lost to pleasure.

  Erotic pleasure ripped me in half when I came. Unlike orgasms I’d recently had with Alex, which declined in quality because he half-assed with me, this one sent me into overload. I was screaming on the edge.

  “Yes, mami. That’s what I like. Cum for me,” he crooned. “Let me feel that wet pussy cum all over my fingers.”

  As I came down from that one, he spread my thighs aggressively, and pushed his face in. His tongue sent me into ecstasy all over again, and I nearly cried.

  Licking, sucking, tasting, and feasting, he ignored my whimpers to stop. I couldn’t take this much pleasure. It was almost too much, and I’d never experienced so much in my life.

  We hadn’t known each other a full twenty-four hours, and we’d already gone through what felt like hell and back. Now he was taking me straight to heaven, and all I could feel was my wetness sliding down the crack of my ass, my body weightless under the command of his tongue.

  Romeo encouraged me to free my breasts, which I did. He reached up and rubbed my nipples, sending me exotic sensations, but never stopped working my clit.

  I gently took one hand and pressed it down on his head, directing him to suck around my clit the specific way I liked. My left leg trembled, but I was able to ground myself in the right leg and stay focused. I didn’t want to erupt and kick him with my heel.

  I started to lose myself in the wash of orgasm again. Pleasure short-circuited my brain, and as I started to heighten my moans and scream out for him, he wrapped my legs around his neck again, encouraging me to squeeze as I pushed his head down.

  “Fuuuuuuuuck! Ahhhhhh. YES!” I screamed as I came. “Ooooooh god, yes.”

  My bones immediately went liquid, and my soul shivered in contentment. I was severed from reality and floated weightlessly on the bed.

  I didn’t know how else to describe how I felt, but to say… Mama, I think I’m in love.

  Romeo went to the bathroom. I heard water running, and I imagined he was cleaning himself off. When he re-emerged, he had a warm washcloth for me. The heat melted into my skin, soothing me even further.

  “You know you can’t taste this good and only let me have it once, right?”

  I looked at him, pleading for mercy, when he chuckled.

  “Relax, babe. I can tell you’ve had enough for now. Just rest.”

  He walked over and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m headed back downstairs before someone realizes I’m missing. Catch your breath and come back down when you’re ready.”

  I nodded, comforted by the way he treated me. I closed my eyes, allowing the soft, lavish feel of this bed, which made it impossible to move, to swallow me whole.

  I barely noticed when he left. I just know it wasn’t long after we’d finished what we’d done.

  I planned to get up and leave. I honestly did. Yet I was so snug and contented, my eyes drifted closed. I slid under the covers, and felt serenity wash over me. The next thing I knew, I was knocked out.

  Until an urgent shake shook me from my slumber. I jumped up, the iciest shock running
down my spine when a hand tapped me urgently.

  It was Dilayla.

  Shit.

  “What are you doing here?” The tone was taken aback, and while she wasn’t outright rude, I could sense the disapproval masked in her demeanor. I couldn’t blame her. No woman would be happy to find one or friends - or, acquaintances - in their brother’s bed.

  “Oh!”

  A soft gasp from across the room alerted me. I looked up and turned beet red. Raquel was also right inside the door, just as equally shocked.

  Double shit!

  I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, pretty sure its sleekness had been replaced with bedhead frizz.

  “I’m waiting.” Dilayla just a hip out to the side, crossed her arms, and looked at Raquel. When she returned her attention to me, her pretty eyes were narrowed with a growing anger.

  “Romeo invited me up.”

  “What?” She looked at me like I was crazy. “That doesn’t make sense because he’s downstairs. He’s been downstairs for over an hour.”

  “An hour?” My heart sped up as I began to freak out. I’d been missing for an hour? An hour?

  I pushed the covers off and slid out of bed. Thank god I’d slid my shoes off before sleeping, because they were right there next to the bed.

  “Yo, you fucked my brother bitch?” She stepped forward. Anger was evident down to the way she clenched her jawline.

  “No.” I shook my head. Her fists were balled and she looked like she wanted to fight me.

  “Don’t lie to me. I don’t fancy bitches who lie. If you a hoe, be a hoe. Right now, you really looking like the hoe that fucked my brother in his hotel room just a few hours after meeting him.”

  She was intimidating, even for her petite size, but she couldn’t make me admit to something that wasn’t true.

  “We didn’t have sex.” I held my shoes in my hand instead of putting them on. I wasn’t big on fighting, but I certainly wasn’t foolish enough to put on heels while she was confronting me.