Imperfect Love: Cheeky (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Natasha Madison

  She collapses on my chest while she catches her breath. “That was good,” she says while she kisses my neck. My hand rubs circles on her back as my cock begins to soften inside of her.

  “Best way to wake up, you sucking my cock, then riding me,” I tell her, pulling her hair back so I can see her face.

  Her eyes are soft now, her cheeks rosy, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think she just woke up. “Morning, love,” I say to her, touching my mouth to hers.

  She kisses me back before she rolls off of me and gets up, heading straight into the bathroom where I hear her turn the shower on. She walks back into the room. “Are you going to order room service?” she asks.

  “What do you want?” I lean over, picking up the phone, dialing room service.

  “Anything is good,” she says to me. I place an order of pancakes and eggs. I know she loves the pancakes here.

  I hang up the phone, looking at her still standing there. “Is that it?”

  “How long will it take?” she asks me.

  “They said about forty-five minutes.”

  She smiles and reaches for my hand.

  “Good, come wash my back.” She laughs as she pulls me out of bed. “And, you know, other stuff.”

  I follow her in the shower where I thoroughly clean her back, and, you know, other places. By the time we’re done, the bathroom is foggy from the long steamy shower we just took.

  I’m just tying my robe when our room service order arrives. Usually we eat in bed, but today we sit at the table. She sits right next to me, something that she has done ever since we went out for pizza a few nights ago. It’s a small gesture, but it’s almost like she wants to be next to me.

  She cuts into her pancake, dipping a piece in syrup. “I’m really going to miss these,” she says as she cuts another piece.

  I don’t say anything while I eat my fresh fruit and my egg white omelet. I don’t even want to think about tomorrow when we have to pack and leave. I don’t want to think that in two days I’ll be waking up by myself. That there will be no more soft snoring, no one stealing the covers from me, no one reaching out to grab my hand while we walk or even while we watch television.

  “What are we doing today?” she asks while sipping her coffee.

  “I want to go to the sex shop.” I watch her.

  “Really?” She leans back in the chair, the top of her robe opening.

  “We have reservations tonight at Sapphire,” I tell her, watching her face. Her eyes light up.

  “Shut up,” she says, sitting up in the chair. “Seriously?”

  I nod.

  “Holy shit.” She jumps up and says, “Let’s go.” She runs to the bathroom.

  I laugh at her when she walks out five seconds later, dressed in shorts and a shirt, her flip-flops slapping against her feet. Her luggage still hasn’t arrived, so it’s all new.

  “How are you not dressed already?” She walks over and grabs a pair of my jeans and a polo shirt and throws them at me. I get dressed while she watches me.

  Ten minutes later, we walk out of the hotel and hail a cab to Adam & Eve.

  She is in such a hurry she doesn’t even wait for me. She is already inside the store before I even finish paying the cab driver.

  I walk into the store and try scanning for her head. In the front of the store, all the lingerie is hanging on different displays. Against the wall on the left hand side are all their shoes, along with what looks like a selection of oils.

  “Holy shit! Fitch, look at this.” I hear her call to me from the other side of the store. I turn to follow her voice, and she stands there holding up what looks like a thong.

  “What is that?” I ask, walking to her.

  “It’s the Crotchless Beaded Lovers Thong,” she says as if I should have known this. She then shows me the dual strands of beads that run from a strap at the front, over her clit to the piece of material that slides between her ass cheeks. “Samantha wore this in Sex and The City. I’m so getting this, and I’m buying one for Melanie.” She picks up another one. “I think we need one of those big carts.” She moves to the door and grabs one.

  ]She comes back and immediately starts going through the rack. Pulling out a pair of leather boxers, she says, “Oh, look, these were made for you!” She shows me. “And they even have a zipper. Kind of like, surprise! My dick is in here!” I laugh at her as she asks, “What size are you?”

  I grab the boxers from her and hang them back up.

  “I’m not wearing that,” I tell her, looking over at the crotchless panties.

  “Can I help you?” A blond woman comes over to us. I’m about to tell her no when Lexi opens her mouth.

  “We need a butt plug.” Her face is straight. “It’s my first time, so I’m not looking for anything too big.” She continues discussing butt plugs as if she were inquiring about T-shirts. “I mean, he’s huge, and I’m not sure if we will get to that, but for tonight, I was thinking I’d try something small-ish.”

  “Oh, I can help you with that, hon? We have quite a big selection. I’m sure we’ll find what you’re looking for.” She turns away with Lexi trailing behind and heads to the back of the store. “Is it just for you? Or will both of you need one?”

  What the hell? “It’s just for her.” I don’t even want to see what she has for me.

  She smiles at me, almost like she doesn’t believe me. “We have an anal training kit. I always recommend that for first-timers.”

  “Oh, what is that?” Lexi asks. Her eyes widen and glaze over a bit, almost as if the woman asked her if she wanted candy.

  “It is three different sizes. You start with the smallest one, and you work your way up to the largest. That will prepare you to accept a”—she glances over at me—“significant intrusion with a minimum of discomfort.” She looks between the two of us and continues, “Were you thinking of glass or jelly? I would suggest you go jelly. Being a first timer, it’s more comfortable.”

  “Oh, look, a pink one!” Lexi says, grabbing a set of three plugs that look like a spade. “I think I like this one,” she says to the woman and then looks at me. “What do you think?”

  I have no idea what to think. I can’t believe we’re even standing here discussing anal toys. Talk about going out of the box. I grab the package from her and start reading, but not really comprehending it. I’m just thinking about Lexi bent over and me putting this in her.

  “Fitch, look! A ‘My First Anal Explorer Kit!’ It comes with an anal vibrator. Ooh, ten speeds.” She puts it in the basket.

  “You know what else I’m looking for?” she starts to tell the lady, and I’m almost scared to find out what she’s talking about. “A pair of those panties with a remote control vibrator inside, like the ones from the movie The Ugly Truth with Katherine Heigl and Gerard Butler!”

  “Yes.” She nods and turns to go over to the side wall. “These panties slip-on, and there is a pocket in the front where you put this little vibrator inside, see? It comes with a wireless remote, and there are three speeds.” She smiles at me.

  “Perfect.” Lexi adds that to the basket. Something on the wall catches Lexi’s eyes, and she laughs out loud. “Look at this, Fitch! It’s a ‘Clone a Willy Kit.’ We have to get this,” she says, adding it to the basket. “I can make it tonight and bring it home with me.”

  The lady laughs at her and excuses herself to go help another couple that just walked in.

  “Love, you aren’t buying that Willy thing.” I pick it up, ready to put it back.

  “Why? It’ll be like a parting gift. That way I can still have sex with you after I get back home.” She pouts. “Don’t take the willy away from me.” She then smiles. “Willy.” She shakes her head, looking over at other things. “Let’s get some lingerie.” She walks back to the front and starts going through the rack of lingerie. She holds up a fake leather bra and panty set. “It’s crotchless and nipple-less.” She shrugs. “No surprise there unlike those boxers.” She puts it back on
the hook.

  “Are we done?” I ask, looking around.

  “I think so. I’m excited to be plugged.” She walks to the register and starts putting our things on the counter. “Don’t even think of paying for my anal toys, Fitch, or I’ll be buying myself one of those chastity belts.” Her eyes glare at me.

  “Is that all?” the cashier asks. “May I also suggest some lube to go with this and also a cleaning kit?”

  Lexi nods her head. “Yes, definitely.” She points to the box of five lubes. “We’ll take the variety pack.”

  By the time everything is placed in the bags, I have a cab already waiting for her outside.

  I look over at Lexi, who is rifling through the bags to make sure nothing is missing.

  “I can’t wait for tonight.” She looks over at me and smiles. “Thank you for taking this off my sex bucket list. I’m glad it’s with you.”

  The words shouldn’t gut me, but they do. The rage is starting to coil in my belly at the thought of her doing any of this with anyone else. I try not to think about how in two days we will both be in our separate homes in the same city. I try not to think about how I won’t be waking up with her. I really try not to think about how, in five days’ time, she has weaved her way into my heart.

  “Hello, earth to Fitch,” she says, kissing my cheek.

  “Yeah, sorry, I was thinking about an email I have to answer.” I pretend, hoping she can’t see the terror on my face.

  “Okay. So as I was saying, I’m going to go shopping for tonight, and I want it to be a surprise, so,” she says when the cab stops at the front of the Bellagio, “take this upstairs, and I’ll be back soon.”

  I nod to her, paying the guy. We both get out. She gets on her tippy toes to kiss my lips. “Now, don’t use any of my anal toys while I’m gone.”

  She taps my nose and walks away, smiling.

  I shake my head and laugh while I watch her walk away to go shopping. I watch till I can’t see her anymore, diligently ignoring the way my heart is beating.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lexi

  I walk away from him, looking down at my hands and wondering why they are shaking. I look back, and he’s still there, watching me. I keep walking, but I’m thinking about the expression on his face in the car. He was distracted, not paying attention to me, but the look on his face was almost like he was in pain. I wonder what that was all about.

  I pull out my phone to text Melanie.

  Yo, Ho!

  I do the time change in my mind and realize she must just be getting out of work now since it’s almost six there.

  Who you calling a ho, Ho? You’re the one having sex seven times a day. So, what’s up, ho bag?

  Nothing. I got you a present!

  Please tell me it’s not a fucking mug.

  Nope. It’s way better.

  Better than a mug??? Intrigued!

  You remember those panties Samantha wore in SATC?

  SHUT UP!!!!!!

  YUP! Don’t say I never give you anything.

  Wait, where did you buy them?

  We just got back from a sex shop.

  You guys are banging seven times a day. I’m surprised your vagina hasn’t dried up.

  We don’t bang seven times a day.

  I stop walking and count. Okay, maybe we do, but I have one week. Shit, dread comes in again.

  So, why the sex shop visit?

  Anal plugs.

  Jesus. Why couldn’t you just say none of my business. Did you get beads or just a plug?

  Just a plug. How’s things?

  Good. Weather is good. What time do you get in on Saturday?

  Afternoon.

  Have you guys discussed what happens next?

  Negative.

  LEXI! YOU HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT!!

  I sigh, looking down.

  It is what it is. One week, no strings. That is what we agreed on.

  Okay, Lexi, but you need to tell him how you feel.

  How do you know how I feel? You don’t know everything, Mel.

  I know you can’t have sex with him seven times a day without feeling anything. I also know I’m going to have ice cream ready for you when you get home. And wine. Lots of wine.

  I don’t answer her because I don’t know what to say. She’s probably right, but I’m not going to let it get the best of me. I have two days, and I’m going to wring every second out of it.

  Fine, don’t answer. Be like that, you anal loving whore.

  Hey! I don’t know if I’m even going to like it yet.

  See you Saturday!

  I put my phone away and start window shopping. I’m looking for something sexy but loose when a dress in a small boutique’s window catches my eye. It almost looks strapless, but there are sleeves that start at the elbow and poof out to the wrists where they’re cinched with elastic, making it look kind of like a bubble. The top looks sort of like a tube top, all stretchy elastic all over the chest area. The rest is loose and flowy from below the breasts all the way to the bottom, where it lands at mid-thigh. I walk into the shop to try it on. It turns out that the sleeves only look like they aren’t attached to the dress, but they are attached. It’s so comfortable, and I love how the silky fabric just seems to float all around me. It’s perfect, just what I was looking for. I look at the back wall and see a tan pair of suede platform sandals. They have little straps across the top of the foot from the toes all the way up to the ankle. They’re secured in the back, behind the ankles, by a strip of fabric and a zipper. They’re exactly what I need to complete this whole bohemian look.

  I get back to the room, and I realize I don’t have a key, so I knock.

  The door swings open, and he yanks me inside. “What took you so long?” he says, pinning me to the door.

  “Um, it’s been an hour?” I laugh at him while he starts to kiss my neck. “It might have been even less.” I push him away, laughing. “Were you trying the anal kit?” I throw my bag on the couch and pick up the white Adam & Eve bag, checking inside.

  “So, I’m thinking we can go have dinner before?” he says.

  “That sounds good. What were you thinking?”

  “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking,” he says, looking at me while he licks his lips. “I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what I want to eat.”

  “Really?” An eyebrow rises. “Interesting.”

  He’s about to charge me when I hold up my hands. “No,” I say. “How about this, you go get ready, I’ll go get ready, and then we’ll meet back here.”

  “Lexi,” he hisses out.

  “Please,” I beg, “do this?”

  “Fine, but the minute you’re done, all bets are off.”

  “I’m taking this bag into the bathroom, mister. I don’t trust you with my anal kit,” I say, grabbing the bags as I head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. “Get ready, Fitch, for a night I’m going to make sure you won’t ever forget,” I whisper into the room to myself.

  It’s almost two hours later when I’m finally dressed. I have bathed, soaked, exfoliated, shaved, trimmed, and lotioned. My hair is parted in the middle, falling in sexy waves around my face, making me look like I just got fucked. I don’t put on any necklaces, opting to leave my neck bare. I keep my makeup to a minimum. I’m going for a natural look. I look at myself one last time and then open the door. The sight I’m greeted with stops the breaths in my chest.

  He’s standing there in front of the window facing the Vegas strip. Only one light is on in the room, but the lights from outside do their thing, casting a glow throughout the space. He’s wearing a black suit that is obviously custom tailored because it molds to his body. A crisp white, button-down shirt is open at the neck. He’s holding a tumbler of scotch in his hands, and I can see that watch of his peeking out beneath the cuff of his shirt. His face has a sexy dusting of scuff that just makes him look hotter. He turns to look at me, and I twirl so he can see the whole outfit. The movement of air makes th
e dress spin around me.

  “Fuck,” he says while his eyes run the length of me. “Jesus, Lexi. You’re stunning.”

  I walk over to him and take the scotch from his hand. I press my lips to the glass and sip, the smoky liquor burning all the way down.

  He grabs me around the waist, bringing me closer to him. His hand travels down to my ass where he lifts the dress so he can see what’s underneath. He groans when he realizes I’m not wearing anything. He bends his head to nip at the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. With just that, my body shakes and I break out in goosebumps.

  “Where is the bag, Lexi?” His hot breath hisses out against my skin.

  “In the bathroom,” I whisper.

  “I’m going to go get the bag,” he says, kissing his way up my neck softly. “You are going to put that sweet ass on the table.” His tongue runs up my neck to my ear where he whispers, “I’m going to eat before we leave here.” He squeezes my ass as he grinds himself into me before he releases me and walks away. I down the rest of his scotch. My throat is on fire, but I can already feel the warmth of the booze soothing my nerves.

  I walk over to the table and lift myself onto it. I look over my shoulder and watch as he comes straight to me, hot eyes focused on me, like a predator. Mine. Is the only word that comes to my mind.

  He settles in the chair in front of me. “Put your feet on the armrests and open your legs, Lexi.”

  I immediately do as I’m told because his voice is so demanding; it’s not like anything I’ve heard from him—or anyone else—before. It’s almost hard, like he’s barely holding on.

  He lifts my dress, baring my pussy to his eyes. “Lean back,” he commands.

  I lean back onto my elbows so I can watch him. I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to sear this into my memory. His hands slide up my thighs to the very top, his thumbs landing on my lips as I feel him separate them. His head descends and he licks up the length of my slit to my clit in one long swipe of his hot tongue. “Did you play with this pussy in the tub, love?” he asks as his fingers play with my clit.