by Lolita Lopez
Her signature in place, she toyed with a button on his shirt. His heartbeat sprinted beneath her fingertips and she took that as her cue to continue. Rising on tiptoes, Yoli languidly sniffed his neck and lazily purred, “You smell amazing.”
Tiny goose bumps erupted along his neck. The corners of her lips curved with a smug grin. “Do you want to kiss me?”
The vein in his throat jumped. “Are you serious?”
She smiled saucily and pressed her plump lips to his. He stiffened in surprise but quickly relaxed as she sucked his lower lip between hers. Anxious quivers rocked her belly. A hungry groan escaped his throat and vibrated her lips. His strong arms wound around her back and hauled her against his chest. Success!
Fingers sifting through his short hair, Yoli captured his mouth in a sensuous kiss. Her tongue slipped between his lips, searching for his. As their tongues mated, Zel’s hands rode the curve of her back and grasped her bottom through the flimsy fabric of her robe. Yoli’s eyes widened as his cock stabbed her soft belly. The length of his hardness made her curious so she slid her hand down his abs and over his belt buckle.
When she grasped him through his trousers, Zel groaned and pumped his hips. Desperate to get inside his pants, she pushed him backward until his back hit the door. They traded frantic kisses as Zel pushed her robe down around her shoulders. Yoli let her arms drop and, with a little shake, sent the robe fluttering around her ankles. Standing in just her rhinestone thong and tassels, she felt incredibly sexy and just a little bit vulnerable. Zel groped her bare cheeks with his big hands. His lips peppered her jaw and neck with kisses. Her tummy fluttered with desire.
Hands on her shoulders, Zel spun her around and pulled her ass against his cock. His rough palms caressed her breasts and belly. When he tugged on her nipple tassels, Yoli sucked in a sharp breath. He nibbled her neck and sucked on the curve of her throat. Eyes closed, she pushed back against his cock, wiggling her ass to tease him.
As his fingers found their way to her juicy cleft, Yoli’s eyes flew open and caught their reflection in the mirror. Her heart clenched as she watched his hand beneath the thin triangle of fabric covering her sex. Zel’s gaze burned hers in the mirror across the room. His fingers slid along the slippery crease of her labia, separating them in the search for her wet heat.
When a thick finger slid inside her pussy, Yoli whimpered and bucked. His thumb settled over her clit and flicked the swollen nub. Zel’s dexterity amazed her as he worked her cunt in a way she never knew possible. Her knees trembled as he fingered her slick sheath and rubbed her clit with just the right amount of speed and pressure. His teeth grazed her shoulder as he alternated suckling the sensitive spot with teasing nibbles. Yoli’s toes curled at the sensual assault. Her breath hitched as she approached orgasm.
“I want to see you come.” Zel’s whisper tickled her ear. “Look at me.”
Yoli couldn’t deny his request. Their eyes locked in the mirror. As the waves of ecstasy crashed down upon her, she ground her pussy into his hand, milking his digits for every last ounce of sensation. The sounds of his fingers plunging into her slick cream competed with her panting and soft moans. Only his arm crooked around her waist kept her from falling to the floor in a boneless, quivering heap. She shivered when he gently removed his fingers from her G-string. He brought the shiny fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. The sight drove her wild.
Suddenly Yoli was overwhelmed with the need to taste him. She turned around and dropped to her knees. Her greedy fingers tugged on his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled it free from his trousers. Her nose nuzzled his bellybutton and happy trail. Teeth grasping the waistband of his black boxer briefs, she started to drag them down.
And then there was a knock at the door.
“Yoli?” Lynn’s voice penetrated the wood. “Three minutes until the meet ’n’ greet. You need any help?”
Cursing Lynn’s timing, Yoli cleared her throat of its huskiness before replying. “No.”
“All right. I’ll be back in a sec to escort you.”
“Okay.” As Lynn left, Yoli rested her forehead against Zel’s stomach. “I’m sorry.”
He cupped her chin and tipped it gently. His warm smile reassured her. “It’s okay. I understand.”
“Are you sure?”
Zel nodded and helped her stand. He bent down, snatched her robe from the floor and pressed it into her hands. “May I see you again? Later?”
His hopeful tone made her practically giddy. “Yes!”
Yoli scurried to her purse on the corner chair and rifled through the contents. She found the spare key to her penthouse suite and raced back to him. “You’ll need this to access the elevator to my floor. I’ll be back in my room by eleven.”
Zel pocketed the key. “I’ll be there.”
She trembled with the promise of a night she’d never forget. “So I’ll see you then?”
He leaned down and kissed her hungrily. “Count on it.”
Flashing that ever so sexy grin, Zel opened the door and slipped into the hallway. Yoli collapsed against the door, barely able to breathe. What did I just do?
Chapter Two
Zel’s limbs trembled as he stepped off the elevator and into a private hallway. There was only one door straight ahead. As he strode toward it, his dick leapt in his pants. He was so hard it hurt. Just the thought of burying his face in Yoli’s sweet pussy threatened to make him come in his pants. He couldn’t ever remember being so turned-on in his life.
Still his mind reeled from the surreal turn his visit to her dressing room had taken. At best, Zel had been hoping to snag a dinner date. Holding Yoli close as he worked her into a frenzied state with his fingers had never even crossed his mind. The taste of her delicious cunt still lingered on his lips.
Clenching his shaking fingers, Zel rapped his knuckles against the door. He expected to wait but the door swung inward almost immediately. His eyes widened at the sight of Yoli, naked and freshly showered, her damp hair curling around her shoulders. He raked his hungry gaze over those full breasts and the gentle curve of her belly. Desperate to get his hands on her plump flesh, Zel lifted his hand and let a strip of condoms unfold for her approval.
In a flash, Yoli snatched a handful of his shirt and dragged him inside the penthouse. He kicked the door shut behind him and trailed her like a puppy through the various rooms of the upscale suite. His eyes trained on the hypnotic swing of her wide hips and the jiggle of her voluptuous ass. Naughty visions filtered through his mind.
When they reached the bedroom, Yoli pounced on him. Her fingers made quick work of divesting his clothing. Dropping the condoms, Zel helped speed up the process, kicking off his shoes and tearing off his shirt. He’d barely peeled off his boxer briefs before Yoli shoved him onto the bed. He fell back against the fluffy comforter, his feet still flat on the floor. In an instant, her hot, wet mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock. The sensation of her velvety tongue flicking his frenulum knocked the breath from his lungs. Her slick lips enveloped his shaft and slid down the length.
Eyes closed, Zel enjoyed the unbelievable feeling of her tongue and lips lavishing attention on his cock. Her hands joined the party, one stroking his shaft, the other playing with his balls. His hips pumped subtly in reaction to the delicious stimulation. When Zel lifted his head and watched his cock disappear down her throat, he nearly shot off immediately.
Not ready to lose it just yet, he gently pulled away from her mouth. She cast a confused look his way. “Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head. “You did everything right. I want to come with you—later.”
Mischief sparkled in Yoli’s brown eyes. “Later?”
“Right now I want you to get up on this bed and put your ass in the air.” Zel grinned at the enthusiastic expression on Yoli’s face. She hastily complied. He slid off the bed and knelt behind her. Wasting no time, Zel palmed her plump cheeks and dived into her pussy.
Yoli squealed with delight as he lapped at her core, her musky juice coating his tongue. He nibbled at her dusky lips and traced them toward her pulsing clit.
As he suckled the nub, Zel slipped a pair of fingers into her slippery cunt. Yoli moaned and pushed back against his thrusting fingers, her slick sleeve clenching around them. The feeling transmitted straight to his dick and made him mad with desire. To keep his mind off his throbbing cock, Zel concentrated on her clit, slurping the bud between his lips and flicking his tongue against it.
Howling into the comforter, Yoli clenched her thighs together and abruptly broke contact. “You’re going to kill me,” she panted.
Smirking, Zel wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He stretched to reach the discarded strip of condoms and tore one loose. With a rip of his teeth, he opened the package and hastily applied the latex sheath. He climbed onto the bed where Yoli knelt, facing him. Reclining against the pile of pillows, Zel motioned to his cock. “Ride me?”
Yoli’s eyes lit up and she nodded happily. Looking incredibly sexy, she crawled toward him and straddled his hips. She grasped the base of his thick cock and lifted her ass, lining up their bodies for the ultimate joining. Satisfied moans escaped their lips as Yoli’s hot pussy swallowed every inch of his cock. She sat still for a moment, as if savoring the new sensation of being filled by him. Zel’s hands moved to her thick waist, his fingers grasping her plump hips as he guided her slow movements. She swayed back and forth and swiveled her hips in circles. The look on her face told him all he needed to know. She was loving every minute of riding his cock.
Bit-by-bit Yoli’s pace quickened, as did the force of her strokes. Hands on his chest, she shifted her weight from her knees to her feet and bounced hard on him. He was taken aback by the vision of this luscious beauty pistoning on his cock. Those gorgeous tits bounced just inches from his face, tempting him with their rosy peaks. Licking his lips, he leaned forward and sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth. Yoli whimpered and pushed against him. A smile played upon her pouting lips.
“What?” Zel’s curiosity got the best of him.
Yoli didn’t bother stopping her wild ride. Grinning playfully, she replied, “You’re the first man I’m not afraid of breaking.”
Zel laughed and snapped his hips a few times, meeting her downward strokes. Her wet pussy lips smashed against his pelvis with every down stroke and sometimes she ground her clit against him. Lips returning to her breasts, Zel wrapped his arms around her and embraced her as she gyrated atop him. Yoli cupped the back of his neck and made the most primal noises he’d ever heard.
When she slowed her pace, he glanced up questioningly. Breathless, she kissed him. “Now I want to come with you.”
His stomach flip-flopped. “On your back.”
Yoli lifted off and fell back onto the comforter, her head pointed toward the foot of the bed. Black waves fanned around her head and framed her beautiful face. He planted kisses on her knee, up along her thigh and across her belly as he moved over her. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Zel slid into place, his cock finding its home again. His fingers tangled in her hair as he thrust languidly and made love to her mouth. Her hands roamed his back, fingernails trailing up and down his skin.
When Yoli’s hands gripped his backside, Zel understood the message. He deepened his thrusts and moved faster, taking her with sharp strokes. Yoli rose up beneath him, meeting each pump of his hips. As they raced toward their shared release, the fervency of their mating took on an animalistic tone. Grunting and groaning, they kissed frantically and groped at one another. The bed shook with their exertions.
At the sound of Yoli’s changing breaths, Zel knew she was close. He finally released the grip he’d had on his own orgasm and let the trembling sensation build in his lower belly. Yoli’s fingers tightened on his biceps just seconds before she threw back her head and cried out. She undulated beneath him, her cunt rhythmically clasping and releasing his cock. Zel’s final thrusts were so deep and hard he nearly fucked her off the edge of the bed. With a growl, he came, spilling his cum into the latex reservoir as he jerked.
When Zel shifted his weight, they tumbled off the bed and landed in a tangled heap on the floor. Yoli let out a surprised oof before giggling. Smiling, Zel tried to kick off the comforter and top sheet wound around his ankle. Realizing it was a lost cause, he rolled onto his back and hauled Yoli against him. Her infectious laughter took hold of him.
Cuddled together, they shook with amusement before settling down. Her fingers drew lazy shapes on his abs. He caressed her silky shoulder as he allowed his mind to wander. Only Yoli’s growling stomach could penetrate his thoughts. Amused, he glanced down at her. She smiled apologetically and shrugged. “Room service?”
* * * * *
Curled up in the corner of the cushy couch, Yoli noshed on a rather tasty cheeseburger and sweet potato fries. Some women would have felt self-conscious chowing down in front of the man who’d very nearly fucked them senseless, but not Yoli. She was hungry so she was eating. End of story.
Zel sipped his green tea. “Your suite is much nicer than mine.”
Yoli swallowed her mouthful. “I danced at the owner’s sixtieth birthday party a few months ago. Sweet guy, really lovely wife,” she added, remembering the warm couple. “Are you staying here too?”
He nodded and set aside his teacup. “The hotel is sponsoring part of the fight. We’ve got a floor to ourselves.”
“Nifty.” She swiped a fry through ketchup. As she enjoyed the sweet orange fry, Yoli eyed Zel curiously. “You don’t strike me as the cage-fighting type.”
Bemusement colored his features. “And what does a cage fighter look like?”
She shrugged. “I’ve always thought of cage fighters as unintelligent brutes beating the crap out of one another. You’re neither brutish nor unintelligent—as far as I can tell,” she qualified.
There was a far-off look in his eyes before he finally replied. “Sometimes we find ourselves doing things we never imagined.” Before she could press, Zel turned the tables. “And you? Why do you dance?”
“Because I love it.”
“Did you always want to be a burlesque performer?”
She shook her head. “I’d never even heard of burlesque before starting college. I saw this fantastic show one night while out with some friends—and I just knew. While I finished my degree, I researched the industry and started dancing for fun. You know, just to amuse my friends and myself. Delia, my roommate, designed clothes on the side and helped me with some costumes. Just before I graduated, I worked up the nerve to enter a contest. I couldn’t believe it when I won. The rest is history.”
“And your parents?” He seemed genuinely interested, not at all patronizing. “How do they feel about your chosen profession?”
A wry smile curved her lips. “They weren’t thrilled in the beginning, especially after I’d just gone through seven years of college for a Ph.D. And of course my dad and brothers were incredibly weirded out when I was on the cover and the centerfold in Playboy.”
Zel laughed. “Yes, that would be awkward.”
“Definitely,” she agreed. “Once I started rolling in cash, my family realized I could support myself really well and let go of all their concerns. They’re really supportive now. When Nicolas de Beauvois chose me as the face of his fashion house, my parents were totally stoked. It’s not every day a plus-size girl gets to represent an haute couture label.”
“Those were amazing ads. There’s a billboard outside my training center,” he explained.
“Ah,” she said. “That makes sense. I had a hard time imagining you flipping through Vogue.”
“Definitely not my type of reading material,” Zel agreed. “So what did you study in college?”
“Applied mathematics.” At the look of shock on his face, Yoli laughed. “Yes, I’m something of a math nerd.”
“Do you still use your education?”
“Sure,” she said. “I’ve got some side
projects I work on when I have the chance. Mathematics is a solitary discipline for the most part. I can just as easily work on new theories in this hotel room as I can in a lab on campus somewhere.”
Zel shifted on his corner of the couch, as if to better see her. “How long do you plan to do this? To dance?”
Yoli shrugged. “No idea. I’m only twenty-eight so I’ve got some time to enjoy this. I can’t imagine doing burlesque shows in my forties or fifties though. It’s a lot of work.”
“I can imagine.”
“And you?” Her eyebrows arched. “You can’t possibly fight like this for much longer.” She shuddered to think what damage he’d already done.
“This is my last fight.” He sounded almost wistful. “It’s time to close this chapter of my life and move forward.”
“And do what?”
His shoulders bobbed. “I honestly have no idea. I’m considering going to college or just taking some time to travel.”
“I vote for traveling first. Get out and see all the things you want to see before throwing yourself into your studies.”
“Duly noted,” Zel said. “I’ve been thinking about going home for an extended visit.”
“Where is home?”
“Croatia.”
“Really?” Yoli sat forward. “I visited Dubrovnik last summer. Gorgeous city.” She considered Zel for a moment and tried to gauge his age. “I guess that means you were in Croatia during the war.”
Zel’s jaw hardened. “I was a teenager.”
Yoli sensed that was all he was going to say and left it at that. “When did you come to the States?”
“Sixteen years ago. I was twenty and came here as part of a refugee program.”
“Wow… That must have been something of a culture shock.”
A quirky smile appeared on his face. “You have no idea. Thankfully my English was fairly good at the time. I managed to find a job at a gym, got a GED and eventually my citizenship. I fell into prize fighting as a way to make ends meet and, well, one thing led to another and here I am.”
