KiaraThe air pulsates with vibrant energy, a large group of people on the dancefloor spinning, dipping, flipping, and shit. I watch in amazement, swaying along to the music. There's not one person there that doesn't look like they're having the time of their lives. "Do you wanna dance?" He reaches his hand out to me and I take it, feeling a jolt of energy. My heart is racing as he pulls me to the dance floor and envelopes me in his arms. "I don't know how to dance," I admit, nervously biting my lip. "No problem. I'll teach you," he whispers close to my ear. How does he even know how to do this? Oh yeah, they probably do this shit every day in Texas. His eyes hold a mix of confidence and excitement as he places one hand on my waist and the other holds mine. "Relax and follow my lead," he instructs with a warm smile. He takes a step and I mirror it, deciding to trust him completely. If I fall and bust my ass, I know he'll catch me. As the dance unfolds, the music en
Kiara I stop thinking about the moves and let the music guide me. The energy in the room is infectious as I start moving in sync with everyone else. When I dip and raise myself off the floor, I catch Trey watching me from across the room, a smirk playing on his perfect lips. Damn, I almost forgot about him. I think about just stopping, but I might as well finish the song. With him watching me, I feel bolder, sexier even. I continue performing the moves with assurance, my eyes locked on him the entire time. His amusement gradually morphs into lust as he watches me twirl and sway my hips. My body hums with need under his heated gaze, but I manage to keep my focus. The people dancing around me hype my head up with whoops and cheers. "Attagirl!" "Okay, we see you!" It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. I'm actually grateful that Trey brought me here! Candy and I never did things like this, but we'll definitely have to start...if she ever comes back from New Yo
Trey I kick open the door with Kiara wrapped around my body, my hands cupping her juicy ass. I carry her to my room before setting her down on the ground, pulling her shirt over her head before bringing my lips back to hers. A soft moan escapes her as she desperately unbuttons my shirt. I pop open her jeans, breaking our kiss to yank them down her ankles. Then, I quickly remove my own along with my boxers. I had no idea that tonight would end like this, but fuck, I'm definitely not complaining. We did one final dance at the bar, where she teased the hell out of me the entire time. She kept grazing her ass against my dick, seemingly innocent to anyone else, but I knew what she was finally asking for. And I'm damn sure about to give it to her! She giggles as I lift her up and throw her on the bed, covering her body with my own. She's wearing a sexy black thong that I swiftly tear off I prop myself up to admire her beautiful, curvy body beneath me. "What are you doing? Fuck me
Trey "That's it, Cupcake. You ride my cock so well." I grab the nape of my neck and bring her down to kiss me. Nipping at her bottom lip, she eagerly opens for me. Our tongues engage in a ravenous battle for dominance. Ultimately, I win and explore her mouth while she rides me harder. At the club, she showed me how much those hips don't lie, and right now the way she's rolling them around as she bounces, I'm in fucking heaven! "Oooh, that feels so good, Trey," she moans, getting lost in the pleasure. She quickly changes positions, steadying herself on her feet and bounces on my cock like she has lost her mind. The sound of wet sex takes over the room. As her huge breasts bounce in my face, I kneed them in my hands, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Loud moans spill from her lips, and from the way she clenches around me, I know she's close. "Come for me, again," I demand with a growl. I pinch her bud hard and she screams, throwing her head back, as another orgasm crashe
Kiara's POV I wake up surrounded in his strong arms for the third morning in a row. The calming rhythm of his steady breathing envelops me, and I sense the subtle, rhythmic movement of his chest against my back. I can admit, I've gotten too wrapped up in the fantasy that he could be mine. Every moment that he's not working, we're spending together. Yesterday, we even went on a late night stroll on the beach and it was the most amazing, romantic thing I've ever done. Trey doesn't seem to want to waste a single second not showing me how he feels, and I love it because Jordan never put in this amount of effort. I think he feels exactly the way I feel about him but neither of us will say the words aloud because that will only make my departure more painful. Any day now, I'll be moving back into my own apartment and we won't see each other anymore except when Candy invites me to family events, and that's if she ever comes back. Stretching, I try to loosen Trey's arms around my waist,
Kiara I grasp the keys to my new apartment in my hand, the weight of them signifying the end of my stay with Trey. Maybe I'll just wait until the weekend to tell him. After all, I still need to retrieve the rest of my belongings from storage, and Trey would probably be willing to assist. It's not like we can't continue to hang out after I leave, it'll just be...different. Strictly friends again. I'll just need some time to get over him first. The parking lot of "Lux Temptations" is full, so I park in a lot down the street and walk over. The head waiter, a bald man in a tuxedo, awaits me at the host station. "Hi, I'm looking for-" "Come right this way. Trey wants you to wait in his office until dinner service is over," he says gruffly. "Oh okay..." I trial off, still trying to figure out how he knows who I am. I walk through the restaurant and go into his office, closing the door behind me. Sitting down in the big, comfy chair, my mind drifts off thinking about how I'm
Kiara He guides me into the kitchen, skillfully removing my dress, panties, and bra before bending me over the stainless steel counter. Shedding his chef jacket and shirt, he stands before me, clad only in black slacks. My mouth waters at the sight of his well-toned body. "Trey," I whimper. "In my kitchen, you'll call me Chef," he says harshly. "You won't move until I say so." I look around, biting my lip nervously at the thought of someone accidentally walking in on us. I mean, is he sure everyone else left? I don't want him to get in trouble and being mad at me for thinking he fucked someone else may be clouding his judgement. "Kiara, I asked...Do. You. Understand?" His voice snaps my attention back to him. Damn, when did he get behind me? "Yes...Chef!" I yelp as something hard impacts my ass from behind. "W-What was that?" I squeak, attempting to rub my tender ass, but he seizes my hand and firmly places it back on the counter. As Trey's deep voice resonates through
Kiara "Please, fuck me, Chef," I beg. Trey shakes his head. "Not yet. Open." I obey, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue for him. He squirts a mountain of whip cream in my mouth and I quickly swallow it. Lust dances in his eyes as he watches me lick my lips clean. I want to drive him as crazy as he drives me. Determination surges through me as I sit up and grab the can from him. I look into his eyes as I put whip cream on his nipples. I swirl my tongue clockwise against his nipples, and he grips my ponytail firmly, a soft groan escaping from his lips. "Fuck, that feels good," he hisses. "Take it out." I swallow hard as I pull down his zipper, grabbing the hem of his slacks as I yank them down. His long, hard cock springs out to greet me. "Oh God," I breathe. There's pre-cum leaking from the tip, and it takes all my willpower to not lick it off. "You ready for me, Cupcake?" he asks, sucking in his bottom lip seductively. "Fuck yes!" I pull him closer and wrap my