Vera

One hour later

“Interesting place, sweetheart,” Alistair remarked as we stepped into our room at the Casa de Amor.

“I thought you’d like it,” I whispered, peppering his masculine jaw with hot kisses.

“You are a woman of mystery, love,” he drawled, breaking away from me. “Did you come here with a former lover?”

“That’s my secret to keep,” I responded with a coy smile.

Julian once mentioned Casa de Amor, dropping hints about some secret deal with a mystery woman. All I knew… she was loaded, and she covered his debts in exchange for, well, him. Sapphire had no idea, but that mess was Julian’s to clean up, not mine. Enough about my brother, because tonight was about me.

Right outside Lester Harbor, Casa de Amor was a secluded sex motel that charged by the hour and offered a special overnight rate. Each room housed a jacuzzi, mirrors, and televisions with porn channels. Some rooms were bondage-themed, while others were furnished with disco lights and dance poles. Our room featured a ceiling mirror above our bed and a vinyl-coated bondage horse. Next to it, there was a small table with rope to be used on the apparatus’s sturdy rings for bondage. A leather flogger lay next to the rope.

“What the heck is that?” Alistair’s eyebrows shot up as he loosened his grip on me.

“It’s a bondage horse,” I replied, slowly unzipping the back of my dress. “Once I’m in position, I want you to spank me. Feel free to use the flogger.”

“I need a minute,” he said in a panicked tone. He broke away from me, took a step back, and placed his hands in his pockets.

I bit my lip and played with my dress, exposing my black lace bra. “We can skip the horse this time. If you feel unsure about this, we can leave.” I touched his arm, but he didn’t respond.

I was about to zip up my dress and walk away when Alistair seized my waist. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks as he gyrated his pelvis into mine. “You’re mine tonight, sweetheart,” he murmured, thrusting his hardness against my body.

“Yours, hmm?” I toyed with his shirt collar, feeling the heat of his face rubbing against mine.

“Goddamn, woman. Kiss me,” he whispered as his perfect aquiline nose touched mine.

I shut my eyes and crashed my mouth against his, letting his tongue slip in and completely wreck me. I breathed him in… warm, minty, addictive… savoring every second. One kiss, and I was his.

Oh, God.

It was damn good. His mouth claimed mine, hungry, hot, like he was breathing through me. Like he needed me to live.

Then our eyes locked.

And something snapped.

Emotion surged, raw, unbearable. I saw too much. Want. Need. A flicker of something terrifying: hope.

My body jolted.

Not from fear. From feeling.

I pulled back, not to play games, but because I needed air. That wild, hungry rush burned on my lips as I darted for the door, adrenaline surging. This wasn’t just a tease. It was real, intense enough to scare me.

“Vera,” he called, sprinting after me. “Don’t leave.”

I turned to face him, teeth sinking into my lip. “That kiss got to me. More than I expected.”

“Then let’s get real. Let’s go deeper.” His green eyes pinned me in place. “Take me. Taste me.” He reached for my hand, voice dropping. “Come on. Trust me.”

I took Alistair’s hand, gravitating back to him. My fingers traced the strength in his shoulders, the firmness of his chest, and the details of every vein and muscle that created his powerful arms. He grabbed my buttocks, pressing my pelvis against his hardened groin.

“Wanna continue our kiss?” he murmured into my ear.

“Yeah.” I nodded, taking in the heat of his lips again.

Maybe I’d traded my soul for his with one shaky breath, one skipped heartbeat, and a kiss that left me starving. I finally broke away, pulse racing, skin flushed and alive. That was hands-down the most intoxicating moment of my life and it was with the city’s most notorious player.

I was ready.

I wanted to be with Alistair.

His eyes shifted from angelic enchantment to sinful delight. “You know, Vera, I would have kept hunting you if you ran away.”

“You’re dangerous,” I said, tracing his chiseled cheekbones. “Still, I’m willing to take a chance.”

Forget caution, I went straight for his belt, unbuckling it with hungry fingers while guiding his hands to the zipper on my dress. One pull and my clothes slipped to the floor, leaving me bare and burning for him.

“I’m impulsive,” Alistair murmured, nipping at my earlobe, his tongue teasing my skin. “You have no idea how much I want you. Tell me, do you want me just as bad?”

I nodded, lips parting as his thumb traced over them, then dipped inside. I closed around it, sucking, tasting salt and heat, watching his eyes darken with every slow pull.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he groaned, his thumb pressing deeper inside my mouth before he slid it out. He crushed his lips to mine, hot and demanding, then paused, breath mingling with mine as the tension built.

“What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”

“Trust. And yours?”

“Fire. Take your bra and your panties off,” Alistair commanded, spanking my ass cheek. I felt the sharp sting of his stiff fingers leave red marks on my skin.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whispered, popping open his shirt buttons one by one. “You planning to fuck me tonight, or just tease?”

“As long as we play it safe.” He fished a condom from his pocket and threw it on the circular bed. He removed his Oxford shoes, dark wool socks, and tailored pants, placing them neatly near the jacuzzi.

I kicked off my dress, heels, and stockings in quick succession, leaving nothing but a barely-there bra and the tiniest thong.

“Want to help me out of this?” Alistair teased, shrugging his open shirt down to reveal dark blue boxers clinging to his hips.

I let my eyes roam over his chest, all lean muscle narrowing to a wickedly tight waist. The ridges of his abs looked carved, every line begging to be touched. Twirling a lock of hair, I grinned. “Damn, I could legit do my laundry on those abs.”

“Vera,” Alistair warned, “you’re a very naughty girl.”

“Why’s that, Mister Scott?” I asked, snaking my hand down his cotton boxers. Bingo. I felt a hard cock, only to have my fingers removed and smacked.

“I asked you to take your bra and panties off, and you didn’t listen. Get rid of them. Now,” Alistair grabbed his belt from his pants, bundled it up, and shifted his pose. He slapped the belt on his other palm to signal what was coming if I didn’t behave.

I tilted my head to one side, laughed softly, and removed my bra.

“Fuuck. You’re stunning.” Alistair shook his head, smirking. “I haven’t seen a pair of natural tits like these for a while.”

We paused, eyes locked, heat crackling between us. The look he gave me was pure hunger.

“Your tits are incredible. Your dark nipples are big enough to suck on,” he remarked, stepping closer. “Let me touch them.” He threw his belt on the bed and weighed my breasts in his hands, kneading them.

His thumbs rubbed my nipples, tight and taut. “So ripe for the picking,” he drawled.

A moan slipped out as he nipped at my neck and rolled my nipple between his fingers. His mouth closed around it, sucking hard, sending sparks straight through me. His free hand yanked off my thong and found my clit, rubbing slow and deep until I gasped, body lighting up with want.

“So delicious,” he breathed against my nipple, then suckled hard.

Vera

Alistair released my nipple from his mouth and let go of my breasts, making me whimper for more.

“Would you like to play a little game, sweetheart?” he asked, throwing off his boxers. Out sprang a thick, long cock jutting from a nest of pubic curls.

“Talking about your snake, huh?” I tilted my head, revealing a naughty smile.

He smirked. “He’s all yours tonight, babe. Handle him however you want.”

“Let me kiss him,” I said, massaging his velvet-smooth length, toying with the bald tip.

“Fuck, you’re born for this,” he groaned.

Gripping the shaft, I kneeled before him and looked up. “Tell me, Daddy. Would you like the blowjob of your life?”

Alistair grinned down at me. “Only if it’s from the woman I can’t get out of my head.”

“Mmm, this is exactly where I want to be,” I purred, breathing in his addictive scent. My lips brushed his tip, and he twitched under the touch. A bead of pre-cum welled up, and I caught it on my tongue, savoring the taste as he shivered for me.

“That’s it. Use your dirty, pouty mouth,” Alistair grabbed my messy hair. “You like eating cock, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“I love your big Daddy cock,” I gushed between licks and sucks.

“Good. Suck on the head. Keep moving your hands up and down my shaft. That’s it, my good girl.”

“You taste like candy, Mister Scott.” I teased his tip with my tongue, swirling it like he was my favorite popsicle, hungry for every drop he’d give me.

“Keep doing that. Don’t stop.” Alistair gripped my hand to speed up the pace. My lips tightened, intensifying my sucks as my tongue flicked the smooth tip of his uncircumcised cock. His groans grew louder as I took him in deeper, devouring as much as I could.

“Oh fuck, Vera. You suck me like a dream,” he groaned, grabbing my hair. “Gonna swallow for me, sweetheart?”

I nodded and took him deeper, swallowing every inch. He tensed, body straining, and then shouted my name as his cock pulsed, flooding my mouth with salty heat. I swallowed it down, savoring every drop, while his grip softened, breath ragged above me.

“Mmm,” I hummed, staring up at Alistair as he wiped strands of hair from my face. “Dessert was delicious.”

He smirked, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. “Didn’t even touch the cake. Want more?”

He slid my hand off his cock and tried to pull me up, but I wasn’t finished. I dropped down, tracing the line of his abs with my tongue, tasting sweat and heat. His stomach muscles twitched when I closed my mouth around his nipple and sucked, slow and deep.

His breath stuttered. Fingers clenched around my wrist. Then he turned, stepped into the jacuzzi, and looked back… like a dare.

I followed, heat pooling between my legs.

The warm jacuzzi carried the sweet scent of roses and vanilla. The rose petals floating on the water stuck on our skin as we clung to each other in a greedy embrace. Alistair grabbed a washcloth, added a splash of mandarin-scented shower gel, and started washing my neck in slow circles. His other hand stroked my back, sending sparks through my body.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he admitted.

“Ooh, so you’re indecently obsessed with me?” I teased, trailing my fingers along Alistair’s forearm. “Let’s talk about our fantasies. Do you like shaven, trimmed, or completely natural?”

“Hmm,” he thought out loud, “I’m a fan of all three.”

“But if you had to pick one, which would you choose?”

“With you?”

“Yeah, with me.”

“I like your little landing strip. It’s hot. But I want to see you go natural one day. I like pubic hair because it’s raw, wild, and primal. How about you?”

Stroking his arm, I admitted, “I like your pubic curls. You’re right, there’s something so raw and fucking sexy about going natural. It’s part of what makes you manly, and it turns me on.”

He put the washcloth away and massaged my throbbing clit, sweetening my appetite for sex. “Now, tell me what you want, love.”

“I want you to please me,” I whispered, kissing his jawline and up toward his earlobe. I fed on his sexual energy, nourishing him with mine in exchange. We gave and took what belonged to one another, nipping and tasting the salt of each other’s warm skin.

“I aim to please you,” he promised.

His long, nimble fingers played with my nub, causing my breath to hitch. He tilted his jaw at an angle and sucked my exposed neck. I felt the love bites, causing my inner walls to clench with excitement.

I stood up and pressed my sex into Alistair’s face, rubbing his hair and pushing his head against my thin, dark landing strip. “Give me what I need,” I begged as he noisily sucked on my core. The sensations from his tongue flicked throughout my body like energetic pulses, switching me on and making me come alive.

The moans escaping from his lips revealed his beggared need for the most intimate part of my body and triggered my pulse to race with sexual ferocity. The cool air against the wetness of my skin hardened my nipples into pebbles while the strong aroma of our sex-infused bodies, blended with vanilla and roses, infiltrated my nostrils.

“You know exactly how to wreck me. Don’t stop,” I moaned, feeling Nirvana approaching. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes while he lapped the cream flowing from me. Each time I felt closer to building a climax, I toyed with his hair and pressed his face harder into me with a confident assertion. The determined flicking of Alistair’s tongue, combined with his suction technique on my core, escalated to a buildup of intense feelings that felt out of this world.

“That’s it. Be my bad boy. Fuck me with your mouth,” I demanded, circling my hips and grinding into his face.

He groaned, low and filthy. “God, you taste insane,” he murmured, diving in deeper and making me lose all control.

“Baby, I’m coming,” I mewled, feeling a surge of addiction pulsating throughout my body.

“Let go, Vera. Fuck, you’re so tasty,” he growled like a starved animal devouring a meal. His tongue lashed against my nub as he sucked with ferocity, unleashing the mother of orgasms.

“Alistair!” I screamed, releasing an intense climax. Rising waves of sensations rolled, one high after another, sending me over the edge. I gasped for short breaths as he gazed up with his angel eyes. His mouth was wet with my juices.

“How was it, sweetheart?”

“Oh, good,” I grinned and rubbed his head.

“You’re so tasty. You’re better than dessert,” my angel said, licking his lips.

Alistair Scott knew how to ruin a woman with his mouth, and something told me this was just the beginning.