A Steamy Kiss

~ MILA ~

I followed Ryan out of the club and into the parking lot. It was dim and scattered with expensive cars. Ryan led me to a black sleek car.

I slowed down, my eyes widening at the sight.

I didn’t know much about cars, never cared to but I recognized this one.

This was Cooper’s dream car. He had shown me pictures of it too many times to forget, talking about it like it was some impossible dream.

A Lamborghini Aventador.

He used to talk about it like it landed from space saying only billionaires could afford it.

He unlocked it, and I watched in awe as the doors lifted with a smooth, mechanical grace, like wings unfolding in slow motion.

This was….

I lacked any words to describe this car.

Seeing it in person, I could understand why Cooper was so obsessed with it.

I knew Ryan was rich but owning a Lamborghini was a whole different level of wealth. What could someone like him possibly see in me? He could have any girl he wanted.

So why me?

Suddenly I felt self-conscious, the confidence I once had was gone. I didn’t know what I’d been thinking when I agreed to this.

“Mila”, Ryan’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to see his hands outstretched. His eyes were fixed on me, desire evident in his eyes. He looked at me like I was a meal he couldn’t wait to eat. And just like that, all my doubts slipped away.

I certainly didn’t mind being eaten by him.

I placed my hands in his and entered the car. The feel of his hands only intensified my lust. I couldn’t think of anything apart from those hands squeezing my boobs.

The interior screamed luxurious and expensive. His perfume lingered strongly in the air, mouthwatering and addictive.

Ryan slid into the driver’s seat, the engine was already running.

He turned up the music and Gunna’s “On one tonight” filled the space then he shut the door and turned to me. I was already staring at him.

His eyes were darkened with desire making my pulse spike.

He leaned closer, his hands slipped into my hair to caress my curls, his eyes full of admiration.

“I love your hair”, he complimented in his sexy, deep voice.

I stared at him in surprise. I had thought a man like him would prefer sleek, straight hair, especially blond hair.

My natural curls were one of the things Cooper had complained about, constantly urging me to straighten them but I had refused.

I loved my curls.

His endless complaints eventually drove me to start hiding them in a bun or under a scarf just so that I could have peace.

Today I had happily let down my curls. I had missed them so much.

“Thanks”, I replied, my voice thick with emotion.

What Cooper hated, this man loved.

He caressed my curls, looking fascinated, before his eyes locked onto mine.

“You’re beautiful”, he said gruffly.

My breath caught, his words were making me emotional.

I knew they were simple compliments that many women heard every day, but it had been a very long time since a man had looked at me with such raw desire and said nice things to me.

His hands moved to the side of my face, brushing my hair back softly over my shoulders before his fingers slid around to the front of my neck, holding my throat gently as he pulled me closer.

He stared at my lips as if hypnotized, not hiding his intention.

I didn’t pull back. I wanted him to kiss me.

His hand on my throat sent a shiver down my spine. I was so turned on.

Then our lips touched. It was electrifying.

He removed his hand from my neck and held my face with both hands, delicately, like I was fragile, and then his mouth moved against mine slowly. He took his time, exploring it as if he were memorizing it.

His lips were soft, they tasted like mint, even better than I imagined.

He kissed me deeper, hungrily claiming my mouth. I moaned into the kiss and he slid his tongue into my mouth.

His tongue moved in and out in a rhythm that made me think of him thrusting deep in and out of me. I had never been kissed like this before. His mouth muffled my moans.

My hands moved of their own accord. I touched his chest, and I could feel the hard defined muscles beneath his chest. I slid my hands lower, cupping his hard length through his jeans. His breath hitched. I wanted to feel his skin.

I undid the button and slipped my hand inside his jeans. He was rock hard and large. I cupped him firmly, loving the feel of him. I couldn’t wait to have it between my lips.

“Fuck”, he groaned.

He was so hard, so hard for me.

I felt empowered, this sexy man wanted me badly.

He grabbed my breasts squeezing them firmly then his hands slid lower, slipping under my dress.

“Spread your legs.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I spread them wide.

His fingers touched my folds and he hissed, “Fuck, you’re soaked”.

I was wearing a G-string. I’d always loved sexy lingerie and owned multiple collections of it. Lingerie made me feel sexy and confident. I had locked this part of myself away because of Cooper. The last time I had tried to wear it again after a long time, he had insulted me. But tonight, I was wearing it for me. Unlike Cooper who didn’t find me sexy in lingerie, Ryan loved it.

His reaction when he realized I was wearing only a G-string underneath my dress proved that.

He slipped a finger inside stretching me and groaned. He added a second finger and started moving slowly and deliberately. His thumb found my clit and he started circling it with just the perfect amount of pressure.

His tongue moved in and out of my mouth swallowing my moans.

I moved against his fingers unable to stop myself.

He pumped his fingers faster in and out while his thumb circled my clit taking me closer to the edge.

My climax hit hard. I shook violently as my juices poured out soaking his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out from under my dress and licked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Delicious”

I couldn’t put a name on the emotions I was feeling at the moment. They were too much.

The pleasure he just gave me, the confidence that a man like Ryan could desire me, and the shock from him licking my juices off his fingers. Embarrassment that I had started touching him first and finally registering that we were still in the parking lot.

“Oh my gosh”, I said covering my face with my hands.

Luckily the car was tinted, we were in a secluded spot and the music was loud.

Ryan laughed, a hearty rich sound that went straight to my core. Anything he did turned me on; he looked even more handsome.

I couldn’t help it, I started laughing too.

“I’ve been wanting to do more than that since I saw you at the club and I will”, he said licking his lips.

My core tightened as I squeezed my thighs together in anticipation.

He drove fast, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. We didn’t say anything, there was no need to.

He drove into Sapphire Suites, one of the biggest hotels in the city owned by my employer, Liam Johnson. He owned the best hotels in this city.

The building was beautiful, and I knew the interior would be better.

Ryan held my hands as he led me inside the hotel lobby, his pace fast and confident.

The interior of the hotel was breathtaking. I wasn’t expecting anything less from the owner of Perfect Luxury Suites. The receptionist greeted him with exaggeration.

“Welcome back Mr. Ryan” she purred, licking her lips but Ryan didn’t spare her a glance. Instead, he increased his pace and I didn’t mind. I also couldn’t wait.

Honestly, I couldn’t blame the receptionist, Ryan was impossible to ignore. He was a total package.

We shared the lift with a man in his fifties who was with a young woman half his age. He walked in with his lips smudged with bright pink lipstick looking very excited and impatient.

They were obviously heading to have a good time.

I couldn’t help the involuntary giggle that escaped me.

The couple turned to look at me.

I immediately started coughing to cover up my slip-up.

Ryan smirked, amused.

He started rubbing my back gently in light circles.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ears, and whispered.

“Naughty girl”

His hands slid lower gripping my backside with a firm squeeze that sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

My amusement vanished, replaced with desire, and heat. Wetness pooled between my legs.

The elevator door opened and the couple stepped out, leaving us alone.