“Hello, beautiful.” She bit her bottom lip, a visible shiver sliding through her as her eyes trailed over me from head to toe, then back again.
I slid my arms around Daniella’s waist and drew her close, catching a sweet fragrance drifting from her skin.
“You smell delicious.”
Daniella drew her head back, holding my attention. “Delicious?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. That’s new. I don’t think you’ve ever greeted me with those words before.”
I smirked and wanted to kiss her mouth, suck in her tongue. She had to know as much as we tried to continue promoting “just a friendship” that we had changed. There was no denying it.
“That’s what happens when you blend souls, love.”
A blush rose into her cheeks as she stared at me.
“Come on now,” I cocked my head to the side. “You’re not surprised by my honesty, are you?”
“No… Just your straightforwardness.”
“You’ve known me to be straightforward my whole life.”
“I know. You don’t mix words, lie, or lead people on, and you want to receive the same treatment.”
I nodded. “See? You know me well.”
“I do. But there’s something I don’t know.”
I arched a brow. “What could that be?”
“I’ve never known you to be in a relationship at all. Did I miss it? Have I not been in your business enough?”
We laughed at the same time, and I dropped my nose to hers, becoming mesmerized by her natural scent mixed with her fragrance of choice. She serenaded me with a deep throaty laugh, and unable to catch myself, I peppered kisses underneath her bottom lip, then bit her chin—a growl trekking from my throat.
She shivered. “Oh…”
“I would apologize, but I’m not sorry.”
“Is that right?”
“If you want to punish me, I know a place where you can reprimand me.”
Her voice deepened into a sexy drawl of heavy femininity. I loved when she exalted her power.
“So do I, and if I wanted to, that place could be right where we’re standing.” She didn’t blink, and I knew she meant business.
“I love it when you’re so fucking boss to me.”
A single brow rose up her face. “I should’ve figured. You have a way of bringing it out of me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You know it, King Cassidy.”
I smiled slowly. “What else do I bring out of you, Daniella?”
Desire swirled in her eyes, and I released her, led her back to the Harley, and helped her on the seat. “Don’t answer that now but wait until the end of the night.”
She took in a deep breath. “Okay.”
There was no way for me to hold on to my smile.
“Where are we going?”
“To our favorite getaway spot.”
Her eyes twinkled, and we were off, pulling out of the garage and cutting around the corner quickly before oncoming traffic reached us.
Daniella held me tightly, and I made sure not to show off with her behind me so she could relax on the seat.
We were fifteen minutes across town when she finally loosened up but held on to me in a sturdy embrace.
The wind raced past us, and a symphony of stars littered the sky as we cruised. Nights like this weren’t new to us, but these moments with Daniella still felt different, as I was more aware of her than ever before.
When we pulled up to the club, I parked in a spot for bikes and locked down our helmets, leading Daniella inside.
She leaned closer to me. “There’s a long line.”
I glanced at her. “There is.”
We headed to the front, and the bouncer removed the red rope. I shook his hand, never pausing as I pulled Daniella in front of me.
“Just like that, huh?”
“What? You think The Den’s the only place I have VIP access?”
She smirked. “I’ve never seen you have to use your access because whenever we come here, it’s after we’ve left The Den in the wee hours of the morning, and there is no line.”
I chuckled. “True that.” Music pounded from speakers in the walls. “Panty Droppa” by Trey Songz had the locals jamming. “Would you like something to drink?”
“I would.”
With my hand at the small of her back, I escorted Daniella to the bar and whistled to get the bartender's attention.
“Long Island iced tea!” The bartender nodded and pointed at me. “Tequila!” He winked, then held up two thumbs. Glancing back at Daniella, I caught her staring at my lips. “Do I have something on my mouth?”
“Not yet,” she murmured.
“Yeah?”
“Forget you heard me say that.”
“Now, why would I want to do that?” Heat filled her cheeks again as her face darkened.
“Because it’s what you should do.”
“Why is that?”
“I shouldn’t be flirting with you.”
I peered at her. “I think we are well past flirtation.”
“We are, but still…”
“I think we should do whatever we want.” The bartender slid the drinks toward us, and I lifted them both, handing one to Daniella while taking a sip of my own.
“Mmmm,” she murmured. “This is perfect.”
I glanced back up at the bartender while he looked on for approval. I nodded, and he signed “OK” with his fingers and then started on the next order.
“This should get me nice and relaxed.”
“Are you not relaxed with me, Daniella?”
“Usually.”
This gave me pause. “Why not now?”
“The air between us is different.”
“Ah. So, then you do feel that, too.”
She took a long sip from her straw. “How was your week?”
I smiled heavily. “A change of subject…”
“Or, I could just want to know how your week was since I didn’t hear from you and missed you at The Den.”
I nodded. “The week was okay. I pulled some late nights at the shop over on Fifth Avenue, kept myself busy mostly, and yesterday my brother came over for the weekend.”
She nodded. “Joshua is growing up on me. How old is he now?”
“Sixteen.”
“Wow. He’ll be grown before we know it.”
“I wish I could slow time down just a little.”
“Why?” She took another sip of her drink.
“Mainly because I want to protect him, and I know he’s into girls, plus feeling pressure from his friends to have sex.”
“Did he tell you that?”
“Tonight, before I came over. He’s with his friends now at the skating rink.”
“That’s pretty loaded, but I’m sure you gave him the advice he needs to hear.”
“One can hope he took it in like a meal.”
“He did.”
I stared at her. “How can you be so sure?”
“Joshua looks up to you. There has never been a time when he looked at you with anything but trust. You’re his hero. He’ll take whatever you tell him to heart.”
My heart pattered. “Thank you, Daniella.”
“You’re welcome. Joshua and I have that in common, you know.” I raised a brow. “You’re my hero, too.”
I swallowed back the rest of my tequila, and a burn kindled me along with her words. The music changed, and “No Underwear” by Dexta Daps brought the lovers to the dance floor.
“Dance with me, Daniella.”
“Never thought you’d ask.” She smiled up at me, then took a final sip, and discarded her drink.
On the dance floor, Daniella twirled into me, her ass grinding and stirring me all at once. I followed the sway in her hips, round and round, then side to side.
Her steps were easy, transitioning into the next as if we’d danced with such intimacy before. We had—in this exact position—but with a level of erotism that put a club dance to shame.
My dick grew against her ass. It was only a matter of time. But instead of trying to avoid my erection, Daniella leaned into it—adding pressure with each grind, each bounce. She went so far as to dip and lift into my dick, twisting her hips, rubbing it in thick.
I grabbed her waist with both hands and slammed her against me, keeping a tight hold as I whispered in her ear. “You want to be fucked on this dance floor, don’t you, Daniella?”
Her eyes grew wide, and a sly smile crept up her face. “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything.”
“No. You’re doing everything.”
The music switched. “Streets” by Doja Cat covered the club in hypnotic therapy. The multicolored lights above changed, showering the club in a glow of red.
Daniella twirled in my arms, bringing her eyes up to me. “Come with me.”
I followed her through the crowd to a two-story stairway in the middle of the dance floor. We took the stairs to a mini dance floor meant for partygoers to have a private area while continuing to enjoy the music.
We moved into a newly-opened space as another couple moved out. Underneath us, the glass floor made it easier to see the crowd around grooving back and forth. But I was more concerned with why this beautiful woman would bring me here when I could barely keep my hands off her as it was.
Twirling, we danced through three more songs before we moved higher on a different platform level, almost as if we were dancing toward the stars.
I could do it forever with her—could dance to the heavens and back again without a break in our steps. This was how deeply I felt connected to Daniella, and I knew she felt the same way, but, for some reason, she wanted to play.
“Earned It” by The Weeknd was playing, and questions I’d wanted answers to made me twirl Daniella out to dance facing her.
“We should talk.”
“So talk.”
My eyes dropped to her hips as she danced. “What can we do about this thing between us?”
I ran my hands down her sides, gripping her at the waist as she rounded her hips slowly.
“I didn’t know something needed to be done about this thing between us.”
I chuckled. “I’ve never known you to play games like this.”
“On the contrary, my business is based on a model where we play games.”
“Touché. However, you know what I’m talking about.”
“I do. But we said we wouldn’t act on anything outside of St. Lucia.”
“Who said that?”
She laughed, twirled, and I drew her back into my arms. Together we jammed, grinding, sidestepping, twisting out and in.
“Okay. I said that, but you didn’t object. Did you?” She cocked her head to the side. “I don’t recall you objecting.”
“It’s because I didn’t. They were your rules. You’d put them together before talking about what you wanted. But what if I said I wanted to break your rules?”
“I’d ask why.”
We slowed but kept a synchronized rhythm. “You’ve awakened a thirst in me. For you. Every minute of my day, and while I know some things are impossible—I wonder if I could have access to more of you.”
She gazed at me, keeping her thoughts hidden, but they were no doubt telling a story if the way her eyes shifted side to side were any indication.
“Think about it. No pressure.”
We circled each other, desire and spontaneity filling me every second we moved.
“I was wondering too, King.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“What it would feel like to fuck with the vibration of the motorcycle’s engine between our legs.”
A wave of heat attacked my skin, my dick now harder than before.
“What do you say we find out.”
We were flying down the interstate late at night, gliding through the city with ease at the light traffic. On the next exit, I made two left turns, finding solitude in an empty park where we wasted no time switching positions.
I wanted Daniella naked, but just in case we would have to dodge the police for our act of indecent exposure, I lifted her skirt, reaching for her panties—only to find her bare ass.
My nostrils flared, my gaze hard on her. “So, you’ve been without panties this entire time?”
“Yes.”
I slipped two fingers between her legs while she worked to pull out my dick.
“You’re wet as hell.”
“It’s your fault.”
“Oh, is it?”
“Yes.”
I lifted her by the waist and eased her on top of my erection, sliding into her inch by blissful inch until I filled her completely.
“Ooooooh, my King.”
She shook, a shiver rumbling down her core. Behind her back, I reached for the keys and turned the ignition.
“Oh!” The vibration encouraged us, though we didn’t need it.
Daniella’s head fell back, her hair tumbling down her back as she rocked her hips. I put strength into assisting her bouncing on top of me.
Heat moved through me, swirled, tingled my core, and I unintentionally tightened my toes, curling, kindled by our passion, and invigorated by her thoroughly.
We moved faster, our speed increasing until it felt like flying on the interstate with an open freeway—high and thrilling.
I kissed up her breasts, sucking one into my mouth, nuzzling beneath the bikini top that tried to keep her covered.
“Ooh! King…oooh…”
My grip on her hips tightened, slamming her pussy on top of my shaft, burying myself to the bone.
I pulled my mouth from her breasts. “Fuck!” I locked my jaw, ground my teeth, and increased our crushing connection. Leaning into her, I squeezed the throttle that revved the Harley, and the engine's vibration shook between us.
“Ah! Ah! Shiiiiit!”
Daniella lifted her head, leaned into me, and I stole her lips, sticking my tongue into her mouth.
We were transfixed on one another, blending in a mixture of love and awe that we could fulfill one another in any way we desired.
“Kiiiiiing!”
“You’re a badass girl, Daniella.”
“I am!”
I nibbled her chin, down her neck, back up to her ear.
“Oooh, I love this dick… I can’t live without it. No more, no more…”
“Oh, yeah?” The speed of our sex increased.
“Yes!”
“I’m going to make you keep that promise, Daniella.” I bit into her neck—sucked off her flesh. “Because I can’t live without this pussy, and you need to understand that I mean that shit.”
I hit the throttle again, and echoes from the slaps between us got louder, screamed at us as we moaned, my fingers digging into her body.
“I’m coming so hard on this diiiiiiick!”
“Do it. Do it!”
“Oooohhhhh, shit, King!”
She braced, but I kept our motion moving full-speed, fucking Daniella so hard we were bound to create a fire from the friction of our skin.
“OH!”
Her body twitched, and I rained kisses down on her neck, sucked in a nipple, bounced her until her spasms became violent.
“King Cassidy!”
I came inside Daniella, coating every inch of her, sucking in her tongue, a wild staccato in my chest from my heartbeat.
We held there, breathing into one another, her mouth now against my neck and mine on hers.
“That was so incredible,” she said. “Oh, my God…”
We pulled back simultaneously, meaning to gather ourselves but stuck for a moment in our haze of sexual bliss.
“You,” I said, “are incredible, Daniella.”
She smiled. “You think so?”
Blue lights flicked as a police cruiser turned into the parking lot.
“Shit.” I slapped her on the ass. “Let’s go, baby. Time to book it!”
We quickly switched positions and shot past the officer, with me leaning into the Harley to show what it could do.
Realistically, I didn’t have to show off the bike's power. The cruiser was lost in my rearview mirror before the officer could make a U-turn and follow us. Still, with the exhilaration pumping in my veins, I took the Harley on a fun ride, noticing Daniella tightening her arms more and more the faster I went.
Finally, across town, I slowed a bit so she would be more comfortable. While I headed to The Regency, I really wanted to take her home with me and indulge in her as long as she could stand it.
For now, I’d let her wrestle with everything we’d talked about tonight, and I hoped I would hear from her before the week was out.