Lexi wanted to devour Nuria Diaz. She wanted to kiss her neck, bite her shoulders, and suck on her fingers while imagining that it was the other woman’s pussy that salted her tongue.
She cleared her throat and squirmed in her chair as she watched Nuria from a few tables away in the crowded restaurant. She smoothed her damp palms down her jean-clad thighs, shifted her sandaled feet under the table. Nuria wasn’t even looking at Lexi but she still made her nervous. As usual, the Dominican woman was with her friends. Three gorgeous studs and another femme.
Nuria flirted with them all but Lexi could tell from her quicksilver attention-span that none of it was serious. That was just her way. At least that’s how it seemed to Lexi who had been low-key stalking Nuria for the past few weeks.
When she’d discovered Gillespie’s Jazz Bar, a humming spot on South Beach with phenomenal food and even better eye candy, she’d also discovered the captivating beauty that was Nuria Diaz. Her first night at the jazz bar, she looked up from the most delicious lobster linguini she’d ever tasted to see a woman dancing alone in front of the stage.
Curly, waist-length dreds. Brown skin. Face like a movie star.
The jazz singer, Madeleine Peyroux, sang Between the Bars from the stage while the piano played, melancholy and slow, in the background. The woman danced on the empty floor like she was the only one in the world. Hips dipping and swaying to the somber song, her eyes closed, hands moving sinuously in the air. She was not performing for anyone. She was simply being. In that moment, Nuria Diaz had taken Lexi’s breath away.
“Can I get you anything else, honey?”
Lexi jumped as the waitress appeared at her table with a hip cocked out, her red lipsticked mouth turned up in a saucy smile. The waitress picked up Lexi’s two empty plates and put them on her tray. Ever since she sat down, the waitress had been flirting with her. But Lexi figured it was just for the tip. No one ever flirted with her. Not seriously. She was a little too boring and a little too quiet for most. And in her basic green tank top, tight jeans, and ballet flats, she blended even more into the woodwork than usual.
“Um...sure,” Lexi said. Although she was already full from the calamari and ceviche she’d already eaten, she wasn’t quite ready to hit the road. Nuria and her friends were still enjoying their meal—a long Sunday brunch that had already stretched into hour two—and didn’t look like they were ready to go anywhere. Lexi’s little Miami Shores apartment didn’t hold much appeal right now, even with her cat to greet her at the door with freshly killed insects and sweet purrs. “Can I have...?” Her eyes flickered to Nuria again. The woman had something dark and creamy in a martini glass. “...whatever that lady over there is having?” She gestured across the room.
The waitress’s mouth twitched. She may very well be used to people lusting after Nuria. After all, she was easily the most beautiful woman in the room. Maybe even in the entire city of Miami. “Of course, honey. Anything else?”
Nuria’s phone number? “That’s it. Thank you.”
When the waitress walked away, Lexi lowered her eyes back to her journal and picked up the pen. But she didn’t write a single line. Her eyes wandered to Nuria again and again. Caressing the luscious dark skin, the toned and tight body provocatively displayed in white jeans and a sheer yellow blouse.
Lexi suspected she wasn’t Nuria’s type. Most of the women she’d run into in Miami seemed caught up in heteronormative roles. Femmes went with studs. Studs chased after femmes. While the in-betweens had to choose a side or run the risk of going completely without anyone to fuck.
Lexi was femme, but she only liked other feminine women. Nothing against her stud sisters, but those swaggering girls left her completely dry. She could never imagine herself fucking one of them. Give her a woman in high heels and a tight dress any day.
The women she liked were power femmes, strong ball-busting, strap and garter belt wearing women who made her knees weak and her panties wet. And from the little she knew from watching Nuria Diaz, the Dominicana was that kind of woman.
There were rumors about Nuria and her gang that even Lexi, as removed as she was from Miami gossip, had heard. Nuria was an aggressive femme. She was insatiable. She also played very grown up games that not everyone was ready for.
But what could Lexi do to make Nuria notice her?
So far, she hadn’t come up with any answers, only closely watched Nuria every time they were in the same place together. Which, admittedly, was pretty often and by her own design.
Nuria.
Lexi tasted the name on her tongue, enjoying its flavor. Then she went back to her journal, a chronicle of her new life in South Florida after relocating from Oakland for work. She wrote for several minutes before the waitress came back with her drink.
The waitress carefully placed the chocolate martini in the only empty space among the notebooks and electronics (iPad, iPhone, MacBook) littering the wooden surface of the table.
“Compliments of the lady,” the waitress said.
Lexi looked up. The waitress tilted her head toward the table where Nuria sat with her friends. Nuria? Lexi’s heart beat quickly in excitement. Did the woman of her dreams finally notice her after nearly three months of accidental and not so accidental sightings? One of the studs, a gorgeous tattooed beauty wearing designer jeans and a vest over her muscular shoulders and chest, lifted her cocktail in a silent toast.
Heat rushed into Lexi’s face. She bit back a grimace of disappointment and smiled back at the stud. “Thank you,” she said to the waitress.
“Any time.” The woman smirked then walked off.
She had to know the stud wasn’t the one Lexi was interested in. Lexi sipped the drink then went back to her journaling.
“Why is a beautiful lady like you drinking all alone?”
Lexi looked up at the sound of the low, Jamaican-accented voice. The stud who had bought her drink. For the sake of politeness, she smiled. “I like drinking alone.”
“Somehow I don’t believe that. May I sit?”
“Sure.”
The stud slid into the chair on the other side of the table, filling Lexi’s space with the scent of cigars and a woodsy cologne. She smiled, showing off the slight gap between her two front teeth.
“I’ve noticed you around here a lot.”
“Really?” Lexi didn’t believe that for a moment. She wasn’t the kind who others noticed.
She knew she wasn’t ugly. But she wasn’t pretty either. She was simply average. Nutmeg brown skin with the tendency to break out when she was stressed. Narrow eyes that that got even narrower after a few drinks. An average nose, an average mouth, and a body she kept fit with the barest minimum of exercise.
Her hair was her best feature. It was midnight black and cut close to her scalp, its coils and curls—her lovers had told her—like rough velvet. All in all, she was fine but forgettable.
“You’ve been watching my homegirl for a minute,” the stud said.
Heat rushed into Lexi’s skin. She glanced down in embarrassment, the pen tumbling from her hand. Oh, Jesus! She wanted to sink into the floor with mortification. Instead, she forced her head up to meet the syrupy brown eyes of the stud she suddenly realized had a handsome but kind face.
“I don’t blame you. She’s hot.”
Lexi looked away from her pity. She didn’t realize she’d been that obvious. Shit! They must have been laughing at her like crazy. With trembling hands, she gathered her things, shoved them into the over-sized purse hanging from the back of her chair. “It was nice of you to come over,” she said. “But I just remembered there’s someplace I have to go.”
She grabbed a fifty dollar bill out of her purse and shoved it underneath the salt shaker. “It was nice to meet you,” she said, then dashed off in the opposite direction away from Nuria’s table.
Lexi thought she heard faintly behind her the stud’s low voice saying, “But you didn’t meet me.”
* * *
Lexi couldn’t go back to Gillespie’s. Not only did Nuria know she was stalking her, but she had sent the stud over to let Lexi know she wasn’t interested. How embarrassing! She found a new place to go after work. South Beach Sweets.
There, the food, wait staff, and clientele weren’t as good but the embarrassment quotient was significantly lower. After almost two weeks away from Gillespie’s, she found herself at a club in the ‘hood that her co-workers had pronounced too ratchet for them to visit. Lexi liked the music they played on boys’ night, a mixture of old school hits, popular rap songs, and hip-winding reggae that sent the entire club into a frenzy of rub-a-dub-dub.
Alone, she made her way through the club that was foggy from a mixture of marijuana and the over-used smoke machine. Hard driving rap music played on the speakers, pounding at her with its relentless bass. As she walked through the thick smoke and wall-to-wall men, most of them shirtless or in super-tight T’s, she received quite a few curious stares.
In her plain white blouse, skinny jeans, and yellow Converse high-tops, she knew she didn’t look much like anyone else at the club, not even the drag queens who’d gone for outrageous in towering heels and clinging dresses.
But Lexi had been the odd one out for so long that their stares didn’t bother her. She was just trying to get to the stretch of dance floor in front of the DJ and the thumping speakers. She swam her way through the fog and appeared as if by magic among people actually dancing to the music instead of posing and waiting to be seen.
The fog machine wasn’t quite so intense there. Over a dozen men were already dancing, beautiful and dark, in the sweaty confines of the club. She thought she saw a few feminine shapes but wasn’t sure.
As she settled into the rhythm of the song, rocking her hips and ass to the music, the DJ made a shout-out to all the women in the house. A chorus of feminine cat calls erupted near her. She looked toward the group of women. Maybe four or five of them, dancing wildly to Kanye singing about being the shit. Lexi grinned. She loved this song.
She shrugged off her cares and just danced. She was enjoying the music, grooving by herself, when one of the women from the group shimmied toward her. The woman’s face was shrouded in the fog. She wore a pale strapless dress, very short, with a ruffled hem and matching high heels. Even in the fog, Lexi could see that she had an amazing body, feminine and sexy. The woman came closer and the strobe lights moved over her face. Reaction jerked in Lexi’s stomach and she gasped.
It was Nuria Diaz.
She stared, speechless. In the shroud of fog and the wild beat of the music, Nuria was both ethereally beautiful and mouthwateringly sexy. She stepped out from the fog with a smile on her dark red mouth.
“I’ve seen you around,” she said. Her voice wasn’t loud but it penetrated through the syncopated beats straight into Lexi’s ears. And her pussy.
Nuria’s comment struck her dumb. She didn’t know what to say. Had Nuria’s stud friend told her how pathetically Lexi had been hanging around Gillespie’s hoping to get a glimpse of her? Was Nuria there to offer a pity dance? Lexi swallowed.
“Oh, really?” she finally said.
Nuria laughed, a low and sexy sound that wove through the music, twisted into Lexi’s ears and around her body. God! She sounded even sexier when she was talking to her, not just with people nearby.
“You’re not a brilliant conversationalist, are you?” Nuria flashed her beautiful teeth.
She slid her body against Lexi’s and pulled her in, cupped Lexi’s ass through the jeans and moved with her, dancing belly to belly.
Heat moved through Lexi’s face, but she tried again. Currents of electricity tripped through her body at the other woman’s certain but casual touch. Her breasts brushed against Lexi’s. Her breath perfumed the air. “Depends on who I’m talking to,” Lexi finally said.
Nuria slid her thigh between Lexi’s and moved with her, fast and certain, to the music. She smelled like sweat. And of a spicy and sweet perfume, a delicious darkness on her skin.
Lexi became aware of other shapes, other women that she gradually realized were Nuria’s friends from Gillespie’s. At least four of them danced nearby, their features emerging from the fog. They moved closer until their bodies were touching Lexi’s and Nuria’s. She fell into a sensual dream with Nuria guiding her with her sure femme hands and intoxicating body. The song ended and another began.
Instead of continuing with the dance, Nuria began to back away with her friends. Lexi panicked. She grabbed Nuria’s hand. This was probably going to be her first and only chance to actually talk to the gorgeous woman.
“Come outside with me,” she said.
Nuria dipped her mouth close to Lexi’s ear. “What for?”
“To talk?” She shrugged.
Nuria seemed to consider it with a tempting purse of her lips. “Okay.” She turned and walked in the direction of the front door. Lexi followed.
She walked, enthralled, behind the woman who was no taller than she was. Lexi felt like she was walking in the footsteps of a creature from another world, a being so different from her that all she could do was stare in awe.
They stepped from the doors of the club into the fresh night air. Lexi drew in a deep lungful of it, a relief after all the smoke and sweat of the club. Nuria walked through the pot-holed parking lot as if she was stepping across a red carpet. In the light, Lexi saw that the dress was ice blue and hugged her breasts and torso before flaring out at the hips in a short fall of ruffled fabric. Instead of stopping in the parking lot, Nuria walked past the attendant, past the security guard guiding cars into the rapidly filling lot, and out to the street.
Across the street, a man was selling food from a cart. Hot dogs, burgers, and fries by the smell in the air. A boy walked quickly toward them and to the entrance to the club. He wore a tight V-neck shirt on his slim teenager’s body, tighter capri pants, and white boat shoes. He looked over Nuria as they came abreast of each other. Her coiled dreds piled on top of her head, the high heels and the strut that said heaven waited between her thighs.
“You better work it, bitch!” the boy called out.
Nuria blew him a kiss and kept walking. She stopped at the light on Biscayne, looked up and down the street. She turned to Lexi with a faintly mischievous look, plucking apart Lexi’s body and outfit with her eyes.
“I like to watch traffic,” Nuria said.
She leaned back against the hip-high white wall, heedless of her pale dress or the way she might look, outrageously feminine and sexy, posted up on a busy street that often trailed hookers like smoke from an exhaust.
“I like to watch you.” The words came to Lexi’s mouth, unbidden.
“In some places, that’s called stalking,” Nuria said.
Now it was Lexi’s turn to shrug as she appreciated the sight of the object of her lust from up close. Nuria’s eyes were dark and shadowed by long and luxurious lashes. Wide nose. Full mouth. Narrow chin. All beauty.
“Is that all right?” Lexi asked. “That I’m stalking you?”
Nuria smiled. Red lips stretched over white teeth. “It’s sweet that you’re asking.”
She gently touched Lexi’s face, brushed her index finger along her jaw line, pressed it into the dimple in her chin. Lexi trembled in reaction, fighting the urge to touch the other woman in return.
“What do you want with me, honey?” Nuria asked.
Her touch and her intoxicating perfume made Lexi bold. “I want you.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”
“No, but I want to know.”
Nuria smiled again. A wicked stretch of her wet, red mouth that made Lexi want to drop to her knees and kiss her from stilettos to clavicle then spend an hour simply discovering the heated dampness of her mouth.
“Take me home with you.” Lexi whispered the words, already aghast at her own daring.
“It doesn’t usually work like that with me,” Nuria said.
“How then? How does it work? I’ll do what you want.”
Nuria laughed. A sticky sound in the Miami evening. “The women I want, and the men, are usually stronger than you. They don’t beg. And I usually just take.”
“Then take me.”
Nuria’s eyes moved over her, a fiery stroke. “I’m not sure there’s anything here that I want.”
Lexi moved closer, slid her arms around Nuria’s waist.
“No.” Nuria’s cold voice stopped her. But only for a moment, like a blast of Arctic air that she quickly grew used to and pushed past only with the strength of her own daring.
She kissed Nuria. A brush of her mouth against those red lips. Her hands meeting behind Nuria’s back, palms rising up to clasp the delicate weight of her shoulder blades. She felt a brush of warm air from Nuria’s mouth as she gasped. She sucked that breath into her mouth, licked the corners of those succulent lips, and dove in to taste what she’d wanted for so long.
Nuria kissed her like it was a surprise. Her mouth momentarily passive under Lexi’s then she gripped the back of Lexi’s neck, held her head still, instantly taking control of the kiss. Her tongue in Lexi’s mouth. The divine body against hers that all but turned Lexi into a puddle on the street. Pussy wet. Nipples hard. Breath like a locomotive. She locked her hands around Nuria as if she would never let go.
Christ…
She could barely believe it. After all these months of dreaming and lusting and craving, Nuria Diaz was kissing her. Her pussy was so wet she felt she would explode in satisfaction at any moment. She moaned in her desire, fingers digging into Nuria’s shoulders.
Nuria drew back with a gasp. “Fuck...” She licked her lips. “You taste hotter than you look.”
Lexi felt the blood heat under her skin, pooling in her cheeks. Nuria moved her hand from the back of her neck, cupped her chin, her deep brown eyes drowsy with desire. “Ask and you shall receive,” she said.
Lexi blinked in bewilderment. “What...?” Would she finally get what she had been longing for?
Nuria only laughed. Then she stepped back, eyes quickly scanning the street. She raised her hand and, seconds later, a yellow cab stopped. She gave the driver, a slim-shouldered woman wearing a pale hijab, an address then pulled Lexi into the back of the cab with her. The cab pulled away from the curb.
Nuria didn’t give her a chance to ask any questions. She pushed Lexi down into the bed of the back seat, cupped her ass through the jeans. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
Lexi trembled. This was happening tonight? Right now? What about her cat waiting for her at home? Did she remember to put enough food in her bowl? Did she—? Her thoughts stuttered to a halt when Nuria’s thumb stroked her through the layers of cloth.
“You feel hot,” Nuria murmured as her lips hovered close to Lexi’s. “Is your pussy hot for me?”
Lexi blushed again, not knowing what to say. Between one breath and the next, the speed of Nuria’s acquiescence didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the ache and hollow between her legs, the tightness of her nipples. She nodded dumbly. She was being completely taken over by the sensations Nuria conjured in her body. Her thumb unerringly on her clit, pressing the seam into Lexi until she was squirming against the seat, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as sensations tripped through her. Lexi’s breath came too quickly for her to control.
“Say your pussy is hot for me.” Nuria whispered the words in her ear.
Lexi trembled, her body nearly wild from the press of Nuria’s fingers. Blushing, she mumbled the words Nuria wanted her to say.
“Louder, baby.” The finger stilled its movement and Lexi whimpered at the loss of sensation. “I want to know what you want from me.” Nuria bit her ear, licked it.
“My pussy is hot for you.” She gasped quickly, loud enough for both Nuria and the driver to hear.
Nuria chuckled. “Is it? Let me check.” She tugged down Lexi’s zipper.
Lexi squeaked in protest, her eyes flying up to look through the glass partition at the cab driver. The cab was making its way steadily on the road, but she caught the woman’s eyes in the rear view mirror. She couldn’t tell if she was looking at them in disapproval or dismissal.
By the time she thought to push Nuria’s hands away, her belt was already undone, top button gapping wide, zipper tugged all the way down to expose her pale floral panties in the faint light of the cab.
Nuria slid her hand into her panties, fingers immediately slipping between her pussy lips.
“Fuck…you’re so wet!”
Nuria sought and found Lexi’s clit, stroking it once, twice, before diving into her wetness. Lexi squirmed, whimpered, and bit her lip as her pussy eagerly swallowed Nuria’s fingers.
Her mind swam with disbelief and desire. Nuria Diaz had her hands all over her in the back of a taxi. Boring Lexi Graham was getting fucked in semi-public and she was letting it happen. Moaning, she blindly thrust up into those commanding fingers, quivering at the liquid suck and twist noises of Nuria’s fingers in her soaked pussy.
“Christ, I might be in love with your cunt already!” Nuria’s breath brushed against hers, her smile close enough to kiss. “Do you like this, baby?” She slid her fingers deeper, a slow and firm glide that made Lexi’s eyelashes flutter.
She jerked in the seat as the taxi bumped over a pothole, sending Nuria’s fingers even deeper. Lexi sipped a quick breath. The smell of the old plastic seats, of her pussy, and Nuria’s patchouli-scented perfume spiced the air. It was almost too much, the intensity of it. A fantasy fulfilled. Desire rippling through her faster than light, leaving her tingling and a little afraid.
Panting, she sank her nails into Nuria’s arm. Lexi had had lovers before who’d made her want to beg and scream, but no one had been as effortless as Nuria. She laughed and nibbled at Lexi’s throat as she fucked her, the amazing body writhing on top of her, pressing her down into the seat. Lexi squirmed for more of that knowing touch. The fierce ache in her belly tightened.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw lights from passing streetlamps and other cars, restaurants and buildings, all flashing in and out of the cab. The long fingers moved wetly inside her, mining for pleasure. Lexi whimpered.
I can’t believe I’m doing this…I can’t…
The fingers stilled in the same moment Lexi noticed that the cab had stopped moving. She twisted her hips against Nuria’s hand, hungrily seeking.
“We’re here.” Nuria pulled her fingers from Lexi’s panties. “Taste this.”
She pressed pussy-damp fingers against Lexi’s lips and Lexi blushed, tentatively opening her mouth for a taste. She breathed in the humid smell of her own cunt, took the aggressive thrust of Nuria’s fingers in her mouth.
Then the fingers were gone. Instead they were jerking up the zipper on Lexi’s jeans. Then money exchanged hands and the cab door opened, all while Lexi slumped in a rumpled puddle in the cab. Nuria stood on the sidewalk, the breeze toying with the ruffles of her dress while her eyes prowled the street. More traffic watching? She looked at Lexi.
“Come with me.”
Lexi quivered at the command in her voice. She got out of the cab on shaky legs and stepped into the vibrant energy of South Beach on a Saturday night. Cars coasted past, pouring the sound of laughter into the street. Hard-driving bass pumped from the open door of a nearby club while partiers and tourists drifted along the sidewalk in a steady stream.
She pressed her fingers to her slightly swollen lips, smelled the perfume of her pussy. Her cunt clenched viciously. She wanted Nuria to fuck her again. She needed it.
She almost sighed in relief when Nuria slipped a hand around her waist and drew her close, kissed her briefly on the mouth. Soon, she would get what she wanted. Soon. A group of men walking in their direction did a double take but Nuria ignored them as she bent to whisper in Lexi’s ear.
“I have just the perfect toy for that hot pussy of yours.”
Lexi shivered again, her belly tightening with anticipation. Was she really going to let a near stranger fuck her without any possibility of a future relationship? Her body answered for her, silently panting yes, yes, yes.
“My building is right up here.”
The trip through the lobby of Nuria’s high rise and up to her condo was a blur of sensation and heated touches. Lexi was vaguely aware of a steel elevator that whisked her up and into the warmth of a condo completely shrouded in darkness. Nuria tossed her keys on a nearby counter then tugged Lexi through the dark into the living room that smelled like dying roses. She pushed her down into a couch.
“Stay here.”
Lexi sat in total darkness. Through the drapes, she heard the sound of the ocean, faint whispers of traffic on the street twenty-two stories below. From inside the apartment came the hum of a refrigerator. The tremor of her own breathing.
This was the first moment she’d gotten the chance to take a breath since seeing Nuria through that fogged club. But instead of slowing down, her heart still thumped madly in anticipation of whatever it was that Nuria Diaz had to offer.
It was a long time before she heard Nuria’s quiet footsteps. She opened her eyes, not realizing until that moment that they had been closed. But she still couldn’t see more than the vaguest of shadows. Nuria’s hourglass silhouette.
“How does it feel to finally get what you want?”
Lexi licked her dry lips and swallowed. “I haven’t gotten anything yet.”
Nuria laughed, a wicked and seductive sound. In the darkness, Lexi felt the whisper of her breath, smelled her dark and spicy perfume. “Take off your clothes.”
Without hesitation, she stood and quickly stripped. Shoes. Pants. Her inhibitions. Nuria pushed her back down into the couch.
“So eager.” Nuria murmured. “I like that.”
Lexi widened her eyes but still couldn’t see much of Nuria in the carefully constructed darkness. Her world was Nuria’s scent, the sound of the waves. Her pounding heartbeat.
Nuria clenched her fingers into Lexi’s nape and Lexi gasped in pain and surprise only to get a mouth full of pussy hair and a firm clit. A wet and salty scent filled her senses and she groaned, opening her mouth wider to get more. Moisture flooded between her own thighs.
Nuria made a soft noise of approval, her fingers tightening in Lexi’s skin. “Make me come and we’ll see what good things the night holds for you.”
Lexi’s pulse hummed in her throat. Her clit throbbed. She braced her hands on Nuria’s thighs and dove into the lush bush. Long before that night, she’d already imagined having Nuria in a position much like this one. She’d expected a bare pussy or carefully manicured landing strip.
But the reality was much better. Full, springing curls brushed her nose and mouth, tickling her nostrils as she rooted for the wet treasure of her clit. It was all Lexi could do not to moan in absolute ecstasy like a virgin to the art of eating pussy. Nuria’s taste was a revelation, the salt scent of it slipping into her like a healing elixir, taking away all the anxiety she’d felt since being in Miami, the stress of finding new friends, of finding a compatible lover in the city. Nuria’s pussy washed that all away, leaving euphoria and raw lust in its wake.
She licked Nuria with long and thorough strokes, flattening her tongue to touch the thick lips, clit, and her weeping entrance. The firm clit dipped into her mouth again and again as if it was meant to be there. Hot and fat, it seemed to grow even bigger when Lexi sucked it, licked it, hummed her pleasure against it.
Nuria gripped her neck tighter, shoving Lexi’s face deeper into her cunt. “Those noises you’re making are gonna make me come.” Her legs widened and her pussy began to move against Lexi’s face. “Damn, girl...” Nuria’s voice trailed off in a deep moan. A tremor ran through her body.
At that sign of her pleasure, Lexi began to eat her sweet pussy in earnest. Her own cunt was swollen and dripping wet. She ground her naked pussy into the leather, not caring about the stain she was leaving behind. She rocked against the couch as her mouth sucked and her tongue licked. Nuria gripped her neck harder, shoving the pleasure even more firmly between her thighs.
Unable to take it anymore, she put a hand between her own legs. She groaned deep in her throat at the feel of her own cunt, its tingling heat and undeniable wetness. Nuria began to tremble against her, moans rising, her pussy fucking Lexi’s face as her pleasure rose higher. Lexi exploded at the same moment Nuria jerked powerfully against her mouth. Her sound of satisfaction was long and luxurious, ending with an unexpected and breathless laugh.
“You are damn good at that…” Nuria panted as she jerked Lexi’s head back with a tug on her ears. “You just might be a keeper.”
Lexi practically purred. She’d satisfied the incomparable Nuria Diaz. And she wanted more. They both did.
“She may be good, but she cheated at the end.”
Lexi jolted with shock at the sound of an unexpected voice. A light clicked on and she winced from the sudden brightness. In a chair near the balcony sat the stud who had bought her a drink that afternoon at Gillespie’s. The tattooed Jamaican with the kind eyes. Lexi jerked back into the couch, trying to cover her nudity with her hands. In the aftermath of orgasm, an alien jolt of excitement shook her at the presence of the stranger. The unexpected feeling held her frozen against the leather couch.
“Don’t try to cover up now, babe,” the stud murmured with a smile in her voice. “I’ve already seen everything.”
She sat sprawled in the chair wearing tight jeans and motorcycle boots. A white, graphic T-shirt with an image of a stylized ram emphasized her muscled arms and flat belly. The stud was devilishly handsome with the tattoos snaking up her arms and the side of her throat. Her bright teeth flashed in the light as she took her time examining what she could still see of Lexi’s body. A pair of night vision glasses sat in her lap.
Night vision glasses? Was it that serious?
But the mixture of disbelief, piqued curiosity, and growing desire created a dangerous cocktail inside Lexi. She could feel it bubbling with each second that passed with the stud’s eyes on her.
“She put her hands on her pussy toward the end,” the stud said to Nuria. “She made herself come.” Mischief danced in her eyes.
“Is that true?” Nuria, standing naked before Lexi, asked with steel in her voice. “Did you touch your pussy without permission?” Instead of waiting for Lexi to answer, Nuria grabbed both her hands and sniffed them. “Definitely not mine.” A smile cut across her face. “What should we do about this?” She arched a cruel eyebrow.
The stud stood up. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Lexi shook her head. “I don’t—I never...” But the tremors taking control of her body were as much from excitement as fear. She pushed her drenched pussy into the couch, biting her lip at the resulting jolt of pleasure.
“You didn’t think I’d let you run my show, did you?” Nuria looked intently into her eyes. “You come home with me on my terms, not yours. Understand?”
A part of Lexi did understand. She’d stalked the tiger then allowed it to lure her into its den. She swallowed hard as the full realization of what she’d gotten herself into dawned on her. Alarm and desire twisted low in her belly. She squeezed her thighs tight.
The stud walked toward her and Nuria, the sound of her boots rapping against the tile floors like a slow drum. Her loose-hipped swagger showed off the thick length of the dick in her pants.
Lexi licked her lips, anticipating what the woman wanted from her. She jumped when Nuria’s hands rested on her shoulders from behind then drifted down to stroke her breasts and tug at her nipples. She whimpered with arousal.
“I didn’t catch your name last time.” A grin danced across the stud’s face. “I’m Sage.” She looked down at Lexi with a gap-toothed grin while her scent, of cigars and whiskey and cologne, brushed against Lexi’s face. “Don’t look so nervous, kitten.” Her long finger trailed Lexi’s cheek. “You’re going to enjoy this.”
Sage winked at Nuria. She unzipped her jeans and gripped the dildo, long and electric blue, strapped to her hips. She sat next to Lexi on the couch and spread her thighs, leaned back while the fat dildo thrust into the air, aggressive and strangely beautiful. “Now, climb on and show Nuria how sorry you are.”
Lexi’s pussy moved against the couch to the rhythm of Nuria’s fingers on her nipples. God! She ached. And she would do anything to soothe the viciousness of it. She looked over her shoulder at Nuria, barely stopping her eyes from falling closed from the steady pleasure of the hands on her breasts.
“You stalked me for a long time.” Nuria dipped her face down to Lexi’s. She licked the back of her neck. “Don’t you want to see what it is you’ve finally caught?”
Lexi bit her lip and clenched her fingers into the fabric of the couch on either side of her thighs. Nuria was the first thing she was aware of wanting in Miami: a strong and aggressive femme to take her out of her own head and lead her to places of pleasure she’d never before seen.
Now here Nuria was, giving Lexi the thing she’d asked for. She’d never anticipated that this came complete with a gorgeous stud who wanted to fuck her while Nuria watched. But, as she watched Sage’s face, the way she stroked the fat dildo attached to her hips, Lexi became hyper-aware of her body preparing itself, a trickling arousal that plumped her pussy lips and made her mouth water. This wasn’t what she’d expected but, suddenly, this was what she wanted.
“Go ahead, baby.” Nuria gave Lexi’s nipples a final tug then straightened to her full and gorgeous height. In the light, she was a wicked temptation. The goddess of lust with her high breasts, pierced nipples, and thick bush already wet with the juices of her satisfaction. “Sit back and swallow that dick with your sweet pussy. I want to see everything.”
The muscles in Lexi’s belly twitched in anticipation.
She stood up on unsteady legs and looked at Nuria with her eyes wide open. Then she turned to Sage. “Fuck me,” she said with only a slight tremor in her voice. “I’m all hers tonight.”