Mafia Desire (Erotica)

When he got into bed she disappeared under the sheets.

He suddenly felt his shorts tugged down.

“Hey!”

A delicious warmth enveloped his cock and he hissed from the overwhelming sensations her mouth was giving him.

When he grew too stiff for her to force into her throat, she pulled free and gripped the base to keep him at maximum rigidity.

Kyle threw the blanket back and looked at her in exasperation as he panted.

“How many condoms do you have left?” she asked as she gasped for breath as well.

He reached over and snagged the box from the bedside table. Peering inside quickly he looked back at her as he tossed her one. “Nine.”

She smiled as she tore the packet’s corner open with her teeth. “That should be enough.”

*******

Kyle woke feeling extra tender in sensitive places. His stomach muscles also ached like he’d overdone his daily crunches. Actually, he was going to skip his normal routine as he had a few muscle groups complaining this morning. He glanced over to the end table at the carnage. Four condom wrappers and four tied off used condoms were stuck to the cover of the travel magazine protecting the table’s surface. He grimaced then turned his face to look at the reason for his soreness this morning.

Snoring softly, long silky black hair… everywhere, Monique was still deeply asleep. He shook his head. Her behavior the previous night was so different from how she’d been with the group. He wasn’t sure if she just felt more at ease in a one on one situation or if this was fallout from her breakup with her husband. He was leaning towards the latter. Maybe she was trying to make up for lost time, from all those lonely years waiting for her husband to come back from playing with the boys.

He’d also received this odd impression from her behavior that she’d reverted to her college girl persona. Youthful, enthusiastic, outrageously sexy, but also terribly self-absorbed and greedy. He could almost picture how she’d been back then. If he hadn’t looked to his own needs while he brought her to orgasm time and again, he was sure she wouldn’t have noticed if he was enjoying himself too.

Her ability last night to get him to rebound after the seriously energetic sex surprised him. He was hurting now but her sheer sexiness and teasing got a literal rise out of him again and again. Granted the condom for his last effort was almost empty.

She’d flat out challenged him to man up as she was ready for one more give it your all fuck. He’d somehow managed it and as they both lay gasping for breath, hearts pounding in their chests, she’d gazed over at him with sleepy eyes. Finally, he could tell she was satisfied. She smiled sweetly then promptly fell into an exhausted sleep. He’d only managed to remove the fourth and final condom, place it with the others, and shut off the light before exhaustion claimed him as well.

He stifled his grunt as he gently sat up on the edge of the bed. He picked up the magazine and carried it into the washroom where he gently placed the whole mess into the trash can.

He saw she’d hung her wet clothes and his wet underwear on a line in the shower area last night. His underwear were quick dry so he could pack them away. Her clothes were mostly dry. He quietly moved the clothes out onto the back of a chair then returned to the bathroom and closed the door. Time for a shower.

The hot water felt good on his muscles. He gave himself a good scrub and felt his muscles ache from the workout he’d given them. Shit! It flashed through his mind that he was supposed to be avoiding strenuous activities during his convalescence. He paused in the shower and felt for any residual headache or muddled thoughts but his head was clear and free of pain. Dodged a bullet there.

He moved on to washing his hair and heard the bathroom door open.

“May I use the toilet?” Monique asked plaintively.

“Sure, but don’t flush.”

He did his best to ignore the sounds of her peeing and her whimpers as she did. She flushed and he jumped back as the water suddenly became scalding hot.

“GEEZUS! I said don’t flush!” he yelped as he shut the water off.

She peeked in the curtain. “Why? What happened?”

He looked at her but she really had no idea. She’d probably never stayed in such a low end motel before with substandard plumbing.

“When you flushed you drew most of the cold water to the toilet so the shower suddenly became scalding hot. It happens in these older motels and hotels.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. Are you ok? I didn’t burn anything important did I?” She pulled the curtain all the way open and smiled in admiration at his naked, wet body.

“Hey, you got to play last night.” He gestured to his body. “This is off limits today. Besides it sounds like your fun bits may need a little down time too.”

She burst into giggles. “Fun bits! You say the funniest things!” She continued to eye his firm muscles. “Are you done in there? Is it my turn.”

“I need to rinse off. My shower was rudely interrupted if you recall,” he grumbled and she pouted playfully.

“Can I wait in there?” she asked mischievously.

“No. Just give me 30 seconds of privacy and the shower is yours,” he insisted.

She pouted again so he closed the curtain and got the water running once more. He ducked under the spray and rinsed the remaining shampoo and soap from his hair and body. He felt a hand groping his ass so he gave it a slap and heard a yelp.

He turned off the water and pulled the curtain back to see her looking at him with a frown as she shook her tingling hand.

“No. Means. No,” he said. “Lesson learned.”

He stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off. She stepped inside and pulled the curtain closed. He went back into the bedroom and pulled on his shorts. Then he opened the front door and stepped outside. The clouds had blown over but there were still a lot of puddles. When the sun rose in the sky the humidity was going to increase as the standing water vaporized. It was already feeling a little warm.

He went back into the room and saw she’d put on her bra and panties. She was looking at him petulantly. He stopped and gave her a raised eyebrow.

“You hurt me,” she sulked.

He sighed. “I think you’re more surprised than hurt. It wasn’t a hard slap and you’d been told I just wanted 30 seconds of privacy. You get your way all the time. Probably have all your life. No one says no to you and when they do you find a way to get what you want anyway. You get them to change their minds or go around them, regardless of their wishes.”

She opened her mouth to deny it but couldn’t. But there was another path. “It’s how you get ahead in life. It’s how to be successful!”

“Sure, it’s one way,” he said and moved to get a t-shirt. He had to stop talking now as the next direction the conversation would go wasn’t going to be pleasant. He noticed he was really getting low on clothes. He was going to need to visit a laundromat soon.

“Will you come back to Santa Barbara with me?”

Kyle turned to look at Monique in surprise. “What?”

Big, dark eyes were watching him nervously. “I’m going home and I want you to come back with me.”

He was sorely tempted just because she looked so damn beautiful and sad at the same time. It was almost instinctual to want to be there for her but he was aware that’s what she did. She used her beauty to get her what she wanted. She didn’t say she’d like him to come with her, she said she wanted it. There was a difference.

“Let’s talk about it over breakfast,” he suggested.

“Back at my hotel?” she asked.

“No, at the diner across the street.”

She blinked. “A diner?” He just smiled and nodded.

Her top was dry enough but her skirt still needed a few more hours to be dry enough to wear so he loaned her a pair of black board shorts. The drawstring waist meant they could be made to fit. Her legs drew the eyes away from the shorts anyway. And that was the last of his clothes.

“I have to hit a laundromat,” he muttered to himself.

They made their way across the street and got a booth by the window.

“Good morning, hun! Large orange juice?”

Nodding, Kyle smiled up at the waitress who’d served him the day before. She gave him a wide smile of her own.

“Coffee please. Black,” Monique said as she flashed the woman a quick smile.

As she had the pot in her hand the waitress poured a cup for Monique and gave them menus. She smiled once more to Kyle before moving on.

“What’s good here?” Monique asked, looking around.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s breakfast food. It’s all good,” he replied.

They scanned the one page menu and gave their orders as the waitress passed by once more.

They sat and looked out the window for a while, just watching life on the edge of the city start its day. Kyle knew Monique was waiting for his answer but he wasn’t in any hurry. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He sighed.

“So, will you come back with me?” she asked once her patience ran out. He was impressed it lasted as long as it did.

“Why do you want me to?” he asked.

“I wasn’t expecting to have to beg,” she pouted.

“Please stop that.”

She blinked. “What?”

“The pouting. You do it a lot,” he said with a sigh. “It’s almost irresistible. Almost.”

She didn’t know whether to look sad or smile. She seemed a little off balance.

“I’m just asking what your intentions are. What are your expectations?” he said gently.