Two months went by.
Two months of pure, filthy, loud, sensual, uninhibited fucking transpired between Nick and I.
This was the last week of school and we decided to take a trip together to Miami. We had become inseparable and since graduation was around the corner, we thought we would celebrate ‘making it through college.’
“So what you wanna do in Miami? Any specific places you wanna visit?” I quizzed laying on his chest after an afternoon session. His dick was still hard as I stroked him, rubbing his cum all round his stiff dick.
“I just wanna blow that back out on a balcony. I don’t give a fuck if we don’t even leave the hotel while we’re there.”
“I mean… that shit sounds good. But can we at least go to a couple restaurants? Maybe even water ski?”
“We can do whatever you want to do bae, I’m just saying what I’m looking forward to,” he pulled from his re-lit blunt and turned on some music.
It was a Friday night and our flight was leaving Sunday morning at 6 am. I listened to SiR speak about a woman not saving him from himself and began thinking about this situation. This time has been absolutely incredible. We haven’t really put a title on what ‘this’ is but he treats me like I’m his girl.
He pays for groceries instead of our usual split down the middle. He cooks for me now without asking if I’m joining him or if I want a plate. Nick even voluntarily rubs my feet when I come home from working overtime.
We talk about any and everything and I’ve never felt safer. Occasionally, we sleep in our own beds but more often than not, we fall asleep in my bed.
I haven’t seen my big blue dildo in weeks. Literally don’t know where it is.
I’m not opposed to a relationship, but I don’t know what he wants to do after graduation. His degree is in robotics and he can probably get a position anywhere and do well.
My degree is in forensics and I hadn’t planned on moving out of Atlanta any time soon.
I heard light snores coming from him as his breathing began to slow. Dick is still a little hard but I’m gonna let him sleep.
Creeping out of bed, I close the door behind me to use the bathroom. Sitting there naked, I day dream about how fun this trip is about to be. Already, I feel the heightened energy that we’ll experience over the next week.
Baggage claim was hectic. Not only because it was crowded but a guy came over trying to talk to me while Nick went to the bathroom.
Some nigga was complimenting me on how good I looked in my sundress and out the corner of my eye I could see Nick approaching. Now… again, we haven’t specified what ‘this’ is, but Nick walked past me, moved me back behind him and asked dude “you need something nigga?”
“Oh this your girl?” ’Ol dude said.
“This isn’t a back-and-forth question hour; did you need something?” Nick stated, squaring his shoulders.
“Naw bro, we good.” Whatever his name is said as he backed away.
Nick turned toward me and asked if I ordered the Uber.
“Yep, it’ll be here in 5 minutes.”
“Cool, let’s go wait by the exit.”
The ride from the Miami airport to the Kipton hotel was quiet. The Uber driver went on to ask Nick all the touristy questions while I stared out the window. Nick rested his hand on my left thigh the entire ride, occasionally rubbing in circles. I’d glance down at his hand every time it moved feeling a sense of peace. Never looking him directly in the eye, I could see out the corner of my eye that he mainly looked out the window and looked at the driver periodically to answer a question.
Much of the same thing took place in the elevator up to the 14th floor. Nick would stand really close to me, our bags on the opposite side of him, his arm wrapped around my waist as if to claim me for anyone who may be watching.
The shit was exhilarating. His gestures aren’t overbearing but enough to keep me present.
Room 1408 was ours for the next 5 days and hopefully these walls are thick and the neighboring guests mind their fucking business.
It was 7 pm by time we woke up from a quick nap. We were gonna eat at the hotel’s rooftop restaurant Area 31. With it being 95 degrees out, I was thankful to have long box braids and not worry about sweating out my hair.
We gave each other 2 1/2 hours to be ready since our reservation was at 10 pm.
The suite was large with a separate room with a vanity and small desk allowing me to get ready separately from Nick.
The dress I would be wearing tonight definitely required a couple shots before we leave. I intentionally found the sluttiest dress I’d ever seen for our first night in Miami.
It is a black sheer halter top dress with the back completely out and a split on each side. A black G-string to match. There is enough material to cover my ass cheeks and my pussy, but everything else is visible. The thong is visible, my deep mahogany nipples are visible and if Nick looks close enough, he might see my butterfly tattoo to the upper right of where my thigh starts.
I made sure my makeup was waterproof to combat the humidity and the sweat I’m sure that’ll be dripping from my face later.
Nick called from the hallway letting me know it was almost time to go eat. Slipping on the satin black knee length robe I brought to surprise him, I put on my black Bottega Veneta heels and grabbed black mini Prada bag.
Exiting the room with the vanity, I smiled at Nick who was leaned against the wall near the door. He looked sexy af. He wore some black silk material shorts with a black short sleeve matching shirt completely unbuttoned. He paired it with some black Versace slides and a gold cuban link chain.
With his abs all out and that dick print leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination, I headed straight to the mini bar to take a shot.
The restaurant was so beautiful. We were so high up that we had the perfect view of the beach. Thankfully it was only 4 other groups of people scattered throughout.
Nick helped me get seated and once he sat down, I removed my robe. He sat in awe for a few moments starting at my very visible and hard nipples. The front of the dress also had a deep plunge allowing for cleavage down to almost my belly button. Nick licked his lips staring between me and my barely covered titties.
“Nick,” I whispered his name trying to snap him out of his trans.
His eyes slowly met mine and he licked his lips.
“Damn baby. I know you’re probably hungry, but I know you don’t think I can sit here with you looking like that.”
“Oh you’re gonna have to, I’m hot and hungry and we got all night.”
I glanced down at the menu but I could tell Nick was still starting at me.
Our server, Andre came over and introduced himself, he glanced at me and out of respect immediately faced Nick while taking our drink orders.
Andre walked away and Nick quickly got up and pulled him to the side. He said a few words to him and I saw Andre nod his head. When Nick sat back down, I quickly interrogated him.
“Uh what was that?”
“I asked Andre if he was cool with nudity.”
“Uh ok. What he say?”
“He said he was aight, he’d stay professional. He also let me know that there aren’t any cameras pointed in our direction.”
“Oh and why does that matter?”
“You already know. Untie the strings around your neck.”
For a second I gave him a “are you serious look?” But I knew this nigga was dead serious.
Shit I’ve never eaten dinner topless. We’re so high up there aren’t really any buildings close to us. 2 of the groups just left so I reached behind my neck and slowly pulled the thin strings loose. The sheer fabric landed softly in my lap.
I heard Nick moan and almost lose his breath.
“You ok daddy?” I smirked leaning back in my seat allowing my titties to lightly sway.
The cool air made my nipples even harder (if that were possible). Relaxing into the back of my chair, I leaned my head back slightly closing my eyes feeling free af.
I heard someone at the other table say “damn she got some nice titties.” Glancing over, I mouthed thank you to the girls who were clearly drunk and staring at Nick and I.
“Maybe you all should take yours off too,” I spoke louder that time.
“Bae what you doin?,” Nick whispered watching me stand and walk over to the table.
My titties swayed even more as I approached the other table. I leaned close to the girl who complimented me and told them the waiter was cool.
One by one, the ladies removed their halters, spaghetti straps or tube tops.
“Thanks girls. Now have fun. Don’t come over to talk to my man.” I giggled but truly meant my warning.
By the time I was back at my seat, Nick had already ordered our food. Andre now had to serve two tables with topless women at them. He might not be getting any pussy from me but I’m sure those girls will take care of him.
Nick was on his 3rd shot of Hennessy and that dick print was slowly growing. The girls were getting ready to leave but not before sending us both shots of V.S.O.P.
Finally, we were the last couple there. The only lighting was the moonlight and a few candles on our table.
Nick ordered a small cup of fudge and a scoop of ice cream. He instructed me to sit back in my seat and close my eyes.
Soon after I felt warm fudge running down the front of my left shoulder toward my nipple.
“Keep those eyes closed.” Nick demanded as his warm tongue glided from my tip lapping up the fudge that dripped down my soft skin.
I slouched into my seat enjoying his greedy tongue. He took my hand and helped me stand, sitting in my seat and brining me close to straddle him.
“Damn I love these in my face. I’m about to lick all this ice cream off of you.”
Nick had my thighs soaked from licking ice cream from my sensitive swollen nips.
Suck... “You like that momma?”
“Ughghhhh yessss. Oh baby I need youuu.” Moaning loudly, we both weren’t far from our release. He slipped his fingers between my lips past my thong string to hungrily move his two dominant fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy.
Andre hadn’t been back for a while and I was stuck between worrying about being kicked out for moaning and cumming as soon as possible.
Nick moved in and out faster and I closed my eyes and wept.
He wrapped his arms around me and whispered “good girl” while I came down. Fucking exhausted isn’t the word.
“Bae I think it’s time to go to our room.” Nick said close to my ear bringing me back from a daze. I stood up and he guided me to the elevator.
My titties were still exposed but there was no one in sight, it was close to 12:30 am. Coming off the elevator, another couple was getting in and smiled at us. Nick kept moving while I giggled about how this man was about to blow my back out. The woman laughed and said “ok sis, slut his ass out too.”
Before the elevator doors closed, I yelled “I absolutely will…”
