Page 5 of Fixed Up Ever After
Her overpriced hotel room was a gift from her father for flying from Florida to California in order to attend her sister’s engagement party. She had not known that at the time, and wouldn’t have agreed to come if she did. No doubt her mother made her father keep it a secret since she was certain they had known.
Opening the door to her room, they were greeted by an extended hallway leading toward another area in the suite. Off to the left was the bathroom with a large walk-in shower and a claw-foot tub, adding a vintage element to the space. She reached back for Javi’s hand, leading him down the hallway and into her bedroom.
Floor-to-ceiling windows took up most of the wall. The view was pretty, though not as nice as the view from the main room, and Lola did not bother with the curtains because they were too far up for anyone to see them. The moonlight shining in through the windows provided enough light for them to see each other without having to turn on the harsh, unnatural lights of the room. It seemed less intimate this way.
That was the kind of vibe Lola was going for. She wanted no confusion over what this was and what they would be doing. Javi did not seem like the stalkerish type or a man that overstayed his welcome, but she had been wrong before when it came to making assumptions about a beautiful man.
Lola reached down to unclasp her heels before kicking them off and turning to Javi who was still taking in the extravagant room. Sometimes she forgot that not everyone was in her father’s tax bracket and she appreciated when people humbled her. She never wanted to lose touch with reality like her parents.
Or her sister.
“Do you want a tour, or do you want to take my clothes off and rail me?”
Her crude words made Javi blink, swiveling his head back toward her. A small smile creased the sides of his lips and Lola felt an invisible pull toward him. She wondered how many panties dropped for this man when he smiled at a girl like that. Did he know what power he possessed with those lips and that smile?
“Nah, I’ve seen enough. I choose the second option,” he said and stepped closer to Lola. She took an involuntary deep breath at his proximity. She probably should feel embarrassed about it, but there was a certain freedom in knowing she would never see this man again. She did not have to put on an act and that alone was refreshing.
Lola leaned in, but then stopped once her plump breasts grazed his pecs. “You don’t have a wife and baby at home, do you? Or a girlfriend?” She didn't know what possessed her to ask, but she couldn’t go through with this if she would be Javi’s dirty little secret.
She watched his face, waiting for the lie, but it never came. His eyes remained kind, albeit lustful, and his voice never wavered. “No wife. No girlfriend.”
He did not say anything about a baby, but that was the least of her worries. If she was screwing a dad, then so be it. Even fathers needed to let loose once in a while. Or so she assumed. She had no children or nieces or nephews herself, but she imagined parents had a lot of pent-up frustrations and sex was the perfect outlet.
“Well, lucky me.” How no one had snatched this sexy man up was beyond her, but Lola was going to take full advantage of this situation. She pressed against Javi, feeling his hard muscles underneath his clothes. He felt like the type of guy that could handle every inch of her, every curve, and not think twice about throwing her around.
That was exactly what she needed right now. To be thrown around and told what to do. She was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, but after her day she did not want to think. She wanted to be told what to do and be called a good girl when she obeyed. She wanted pleasure for the sake of pleasure and judging by the hungry gleam in his eyes, she guessed Javi wanted the same thing. Or why else would he be here right now?
Lola opened her mouth to say something else, anything to break the increasing tension between them, but her words were swallowed up in Javi’s kiss. Thank God. She was prepared to make the first move to get Javi to loosen up, but she was glad she didn’t have to. His mouth was warm and wet, tasting of spearmint and whiskey.
A needy moan left her as his arms wrapped around her hips, hands resting on her ass. His large hands engulfed her cheeks, kneading them. If he was determined to drive her wild within five minutes of getting to her hotel room, he succeeded.
“Turn around.” Gone was his light, teasing demeanor from the bar; in its place was the deep baritone of a man who knew what he wanted and took it. If he asked her to get on her knees, Lola would have shattered both kneecaps with eager compliance.
She did as she was told, turning away from him. Javi ran his hand up her back, finding the zipper to her pink dress. He was careful of her hair, which Lola appreciated, making sure it was twisted out of his way before he pulled the zipper down to the top of her ass.
Her puffy sleeves slipped off her arms, exposing more of her brown skin. Unlike Javi, her skin was free of tattoos, mostly because she was too afraid of needles and far too impatient to sit and wait for the tattoo artist to finish.
Lola let the sleeves fall completely before pulling her arms out. The dress was too low cut to wear a bra underneath it, so her large tits were on display. The room was cold, causing her brown nipples to perk up in response.
Javi made an appreciative sound from behind her. She expected him to reach up and cup her breast, but he no longer touched her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body and sense his eyes all over her, but his hands were nowhere to be found.
“Take off your dress, Lola.” His hot breath hit the back of her neck. Her panties flooded with moisture at his command and she shimmied out of her dress leaving on her lacy pink panties—ones that left little to the imagination.
Finally, she turned around to face him. Javi bit his bottom lip and the need to tease him grew strong. She was a flirt by nature and appreciated it when people enjoyed her body. It made her want to put on a show.
She cupped her own breasts and then pinched her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Javi groaned and stood still, his gaze piercing her as if he were afraid to miss even a second of her show.
“You have far too many clothes on, big guy. Why don’t you change that?” she purred. She could tell her voice went straight to his cock, because of the bulge forming in his jeans. It gave her a confidence boost and Lola backed up to the bed, easing her body down gracefully.
Still, Javi did not move. It was as if he were in a trance, unable to break the spell he was under. She chuckled and spread her thighs, panties barely covering her most intimate places. It had the desired effect, though, because Javi snapped out of whatever hold he was under and finally peeled the black shirt off his body.
And hot damn was he an Adonis. An actual living, breathing Adonis and all hers for tonight. She licked her lips, wanting to lick down his chest to his happy trail to discover the prize that lay beneath.
Javi shucked off his pants while she continued to play with her breasts, moaning. In a matter of seconds, he was on top of her, pinning her down to the bed, with nothing but a thin layer of boxers on. They did little to hide the indent of his cock from her. Her mouth watered, actually watered, for a taste of him.
“Javi…” she whined as he leaned down to kiss her neck, one of the most sensitive parts of her body. She impatiently reached for the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. But before she pulled down any further and exposed his beautiful cock, Javi caught her hands and pinned them above her head.
She huffed indignantly, which earned her a satisfied chuckle from Javi. “You seem like the impatient type, Lola. Impatient and spoiled. Do you always get what you want, preciosa?”
