Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series) (15 page)

Moira
felt her strength coming back as Conrad moved in and out, slowly. It was exquisite torture and her orgasm rolled for the longest time before she went limp in his arms. Conrad arranged her to his liking and pulled her hands up over her head. Her breasts shot up and he popped one into his eager mouth. He dropped it and took the other globe into his mouth then started to move a little faster. Moira moaned and writhed underneath him. When she brought her hands down, Conrad told her to keep them up and hold onto the bedsheets. He moved his hands until he held her butt then increased his speed again.

“Oh God. I promised I wouldn’t go fast, but this is killing me.”
Conrad rotated his hips and Moira groaned. “That good baby?”

“Yes, just keep going.”

“All day baby.” And again he rotated his hips.

“Please, I need…”

“Yes, I know baby. Tell me if it hurts okay?” Conrad rotated his hips and pulled out and slammed back in.

They both shuddered.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He rotated his hips, pulled out and slammed back in.

“Please…”
Moira cried.

Conrad
repeated, then repeated, again and again. Then he continued slamming into her until she came crying noisily and still he continued before he orgasmed too and filled a second condom in less than an hour.

“Fuck
Moira. I have never come so hard in my life.” He kissed her lips then rolled out of bed and disposed the condom. He opened the faucets in the tub and started filling it with water. He threw in some soothing salts and bubble bath then went to collect Moira. She was already half asleep. Conrad chuckled thinking how he must have tired her. His laugh faded when he remembered she had barely recovered from a fever the previous weekend, and there he had been pounding into her like a madman. He was scum. He picked her up and went back to the bathroom then stepped inside holding onto her. He sat down and placed her in front of him.

“You are going to be sore for a while, an
d for that I am sorry,” Conrad told a sleepy Moira. “But the salts I added should ease the pain. I know they did help a few months back when I hurt my leg.” He grabbed the loofah and after soaping it started to wash her body. Conrad chuckled at a boneless Moira. “Baby, can you wake up for a few minutes so I can wash you?” When he got no response, he gave up and just held her while the salts did their job. Thirty minutes later the water was starting to get cold, and he added more hot water. Another half hour later he decided to get out of the water if he didn’t want to end up like a prune.

Picking her up from the tub, he stepped out and bundled her in one of the huge fluffy towels he never thought he would ever use. He gently placed her in the middle of his bed and pulled the covers over her then joined her. It was mid afternoon before they both woke up. For
Conrad it was the first time he had really slept for over a week. He woke up feeling rejuvenated and with a raging hard-on.

Moira
woke up and slowly feeling her body aching and trying to wonder if she had just woken up from another fever. Not only did the room feel strange, but the sheets she was lying on felt as soft as butter. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up just yet, so she wiggled her body with the intention on getting as comfortable as ever and going back to sleep. Except that something hard pushed against her backside. She wiggled again and as she felt the body heat behind her she felt that same thing poking against her before she heard some very colorful swearing.

“Hi,” she said, as everything came rushing back to her.

“Hi yourself,” Conrad rasped. “Are you okay?”

“Aha. But I am hungry,” she added.
Moira turned to get a better look at Conrad. They slept on their sides facing each other.

He pulled her head to his and their lips met in a slow kiss that last
ed for all of thirty seconds before it engulfed them both. Moira moaned and Conrad groaned. He left her mouth and latched onto a nipple and pulled hard until she cried out, then he moved to the other one and did the same. Moira moved restlessly until she managed to hold onto his cock and squeezed.

“Ah baby, we can’t. You will be sore for a day or two at least,” he said through gritted teeth.

Moira turned him onto his back and climbed on top. She kissed his chin then moved down and clamped onto a nipple and pulled hard with her lips.

Conrad
shuddered and held onto her head tightly. “Careful if I lose my mind all bets are off.”

Moira
gave a throaty laugh which just made Conrad’s cock swell and harden more.  She moved to the other nipple and suckled, then pulled hard with her lips and heard Conrad swear like a sailor. Laughing she moved lower until his cock was directly in front of her lips. She licked her lips then did the same to the tip. Precum shot out and ran down his cock. Moira caught the precum as it reached the base and licked until she reached the tip then swiped the top with her tongue.

“
Moira, please just take it in, please baby!” he cried out. His teeth were clenched tightly as he continued, “I won’t last and want to come in your mouth.”

Moira
squeezed the base then took half of his cock in her mouth and sucked then popped it out. She made another tongue run on the bottom of his cock from the base to the head and sucked on the tip as she squeezed the base tightly. He shot some more precum before his orgasm was stopped by her squeeze. She took more of him and bobbed her head up and down his cock, faster and faster and before Conrad could warn her of his orgasm, he shot into her mouth and kept coming for a long time until he was finally depleted and his cock softened.

“Guess you owe me lunch now,” she said with a saucy grin.

“Baby, that’s the least of what I owe you.” He got up and pulled his jeans on, then threw her his t-shirt.

Moira
was glad it reached mid thigh, although any bending on her side would bring the t-shirt to dangerous heights. When she tried to wear her leggings, Conrad refused her, sprouting he wanted unlimited access to her pussy all day. Moira kept quiet although she was wondering what had happened to her being sore for a couple of days. But if it meant more sex, who was she to point that out? She would gladly go home sore and take all day Sunday sitting in bath salts to ease the pain. Yes, ladies, size does matter. Man, if only she could have gone through her previous boyfriends with a measuring tape, and anyone not up to par scratched off the list before she wasted her time with a selfish jerk. A pity none of them had ever gone down on her and given her mindblowing orgasms. For that she could have forgiven them the wham bam sex.

“Open the drawer next to the fridge and choose where you want us to order lunch,” he told her as he got some orange juice for her and water for himself.

Their food was delivered less than half an hour later and they sat on the floor in the living room. As they ate, they watched some repeat show of World’s Dumbest Criminals. They had a good laugh and spent the rest of the day spooning on the sofa. After lunch her t-shirt was gone and she couldn’t complain about Conrad’s wandering hand. Everywhere he touched, her skin tingled. He played with her body all day long until she felt like a live wire. She writhed and moaned hoping he would just fuck her, tender pussy or not, just to relieve her pain. Conrad refused to be rushed, and refused to hurt her. When Moira groaned in pain and frustration, Conrad chuckled and she almost did bodily harm on him, until he turned her onto her back and slowly slipped two fingers into her pussy, then made love to her mouth as if he were using his cock. Moira shuddered and combusted in his arms. She slowly came to and found Conrad eating her cream then he kissed her and pulled her into his arms.

She was almost falling
asleep when she remembered she would need to leave in a short while. “I need to leave by six. What time is it now?”

“It’s 6:30pm,” he told her.

“Okay,” Moira replied. Suddenly she woke up from her dreamy state and jumped of the sofa. “What? Oh God! If Sam gets home before me… Oh, I need to leave now.” Moira rushed to his bedroom and pulled on her leggings then skirt. Her bra had done a disappearing act. She thought about leaving it, but with the t-shirt she wore today it wasn’t an option to go braless. “Don’t just stand there. Help me look for my bra,” she screamed at him.

“Here,”
Conrad said handing it over to her.

“It’s not funny,” she grumbled to him when she saw him smirking at her. She looked into the mirror and almost screamed at her hair. It was definitely broadcasting a day of sex. She pulled her brush through it and pulled it into a ponytail. She thanked
Conrad when she found him holding her coat. She quickly put it on, then turned and kissed him solidly on the lips and ran to the door. He followed her and they got onto the elevator together. “Where are you going?”

“I’m taking you downstairs,” he told her.

“You don’t have to and I doubt I will get lost,” she bristled.

“Don’t get testy with me. Besides, this is not something open for negotiation
Moira.”

Moira
huffed, “Okay. Whatever.”

Conrad
pushed the lobby button then slammed Moira against the side and took her mouth in a hot and hungry kiss. “Don’t spoil the day by fighting with me,” he threw at her. As she opened her mouth to respond, Conrad trembled and stopped any words coming out and took her mouth again once more. Moira responded and kissed him back like it was her last kiss on earth. They broke apart when the elevator announced the lobby floor. She walked out on shaky legs and were it not for Conrad’s support, would have fallen down. After a few steps she had gotten herself under control, then she walked more confidently.

He pulled her to the Coincierge desk where he introduced her and told one of the guys there to make her a key for the elevator.
Conrad knew them all by name and she wondered how he could keep track of them. But then he probably made it his business since he owned the building and needed to make sure he employed people who were discreet. What better way than to know them and engage in conversations with them from time to time, which was evident when she heard him asking one of the guys about his daughter.

They left when she was told it would be ready on Monday and would be given to
Conrad if she couldn’t pick it up. By the time she got outside, her car was ready and waiting for her. As Moira got in, Conrad told her to call him when she got there. She peeled out and drove fast hoping it wouldn’t be one of those days where every ten cars was a police officer.

What better way of avoiding an explanation than to come bearing groceries.
Moira stopped by the shops and tried to remember what she was running out of. She was pretty sure the pantry was fully stocked and the fridge too. So she got some baking items for something she had always wanted to try. Armed with a little shopping of a few items, she got back in her car and arrived home barely ten minutes before Sam.

Sam found her deep in flour and other crazy baking ingredients all over the island. Whatever he was about to say didn’t make it when he saw the food processor almost overflowing with what he assumed was his chocolate cake. “Mine?” he asked.

Moira raised her eyebrow and said, “Maybe.” She laughed. “Depends. Have you been a good boy today?”

“The best,” to which they both laughed.

She poured the cake mix into five round cake trays and placed them all into the oven. Then she cleared space and made a salad for dinner. As she put that into the fridge she grabbed two steaks and placed them on a grill pan.

Then she took the ingredients from the store and started the mix. When Sam came out of his bedroom, he took over the steaks and set the
dining room table since she had commandeered the island.

‘What’s that?” Sam asked as he made his last trip of collecting glasses.

“I’m trying to make strawberry fudge. If it comes out well, I can add it to my Valentine bag of sweets I am doing for King International. I managed to convince both Kings to give each employee a bag full of Valentine treats,” she told him as she poured the mix into a tray.

Moira
washed her hands then joined Sam at the table. She steered conversation from her by asking about the hotel’s plans for Valentine’s Day. She knew most hotels usually tried doing something on special days. While the hotel was not so much of a nightmare, Sam was worried about the Valentine themed drinks Lucas had planned which seemed to already be drawing lots of interest. It was going to be a red and white affair, from head to toe. Sam told her how the men were scrambling around looking for white shoes.

When the timer rang
Moira jumped up and switched her cakes for the fudge tray. She came back to the table and told Sam that they probably needed to take photos and put them on their website. Free marketing and advertising for the following year. When they were done, Sam cleaned up their dinner dishes and she took care of cleaning the rest of the kitchen. A few minutes later she took out her fudge tray and placed it on the cooling rack.

From the five cakes, she took three aside and stacked them, then layered icing on top and to the sides. Then she used pink icing to make a heart and placed it in a glass cake dome. After that she took the other two cakes and followed the same process. She took her plastic cake dome and snapped the sides closed then found an empty place in the fridge for it.