Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series) (19 page)

“Ah!
Conrad,” she whispered.

“Open you eyes and look at me.”

Moira opened them and saw the naked desire in his eyes. He was hanging by a thread but still continued the torture.

“Please, I need you inside me. Now.”

“Reach down and slide me inside,” he told her as he lifted her. “Don’t look away.”

Moira
shook as she placed his cock to her entrance. As she sank onto him, his eyes went dark and narrowed. When he was all in, Conrad pushed her up and then pulled her back down onto his cock. Moira shook and shivered with excitement.

             
“Don’t close your eyes.”

Moira
opened them again and they watched each other as he moved her body at his will. As he increased the speed, they started moving in sync and they met in the middle. When he continuously hit her g-spot, Moira shuddered and flapped around while he held tightly, and repeated hitting the same spot. The orgasms flowed, one into the next, unending until Moira cried that she couldn’t take it anymore. Conrad twisted his body and pumped several times until he harshly cried out and pumped hot seed into her, spasmed below her, then crushed her to his body before he turned them to their sides.

He kept one hand on her butt and brought the other to her head, pulled her head slightly back, “Look at me,” he said, then crushed her mouth to his.

Moira sighed into his mouth. She felt his need for her in the kiss. This man she had just met recently was at her mercy. It was humbling. She didn’t refuse him although she was bone tired. She never knew sex could be this exhausting. And to think she hadn’t even done any work. He had taken control of her body and used it to his satisfaction. They had both come in torrents but still he wanted her. Most men would have turned to the side and been fast asleep. But Conrad was an insatiable beast, she was coming to learn.

“You are trembling, baby.” Already her body so attuned to his was waiting for the next phase. “You feel it too, hmmm.”

“Yes,” she whispered. With their bodies still connected, Moira felt Conrad fill her up rapidly. “Ah!,” she cried out as she grabbed his bicep to steady herself.

He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his thigh, then he flicked her nub and she climaxed, and he fucked her through her climax. “Kiss me.”

Moira latched onto his lips and as they dueled, Conrad lifted her leg higher and fucked, harder and faster. She let go of his mouth and screamed until they both came and lay limp. When he could move, he turned her around and placed her back to his front, then they slept.

As the sun was rising,
Moira was on her back and Conrad eating her pussy. As she came he entered her in one swift thrust. “Good Morning, baby.”

“
Conrad, faster.”

“In a minute. It has to last me all day. So we will go nice and slow for now,” he told her. He grazed her nipples with his teeth and each time
Moira sucked his cock with her pussy. He took her slow and deep, and the orgasm was slow and long holding Moira helpless for a long time. “Ready baby?” he asked her as he started upping the tempo. Two long strokes then three short ones. Two long strokes, then three short ones. And again, then he changed to four long strokes, two short ones. Four long strokes, two short ones. And again and again. Then it was repeated long strokes until Moira came twice before Conrad joined her on her third time. “Must be a record number of orgasm for a morning fuck,” he said laughing.

“I wouldn’t know, but I sure hope for more of those,” she replied. She stretched, feeling good. “God, I feel like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore.” She relaxed into his side and dozed off.

It was late morning when he kissed her awake. “Wake up. We need to leave soon,” he told her. “Your brother invited me for lunch at your place.” He chuckled when she raised an eyebrow. “It was more like, a command, and I’m not sure it’s one that I can ignore.”

She noticed that he was already dressed, looking sinfully sexy. No man should be allowed to look that sexy. She smiled, “I
could tie you to the bed and you could then have a legitimate reason to ignore the command.”

Conrad
open and shut his mouth several times like a fish flapping in shallow water. He stood and took a couple of steps back when Moira let the sheet drop. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you are trying to get me in trouble. Your brother has a mean left-hook and it’s not something I care to experience so soon from the last one.”

Moira
knelt on the bed, and Conrad took more steps back. His nostrils flared as he saw what the sheet had revealed. She smiled at the power, and stepped out of bed, then stretched. His eyes bulged and he fisted his hands. She walked slowly towards him and he stood there like a frightened animal. When she was a few steps away, he turned tail and ran like a little kid. Moira laughed as she heard him tell her she had less than an hour to get ready.

She
stood under the hot shower and didn’t move for so long, she thought the water would grow cold on her. When she heard Conrad moving around the bedroom, she shampooed her hair, then soaped herself and let the water clean her from top to bottom as it ran down her head then her body. When she was squeeky clean, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower stall. She walked into the bedroom and collected her overnight bag. Conrad had stripped the bed, but was nowhere to be seen. Chicken she thought to herself, and smiled.

She found her toilet bag and took her toothbrush and found toothpaste in the bathroom, then brushed her teeth. She squeezed lotion from her little travel sized bottle onto her palms, then sat down and rubbed herself from top to bottom. She made a mental note to replace that for her trip to Orlando. She would probably need to pack by midweek so she wouldn’t panic at the last minute. She pulled fresh undies and laid them on the bed, beside her jeans and top. She collected her clothes from the chair, and threw them in her overnight bag.

Moira went back to the bathroom and switched the hair-dryer on and semi dried her hair. Once all the excess moisture was gone, she pulled it into a ponytail, then went back to the bedroom and dressed. She remembered she had left her shoes in the living room, so she went looking for them.

Conrad
had coffee and a croissant waiting for her. She sat and ate while he was finishing up a call. She washed her cup and plate then left them in the dishwasher to dry.

“You look great,” he told her when he hung up.

“So do you,” she returned the compliment.

He picked
the bag she had dropped close to the door. Moira grabbed her handbag and then they left. They passed by the coincierge desk where Conrad left instructions about housekeeping and dropped a grocery list.

When he took her hand and they started walking outside, she asked, “You don’t buy your own groceries?”

“Ocassionally. But this is a full service building. This building caters to people who want the hotel experience without being in a hotel per se. They take care of your laundry and dry cleaning.” Conrad ushered Moira into the car as he handed the valet guy her bag. Not surprised that he had more than two cars, she luxuriated in the faint sunshine through the open top. When he joined her, he continued telling her about the building. “The difference is the bedding is your own. Your own furniture, pots and pans and so forth. Because of the millions of restaurants in Miami, I didn’t see the point in having a full service one, so instead I just included a coffee shop.”

Moira
nodded in understanding.

“Then I a have another building that is in some ways the opposite of this one. It is fully furnished, no laundry service, but there is a fully equipped laundromat in the building, no dry cleaning service in that one. But I have a dry cleaner we work with that gives a discount if the residents choose to use them. It also has the coffee shop too. No coincierge service. Oh, and you bring your own bedding and kitchen utensils.”

She cocked her head at him. “And as the owner you get to live in the penthouse?”

He laughed. “Yup.”

“Are they for rent or to own?”

“Rent. I’m playing around with the idea of whether I want to build something else and have the option to own. The problem with that is people will want to re-design the interior and the renovations can be disrupting to the other residents. And if someone doesn’ have enough money to do them all at the same time, it
could be months of renovations.”

“Makes sense. Never thought about it that way,” she said thoughtfully.

They made the rest of the trip in silence. He found an empty spot close to their door and parked. He turned to her and gave her a deep wet kiss, then got out and came to open her door. He linked their fingers and took her overnight bag, then they walked to the front door. Moira used her keys to open the door and as they entered Conrad squeezed her her fingers. Relax, he mouthed to her.

“Wow, you made it,” Sam said as he looked at his wristwatch and smirked at them.

“Barely,” Conrad agreed. “Although it wouldn’t have been my fault if we hadn’t.”

Moira
elbowed him and he grunted. She took her bag from him and walked to her bedroom. She saw them doing some manly greeting and rolled her eyes. If she didn’t know better she would have thought that they were BFF’s or something close to that.

She grabbed a coke on her way to join th
em outside. She took the chaise lounge and lay down intent on enjoying the winter sun and let the two men do their bonding. At that thought she snorted and had a private laugh.

She woke an hour later, to the smell of meat grilling. Her mouth watered and her stomach growled in hunger. Just in time she
realized as she sat up and looked over to the outdoor grill. Sam was in his favorite ‘Kiss the chef’ apron and piling meat onto a platter. He brought it over to the table and she turned to see another face.

“Hi Lucas. When did you get here?”

“A while ago. How are you beautiful?”

“Great,” she answered and picked up her empty can of soda and threw it in the trash. “Need any help, Sam?”

“No, everything is ready. Let’s dig in.”

“Wait,”
Moira said. Everybody froze. She leaned over and kissed Sam’s cheek, then sank into the outdoor chair. “That’s the tradition,” she clarified. “You want to eat you need to follow the instructions on the apron.”

Conrad
and Lucas looked over to Sam’s apron. Sam looked down at his apron, then all three looked at each other and went green.

Moira
laughed at their expressions and wished she had thought to take a video. Would have been an instant YouTube hit.

“That wasn’t funny,” Sam groaned beside her, then added salad and a roll to his plate.

“Baby you are going to have to pay for that.”

Lucas laughed. “Oh, come on. I think it was genius.”

“Thank you Lucas. It was a Kodak moment for sure,” Moira replied and snagged a couple of short ribs. She added a little bit of salad and a roll. She got another coke from the little cooler box beside Sam. Looking at the number of empty beer bottles, it looked like the men had already done some considerable damage in the their beer quota. In a few more hours they would probably be tipsy and then interesting things would start to happen. She ate silently listening to the back and forth conversation on sport. Seemed every time men met, all they could talk about was sport. And with the Super Bowl coming up, it just added fodder to the fire. Or wait, was it already over? Moira couldn’t remember. She cleaned her hands, then discarded the trash, and sat back down.

When her cell rang,
Moira jumped. She hadn’t realized what time it was. She pocketed it, and smacked Conrad with a kiss and ran back into the apartment. “I’ll see you later,” she shouted as she left. She flew and grabbed her handbag and car keys and was out of the door in no time. Her heart was pumping because she had forgotten to tell Conrad her plans for the afternoon and evening. He was going to be royally pissed. Not that they had made plans together, but still, Moira just had an inkling.

She had promised to meet up with an old high school friend for some retail therapy then later go clubbing. Sue always was a lot of fun. Never a dull moment with her. From time to time they hooked up but hadn’t done that for a while when
Moira had excused herself due to pressure of work. Now with her new job and weekday work schedule, it was easier to have a weekend life and meet old friends again. She dialed her back as she got into traffic and apologized for being late. Fifteen minutes later she made it to the mall and found her next to the Macy’s inside mall entrance.

“I’m sorry I lost track of time,”
Moira said as they exchanged hugs and air-kisses. They wandered aimlessly entering stores that had items that caught their eye, but for the most part they just enjoyed each other’s company and talked about nothing and everything. Moira found a few pieces of jewelry she liked and added to her collection. A few shops were still running Valentine’s sales and they capitalized on that. Another two pairs of shoes didn’t hurt, except her closet may need re-arranging to find the pairs a spot to sit on. Moira decided she needed to do a little spring cleaning before spring came around to get rid of some stuff she hadn’t worn for years. With that in mind she decided to layoff more shopping until she had accomplished that.