Ultimate Prize (3 page)

her hands. “May I see you again? Later?”

His hopeful tone made her practically giddy. “Yes!”

Yoli scurried to her purse on the corner chair and rifled through the contents. She found the spare key

to her penthouse suite and raced back to him. “You’ll need this to access the elevator to my floor. I’ll be

back in my room by eleven.”

Zel pocketed the key. “I’ll be there.”

She trembled with the promise of a night she’d never forget. “So I’ll see you then?”

He leaned down and kissed her hungrily. “Count on it.”

Flashing that ever so sexy grin, Zel opened the door and slipped into the hallway. Yoli collapsed against

the door, barely able to breathe.
What did I just do?

Zel’s limbs trembled as he stepped off the elevator and into a private hallway. There was only one door

straight ahead. As he strode toward it, his dick leapt in his pants. He was so hard it hurt. Just the thought of

burying his face in Yoli’s sweet pussy threatened to make him come in his pants. He couldn’t ever

remember being so turned-on in his life.

Still his mind reeled from the surreal turn his visit to her dressing room had taken. At best, Zel had been

hoping to snag a dinner date. Holding Yoli close as he worked her into a frenzied state with his fingers had

never even crossed his mind. The taste of her delicious cunt still lingered on his lips.

Clenching his shaking fingers, Zel rapped his knuckles against the door. He expected to wait but the

door swung inward almost immediately. His eyes widened at the sight of Yoli, naked and freshly showered,

her damp hair curling around her shoulders. He raked his hungry gaze over those full breasts and the gentle

curve of her belly. Desperate to get his hands on her plump flesh, Zel lifted his hand and let a strip of

condoms unfold for her approval.

In a flash, Yoli snatched a handful of his shirt and dragged him inside the penthouse. He kicked the

door shut behind him and trailed her like a puppy through the various rooms of the upscale suite. His eyes

trained on the hypnotic swing of her wide hips and the jiggle of her voluptuous ass. Naughty visions

filtered through his mind.

When they reached the bedroom, Yoli pounced on him. Her fingers made quick work of divesting his

clothing. Dropping the condoms, Zel helped speed up the process, kicking off his shoes and tearing off his

shirt. He’d barely peeled off his boxer briefs before Yoli shoved him onto the bed. He fell back against the

fluffy comforter, his feet still flat on the floor. In an instant, her hot, wet mouth was wrapped around the

head of his cock. The sensation of her velvety tongue flicking his frenulum knocked the breath from his

lungs. Her slick lips enveloped his shaft and slid down the length.

Eyes closed, Zel enjoyed the unbelievable feeling of her tongue and lips lavishing attention on his cock.

Her hands joined the party, one stroking his shaft, the other playing with his balls. His hips pumped subtly

in reaction to the delicious stimulation. When Zel lifted his head and watched his cock disappear down her

throat, he nearly shot off immediately.

Not ready to lose it just yet, he gently pulled away from her mouth. She cast a confused look his way.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head. “You did everything right. I want to come with you—later.”

Mischief sparkled in Yoli’s brown eyes. “Later?”

“Right now I want you to get up on this bed and put your ass in the air.” Zel grinned at the enthusiastic

expression on Yoli’s face. She hastily complied. He slid off the bed and knelt behind her. Wasting no time,

Zel palmed her plump cheeks and dived into her pussy. Yoli squealed with delight as he lapped at her core,

her musky juice coating his tongue. He nibbled at her dusky lips and traced them toward her pulsing clit.

As he suckled the nub, Zel slipped a pair of fingers into her slippery cunt. Yoli moaned and pushed

back against his thrusting fingers, her slick sleeve clenching around them. The feeling transmitted straight to

his dick and made him mad with desire. To keep his mind off his throbbing cock, Zel concentrated on her

clit, slurping the bud between his lips and flicking his tongue against it.

Howling into the comforter, Yoli clenched her thighs together and abruptly broke contact. “You’re

going to kill me,” she panted.

Smirking, Zel wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He stretched to reach the discarded strip of

condoms and tore one loose. With a rip of his teeth, he opened the package and hastily applied the latex

sheath. He climbed onto the bed where Yoli knelt, facing him. Reclining against the pile of pillows, Zel

motioned to his cock. “Ride me?”

Yoli’s eyes lit up and she nodded happily. Looking incredibly sexy, she crawled toward him and

straddled his hips. She grasped the base of his thick cock and lifted her ass, lining up their bodies for the

ultimate joining. Satisfied moans escaped their lips as Yoli’s hot pussy swallowed every inch of his cock.

She sat still for a moment, as if savoring the new sensation of being filled by him. Zel’s hands moved to her

thick waist, his fingers grasping her plump hips as he guided her slow movements. She swayed back and

forth and swiveled her hips in circles. The look on her face told him all he needed to know. She was loving

every minute of riding his cock.

Bit-by-bit Yoli’s pace quickened, as did the force of her strokes. Hands on his chest, she shifted her

weight from her knees to her feet and bounced hard on him. He was taken aback by the vision of this

luscious beauty pistoning on his cock. Those gorgeous tits bounced just inches from his face, tempting him

with their rosy peaks. Licking his lips, he leaned forward and sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth. Yoli

whimpered and pushed against him. A smile played upon her pouting lips.

“What?” Zel’s curiosity got the best of him.

Yoli didn’t bother stopping her wild ride. Grinning playfully, she replied, “You’re the first man I’m not

afraid of breaking.”

Zel laughed and snapped his hips a few times, meeting her downward strokes. Her wet pussy lips

smashed against his pelvis with every down stroke and sometimes she ground her clit against him. Lips

returning to her breasts, Zel wrapped his arms around her and embraced her as she gyrated atop him. Yoli

cupped the back of his neck and made the most primal noises he’d ever heard.

When she slowed her pace, he glanced up questioningly. Breathless, she kissed him. “Now I want to

come with you.”

His stomach flip-flopped. “On your back.”

Yoli lifted off and fell back onto the comforter, her head pointed toward the foot of the bed. Black

waves fanned around her head and framed her beautiful face. He planted kisses on her knee, up along her

thigh and across her belly as he moved over her. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Zel slid into place, his cock

finding its home again. His fingers tangled in her hair as he thrust languidly and made love to her mouth.

Her hands roamed his back, fingernails trailing up and down his skin.

When Yoli’s hands gripped his backside, Zel understood the message. He deepened his thrusts and

moved faster, taking her with sharp strokes. Yoli rose up beneath him, meeting each pump of his hips. As

they raced toward their shared release, the fervency of their mating took on an animalistic tone. Grunting

and groaning, they kissed frantically and groped at one another. The bed shook with their exertions.

At the sound of Yoli’s changing breaths, Zel knew she was close. He finally released the grip he’d had

on his own orgasm and let the trembling sensation build in his lower belly. Yoli’s fingers tightened on his

biceps just seconds before she threw back her head and cried out. She undulated beneath him, her cunt

rhythmically clasping and releasing his cock. Zel’s final thrusts were so deep and hard he nearly fucked her

off the edge of the bed. With a growl, he came, spilling his cum into the latex reservoir as he jerked.

When Zel shifted his weight, they tumbled off the bed and landed in a tangled heap on the floor. Yoli let

out a surprised
oof
before giggling. Smiling, Zel tried to kick off the comforter and top sheet wound around

his ankle. Realizing it was a lost cause, he rolled onto his back and hauled Yoli against him. Her infectious

laughter took hold of him.

Cuddled together, they shook with amusement before settling down. Her fingers drew lazy shapes on

his abs. He caressed her silky shoulder as he allowed his mind to wander. Only Yoli’s growling stomach

could penetrate his thoughts. Amused, he glanced down at her. She smiled apologetically and shrugged.

“Room service?”

* * * * *

Curled up in the corner of the cushy couch, Yoli noshed on a rather tasty cheeseburger and sweet potato

fries. Some women would have felt self-conscious chowing down in front of the man who’d very nearly

fucked them senseless, but not Yoli. She was hungry so she was eating. End of story.

Zel sipped his green tea. “Your suite is much nicer than mine.”

Yoli swallowed her mouthful. “I danced at the owner’s sixtieth birthday party a few months ago. Sweet

guy, really lovely wife,” she added, remembering the warm couple. “Are you staying here too?”

He nodded and set aside his teacup. “The hotel is sponsoring part of the fight. We’ve got a floor to

ourselves.”

“Nifty.” She swiped a fry through ketchup. As she enjoyed the sweet orange fry, Yoli eyed Zel

curiously. “You don’t strike me as the cage-fighting type.”

Bemusement colored his features. “And what does a cage fighter look like?”

She shrugged. “I’ve always thought of cage fighters as unintelligent brutes beating the crap out of one

another. You’re neither brutish nor unintelligent—as far as I can tell,” she qualified.

There was a far-off look in his eyes before he finally replied. “Sometimes we find ourselves doing

things we never imagined.” Before she could press, Zel turned the tables. “And you? Why do you dance?”

“Because I love it.”

“Did you always want to be a burlesque performer?”

She shook her head. “I’d never even heard of burlesque before starting college. I saw this fantastic

show one night while out with some friends—and I just knew. While I finished my degree, I researched the

industry and started dancing for fun. You know, just to amuse my friends and myself. Delia, my roommate,

designed clothes on the side and helped me with some costumes. Just before I graduated, I worked up the

nerve to enter a contest. I couldn’t believe it when I won. The rest is history.”

“And your parents?” He seemed genuinely interested, not at all patronizing. “How do they feel about

your chosen profession?”

A wry smile curved her lips. “They weren’t thrilled in the beginning, especially after I’d just gone

through seven years of college for a Ph.D. And of course my dad and brothers were incredibly weirded out

when I was on the cover and the centerfold in
Playboy
.”

Zel laughed. “Yes, that would be awkward.”

“Definitely,” she agreed. “Once I started rolling in cash, my family realized I could support myself really

well and let go of all their concerns. They’re really supportive now. When Nicolas de Beauvois chose me as

the face of his fashion house, my parents were totally stoked. It’s not every day a plus-size girl gets to

represent an
haute couture
label.”

“Those were amazing ads. There’s a billboard outside my training center,” he explained.

“Ah,” she said. “That makes sense. I had a hard time imagining you flipping through
Vogue
.”

“Definitely not my type of reading material,” Zel agreed. “So what did you study in college?”

“Applied mathematics.” At the look of shock on his face, Yoli laughed. “Yes, I’m something of a math

nerd.”

“Do you still use your education?”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ve got some side projects I work on when I have the chance. Mathematics is a

solitary discipline for the most part. I can just as easily work on new theories in this hotel room as I can in a

lab on campus somewhere.”

Zel shifted on his corner of the couch, as if to better see her. “How long do you plan to do this? To

dance?”

Yoli shrugged. “No idea. I’m only twenty-eight so I’ve got some time to enjoy this. I can’t imagine

doing burlesque shows in my forties or fifties though. It’s a lot of work.”

“I can imagine.”

“And you?” Her eyebrows arched. “You can’t possibly fight like this for much longer.” She shuddered

to think what damage he’d already done.

“This is my last fight.” He sounded almost wistful. “It’s time to close this chapter of my life and move

forward.”

“And do what?”

His shoulders bobbed. “I honestly have no idea. I’m considering going to college or just taking some

time to travel.”

“I vote for traveling first. Get out and see all the things you want to see before throwing yourself into