so I can get you in bed and fuck your brains out."
I snicker.
She
gasps in mock offense and turns her back to me. I press myself up against her
back, my hard-on fitting nicely between her beautiful ass cheeks. I wrap my
arms around her waist and nip at her earlobe.
"Or
I could just take you in here?" I rasp, rubbing my cock against her ass
crack.
"As
much as I would like that, that water is already getting cold, and I still need
to wash my hair," she murmurs, her hand coming up to pat the side of my
face.
"Fine,"
I huff and back off.
We
quickly wash our hair, rinse, and get out. We dry off and wrap our towels
around ourselves before heading out of the bathroom. Nicole sits down on the
edge of the bed, sighing heavily. She seems to be thinking hard about
something.
"You
okay?" I ask, sitting down next to her.
"I'm
thirty and just got into a fist fight." She shakes her head. "I feel
trashy."
I
bark out a laugh. "Nikki, she started it. What were you supposed to do?
Let her hit you and not hit her back?"
"Ugh!
I don't know! Grown women should not be fist fighting! It's so immature!"
"Men
do it all of the time." I shrug.
She
rolls her eyes at me. "Exactly... men – who are perpetually immature
- do it all of the time."
I
laugh and pat her thigh. "You were just sticking up for yourself; there is
nothing wrong with that."
She
nods. "I guess."
I
stand and scoop her up. She giggles as I toss her higher onto the bed. I lose
my towel and crawl up the bed toward her, snatching her towel away from her and
dropping my naked body against hers. I kiss her a couple of times.
"So
you think that I'm one of those immature men?" I murmur, my lips brushing
hers.
"If
I say yes?" she teases, her eyes dancing in delight.
"Then
I'm going to spend the next couple of hours showing you just how ‘mature’ I
am," I growl, grinding my erection against her clit.
Her
eyes flutter closed. "Mmm, then yes, you are very immature." She
moans with a small teasing smile on her lips.
I
capture her lips, wiping that little smile off her face. I do just as I said
and spend the next couple of hours showing her how mature of a man I am.
~Nicole~
It's
our first night off since the tour started a month ago. And when I say night
off, I mean that there is no concert tonight and we're not traveling. In fact,
we’re in Miami, Florida. We actually got here a day early, that's why we have
the night off. So Ace and I are going out for our public date at some fancy shmancy
restaurant that is frequently visited by celebs and is crawling with paparazzi.
I
put on the black cocktail dress that I have. It's simple, yet really pretty and
not slutty. It has a scoop neck with black lace overlay. The top half of the
dress is fitted and stops just above my waist. The bottom half is an A-line
skirt that stops mid-thigh. I wear a pair of black peep toe pumps, curl my
hair, do my make-up, and I'm ready to go. Ace knocks on my hotel room door just
as I'm finishing up my mascara. I grab my red clutch purse and head for the
door.
I
open it and am momentarily stunned by the gorgeous man standing on the other
side. Ace is wearing a gray suit with a dark blue dress shirt. The top button
of his shirt is undone and he's not wearing a tie. Doesn't matter, he doesn't
need it. He still looks spectacular. His brown hair is brushed back and
slightly to the side. His goatee has been trimmed and the rest of his face is
clean-shaven. I've never seen him look so handsome before.
He
smiles knowingly. "Like what you see?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
I
nod. "Yes, very much," I reply honestly.
His
smile widens and he says, "I like what I see, too," then makes a show
of looking me up and down.
I
blush slightly and give him a nervous smile. I don't know why I'm nervous,
we've been sleeping together for almost two months now. But this is
I snicker.
She
gasps in mock offense and turns her back to me. I press myself up against her
back, my hard-on fitting nicely between her beautiful ass cheeks. I wrap my
arms around her waist and nip at her earlobe.
"Or
I could just take you in here?" I rasp, rubbing my cock against her ass
crack.
"As
much as I would like that, that water is already getting cold, and I still need
to wash my hair," she murmurs, her hand coming up to pat the side of my
face.
"Fine,"
I huff and back off.
We
quickly wash our hair, rinse, and get out. We dry off and wrap our towels
around ourselves before heading out of the bathroom. Nicole sits down on the
edge of the bed, sighing heavily. She seems to be thinking hard about
something.
"You
okay?" I ask, sitting down next to her.
"I'm
thirty and just got into a fist fight." She shakes her head. "I feel
trashy."
I
bark out a laugh. "Nikki, she started it. What were you supposed to do?
Let her hit you and not hit her back?"
"Ugh!
I don't know! Grown women should not be fist fighting! It's so immature!"
"Men
do it all of the time." I shrug.
She
rolls her eyes at me. "Exactly... men – who are perpetually immature
- do it all of the time."
I
laugh and pat her thigh. "You were just sticking up for yourself; there is
nothing wrong with that."
She
nods. "I guess."
I
stand and scoop her up. She giggles as I toss her higher onto the bed. I lose
my towel and crawl up the bed toward her, snatching her towel away from her and
dropping my naked body against hers. I kiss her a couple of times.
"So
you think that I'm one of those immature men?" I murmur, my lips brushing
hers.
"If
I say yes?" she teases, her eyes dancing in delight.
"Then
I'm going to spend the next couple of hours showing you just how ‘mature’ I
am," I growl, grinding my erection against her clit.
Her
eyes flutter closed. "Mmm, then yes, you are very immature." She
moans with a small teasing smile on her lips.
I
capture her lips, wiping that little smile off her face. I do just as I said
and spend the next couple of hours showing her how mature of a man I am.
~Nicole~
It's
our first night off since the tour started a month ago. And when I say night
off, I mean that there is no concert tonight and we're not traveling. In fact,
we’re in Miami, Florida. We actually got here a day early, that's why we have
the night off. So Ace and I are going out for our public date at some fancy shmancy
restaurant that is frequently visited by celebs and is crawling with paparazzi.
I
put on the black cocktail dress that I have. It's simple, yet really pretty and
not slutty. It has a scoop neck with black lace overlay. The top half of the
dress is fitted and stops just above my waist. The bottom half is an A-line
skirt that stops mid-thigh. I wear a pair of black peep toe pumps, curl my
hair, do my make-up, and I'm ready to go. Ace knocks on my hotel room door just
as I'm finishing up my mascara. I grab my red clutch purse and head for the
door.
I
open it and am momentarily stunned by the gorgeous man standing on the other
side. Ace is wearing a gray suit with a dark blue dress shirt. The top button
of his shirt is undone and he's not wearing a tie. Doesn't matter, he doesn't
need it. He still looks spectacular. His brown hair is brushed back and
slightly to the side. His goatee has been trimmed and the rest of his face is
clean-shaven. I've never seen him look so handsome before.
He
smiles knowingly. "Like what you see?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
I
nod. "Yes, very much," I reply honestly.
His
smile widens and he says, "I like what I see, too," then makes a show
of looking me up and down.
I
blush slightly and give him a nervous smile. I don't know why I'm nervous,
we've been sleeping together for almost two months now. But this is
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