Dare To Be Wild (14 page)

“Don't do that,” Mitchell said, his request wrapped in an enticing whine.

“Do what?” Livia asked, confused but curious.

“Bite your lip like that. I find it sexy and damn near irresistible. You have beautiful lips. Very kissable lips.”

Livia smiled into her glass while looking at him over the rim. “Thank you,” she said, after taking a nerve-quenching sip from her drink.
And so, hot damn, do you!

The two sat in companionable silence, enjoying their cocktails and the twinkling night sky as they each deliberated their next move. Mitchell was reluctant to push much harder, afraid of going too far and putting a damper on Livia's smoldering interest. He'd made his desires known. It was time to sit back and let her make the next move.

“Mitchell, did I thank you for rescuing me on the beach?” Livia asked, making a decision and putting the rest of the evening in motion.

“Yes, between the oohs and ouches, I believe you did.”

“But you deserve more,” Livi said, before leaning in and surprising him with a quick touch of her lips. “Remind me to properly thank you when I get back from the ladies' room.”

An intrigued Mitchell stood and pulled out Livia's chair. As she turned to exit, her body brushed up against his. “I can't wait that long.”

Livia felt her entire body tingle as he moved in and kissed her. The moment their lips met, Livia's ego kicked into overdrive. She may have had only one lover in her life, but she was a gold medal kisser. She immediately took control, determined to lead with her strengths and give Marvelous Mitchell a taste of her own brand of sweetness.

Head-to-head, with only a breath separating them, Livia slipped
her hand between their faces and lightly explored the soft cushiness of his lips, first the top and then the bottom, with her fingertip. This simple action briefly prolonged the inevitable, allowing him to experience the delicious, split-second thrill of anticipation. In one smooth motion, she lifted her other arm and placed it behind his neck, applying gentle pressure as she tilted his lips to hers. Livia momentarily touched her mouth to his before allowing the tip of her tongue to penetrate and circle the edges of his lips. Mitchell released a throaty moan as Livi retracted her tongue and gave his lips a warm, sensuous stroke.

Slowly, she began to disengage but was stopped by the force of Mitchell's full-on kiss. His body pressed against hers as he slid his tongue between her lips and lingered as if asking for permission. Receiving no resistance, he searched her mouth until their tongues collided and began a frenetic dance.

The sound of a disapproving throat being cleared broke the spell and separated the couple. Livia giggled, a nervous response to both her usual embarrassment and uncommon audacity.

“That was quite a check you just wrote,” Mitchell said with a new huskiness to his voice.

“When I get back, I'll let you know if you can deposit it,” she replied, proud of her flirty, return quip.

Livia smiled broadly as she walked away. She could feel Mitchell's eyes on her moving tail as she floated toward the bathroom. Omigod! He was such a turn-on in every way frickin' way possible. As he'd shown on the beach, Mitchell could be a chivalrous white knight, ready and able to come to the rescue of any damsel in distress. And as he was steadily proving tonight, he was also a thoroughly desirable boy toy. Age be damned, Mitchell was turning out to be the perfect combination for a no-strings, vacation lover.

In the bathroom, Livia readjusted her curls as she gazed at
herself in the mirror. She bit her lip and smiled, trying to determine what about that move seemed to thrill Mitchell so. And then she saw. It was a tempting mix of innocence and allure. The perfect “good girl gone naughty” smirk. Liv stayed a few more minutes and practiced her new signature grin, building muscle memory in her mouth for future reference.

One more coat of lip gloss and Livia was ready to go see what the evening, and Mitchell, would bring. She headed toward the door, turned the handle, only to find him waiting on the other side.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, with an “I dare you to say no” fire in his eyes.

Livi gave him one of her practiced smiles in response, while mentally checking numbers five (one night stand with a stranger) and six (sex in a public place) off her list.

“Lock the door,” she said, not wanting to repeat Jasi's error in judgment.

Not another word was exchanged between them, as their mouths were too full of each other for conversation. Mitchell decided it was his turn to prove himself as the ultimate cougar master. His lips pressed against Livia's softly at first and then slipped down to pull her lower lip between his. He sucked her lip like he it was her clit before sticking his tongue in her mouth and giving her a preview of his hopes to come. His tongue jetted in, out, and all around, varying in speed and rhythm, and driving Livia into blissful madness. If he could do with his dick what he was doing with his tongue, Quincy was going to be a very happy vajayjay.

The sexy Buddha Bar lounge tunes piped into the restroom faded away as Mitchell's mouth burned into Livia. This kiss held none of the polite pretense of their earlier kiss. This kiss was fueled by an overwhelming hunger in search of satiation. He began
to dine on Liv's eyes, nose, cheeks and earlobes before once again devouring her mouth.

Livia's breath became short and labored as she instinctively pressed her body against his. She could feel the hardness on Mitchell's thigh and it excited her. A whimper of desire escaped her lips, giving him cause to push forward.

Mitchell's hand gave her breasts a grab and a squeeze before reaching up and pulling the orange tie around the back of her neck, releasing the bow and causing the front of Livia's halter to fall away. She stood frozen with anxiety as he stopped what he was doing to stare at her breasts. As she'd been with the Fox, Livia felt self-conscious about her bosom, waiting for Mitchell's reaction to her spectacular silicone breasts.

“You are beautiful, every bit of you,” he murmured in admiration, proving once again, that when it came down to doing the do, tits were tits, real or fake.

Mitchell lowered his head so his hands and tongue could inspect them up close and personal. He latched on, bathing her nipples in warm saliva, while simultaneously drenching her panties. He continued his erotic tongue and hand massage. Mitch nibbled and kneaded with practiced expertise until Livia announced her escalating excitement with a primitive groan. Encouraged, he lingered, pushing her breasts together and rolling both nipples gently between his teeth until Livia signaled her need to go further by arching her back and pressing her groin against him.

His hand lifted her dress far enough for his fingers to latch on to the sides of Livi's panties and release them from her hips. He used his foot to push them to the floor and kicked them away. It was Mitchell's turn to moan as his fingers reached between her legs and dipped into the well of her desire. The scent of pink boomeranged around the room, exciting them both. He used her
peaches and cream to lube up her nib and massage it into near orgasm.

“I need you inside me now,” Quincy spoke through Livia's mouth.

“My pleasure, baby.”

Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Finally a young stud with class,
she giggled to herself.

Mitchell stopped hand fucking her long enough to pull a condom from his pocket and drop his pants to the floor. Livia watched with delight as he gloved his long, caramel-colored dick in latex. Taking him into her hands, she guided Mitchell into her salivating pussy. His hands grabbed her hips and he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. Livia leaned her back against the wall as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. As his thick rod penetrated her, Quincy and Livia's breaths combined, releasing a gush of air into the room.

Together they rocked vigorously, his hands on her ass, their lips locked in a “can't help the way that I feel” kiss between strangers. Mitch's hard dick pounded the walls of her grateful pussy, awakening every sexual nerve ending in her body. After weeks of steady clit-teasing, she was primed and ready, and came almost immediately. They both could feel the powerful contractions of her pussy grab his member. Livia held the screams wanting to escape in her throat as she let herself be still and enjoy the delightful sensations running through her body.

“Yeah, baby. Let that shit go,” Mitchell encouraged her.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Livi felt her body jump as she broke out in nervous giggles. Mitchell immediately covered her mouth with his hand, smiling back at her as he continued pumping his dick into her.

“Be…right…out,” he called out.

The knowledge that only a one-inch plank of wood was keeping
her from becoming a public spectacle excited her. She could feel Quincy revving up again, pushing and pulling the blood to her clit, wanting to detonate again. She ground her pelvis into his, feeling the ridges on his head rub up against all of the nooks and crannies of her pumped-up pussy.

“I'm gonna cum, too, baby. Right now. I'm gonna cum, too.”

With his hand still covering her mouth, Mitchell and Livi bucked up against each other, increasing the friction between them to the point of no return. Finally, his body shuddered, and Mitchell held Livia so tightly against him she could hardly breathe. As he withdrew, she let her legs slide to the floor, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

“Thank you,” he said, discarding the rubber full of his spunk.

“I should be thanking you,” Liv said, feeling the seeds of awkwardness begin to bloom. All this politeness felt odd, while at the same time sweet. Never once had her ex-husband expressed gratitude for experiencing an orgasm in her presence.

Knock. Knock. Knock,
the rapid succession of knuckles on wood cut short their afterglow.

“
Just another minute,” Mitch called out while they both scurried to clean up.

Livia chuckled in response as she scooted across the floor to retrieve her panties. Suddenly feeling shy, she tried to ignore the Mitchell in the room as she tied her halter straps around her neck, and fluffed out her blonde halo of curls.

“They're standing outside. They're going to know,” she said, turning to face this now familiar stranger and trying not to sound panicked.

“Probably, but who gives a fuck?” he said, giving her a big, conspiratorial smile.

“You're right. Who gives a fuck?” she repeated, thinking that Jasi would be so proud of her right now.

“Ready?” he asked, his face wearing an amused grin as he reached for the knob.

Livia nodded and took a nervous inhale. Mitch opened the door and without making any eye contact, she walked past the same woman who had caught them kissing.

“Get a room,” the woman hissed as they walked by.

“And what fun would that be?” was Mitchell's cheeky response.

Livia remained silent as she continued walking. She was such a jumble of divergent emotions. Exhilaration and confusion rushed through her head at once. Within the secret confines of the bathroom, the thrill of doing the forbidden had left her feeling sexy and liberated. But now, steps away from the restroom door, Liv felt the heat of embarrassment and second guessing burning away her excitement.

What exactly was the proper etiquette when it came to boinking a stranger in a public bathroom? What did Mitchell think of her now? And should she even care? Now that they'd done the deed, and both had gotten from the other what they wanted, what would they talk about? Just like at Jessebelle's, once the moment ended, Livia was back to feeling uncertain and embarrassed about who she was and what she'd done.

Mitchell and Livia sat back at the table and both downed their drinks—much needed refreshment after such an energetic workout. Mitchell took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. Livia allowed herself to become reacquainted with the feel of holding hands with a man. It felt so good it scared her, causing her to slowly pull her hand away. It felt right but for all the wrong reasons.

The silence between them while easy, was also nerve-wracking.
Conversation was called for, but honestly, the less she knew about him and vice versa, the better. It was what it was—an intimate meeting between strangers, and that was all it was supposed to be.

“Mitchell, I think I'm going to take a rain check on dinner,” Livia said, still feeling awkward about her wanton ways, and thrown by the post-coital handholding. Mitchell had fulfilled his mission as her give into the moment, one-night stand. It was time to say goodbye. “My ankle is kind of bothering me.”

“Really?” he said, his disappointment broadcasting through his eyes. After such an exhilarating appetizer, Mitchell was ready for a full-course meal. “But I haven't even tasted your peaches and cream, and you haven't had the full-on experience of my pudding pop,” he joked with a nearly straight face.

The absurdity of his description caused a cascade of nerve-melting laughter from Livia. “No grown, self-respecting man should ever utter the words,
pudding pop,
when referring to himself,” she said between chuckles.

“You're right, and I usually wouldn't, but I'm just so upset. True, I don't know you well, but I would have never figured you for the screw 'em-and-run type, Ms. Quincy Charles. I'm hurt and feel terribly used,” Mitchell told her, feigning anguish and dismay.

Livi smiled. His theatrics were amusing and effective. She could feel her resolve begin to wane. “I'm sorry. I certainly didn't mean to make you feel used.”

“Well, you can make it up to me, by answering no to the following three questions.”

“I can't wait to hear these,” she said between giggles.

“Number one: do you have plans for tomorrow night?”

“Uh…no.”

“Excellent. Number two: do you get seasick?”