Dare To Be Wild (16 page)

Gooey pearl necklace? What the hell?
Was she really that sexually inexperienced and naïve? She didn't dare ask. After all, Mitchell thought Quincy was a freak. Why burst his bubble now?

“On second thought, I need to fuck you first. I can't spill my cum all around your neck before feeling that hot pussy again.”

Thank you for giving me a clue,
Livia thought as her hands traveled south to check out the condition of her feminine floodplain.

“Good, because my pussy is so wet right now.”

“I know. I can smell that delicious peaches and cream of yours. I want to taste it. I want to lick your twat until you explode in my mouth.”

“Then eat me,” Livia said, boldly uttering words she'd never said before.

“How, baby? Tell me how to eat that delicious pussy of yours.”

“Lick my clit. Soft and slow first, and then faster. And then suck on it so it gets long and hard in your mouth, like your dick gets in mine,” she muttered as her hands got busy between her legs. A noise from the next room interrupted her groove and forced Livia's eyes open. She gazed around, seeing nothing, until her eyes settled on her pocketbook sitting on the desk.

Lipstick was exactly what she needed! She slipped out of bed, grabbed her purse and quickly returned to bed, pulling from her bag the cosmetic pouch that held the silver tube she was looking for. Seconds later, she was back on the phone, allowing Mitchell to wrap his horny words around her.

“…pussy tastes so…mmm…good. It's creaming up and ready for my dick. Can I put it in? Please, baby, let me put it….uh…don't you want this hard black rod inside you?”

“Yes, I want your dick inside me, but first rub the tip on my clit,” she requested, acting out her words by pressing the faux lipstick to her nib. She could hear the low buzz of the vibrator as it forced her body to go limp in order to fully enjoy the vibrations zipping through her pelvis. In her mind, it was Mitchell's cock
tenderizing her clitoris. “Mmmm…oh…mmm,” she moaned as the toy worked its magic.

Livi squeezed her ass cheeks together tensing her lower body, in an attempt to squeeze the orgasm that was bubbling beneath to the surface. “Stick it in and fuck me hard,” she gasped into the receiver.

“I got you. Oh, shit, your pussy is dripping, but my dick can feel every groove and bump as I'm rubbing up against you. When I saw you on that beach naked, my cock almost exploded. And then last night, shit your pussy is so good. In that bathroom, fucking you, I was in heaven. I want more. I have to have more. Give it to me, Quincy. Give it to me.”

Livia could hear Mitchell masturbating through the phone. His soft grunts were pushing Liv closer to her own orgasm. She pressed the lipstick closer to intensify the vibrations.

“Uh shit…uh shit…uh shit….oh yeah…oh yeah!” he screamed in her ear as he reached his climax. Livi could hear him breathing hard as his body recovered from the wake of his climax. She squeezed her ass tighter and her legs went stiff as she followed his orgasm with her own. Livia announced her pleasure break with a series of sweet “oohs” and one long, exhale as her pussy throbbed with the most intense contractions she'd ever experienced.

What the hell took me so long to discover toys
. She giggled to herself, as she luxuriated in the afterglow.

“Thank you, baby,” Mitchell whispered in her ear.

Livia couldn't help thinking that for a total stranger, Mitchell was such a charming, albeit confusing, lover. He barked out sexual orders, while confirming them with polite questions. His language was bawdy and bold, but at the same time, comforting and considerate. Liv had to admit that he made crazy, in the moment sex with a stranger not only exciting but endearing. It was like Mitchell
had been custom ordered especially for her and her now very active, fuck-it list.

“Pleasure was mine. You really are the perfect boy toy.”

“Thank you, and may I say, you really know how to take care of your toys.”

“Mitchell?”

“Yeeessss?” he replied, adding another layer to their flirty banter.

“I've had just about enough of all this talk. Tonight you're gonna have to do this all again for real.”

“Gladly. Damn, I love when that happens.”

“When what happens?” Livia asked with a coy smile on her lips.

“When what I
have
to do, and what I
want
to do come together, complete with a gorgeous, fucking bow on top,” Mitchell flirted through his yawn.

“Goodnight, Mitchell. Sweet dreams.”

“You too. Rest up cause I'm planning to literally rock your boat tonight.”

Livia giggled again as she replaced the receiver, flipped on the light, and pulled her fuck-it list from her purse. It was crinkled and worn, a look Liv loved because it meant things were getting accomplished. She picked up the pen by the phone and, for the second time today, proceeded to revise her list.

“The hell with a lame tattoo,” she said, crossing it out and overwriting it with “have phone sex.” Lena had been absolutely right; this list had become a mere jumping-off point for her and her wonderfully slutty little pussy.

Fuck It List

1. Buy and play with toys.

2. Vacation at a nude beach and go skinny-dipping.

3. Make love on a boat

4. Get a sexy tattoo

Have phone sex

5. Sex with Kiss a woman

5. TBD act of outrageous sex

Masturbate in ear shot of a perfect stranger getting off

6. Have a one night stand with a stranger

7. Have sex in a public place

8. Have
9
¹
/
₂
Weeks
sexy food play

9. Find and fuck Bobby Jeffries

10. Buy a yellow chair.

Livia sighed with accomplishment. With four months left until her fiftieth, she'd already checked off half of her list, and tomorrow making love on a boat would be a done deal too. Progress. You gotta love it!

“A
nd that's what happened,” Jasi explained to Lena and Aleesa over cocktails at Lena's Manhattan apartment. “She freaked out because I set her up with the bartender.” Jasi took a sip of her coffee and watched their faces, trying to discern if they'd been told the whole story.

“Yeah, Livia told us all about the Fox, but she never mentioned that you two weren't speaking,” Aleesa said.

“I can't believe she's still so pissed about it that she's not talking to you. Give her time. You know how conservative our little cupcake girl is,” Lena added.

You don't know the half of it,
Jasi thought, but kept to herself. Conservative yes, but not a snitch. Jasi snuck out a sigh of relief. It was apparent that Livia had not said a word about what she'd seen to even their closest of friends. Though she'd proven herself to be a homophobic prude, at least Livia wasn't a big mouth as well.

“The thing is, I didn't set her up with a stranger. I've known the bartender for years. She was in very safe hands. Julian wouldn't do anything to harm Livia or anyone else.”

“So tell her,” Lena suggested.

“I can't. She won't talk to me.”

“You'll work it out. I'll bet by the time her birthday rolls around you two will be BFF's again,” Aleesa remarked.

“And where have you been hiding anyway?” Lena probed, changing the subject. “I haven't seen you since Liv's party. What's up
with you and Todd, or have you moved on to the next Studly Do-Right who's caught your eye?”

“I've been caught up with a new…project. Todd and I are still hanging, but just barely. He's never around. He's always on the road chasing some ball, and it's taking its toll. Oh well.”

“Girl, you're never going to settle down with one man,” Aleesa remarked. “Though you should try it; you might discover that you like domestic bliss.”

“Okay, Harolyn! You sound like my mom. It's killing her that her only child isn't married and pumping out the big family she could never have. She really thought Todd was going to finally be the one to give her some grandchildren.”

“Excuse me. Has the woman ever met you?” Lena joked. “You're not the type to settle down with any one man.”

“No shit,” Jasi said with a smirk. Despite her grin, Lena's comment caused a shimmy in Jasi's stomach. Lena had no idea how accurate her comment was, but for the wrong reasons. It had been clear for years now that Jas could never settle down with any man, but the thought of becoming a one-woman, woman, was starting to have great appeal.

“Do you even want kids? I never heard you talk about them,” Aleesa probed.

“Maybe. I don't know…with the right partner.”

“And what would he look like?” Lena quipped.

Belinda Rodriquez! The hottest, sexiest, most incredible woman and piece of ass I've ever experienced in my life!
Jasi wanted to scream out to her friends. Just like any person, man or woman, who was falling in love, she wanted to shout it from the mountaintop and share with the world her sense of newfound joy. But she couldn't. Or wouldn't because she was in love with a woman and despite the fact that they were all living in the twenty-first century, there
were plenty of people in her life who had yet to cross over into modern day thinking. If Livia so vehemently disapproved, there was a chance that these two might feel the same way. And honestly, Jasi was afraid that the more people who knew, the greater the risk that her parents and employer would find out.

“God only knows,” Jasi said, “but we need to get on with this. I've got another meeting at seven.” As much as she loved her friends, it was Saturday, and she had an extremely hot chick waiting for her at home.

“You're still okay with going in on her gift, even though you two are
momentarily
on the outs,” Aleesa asked, stressing the temporary. Lees was sure the two would eventually talk and patch things up between them. They were too good of friends not to.

“Yeah, I'm down.”

“So any suggestions?” Lena asked, filling both of their glasses with more wine. “After all she's been through, it's got to be something memorable.”

“I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with something unique, but I got zilch,” Aleesa admitted.

“I was going to suggest we chip in on a trip, but now that seems very ‘been there done that,'” Jasi told them.

“Yeah, well hopefully, she's in St. Bart's doing the wild thing and checking off that list of hers.”

“Come on, Lena, do you really think she's getting much accomplished?” Jasi asked. “I mean, she may want to, but based on what I've seen, it ain't gonna happen.”

“OMIGOD! Of course! The fuck-it list! Let's give her something off the list,” Aleesa said, her excitement causing her to jump up. “Let's get her the yellow chair. Who the hell knows what that's about, but it's something she wants, for some kind of crazy, sexual perversion.”

“Wait, you might be on to something. But forget the chair, who was that guy on her list? Bobby somebody,” Lena asked.

“Oh yeah. Her high school boyfriend. She said they were in love but never had sex because they weren't married. I guess she wants to see what she missed,” Jasi offered.

“OMIGOD, Bobby Jeffries!” Aleesa screamed, dancing around the table. “This is perfect. We fly him in for her birthday and Livia, if she so desires, can take it from there.”

“Whoa! Hold up. I already tried providing live bait. You see how far it got me. We're not speaking,” Jasi replied.

“So, we don't go quite so far,” Lena said, buying into the idea

“We're merely creating the opportunity,” Aleesa added. “What she does with it is her business.”

“Exactly, which will help us avoid catching her ire like you did,” Lena added.

“Alright, but if she pops off, you two are taking the heat on this one,” Jasi said, still not convinced.

“Agreed. All right, so how do we find him?” Aleesa asked. “We know he lived in Essex County and went to Regional High School.”

“Google him,” Lena said, pulling out her iPad.

“LinkedIn,” Jasi suggested, pulling out her Smartphone.

“Okay, you two find him, and I'll figure out what to do with him,” Aleesa said.

“And find out where you can rent a DeLorean while you're at it,” Lena joked.

“What the hell?” Jasi asked, trying to connect Lena's request to the task at hand.

“Oh, I get it,” Aleesa laughed. “Happy birthday, cousin. We're about to take you back to the future.”

“What does your gut say?” Aleesa asked, hugging the phone to her ear as she whipped the potatoes for Walt's dinner.

“To go for it,” Livia informed her. “I'm probably over analyzing this. The thing is, I do feel comfortable and safe with Mitchell, but instead of feeling secure, it kind of scares me. I'm sure Natalee Holloway also felt comfortable with that crazy guy,” Livia revealed as sat on the lobby sofa waiting for her date. It was bad enough she'd been caught in a lie of sorts regarding her hotel, she didn't want to risk him trying to call Quincy Charles's room again, only to learn that there was no such person registered.

“I see your point. You did say that it's a party, right?”

“Yes. He's here with friends for a week-long bachelor party.”

“But your instincts say he's a good guy?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, give me all of the information you have about the party. Do you know the name of the yacht?”

“
The Contessa
.”

“Okay, when you get to the marina, text me all of the particulars. Then call your room and leave a message with all of the information about where you are and who you are with. This way, if something goes down, which I'm sure it won't, you've left a bounty of clues.”