Throttled (Dirty Air 1)

Noah

Maya tells her brother she wants to sleep over at Sophie’s suite tonight. But in reality, we planned an all-nighter together after her Tequila Talks vlog, lying naked in the hotel bed.

“You know I don’t want to get with Adriana Lima, right? I needed to say a name.”

She sighs. Not exactly the reaction I want.

“Yeah. But you’ve been with models like her. That’s a lot to compete with when I’m nothing like those girls.”

My bad decisions rear their ugly heads again. Except this time, I want to banish them forever, no longer proud of my shitty past. Pack them away in a cardboard box along with my bad memories.

“Have you googled me?” I roll on top of her. My hand softly grips her chin, stroking her soft skin.

“Maybe. I was curious.” Her eyes look up toward the ceiling.

“Google will be the death of me. Don’t look at that shit. It’s not worth your time or energy when people spin stories to make money.” My lips softly peck at her cheeks between words. “You’re. The. Most. Lovely. Woman. To. Me.”

She giggles at all of the kisses I plant on her face. My lips find hers, my tongue caressing her closed lips, wanting access. I fucking hate when she closes herself off. I slide my hands down her body, wanting her to respond to me. My hands stroke the entrance of her pussy and tease her into giving me what I want.

She moans when I dip a finger inside of her, my dick stirring at her arousal. I deepen the kiss, wanting to show her how I crave and want her. Desire and desper

ation swirl inside of me. My knee pushes her legs apart and I roll my hard cock against her center. Her groan makes my cock pulse against her smooth skin, her arousal coating my dick as I grind into her. Lust makes my head cloudy, but I need to prove my point.

“I really like you, Maya. I want to spend every day with you, both in here and out there once you let me. Will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

The way she smiles at me makes my heart skip and my dick ache. She pulls me down for another kiss that speaks volumes because who the hell needs words when their body does the talking?

I struggle to stay awake at the sponsor event, another gala where lots of old men open their big wallets. A dime a dozen around here. With age comes less willingness to attend these events, wanting to ditch the moment I arrive because I have no interest in kissing ass. Not to mention how I can’t even have my girlfriend by my side since she hangs out with Santi.

So I do what any horny male would do. I text Maya to meet me in the empty ballroom next door.

She shows up ten minutes later, the darkness of the ballroom cloaking her as she stands near the double-door entrance. Low lighting makes her shape undistinguishable.

“Do you have a public fetish I should be worried about? This is becoming a common occurrence for us.” Her voice sounds low and husky.

“Why don’t you come over and find out.”

She strolls toward me, moving around piles of stacked chairs and empty tables spread throughout the room. My lungs welcome the scent of her shampoo mixed with a light floral perfume. I could get high off the smell of her alone.

She tugs on my bow tie, loosening it.

“I love seeing you in a tux. It’s one of my favorite things.”

I can wear a tux every day if it makes her happy. “I love seeing you naked. But this will have to do for now.” I hiss when I tug up the hem of her lace dress. “You’re not wearing underwear? This whole time?”

She replies with a breathy laugh.

I bite down on my lip. “Fuck me. You can’t do stuff like that. If I had known…”

She shuts me up by kissing me. Lazy, slow. Tantalizingly sweet—so fitting for her. Her hands run down my chest before they land on my belt. Her hoarse voice whispers in my ear, my spine tingling at her boldness. “We don’t need this right now.”

Our heavy breathing echoes off the walls, mixed with my groan as the belt’s metal buckle hits the floor. Maya undoes my zipper slowly. My cock stands to attention with pre-cum seeping from the tip. She pulls my dick out of my pants, her thumb brushing against the pearly drop.

I groan. “Shit.”

“Sh. You’re too loud,” she says before stepping away and pulling a condom from her purse.

Her preparedness makes me smile. “Thought you’d get lucky tonight?”