He gives me a huge, white-toothed smile and leads me to our room.
The room is exactly—and I mean, down to the tiniest detail—as I scripted. Plush duvet on the bed. Rose petals sprinkled across the floor. Champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket. Chocolate-covered strawberries on a glass platter, arranged in the shape of a heart.
“It’s perfect, Cush. It’s exactly how I always imagined it. How did you know?”
“It’s how I always pictured it too,” he says sweetly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a proper thank you kiss.
He unzips the back of my dress while we’re kissing.
“Wait!” I say.
“Why?” he says, looking confused.
I smile big. “Cuz I have something on under the dress that I want you to see all at once. Did you ever imagine what I might be wearing?”
He laughs and gives me his naughty Cushman grin. “I’m pretty sure I pictured you naked.”
I roll my eyes at him and laugh. I’m not feeling the least bit nervous, and I’m so glad we did it last night. What the heck, I’m even going to use the line I scripted for this night.
“Why don’t you pour us some champagne while I slip into something more comfortable?”
I run into the bathroom, strip off my dress, put on the garter, and glide the stockings over my legs, being careful not to run them. Then I throw one of the hotel robes on. I hear the champagne pop, check my hair in the mirror, and make my grand entrance.
He looks a little disappointed. “I gotta be honest. Can’t say I ever pictured you in a white bathrobe.”
I give him my most seductive smile and slowly untie the robe. Let it fall open. His frown turns into a grin as I let the robe slide off my arms.
“That’s fucking hot.” He takes two steps closer to me, hands me a glass of champagne, then sits back on the bed. “Can I just sit here and stare?”
“It’s not naked. Do you still like it?” I’m feeling bold, so I don’t wait for his answer. I put my heel up on the bed next to him.
He glides his hand down the silky hose.
“Undo it,” I boss.
He unclips the hose from the garter and slowly rolls the stocking down my leg. Then he kisses his way back up, sending shivers of excitement up my spine.
“The other one.” I put my other foot on the bed.
“This is so hot. No girl has ever dressed up for me before.”
“They’ve never had the chance,” I laugh. “But I’m glad you like it.”
“I’ll show you how much I like it.”
He sets his champagne on the desk, grabs me, and dives onto the bed.
Sunday, May 22nd
Body shots!
11:30pm
“I still keep thinking about last night,” Cush tells me.
I snuggle up closer to him on the couch. “What do you think about tonight?”
He looks around the party taking place at his house. “We did good. Everyone we invited tonight is pretty cool. It’s a good mix of people, I think.”
“And there’s no drama.”
“That’s because Vanessa isn’t here causing any. No one is trying to hookup with anyone’s boyfriend. No one is crying because Vanessa made fun of them. RiAnne isn’t mad at Vanessa. There’s only twenty people instead of a hundred, and your boyfriend isn’t puking in the bathroom. Sander was always such a mess at parties.”
“Yeah, that probably is why.” I grab the front of his shirt and pull him straight to my lips. After I give him a juicy kiss, I say, “Speaking of a mess. I think it’s time we get messy. Really get this party started.”
I pull him up off the couch, drag him over to the long bar, and yell out, “Body shots!”
He picks me up and sets me on the bar, pours himself a shot of Patron, then grabs a lime and some salt.
He’s supposed to lick up my neck, but instead he pulls my shirt off. Everyone screams like I’d just stripped naked even though I’m wearing a bikini underneath.
Cush carefully balances the Patron shot in my cleavage. Then he slowly and deliciously runs his tongue across my stomach.
It tickles and makes me laugh, but it also seriously turns me on. Probably because my mind flashes back to some of the places his tongue was last night.
He sprinkles salt on my stomach and puts a wedge of lime in my mouth.
“Crank the music up, Alex,” he yells.
Alex is sitting by the sound system’s controls. He eyes the stack of equipment, finds the right knob, and turns it up to we’re-going-to-be-deaf-when-we’re-old volume.
Cush does a goofy little strip tease dance and pulls off his shirt.
It’s hard for me not to stare at him. Lately I’ve been seeing the adorable, sweet, sexy, loving side of him, but there’s no denying that the boy has a hot body.
Everyone starts chanting, “Cush, Cush!”
He grabs my waist, licks the salt off my stomach, and flashes me a big grin. Then he buries his face in my cleavage, maneuvers the shot glass into his mouth, and tips it back.
He dramatically slams the empty shot glass on the bar, and then kisses me to get the lime.
He sucks on the lime, throws it into the sink, then kisses me again.