Miranda had always thought of herself as a practical woman. But here, tonight, as she stood with her back to the cool tile of the hotel bathroom wall, she was nowhere close. How had she even gotten here? How had that smile just charmed its way straight to her heart, like cupid’s arrow, and convinced her that spending the rest of the evening with him in his hotel room was the sensible thing to do?
Randa looked into the mirror, into her own eyes, and saw her answer. What sense was practicality when things began to get so boring? For the first time in months, she saw excitement in her eyes. And something else as well. But Randa wasn’t ready to aknowledge that yet.
After she had apologized for spilling her wine on him and had worked commitedly with a napkin to try to clean his soft cashmere sweater, she had walked across the room to rejoin Kelly and some others in her party. He had watched her for a while, through the crowd, every so often meeting her eyes, smiling widely, yet all at the same time awkwardly, like he was embarassed to be looking, his face turning a deep shade of crimson, so unlike the light cream color of his skin, so opposite the cocky look in his eyes.
When Randa had seen he and Kelly chatting, she had finally found it in her knees to
approach him again, asking her friend to introduce them. “Miranda this is one of my
clients, Nick Carter. Nick, Miranda, an old friend and Sean’s Publicist.” A few moments later, Kelly was whisked away by a large black man who had called her, “Sexy”. “I’ll see you guys later.” She told the two, and disappeared into the swarm of people.
Nick didn’t really say much. He offered her some Moet which she took even though she despised Champagne. She watched him as she tilted her head back. He seemed to be contemplating something.
Nick knew that Randa and Kelly were old friends. In fact, he had heard Kelly mention her name a few times to him. But it didn’t matter to Nick. Kelly was Kelly and what they had was different than this multitude of emotion that was sweeping over him. It was stupid. How could he possibly be in love with her? He had hardly talked to her. And even though he tried to deny it, it felt as though she had his heart in a choke hold. Already. 1 hour after she had flung her drink on him.
When they had exchanged glances at the end of the evening she had simply followed him, accompanying him to his limo and then into his hotel room. The magnetism so much there, so strong that neither of them could resist. When they had gotten to his suite, Randa had excused herself to the bathroom and here she stood, wondering if all the drugs in her earlier years had seriously impaired her judgement.
And so here she was, staring at her face in the mirror, wondering and yet knowing what would happen next. She removed the cardboard cover from one of the drinking glasses and ran it under the cool tap water, taking a long gulp of the water. He was out there, breathing, walking around, humming just a bit to himself.
She was startled when she heard his light tap on the door. “Miranda.” Nick said, as he leaned his cheek against the cool wood, shutting his eyes slightly, almost as if he was laying his face against her naked chest. He had a child’s voice, so soft spoken, so nervous and shy. “Are you alright?”
And somehow, yes, she was. She drew in a deep breath, squared her small shoulders and smiled at herself. Something was alright. She opened the door. He was right there, standing so closely. Nick looked shyly down to the floor and then back up at her. His overcoat had been flung onto the bed and his sunglasses sat on the night stand. His shoes were off exposing large, pale, barefeet. Miranda would have expected them to be kind of hairy, but they weren’t. He wiggled his toes as he looked down at them, too shy to say much of anything.
Miranda could not help herself. Everything inside of her willed her to reach out her hand and stroke his face. He turned his lips to her hand and pressed his them against her exposed wrist. He felt her pulse with his mouth, the way it pounded, the way her body told her to respond to him. “Miranda.” He said again, the sound of her name on his lips like music to her ears, the way it was muffled from still pressing against her arm, the way it was so restrained.
He still had no idea what to say to her. He was tongue tied. He could not charm this woman with his playful glances or his charming words that he had learned to throw at women. No. Nick could hardly put up the effort he was so taken with her. He had no idea what to do next, but knew inside that whatever would happen would be right, as it had been the entire evening.
Nick dropped her hand tenderly, followed it with his eyes, and stared back at his feet.
Miranda watched him watching his toes. When his eyes shifted and his head moved
slightly, she followed as well. And she saw a small grin creep onto his lips, the tiniest beginnings of a dimple forming in his right cheek. He was looking at her feet now. And smiling.
“What?” She asked, surprised at the softness of her own voice. “Are you laughing at my feet?” Miranda wasn’t sure whether she was insulted or not. “What’s wrong with them?” Nick got down onto one knee and lightly put his forefinger to her big toe, tracing it from the tip of the nail all the way back to the knuckle-type bone.
“I’m not laughing at them cause they’re funny looking.” He said, now looking up at her, his voice playful but completely sincere. “I’m laughing because they’re so cute.”
Randa felt her face begin to blush. This body that was encompassed with sexiness and beauty thought her feet were cute? She smiled and showed her top teeth, perfectly
straight and immaculately white. “You think my feet are cute?” She asked him. He
nodded and she giggled. She sat down on the edge of the bed as he continued kneeling.
He lifted her foot and began to lightly massage it, starting from the middle the sole and
working his way up and down and outward, along her heel, the ball, down to her toes.
The warmth her feet were feeling spread up her leg, all through her blood, making her
cheeks flush even more. She shut her eyes, dizzily, and parted her lips a bit, sucking in air
as she slightly leaned her head back.
Nick slowly lifted her foot higher, and smiled slyly at her. “You have to know what this is
doing.” Randa told him, breathlessly.
“Then its working.” He told her, his eyes squinting just a bit. He raised her foot more,
and ran his tongue along the sole of her foot now. Normally, this would have made
Miranda laugh hysterically. What type of game was he trying to play? Yet here, in this
room where it seemed to be getting warmer and moister by the second, there was
something so intensely erotic about the way his tongue graced her foot that all she could
do was moan.
Soon, he was on top of her, moving the very same tongue that had been caressing her feet
along her neck, her ears, and finally, her lips where she devoured them starvingly. She
soaked up their dampness, as if she herself were parched. So red, so soft, so perfect.
Miranda was afraid she would go over the edge soon, the way his hands were touching her
skin, sliding underneath her clothes, running through her hair. They were both breathing
hard.
And Nick was hard. Hard as a rock. He whined a bit as he pushed his pelvis into her leg,
wanting both their clothes to magically disappear so he could be inside of her where he
was supposed to be. It was weird. He was feeling like his body was hardly his own, as if
he had no control, as it tingled and got hotter and hotter. He was afraid he may explode.
But Nick was saved.
There was a knock on the door.
*****
“How’d you know that Merlot was my favorite?” Miranda was sitting on the carpet,
enjoying a glass of a deep red wine that was already making her a bit woozy.
“I just knew.” Nick smiled and sat down next to her, grabbing her face and brushing her
cheek modestly. “I just know a lot of stuff.”
“What do you know?” Yeah, Randa was definitely on the tipsy side. Her smile was
flirtatious and extremely contagious.
“Well...” Nick’s voice was breathless. “I know that you’re beautiful.” He ran one hand
through her hair, and then touched her cheek again.
“What else?” Rand looked through her eyelashes.
“You’re smart and sweet and funny.”
Miranda grabbed his hand now. “How do you know that?” She laughed.
“Oh, I just do.” He pulled her hand to his stomach and she followed his lead, removing
his turtle neck. Her hands slid across his tummy, up his chest, to his throat. She pushed
him backward and straddled him, either knee to each of his sides.
“What else do you know?” She asked, extremely seductively, pushing down a bit and
slightly rubbing against his growing erection.
“I know I like you.” His eyes were sleepy with arousal and wine. Nick grabbed her head
and enveloped her in his kiss. “Mmm.” He continued. “I know I want you.”
She was quick to remove his pants as he was also quick to remove her dress. When
Miranda found him inside her, it was then that she realized that passion for this man had
overtaken her. There was this strange fire inside that was igniting which she wasn’t sure
could be put out, at least not by any means she was aware of. She called out his name and
he called out hers and at the end she wasn’t sure where she was, but only knew that she
was wrapped in his arms, and that was good enough for her.
Chapter 5
Pimp Daddy
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