Page 6 of Red Queen
An old friend’s name pops up on my phone as I hear the familiar sound blare up.
“Hey, Ro, it’s Trina. I have a job for you, but it’s super urgent. Got a minute?”
“Hey! Sure. Spill it!” I answer excitedly. I need to work more. I need to get my mind off how water was soaking his shirt and the way it clung to his body and… No.
“Next Sunday. Monaco after party. The event planner had some family issues come up. Everything is done, you just need to make sure it goes well. Just in case.”
TheMonaco after party? Count me in, baby. Anytime.
“Hell yes! Of course I’ll do it. But that sounds a little weird. Didn’t they have a backup planner? Or a partner? Anyone else?” I’m not trying to miss out on this opportunity but I’m sure they weren’t so stupid as not to have a backup person.
“They did. Ivy, I think? She’s in charge, but I asked them to include you, too. Now you’re the backup.”
“Ah, alright. That sounds better. Why me, though? We haven’t talked in a while. I’m surprised you still have my number.” I chuckle. We grew apart after university. She got pregnant and lived life to the fullest in a small town far away from here. I’m so glad she achieved what she wanted.
“I never forget, remember? I owed you. That trial, you saved me.”
“Trina, that was years ago, dummy. But thank you. I’ll happily take it. Hey, now that I got you on the phone. Wanna meet up for a coffee?”
“Coffee? That’s boring. Let’s do wine. You still in Miami, right?” Wine date before lunch? Count me in.
“Yeah, still. And I’m in. Tomorrow?”
“Either 11 AM or 9:30 PM. You choose.”
“What the hell are you doing all day? My god. Alright, let’s do 11,” I answer. She’s one busy woman.
“Yes, ma’am. See you tomorrow.” She’s a little crazy, have I mentioned that?
After we hang up, she texts me a message with details about the after-party. I quickly write an email, asking them to schedule an online meeting so that we can go over the plans. I go back to work, making calls for the Mallorca wedding and a restaurant party in Monaco, which happens to be this Friday.
I got a call from a woman named Delilah, she’s about to take over her family’s restaurant and wants to plan a party for that. I felt a little bad for her, since I think that party should be planned by her family, not herself, so I promised her to make it fabulous. I think a grand opening is okay to celebrate publicly, but your daughter taking over your restaurant? I would make that private.
After what feels like hours, my eyes start to hurt from looking at the screen all day. My thoughts start to wander to Mateo again, thinking about his muscles, how well sculpted he is, and it’s not long before I grab my book from the nightstand.
Last time, I had to put it down before the smutty part, so it’s time I continue. I close the blinds, switch off the lights, but leave the one next to the bed on. I put my hair up in a bun and pull my pants and panties down. I pull the cover up and get comfortable before opening the book, and continue reading.
This is a slow burn, and I just reached the scene where they first have sex. Or make love, actually. They’re so right for each other, it hurts. They begin to kiss and strip each other down. He lifts her up from the couch and carries her to the bedroom, gently putting her down on the bed.
Then, he starts to have fun trailing kisses from her mouth, to her collarbone, and thoroughly exploring her hardened nipples to tease her, and down her stomach. He stops there, sits up and grabs a silk tie, and ties her to the bed.
I wet my fingers with my saliva and begin to rub my clit. I’m not too wet, but a good book can do wonders. After she’s tied, he slowly inches forward with his hips and teases his cock on her lips. The girl gets impatient and starts to suck on it. He likes it so much that he begins to pound her mouth, but he almost blows, so he suddenly stops and asks her about her grandma.
Kind of funny, but totally understandable. After he made sure the threat went away, he continued his kisses downtown,and when he realized how wet she already was, he didn’t wait any longer and began to feast on her like a starved animal.
I start to imagine how that would feel. One hand on my hard nipples, with teasing and playing motions, his other hand fingering me, while his tongue constantly pesters my swollen clit, his stubble scratching my folds, intensifying the growing sensation between my thighs.
I slide a finger inside my pussy, but it’s drier than I thought it would be. I’m not turned on? Weird. Do I need to start watching porn videos again? Really?
For these kinds of emergencies, I have Dave, a pink, vibrating friend. I get up, grab it from my suitcase, and get comfortable on the bed again. I turn it on, and it starts buzzing, making me more turned on. I go back to my little vision, and I start to imagine how it would feel like to be tied up right now.
Mateo’s smirking face pops up in the back of my mind once again, and once I acknowledge it, I can’t focus on anything else. I continue to fantasize, now about him, how his cock would feel in my pussy. I’m so lost in thought, I almost can’t hear my phone ringing. I really want to ignore it, but it just keeps on ringing.Fuck me. Seriously.
“Hello?” I answer the phone after I turned off my dear David.
“Hi, darling! How are you doing, my dear?” Oh my god. It’s my mom. Calling me at the best time, as always.
“I’m okay, Mamá. I worked all day and I was doing some… yoga.” No need to mention that I was trying to have an orgasm.
