Chapter 10: Serena
I yawned and slowly opened my eyes, giving my brain a moment to register where I was and who I was with. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. I was at Club D. In an executive suite. Denny’s suite. With Denny. I smiled as the memories of the night before drifting through the fog.
The morning sun was beaming through the French doors that opened to the third-floor balcony. I imagined that outside the thick glass birds were singing and horses were dancing in the meadows and all was right with the world. Things were pretty damn good on the inside, as well.
I woke up with Denny’s hard cock rubbing against my ass, sliding slowly up and down between my cheeks. His right arm was draped over my side and his hand was massaging my fleshy globes. He squeezed my nipple until it hurt so good. My nipple was so hard it pulsed with the beat of my heart. His lips were on my neck, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. His teeth tugged at my earlobe.
I rolled over into a morning-breath kiss that quickly made me not give a damn about morning breath. Denny’s tongue was thick, hot, wet, it swirled around my lips and dipped into my mouth to say good morning to mine. He held the kiss as he rolled on top of me and I spread my legs wide. My cunt was still sticky from the night before, but Denny didn’t mind. He kept kissing me as my hand guided his cock to my cunt, then my hands went to his ass to pull him into me.
He filled me completely. My pussy lips yawned then closed around his thick shaft. I put my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. Denny rocked into me slowly at first, then faster and faster as our breath got heavier and heavier. Morning sex never takes long. I wrapped my legs around him and arched my back as his body tensed and his thrusts became jerky. In seconds, we came together. The orgasm swept through me like a brushfire. I could feel the heat of Denny’s load shooting into me. My juices gushed forth, covering his cock and balls with a slime that only lovers found satisfying and sexy rather than icky and disgusting.
After a moment, Denny’s body went slack and I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me.
“Good morning,” he said, brushing his lips to my forehead.
I wiggled against this cock, which was shrinking slowly inside me.
“Good morning to you,” I said. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept like a baby,” he said, rubbing his nose to mine. “Even wet the bed.”
I gave him a sleepy smile and squeezed his ass until he squealed.
“I think we both wet the bed,” I said.
“True. Are you hungry?”
“I am famished.” I rolled my head to look at the clock on the nightstand. “Wow, is it really ten o’clock?”
“It is,” he said, pushing himself up on his hands. “Tell you what, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll have breakfast sent up.”
“That sounds wonderful.” I stretched out my arms and legs and groaned. “Will you join me in the shower after you order breakfast.”
He wiggled his flaccid cock against my sticky box. “What do you think?”
“I think you should tell room service to take their time.”
* * *
There was no comparison to sitting on the third-floor balcony of a hundred-year-old mansion in the fresh mountain air eating French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, while drinking the best coffee I’d ever put in my mouth. Denny said it was the most expensive coffee in the world, called Kopi Luwak, or something like that. He had it imported from Sumatra and said the amazing taste came from the coffee beans being eaten, then shitted out, by a wild cat of some kind called a civet. Amazing how he could hold a straight face when stringing such an unbelievable tale. His eyes danced as he watched me drink my third cup.
“Cat shit?” I held up my cup and licked my lips. “No way.”
“Cats eat and shit the beans,” he said, leaning into the patio table with a big smile on his face. “Just do me a favor. When you Google Kopi Luwak later, just make sure you’re near a toilet in case you get sick.”
“My family’s Hispanic,” I said, matching his smile with the cup at my lips. “You’d be surprised at the things I’ve eaten.”
“Tell me about your family,” he said, settling back and tilting his face to the morning sun. We were both naked under the thick Club D robes we wore. I could see little beads of sweat across his chest. I had to resist the urge to lick it off with my tongue. If last night was any indication of things to come, there would be plenty of time for that later.
I set the cup on the table and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Well, let’s see. I come from a big family. Six brothers, all older. I’m the only daughter and the baby of the family.”
Denny made a scary face. “Crap. Six brothers? I assume they are all super protective of their little sis?”
“You have no idea,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him. “But not as protective as my dad.”
He gave a respectful smile. “Are we a daddy’s girl?”
“We are, big time,” I said with a proud smile, though I knew my Papa would be furious with his little girl if he knew what she had done most of last night and planned to do most of the day today. In his mind, I was still six years old and just the thought of letting a man go near me was enough to send him over the edge. That’s why I never brought a boy home when I was in high school or gave Papa a clue that I dated anyone. He would kill any boy or man who dared touch me, then kidnap me and commit me to a convent if he thought he could get away with it.
“Tell me about your father,” Denny said, leaning in to rest his muscular forearms on the table. He picked up his coffee cup and held it between his hands and gazed lovingly at me through the steam.
“Well, let’s see…” I pictured my Papa’s face in my mind’s eye. He was smiling… for now. “He is a second-generation American, came here with his parents when he was just a boy to become a citizen. He’s worked the last forty years in construction, managing to keep a roof over our heads and feed me and six teenage boys.”
“He sounds like a good man,” Denny said with a smile. “I’d like to meet him someday.”
“Uh, yeah, sure, maybe…” I said, playfully rolling my eyes so he wouldn’t detect how much the thought of him actually meeting my father scared the shit out of me. I wanted to say, “My dad saw you say the pussy duh on national TV and he thinks you’re a spoiled, rich, asshole’… but I didn’t.
I knew the real Denny, or was getting to know him better by the hour. He was not that guy. Not down deep. He was a good guy. A loving guy. A guy that I felt myself falling for a little more each time I looked into his eyes.
“What about your six brothers?” he asked, still smiling, though I thought I caught the corner of his lip twitching at the thought of dating a girl with six very large, very protective, Mexican brothers.
“What about them?” I asked, one eyebrow cocked. “Are they protective of their little sister? Yes, very. Would they beat you to a pulp and bury you in three feet of concrete if you hurt me? Again, yes.”
He reached across the table with his hand open. He wiggled his fingers and mocked a serious face. “Then I’d better never hurt you then.”
I blinked at his hand for a minute, then slowly slid my fingers into his. I looked at him seriously for the first time.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.
I blinked at him. “What are we doing here, Denny?”
His fingers entangled with mine. “What are we doing?”
“Yes, what are we doing?” I took a deep breath and held his gaze. “I mean, is this just a fun weekend? A one-time thing? Just sex?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “What do you want it to be?”
I wasn’t really ready for the question, even though I had just posed it to him. My mind reeled for a minute, searching for a quick answer, but no quick answer came. So, I went with the truth.
I said, “I like you, Denny. I like you a lot. I have for a long time.”
He cocked his head at me, still smiling. I felt myself melting under his gaze. “You have?”
“Yes.”
“Why haven’t you ever said anything?”
I snorted. “What was I supposed to say? Gee, Mr. Chambers, would you like to go on a date with me when you take a break from being a billionaire playboy?”
“That would have been a start,” he said, clutching my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. “Truth? I’ve also had a bit of a crush on you, too. For a long time.”
My eyes widened. “You have?”
“I have.”
“Are you finished with your breakfast?” I asked.
His tongue slowly went around his lips.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because…”
I leaned back and opened my robe to expose my naked body to him. I cupped my breasts and gave my nipples a squeeze, then spread my legs wide enough to give him a good peek at what he’d be having for dessert.