Chapter Three -Ride of your life.
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Kyla
I have been having a lot of fun messing with Carlos the last couple of hours. I was teasing him under the table or from afar. He is struggling to handle it, which I find amusing. If he didn’t want me to continue, all he needs to do is tell me to stop, but he hasn’t. He is enjoying the attention. However, one thing is annoying me: I can’t seem to be alone with him for longer than two minutes. I have been waiting for an opportunity.
And with that thought, I spot Carlos heading inside alone.
“Do me a favour; make sure Daniel doesn’t come inside,” I tell my friends.
They nod, and I follow Carlos into the house. I don’t know where he is going. The kitchen for food or the bathroom; either way, I plan on finding him. I glance around the kitchen, but he is nowhere in sight. I made my way through the lower floor and couldn’t find him. Where did he go? There is a bathroom down here unless he has gotten lost.
I run upstairs, and as I do, I see him coming out of the bathroom. He is oblivious to being here at first.
“There is a bathroom downstairs. Why are you up here?”
He jumps a little at the sound of my voice.
“I didn’t know,” he chuckles, “Did you follow me up here?” he asks with a raised brow.
I smirked and sauntered over to him, standing as close as I possibly could get. “Yes. Problem?”
“Why? Why have you insisted on torturing me?” he groans.
I think he may be a little sexually frustrated. My bad…not. It has all been part of the plan.
“Because I wanted to get you alone. And to answer your second question, because I can.” I smirked and rested my hand on his chest.
Carlos draws in a breath, staring down at me with his dark, intense eyes—a stare which causes a shudder to run straight through me.
“Kyla, you know we can’t.” he breathes out.
I smirked and moved my lips to his ear, “No one needs to know.” I purr.
Carlos grips my hips and moans, “You are trouble.”
“I know,” I reply confidently.
I let my eyes meet his and seductively lick my lips. He mimics my movement.
“I thought you seemed like the type of man to go after what you wanted. I guess I was wrong.” I shrug.
I put a distance between us and turned to walk away. I only manage to take a couple of steps before he grabs me from behind, swings me around to face him and pushes my back to the wall. Mmm, yes, now this is what I like. I enjoy being manhandled.
“I am.” He growls.
“Prove it.” I challenge.
Carlos’s entire deminer changes. It is the best way to get under a man’s skin, telling him to prove something. I always have fun with it. Carlos grips my face roughly and crashes his lips against mine. I moan, entangling my fingers into his hair and kissing him back. Carlos presses his body hard to mine, the kiss quickly becoming heated. f**k, the man can kiss. It is enough to arouse me. I am not the only excited because I can feel his c**k grow against me. I purposely grind up against him, and he hisses into my lips.
Carlos abruptly backs away, panting, “We can’t, not here.”
“You will need to come to mine later, then, won’t you?” I smirk.
“I don’t know if it is a good idea, Kyla.” He breathes out.
“I promise it will be worth it. It will be one of the best nights of your life. My c**k sucking skills are tremendous.”
I say each word seductively and run my hand down his body, brushing it over his c**k. Carlos closes his eyes and grunts.
“Give me your number.” He says once he pulls himself together.
I slip my hand into his pocket, looking for his cell, but “accidentally” grab something else first.
“Fuck.”
I snicker and finally take his cell out. I get him to unlock it and put my number in, but I don’t put a name; instead, I use the little devil’s face and a heart. No one will know it is me.
“I am going out with my friends tonight, but if you text me with your number, I will text you when I return home, and you can come over.” I smile.
He nods. I kiss him quickly before I walk away. Carlos watched after me. I head back downstairs and outside. I smirk to myself. I did warn him I have a way of getting what I want.
“How did it go?” Melody snickers as I arrive to them.
“Good. I have a s*x date later tonight. I told him I would text him once we get back from our night out.”
“Did anything happen? And you are so bad,” Claire laughs.
“We had a little make-out session. I made him hard. Yes, I am.” I smile proudly.
My friends look at each other, shake their heads and giggle.
“The poor guy has no idea what he is for,” Melody says.
I wiggle my brows, “The ride of his life.”
The three of us laugh loudly. My friends have known me long enough to know exactly how I am. I have always been the same. I refuse to change for anyone. If someone doesn’t like me, that is their issue, not mine.
I keep my eye on the backdoor to watch for Carlos to come out. He would need to have readjust a few things first. He soon appears, and his eyes fall directly on me. I smirk and wave. Carlos chuckles and shakes his head at me before going to stand next to Daniel.
I see him take his cell out, and it looks like he is writing a text. And one soon comes through my cell.
I knew you were going to be trouble the second you spoke to me. Here is my number. I will wait for your text later xx
I am the best kind of trouble you can have, handsome. I promise it will be worth it. I don’t know when I will be home, but I will try not to be too late xx
I usually stay until the clubs close, but it will probably be too late for him to come over.
I guess I will find out for myself later. It doesn’t matter the time. I will be up late any way xx
Okay xx
I leave the conversation there and put my cell away. I haven’t decided if I will behave for the rest of the time we are yet or continue to tease. I swear, he better be a good f**k. I will be highly disappointed if a man so damn fine and is a great kisser turns out to be s**t in bed and last two seconds. It has happened before. There is nothing that frustrates me more than horrible s*x. It really isn’t that hard if you put some effort in.
I push those thoughts to my head. I am eager to find out for myself later.
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