Chapter 5

The morning had arrived. Jordan woke up, “I have to go to my room for a while, call my--”

He nodded, “I’ll see you around noon, I made reservations for lunch, and later, I scheduled a private boat ride.”

She smiled, “Look at you.”

“Trying to make it a weekend you’ll never forget.” She kissed him and left.

As she walked down the hall, she spoke briefly with Dave. The usual banter. She could barely hear him. He was out driving on a golf cart.

She got to her floor, and Rodrigo appeared. She saw him leaving a room down the hall. He approached her, “When do I get a whole weekend?”

She smiled, “Atlanta?”

“Mi morenita, that was just a night.”

She opened her door. He followed her inside. “What about your girlfriend? You know the same stuff you do with me; you can do with her.”

“I know, but she still won’t be you. She won’t move like you, smell like you, feel like you, or taste like you.”

She looked into his eyes, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him in. Her tongue found him and they kissed rapidly, just like that first time in Atlanta.

She stopped, “I only have a few hours. If I kiss it and let you wet it one more time. Can you just give me this time and I swear, I’ll give you a weekend, just us, anywhere you want to go.”

“You promise.”

She grinned and traveled down and filled her mouth with him. His hands-on her head, the slurping sounds, and she played with his balls. His toes curled and he moaned. He tapped out. She stood and said, “You wanna feel me, papi?”

“Si, mami.” He lifted her and entered. She held on tightly as he bounced her up and down. He paused and started kissing her mouth and breasts. He let her down. And for the first time, he turned her around and entered from behind.

Her hands were on the wall, his on hers as he thrust powerfully while kissing her back. As her leg began to tremble, he reached down and lifted her right leg and continued, while she cried out his name. He finished. She turned to him. He kissed her mouth. She looked into his eyes, “I’ll give you a weekend.” She kissed him again before watching him leave.

Jordan stood in the shower. She laughed out loud. She had not had sex in months, and within the past week, she was running into dick everywhere she turned.

And not just any old dick, some A1 premium dick attached to two decent men.

Maybe Montell was right, she wanted more than just convenience, but if she had to choose, who would it be?

She smiled and exfoliated.

After her shower, she looked at outfits when she received a text from Montell, “Wear the off-the-shoulder blue one.”

She smiled, picked it up off the bed, and slipped into it. She wore her hair curly and had a small bag and shades to match.

She opened the door and he was there wearing nice khaki shorts and a polo shirt, “You look beautiful, baby.”

After dinner and walking, they arrived at the docks and boarded a small yacht. The captain spoke over a mini sound system and his wife handed Montell and Jordan a glass of champagne and showed them around the vessel.

As they sailed, they saw a boating community, where people lived on the water. They saw celebrity houses, and people hanging out drinking. She rubbed her arms. He stood behind her and wrapped his around her, “Let me keep you warm, he said and she turned to kiss him.

He walked around the rear of the boat and motioned for her to follow, so they could be alone. He lifted her chin, and their lips touched, his hands caressed her. He looked into her eyes, she shook her head, “Really Montell?”