The Ties of the Soul (The Ties Book 1)

2: What Happens in Vegas

Isabella

The door to my hotel room clicks and the reality of my actions set in. What in the actual f**k am I doing? Why did I lead this man to my room so willingly? Why did I let him in my room? I’m in deep s**t! Feelings of guilt overtake my body as I lean against the wall. Then he approaches me and smiles. God, this man, and his hazel eyes are perfect. Now that we’re out of that dark nightclub, I can fully examine him. His black hair is shoulder length and so silky. His tattoos add even more s*x appeal to this already handsome man. He’s wearing a half sleeve button up black shirt. I glimpse a few of his tattoos and see Boricua on his forearm.

“Boricua (Puerto Rican), huh,” I ask.

“Yes ma’am, I am,” he flashes his smile once again.

His teeth are perfect. I’m melting and getting wet down under.

“Soy Boricua también (I’m Puerto Rican too),” I exclaim excitedly.

What am I doing? I rarely tell strangers I’m half Puerto Rican and speak fluent Spanish.

“What? ¿Hablas Español (You speak Spanish)? With your cocoa skin, I never would’ve guessed it,” he says, surprised and still smiling at me.

“Si, hablo Español (Yes, I speak Spanish). My mom is Puerto Rican and my dad was black, so my sister and I inherited his melanin. My brother is light like my mom. The woman who rushed over when I lost my balance is my older sister, Annabelle. Just telling you, in case it wasn’t obvious we’re sisters,” I continue and hiccup.

And here I am still blabbering at the mouth. That damn tequila has me way too relaxed. However, something about Mateo makes me feel so comfortable telling him about myself. He walks up to me and takes my hands. His hazel eyes meet my gaze and he leans in to kiss my cheek. Man, it’s getting really warm in here.

“I noticed you bit your lip at the sight of my tattoo. I like that,” he winks and licks his lips.

Did I? I only do that when I’m turned on.

“And you just bit it again,” he laughs. “Tell me, precious jewel, am I doing something to you?”

His teasing tone and another flash of his smile is my undoing. “Yes sir, you are,” I answer truthfully, and he chuckles at my response.

This man is even more handsome and sexier than I thought. He leans in again and kisses my lips and his lips are softer than Maya’s skin! By now, my panties are dripping wet and my loins are burning. In my heart, I know this is wrong and I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want this more than anything.

He gets on his knees and eats me out. It feels so f*****g good. f**k! What are you doing, Isabella? This shouldn’t be happening! Goodness me, I’ve failed my marriage! I’ve destroyed my family! I don’t have a loving husband at home. Long ago I did, but now all he cares about is his work. Daniel doesn’t even make love to me anymore. It’s all about him busting a nut every night and morning. I hate my marriage isn’t full of the love and intimacy I truly desire.

Mateo looks up at me and chuckles, “Mami, relax. You have nothing to worry about. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

He smiles, winks at me, and resumes devouring my p***y. I run my fingers through his head, gripping a handful of it. Daniel has never pleasured me like this. Mateo’s right. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again after tonight, so why am I harboring on this? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I completely relax and let Mateo take me for himself.

His tongue feels amazing! I’ve never had an orgasm like the one Mateo gives me. What kind of sorcery is this? He slurps up my orgasmic juices as if he’s a dehydrated kid on a hot summer day. I protest with my marriage again, using it as a crutch to not do this, despite how badly I want this to happen. Mateo’s perfect jawline clenches with each protest. He sees right through me and radiates such dominance.

He offers to stop, but I don’t want him to. Stopping is the last thing I want him to do. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. That’s what I keep reminding myself. Mateo takes his pants and boxers off. Holy s**t, he’s got a big d**k!!! My eyes widen as I look at his erect p***s.

“Sweet Isa, please don’t be afraid. I will take it slow for you,” Mateo says.

I smile and he climbs on top of me. Man, he smells so delicious, with his sexy abs and his tattoos. A hint of spice and cinnamon creeps up my nostrils. I get lost in his body; rubbing and touching him. He lets out gentle moans. I guess he likes it. He slowly licks me from my p***y to my neck. Does this man have the secret manual to drive a woman crazy in bed?

I want him more than ever. He kisses me, but I take control. I stick my tongue in his mouth. He moans as I trace my fingers on his tattoos. He inserts himself inside me. Before I know it, I’m moaning out his name.

“Ohhh Mateo,” I moan loudly.

“Yes, Isabella,” he moans back.

God, his moans are so invigorating and make me feel so alive!!! He wraps his arms around my shoulders and gives slower, but deeper strokes. I wrap my arms around him to caress his back.

“Oh, beautiful jewel. You’re more precious than I realized.” He pulls a single coil of my hair and pins it behind my ear.

What can he possibly mean by that? Suddenly, he grabs me and swings me around. My phone rings and I look in the direction of my phone. I left it on the nightstand before meeting the girls at the club downstairs. That ringtone means Daniel is calling. f**k, my husband is trying to reach me while a handsome stranger takes me over the edge.

Mateo grabs me by my hair, forcing me to look him dead in his eyes. “Sorry, my love, but no distractions. Focus on me and me alone.”

“Okay papi,” I breathlessly whisper.

He chuckles, flashing that smile and perfect teeth at me again. He pushes his chest against mine and bounces me hard on his d**k, holding me close and moaning in my ear. I wrap my arms around his neck because he feels amazing! The way he grips my ass and bounces me is so sexy. I lock my lips with his and all I see are his gorgeous hazel eyes staring into mine. It’s as if he sees into my inner being; my soul.

He’s still holding me when he pins me against the wall. More and more slow and sweet strokes. I don’t know how much more my body can take. The pleasure is exhilarating. My phone rings again, but this time I ignore it. He said no distractions. I lock my lips with his as he cups my breasts and squeezes my body tightly with each stroke. It’s been years since someone held me like this. Another call from Daniel and annoyance flashes across Mateo’s face. He sits me down on the bed and grabs my phone to put it on Do Not Disturb.

“Now my sweet Isa, we will have no more interruptions. I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

“Oh Mateo, do what you please with me. I can’t get enough of you!”

“Me either, mami,” he moans.

Shit! I said that out loud!? I’ve never orgasmed as much as I have tonight! Have I died and gone to Heaven? Mateo let me take control and I did! And did my p***y just swallow this man’s entire length and c*m all over it? Well, I couldn’t help it. He just moaned my name over and over in my ear. What am I supposed to do after hearing that? Oh dear. Did Mateo really put my phone on DND?? Daniel will be pissed, but at this moment, I don’t even care.

I don’t know about Mateo, but I’m pretty tired after an experience like that. Plus, the effects of the tequila are wearing off. I lay down and he lays down beside me. I can’t help but smile. He caresses my cheek.

It’s about 2:30 a.m. He pulls me close to him and wraps his arms around me. Goodness me! We have a night of passion and cuddle after? This is my greatest fantasy. This has to be a dream. No, this must be heaven. He asks me more questions, but relaxation and sleep befalls me. While wrapped in his arms, I can’t stay awake long. For the first time in years, I feel safe and secure.