Bienvenido A Miami

The sun was going down by the time Mike dropped Liv off at her hotel room door. He’d found her pleasant company, witty and sharp in all the ways women who were self-assured usually are. She also had a soft side a mile wide for her sister, whom she described as a pure romantic swept up in the magic of a multi-million dollar lifestyle.

When they finished lunch, they had moved on to having coffee. And then snacks. And then she was frowning down at her phone because it was the night before her sister’s wedding and there was a rehearsal dinner to attend. She casually slipped her phone towards him with the new contacts screen open. He didn't put up a fuss at all and gladly typed his information in. She texted him so he’d have her number too and they made overtures about meeting up after the wedding. Mike’s flight was set to leave the afternoon after the wedding but perhaps he’d be able to steal her away once the festivities died down.

The fact that he was willing to wait up to 48 hours to get this girl alone and in bed certainly didn’t escape his notice. He told that part of himself that was grumpy about this fact to shut the fuck up; good things were worth waiting for, right?

Her hand clicked the door latch; Mike opened his mouth to say his final good-byes. Liv turned and rose up on her tip toes. She wasn’t much shorter than him so she didn’t have far to go in order to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Mike barely had enough time to react, to kiss her in return, before she was slipping inside her room with a small wave.

He sighed wistfully. And then laughed at himself. This was getting ridiculous.

Knowing the craziness of the situation did not keep him from walking back to his room with a stupidly fucking huge grin on his face. Not at all.

For their second night in Miami, the crew had settled on an upscale restaurant on the north end of downtown. The intention was to follow that up with a journey to find the best of the best frat bars that Miami had to offer. Mike felt good about the plans. He put on his favorite Lululemon shirt, made Willy change when he pulled on the same damn shirt, and headed out with the boys.

Josi was lost after the second bar, some girl wrapping him around her delicately manicured finger like he was a puppy. And really, with the look of wonder in his eyes, he might as well have been. Two of the other guys managed to make it to the fourth bar where they unable to resist a pair of Latinas that held their own in a beer pong tournament. Mike and Willy ventured to the fifth bar, a place called Tobacco Road which boasted Miami’s first issued liquor license. Willy got swept away here, leaving Mike behind with a wave and an arm thrown over a woman’s shoulder. The woman’s boyfriend appeared to be just as happy about the arrangement, following the two with something of a stalk.

There he was. All alone in Miami in the city’s oldest bar, nursing a cheap beer and a strong desire to be somewhere quieter. He checked his phone, his eyes lighting up when he noticed several texts from Liv.

1:12 AM Save me from my sister. She’s determined to drink herself stupid for the second night in a row.

1:30 AM Never mind. False alarm. We’ve talked her down from the ledge of poor decision making and are cabbing it back to the hotel.

1:32 AM What are you up to? Fun night with the boys?

1:37 AM I just realized this is sort of creepy and I’ve had a lot of wine. Good night Mike.

Her last text had come in only moments before. She wanted to talk. That stupid smile stole over his face again. He slammed his beer back and settled the tab.

He probably should have texted her back to find out what time she’d be back at the hotel. Or, at least to let her know he was still out but headed back and that if she wanted to- he sighed. Wanted to what? Her sister was getting hitched tomorrow. She was probably going straight to bed.

He was pacing the lobby, thinking about a best course of action, when the bright tinkle of women laughing drunkenly pierced the relative silence. He turned to find Liv, along with three other women, entering through the sliding glass doors. Liv was animating a tale with her hands, punctuating another particularly funny anecdote with a wave of her hand and a bow. The group dissolved into laughter again.

She looked stunning, a deep blue dress swirling daringly high on her thighs. Those legs stretched out a mile, too, ending with bare feet. High heels dangled carelessly from one hand while the other held a wine bottle. He followed the sway of her hip up to her trim waist and the sweetheart neck line of the dress. With her shoulders bare, and her hair flowing down her back, Mike forgot that breathing was a thing he needed to do.

It was in this moment, when her head tipped back in a laugh to bare the smooth column of her throat that Mike knew it would be torture to wait any longer. She was stunning. And he needed her. He started to cross to the group as they came to a stop near the elevators. As fate would have it, Liv glanced around and caught sight of him just before the doors in front of them opened.

She grinned, full and happy, and said something to the group. As one, three pairs of eyes turned to him and he was almost frozen to the spot. He wondered if they might try to rein Liv in, insist on a girl’s night or something and whisk her away. The only other brunette of the group, just as tall and refined as Liv, whispered something devious in Liv’s ear. The two women laughed again as the elevator’s door opened. The other brunette, she had to be Liv’s sister, gave a mad cackle and pushed Liv at him. He managed to put out a hand to halt her movement.

Mike could swear he heard one of the women call out to use protection before they were whisked away and he was alone with Liv once more. He took a deep breath of her. It might have been creepy. He felt like it was a little over board but fuck. She smelled like winter, cinnamon and vanilla. Reminiscent of cozy evenings in front of fireplace. Liv watched him through lowered lashes. Her eyes roamed as well, taking in his doe-eyed expression and the open collar of his shirt.

“Hi.” She sounded exhilarated. “Sorry about the texts. Had a bit of wine tonight.”

He grinned. “No worries. You saved me from justifying the need to drink alone after being abandoned by the guys.” She leaned in closer, a hand resting on his chest. She could probably feel the wild heartbeat under her fingertips.

“Abandoned? In this city? You really do keep questionable company.” Her hand traveled to his shoulder. He still had a hand on her elbow and he let it drop to her waist. The fabric of her dress was softer than he expected it to be. “I was just about to head up to my room and finish up the last of this.” She held up the bottle shed’ been carrying. “Would you care to join?” Mike was no wine connoisseur so the make and model of the beverage was lost on him.

“Absolutely. I love Pinot.” He pronounced it like pie-not. She laughed and he figured he was probably busted. She grabbed his hand and they headed back to the elevators. She hid her giggle when he pushed the right button for her floor and they were quiet, lost in their own thoughts, all the way to the ninth floor. He was mentally running through his checklist of things he needed. His breath smelled okay. He’d showered right before they’d gone out and he wasn’t particularly sweaty so there wasn’t a worry about BO.

He’d just gotten to the part where he remembered the condoms when the doors opened. He didn’t have any with him. They were all still back in his room. He cursed under his breath and when Liv stepped forward, he didn’t.

She turned to look back at him, doubt written across her beautiful face. “Mike?” She probably thought he was going to ditch her. He did the only thing that came to mind and pulled her towards him. She caught herself on his chest again moments before he lowered his mouth and pressed a chaste kiss against her lips.

The elevator dinged, about to head to another call, when he lurched them both forward, blocking the doors. “I, uh, need to run back to my room real quick.”

She looked as dazed as he felt when she lifted her head. Those lips, those soft and delicious lips, let out a sigh. “If you’re worried about condoms, don’t be. I have a ton.” She sounded all business and Mike wanted to laugh again.

He rubbed a hand up the back of his head in embarrassment. “Was I that obvious?”

The look she gave him made him laugh because, duh, of course he was. She backed up and tugged him forward, freeing the elevator from their clutches and they chuckled all the way back to her room. He kept his hands to himself as she unlocked the door and ushered him into the room. It was a standard single queen but it appeared as though a clothes explosion had gone off, originating from a suitcase on the bed.

She rushed over, shoving it off the far side of the bed before lounging on the comforter casually. “Nothing to see here, don’t worry.” He laughed, full-bellied. She got back up and grabbed a couple of pieces of fabric. “Give me a second. I need to get out of this.” Liv gestured down at the dress.

He had a few thoughts about how she shouldn’t even bother with getting dressed because he’d be taking it all off shortly anyway. However, she hadn’t been explicit in her intentions to bring him back and he didn’t want to presume. He just nodded as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

The wine was on the TV stand so he poured a couple of glasses. A sip told him that it wasn’t bad. Not too sweet but not too bitter like wines he’d had in the past. He wandered over to the window and looked out at the skyline. The lights in the room were off so when Liv opened the door, he could see her reflected in the glass.

He was smiling as he turned. The yoga pants and baggy shirt hid her figure but made her seem much younger than she probably was. “You know, this is the most clothing I’ve seen you in since we met.”

She took the second glass of wine that he offered as she joined him at the window. “Same to you. Not a bad look, by the way. A bit overdone, with the shirt and all.” She plucked the collar for emphasis.

Mike pretended she hurt his feelings. "And what’s wrong with the shirt?”

Liv rolled her eyes. “Please. Half the NHL owns that shirt.”

For some reason, her mention of hockey made his stomach sink. He’d had this belief that she had no idea who he was, that he was just a regular guy who could attract a woman’s attention without his athletic credentials. “You, um, know I play?”

She wandered over to the bed and sat down against the head board. “I didn’t at first. I don’t pay much attention to sports; no real time for it. My sister, though, is totally getting married to Jimmy Hayes tomorrow. The other bridesmaids were talking about you guys staying at the same hotel during dinner and they recognized you in the lobby.”

He blinked over at her. “Wait. Like, Hayes from the Panthers, Hayes?” She nodded taking another sip of wine. “Huh. Well fancy that.”

She patted the bed next to her and he joined her on the bed. “My sister said you should come to the wedding tomorrow if you want to.”

At that Mike almost choked on his wine. “What? Why would she do that? We barely know each other. We hardly even kissed.”

With that, Liv set down her own glass and then took his, placing it with the first. She rolled up to her knees. Mike watch, blood pumping through his system as an increasing rate. She settled over his lap, her ass fitting snugly against his crotch.

Oh fuck. Thank god. Avoiding all awkward talk and going straight to the good stuff. Mike could get on board this plan for sure. He slid his hands to her hips, feeling her move as she got more comfortable. She buried her fingers in the short hair at the back of his head before leaning close. “She suggested we get much better acquainted before tomorrow. Something about professional hockey player stamina.” Her mouth descended, devouring the chuckle he let out at her statement.

They made out lazily for longer than he normally would have allowed but she made the very best noises when he nibbled on her lip, or when he ran his fingers up her back. He anchored her with one arm, his free hand finding the mass of her hair, as he rolled his hips up. She tore her mouth away, gasping with surprise at the sensation.

Yeah, he was hard. Pretty painfully actually.

She begged him to do it again and he obliged, happily.

The proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back was the trip me made to kiss and suck lightly along her jaw to her earlobe. He nipped gently as he pushed up against her once more. She sobbed above him. The sound of her pleasure went straight to his cock. “Fuck. Mike. We need to get this show on the road.”

This was how he found himself flipping them quickly, stripping her of those yoga pats on his way down to her feet. The shirt remained but he had an unobstructed view of her center as he gazed up at her. Liv’s hair was wild, spread across the pillow around her head. She was clutching the material of her shirt at the neck, a finger from her other hand bit between her teeth as she watched in anticipation. He growled as he neared her center, finding her wet for him.

The first touch of his lips on her clit had her hips jerking off the bed. He soothed the shock to her system with some long swipes. The tip of his tongue made long transects around her center as her moans increased in volume. He fucking loved the sound of a woman as he went down on her. All high pitched whines. His name cried out in supplication. He hooked a single finger inside her and found her g-spot. The culpa, as was his tendency, was a quick fluttering against her clit while he worked his finger.

Liv didn’t scream, per say, but she certainly had some vocal encouragement for the orgasm that flowed from her body. He smiled and stilled his finger, waiting for the fluttering to subside. When he looked up at her, she had an arm throw across her eyes and was gasping. This was the second best thing about going down on a woman.

He gave her a few moments before pulling his finger out. She lifted an arm long enough to aim a squinted look his way. He grinned. Her return smile was so sappy. “Fuck.” Still crouched at her feet, he rubbed the outside of her thighs comfortingly. This seemed to rouse her.

She sprung forward, pushing him to his own back. There was a certain determination in her eyes when she pulled his pants off. Now they were both naked, his dick standing at attention between the two of them. She gave it a firm tug and Mike wasn’t quite sure where she was going with this until she lowered her head.

He gave a strangled groan at the wet tight heat of her mouth around him. He wasn’t expecting this and his hands scrambled for purchase in the sheets. He wanted to thread his fingers through her hair and guide her down onto his cock but that was like a fourth date maneuver. Instead he kept his hands to himself as she worked down and down and down, his tip hitting the back of her throat. “Oh holy fuck.”

It took the majority of his willpower not to thrust uncontrollably.

She had a magician’s touch and he was moments from blowing his load. He moaned out a warning, cradling her cheek and trying to pull her off.

She responded by moving his tip to her lips, out of her mouth, and a firm press of her fingers right behind his balls. He shouted and curled, desperate not to choke her but in very small control over his faculties at the moment. By the time he came back to himself and the shudders subsided, she’d already wiped her mouth and was climbing back up him.

“Fuck Liv. That was amazing.”

She grinned and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Time to test out that player stamina I keep hearing about.” She produced a condom from somewhere and held it up with two fingers.

He groaned. “Give me, like, five minutes and I promise to show you.”

She huffed in mock annoyance before flopping down next to him. “Well, I suppose if you need a break I can work on myself.” He narrowed his eyes in confusion before she brought a hand up to one breast. Not breaking his gaze, she worked it into a hard nub. She gasped lightly when she pinched. Her tongue darted out to wet her lip as her other hand trailed south. He tried to keep his eyes locked with hers, but he couldn’t resist watching her fingers dip down.

Mike could hear how wet she still was as her fingers glided against her folds. Her breath hitched and he brought a hand up to fondle her free breast. He’d said he needed five minutes, but he was already back to half-mast. He lowered his lips to her nipple and flicked his tongue over it.

“Fuck Mike. You better be ready because I need you in me, now.” The raw desperation in her voice had him scrambling to his knees. She ripped the condom open and spread her legs. He took in the sight of her, both sets of lips flushed and pink through use. Her scent was heady. His fingers trembled as he rolled the condom on.

“Ready?” He quirked an eyebrow down at her. She laughed and hooked a leg around his waist to pull him in.

She was ready. He slid in without resistance, come to rest inside her. They both moaned at the sensation. She was hot and wet and so tight around him. His head was almost swimming. Despite the fact that he’d just come minutes before, he was ravenous for her. He gave a few experimental thrusts, reveling in the pulse of her around him. She urged him on with her leg again and he gave it to her a little harder. She was enjoying herself but he wasn’t quite hitting that spot yet.

Mike leaned back and lifted her by her waist. Liv shrieked in delight as he pulled her down on top of himself. The satisfied moan he tore from her throat let him know that this was much better for her. “Yeah, that’s it, isn’t it?”

She nodded through the growing sobs, unable to lever herself and relying on his steady lift and drop. Her arms wound around his neck and she held on for dear life as he pounded up into her. He really was seeing stars now, knowing that the minute she came he’d pop off like a rocket.

Her center fluttered around his dick; she was so close. He changed his thrusts, rocking her more than dropping. It should put just enough friction of her clit-

Mike grinned. He totally got a scream as she fell apart around him. Her head fell back and he just kept going. She squeezed in time with his heartbeat. Mike could feel Liv in every part of him and he took a steadying breath, letting her come down before he lowered her back to the bed.

Her eyes flickered when he gave an experimental thrust. When she focused her beautiful brown gaze back to him, he went back to work. He would love to make her come again, but he was so close. Two, three more thrusts and he groaned as he emptied inside her.

Mike took deep gulps of air; Liv’s hand came up to cradle the back of his head in a show of tenderness that their earlier coupling hadn’t inspired. He smiled against the skin at her neck before pushing back just to look at her. She was glowing in the light from the bathroom, her hair a mess and her skin rosy.

“Well, I certainly hope that lives up to your sister’s claims.” His voice was scratchy.

She kept her face straight for a beat before breaking down into giggles. “Yeah. I think you may have exceeded it.”

He nodded resolutely before giving her a gruff, “Good.” She tapped his shoulder and he knew he needed to roll away. He disposed of the condom in the toilet and walked back to the bed. Her eyes followed his movements. He couldn’t resist planting his hands on his hips right next to the bed in a silly superhero pose. He did feel like a superhero. It wasn’t all that common that he could rock a woman’s world like this without a soundtrack from them that was more like a porn track than an intimate interaction. Liv was either very good at faking or she’d really enjoyed herself.

But now was the awkward part that he wasn’t particularly fond of. Normally he was drunk enough to pass out immediately and then slip away. But he was stone sober. He was debating mentally whether he should grab his gear and go when she held out a hand.


“As tempting as you’re making yourself look right now I need to sleep.” She snagged his fingers and pulled him close. “Stay?”

Liv didn’t really need to ask him twice as he fell onto the soft mattress.

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