Noticed By Rich Blood

Chapter 16: Hot N' Sizzlin 😈 (filler chapter)

{This filler chapter courtesy of "Fallan" and dedicated to him :), YK who you are. GL reading this spicy asf chapter, you asked for it.}

The taxi pulls up to Tropicana Hotel and Casino, nervously getting out once again. Damn, I, for real, am about to do something illegal, huh. I hope this ID looks like me. As I walked in, the guard asked for an ID and raised an eyebrow as he stared me up and down. Holding my breath, until he said, "You're good to go."

 I walked in and held my purse close next to me. The smell of sweat drowned me. I heard Reminder by The Weeknd playing in the background. I rushed to the bar. "One glass of Tempranillo red, please."

"Coming right up," the barista waved. He popped open the bottle and poured a glass with a squeeze of lime in it.

I grabbed the drink and chugged it down, the burning of the alcohol making my throat itch. "Two more, please," I beckoned the barista. He got them ready for me in a matter of minutes. I gulped them down, entirely, loving the sensation of the alcohol going down my throat. Phew, I'm washed out, but I need to run away from myself. 

I walked down to the dance floor and got mixed in with all of the people, drowning my own thoughts out. A tan hand grabbed me, and my vision blurs. I turn around to see Carlos. "Carlos! What the fuck are you doing here?" 

"Fucking around, of course, what else?" Carlos smirked, "What about you?"

"Pretty much, same," I snarked, "So by fucking around, do you mean literally?"

"Of course," he pouted, "Why do you want to be my doll for the night?"

"Please, let me run away with you to our wildest imaginations," I whimpered.

Carlos pulls me to the front desk and books a room upstairs. As we go up the elevator, he pulls me in, "You're mine for tonight, but let's just keep this between ourselves, mmkay?" he whispers in my ear.

Me, being drunk, responds, "Of course, daddy."

He laughs dryly, "You know I like that?"

"Um," I bit my bottom lip, "I don't care about what you like, Carlos. I just hope you make me feel what I like."

"Of course," he winked, flashed a smile, and then lets me go as the elevator door opens. As he slid the card into the room, I started to panic. This is only my first time. And dumb ass bitch, you're only 16! Actually, nah fuck this, I could care less. I walked into the room gallantly, immediately throwing off my shirt.

"Gah damn, confident now are we?" he tutted. 

"Hell fucking yeah, I am, I don't know about you," I snarked. He smirked, and took his shirt off in one go. 

I got into bed, "Do me good."

"Of course, princess," he winked. 

He found the strip of condoms he'd packed, ripped one open, managed to roll it on with gritted teeth. Maybe I would've done it for him, and maybe that would've been hot as hell, but since he wanted to actually get inside me before he went off like a gunshot, he needed to keep touching to a minimum. "Give me a second," Carlos said. "Damn, you're hot as hell, just looking at you...."

Of course, as soon as he thought that, I grabbed his hair and dragged him down, pressing all my soft, lush curves against his body. My skin was hot and damp from the exertion of my orgasm. My pussy was wet and open, ready for him, begging for him as I spread my legs and reached down to grasp his erection. In his ear, I whispered, "Harder, please."

"You bet, baby girl," he said.

Two fingers worked into me and my eyes rolled back into my head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over me, and I couldn't prevent my hips from rising to meet his thrusts.

  Oh God, I was riding his hand, smothering his face with my sex. 

That had to be bad. I told myself to stop. I couldn't. Somehow, I found my hands tangled in his curly hair. My body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now I could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into me. 

He leaned down and kissed me, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I'm brought back from the brink ... I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him ... then I'm building again ... I climax anew, calling out his name. "Carlos."

"PHEW, okay, give me a break, please," I begged and whimpered.

"Okay," he got off of me, and we both panted really hard. The sounds of heavy breathing echoed throughout the room.

"Thank you so much that did me for tonight," I said with much gratitude to Kaleb's friend.

"Not anytime, but of course, anything for a friend," he whispered. Then, he hopped off the bed, and grabbed his pants and shirt from the floor, and threw them on. I grabbed my blouse and skirt as well and pulled them on.

"Oh my goodness, it's 10:30 pm almost now, my parents must've sent a whole patrol team out," I screamed as I saw the clock startling Carlos.

"Bruh," he sighed, "Oh, and also thank you for being my first."

"Oh shit, me too," I exclaim. I hug my body as if something has been stolen from me. Something irreplaceable. "Damn, I'm no longer a virgin anymore, huh."

"Yeah, we're on the same boat," he smiles, then putting up his fist.

I fist bump him and he walks out. "Damn, not even gentleman enough to walk me to the door," I tutted.

He stuck his head back in the doorway, "What was that? You want more time with your king?Come on, hurry up then."

I smiled, ran out of the door, and walked out of the hotel, where Carlos had already called an Uber for me. I kissed him goodnight and sat into the car.

Feeling rigid and scared, I drove home in silence. Wondering what would happen next.