Chapter 109 The shoot
"Good morning." Armando smiles charmingly at me as he gets into the makeup chair next to mine. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Not really." His smile widens. "I knew I was going to see you, so I was a little nervous, and excited."
Oh God. So I definitely didn't imagine the flirting the other day. Do I tell him I'm seeing someone when I'm not supposed to be seeing said someone?
Someone I'm really missing right now, who I haven't seen in a week. Texting is not doing my longing for him any justice.
"Are you ready for the shoot?" I change the subject immediately.
I have had guys flirt with me before, but never to an extent where I felt uncomfortable. Armando's flirting sounds like someone who wants to ask me out.
"Always ready." He winks at me before closing his eyes when the makeup artist start working on his face.
The shoot focuses more on me, but there are numerous times Armando is included, and it's feeling all very intimate. He has his arms around me, his face buried in my neck.
I'm a dancer, I dance with men all the time that touches places on my body which is considered private.
But Armando's aura is definitely not professional. It's in the way he sniffs me whenever he gets a chance, and the lingering touch of his hands.
I've never wished something over the way I'm doing now.
When the photographer says we're done, I breathe a sigh of relief.
"You're such a natural." Armando says on our way back to the dressing room. "Are you sure you don't want to consider modelling?"
"No, I'll stick to dancing and leave the modelling to you." I text T.J. I'm done before getting into my own clothes.
Armando is waiting outside the dressing room for me, and right now it's just a matter of time before he asks me out.
"What are you doing after this?" He asks as we're exiting the studio. "We could share a cab, maybe?"
"Sorry, can't." I look around to see if T.J.'s not waiting somewhere. "I can't take cabs, it's a long story, my cousin is picking me up."
T.J. is not my cousin by blood, but he might as well be, and I also don't feel comfortable with saying he's my security.
"We can drop you somewhere if you'd like."
Armando smiles brightly. "That would be cool, means I can spend more time with you."
The rumble of a motorcycle approaches, loud and dangerous, and a smile breaks out on my face when the familiar bike stops in front of us, and the gentleman wearing none other than a beige colored suit unclips an extra helmet and holds it out for me.
"Listen Armando." I turn to the baffled model. "If my cousin stops here and asks you where I am, just tell him you don't know, okay."
I jog over to him, happily taking the helmet from his hand and swinging my leg over the bike. When I have the helmet on, he revs the engine, and I throw my arms around his middle before he takes off into the traffic stream.
I know I'm going to be in so much shit with T.J., but I couldn't care less as I splay my hands open on Miguel's abs and chest.
He looks so good in his suit, I've only ever seen him in a black one. This man is going to make my ovaries explode one of these days.
I don't know where we are going, but it seems like we're driving to the East End.
He parks the bike in front of a beautiful cream coloured townhouse, and rips the helmet off his head, his blue eyes furious as he helps me get my helmet off.
"Miguel." I'm breathless, my heart hammering in my chest from the excitement of the motorbike, and the tumultuous expression on his face.
I'm thinking the helmets are going to get stolen when he just leaves it there on the handles of the bike, but he's tugging me up the stairs to the front door, his hand being scanned by the automated entrance before he shoves the door open and pulls me inside.
I don't even have time to look around before he backs me up against the door and crushes his lips with mine.
I drop my bag from my shoulder, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, hearing my phone ringing, but I open my mouth for him as his tongue tangles violently with mine.
The outside world completely forgotten.
We undress each other in a frenzy, I think I rip off one of his buttons from his shirt, but neither one of us cares as we tumble to the shiny hardwood floor. He catches the fall with his body, and I land on top of him, my leggings tangled around my ankles, and I kick it off along with my sneakers.
He groans when I hastily unbuckle his belt, and he helps me drag his pants over his hips.
His cock lays gloriously hard, making my mouth water, and I can't help taking the head into my mouth and sucking it hard, taking as much of him inside before I gag.
"I want your pussy." He growls animalistically, pulling my head off his cock by my hair. "Sit on my face."
I'm going to hyperventilate as I climb up until my centre is directly over his mouth while he grabs my thighs to keep me open before fucking his tongue into my slit.
My thighs quiver when he sucks my clit into his mouth, and he slaps my ass hard.
I cry out when he bites the inside of my thigh and I fall forward before he licks from my pussy to my asshole.
"Now you better ride my dick like you mean it." He says against my clit. "Or I'm fucking this little ass until you cry."