Page 113 of Now and Forever

We walk into a spacious, pretty room. To the right is an open door through which I see the bed. Eric watches me. He knows I’m looking at everything with curiosity.

“Excited?”

I look at him and nod. I’m not going to lie; I’m already getting wet. At this moment, a man Eric’s age comes into the room, rolling in his wheelchair.

“Eric,cuate! How’s it going?”

They clasp hands, and then the man looks me up and down.

“And you must be Judith, the goddess who has my friend so stupefied, or should I say in love?”

“Exactly,” I answer. “And for the record, I love keeping him stupefied and in love.”

After swapping an amused glance with Eric, the man takes my hand and kisses it.

“Goddess, I am Dexter, a Mexican who falls humbly at your feet,” he murmurs gallantly.

I smile at his greeting, though I’m surprised to see him in a wheelchair. He’s so young! After I’ve chatted with him for five minutes, it’s easy to see the vitality and good vibes he gives off.

“What do you two want to drink?”

We tell him, and Dexter opens the minibar and prepares the drinks. He watches me while he does it, and Eric kisses me. When he gives us the drinks, I take a big thirsty sip of my Rum and Coke.

“I like your woman’s boots.”

Surprised by that comment, I touch them.

After kissing my neck, Eric says, “Darling, take your clothes off.”

Now? Just like that?

Fuck, that was fast!

But, willing and shameless, I do it. I want to play. Dexter and Eric don’t take their eyes off me while I peel my clothes off, and I have fun getting them excited.

“I want you to put the boots back on,” Dexter says once I’m completely naked.

I remember Frida said this guy likes to give orders, so I join in his game, pick up the boots, and put them back on. Naked and in black boots that reach halfway up my thighs, I feel sexy, naughty.

“Walk to the back of the room. I want to see you.”

I do as he says. While I walk, I know they’re both looking at my behind; I sway it back and forth. I get to the back of the room and return to them. Dexter sets his eyes on my mound.

“Nice tattoo.Muy padre, as we say in my country.”

Eric nods in agreement and takes a sip of his whisky. “Amazing,” he says, without taking his beautiful eyes off me.

Dexter holds out a hand and brushes it over my tattoo.

“Take her to the bed,güey,” he says, looking at Eric. “I’m dying to play with your woman.”

Eric takes me by the hand and leads me to the adjacent room. He puts me on the bed on all fours, and, after opening my legs, he takes his own clothes off.

“Don’t move,” he says.

This is all so hot.

I look back and see Dexter coming up to us in his chair. He gets to the bed. He touches my thighs and the inside of my legs, and his hands grip my behind. He squeezes it and gives it a slap. Then another, and another, and another.

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