Seek to Touch

by Keke Renée

  “You relaxed.”

  “Yes, I need more.”

  “Your breathing is labored, breasts full, and pussy wet.”

  “Morris! Ahhh… baby.”

  As I felt his tongue plunge into my sex, I opened up more for him, and gripped the back of his head. I tossed my head back and forth in pleasure, drenched in my own messiness.

  “I’m about to come.”

  “Hold on.”

  A few minutes later, I humped his face, and I needed to release and let off my first orgasm as tears pooled in my eyes.

  “Let it go,” he demanded, pushed both legs back to my chest, and thrust his tongue in my butt.

  “Ughhh. Ohhhh… Morris.”

  Feeling lightheaded and unable to feel my legs, I was ready to sleep from that little bit of pleasure.

  “Not so fast.” Morris picked me up and turned me around to stand. He kicked my legs apart and slid in my pussy. Part of me tried to scoot away since it was awhile since we last had sex. He knew how large he was, and his slow strokes were just as powerful as his fast ones.

  “Oh... yes, Morris,” I wailed, gripping the massage table.

  He pushed down on my back to right his position, and I felt him slide in deeper.

  “You're feeling relaxed!” he taunted, smacking my ass cheeks.

  “Yess! Yess. Oh God.”

  “That's what I wanted to know.” He kissed the back of my neck, trailed down my back, and fucked me until we both passed out on the floor, never finishing the food.

  “What did you do last night?” Kyla dipped her sushi in the sauce and took a bite.

  “Hung out with Morris.” I kept it simple.

  She called me to meet up for lunch after she finished with a dress rehearsal. Maya was in DC about some bills, and Chelsey had to work at the bank.

  “Hung out or slid in?” she remarked.

  “I’ll say he helped me relax.”

  “That glow on your face tells me he did a good job.”

  I blushed and covered my face with a napkin.

  “Anyway, how are things with the job hunt?”

  “Slow. I went to some interviews, but I’m still waiting to hear from the station.”

  “You think they’ll fire you for real?”

  “Honestly I don’t know.”

  “That’s like some HR rule. Maybe get a lawyer.”

  “I don’t plan on giving up so easily.”

  “That’s the Lisa Reyes I know.”

  “Anything new with your love life?” I asked.

  “No, unless you call my favorite toy keeping me warm.”

  “You ever go to Club Seek like I told you?”

  “I don’t know if that will be a good idea.”

  “You can’t hold back because of what Maya and I went through.”

  “Maybe I will, but for now, I’m fine with my toy.”

  Raising my glass of water, she picked up hers for a toast.

  “To our toys.” We clinked glasses and laughed in sync.

  8

  Morris

  A month later.

  I scowled at the guy who thought he was in control of any decisions being made. Mason was able to work his magic and spoke with his father to get the legal ball rolling on his properties. Lisa put me in touch with Marisal, and she confirmed with photos and signed notices from residents about the living conditions. A lawsuit was imminent, and criminal charges were filed. The phone calls stopped as soon as we found out they were coming from his own phone with a fake app he had installed. If you're going to be a criminal, at least be a good one and hire out the work. A few blogs still reported on the scandal, but most were removed from their pages, and we were able to get a public apology from some of them for running with the story. She’d been in the business for too long to have her name run through the mud. Rhett, on the other hand, wouldn’t back down and tried to run a smear campaign at her station to not hire her back. So, I made a stop today to let him know that his plan wouldn’t work. I didn’t plan on putting my hands on him, but I knew patience wasn’t my friend, so Warren tagged along with me.

  I held the yellow envelope in my hand and slid it across the desk toward him.

  “What’s this?” Rhett asked, picked up the envelope, and held it up in the air.

  “Something you don’t want out in public.”

  Warren did what he did best and found photos of Rhett with another woman who wasn’t his wife and a small child. I’d bet his wife had no clue he was cheating on her with Frida, the makeup woman at Lisa’s network.

  “That doesn't prove anything.”

  “Keep looking.”

  The smoking gun, a photo of him in bed with her and a tape of them together in bed, and he didn’t need any medical care.

  “How did you get this?”

  “Same way you tried to come for what’s mine. I have certain connections as well.”

  “I did what you said and put a stop to the calls.”

  “But you're still trying to ruin Lisa’s name at work.”

  “She got in the way!” he shouted.

  “No, your ass is just plain fucked up for having people live in terrible conditions.”

  He started to cry, and I didn’t feel sorry for him.

  “You have twenty-four hours, or I’m showing your wife and the media.”

  “Listen, I can pay you whatever you want.”

  “I don’t want your money. Turn yourself in and send an apology to Lisa.”

  “I can’t go to jail!” he shrieked.

  “Whose problem is that?”

  “Okay, wait… maybe we can negotiate,” Rhett pleaded, dropped to his knees in front of me.

  “You may want to save the begging for your wife.” I turned and left the office, while he continued to call my name.

  I smelled her before she even walked in the kitchen; her floral and lavender scent flowed in the air. It was my favorite shower gel on her that I continued to buy whenever she stayed overnight.

  “What are you cooking?” She dropped her bag on the counter and hugged me around the waist. I stirred the spicy, tangy sauce for the hot wings and fries I was making for dinner tonight; it was one of her favorites. Living in a three-bedroom house alone without someone to come home and cook for left me empty. The way Mason embraced being a husband and father was something I admired. Now, after everything Lisa and I went through, I needed to know we were on the same page with what we wanted out of this relationship.

  “Taste this sauce.” I held the wooden spoon up, and she pulled her hair to the side, to keep it from getting in the sauce.

  “Hot and spicy like you,” she said, leaning into a kiss.

  “I have your favorite wine, if you want to wash your hands for dinner.”

  “Something must be serious for you to have my wine ready.”

  “I’d rather have you drunk before I spill this news.”

  “You're scaring me now.”

  “First wash up.” I turned the oven off and removed the apron before turning to kiss her on the forehead. She was hesitant but finally left the kitchen to clean up. I fixed our plates, opened her wine, and set everything on the table, along with the photos. Warren sent a message that he tracked Rhett meeting with his attorney, then heading to the police station. Only a matter of time before Frida quit and skipped town.

  “I’m back, so tell me.”

  “Sit first and have a glass of wine.”

  “Morris, I’m not a child. I can handle whatever you have to say.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Now what is going on? Are you breaking up with me?” She jumped out of her seat.

  “No, sit and eat, so I can explain.”

  Her slanted eyes watched as I picked up my glass and drank.

  “I signed a deal to do work in Vegas.”

  She gasped in shock.

  “You're moving.”

  “No, not yet anyway. Possibly in a few months.”

  “Then why did you declare th
is love and want to make a commitment?”

  “I haven’t decided if I’m moving, and I have people who can handle my company.”

  “I knew this was a setup.” She gulped her wine down and slammed the glass on the table.

  “Stop thinking the what-ifs. I wouldn’t just up and leave without consulting with you.” She sucked her teeth. “Anyway, that’s not what I want to talk about; it’s not that important.”

  “You moving is important.”

  “Woman, shut up!” I shouted, and she froze and rolled her eyes.

  “Not your woman,” she murmured slowly.

  “Keep pouting, and you’ll have something other than this to eat on tonight.”

  She smiled at my statement, and I chuckled. She was spoiled and entitled, but it was all my fault.

  “Rhett is having an affair with Frida, and she leaked the footage,” I blurted out, and her mouth dropped open in surprise.

  “Frida who?”

  “Frida, the makeup artist you work with, babe.”

  “Morris, I need you to back up and explain.”

  “Warren did some digging for me on Rhett Fuller, and he was the one doing the phone calls from a fake app, and he had Frida get the fake tape on air,” I explained.

  Lisa dropped her head in her hands, and I scooted the chair back and went to lift her out to sit on my lap.

  “That bitch,” Lisa yelled. She tried to get out of my hold, and I tightened my grip.

  “Lisa, you're not fighting.”

  “Like hell I’m not. Let me go.”

  “Baby, let me handle things. I promised, and I delivered on my promises.”

  Lisa stopped fighting me and dropped to the ground. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom upstairs.

  “She’s been smiling in my face and pretending to have my back.”

  “Rhett probably promised that he would marry her and leave his wife.”

  “Wait, she has a kid?” she questioned.

  I kicked my bedroom door open and placed her down, moving the pillows off the bed.

  “Relax and get some rest. We can talk more after you’ve had some time to yourself.” I tried to get up and leave, but she gripped my arm.

  “Please stay and hold me.”

  Her pouty lips begged to be kissed, but now wasn’t the time for sex.

  “I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

  “You keep me protected,” she said.

  “You keep clear.”

  9

  Lisa

  Three days later.

  After ending a call with Marisal, I watched the news talk about Rhett Fuller being indicted on charges and his attorney trying to get him out on bail. I was still suspended, but I decided to come up to the station and cause a fit. My attorney had the papers drawn up and ready to file a lawsuit. I decided to not sit and dwell on what I couldn’t control, so I jumped in my car and drove here to the station. Morris had no clue. We’d spent time at his house for the past three days, and I even had clothes in his closet. He had to fly back to Vegas two days ago and came back today. We’d be together for dinner tonight.

  I waved my badge, and security allowed me in even though I wasn’t supposed to be on the premises. I caught Frida leaving work and kicked her ass for helping Rhett. Taylor threatened to call the police on me. Frida tried to apologize, but she made her bed with the devil. Her money train was cut off; the wife knew about the affair and made sure to cut Rhett off from everything. Frida got fired, and I didn’t feel bad at all for her child. The devil was in the details.

  “What are you doing here?” Ryan asked.

  I looked around the station, and the crew was moving cameras and dollies around, getting set up for the next segment.

  “I came to see Taylor.”

  “Does he know that?”

  “Ryan, either you’re friend or foe.”

  “Not my business.” He stood to the side, and I swished down the hall toward Taylor’s office. I just happened to see the door open and saw two other men in his office, looking just as upset. One was Dimitri, the owner, and the other was his assistant, I believe.

  “Lisa, what are you doing here?” Taylor questioned. My head cocked slightly to the side. Keeping my life on hold wasn’t a high priority for him. Everyone in this station knew I was the fan favorite with the audience, and the ratings had dropped over the past few days.

  “I’m here to find out when I’m back on air.”

  “It’s not a good time.”

  “Why? I think now is the perfect time. I mean you’ve allowed my reputation to be destroyed and continued to allow Frida to work here even after finding out what she did.”

  “Lisa.” Taylor's breath hitched.

  “Here’s what I’m going to do. You can either put me on for Friday, with a raise and two-week vacation, or a ten-million lawsuit will be at your door before I leave this building.”

  Taylor and I stared at each other.

  “Lisa, we understand what has gone on and owe you an apology,” Dimitri Carruthers explained.

  “Mr. Carruthers,” Taylor spoke.

  “No, Taylor, you’ve done enough. Give her whatever she wants,” Dimitri ordered.

  “Thank you, Mr. Carruthers.” I smirked, extending a hand to him, then Taylor. I couldn’t blame him for being upset, but he messed with the wrong woman.

  I spotted Frida with two bags of groceries, arguing with someone on the phone, and I bet it was Rhett. I jumped out of the car, removed my shades, glanced at the car door still open, and walked over to see a baby boy in the back, playing with a teddy bear.

  “Are you here to fight again?” Frida asked.

  She reached in the car and grabbed her son, heading to her front door.

  “Why?”

  Frida looked at the ground.

  “I thought we were friends.”

  “Look, Lisa, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

  “But you knew how much my career meant to me.”

  “I had to do what’s best for my child.”

  “I guess you can’t find loyalty anywhere.”

  “You got what you wanted. You’re more famous now,” she snapped back.

  “Frida, you're lucky your child is here right now.” I clenched my fist at my sides at her nonchalant attitude.

  “Rhett’s in jail. I’m broke and about to move in with my family,” Frida informed me, and I didn’t care. She brought this on herself.

  “Too bad, so sad.” I gritted my teeth, left to go home to my man and grab another session if he was at the club.

  Driving, I called the girls on the way through Bluetooth.

  “What happened?” Kyla asked right away.

  “Did you get your job back?” Chelsey questioned.

  “Yes, they didn’t want a lawsuit on their asses.” I slowed at the red light.

  “Same hour slot?”

  “Yeah, then I went to see Frida again.”

  “You didn’t fight her again, did you, Lisa?” Kyla questioned.

  I giggled and pulled off when the light turned, heading on the freeway toward downtown.

  “No. Her son was there.”

  “Thank God,” Chelsey muttered.

  “Since that’s over, did you talk with Morris about Vegas?” Kyla brought up, and I didn’t know how to answer that question.

  “Not yet.”

  “Has he made a decision?” Kyla inquired.

  “Right now, Warren is handling everything.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the club and parked around back in the VIP reserved area.

  “I’m about to see him now. Let me call you tomorrow.”

  “You're at the club?” Kyla questioned.

  “Maybe.”

  “Have fun,” Kyla joked.

  I ended the call, checked my makeup in the mirror, and sprayed some perfume on my wrist and neck. As I hopped out of the car, I checked my outfit over, sauntered to the door, and released a breath before I knocked.

  10<
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  Lisa

  “Keep your eyes forward.” He lifted the remote and clicked a button. The wall slid open to a TV screen. I sat butt naked on the bed with my legs cocked open.

  “Morris…” My breathing was desperate at seeing him between my legs, eating me out. One of my favorite things I liked was to watch us together, making little movies of our escapades brought me excitement and joy.

  “I want you to watch us on the screen, while I eat you out.”

  Whap!

  He spanked me on the ass, flipped me on all fours, and spread my legs wide.

  “You're not allowed to touch me or come until I say so,” he demanded.

  “Awwww!!!!” I panted and reached back to grip Morris by the back of his head.

  “Don’t take your eyes off the screen,” he said.

  The clip showed Morris with a flogger going across my breasts. I licked my lips, thinking of that night together. Listening to my cries and pants of how much I busted in his mouth when he double penetrated me with the vibrator and his dick.

  “Please…” I gasped, rocking back and forth.

  “You want to come.”

  “Aghhh…” I yelled and felt my heart pounding. I would miss having these moments if he left for Vegas full time. His fingers pushed through my walls, pistoned in and out, repeatedly.

  “Shhh…” Morris trailed kisses up my back, yanked my head back by my hair, and rushed to thrust back in with his large girth. “Fuck!” he croaked, moving in long strokes, and pushed me flat on the bed, holding my hands tight behind me.

  A strangled cry was on the tip of my tongue as sweat dripped down on the sheets and makeup smeared all over.

  “Ughhh… Shit.”

  There was nothing simple about this sex session beyond him defining what we meant to each other. I trusted him without a doubt. We’d be together forever.

  “Ahhhh… I’m about to come.”