by Sindee Lynn
Well, he wasn’t sure about her knowledge of everything, but she sure did know him. In fact, he would dare say she knew him better than anyone else.
“Now when do I get to meet your young lady?”
He tossed the question about in his brain for a few, testing it out to see how it felt. And for the first time, he realized he actually wanted his mother to meet someone he was dating. But could he call what he and Connie were doing dating? They hadn't technically gone out on one real date. In fact, he hadn't done any of the things he normally did to get a woman interested in him. Hell, there were good reasons for that too. He’d determined pretty early on that none of the things he normally did to impress women would work. The powerful people he dealt with and called his friends wouldn't impress her. She was still in college, so networking and social climbing weren't high on her list of priorities. She’d let him know the first night that fancy restaurants weren't her thing. And based upon what he’d seen of her wardrobe thus far, he could guess expensive gifts of clothes or jewelry wouldn't win him any brownie points either. So what had he been left with? Being himself? Kenny was surprised he’d gotten as far as he had.
“I’d like for you to meet her. But I think I’d better figure out where I want this to go first. Don’t you think?”
“Kenneth Anderson Jamison, you have never been uncertain of the direction you wanted to go since the day you were born. I think you came out planning your attack on the world. Honey, when we are faced with new challenges that require us to step outside of our comfort zone, our first instinct is always to run. There’s a part of you telling you to run back to what you're familiar with. And it’d be so easy to listen to that part.”
Who was she telling? Kenny couldn't count the number of times he’d almost ran screaming back for the safety of the Loris of the world in the past few days. It was easier on his ego and his emotions, which hadn't worked this much in he didn’t know how long.
“But when we do, we cheat ourselves out of so much. Imagine if you had listened to that voice telling you Connie wasn’t your type and had just walked away. You would never have felt the excitement of getting to know somebody new and knowing they like you because of who you are. The man and not the career or the car or the house. But for Kenneth. How long has it been since you could say that you got a woman in your bed simply for being yourself?”
A slow smile came to his face. This was why he had called her.
“Now when do I get to meet Connie? We’ll invite your brothers. That way she can meet the whole family at once. For your sake, I hope after being charmed by your brothers, she still wants you.”
Kenny laughed at his mother’s words.
“They learned from the best,” he said. “Look, Mom, I’m gonna let you get some rest, and I’m gonna head off to bed.”
There was a pause on the line, and he thought for a moment his mother was going to read him the riot act for not answering her question.
“Okay, I know you need your rest but allow me to say this one last thing. I’ve learned that love can come in the most unexpected packages. It’s up to us to decide if we want to open the package and see the true beauty inside or if we want to take it at face value for its questionable wrapping.”
Kenny paused, not sure he knew what his mother was talking about or was it just that he was unwilling to admit she was right on target.
“Yes, Mother, I will take that into consideration.”
He glanced at the clock over the stove. It was almost one o’clock.
“I’ll call you later this weekend. Tell Dad I love him.”
“I will, honey, and we love you, too,” she said and hung up.
Kenny headed back upstairs. He paused in the doorway of his bedroom and took in the sight of Connie in his bed. There was no explanation for the peace he felt just watching her sleep. Any earlier misguided thoughts he may have had of giving her up to someone were dismissed. Maybe he was being selfish. But he knew in the time it took him to walk from his bedroom door to his bed, he’d never find anyone better for him.
He slowly slipped back under the covers and felt her stir.
“Where were you?” she asked, her voice husky with sleep.
He pulled her closer to him until her head rested on his chest close to his heart, where she’d already begun making a place for herself.
“I was downstairs getting something to drink.”
“I thought you had run off.”
A soft laugh came from her as she burrowed deeper into his arms.
“You couldn't run me off if you tried,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
A soft hand brushed across his groin, and he felt his body’s immediate response.
“Hmm, good. Why do you have these on?” she asked, pulling at his pajama bottoms.
Without answering, he got out of bed and quickly stripped them from his body. Connie’s mouth opened slightly, and he saw the pink tip of her tongue move across her lips. His body began to throb. Kenny longed to be buried between her luscious lips. And right now, he wasn’t too picky as to which set. He noticed the slight tremble in the hand reaching out to touch his straining dick, and it took everything for him to stand there. When she began to stroke him around the hardened head, the air left his lungs, and he couldn't contain his groan of pleasure. Connie didn’t allow him time to catch his breath before she moved her whole hand up and down the length of his dick. She got to her knees, spreading them wide on the bed to help her keep her balance. Kenny glanced down and could see the dewy moisture glistening on the hairs between her legs. His dick hardened further.
“Ahh, Connie,” he breathed as her hot mouth closed around his swollen head.
Kenny moved his hand to the back of her head to hold her in place as she began swirling her tongue around the tip. The hot wetness of her mouth felt almost as good as it did when he was balls deep in her tight pussy. No, there was definitely no way he was giving this up. In fact, he needed to begin making plans on how to keep her.
Chapter 18
“So no class today, right,” Kenny asked, getting up from the counter, empty plate in one hand and coffee cup in the other.
Connie had surprised him by coming downstairs to make breakfast while he had been in the shower.
“I normally only have one class on Fridays in the afternoon. My journalism class. But since I turned in my paper already, I’m free all day until I go to work tonight,” she said, clearing the counter of her plate and juice glass.
Sitting back down at the counter with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand, he marveled at how right she looked moving around in his kitchen. She was dressed in one of her oversized t-shirts that fell just above her thighs and nothing else. The glimpses of panties she kept giving him were making him hard. By the time he had gotten up, she had already showered. He hadn't made any comments on it, but he wished she would have waited so they could have showered together. Granted it would have taken longer to get clean, but oh, what fun it would have been. He hid the smile on his face behind his coffee cup.
“So what time do you go in tonight?”
“Roger asked me last weekend if I would be willing to come in at midnight tonight, but my normal hours are nine to three in the morning.”
He made a face.
“Okay, so that means you get off at what time?”
It was beyond his realm of understanding why anyone would have taken a job with hours like those. Especially when it was obvious she didn’t need the money. He was strongly considering calling Roger up and asking him to fire Connie.
“Six.”
Six o’clock in the morning. That was a whole night he could spend making love to her until she couldn't walk straight. What a waste of a good night.
“Why did you take this job?”
She walked over and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
“Because I don’t have a life,” she said, a smile on her face.
“Well, that was last week. This a whole new week,” he said, grab
bing her around her waist and pulling her against his body. “And you have a man who would like to spend some time with you. Next week you’ll be bogged down in finals and any time I take away from your studies will cause me to be consumed by tremendous amounts of guilt.”
Connie laughed as he’d wanted her to, but his own laughter quickly died when she began pressing kisses against his neck. Flames licked at his insides as the desire that had been banked came slowly to life.
“So what say I give Roger a call and see if he would be willing to let you off this weekend so we can maybe go on a real date and spend some quality time together?”
As the slow trail of moisture moving down his neck to his shoulder grew in intensity, Kenny realized he was only half joking. If she gave him any indication she was on board with his plans, he would be on the phone so fast.
“You’re kidding right?” she asked him, leaning away from him slightly.
He leaned over and nibbled on her neck. His hands moved slowly down her thighs before slipping beneath the short hem of her shirt where they cupped her large ass and squeezed.
“Oh, no, I’m very serious.”
Suddenly his arms were empty. His head popped up, hazel eyes glittering with unchecked desire.
“Look, I know my job is not the end all be all of jobs and next to yours, it’s nothing. But it’s a responsibility I have taken on, and I have no intentions of letting you pull any kind of strings just because my having it is an inconvenience to you.”
The disbelief in Connie's eyes was as apparent as her anger. Okay, so obviously that hadn't gone over well. His mind tried to think past his desire for some way to make this right. But her anger seemed to only stroke the fires.
“Okay, forget I suggested it,” he said, getting up slowly, mindful of his aroused state.
Kenny walked over to where she leaned against the opposite counter, arms folded across her ample chest. It amazed him just how hot he had gotten when she had turned to him with fire shooting out of her eyes? Even now as the gaze that watched him hardened, his dick swelled against his slacks.
“Connie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply your job is less important than mine. If it makes you feel any better, how about we both skip work today. We can stay here and play hooky,” he said, pulling her reluctant body into his strong embrace. “We’ll make a little nooky. Come on, don’t be mad at me. I don’t want our first fight to be over something like this.”
Kenny almost backed off when he saw her raised eyebrow at his comment. Instead he decided to live dangerously. He alternated between nibbling on her earlobe and whispering obscenities about what he wanted to do with her into her ear until he heard her giggle.
“Okay. I’m sorry too. I may have overreacted,” she said, her breath coming out in short gasps.
Her hands caressed his strong arms through the material of his shirt.
“It’s okay. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have suggested it. But since I have, how about that hooky nooky day?” he asked, only half kidding.
There were a ton of things on his calendar for today, but he realized if it meant he could spend more time with this woman, he would push it all back until next week. He could start his weekend early. That was something he hadn't done in a very long time. More often than not, he found himself starting his work week on Sunday because of his work load. And his load hadn't changed at all in the week he’d known Connie. It just didn’t seem to be the most important thing in his life anymore.
“After you gave me an outline of your day not thirty minutes ago? No way,” she said, moving over to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee.
A deep sigh left his body.
“But I want to see you this weekend.”
Was that him whining like some two-year-old kid who wasn’t getting his way? Yes, it was, and oddly enough he didn’t care.
“Well, it’s good for you I don’t require a lot of sleep,” she said, looking at him and winking. “You can come over after you get off. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat before I have to go to work.”
His thoughts immediately moved to what he had on his calendar for the afternoon. If he rescheduled some things to next week, he might be able to get off a little early. Never mind the fact he had already skipped out on work twice this week. There had to be something that could be rescheduled. He made a mental note to ask Shelly about it when he got to the office.
“Okay, I’ll work something out,” he said, glancing at his watch.
Connie simply laughed and moved to give him a brief kiss on his lips.
“I’m sure you will. I don’t work on Sundays at all. So if nothing else, we can spend the day together if you want.”
Kenny raised his eyebrow. He knew her well enough now to recognize she wasn’t sure of how he’d react to her comment. He tipped her chin up so his gaze locked with hers.
“I very much want to spend every possible minute with you, Constance Banks.”
He pulled her closer to him and buried his nose in her neck and inhaled. She’d apparently come prepared last night to spend the night because she smelled of jasmine, and he knew he didn’t have that particular scent in his bathroom. He took another deep breath.
“Mmm, you smell good enough to eat,” he said, nibbling at the side of her neck.
His body hardened further when he felt her hand brush the front of his pants.
“You did that last night,” she said, laughing at him.
Kenny’s laugh came out a little strained. But it was hard to laugh and try to breath at the same time with her squeezing his dick. He grabbed her ass in his hands and pulled her closer. A finger slipped inside the material of her panties, and he stroked between the crease of her ass, moving slowly around her puckered brown hole before exploring a little further to the ultimate prize. He wondered if one day she’d allow him to initiate her into the ways of anal sex. He had played with it repeatedly last night during their lovemaking, and she had seemed to enjoy it.
“I can’t get enough of a good thing,” he said, pushing his finger in hard.
Connie gasped, and her head fell forward on his shoulder. He kissed her temple before removing his finger from her panties to cup her full breasts through her shirt. He pinched the nipples through the material.
“You’re gonna be late for work,” she said, moving her hand to his tie and pulling it loose.
Her fingers worked quickly to unbutton his shirt, so she could press kisses across his bare chest. Kenny couldn't believe this was the same woman who had fumbled through unbuckling his pants last night. He had watched the change come over her in the wee hours of the morning when finally she had gotten up the nerve to explore his body. Taking her time, kissing and licking every inch of him. Trying to discover what excited him. In all his years of having sex never had a woman paid so much attention to his pleasure before. Always in the past, they had only been concerned about their own needs. Connie’s fingers gently brushed against his swelling dick before they squeezed him through his slacks. Kenny took a deep breath in. No, this was definitely a different woman, and he was absolutely going to be late. He tried to think of what his first appointment of the day was, but he couldn't think pass her hot mouth pressing against his dick. But he needed to think. His first appointment…what was it. His boxers were lowered carefully over his extended flesh. What was his first appointment and could he skip it? When her mouth engulfed the head of his dick, he gave up. It was no use. The only thing he could bring to mind was the way she was moving along the length of him. The way her tongue was swirling around the swollen head of his dick before her throat relaxed and she took him further down than she had last night. His head fell back, and he gripped the edge of the counter at his back.
“Oh, god, Connie, I’m gonna cum,” he said, surprised at how close he was to his orgasm already.
Her mouth tightened on him like a vice, and he went over the edge. His hot load shot from his dick, and he couldn't control it as it washed the back of her throat.
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sp; “Ahh,” he groaned as the tension left his body.
Kenny slumped against the counter, trying to catch his breath. Dear Lord, she was gonna be the death of him. But oh, what a way to go, he thought. He smiled down at her as she moved up his body, a satisfied smile on her full lips.
“Does that mean you’ve changed your mind about hooky nooky day?”
*****
Connie couldn't believe she’d just blown Kenny off in his kitchen. But he’d looked so damn hot standing there in his freshly pressed dress shirt and silk tie, coffee cup in hand. She had gotten hotter by the minute. Nothing had mattered more in that moment than to have him cum in her mouth. Embarrassment over her actions threatened to make her turn her gaze away from his, but she refused. Though it was still new to her, this man obviously found something about her he liked and had spent last night proving to her that every part of her was okay by him.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, reaching down to pull up his pants and refasten them.
She reached for his coffee cup and took a sip. Connie wondered briefly if he would drink from it again. After all, she had just swallowed his cum. She recognized she was looking for some flaw that would make him seem more real. More like your typical everyday guy and not the perfect being he appeared to be. She needed something to make him seem obtainable. Someone within her reach. Connie hated that even after last night she still had doubts about what he wanted from her and what role he wanted her to play in his life.
“No hooky nooky day,” she said, laughing at the hopeful expression on his face.
Kenny reached for his coffee cup and took a swallow before leaning over to kiss her on the lips. When his tongue did a sweep of her mouth, her already wet panties dampened further.
“Okay,” he said, running his hand between her legs and making contact with her wet panties.
“You’re gonna be late,” she whispered.
Her breath left her as his fingers moved around the side of her panties to stroke her wet flesh.
“Yeah,” he said, gazing intently into her eyes.