“Sweetheart, unlike you, you know Jay Baby never denies himself of anything I want,” he replied, that familiar smug look on his face. “But that does not answer my question.” Leaning in even closer, he asked slowly, “How . . . long . . . has . . . it . . . been?”
When Jaylin wanted to know something, he was like a pit bull with a bone in its teeth; he just wasn’t going to let it go. Sighing, I gave him an answer, “One year, three months and counting.”
Jaylin almost spit out his Remy. “You serious?”
I pursed my lips and looked at him. “Would I lie about that? Especially to you?”
He gave me a long, probing glance, as if trying to see if I was messing with him. “Damn. Well, I already know you’re not a fan of casual sex, except with me of course.”
I sat back in my chair and raised an eyebrow. “I just love how you have the uncanny ability to turn a conversation into something about you.”
“It’s a gift, baby.” He winked at me again. “Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
Instead of answering me, he simply held out his hand. I hesitated, but in the end surrendered my phone to him. I watched as Jaylin tapped the Richnote app on the screen and typed something. I tried to look over his shoulder, but he shifted his position in his chair so I couldn’t see. When he finished, he gave me my phone and said, “Don’t look at it until you’re in your car.” There was a gleam in Jaylin’s eyes that said he was up to no good, and that I might be in trouble before the day was over.
Lamar finally finished his phone call. He instantly observed the intense vibe between Jaylin and I. “Am I interrupting something?”
Turning to look at him, I replied, “Not at all. Jaylin and I were just catching up.”
Lamar looked first at me, then at Jaylin. I knew Lamar well enough to know he was suspicious, but he knew me well enough not to push the issue, especially in front of Jaylin. “Okay, well, I gotta get going. I need to find coverage for tomorrow afternoon. One of the high schools called last minute for an extra doc to be on site, and if I don’t find someone, I might get stuck covering myself. Unless, Gia—”
I quickly raised my hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “No way, Lamar. This is my weekend off, and I am going to enjoy it.”
“And do what?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s my weekend OFF.” I laughed.
He laughed with me. “Fine, but if I’m stuck covering, I’m blaming you. Jaylin, some of my frat brothers and I are supposed to have a business meeting tomorrow then head to the sports bar. I don’t want to miss that.”
“I’m sure you’ll find someone to fill in, Lamar.” I looked at my watch then stood from my chair. “I have to get home too.”
“To do what?” he asked quizzically.
“The same thing I do most nights; work out, shower, and watch TV. You know me. I’m predictable.”
Lamar shook his head. “Yep, you can set your watch by you. Well, you go on, and I’ll call you later. Jay, hold up for a second while I settle up the bill.” Lamar walked over to the bar to pay our tab.
Jaylin stood and looked at me. The way he was eyeing me was unnerving. “It was good seeing you again, Jaylin. Maybe I’ll see you again in another three years,” I teased.
“Maybe sooner, if you decide to do something unpredictable.” He leaned down and gave me a tight hug. “Don’t forget to check your phone.”
I returned his hug. Once we broke contact, I nodded. I waved to Lamar and headed for the parking lot. Once I was in my car, I pulled out my phone and looked at Jaylin’s note. It read:
Washington Duke Inn & Golf Club
Presidential Suite
9:00 PM sharp
Don’t disappointment me Giana
All love,
Jaylin
I stared at the message for a few minutes before placing my phone back in the holster. Clearly that wasn’t an invitation nor was it a request, it was a demand. Yes sir, when Jaylin Jerome Rogers wanted something, or someone, he had no problem making his demands known. And he was used to getting what he wanted. I had to admire that type of boldness. However, that did not mean he was going to get his way this time around. Jaylin Jerome Rogers wasn’t the boss of me.
I spent the thirty-minute drive home thinking about Jaylin’s message, and what he said about Mr. Right Now. It would be so easy to give in to him again. But why should I? What was I getting out of it, other than another night of mind-blowing, phenomenal sex and some pretty good conversation? When it was all said and done, I’d probably be left feeling somewhat empty inside. Seeing him again brought back good memories of the short time we spent together, and sure I was still attracted to him, but it also reminded me that I wanted more. Not necessarily from Jaylin, because he obviously wasn’t the settle down, relationship type of man. As Jaylin so aptly coined him, Mr. Right. I just had no clue who that was or where to find him.
As I pulled into the garage of my three-story Chapel Hill condo, I tried to put everything out of my mind. After I got out of my car, I disarmed and reset my house alarm, took off my shoes, and ran up to my bedroom to change. I threw off my street clothes, tossing them in the hamper in my walk-in closet. I grabbed a pair of light blue and black workout shorts, and a matching sports bra, off of the shelf with my exercise clothes, and quickly got dressed. I ran back downstairs, stopping in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator then headed for my home gym, which was located in the basement.
The plan was to work up a really good sweat in order to get rid of all the pent up sexual tension I was feeling. I typically did, at least, an hour of cardio, which was usually consisted of two different videos. I wanted to make myself really tired, because if I was exhausted enough, I wouldn’t even think about leaving the house to meet up with Jaylin. I selected a high intensity dance video, and a cardio kickboxing video. I turned on my DVD player and 50 inch television, popped in the first video, and got to work, hoping to distract myself. I finished both videos, but try as I might, I couldn’t keep my mind off of today. In fact, I was even more hyped, and my thoughts were racing non-stop. As I turned off the TV and DVD player, I wished I could turn off my thoughts the same way, and not think about Jaylin, and what could possibly happen tonight if I allowed it.
Maybe my long hiatus from having sex was finally getting the better of me, or maybe seeing Jaylin again stirred up something in me that I thought was dead and buried. Whatever the reason, the more I mulled over it, the more I realized that I wanted to be with him again, even if it was only for one night.
I checked the time before hopping in the shower. It was only 7:45 PM; plenty of time to prepare myself for what was, most likely, going to be a very long night. Once I showered and dried off, I applied some homemade shea and cocoa body butter, and some honey nut scented oil to my skin. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to wear, then I thought about it; whatever I wore, most likely, wasn’t going to stay on too long anyway. Jaylin wanted unpredictable, he was going to get it. And if I was going to do this, I was going to do it big. I took out my white Victoria’s Secret Very Sexy Georgette halter babydoll and matching panties from the drawer and placed them on the bed. I matched the outfit with a pair of white 1 ½” heel rhinestone sandals.
By the time I donned the ensemble and packed an overnight bag, it was 8:25 PM, enough time to get to Jaylin’s hotel before his 9:00 PM deadline. Checking my coat closet, I grabbed my black knee length spring coat, making sure I buttoned it all the way up, and tied the belt securely. I wanted to make a bold impression, but only to Jaylin.
I set my alarm, locked up, and got on my way. I drove most of the way on US 15-501 N, and even though it was a Friday night, traffic to Durham was still flowing pretty well. I arrived at The Washington Duke Inn & Golf Club with ten minutes to spare. I knew Jaylin only stayed at the finest hotels, and this one was no exception. The hotel was a huge ‘L’ shaped building situated on an expansive golf course. I parked my car and grabbed my overnight bag, anxious to see what
the Presidential Suite looked like. Jaylin only laid his head in the lap of luxury, so I could only assume it was magnificent.
I wanted to avoid asking for directions, so I bypassed the front desk and headed straight to the elevator. Luckily, there was a map with suite locations on the elevator wall. The Presidential Suite was on the top floor. As I pressed the button, I felt a wave of nervous excitement overtake me. That feeling would soon be replaced by awe when Jaylin answered my knock at the door. He was standing there in all his magnificence, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. The man’s body was still a wonder to behold, sculpted to perfection. And the bulge in his shorts, well, let’s just say bigger was definitely better. I couldn’t help but openly ogle him from head to toe for a few seconds.
He broke me out of my daze when he asked, “Still see something you like?” Those were the same words he asked the night of our first encounter.
“But, of course.” I gave him a wink.
Jaylin chuckled. I think I actually made him blush. “You’re early, but not too early. I like that.”
“I figured you would.” I stepped inside the foyer and was immediately astounded. The Presidential Suite was massive. From the foyer, one could see the sizable dining room with a large mahogany table and six chairs. Next was the ample sitting room with a couch, two ornate chairs, and a seti. A mahogany coffee table sat in front of the couch, while matching two end tables with decorative lamps sat on either side of the couch.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Jaylin asked, as I surveyed the area.
“Very. I’m impressed.”
“If you like this, you should see some of the other hotels I’ve stayed in. Here, let me get your coat.” I unbuttoned my coat and handed it to Jaylin. After he hung it up in the front closet, he said, “Turn around.” I felt like I was on display, but did as he asked.
He gave me a wide smile. “Very nice, Giana. I approve this outfit.”
I took off my shoes, also placing them in the closet. “So glad you approve,” I replied, shaking my head. Now, if you don’t mind, can you please show me to the bedroom?” I asked picking up my bag.
“Of course I don’t mind. Follow me.” He took me by the hand and escorted me to the bedroom. It boasted a California King bed with a solid oak headboard, a matching dresser and chest of drawers, a 47 inch television, minibar, small refrigerator, a desk, and a lounger. On top of the minibar was a bottle of Remy, and what appeared to be a bottle of wine. After placing my bag in the bedroom closet, Jaylin poured himself a glass of Remy. He then poured a glass from the tall, dark blue wine bottle and handed it to me.
“Thank you,” I said. I took a sip and realized it was Moscato D’Asti, and a very expensive one at that. I had a couple of glasses the first time Jaylin and I went out. I was surprised he actually remembered. I thought that was rather sweet of him.
“You’re welcome. I wasn’t sure you were going to show up.” Jaylin sat down on the oversized bed.
“To be honest with you, I wasn’t sure I was going to show up either,” I replied, joining him. “But I decided why not go for what I wanted? And tonight, what I want is you.”
Polishing off his drink, Jaylin said, “You made the right choice. But then again, I’m always the right choice.” He showed off those perfect teeth of his.
I laughed too. “The truth according to Jaylin.” I finished my drink and placed it on the nightstand, and then took Jaylin’s empty glass and did the same. “Well, Mr. Rogers, here’s my bit of truth,” I responded, straddling him, and putting my arms around his neck. “Tonight is about fulfilling a need, and I anticipate leaving here a happy woman. Think you can make that happen?”
Jaylin gave a hearty laugh. “Woman, how dare you ask me that? Last I checked, you were very happy and satisfied the last time we were together.”
“Ah true, but that was then, this is now. I’ll just say let the games begin.”
This time around, I made the first move and kissed him first. His lips were as soft as I remembered. I put my tongue in his mouth, tasting the Remy still on his breath. Jaylin lay back on the bed, bringing me down on top of him. His hands reached underneath my babydoll, running them up and down my smooth milk chocolate hued skin. We were still locked in a kiss, when he turned us both over. He was now on top of me and moving us both toward the center of the bed.
Jaylin’s lips moved down to my neck. As he pressed his hard body against mine, I felt his rock solid member growing. He pulled my babydoll over my head, placing it to the side. His wet, warm mouth moved down even further to my breasts, causing a hiss to escape from my lips. He planted slow kisses along my body, past my belly ring, stopping at my panties. He kissed my hairless kitty through my panties. Moving them to the side, I felt his tongue move up and down my damp folds. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, thoroughly enjoying what Jaylin was doing to me. He moved to my clitoris, sucking on it gently. His arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place, while his tongue fluttered like a butterfly back and forth. I was on the verge of an orgasm, the first of many that night, and Jaylin knew it. My grip tightened on the sheets as his tongue parted my lips, and my juices started to flow for what seemed like forever.
When I finally relaxed, Jaylin came up for air. “Umm umm umm. Still tasty. I can’t wait to get my dick in that wet pussy.”
“Why wait when it’s here for the taking?” I removed my panties then began pulling down Jaylin’s briefs, all the while knowing I was talking smack. I mean seriously, who was I kidding? I’d be lucky to survive with my coochie intact. I needed several icepacks and painkillers just to recover after my last bout with Jaylin. Thing is, I enjoyed our trash talk, and despite everything, I planned to give my all.
Once Jaylin removed his briefs, I got a full view of his extra-large appendage, all nine-plus inches. If penises could be considered pretty, Jaylin’s would be at the top of that list. I wanted him so bad, I could taste it. He rubbed the tip between my soaking wet folds, ready to enter the Promised Land, when a thought occurred to me. I had completely forgotten to pack some condoms. Not that Jaylin would have minded, because he never liked using them anyway. Last time, he tried to argue me down about having to wear one. I won that battle, but this time I wasn’t so sure. One thing I did know, he was going to be furious with me. “Jaylin?”
“Yeah?” He looked up at me.
“I know my timing kind of sucks right now, but I don’t have any condoms,” I said, slowly edging away from him.
Jaylin raised up, a look of annoyance on his face. “And? Come the fuck on, Giana. You know how I feel about those damn things.”
“And you know I won’t do anything without them.” Usually, it was Jaylin’s way or no way. But not this time, and not in this situation. Jaylin already knew my stance; no glove, no love. We appeared to be at an impasse, which was a shame because I was so ready for him and the nine plus. I guess Jaylin got tired of the stare down, because he eventually reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a box of Lifestyle Skyn Large condoms.
“Happy now?”
I gave him my widest grin. “Jaylin, you did this for me?”
Still annoyed, he replied, “HELL NO!” I just looked at him. “You made such a big damn deal the last time that I knew if I didn’t have one, you weren’t giving up the pussy. Hell, I did this for me.” I wanted to be mad at Jaylin, but all I could do was laugh. I knew deep down, in some small way, he liked me enough to respect my wishes. He opened the box, handing me a condom. “Here,” he said. “You know the deal. You want me to wear this so badly, you put it on ya damn self.”
Like I was going to say no. I took his still hard erection in my hand, stroking it a few times. “Thank you, Jaylin.” I slid the condom down, making sure it was secure.
Giving me a side eye, he replied, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see if you’re still thanking me when you need that icepack.”
“Promises, promises,” I retorted.
“This ain’t no damn promise, it’s a straight up thr
eat. That pussy is about to get pounded.” He started to lower himself on top of me. “Think you can handle it?”
“Stop talking and bring it already.” I pulled him down the rest of the way, planting a kiss on his lips, waiting for him to take out his frustrations on me. He inserted one finger inside me, I assumed to see if I was still wet. Then I felt it; the first few of his nine-plus inches, entering me slowly. As expected, I felt some pain, but not enough to make him stop. His strokes were long, slow, and deliberate. The pain gave way to exquisite pleasure. Jaylin and I had been here before, so he knew exactly what spots to hit.
Giving me all of him, he placed his lips close to my ear, whispering, “Sure you can handle all this dick?”
Instead of answering him, I wrapped my legs around his waist, matching him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. Jaylin raised himself up onto his knees, bringing me up with him. I felt him all the way up my lower back. If my cervix wasn’t in his way, he probably would have been hitting my liver. He stood up, walked over to a wall, and pinned me against it. He wrapped one arm around my slender waist and held my arms above my head with the other. “Damn, this is some good pussy.”
“You’re not . . . so bad yourself . . . Jaylin.” I was about to explode again. “Don’t stop . . . yes . . . right there.” My breathing heightened, as Jaylin pushed harder, bringing me to climax a second time.
Still inside me, he walked back to the bed. He positioned me in the middle of the bed with my head on the pillows. By now, I had more or less adjusted to Jaylin’s length and girth. I felt a bit more daring, so I tightened my muscles around his nine. I knew I was getting to him when I heard him mutter, “Fuck.” I kept on doing it, eliciting a few more profane words from his mouth. “You might wanna stop that,” he remarked.
Not stopping I asked, “Why?”
“Because doing that can get you in trouble.”
“When it comes to you, I like trouble,” I replied, looking him squarely in the eyes.
“Big talk for such a little person,” he teased. In one swift motion, Jaylin flipped me over, raising my backside in the air. He took me from behind, long stroking me. “Let’s see how big you talk now.” It felt so good, I started biting a pillow. I attempted to move back on him, but he stopped me. “I got this baby.”
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