“It’s what you do to me, boo,” Kenny managed between gritted teeth.
“You got a nice dick.”
He chuckled. “Reese calls it her hot dog.”
“Hot dog?” I started laughing.
“That sounds country, doesn’t it?”
“Yep, country as hell.” Wait until I tell Danielle.
Placing a hand at his chest, I pushed him back onto the bed. “Lie down.”
Obediently, Kenny scooted up to the headboard and leaned back.
Still holding his gaze, I slid the teddy off my shoulders and it slithered to the floor around my feet.
Kenny’s gaze was enough to arouse me completely. As his eyes moved down my body, I could feel the heat of his gaze. My nipples hardened. My kitty-cat clenched. I took a deep breath and noticed I wasn’t the only one aroused. His hard dick thrust toward me with uncontrollable need. Feeling increasingly confident by his reaction, I continued my slow seduction.
“You see something you like?”
“You know I do,” he groaned.
“Which parts?” Taunting him further, I reached up and squeezed my breasts. “These, perhaps?”
“Yes, definitely those.”
Under his watchful eyes, I flicked a thumb over one hard nipple, then the other, and sucked in a breath at the intensity. Finding my own pleasure was something I enjoyed doing, but having him watching was sweet torture.
After I tugged and squeezed at my nipples some more, I slid my hand lower. Kenny’s eyes followed my fingers as they slid past my belly button, through my pubic hair, and dipped between the soft folds of my sweet pussy. Sucking in a sharp breath, he reached down, grabbed the base of his dick, and began stroking his length.
Yes! A feeling of victory swept through me. Smiling, I continued touching myself.
A muscle at his jaw twitched.
Lust glittered in the depths of his eyes. The only part of him that moved was his hand along his delectably swollen penis.
His breathing had become shallow and I chuckled inwardly. Physical evidence proved he was quickly losing control. His dick bucked for attention, but I resisted the urge to touch him.
Suck him.
Straddle his lap and ride him.
Swallowing, I forced myself to look away. As much as I wanted that dick buried inside me, I couldn’t give in. Not yet.
I’m going to get you back.
Yep, I was definitely in the driver’s seat and, oh, what a ride I had in store for him.
I moved through the folds of my pussy, stroking and coaxing creamy moisture, then inserted one finger, then two, in a firm, smooth motion. All the while I watched the uncontrollable thrust of his erection, the chocolate tip pointing in my direction. Kenny’s reaction while I played with myself was sending me toward an orgasm.
I moved to my clit, using my thumb, and had to take a calming breath when wetness slid down my inner thigh. My control was quickly diminishing, the ache becoming unbearable.
“Do you like this part?” I asked, then removed my fingers from my kitty-cat and licked them one at a time.
Kenny made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a groan. “You know I do.” He was fisting his dick in one hand, stroking the stiff shaft, its head gleaming with a creamy drop of semen. Kenny crooked his finger. “Come here, Renee.”
His order sounded like a plea. Anticipation seeped through my veins.
I forced a frown. “I know your mama raised you better than that. I didn’t hear the magic word.”
“Please.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that. You’re gonna have to speak up,” I said, cupping my ear.
“Please come here—now!”
“Much better.” I moved onto the foot of the bed and crawled slowly toward him. As soon as I was close enough, he reached for me.
I halted. “What did I tell you? No touching.”
A curse fell from his lips before he lowered his arms to his sides.
Straddling his legs, I reached over and removed a bottle of butter rum massage oil from the side table and poured the liquid across his groin area.
While licking my lips, I stared down at his dick, then leaned forward and inhaled his scent. Damn, he smells good enough to eat. I rubbed my nose along his inner thigh, then opened my mouth and slid my tongue across his balls. Delicious.
“Hell yes!” he hissed. “Suck me.”
I wrapped my hand around the base, then slid my fingers along the hard surface with lazy intent, paying a little extra attention to the tip. He pulsed in my hand.
Lowering my head, I darted out my pink tongue and traced the head. His legs trembled. As he groaned, I continued to lick the length, loving the taste of him on my tongue. I captured a drop of precum and swallowed. “Mmmm, you taste good,” I cooed, then took his dick between my lips and sucked. Kenny delved his hands through my hair and cried out. Before he could catch his breath, I drew him deeper into my mouth then looked up, making sure I had his attention.
Oh yeah. He’s definitely watching.
“I love watching my dick slide in and out of your pretty mouth,” he groaned, eyes glazed, mouth opened.
Kenny raised a hand to cup my breast and I felt it from my nipples all the way down to the slick nub of my clit. Stifling a groan, I pushed his hand back down, then took him deeper into my mouth. My rhythm was consistent while my eyes never left him. Beneath my tongue, I could feel his tension building, and he held onto my shoulders until he no longer had the strength to do so. His panting grew louder. Pulling back slightly, I rolled my tongue over the head, then sucked, taking him just to the edge of release.
“Damn, that feels good,” he groaned, then shuddered. Certain he was seconds away from coming in my mouth, I released him. Startled, Kenny opened his eyes and groaned again.
“Patience, baby. You waited this long, a few more minutes won’t hurt.”
“Like hell! I’ve waited long enough.” He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up so I straddled his hips. The thrust of his erection rubbed against my inner thigh as if begging for me to let him come inside.
My body burned with arousal. I reached for his hands and forced them above his head, then wiggled my hips suggestively. “Now what would you like me to do?” I whispered.
“Ride me,” he panted.
I wanted to drag the torment out, but I wasn’t going to deny myself any longer. I had started a fire that only his dick could put out.
I locked my eyes with his, watching his expression while I lowered onto his length, easing him inside. My cry mingled with his moan. Kenny’s grip at my waist tightened. I felt him throbbing and I clenched my walls, tightly surrounding him, then lifted my hips. Kenny bucked his body upward against me. Closing my eyes, I set a hard pace.
“Can I touch you now?”
“Yeeesss!” I moaned.
“Good.” He drove hard inside me.
“Oh, that feels sooo good,” I wailed as my head rolled back.
My breath caught when he dipped his head to catch one pebble-hard nipple between his lips. Pleasure rushed to every part of my body. My lips parted and each quick thrust drew a harsh breath. Oh, it doesn’t get any better than this. I was panting and trembling. All the while, Kenny kept thrusting into me, holding me steadily by my hips.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to him while my body shuddered. The rhythm he set was too good. I rode him, meeting his thrust with equal passion and kissing him as deeply as he was penetrating my body. His face showed the strain and I knew he was trying to hold on, waiting for me to find release first. Knowing what it would take, he moved one of his hands down to my clit where he firmly stroked the sensitive flesh with his thumb. A ragged cry burst from my lips.
“You like that?” he asked, hot breath fanning my lips.
I nodded with a moan, then my body stiffened and my vaginal walls clenched him like a vise. “Yeeesss, yeeesss!” I exploded and Kenny followed, letting out a roar of pleasure as he pumped wildly into m
y body, filling me with his semen.
With a groan, I sank forward and rested my head on his shoulder while I tried to catch my breath. “Damn, baby,” I panted.
Kenny shifted slightly onto his side so he could stare deep into my eyes. “It’s better here than it is at home. I could get used to this.”
That is the plan.
36
Danielle
I slowly rolled out of bed the next morning and jumped in the shower. I was so tired I was tempted to call in to work and stay my narrow ass at home, but if I did that I would have to listen to Chance’s mouth, and I really wasn’t in the mood to listen to all that jealous talk. Especially since things had been going so well between us.
As soon as the water turned warm, I climbed in. It usually took hot water beating across my back to get me going. While I stood there with my eyes still closed, I couldn’t help but think about Calvin. When he was here, he made it his business to give me a back rub, especially after a long day of caring for patients. Thinking about him caused my heart to lurch. I hated to say it, but I missed him. I mean I really, really missed having him in my life. He had been a bright spot. And as much as I loved Chance and the things he does for me, and as much as he reminded me of Ron in bed, he just hadn’t filled the void that I felt now that Calvin was gone.
Damn. I don’t know why I was thinking about this now, especially since it was over with me and Calvin. I already dumped him once for Ron, so I know he’s not thinking about my ass anymore. And it’s not like Chance’s not a good man, because he is. He keeps money in my pocket. Knows how to suck a sistah’s toes, but I miss cuddling and lying in the bed holding each other while we’re discussing our dreams. All Chance can talk about is playing the lottery on Saturday, hoping he’ll win that thirty million so that he will be sitting pretty and buy himself a fat ride. I sighed. It was so sad I could have laughed. My boo-boo just needed a woman like me to motivate his ass to look toward the future and think bigger than a Lincoln Navigator on twenty-sixes.
Not sure how much time I’d wasted, I reached for my washcloth and quickly washed up, then climbed out and grabbed for a large towel. When I stepped into my bedroom, I saw Chance holding my cell phone to his ear. Hell to the no!
Dropping my hands to my waist, I waited for him to flip it closed and return it to my nightstand before I cleared my throat. As soon as he noticed me standing there, he turned around and frowned.
“You had a call,” he informed me.
My brow rose. Who the hell told him he could answer my phone? “Who was it?”
“Some cat named Calvin.”
I gasped. “Calvin? What did he say?”
He reached for his pants and slipped them on while he spoke. “He asked for you and I told him you were in the shower.”
I was still trying to digest what he said when he walked across to me and planted a kiss on my cheek, then walked into the bathroom like it was no big deal. Oh, but it was definitely a big deal.
“Um, what made you decide to answer my phone?”
Reaching for the toothpaste, he paused and swung around, giving me a crazy-ass look. “’Cause I’m yo man, that’s why.”
He looked like he was waiting for me to say the wrong thing so that he could go off on me. Like I said, I wasn’t in the mood and didn’t have the energy so I didn’t say anything. Calvin never tried to answer my phone. I respected his privacy and he respected mine.
“Ain’t I yo man?”
“Well, yeah,” I began. “But what would you say if I answered your phone?”
“You my girl. So you can do that.” He started brushing his teeth and I stood there stunned. I couldn’t believe this.
“Did Calvin tell you what he wanted?” I tried to ask like it was no big deal.
“Nah, he just said to tell you he called,” he said with toothpaste running down his chin.
Shaking my head, I turned and headed back into the bedroom.
“Yo, baby girl. If we gonna do this, you need to tell them otha cats you got a man now and they need to lose yo number.”
I swung around with attitude. “Lose my number? What, I can’t have male friends?”
“What you need them for when you got me?” he asked with a grin, then wiped his mouth, came over and scooped me off the floor, and carried me back to the bed, kicking and screaming. I couldn’t help but laugh because Chance could be so silly and always made it hard for me to stay mad at him.
“Baby, I’m feeling you and I’m in here for the long haul, but you’ve got to be willing to help make this thang work, and that means cutting them otha cats loose.”
I gazed up into his sexy brown eyes and my body started talking nasty to me. “I do want things to work.”
“Then that means it’s me and you. I don’t need no otha woman when I got this sexy thang here, and hopefully I’m all the man you need.”
Oh, he was definitely keeping me satisfied. Sex was not an issue. “You’re all the man I need, boo.”
“Good, then you can tell Calvin to lose yo number. I don’t believe in sharing. I’ve been telling all them females at work that you my girl and all. And some of them been hatin’ but hey, I’m all about being exclusive.”
I could just imagine which females had been smiling all up in my man’s face. It made me feel good knowing he had chosen me. “Make sure you let them know you’re my man.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” he said with a smile, then glanced over at the clock. “Look, I gotta get to work.”
I watched him put on his shoes and frowned. “Aren’t you gonna take a shower first?”
“Nah, baby, I’m wearing you to work today.” Leaning down, he kissed me. “I get to smell you all mothafuckin’ day.” He kissed me once more and headed for the door.
I was grinning. As long as he smelled like me, I didn’t have to worry about him being up under some other woman at work today. And that’s just the way I liked it.
37
Renee
It wasn’t long before I found myself falling for Kenny, which I thought was crazy since he is absolutely nothing like the men I am used to dating. And maybe that’s the reason I was attracted to him, because he was absolutely different from John.
We have been dating for a month. I’ve used every trick in the book to keep that man coming and he was doing just that—cumming. I kept on making sure he saw what he had with me so that he could think about what he’d be giving up when he married Reese.
One night I lay in bed and had to laugh. This relationship felt like something out of the popular eighties movie, Revenge of the Nerds.
I was happy. Kenny was a man who believed in taking care of his woman. Every Friday he left money on my nightstand. If I mentioned I needed something, he took care of it. It was a great feeling. Good sex was the icing on the cake. The only thing standing in the way was Reese’s tired-looking ass. I couldn’t understand how he could be marrying her if he spent the majority of his nights with me.
One evening while lying in his arms, I asked him.
“I don’t know,” he said following a deep breath. “My family says I’m crazy. We’ve been living together for so long, so what’s the point of ruining a good thing.”
“So why are you?”
He rolled onto his back and signaled for me to rest my head on his chest before he continued. “We attended her cousin’s wedding and she asked me when we were going to get married. We had been drinking and I guess I got caught up in the moment because any other time she asked me that, I told her why ruin a good thing, but that time I told her to go ahead and set a date. The next day her best friend had dragged me to the jewelry store to find her a ring.”
“Do you love her?”
“Yeah. She’s a good girl who’s put up with a lot of my shit for years. More than any woman should have to put up with.”
Sounded to me like she was stuck on stupid.
“They don’t offer medical insurance at her job, and I feel after all this time she deserves it.
”
“Sounds more like obligation than love.”
Kenny heaved a heavy sigh. “Maybe. I do love her, but if I had known I would meet you I would have never agreed.”
I was quiet for a long time. “If you could change anything, what would it be?”
“Sleeping with Reese’s sister.”
“What!” I sat up straight on the bed. Did he say sister?
“You can’t tell anyone, especially Kayla.”
I shook my head. “I won’t.”
He gestured for me to lay my head on his chest before he began. “Baby, I used to be a really bad boy. A real bad boy. It was about four years ago. Her sister stayed over. Reese went to work and I was moving down the hall and I saw her sister lying there butt naked. Next thing I knew I was in the bed screwing her.”
I couldn’t believe he was telling me this.
“Her sister ended up telling Reese, trying to break us up. It took us a while to rebuild our relationship after that.”
Reese must be desperate to forgive a man who fucked her own sister. Damn!
He wrapped his arms around me. “I try to be honest with you. When I get married I want you to know that nothing is going to change.”
“Nothing?”
He kissed the top of my head. “Nothing except her last name.”
I had to smile at his attempt to reassure me. “We can just enjoy each other until then.”
He lifted off the pillow and stared down at me. “Oh, so it’s over once I get married?”
I shrugged. “I’ve never been one to mess with a married man.”
Kenny rolled me onto my back. “Then I guess I better keep making it good to you so you won’t want to leave me.”
I’d be happier if you’d just go ahead and leave her.
Long after we got done making love and Kenny left for home, I lay in bed thinking about him. My cell phone beeped, and I looked over on my nightstand. Smiled when I saw it was him. He never called the house at night because he didn’t want to disturb my kids.
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