“Why was it so hard to tell me that when I asked you when we met that day at your property?”
“I told you why. Jessica is part of a past I want to forget.”
“What about when she told you that she wanted you and you kissed her?”
I heard him breathe frustratingly over the phone. At the same time, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Jonathan. “Can you hold a minute?”
“Okay.”
I placed the phone face down on the kitchen counter and went to go get the door.
“Hey, sexy!” Jonathan was standing on the other side.
“Come in.”
“Nice place you got here. How much does a crib like this run?” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Thanks. Have a seat.” I started walking over to pick up the phone and say goodbye to Sean.
“You got something to drink?” Jonathan asked, following me into the kitchen. He was so close to the phone I knew that Sean had heard him. I held up my index finger to my lips and then pointed to the phone.
“Oh!” Jonathan said, quietly.
“Hello?”
“Yes, I’m still here.”
“Look, I was just headed out the door when you called.”
“Who was that man in the background?” So, he had heard Jonathan.
I walked into my bedroom for some privacy from Jonathan. “Look, he’s a friend of mine.”
“You got a new boyfriend?”
“No, he’s not my boyfriend, just a friend.”
“So, it’s like that, huh? As soon as you get a break from me, you’ve already got a boyfriend to replace me.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Oh, really. So, you wanna play that game?” he continued, and I could tell he was getting angry.
“What game? I’m not about to play any games with you. It’s over between us, Sean? What do you expect?”
“Okay, fine. Now, I have my confirmation that it’s over. That is all I needed. If you have already moved on, then I will move on, as well, with no problems.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, with no problems? I’m sure you won’t have any problems with Jessica offering you her pussy so freely every time she sees you!”
“I’m not interested in Jessica. Besides, she’s not the only one offering me pussy so freely.”
“Get over yourself, you arrogant bastard. Do you want me to be jealous? Because I’m not.”
“No, I’m just letting you know that if you’ve moved on, then I don’t have any problems with doing the same.”
“It’s not a competition. There is no race to the finish line. I told you that the night I broke it off with you and I meant it.”
“Okay. Goodbye, Karlina.” He hung up the phone.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and mentally counted to ten. Anything to keep myself from blowing up and throwing the cell phone across the room.
I walked out into the living area and Jonathan was seated on my couch, thumbing through a copy of a magazine.
He looked up when I came out. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t cause any problems, did I?”
“Oh, what do you care?”
“You’re right, I don’t care. I want you all to myself.”
“You wanted a drink?” I asked, walking over to my kitchen.
“Uh-huh. Ice water.” He nodded, turning to the next page in the magazine.
As I poured him a glass of ice water, I shouted back to him in the living room. “You’re driving, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I can. Why?”
I walked over to him and handed him the ice water. “I need a drink too. And I don’t mean ice water.”
“Sure. I’ll be your designated driver tonight.” He downed the glass of ice water in about five seconds. “Under one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re all mine tonight. No cell phones, no boyfriend calling. All mine.”
“You won’t have anything to worry about. I’ve already taken care of that.”
I grabbed my purse and we were out the door.
When we arrived, I immediately ordered a strong mixed drink. I sat next to the table and watched Jonathan play one game of pool with a group of guys. The bar was filled with mostly males, but there was also a handful of females making me feel more comfortable with my surroundings. After the guys had left, Jonathan motioned for me to come over to join him.
“Wanna play?”
“Sure. I think the object of the game is to hit as many balls in the hole with this one, right?”
Jonathan laughed. “Right.” He began racking up the balls in the center of the table.
“You break, okay?” Jonathan handed me a stick.
“Sure.” I placed the stick on the table.
“Baby, let me show you how to hold the stick, all right?”
He moved behind me and placed his hands on top of mine and moved them. “Now, you wanna look down the line of the stick and hit right here for a nice firm break…”
“Okay.”
He moved away from me and watched as I hit the ball where he instructed to break the triangle.
“Good, you got two, so it’s still your go.”
I tried to hit another ball in a hole, unsuccessfully. “Shoot!” I exclaimed.
“That’s okay. With practice, you can be good.”
When the waitress came back by, Jonathan ordered me another drink. By the time I was done with my second drink, I was already feeling the effects. I asked Jonathan to order me another.
“You sure?” he asked
“I’m fine,” I lied, nodding my head.
Jonathan racked up another set of balls and made the break to get the game started.
When it was my turn, I bent over the pool table to make a shot. I must have already been out of it because I missed the ball altogether.
“Almost,” Jonathan said. “Let me help you.” He placed his arms around me and put his hands over mine as he had done before.
Without thinking, I moved back into him until my ass was touching the front of his pants. He moved back a little and said, “If you do that again, I’ll take that as an invitation.”
“Do what?” I asked as he used my hands to make a shot in one of the corner pockets. “This?”
I moved my behind into his groin again. This time, the bulge was larger, confirming his excitement.
“Karlina…”
We both stood up straight and I turned around so that he was really close to me. We were so close that my breasts were pressed up against his chest. “I’m just giving you what you asked for. Me, all to yourself.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean, I do want you to myself, but…”
“But, what?”
“You’re taken.”
“That never stopped you before.”
“Are you sure about this?”
I reached up and smoothed my hand up his chest to the side of his neck. “You wanted the pussy, Jonathan. I’m offering it to you now, no strings attached, just like you want it,” I whispered.
“Karlina, you’re drunk.”
“I know.”
“Let’s go have a seat,” he said, pulling my hands from his neck and holding on to one of them. He placed both sticks on the table and led me toward a different part of the pool hall, away from our unfinished game of pool.
We sat side by side in a booth area behind the bar and close to the back. “Karlina, I like you a lot, but I know you’re drunk, and I’m not going to take advantage of that.”
“Okay, Jonathan,” I said. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then downed the last few swallows of my drink.
All that was left was a cherry and the ice. Jonathan was looking at the empty glass, as well. He seemed hopeful.
I picked up the cherry by the stem and held it up to Jonathan. “Want it?”
Jonathan leaned forward and the cherry disappeared between his lips. His lips were smooth and sexy. As if reading
my mind, Jonathan pulled my face towards his and bent in to kiss me. At first, he just kissed me lightly, and then began to suck on my lips gently. He coaxed my mouth open and thrust inside. Our tongues intertwined with each other as we kissed anxiously.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this,” Jonathan mumbled. Did he regret kissing me? Why?
“What are you afraid of?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Okay, whatever.”
“Karlina, I wanted to tell you something. Let’s get out of here and go somewhere less noisy.”
“Okay.” I grabbed him by the hand and we walked out of the bar.
When we were in the car, I invited him back to my place. Whatever he wanted to tell me must not have been really important because he was quiet the whole way there.
“Want something to drink?” I asked, pulling off my heels as we got into my condo.
“Yeah. Ice water.”
I walked over to the kitchen and made him ice water, then poured myself a cranberry juice and vodka. I felt so good, and I didn’t want anything to ruin how I felt.
When I handed him the water, he said, “Did you just make yourself another drink?”
“Yes.” I took a sip and sat down next to him. I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he raised the glass to his lips.
“Jonathan? You know how you keep telling me that you don’t care about my man?”
“Yes.” He turned and gave me his undivided attention.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m no longer in a relationship.”
“What?” He looked confused.
“I broke up with my boyfriend the night we saw each other at the club.”
“W-Why?” He didn’t seem too happy about it. I took another sip of my drink.
“We had a big argument. You’re not happy?”
“No. No, I mean…I’m happy. I just thought maybe you got rid of him because of me.”
“Well, not exactly. But now that he’s gone, you don’t have to worry about anyone.”
Finally, he looked at me and smiled. It was the smile that I was used to. I placed my drink on a side table then lifted myself up on my knees and straddled his thighs. I was now face-to-face with him, staring into his enchanting green eyes. I leaned in and began placing small kisses against his lips and face. He lifted my chin and kissed me on the neck. I arched my back and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. He moved his hands up to caress my bare skin under my tank top. His hands were all over me. On my back, on the nape of my neck, down inside my jeans, on my stomach, and on my hips. He felt me as if it were his first time touching a woman’s body. He reached under my tank top again and skillfully unhooked my bra in the back. Under my tank, he reached up and squeezed one breast in his hand. I lifted my shirt up over my head, slid my bra down my arms, and watched his eyes as they moved over my breasts.
“What is it that you wanted to tell me, Jonathan?” I asked.
“Not a thing.” Both his hands were rubbing at my breasts. “Not a damn thing,” he mumbled. He lowered his head and suckled my breast softly at first and then more aggressively.
“You like that?” I whispered into his ear.
“Yeah.”
“This is an invite, Jonathan.”
“I know. And I’ve just accepted. Get out of those jeans and let me show you why I got a license in massage therapy.”
“Let’s go to my room.”
He picked me up while I was straddling him then walked into my bedroom and lay me on the bed. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled everything down my legs in one slide. “Turn over.”
I obeyed his instructions. I felt his soft hands on my shoulders and back, massaging and kneading aches away that I never knew existed. “Ooooo, Jonathan, that feels really good.”
He had moved from my back to my waist area. It felt so relaxing that I could almost fall asleep. “Harder or softer,” he asked.
“Softer,” I responded.
He had just reached my ass, and he moved his hands softly over my curves, squeezing my cheeks softly in his hands. Then something softer replaced his hands. He used his lips to place small kisses on my neck, back, waist, and ass. “Turn around so I can look at you.”
When I turned around, he leaned forward and kissed me. My core was aching and ready to explode. He sensed this when I moved my pelvis up to meet his. He started again by massaging my breasts and placing small kisses around the areola before sucking the nipples. Then he moved even lower to my abdomen and pressed my muscles with the palms of his hands, softly, causing a hundred butterflies to accumulate in my stomach. His hands were so dangerously close to my aching center. When he reached my pelvis, I almost bucked off the bed. He bent over and placed little kisses on my pelvis area and on the mound above my core. I was shaking in anticipation by now. He used two fingers to find my clit and moved it around in circles. By this time, he had knelt down and was looking at me, observing every response and moan that each stroke brought forth. He slid the same two fingers into my wet opening, stroking slowing. He used his free hand to massage my pelvis area. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and looked me in the eyes as he licked my juices off. He pushed the fingers back into my opening and finger fucked me. This time, his fingers went deeper and stroked harder. I closed my eyes and began to breathe heavily as his fingers worked their magic.
“Oh, my gosh…” I moaned, trembled, and came all over his fingers.
I heard his zipper and opened my eyes.
He pulled his heavy erection out and began to stroke himself with his other hand still working my pussy. In no time, he had exploded a heavy load of come all over my thighs and on the sheets under me.
When we were both calm, I said, “You’re good. You brought me over with just your fingers.”
“I know I’m good.”
“Thanks, I needed that massage.” I rose from the bed and grabbed a spaghetti strapped dress from my closet and pulled it over my head.
“I’m gonna leave, okay?” Jonathan came up behind me and kissed my cheek. “I had a really good time with you, as always.”
I led him towards the door.
“I’ll call you early next week if not sooner,” I said.
He gave me one last kiss and hurried down the hall. I closed the door behind him.
My instant gratification didn’t last for long. Within hours, I felt empty again.
20
It was Tuesday after work, and I was catching up on some of my weekly shopping for some groceries and other items. I would usually go on Sunday, but I had gotten caught up in beginning to make a list of things and packing just in case I found somewhere to move. I had already begun my search of looking for another less expensive condo. The place where I was at would soon go on a higher month-to-month lease and I couldn’t afford the increase at the moment.
My cell phone rang. I looked down at the screen. Sean’s name flashed. I sent the call to voicemail.
After paying for my groceries, I exited the store. As soon as I turned the corner to go out of the sliding glass doors, I ran straight into Sean. He jumped back in time and looked startled. Then, when he saw my face, he looked shocked.
“Now you’re trying to run me over, huh?”
I smacked my lips together. “You’ve been following me.” I maneuvered my shopping cart around him and started heading out the door.
I knew that he would turn around and come after me. “So, you’re going to do me like that, now? I haven’t seen you in over a month and you’re acting like this.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“How have you been?” He asked, walking alongside me through the parking lot.
“I’ve been very well. And yourself?”
“Not so good. You look beautiful, as always.” Not expecting that to come out of his mouth, I turned and looked at him. His expression told me that he was dead serious. And he was indeed checking me out. My daily gym visits must have real
ly been paying off.
Not wanting to start an argument with him, I decided to play it cool and act like an adult rather than a child holding a grudge. I didn’t want it to seem that I was still angry and couldn’t get over him. “Thanks.”
“I have a closing tomorrow and I’m here to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate. By myself, I guess,” he said.
“Do what you gotta do.”
“The place is really nice. The builder and designer paid good attention to detail. It looks really spacious. I think it’s a little over three thousand square feet…something like that,” he said, nervously.
I pulled the cart up next to my car. When the trunk opened, Sean automatically started grabbing bags and placing them inside. Before I could reach in, he moved my hands away and said, “You let me do this.”
“I’m capable of putting my own groceries in my car.”
“I know that you’re capable.” He grabbed the last of the bags and placed them in the trunk, then gave the empty cart to a cart attendant passing by.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He leaned against my car with his arms folded. He had that look on his face, as if he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’m glad that I decided to stop by here, after all.”
I couldn’t help but give him the once over. He was in motorcycle gear and he had his shirtsleeves rolled up and cuffed just below his elbows, revealing the bulky muscles in his lower arms. I recalled licking his tattoos, and tried to rid the vision from my head. As he leaned against my car, obviously giving me the once over again, I took a quick glance at the sizable bulge in the front of his pants. I felt a quick flash of heat rush through my pelvis area just thinking about the things that his now concealed ten-inch rod and wicked tongue had done to me. With his looks, it was no wonder he had women offering themselves to him so freely. It was also no surprise that once they knew what he was working with that they weren’t quick to let him go, as in Jessica’s case. Well, I knew there were other fish in the sea. He wasn’t the only one for me.
“Well, are you going to let me leave? Or am I going to have to attempt to run you over again?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
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