by SK
Clearing her throat, she tried to take her mind off of what was tucked inside his jeans. “I’m sure you’re used to women falling all over themselves, but if you didn’t get the message when we first met, let me break it down to you in language you’ll understand: I’m not interested in fucking you.” Jerra was aware many people took her blunt nature for rudeness, but she knew no other way to be. Her eyes traveled over him in an unconscious expression of disdain. “You’re not my type. So why don’t you move on to someone more willing. Something tells me they’ll gladly open their legs for you, because mine are staying firmly closed.”
Turning on her heel, she walked away leaving him staring after her with a look of surprise. What the fuck? The panties should’ve been in his pocket by now.
Darrell was gorgeous, and he knew it. Over six feet with caramel coloring, he’d lost count of the times he’d been told he resembled that actor Allen Payne - only better looking. With the occupation he was in, keeping his body on point was a full time job in itself. His chest, arms and thighs were hard with defined muscles, and his abs were practically ripped works of art. In fact, his six pac had graced the covers of several fitness magazines, so the pressure to stay in shape was a personal choice as well as a professional necessity.
He remained standing where he was as he thoughtfully studied Jerra. If the saying about the eyes being the window to the soul was true, in Darrell’s case, they represented the universe. His eyes changed colors according to his moods. When he became angry or emotional, they turned a dark, stormy gray. When he was lighthearted and all was right with his world, they were clear like skies right after a light summer rain moments before the sun broke through.
At the moment, a storm was brewing and they reflected that fact…
Running his hand over the short, black curls of his hair, his look turned to one of confusion. What in the hell had he done for her to dislike him so?
When she’d come by earlier to sign the contract with Club Ecstasy, he’d noticed her right away. Benny, the club’s manager, had been going over the paperwork with her, but there had been no need. Jerra was a lawyer, and had already thoroughly gone over the documents. She outlined a few revisions she wanted made, and after that the only thing needed was her signature.
Darrell had watched her on the security monitor in his office. He’d felt a sharp twinge of excitement he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Her curvaceous figure was shaped like a coke bottle he was dying to take a sip from.
Moments later, he’d walked into Benny’s office with the smile that was famous in Vegas. His eyes remained riveted to Jerra St. James’ face, and the jolt of electricity which hit him made him realize the attraction he’d felt wasn’t just a trick of the cameras. Apparently, she didn’t feel the same way. After giving him the once over, she’d immediately dismissed him and turned back to business. Glancing over at her now, Darrell realized her position concerning him hadn’t changed, even after witnessing his performance earlier. Shrugging his shoulders, he came to the conclusion that she was just one of those stuck up women with their ass on their back. Darrell grinned. She probably wore sensible cotton panties and bras and thought that was a turn on. No doubt Jerra was a beautiful woman, but that didn’t mean she knew how to fuck.
“Wow, I’m gonna have to mark this in my calendar. The mighty lover ‘Eclipse’ was shot down,” a voice laughed behind him. “Now that’s a sight I’ve never seen before as long as I’ve known you.”
Turning his head, he grinned wryly at his friend, Keith, who’d performed under the stage moniker Chocolate Fantasy. He had a honey under each arm, and Darrell knew that Keith would be fucking both of them.
“Hey, she’s just playin’ hard to get. I could tap that if I wanted to.” Darrell shrugged. “Don’t feel like putting out that much effort tonight.”
“Nah, man, I’on know about that. She didn’t exactly look thrilled when she walked away from you. I'm sure you’re not familiar with it, but the term is called ‘rejection’. Would you like me to give you one of mine?” Chocolate teasingly nodded towards the two women on either side of him.
Darrell slid him a look that clearly said ‘fuck you’. “I’ve never in my life needed charity pussy, man. I don’t need you to ‘find’ pussy for me.”
The thick sista on Chocolate’s left commented, “Well, if Jerra is the one you tryin’ to kick it with tonight, you can hang it up. She goes for the boring, professional types, what with her being a lawyer and all.” Looking at Darrell’s crouch, she licked her lips and said. “She wouldn’t know what to do with you, baby.”
Darrell looked at Jerra again. She was starting to organize the room and settle things with the staff who’d attended the bachelorette party. His eyes went over her from the top of her pretty little head to the bottom of her sexy stiletto enclosed feet. Her thick, black hair was pulled back in a tight bun which sat on the nape of her neck, almost taunting Darrell to free the silky strands and let them cascade like a flowing waterfall through his fingers.
Her complexion was creamy chocolate and looked unbelievably smooth. Eyeing her curves in the short, black dress, he couldn’t help but notice how it fit her like a second skin. Darrell shook his head. Such a waste to have a body like that and not know what to do with it.
Once again dismissing that situation, Darrell decided to find someone eager to have a good time tonight. He was horny as hell and intended to get laid. Out of town pussy would be just perfect - no drama in the morning. Before he had taken two steps, he heard Chocolate say, “I bet you three C notes you can’t hit that.”
Darrell froze, then stepped backwards until he was staring in Chocolate‘s face. “You must want to lose all that money you made tonight, right? You know I always win the bets,” he grinned.
“You scared this might be the one you actually lose?” Chocolate issued the challenge.
Never being one to back down, Darrell’s gray eyes darkened as he picked up the gauntlet. “Ai‘ight - but double it just for doubting me and you got a deal.” Chocolate grinned before he stuck his hand out to shake on the bet.
Moving his eyes over Jerra again, Darrell knew he’d have to work a little bit to hit it, but he didn’t doubt for a moment he could fuck her if he wanted to. Afterwards, he’d just have to get a real woman to satisfy his appetite tonight because he doubted very seriously if Jerra’s frigid ass would be able to douse the blaze burning like wildfire in his loins.
Chapter 8
Marcus’ attention never wavered from Aleesha as she walked over.
“Hi,” she said in a soft, nervous voice.
His eyes went to her lips. "Hi - again."
"You could at least try and act like you don't want to eat me for a midnight snack, Marcus," Aleesha smiled.
Marcus’ expression remained dead serious. "Oh, I wanna eat you, but it won’t be for a snack." Aleesha quickly lowered her eyes at his bold statement. This man definitely didn't mince words. Nibbling the corner of her lip, she began to second guess the decision she’d made. "I want you. You know that, don’t you?" Marcus saw no need to beat around the bush.
"Yes," Aleesha answered.
Marcus glanced up to make sure they weren't being watched before stepping closer. Licking his lips, he lowered his voice an octave. "And you want me too." It wasn't a question. Aleesha nodded, still unable to look him in the eye. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and struggled to rein in his attraction for her which was rapidly raging out of control. "Where’s the bathroom?"
Aleesha frowned at the abrupt question. "Down the hall to the right."
Without saying another word, he walked in the direction she indicated. Looking back at her he paused then beckoned her to follow him with a tilt of his head before leaving the room.
Glancing around once more, Aleesha noticed that everyone was doing their own thing and was not paying the slightest bit of attention to her. Expelling the breath she had been holding, she trailed behind him until she got to the bathroom door. She raised her h
and to knock, but hesitated. Maybe Jerra was right. Maybe she had lost her mind. Maybe…
Suddenly the door opened. Aleesha let out a surprised cry when Marcus reached out and pulled her inside.
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As everyone prepared to move to the party to the “after party” in a nearby hotel, Jerra noticed Aleesha was nowhere to be found - and neither was her stripper friend. Wanting to let her know they were all leaving, Jerra started towards the back to look for her, but stopped when Keisha stepped in front of her and cut her off.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To make sure Aleesha’s alright and tell her we’re leaving.” Jerra tried to sidestep around Keisha, but Keisha moved with her and placed her hands on her hips and shook her head.
“No you’re not. I’ll go. She doesn’t need you busting in there and mean muggin’ ‘ole boy like you did earlier tonight.” Jerra’s eyes narrowed as she glowered at Keisha. Keisha pointed a finger at her. “See?! Like that. You need to save those looks for the courtroom, not a party.”
“Fine. But make sure she tells him to wear a condom,” Jerra snapped.
“Jerra, please, take the stick outta your ass. Aleesha’s not stupid….” Giving her one last look, Keisha turned on her heel, mentally making a note to remind Aleesha to make the stripper wear a condom.
Darrell stood across the room watching Jerra the way a hawk watched its next meal. Their eyes collided and held for a moment before Jerra quickly looked away. Darrell’s lips curled up as he watched her walk in the opposite direction.
Soon…
He looked around for Marcus to thank him again for helping get him out of a tight spot tonight. Marcus used to work in the club and, along with Darrell, had been one of Men of Fantasy’s most popular dancers. If a performer built up a reputation and huge following in the business, the money was exceptionally good. Marcus and Darrell had been two to reach that level of success. Marcus, however, always had a game plan. With his earnings he’d put himself through medical school and was now a well-respected doctor. Darrell couldn’t be more proud of him. Ever since they were kids, they’d talked about being rich and successful.
Darrell co-owned one of the most happening clubs in Vegas, Club Ecstasy, along with two others that enjoyed the same amount of success in Atlanta and New York. Lines of people steadily wrapped around the building on a nightly basis, hoping to get in. The dancers had performed tonight were members of Club Ecstasy’s male revue. Men of Fantasy were in high demand in Vegas as well as other cities, and was one of the must see attractions on Tuesday nights at Club Ecstasy. Darrell made serious paper, and due to smart investments, was on his way to becoming an extremely wealthy man. In fact, he could quit working now if he chose to, but that wasn’t Darrell’s style. Few people were aware that he was co-owner of the club which was fine with him. He didn’t perform all of the time, but it helped him to keep his edge.
When he looked around again and saw no sign of Marcus or Aleesha, he knowingly smiled. Marcus had been feenin’ for that lil shorty since she’d run out on him last night. Funny how it turned out it was her bachelorette party they had been hired to dance at. Darrell guessed Marcus was all up in that right about now, so he doubted he’d see him anymore tonight. Bringing his attention back to Jerra, he caught her staring again before she averted her eyes. His lips twisted in anticipation.
That’s right, mami. It’s on.
Chapter 9
Marcus kept a firm but loose grip on Aleesha’s wrist after he pulled her into the bathroom. He closed and locked the door then pushed her back against the wall before hungrily thrusting his tongue down her throat. Aleesha returned the kiss just as eagerly.
Smoothing his hands down her frame until he came to the roundness of her ass, he firmly grinded into the soft spot between her leg, letting her feel how utterly aroused he was. Before she was aware of what he’d done, her shorts were unsnapped and his seeking fingers were plunging down her panties until he came to her low-shaven mound. Marcus let out a low hiss as his fingers came in contact with the swollen folds of her femininity.
"Damn," he whispered. "You're so wet, baby.” His middle finger slipped between the narrow slit and followed the moist path that led him straight to her purring kitty.
"Mmmmm…" Aleesha bit down on her lip and moved in time to his finger’s command.
Marcus covered her mouth with his again and swallowed her moans as he gave her a slow, thorough finger fuck. Tearing her lips away from his, Aleesha leaned her head back against the wall.
"Marcus..." she moaned.” Please. Please. Please…."
Sensing she was about to cum, he slid his thumb lightly over her clit. Aleesha reached up and clenched the front of his shirt in a desperate grasp. She held on tight as she fell over the edge of unbelievable pleasure. Marcus pulled her close to quiet her high pitched shrieks until her body slowly relaxed.
Breathing heavily, Aleesha collapsed against his chest. Half growling, Marcus pushed her shorts down until they dropped to the floor. When he lifted her up, Aleesha wrapped her legs around his waist and rained kisses along his neck while he walked over to the bathroom counter.
Sitting her down between the double sinks, he bent her knees so that her feet rested flat on the surface. When Marcus opened her thighs and dropped to his knees, Aleesha leaned back against the mirror and watched him through half closed eyes while unconsciously holding her breath in anticipation of his lips kissing hers below.
Marcus used his fingers to separate the lips of her vagina and stared in fascination. “Damn you got a pretty pussy….” Aleesha whined with need in response to the erotic statement. “Perfectly formed…pink and juicy…just ready to be eaten…” He pulled his eyes away and looked up at her with desire evident on his face. “…like a sweet, ripe Georgia peach.”
“Marcus…”
Licking his lips, Marcus decided to put an end to her tortuous wait. He extended his tongue and licked her from her ass to her thick, creamy center. Her juices flowed like a running faucet.
"Mmm..." She tasted just as good as he knew she would. Licking again and again, he continued to tell her how sweet her peach truly was. Pushing his tongue deep inside her, he moved it around her entire pussy, making sure he left not one corner of it untouched.
Hearing the obvious enjoyment he experienced from eating her womanly fruit excited Aleesha even more. Marcus gently sucked her clit between his soft lips and teased the hard nubby flesh. Pushing the hood back, he made humming noises in throat that sent vibrations of pleasure running from her clitoris to her pussy. Aleesha couldn’t hold it in. She screamed…loudly.
Sensing she was on the verge of another orgasm, Marcus slipped his hands underneath her ass so that his lips were practically attached to her flesh. He tongued her in the same hungry manner he’d tongued her mouth a little while ago. Marcus rapidly licked her clit again and again, this time a little firmer than before.
Not caring who heard her screaming at this point, Aleesha reached down and pulled him closer until his face was buried between her thighs. Marcus devoured her with a single minded determination as he strived to reach his goal, and that was to make her lose her got damn mind. As her moans reached a fevered pitch, he eagerly ate her pussy and did it well. He showed no mercy as Aleesha’s inner muscles clenched and contracted as an intense orgasm claimed her. Marcus whispered his satisfaction as she came in his mouth.
Delicious.
After the spasms slowly began to subside, Aleesha loosened her grip on his head and leaned back against the mirror. Opening her eyes, she watched him as he eagerly cleaned his plate. She had never seen a man take such pleasure in making a woman feel good. The fact that he actually liked eating pussy no doubt made him an expert at the task.
Finally satisfied that he’d gotten every drop of her cream, he looked up at her and smiled when he saw her observing him with a satisfied expression on her face. After he stood up, Aleesha scooted to the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs aroun
d his waist. She pulled his mouth down to hers and gave him a deep, wet kiss. As they drew apart, he smiled that sexy grin of his again. "Your pussy tastes good, doesn't it?"
Aleesha laughed and gently bit his bottom lip as she began to unbutton his shirt while trailing suckling kisses along his strong neck. Marcus tilted his head to the side and growled in pleasure at the way she swiped her tongue across his beating pulse. He placed his hand on the back of her head, silently telling her not to stop.
When she finished unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers clumsily unbuckled his belt and then unsnapped his pants. Aleesha gave him a self-conscious smile, but he only reached up and ran a finger slowly along her cheek as he waited. Just as she was getting ready to slide her hands down the front of his jeans and grab what she’d been thinking about since last night, they heard a knock on the door.
"Aleesha..." Hearing Keisha’s voice calling her name, Marcus groaned and leaned down until his forehead touched hers. "Leesha, I know you're in there. I need to talk to you for a second." When Aleesha still didn’t answer, Keisha blew loudly from exasperation. "Look, Leesha, it was either me or Jerra. I had to practically tell her ass off to stop her from coming to find you. It'll only take a minute."
A quiet curse escaped Marcus. "She’s not gonna leave, is she?” Aleesha reluctantly moved her head from side to side. Marcus sighed and stepped back. “I guess you'd better see what she wants."
Letting out a frustrated breath, he lifted her off the counter. His eyes followed the sway and movement of her naked ass as she walked over and pulled her shorts on. Aleesha glanced back at him and smiled when she caught him staring. Opening the door, she impatiently hissed, "Keisha, what is it?"