Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES)

by SK

Suddenly uncomfortable, Jerra shifted in her chair and reached for her glass. She took several swallows of her Leg Spreader cocktail to try and control the urge to spread her own legs right now. She briefly closed her eyes at the spark of electricity flaring between her tightly clenched thighs. It had been so long since she'd had sex. Months. The last thing she needed was someone whose dick was big enough to be nicknamed 'Eclipse' looking at her as if he knew exactly what she craved and was willing to deliver it to her, no questions asked.

  God he is one of the sexiest men I've ever seen, Jerra though to herself. What is it with the damn strippers here in Vegas??

  Darrell noticed the way she squirmed in her chair and knew the reason why. He casually slid his hand up his thigh and cupped his dick which was now thickly outlined underneath the material of his jeans. He squeezed its length to remind her that she could have it if she wanted it.

  Following the movement, Jerra bit her bottom lip and instantly became wet. She read the unspoken invitation in his eyes and tried to look away to reject the offer, but the desire she saw brewing in his wouldn't release her. Jerra knew there was no way she could fuck him after coming down on Aleesha for wanting to do the same thing with the stripper she was with back in the hotel room, and Keisha would never let her live it down.

  But what could they say if they didn't know?

  Darrell’s eyes never left Jerra’s face and knew the exact moment she gave in. Yeah, this started off as a bet with his boy, but he’d be damned if he didn't want to fuck her more than he wanted his next breath. Feeling his manhood swell at the thought of getting between those thick thighs of hers, Darrell stood up and leaned down and placed his hands on either side of her chair.

  "Meet me in Room 1013..." he whispered. Then he lightly nipped the lobe of her ear, causing her entire body to shiver in reaction. "....and don't keep me waiting."

  Jerra's pussy jumped reflexively in response to the demand. She couldn’t help but watch him as he slowly sauntered off as if he didn't have a care in the world before becoming lost in the crowd. The man's swagger was ridiculous and his confidence served as an aphrodisiac which turned her on as much as his perfect body. God help her if her friends ever discovered what she was about to do, but the promise of satisfaction he offered overruled any fear that may have plagued her of them finding out. Standing up, she quickly slipped away unnoticed and headed towards the exit.

  An eclipse was predicted tonight and it was going to happen in Room 1013.

  Chapter 12

  The elevator came to a stop on the tenth floor. Jerra stepped out and wandered down the hall until she saw his room. Surprisingly, she wasn’t nervous. The sexual craving and strong anticipation for what only he could give her overrode any apprehension her decision to sleep with him may have caused. She’d always been a decisive woman. Once she made up her mind about something, there were no second thoughts or further debate. Plus, she already knew the sex with Darrell was going to be good.

  No, not just good. Cataclysmic.

  Jerra slowly approached Room 1013 and stared at the numbers for a moment. She’d just lifted her hand to knock when she noticed the door was slightly ajar. Knowing he had left it open for her, Jerra shook her head. He was so damned arrogant.

  Tempted to just walk away and teach him a lesson, the steady throbbing between her legs scratched that idea as soon as it became a thought. Instead, she further pushed the door open and cautiously peeked in. The lights were lowered and dimmed to a soft glow. Stepping inside, Jerra closed the door and took several steps until a movement caught her eye.

  Darrell was casually sitting on the couch watching her. Jerra’s pulse sped up at the sexy picture he made. His clothing consisted only of a pair of soft, stonewashed jeans he’d left provocatively unsnapped. His feet were bare and crossed at the ankles. Jerra’s eyes ran over his chest and tight stomach. Once again, she thought about how gorgeous was.

  They stared at each other, neither saying a word, but they didn’t need to. Both knew why she was there so there was reason to pretend. Jerra unpinned her hair from its usual bun, fluffing the wavy strands with her hands until they fell to the middle of her back in a shiny curtain.

  Holding Darrell’s gaze with her own, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She slowly peeled it down past her breasts to her waist and shimmied from side to side a bit to help ease the tight material over her round, generous hips. Hooking her thumbs on each side of the dress, she pulled it the rest of the way off and let it land to the floor in a puddled heap.

  Darrell shifted deeper into the cushions. He placed his arms along the back of the couch and whispered to himself, "Hell, yeah…"

  From the moment he first saw her, he’d known Jerra had a great body, but there was no way he could’ve imagined it was bangin’ like what he was looking at. She was fucking hot! His eyes latched onto her large firm breasts as they practically spilled over the top of her black demi cup bra as if beckoning his fingers to slip them out of the confining cups. The hard pebbles of her nipples were visible beneath the sheer lace. Her waist dipped in then flared out to showcase the shape of her traffic stopping hips. Darrell’s eyes traveled down to her stomach and became fixated on the apex of her thighs. Again, the material of her thong was the sheerest of sheer, giving him a clear view of her smoothly shaven kitty. Darrell's tongue came out and licked his bottom lip as his thoughts ran rampant. Damn, he couldn’t wait to taste her!

  Jerra watched Darrell the entire time and knew exactly what he was thinking because she was thinking the same thing. Walking towards him, she cupped her breasts in each of her hands, squeezing them much like he’d squeezed his dick at the table in Nouveau in order to send him the exact message he’d extended to her - anything he saw now was his for the taking.

  Darrell all but stopped breathing as he watched her slowly approaching him with one of the sexiest walks he'd ever seen on a woman. With an effort, he wrenched his eyes away from her body and acknowledged her message with an RSVP of his own. He most definitely intended to partake in the planned activities scheduled for tonight.

  Jerra trailed one hand lightly down her stomach until her fingertips touched the thin elastic string at the top of her thong. By this time, she was standing about an arm’s length away from Darrell. With eyes half closed, she slipped her hand inside the triangle of wispy material and over the smooth front of her hairless mound until she got to the outside of the lips that seemed to pulsate under his intense gaze.

  Still kneading her breast with the other hand, Jerra slid her middle finger up the wet tunnel leading to her throbbing pussy. Her head fell back as her mouth opened and her eyes closed in pleasure. Pulling the finger out coated with her thick, opaque cream, Jerra circled it around her swollen clit, smearing her body's juice over the rigid nub. Seeing the lust displayed on Darrell’s face only increased the enjoyment the inner exhibitionist in her derived.

  By now Darrell was hard as a brick. His fingers were digging into the couch as he watched her uninhibited display. Breathing deeply, Jerra opened her eyes and gave him a look filled with wanting. She brought her fingers to his mouth and spread her feminine essence over his lips. Darrell grabbed her wrist and sucked the fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of every drop of her flavor.

  Unable to take it anymore, he sat on the edge of the sofa and pulled her to him. Palming her round ass, he squeezed handfuls of the soft flesh. Jerra’s hue reminded him of the way he liked to drink his coffee – rich, earthy, and dark brown. He briefly looked up at her when he felt her hands smoothing over his hair before leaning forward to kiss her taunt stomach. As he licked around her navel, the tip of his tongue lightly dipped in and out of it, causing her to shiver and clench her fingers in reflex.

  Darrell quickly drew her thong down her thick, smooth thighs, steadying her by keeping his hands on her hips as she stepped out of them. Groaning, he lifted one of her legs and propped her foot up on the couch so that she was left open and exposed in front of his face. He ran his ha
nd over the feminine contoured muscle of her calf, around to her knee, then up her thigh before continuing the journey to spread the swollen folds that protected her fruit. Prepared to head down south and get started on the first course, he suddenly froze.

  Glancing up at Jerra with an expression akin to shock, he brought his eyes back to the erotic, unexpected surprise he’d found: her clitoral hood was pierced. Right then and there, he swore to never take another woman for granted again. Darrell wasn’t a man who was easily thrown off balance; he usually read women perfectly. However, Jerra had given him one surprise after the other tonight. He moved his thumb to her clit, lightly touching the pierced stub.

  Animalistic rumbles of satisfaction sounded from his throat as he leaned his head down and quickly licked her womanly pearl. Jerra hummed and moved her hips toward his mouth. Her kitty became wetter as he pushed a finger inside of it while sucking her protruding clit. With each lap of his tongue and suction of his mouth, the barbell shaped stub pressed against her clitoris. Exquisitely agonizing bolts of lightning struck her core with unerring accuracy. His tongue was like a whip slicing against her sensitive flesh. Writhing with every lash, Jerra pushed his head closer between her thighs and wantonly fucked his face. Darrell dug his fingers in her ass cheeks as his tongue spanked the hell out of her pussy. Jerra’s high pitched cry was keen and piercing as her orgasm hit her with the force of an earthquake. Wave upon wave of pleasure shot through her as her hips jerked and gyrated in his hands and cum flowed onto his taste buds. Wanting every bit, he greedily licked and swallowed the flowing ripples of her sweet river.

  Darrell ran his thumb over her clit once more then stood up. Towering over her, he threaded his fingers through her silky hair and held her head steady as he plundered her mouth. When Darrell’s hands went to the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, she tightly wrapped her legs around his waist. His mouth never left hers as he slowly walked to the bedroom and lay her down on the 800 thread count Egyptian sheets and quickly stripped his pants off. He reached in the drawer of the nightstand to get a condom, but before he was able to rip it open and slip it on, Jerra sat up and slipped her lips down his thick meat.

  "Damn…!" The expletive escaped Darrell before he could stop it. Licking his lips, he watched for a moment as Jerra handled her business before grabbing handfuls of her hair and guiding her head up and down his rigid pole. His teeth clenched until they ached in an effort to keep the guttural growls from turning into an out and out bitch cry.

  Moments away from busting his nut, Darrel pulled her back and dislodged her mouth rougher than he intended. Quickly rolling the condom up over his shaft, he pushed her onto the bed and crawled between the thighs she so eagerly parted for him. Darrell eased into her, trying to let her body get accustomed to his size.

  Jerra moaned and impatiently moved her hips. Darrell slid a couple of more inches in then pulled out to the tip, before repeating the movements.

  “Eclipse…”

  In spite of the intense concentration mode he was in in order to keep from plunging the entire span of his manhood inside of her, he laughed. “You can call me Darrell, baby.” He chuckled as he kissed the side of her neck.

  “Darrell. Eclipse. Whatever..! Fuck me! I want all of it. Every inch,” she moaned. “Please….”

  “I’m tryin’ not to hurt you.” Darrell’s control was steadily slipping.

  Jerra wildly shook her head from side to side. “Don’t worry about hurting me, just fuck me!” She determinedly lifted hips, trying to take what she wanted.

  Darrell growled and lost the battle. He slid his hands underneath her ass and thrust until his dick was swallowed whole by her pussy. He was balls deep and fought to stop the explosion which threatened to erupt from the tightness that enclosed him.

  Feeling as if she’d been split in two, Jerra screeched and tried to scramble away as Darrell impaled himself deep inside of her. "Ughh…! Waiittt...." Jerra put her hands on his chest to push him back.

  Grabbing her wrists, Darrell effortlessly held her hands over her head. "Wait for what, ma? You wanted this dick. Right…?”

  Darrel continued to fuck her, circling his hips and hitting her inner walls with a skill that had her moaning in an inexplicable combination of ecstatic pleasure mixed with breathtaking pain. Immersed in her creamy seas, he kept talking shit.

  “You can’t handle it…? Huh…? Is that what you sayin’…?” Suddenly, he swiftly inhaled when her inner muscles contracted and held for a moment before releasing him. “Aw fuck…!”

  Jerra was on an unbelievable high that was taking her straight to the heavens, and she didn’t plan on stopping until she was at the pearly gates. Darrell started varying his strokes, thrusting and digging deep before easing out and fucking her with the tip and making her beg for it.

  “How does it feel, Jerra Talk to me,” he whispered. “Tell Daddy what you want…” Before it was over, he planned on working this pussy like the pussy connoisseur he was to make sure she didn’t forget what he was throwing down on her tonight. By the time he finished with her, she was going to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she’d just been fucked by Darrell Jamar Monroe, punani extraordinaire. “You want me to stop…?”

  “Mmmm…..oh no, don’t stop…please don’t stop…..don’t ever stop….”

  Jerra and Darrell moved in a wild synchronized rhythm. It was like Newton’s law of physics: for every action there was an equal or opposite reaction; the law was working out damned good for them. When he pushed down, she moved up. He circled to the left; she circled to the right, increasing the friction against her sensitive bud. When Jerra moaned because his dick was hitting her pierced clit at the perfect angle, Darrell took notice and continued the movement again and again. He’d learned early on to take his time and pay attention to how a woman responded and go with it accordingly, to work at finding a woman’s spot - and he had just found one of Jerra’s.

  He knew this because she was panting and mumbling incoherently from pleasure. She scratched his back and dug her nails deeply into his shoulders. The only thing she could clearly acknowledge was that this motherfucka’s dick game was on point!

  Darrell knew he would have marks for weeks, but damned if he didn’t try to touch the bottom of her pussy. They both moved faster and faster, pushing each other to the limit until they reached they climaxed. Jerra’s PC muscles rhythmically clenched as she came. Head thrown back, she screamed when her orgasm hit. Darrell joined her a moment later, growling just as loudly. His dick jerked with every spurt of sperm.

  Once they came down from their high, Darrell almost collapsed on top of Jerra, weaker than he ever remembered feeling. Jerra’s eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath. Shoulders trembling from the effort to push himself up, he softly kissed her cheek, her closed eyelids, and her mouth before freeing his semi-hard erection from her pussy’s clutches. Giving her a look full of satisfaction, he stood up and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get her a warm, wet towel.

  Jerra stirred and opened her eyes when she heard the door close. Descending back to earth, she winced at the tenderness between her thighs. Keeping an eye out for him to come back, she forced herself to get up and quickly walk to the living room. With a sense of urgency, she pulled her dress over her head and stepped into her shoes at the same time. She’d be damned if she let him dismiss her and send her on her way like some mindless groupie now that they were finished. Picking up her bra and panties, Jerra was halfway to the door when a still naked Darrell came out of the bedroom.

  “Jerra? Where’re you going?”

  Before Jerra could answer, the door to the hotel room opened, and Chocolate Fantasy walked in with the two women he had claimed earlier that evening. His eyes took in Jerra’s disheveled state before shaking his head. Damn! He had lost again!

  Jerra suppressed a groan when she saw that one of the women with Chocolate was Aleesha’s cousin, Shondrika. Shon couldn’t stand Jerra and the feeling was mutual. Of a
ll the women to witness this humiliating moment, why did it have to be her??

  Shondrika stared at Jerra with obvious envy. Curling her lips up in a jealous sneer she drawled, “Hmph. I guess he won the bet after all.”

  Chocolate grabbed her to try and keep her quiet but the damage had already been done. Jerra stared at her for a moment before her meaning sunk in. Turning around, she pinned Darrell with a cold, disgusted glare which had cowered many a defendant in the courtroom.

  Darrell blew out a breath and muttered, “Aw fuck!” Seeing the stricken look of embarrassment combined with anger on her face, he took a step towards her. “Jerra…”

  Jerra quick walked to the door with her head held high and thrust a hand up in Darrell’s direction to cease any words he might have been getting ready to say. “Just save it,” she told him over her shoulder in a quiet controlled voice.

  Ignoring Chocolate and the two bitches who were both staring at her with spiteful smirks on their faces, Jerra raced out the room. Unconcerned with the fact that he was still naked, Darrell stared at the hotel room door with a scowl on his face. Shondrika and the other girl ran hungry eyes over his body.

  Shon walked over to Darrell and lustfully rubbed her hands over his chest. “Don’t worry baby. I told you earlier that she wouldn’t know what to do with you. Now let me show you how a real woman takes care of a man.”

  Darrell directed a look full of contempt and loathing towards her. She gasped when he grabbed her wrists and thrust her off of him as if she had a contagious disease. His gray eyes were stormy and dark as he glared at Chocolate.

  “Get these bitches outta here.”

  Giving them all one last scathing look, he turned to walk back into the bedroom and violently slammed the door behind him.

  Chapter 13

  Marcus’ eyes ran over Aleesha’s face. He knew he should take his bruised ego and leave. Hell, he was a successful doctor with no shortage of female attention, and had never had any complaints when it came to pleasing a woman; in fact, just the opposite. He usually had problems getting rid of them when the relationship ended. Not once had he been called another man’s name…EVER.