by Xyla Turner
This is where her signals were always mixed but I wasn’t sure why.
“Are you bi-sexual? Have you made a vow of celibacy? Are you bi-curious?” I pepper her with questions. “I know you’re attracted to me, so it’s not that. Which leaves me with nothing.”
“Fuck,” she yells with her hands going to her head. “For all you fucking know I could have a terminal disease. Shit, maybe even the clap or herpes or some shit.”
“But you don’t,” I interject.
I wrap my hand around the side of her neck again and I swear every fucking time, she just melts. This must be her spot and goddamit, I will always take advantage.
“Thank you for what you did for my brother,” she whispered. “Taking the time to explain everything to him.”
Her eyes meet mine.
“Anytime. He reminds me of me.” I laugh lightly. “Now, I want to know why you won’t give me one shot. Just one?”
Fierce defiance laced her, even with my hands on her hot as sin, skin.
“You want to fuck?” she snapped. “That’s it. Fine then, let’s do it and get it over with.”
My dick pressed against my pants as it grew but I didn’t like what she was suggesting.
“No,” I answered. “I don’t want to just fuck you.”
My fingers squeeze into her skin more and I asked, “Do you feel this? What’s between us. I felt it the first time I saw you. Then I fucking touch you and everything goes crazy. My lips on you and you melt like a piece of chocolate on a hot sizzling day. Just imagine when I have those legs wrapped around me and you come on my dick, in my mouth, on my fucking fingers. You tell me, Zora. Am I making shit up or do you feel it too?”
Her body was visibly strung tight, which caused me to make moves to relax her. Pulling her to me, I kissed her again and I swear on everything, she moaned and all of her weight leaned on me.
That was it.
She was fighting this shit but her damn body did not lie. Zora McCoy wanted me just as bad as I wanted her. Therefore, I wasted no time sweeping her up in my arms and laying her out on the couch. Putting some of my weight on her and partially on the section of the furniture that wasn’t occupied by her.
“Harvey,” it was almost a plea on her lips. “Please, I can’t.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do a thing,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ll do everything. Promise.”
My lips press against the space under her ear, her slender neck, jaw and collar. They move toward her lips before I pull the bottom one into my mouth.
Un-fucking-believable.
Her hands were around my neck, then she started to pull on my shirt, attempting to extricate it from my body.
“Zora,” I called.
“Off,” she growled.
Fuck.
The damn woman ripped off my shirt with buttons flying everywhere, so I did the same in kind to her lightweight blouse. Zora lifted my t-shirt that was under the dress shirt and those lips touched my chest, causing everything to stop. My eyes closed as the woman almost had me coming in my pants.
Holy shit.
She kissed me on her own accord, wrapped those lips around my nipples and bit down. I swear to God, I would marry her tomorrow. When her lips began to move lower, I halted her path and pushed her back up to the seat of the couch. She could do what she wanted later but right now, I would pleasure her.
Unclipping her bra, I watched those beautiful, brown and round breasts tumble out waiting for me to round them up, suck, pluck and fuck them.
Goddamn.
My hands automatically grasped them both, and I bit down on one of her taut nipples as they puckered for me. The moan she released went straight to my dick. I switched nipples but squeezed them like there would be something coming out from them. God, she was fucking beautiful and her ass hid each part of her delectable body under black pants suits. It was almost like a uniform for her. Fine by me, but when she was on my arm, that shit had to go.
My fingers moved down to undo the button and zipper on her pants. Once my hand moved inside of her panties and to my treasure, warm heat and moisture met my fingertips. I looked up into her wide eyes.
“That wet cunt is just for me, isn’t it?”
A shudder ran through her body and I wasted no time pulling off those fucking pants, so I could meet my gold. What I hadn’t expected was the sheer thong that met me there as well. Ripping it off, I spread her toned legs and stared at what I was about to claim as my own. Not a fuck, not a one-night stand, not a deal or merger.
This.
She.
Zora McCoy.
She was mine.
Fuck everything. She was mine.
She had the body of a Baywatch Lifeguard, with big bountiful breasts, small waist, wide hips, a round ass and toned legs. Any man’s dream, awake or sleep and she took herself off the market. I don’t know if I should spank her ass or applaud her. Instead, I dip, head first into her hot snatch and wrap my lips around her hidden jewel playing peek-a-boo under the cleft.
“Fuck, Harvey,” Zora moaned, and that was my undoing.
Lapping at her entrance, gathering her juices on my tongue, I began to spread them around her lips and suck them back up. My fingers joined the part, one at a time as she grabbed onto my ears and started to rip them off my head. I could have gave a fuck because her hot pussy started running up and down my mouth, nose and chin. The damn woman was riding my face, so I added another finger to the mix, causing the already snug single digit to be even tighter.
She was not kidding when she said, she sworn off men. Zora was virgin tight, and it was a struggle to get two digits inside of her tight core.
“Haarveeeeyy,” she moaned. “More.”
I flicked out my tongue so I could rapidly tease her swollen clit while my fingers worked to create the friction against her walls. Within seconds, her grip increased, her breathing grew labored, and she was screaming my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Warm liquid coated my fingers and I couldn’t help but suck off her sweet juices and rub them on those plump titties, so I could lick them off. Zora, on the other hand, was sated to the point she was buried in the sofa.
“Oh, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.” I started rubbing her sensitive clit again. “This time, you’re going to come while I nibble on those perky nipples.”
“Harvey,” she moaned, but it was too late.
I’d already started my feast with my hand rubbing her off again. After she came on my fingers, I moved to kissing her lips and made her come once more. That last time, Zora was barely hanging on as her eyes fluttering open and close trying to stay awake.
“Go ahead sweetheart, rest.” I coaxed her as I carried her to bed, tucked her under the covers and scribbled down some things on a notepad on her bedside table.
Kissing her on the forehead before I left felt so wrong, but I knew she’d need space and time, so I’d give her the morning. Then I was coming back to claim what was mine again.
Chapter 5
Zora
Holy fucking shit.
This was not happening.
None of it.
It was all a dream.
I turned in my bed, saw the note, felt that I was naked and squeezed my eyes shut. It wasn’t a dream. That shit happened and goddamnit, it felt so fucking good.
God, I hated him for making me feel that way.
I hated him, so bad. Yet, I couldn’t reconcile my anger, aversion to the male populations and how he made me feel. Harvey was right. When it came to him, I did feel the connection, the electricity and the fire. We would be explosive. Hell, we were already explosive, and we hadn’t even made it to third base yet. I was the instrument, and he was the talented composer from hell because he knew exactly what I liked and what I needed. Every one of my muscles were relaxed, my heart was sated and shit if I didn’t feel like a new woman.
Who knew that’s what an orgasm could do?
Opening one eye, I peered at the note and re
ad.
Sweetheart,
You should see your face when you come hard. It’s a top ten.
Had to go; figured you needed your space.
Call me tomorrow or I’m coming to you.
Have a good one. I know I will.
HB
Goddamn.
It was certainly not a dream.
Dropping the note, I jerked the comforter back over my head and tried to muffle the scream I let out. Why was I such an idiot? I damn neared raped the man by ripping his clothes off, like I was Xena the Warrior Princess in need of some dick. Harvey must think I’m a sex-deprived shrew who would devour him.
Fuck.
Thoughts raced through my head as I mentally prepared for work. The ladies are doing a four-hour practice today, so it would be a long one. I had a lot to do and Harvey Black was not one of those things. So, I quickly showered, dressed and went about my day as if nothing happened. However, it wasn’t that easy.
When I arrived, Justine took one look at me and said, “Something is different.”
“What?” I nearly choked on the coffee I had yet to drink still in my hand.
“What happened?” she asked. “There’s something different about you.”
For fucks sake.
“Nothing,” I snapped.
“Mmm,” she hummed as I walked past her to my office.
Practice started off rocky but turned into a really good one after Sasha of all people became frustrated with the ladies’ performance.
“Do y’all want a chip (championship) or not?” She yelled after one of the drills. “This shit y’all are doing, don’t win chips. This shit y’all are doing right now, this don’t get you to the pros. This gets you nowhere!”
Sasha was the mellowest out of all of us and if Justine and I were done yelling and she was that was saying something. Needless to mention, practice picked up, and no one had to run a suicide, encourage anyone to play hard or execute a drill successfully. That was a win I would take.
When practice was over, everyone dispersed but I remained in my office because I did not want to go home. Hell, I didn’t know what was at home or whom. Looking at my phone, I remembered the note. I could share with him that it was a mistake via the airwaves or wait for him to come to me. I didn’t want that because he held the power and he knows he does.
As I was about to pack up, a courier came into the space with a large box and said, “Delivery for you coach.”
“Okay,” I tried to look inside. “What is it?”
“I’m not sure but it says perishable.” He sat it down on the table. “Do you want me to bring it out to your car?”
“Yes, that would be great. I’m leaving now.” I nodded.
Once we pulled up to my house, the driver retrieved the large box and placed it on the island in my kitchen as I requested. After grabbing a glass of wine, I took a sip and began to open the large box. Inside was the largest bouquet of flowers, I’d ever seen. It was almost as big as those in a funeral bouquet arrangement but surrounding the vase was a cheese, meat, fruit and cracker tray on all four sides of the metallic-colored glass holder. The display was absolutely stunning and screamed expensive, if not exclusive. Under the flowers, tucked into the cloth wrappings around the vase, was a card.
It read:
Zora,
Thinking about nothing but you.
I know you work like crazy, make sure you eat too.
Play hard, worker harder.
HB
God, this man.
On its own accord, my phone scrolled down to his number I saved from yesterday’s impromptu call and I hit the green button.
On the second ring, he answered, “Sweetheart, so fucking good to hear from you.”
I sighed, “You didn’t leave me much of a choice.”
I looked at the flowers, the food and felt a pang of guilt. “Thanks for the flowers and food. It looks delicious.”
“You are welcome. It is delicious. One of the top chefs supplies them for the actors on movie sets.” He said with certainty.
“Well, thanks.” I tried to hide my tone, signaling that I was impressed. “Um, about last night. I think things got a little out of hand and I think—”
“Don’t ruin my day with your shit, Zora,” Harvey snapped at me. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day. Smelling, tasting and feening for you all goddamn day. My dick is as hard as a fucking rock and it’s been like that all day because of you. So, before you start talking about what a mistake it was, spare me the bullshit lies.”
His words stunned me to silence because they were harsh but true. It was lies, but I had my reasons.
“Fine, I’ll spare you.” I carried on. “It just can’t happen again.”
“Why?” he snapped. “Give me one good damn reason why not?”
“It’s my choice and I say it can’t.” I owed him no explanation.
The doorbell rang, which meant the kids were probably out of school and trying to sell candles, candy or something to raise money. I grabbed my purse and opened the door to find no kids, but a hulking figure with the phone to his ear and a look that could kill.
“Shit,” I said under my breath. “Harvey, what are you doing here?”
“Coming to claim what’s mine,” he said with no hesitation as he walked inside my house. “And a reason why she won’t let me.”
Holy shit.
“Harvey, my reasons are—”
“Bullshit,” he interjected. “Last night, you let me in, sweetheart. Why pull up anchor now. One shot.”
“I don’t have one shot left,” I snapped at him. All sense of courtesy was gone and my voice had elevated to another level. “I have nothing left to give. Do you fucking hear me? I’m used up, been abused, neglected, mistreated and I won’t do that shit no more. No fucking more. Do you hear me? You’re not listening, you stupid man. I have nothing to give you. It’s a shell of a woman. She’s dead inside, don’t you see. Can you hear me?”
Harvey’s eyes bore down on me and all I could do was stare back. Then he spat, “Bull fucking shit. The woman that came apart in my arms last night three goddamn time was not dead. The one that screamed my name, so the fucking county sheriff could hear it, is not a shell of a woman. The woman who helped her brother out, even though it could and would back fire on her, has more to give. She’s just scared. But, sweetheart, I’m strong enough for both of us. Do you hear me, woman? I ain’t scared of shit. Not scared of you and I damn sure not scared of us.”
I shook my head and muttered, “Stupid.”
“It might be, but I know it will pay off.” I stepped toward her. “One shot.”
“I don’t have it.” I pleaded with him, literally.
“Let me be the judge of that.” I kissed the corner of her mouth.
“You break me, Harvey and I might not recover.” I warn him because I must and it’s the damn truth.
“Fuck,” he chuckled. “Funny, here, I’m thinking I’m the one that’s going to get his heart broken.”
That was my undoing. I launched at him, pulling his tie from around his neck, tearing off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. Harvey made quick work of getting the clothes unraveled around his ankles, keeping just briefs and black socks on. The bulge though was so humongous, it could not be hidden and all I wanted to do was see it up close and personal. I slowly dropped to the floor on my knees and pulled his underwear down until his large, erect and heavy cock sprang out.
I trailed my tongue along the underside of the beast and Harvey groaned as he spread his legs, so he could take what he was about to get. Another lick to the shaft as I cupped his balls, had Harvey fisting my hair.
“Fucking woman, don’t tease me,” Harvey hissed. “Put my dick in your sweet mouth. Show me how you can suck me good, sweetheart.”
The man did not have to say much more than that. His words spurred me on and I wrapped my lips around the large head of his hard cock. Precum and all swirled around on my tongue as I took
him farther and farther in my mouth. He was long and wide, but I gave it all I could, even using both hands to twist and create the triple points of touch on his large member.
“Goddamn,” Harvey hissed. “Like that. Just like that.”
So, I kept doing just that, until he held my hair tight and started fucking my mouth. I held on to his hips and he moved in and out of my wet mouth. The sloppy noises made me crazy and my pussy was dripping with need. I wanted him.
Fuck, I admitted it.
I needed him.
His dick stroked the back of my throat, causing me to gag but Harvey didn’t stop.
“You can take more, sweetheart. Open that mouth and swallow me.” His eyelids were low, but his eyes were on me and Harvey was watching everything. Both hands were fisted in my hair as he stroked in and out of me with his back arched over me.
“Oh Zora, my fucking Zora.” He pushed in one more time, then pulled out completely and let me go.
Swallowing all the saliva and precum that gathered in my mouth, I finally spoke, “Why’d you stop?”
Harvey growled, like the animal he was, then picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Once I was on the bed, Harvey tore off my blouse, my bra and nearly ripped my pants down my legs. The thong was easily ripped away into shreds on the side of the bed.
“You’re so damn beautiful!” His eyes were full of nothing but me. “Are you going to give me you?”
Harvey asked this as one finger slid inside my hot pussy. Then another joined the party as his body came over me, putting us at eye level. I nodded, but he said, “Need to hear those words. Are you giving me you?”
With everything in me, I knew this was a mistake but damn, did it feel so right. My body was on fire and I felt like a dog in heat.
“Yes,” I breathed as my nipples tightened and pussy convulsed.
Harvey removed his fingers and placed them in my mouth, almost causing an overload to my system. He pushed them in and out as I wrapped my tongue around each digit to clean them. His eyes widened on my lips, then he bent to kiss me. Everything in me almost came to a Matrix-like pause. Harvey’s mouth on me, his chest connected with mine, his legs making room for him so he could enter me and then came the slit of his big dick against my weeping pussy.