The Truth Behind The Lies

by Lace, Lolah

  “Purple.” He groaned and winked at me.

  My bedroom was actually lavender, cream and gray. People just seemed to focus on the lavender more than any other color.

  Bash picked up a picture of me and my mother that sat atop the armoire.

  “Is this your sister?”

  “No my mom.”

  He squinted hard and smirked. “She looks thirty-five. How old are you?” I could see him calculating something that didn’t seem to make sense to him. Here is comes, the age question.

  I hesitated. “You know you’re not supposed to ask a woman her age.”

  He looked perplexed. “You must be too young for me. Only a young person would say something like that.”

  That was an odd thing for him to say. I didn’t really understand what he meant. “I’m thirty-eight.” I blurted. Two young two decades ago.

  He actually sighed with relief. I think it was relief. “Okay, okay.”

  “Is that good or bad?” I quaked waiting for his response.

  “It’s great.”

  “Why is that great?”

  “I wanted you to be older not younger. I was a whole ten years off. I thought you were just a really ambitious smart twenty-eight year old.”

  “Why did you think I was twenty-eight?”

  “I added up college, you getting your masters, moving up to your position at your job and your wrinkle free skin. I never thought I was ten years off. The skin all over your body is so soft, smooth and flawless.”

  “Bullshit. I have scars.” And half sagging tits for a woman that doesn’t have kids.

  He chuckled. “Scars, what you fall off a bike when you were ten and you call that a scar?”

  “How old is your mother?” He looked down at the picture as he sat it back on my armoire.

  “She’s sixty-two.”

  “So Mister, how old are you?”

  “I’m forty-three.” Bash walked over to my bed and looked down at it. “How does your bed feel? No, don’t tell me. I will find out soon enough.” He scorched me with his intent. I should have worn panties.

  I couldn’t hold back my grin. Bash is funny, sexy and hot as hell. He walked over to the door that went into my attached full bathroom. He peeked in. “Nice. How many bedrooms is your place?”

  “Three.”

  “You have a lot of space.”

  I shrugged. “Let me show you the guest bedroom.” It was too hot in my bedroom.

  Bash followed me into the guest bedroom. I didn’t say anything as his eyes darted around and he picked up random items. There weren’t many. I don’t like clutter, at all. He walked out the room first and went backwards.

  “What’s in here?” His hand rose to the closed door.

  “A closet.”

  “Where’s the third bedroom?”

  “It’s there.”

  “You said it was a closet.” He opened the door before I could explain. He hit the light switch and walked into the ridiculously bright room. He turned back to look at me when he was in the center of the room.

  “What?”

  “You made a room into a closet. Nina, you have lots of shoes, clothes and purses.”

  “I do.” I don’t have any kids. So what if I spend my money on clothes. It’s my money.

  “This is why I haven’t seen you in the same clothes twice. You can clothe a foreign country with just this side of the room.” He pointed to the right.

  I wasn’t sure if he was making fun of me or not. I didn’t know what to say. I had a lot of designer labels but I had money saved. I’m not a fool. My car was paid for and I didn’t owe much on my condo. My 401K is straight.

  Bash ran his hands over the racks that held my dresses.

  “I want to see you in this.” He snatched a little, I mean teeny tiny bright red dress out and held it toward me.

  “You do?”

  “Yes please.” He smiled with all his teeth. Oh those dimples.

  He grabbed some red hooker heels off the shelf behind him. He held them in front of him. “Put these on too please.” He blinked multiple times. He’s so silly. “This closet makes me happy.”

  Bash’s enthusiasm makes me happy. I eyed him and his cotton candy smile as I took the red dress and shoes from his hands.

  I went behind the room divider and stripped. I put the dress and shoes on. I felt sexy but I was lying to myself. I really felt like a straight up hooker. This was hoe gear. There was no need for me to pretend it wasn’t. I stepped out from behind my Venetian style room divider.

  My dress was so short it barely covered my ass. My breasts barely fit in it. Bash was sitting on the chaise lounge with his legs open. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. These heels would make any woman walk like a whore. I walked up to him and his mouth fell open.

  There was a chant in my head that said, fuck a blood test! Fuck a blood test! Fuck a blood test! Another chant was saying suck his dick.

  It’s too soon for that.

  We are supposed to be eating dinner right now. This is a complete detour.

  I was feeling frisky. “Do you have any more requests Mr. Vandervol?” I placed my hands on my hips.

  “I dream about you.”

  Huh? He didn’t answer the question. It was a statement that caught me off guard. “You do?”

  “Yes.” He cupped his balls through his pants. Please don’t do that. “Come here.” He tapped the space on the chaise between his legs.

  I took two steps and I was there at the chaise looking down on the finest man I had ever seen inside my house.

  “Let me see my tits.” He groaned.

  Oh my. He claimed my tits. My pussy is on fire. I pulled the top of my dress down and let my breasts rest above the fabric. My nipples pebbled and burned.

  This guy right here. If he’s playing games with me I’m going to flip out. I need this man in my life.

  “You can touch my tits. It’s okay.” He meant for me to touch myself. He leaned forward to get a better view.

  I slowly reached up and cradled my breasts in my hands. I pulled them and stretched them out. I rubbed my nipples with my forefinger and thumb. I drew them into fine points. I never broke eye contact with Bash even though he was mainly focused on my tasty brown mounds. Tasty they are. I took one and pulled it to my lips. I sucked my own breast into my mouth and moaned like it was the greatest treat. I looked at Bash. He was eating his bottom lip into his mouth.

  “Mmmm.” I moaned as I flickered the tip of my tongue over my wet nipple.

  “I want to smell your pussy. Get up here now.”

  I popped my tit out my mouth and walked to the side of the chaise. Bash leaned back. He guided my body to all fours. I was faced away from him. My open ass was inches from his face. My dress moved up my waist without coaxing.

  I could feel my essence trickle down the insides of my thighs. I rolled my hips around and fucked the air. My hole opened and closed and I knew I had Bash mesmerized. I knew he was engrossed in my pussy. He said he wanted to smell it and I was going to make sure he could smell it up close and personal.

  I bounced back just a little but made sure not to touch his face with my ass. I’m going to tease him and show him what a future with me has to offer. I bounced back a few times and Bash caught one of my ass cheeks with his mouth. He fucking bit me. He was clamped down on my skin and I felt something seep from my hole.

  Oh my!

  He grabbed one of my thighs. He released my skin and licked the place where I was sure he left teeth marks. No man had ever bit my ass before. It hurt but it felt good, real fucking good.

  Bash spread my ass cheeks wide. I felt his nose poke in my crack and sink into my dew-covered hole. One of his hands reached underneath me and roughly grabbed my dangling breast. He pinched my nipple and I caved in at my torso. I could have collapsed but I felt his tongue licking around the area that housed my asshole.

  Oh my! Is this happening?

  Yes. I felt the feathery flick of his tongue as his tongue
patted my asshole. Soon his tongue was all up in there. My entire face contorted. He pushed his tongue in so far. He used both of his hands to hold my thighs in place while he smashed his face and tongue in my place to be.

  This had happened to me before but Bash must have a longer tongue because I could feel him tongue fucking my ass. I could feel my nerves being stimulated by his fierce movements.

  He haphazardly rammed to fingers in my wet pussy. I went flying forward but Bash caught me with his hand on my shoulder. He was still sitting but he was working his fingers inside me. I could feel his knuckles as they entered me.

  I remember hearing my moans but I was soon screaming and hadn’t realized it was even me.

  “Cum for me.” He groaned as I looked back at him from all fours. I turned back and felt that he had replaced his fingers with his thumb. He quickly pushed his forefinger and middle finger inside my ass.

  He had invaded both my holes and I froze. He worked his fingers in and out. My fear lost the battle because it felt too good to have both my holes plugged. He worked both holes in graceful circles and my legs got weak. I didn’t think I could stay up on my knees any longer. My ass was adjusting to his two-fingered intrusion.

  “Do you like it in both holes?”

  Hell yes! And I didn’t even know it. “Yessssssss.” I moaned. I loved this.

  “You love it.”

  “Yessssss.”

  “Like a red dress wearing cum slut likes it.”

  What? “Yes, yes!” I sure do. I gripped the chaise and tried to roll my ass deeper back into his fingers. Bash placed his free hand on my ass.

  “Sit on my hand.” He ordered. Bash moved me back so I that was sitting upright in front of him. His fingers stayed in both my holes but his other hand was now in his lap. I slowly moved up and down on his fingers and he held me close to his body faced away from him. His mouth licked the skin on my back and he wrapped his arm around my body. He was so close that we were one. He callously massaged my breast while he held it in his hand. He handled me like I was a whore and I liked it.

  I closed my eyes and moaned into the air. I couldn’t take it anymore. Being stuffed in both holes had me on the edge. I had an orgasm when I felt Bash’s teeth bite the skin on my back when he squeezed my nipple so fuckin’ hard. I exploded.

  If he fucks as well as he eats pussy and ass I’m going to fall in love with him. I don’t even want to think about the finger thing that just occurred. I never wanted it in the ass so bad. I’m not even into that, anal.

  Why am I hoping he’s not good in bed? I mean seriously. There are plenty of men with big dicks that don’t know how to fuck. I’m worried he won’t be one of them. I want to keep my heart out of this. I haven’t suffered a broken heart in a good ten years. I can’t do this. I refuse to fall in love with this man. I have to spare my heart.

  I showered even though he licked me clean after I came. I put my hoodie and shorts back on. Bash must have washed his hands and face in the other bathroom. I could see his hair was a little wet when I entered the kitchen. We needed to eat. He had already started without me. Shit, he shouldn’t be hungry the way he ate me out. He was in me so deep. He may have swallowed up one of my ovaries. For real though.

  I took a seat in the highchair next to Bash. He had warmed my pasta dish. We sat side by side and ate in silence. It felt real comfortable. I cleared away our plates and put them in the dishwasher.

  “We were supposed to have dinner and a movie. Let’s watch this movie.” I stated.

  He stood and looked down on me. “I will try to keep my mind on the movie. So you try to hold back some of your sexy tonight.”

  “That’s impossible.” I teased and before I could laugh at myself Bash was on me. His mouth had covered mine and he was kissing me so hard. Ah! My feet were about to give out when I felt his arm embrace my lower back and hold me into place.

  Oh god! My breasts were smashed into his rock hard chest and my heart was drumming against the brick wall that is his body.

  Bash had seized my tongue and he was moving so fast I couldn’t keep up. I felt my legs being lifted off the kitchen tiles. Soon I was sitting with my legs open on the countertop.

  Bash was in-between my legs rubbing the insides of my thighs. I was happy I was wearing shorts instead of a skirt. My restraint was wearing down to nothing. My heart was invested in this man. A man I couldn’t seem to find anything wrong with. He felt right and I wanted to feel his dick inside me. I couldn’t get the size of his massive penis out my head since I saw it last night.

  My inner walls clenched thinking of his dick. It was so pink and perfect. The head was so smooth. The shaft was thick and veiny. I wanted to suck him up last night. But he wanted to sleep in-between my thighs. It threw me off. Tonight, I wanted to suck him in my closet but he wanted to lick my pussy and finger both my private holes.

  The women around him couldn’t know how big his dick is. If they knew I would have some competition and I haven’t seen much of anything yet? Just boney ass Dana. Bash never received any odd phone calls. No texts from anybody other than his job, a fine rich man with manners and a huge dick. What are the odds?

  Damn! Maybe he’s lying to me and he is married. Impossible. We spend too much time together. He couldn’t have a wife or a girlfriend. If he stays all night that means he’s single. I hope it means that.

  Bash left my mouth and trailed sugary kisses down my neck. I didn’t realize he had both of my breasts out of my hoodie. When did he even unzip my hoodie? This guy right here. He’s a mess. I want him to be my mess.

  “Nina.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He whispered in my ear. “But I’m glad we’re waiting.”

  I held his head and kissed him on the lips. I looked into his tortured blue eyes. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “You are amazing.” He kissed me before I could respond. Which was good because I have run out of clever and seductive things to say. He has me beat in the romance department.

  We made popcorn and watched TV. We cuddled on the couch and we both fell asleep fully dressed. I wanted to remain on the couch with Bash but I feared he would wake up with an erection and I would wake up with his dick in me. I needed to have those test results back. I needed to know he was clean as much as I wanted him to know that I was.

  I wanted to fuck the shit out of him without worries. Knowing your lover is disease free truly makes sex better. It does for me. I can’t speak for men.

  I fell asleep right away. He lulled me into slumber rubbing his fingertips into the new-growth that seized my edges. I remember dozing off on his chest watching an episode of The Blacklist. Reddington had did some foul shit again to Agent Keen and I was out.

  CHAPTER 13

  NINA

  ★FRIDAY★

  “Nina, Nina.” His voice wasn’t a dream it was reality. “Babe, wake up.”

  I opened my eyes to the gorgeous unblemished sight of Bash. He was partially wet. He was in my bedroom standing above me. Looking down at me expressionless. I made my way into my bedroom sometime in the middle of the night. How did that happen?

  He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his hair was wet. I knew there wasn’t any sex involved because he was so big I would feel hollowed out the next morning if he had been inside me.

  “Are you going to work?”

  “Yes yes.” I mumbled. “What time is it?”

  “It’s only six forty-five.”

  “I forgot to set my alarm clock.”

  “You don’t need it. You have me.” He blinked slowly, carelessly, without any notion of how he affects me.

  Oh my, he was so sweet. I semi-beamed. I hadn’t had coffee yet to produce a full beam.

  “I have to shower.” I groaned as I sat up in bed.

  “I made coffee.”

  “You did?” Ohhh Bash. He’s sooooo great. Get a grip girl. Now he’s talking my language.

  “Yes. You needs your coffee.” Did he mock me?
Did he just say needs? That’s cute. “I recall you saying something like that the day we went to the Blues Fest.”

  It wasn’t something like that. It was that, verbatim.

  “You have a good memory or you’re either a good listener.”

  “Both. Get up and get your sexy ass in gear.”

  Did he just tell me what to do? I kind of like that. My eyes went down to Bash’s charcoal gray suit pants. That’s not what he had on yesterday.

  “Where did you get clothes?”

  “My car.”

  “Oh.” Why did I say oh? “You keep clothes in your car?”

  Huh, is that because he spends the night at random women’s houses? My eyes gave away my distrust. I wish they didn’t. I didn’t have the right to be jealous. Bash is not my man. We haven’t even had sex yet.

  “I have a suitcase packed if I have to leave town. Don’t you?”

  “No Bash I don’t have that kind of job.”

  He smiled. “I told you to get your sexy ass up.” He walked close to the edge of the bed. He stood over me like he was about to tackle me. He winked at me instead. I watched the muscles in the curve of his back as he vanished from my bedroom. So damn sexy.

  Oh boy, he is a handful. Can you fall head over heels for a guy you never had sex with? When I’m around Bash I believe anything is possible.

  ***

  My plans and Bash’s plans had seemed to warp into one lately. I drove his Benz and dropped him at his job. Then I went to my job. I was supposed to pick him up after I got off. Driving two cars didn’t fit into his master plan.

  He needed to keep tabs on me. That’s what he said and who knows if he was kidding. I never wanted STD test results back so fast in my life.

  I worked pretty well considering I thought about him so often. I accomplished a lot while behind my desk. No man has ever given me his car so quickly. He trusted me with his Benz. I liked my place in the passenger seat but he insisted I take it.

  I can’t drive his Porsche because I can’t drive stick. I would feel weird driving it anyway. That little sports car attracts too much attention. It’s a carjackers wet dream. Now I know its all rare and shit. So it has to be expensive as hell.