“I think this is a conversation we should have face to face.”
Jonica sighed. “I have work this morning. I get off at four—can you pick me up and we can have dinner or something and talk?”
“You get off at four, huh—please don’t unless I’m there to watch.”
“Derrick Bridger!” she gasped. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
He laughed and she couldn’t help smiling and shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, after last night I couldn’t help it. I’ll pick you up after work. Give me the address and if you can avoid driving that would be great. Then I wouldn’t have to drive you back to get your car afterward.”
“All right.” She gave him the address while glancing at the clock.
“And, Jonny?”
“Yeah?”
“Wear something sexy.”
She giggled and hung up.
What the hell? Did I just giggle?
Her day lazily passed her by. She kept staring at the clock and knew for a fact the more she looked at the time the slower it went. After a while she had to pull herself away from the phones and clients and hid in the bathroom. She peered at herself in the mirror, asking herself the same question she had been asking since she made her date with Derrick.
“What am I doing?”
But she came to the same answer. “You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman. You deserve a man now, Jon.”
Pushing some air out her mouth, she splashed water against her face. She then patted it dry with a paper-towel before returning to her desk. She pushed a smile to her lips to mask her impatience and continued her work. By the time the day ended and she was allowed to leave work, she rushed into the bathroom to freshen up. She changed from her scrubs and slipped into a nice pair of pants, stiletto heels and a top that hugged her curves perfectly. She released her hair over her shoulders, slid on lip gloss and mascara. Squirting some perfume against her neck and wrist, she glanced at her reflection. Satisfied with what she saw, she slipped a piece of gum into her mouth, packed her things and walked as calmly as she could out the doors. To her surprise, Derrick was there, leaning against his car with his ankles crossed. When he saw her, he removed his sunglasses and smiled. He walked over, and wrapping an arm around the small of her back he brought her into his chest and took her lips.
Having him kiss her was like tasting raw desire. She had been aching for that ever since she met him. His tongue danced over hers and she slumped into his chest. The bag she held slipped from her hand against the ground as she wrapped her arms upward and around his neck. A moan escaped her in time for her to deepen the kiss. He was skillful—she swore all she needed to do was continued kissing him and she knew for sure she would have an orgasm.
He pulled back though. “Good evening, Miss Samuels,” he whispered, taking her lips again to bite her lower lip.
“Hello to you too,” she replied, smiling. “I think we should get in the car before this picture gets plastered in every newspaper ever created.”
He laughed. “Good thinking.”
She reached for her bag, but he took it from her and opened the car door for her. She climbed in and watched him close the door before chucking her bag into the back seat. After he climbed in again, he stole another kiss before they sped off down the street.
Chapter Six
All thoughts of dinner had been gone from Derrick’s mind the moment he saw her. All he wanted to do was bypass dinner, take her home and straight to bed. But he promised they would talk and he had to keep his word. They drove silently for a while before Derrick felt as though he would lose his mind if he didn’t say what he was thinking.
“You look lovely,” he finally told her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?”
“Nothing—no not having second thoughts. We’re both adults right? We can do this.”
He pulled into the luxury restaurant and parked. He then helped her from the car, and resting his hand against her lower back, led her into the restaurant. After they were seated and ordered their drinks, he lounged comfortably backward and looked at her.
“You said something earlier I’ve been thinking about all day,” he started. “And it dawned on me, I agree with you implicitly.”
“I said a lot of things between my late night phone call and right now.” She grinned at him. “You have to be more specific.”
“You said you were too old for flings—”
“And you agree with me that I’m too old—for flings?”
Derrick laughed at the look on her face and shook his head. “No no. I agree that flings are pointless. What would you say if I asked to date you?”
Her eyes widened just as the waitress returned with their drinks.
“Are you ready to order?” she wanted to know.
“Could we have a few minutes?” Jonica questioned.
When the waitress nodded and walked off she leaned closer to peer at Derrick. “I’d say you think this is a joke.”
“And why is that? We all but had sex last night. I only wanted to make sure I give us a chance to grow—if there’s an us. If you want there to be an us that is.”
“I do—I mean yes, but what would the public think when they find out? You do know they’re going to say I’m dating you to get your money right? I mean look where I’m coming from. I was born and raised in the ghettos and I have nothing to my name, but a small savings account, the cycle, my apartment and my job.”
“Is that why you’re scared? Because I have to tell you, Jonny, what people think doesn’t matter.” Derrick pressed his lips into a thin line. “We will know we walked into this with both eyes open. We know the truth—”
“And besides, you haven’t seen me naked yet. What if you see me and you don’t like what you see?”
Derrick started to laugh—so hard people around the quiet restaurant began staring at him incredulously.
“It’s not funny!” Jonica reached over and took his hand and tugged.
“Yes it is.” He groaned through his mirth. “I tell you what. How about you take me home right now, you strip for me and let me decide. I’m fairly certain you’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Tempting.” Jonica pouted folding her arms. “But I’m being serious.”
“No, you’re being paranoid. But if you’re so worried, before you answer my dating question, I’m perfectly willing to do an inspection—” He stopped just to wiggle his brows at her and to lean even closer. “I’m very sure I’d enjoy it and you would too, and it wouldn’t just stop with looking.”
“What would it stop at?”
Derrick stuck his tongue out at her, wiggled it and a smile.
“We haven’t ordered yet. Can we go?”
Derrick chuckled before waving his arm to get the waitress’ attention. When she hurried over Jonica took a sip from her juice.
“Could we have two orders to go?” He handed her his credit card.
“Certainly, sir, what would you like?”
After their orders were taken, the waitress left with his credit card and Derrick turned his attention to his date. The dim light shone off her skin and he wanted to climb over the table to her. Instead, he settled for reaching across to trail his finger against her lower lip. She spread her lips, caught his finger against her tongue and pulled the digit into her mouth. He moaned, watching as her tongue danced over the finger sensually. She sucked against it and he felt the sensation in his groin.
“You’re making me so hard right now,” he whispered to her.
She didn’t reply, but sucked his finger harder, biting it gently before releasing it. She licked her lips and leaned in. Derrick took that as an invitation to kiss her. This time, he shoved his tongue roughly into her mouth showing her just how much he needed to get her home. When she sat back, he winked at her.
“You’re blushing aren’t you?”
“The beauty of being black.” She shrug
ged with a smirk. “I’ll never tell.”
* * * *
They were barely in the door when Derrick placed the containers with their meal on the floor and attacked her. Jonica moaned as her back hit the door with him on her. He shoved his thigh between her legs, and began rubbing his knee against her pussy, teasing her clit through her jeans. She whispered his name, fighting to find his mouth.
“I thought you wanted me to strip for you?” she teased.
“Oh, right.” Derrick tugged at the front of her pants.
The button snapped and without missing a beat, his large hand was down the front of her pants with a finger tickling her sensitive jewel. Groaning, she gyrated her hips against the finger, needing desperately the release she knew only he could give her. His finger then dipped lower and sank within her.
“Oh! Damn!” she swore. “Harder, baby, harder!”
He obliged, driving his finger into her as much as her pants would allow. She hooked her thumbs into the loop of his pants, locked eyes with him, and rode his hand. Fire pulsated through her. Her toes curled and her teeth sank into her lower lip. She wanted to rest her head backward, but she couldn’t—she couldn’t tear away her attention from his. She loved the way he dared her to let go and be dirty. He looked through to her core, turning her on even more than she ever thought possible.
Just as her world shattered around her, she saw something flash through his eyes. She released his pants and gripped his arm tightly. Her hips jerked faster, harder against his fingers. Soon she was delirious with her orgasm.
“Oh, Derrick that was—oh my—”
He pulled his hand back and to her surprise, lifted his cum-covered fingers to his lips, licking at her juices and moaned. “Just as I thought—come strip for me, Jonny.”
Dazed, she led him into her bedroom. She watched him strip for her down to his boxers and climbed against her bed to rest his back to her headboards. She stood at the foot of her bed, watching him, wishing she could touch him. His body was toned, perfectly. His abs contracted as he breathed. She wanted to feel them ripple beneath her tongue.
“Let me see that body, baby,” he cooed.
Slowly, she peeled her clothes from her body. When she stood bare, vulnerable from his stare, she shivered. He shifted, lying on his back, and motioned for her to come on the bed. He picked her up as though she weight nothing, and placed her to sit directly on his face. Jonica yelped in surprise, but moaned in pleasure, impaled by his tongue.
The muscle slid into her, deeper and deeper. She gripped the headboard, with her breasts pointing skyward, and rode it for all she was worth. Her fingers tightened until the knuckles turned white, but she couldn’t release them. She was soaring higher than any plane she’d ever been on and at that moment she didn’t care if she landed safely or crashed. His large hand caressed her back, her ass, her hips...he was touching her everywhere.
Before she knew it she was gushing into his mouth. She couldn’t stop herself in case that wasn’t what he wanted. When she tried to get off her perch, he groaned and wrapped his arms around her thighs, keeping her in place. He withdrew his tongue and used it to torture her clitoris.
“Shit!” was all she managed before her body began trembling once more.
She released one of her hands to bite against her thumb trying to keep her scream inside her. Derrick must have noticed. He lifted her from his face and dropped her against her back on the bed. He climbed over her, spread her legs and delved between them once more. This time he braced a palm against her abdomen holding her against the bed before covering her tender bud with his mouth and sucked.
Jonica’s eyes widened. “Ugh! Der— Oh fuck!” Her body was jerking violently through aftershock after aftershock. She could scarcely breathe, but that didn’t seem important at that moment. Then suddenly her vision went black, but she didn’t care. When he released her clit and the air hit it, all she could do was lie there, dazed, delirious with her body numb.
* * * *
Derrick knelt over her, gently caressing her thighs and her stomach. He wanted her to be able to breathe again. He felt her body trembling and smiled at her. He thought she would have been too tender, weak for much else, but she lifted her body and tackled him. He landed on his back on the bed and laughed.
Without missing a beat, she ripped through his boxers. She freed his cock and pulled it roughly in her mouth. His back arched from the bed and his fingers found her hair. He gathered her braids in one hand so he could see her face while she sucked him.
“Use your tongue, baby,” he instructed.
She did as he asked: bathing his dick with her hot, wet tongue.
“That’s it.” He smiled. His eyes rolled into his head and he was suddenly as light as air. She released him with her hands and only used her mouth to drive down over the sensitive mushroom head. She dragged her nails over his abs and he was so far gone out of his mind all he managed was a grunt. He didn’t know how long he could let her nurse on him.
He gripped her shoulders and pulled her from him. Pushing her on her back, he restrained her hands above her head and drank greedily from her lips. He couldn’t help himself. Even as he sucked on her tongue, he was finding a place for himself between her legs. His hardened cock rested against her clit and he gyrated his hips, driving the hard pole into her sensitive bud. She whimpered, but he kept her mouth occupied, catching her sounds in his mouth.
Over and over he spun his hips into her jewel until he couldn’t take it anymore. Sliding his hips downward, the head of his cock slid into her and he groaned from the heat of that alone. Holding his breath, he sank, inch by painful inch within her.
Jonica groaned into his mouth and Derrick let his head fall backward to growl his pleasure. She was hot, wet, and just so perfectly tight.
“Oh damn, baby.” He held his hips steady. He was afraid to move just in case he might lose control inside her. Her body didn’t seem to get the memo, and she began driving her hips upward. He released her hands and gripped her hips.
Slowly, he pushed into her. She wrapped her legs around him but he grabbed them, spread her and plunged into her over and over. He had never felt so primal with another woman and Derrick reveled in that idea. He loved the idea of her bringing out a beast in him. Licking his lips he looked down to see her large breasts bouncing free before his eyes. He let her go and greedily bowed his head and took one nipple in his mouth while he pinched the other.
“Derrick...bite them.”
He did as she asked and she exploded around him. Her muscles clamped down around his abused dick and all he could do was pull from her all together to catch his breath. She shook against the bed, her body arched upward beautifully. He fused his lips to her nipple once more, sucking, licking and biting. He paid the other the same attention and as a reward felt her nails scraping down his back. He growled at her. Panting, she flopped against the bed, but he wasn’t finished with her yet.
“On your knees, Jonica,” he ordered.
Readily she did as he wanted and he impaled her once more. He rode her savagely. Gripping her hips and pulling her into his thrusts. Beads of sweat flowed from his body, but he couldn’t help himself. He had this urge to use her body to its fullest ability. He reached beneath her and played with her clitoris while his hips worked her from behind. By the time she clenched around him again, he couldn’t hold off any longer. With great difficulty he yanked himself from her in time to erupt against the bed between her legs. He watched her fall to her stomach before he slumped next to her.
Chapter Seven
Where is that ringing coming from?
Jonica opened her eyes, still lying on her stomach. With a groan she rolled over and crashed into Derrick. From somewhere on the ground, his cell phone was ringing in his pants. She jabbed him, but his only reply was a grunt as his arm came out and pulled her into his body.
“Derrick, your cell is ringing.” She laughed softly.
“They can leave a message,” he grumbled, without
even opening his eyes. “If they don’t like that they can call back.”
As if the phone could hear him, it stopped ringing and Jonica was settling back to sleep when the phone rang once more. With a frown, she pulled from beneath his arm and found it. She climbed onto the bed and handed it to him.
He pouted at her and she could not believe he actually became even more handsome than she thought he was before.
“This better be important,” Derrick answered the phone.
She watched his face until his eyes snapped open.
“What?” she mouthed.
“All right, I’ll be there in one hour,” he said, and snapped the phone shut. “Get dressed, you and I need to take a ride.”
“What’s going—” was all Jonica got out before Derrick climbed on top of her and took her lips.
She didn’t expect him to be there when she woke up, not because she wanted him to leave, but because it was just a feeling. She clung to him, offering up what little she had and taking pleasure from his hardness pressing into her intimately.
“If we start this we won’t be there in an hour.”
Derrick grunted and rolled from her with his chest heaving. “All right. I’ll behave, but I won’t like it.”
With a chuckle, Jonica stole a quick kiss and escaped to the bathroom before he could stop her. Locking the door behind her she stared at her face in the mirror and wondered for the millionth time if she knew what she was doing. Ignoring the questions in her eyes, she quickly took a shower and slipped a towel around her. In her bedroom, Derrick wasn’t there so she got dressed, tied hair up and went searching. She found him staring at the coffeemaker while it worked. His hair was obviously finger raked backward.
“That won’t make it go any faster you know,” she spoke from behind him.
“A guy can hope.” He hauled her into his arms.
He pressed his face silently into the crook of her neck and she felt it the moment he inhaled.
“You smell so damn good,” he groaned.
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