Risking It All

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “This is what keeps me occupied throughout the day. If I get bored, I just get up and look out the window.”

  “I see why.” Julissa realized that he was so close that she could smell his cologne. “I think that maybe we can manage to find you a home with a nice view…if you like that type of thing. You’d have to give up the room service and breakfast in bed every morning though.”

  “What about a home complete with all of that. Breakfast in bed, nightly room service, maybe a little massage therapy once in a while, a beautiful woman to share it with…” His face was only inches from hers.

  “Now, that, Mr. Brennan…I cannot promise you.”

  “You can’t promise me any of it, Ms. Lorenzo?” He kissed the side of her face and suddenly brought his hands up to rest on her hips.

  “Not exactly,” she whispered, raising her face to accept his soft kisses.

  “What about the part…” He stopped talking to bend down to kiss her neck. “…the part about the beautiful woman.”

  Julissa turned around and met his intense glare. He never released his grip on her waist. The moment his lips met hers again she was in complete heaven. He was kissing her and once again causing so many emotions to course through her body. She shouldn’t be here. She should push him away and say no. Nothing inside of her wanted to say no. Everything inside of her wanted this man. She wanted him with all her heart.

  Her hands went to capture his neck, pulling him in further for a more intense kiss. They pulled away only to catch their breath.

  “I want you, Lissa.”

  “I want you, Q.”

  That was all that he needed to hear before he took her lips to his again. This time his big hands pulled her body into his firmly. She could feel his package growing in the seat of his pants. He lifted her up by the waist and she immediately wrapped her legs around him. The groan that escaped from his lips confirmed that he was extremely aroused by her action. He carried her in his arms, but he never made it to the bed. With one arm still holding her up, he shoved everything off the desk onto the floor. He placed her on top of it and moved his lips down her neck.

  As he was kissing her, Julissa managed to get the tail of his shirt from out of his pants. She had wanted to feel his chest for so long and now she was actually getting the chance to do it. She ran her hands across him, confirming that every ripple was well defined, just as she suspected.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He separated himself long enough to pull his shirt over his head in one movement, causing her to breathe inward sharply.

  She had never done to a man what she was about to do, but she just couldn’t help herself. The man looked too good and she wanted a taste. She leaned forward and began kissing his hard chest, running her fingers across the flat nipples. He held his head back, allowing her free reign.

  In the process, her eyes focused on something else. The huge bulge in the front of his pants looked like it was just dying to be freed of the zipper that held it in. Before she knew it, her blouse was being pulled over her head. He wasted no time, kissing and licking what he could around the silk bra that created a barrier over her breasts. He expertly licked and sucked the plump softness beginning at the top.

  Quinton peeled her bra straps down her shoulders and moved one nipple up and down with slow strokes of his tongue.

  “Oh.” Her back arched forward, causing the entire nipple to fill his mouth. His mouth on her felt exquisite. Her entire body trembled and her pussy ached. She had never felt it before, but something needed to be done to make the ache go away. She tried to squeeze her legs together, thinking that would cure the hurt in her core, but he used his palms to pry her legs back open again and pressed his dick up against her stomach. He was hard like a rock.

  “Is this what you need?” he asked.

  “Yes…please…do it quickly…I need you now,” she whimpered.

  Slowly, he began pulled her white lace bikini-cut panties down her waist and even further down her legs. He lifted her skirt over her hips. Without taking his eyes off hers he reached down and caressed her pussy with his hand. It felt so lovely, bare skin against bare skin, as he caressed the apex between her legs. He stroked her until he had coaxed her legs completely open. She almost bucked off the edge of the desk, when he inserted his finger into her pussy.

  “Your pussy is so wet.” He moved his finger in and out of her. Her hips moved in sync with his digits. He added another and sucked on her neck at the same time.

  Julissa thought she was in heaven. No one had ever given this much attention to her pussy. Ever. He pushed his fingers in and out, as deep as they would go, and she arched her back feeling the tension building inside her.

  “Faster?” he asked.

  She moaned. “Just like that.”

  He turned his fingers over, so that his palm was facing upward, and then moved another finger, his thumb, over her clitoris.

  “Oh, my God,” she cried out.

  His fingers began moving in circular motions over her clit as the others moved in and out of her pussy.

  “Oh, Q…don’t stop…” She was almost there; she could feel it. Could it be possible that she could experience her first real orgasm with a man?

  The ringer on her cell phone scared the shit out of her and she jumped up off the desk quickly as if they had been caught. “Oh, shit! What am I doing?”

  “What’s wrong?” Quinton asked.

  She snatched up her blouse and adjusted her bra. “What are we doing?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” He looked totally confused, standing there in a pair of pants, with a dick that had suddenly gone semi-erect.

  Julissa pulled her blouse over her head, straightened up her skirt, and ran her fingers through her hair a couple times. She grabbed her purse and headed towards the door.

  He followed her. “Where are you going?”

  “Home.”

  “What about lunch?” He held out his arms to his sides.

  “The lunch hour is over, Q. I’ve got to go.”

  And with that she was gone.

  **

  Julissa made it home in time before Michael did. In time to take a shower, freshen up, fold and put away a load of clothes and begin dinner.

  Michael was singing and humming when he walked through the door. He loosened his tie and hung it on the door leading out towards the garage. Julissa watched him continue to hum, help himself to a Bud Light, and lean on the kitchen counter to look at her.

  “Someone’s in a good mood,” Julissa said.

  “I certainly am. How’s my fiancé’?” Michael leaned over and kissed her on the cheek as she rinsed a strainer full of cherry tomatoes under the faucet.

  “I’m good, actually. I had a closing today, so that’s always a good thing.”

  “Congratulations, baby,” he said. “But what happened to your neck?”

  “What? What about my neck?” Julissa’s hands went up to her neck, trying to feel what Michael was talking about.

  “Right here,” Michael placed his finger on the left side of her neck. “It’s red. Did you scratch yourself or something?”

  Oh, good gosh. Quinton did not give her a hickey. “I…Uh…Lori from the office had a new bottle of perfume. I asked her to try it out…” Julissa ran her finger over the spot Michael had just touched. “I think maybe I caught an allergic reaction from it.”

  “Oh, it was probably cheap. Don’t ever use other people’s toiletries, baby.” Michael kissed the spot and took his beer and disappeared into the family room.

  Julissa, still mortified, let out a sigh of relief.

  Chapter Eight

  It was Monday afternoon and Julissa had just called it quits for the day after working at home in her office. Her cell phone rang as soon as she was headed up the stairs.

  “Julissa Lorenzo.”

  “Hey, baby, it’s me. I’m calling from the office. What’s up?” It was Michael.

  “Hi. Are you through with your meetings?”

>   “Not quite. That’s what I’m calling to tell you. I’m going to be working late at the office, so don’t worry about a big dinner. We can do takeout when I get home, if you want.”

  Julissa wondered what was keeping him so late at the office. “Oh. Okay. What time should I expect you?”

  “Six or seven.”

  “Okay, baby. Don’t forget to get some more RSVPs for the dinner party. We need a more accurate head count, so that I get enough food.”

  “You got it, babe.”

  “See you later.”

  Julissa peeled out of her house clothes, turned on the shower, and got in. When she got out, she took out a gift box from the back of her closet. The black leather dress inside was a gift from Christina from a year ago. She had never worn it. Wear it when you have some persuading to do, wear it when you want to drop your man’s jaws, her friend had said. Before she could change her mind, she stepped into the sexy one piece outfit and chose stiletto ankle boots to match.

  After pulling her hair from her ponytail, running her fingers through a few times, and spritzing on her favorite perfume, she grabbed the duffle bag with her change of clothes, and hurried out of the door.

  **

  What if he wasn’t there? What if he was out running around town trying to find the next willing, able, and beautiful woman to spend his days and nights with? Julissa pressed the elevator button. Twelve. She hadn’t spoken with Quinton since Friday when she walked out on him. He hadn’t called or sent any email messages. Well, she was getting tired of the waiting game. And she missed him.

  Julissa walked quickly down the hallway, so that she wouldn’t even think about changing her mind. She stood in front of the door, rubbing her hands together. She knocked so quietly on the door that she wasn’t sure that he’d heard anything.

  Maybe she should just turn around and walk away. What was she doing here anyway lusting after a man who was not her fiancé?

  Just her luck, he opened the door. When he saw her standing there, he looked just as shocked as she was.

  “Uh…room service?” she mumbled.

  Quinton chuckled. “Lissa? What a surprise.” His eyes lingered on her outfit, and then on her bag.

  He pulled her inside and secured both door locks.

  “I was riding around in the neighborhood on my way to lunch and I wanted to stop by,” Julissa mumbled.

  “Oh, really?” He licked his lips as he continued to admire her outfit.

  “Yeah, I figured you were here. Maybe we can go downstairs and have lunch.” Julissa clutched her bag to her chest.

  “Right…” Quinton stood in front of her, his arms crossed, looking her up and down. He was still in his bathrobe and what looked like a pair of flannel pajamas.

  “Do you work in your pajamas all the time?” Her mediocre attempt to make casual conversation embarrassed her.

  “When working from home. It’s quite comfortable. You don’t?”

  “I do. Well, if you would like to get dressed, I’ll wait and we can go down to that restaurant you mentioned the other day. My treat.”

  “Julissa, put your bag down.”

  “What?”

  “You didn’t come here to eat lunch.” His eyes were squinted, almost daring her to tell a lie.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You know what I’m talking about. Why don’t you sit down, and get comfortable.”

  “I am comfortable.” She dropped her bag on his couch.

  “Come here.” Quinton took her hand and led her over to the bed to sit down. “Why did you come over here, Lissa?” He rested his hand on her bare thighs.

  “I told you. I got off early and wanted to come by and say hello.” Her impulses had led her here. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been thinking.

  “I thought you came by for lunch.”

  “Yeah and that too.”

  Quinton pulled at the strings of his robe and the garment fell down his shoulders on the bed. His chest was bare.

  Julissa bit her top lip, thinking of the way he tasted the other day.

  “Did you come here for me, Lissa?” He moved her to a standing position again. His hands skillfully unzipped the back of her outfit.

  “Yes.”

  He pulled the garment down her body, over her hips. The outfit dropped to the floor at her feet, revealing her half naked body. The only garment that covered her now was a pair of black silk see-thru thongs.

  This time he sat on the bed, and pulled her between his thighs. “I’m glad you did, because I’ve been thinking about you all…weekend…long.”

  Quinton buried his face between her breasts and began kissing and licking her there. His hands were everywhere, all over her body. She watched him as he took both her breasts in his hands and moved his tongue from side to side across her hardened nipples. He sucked on her nipples as if they were lollipops, pulling them with his lips and kneading them with his fingers until they were shaped like cylinders.

  Quinton stood up again, capturing her lips in a kiss. Not only was his body hard, but he had a hard dick to match.

  “I’m glad you’re here.” He turned and backed her up on the bed, then pushed her slowly on the pillows.

  Julissa swallowed.

  Quinton hovered over her making love to her body with his lips. He kissed every inch of her, from her forehead all the way down to her tip toes. Not one time did he take his eyes from hers. She squirmed on the bed as he licked around the tiny button on her belly.

  “Tell me something, Lissa? Do you like it hard and fast or soft and slow?” His fingers lingered along the seam of her panties.

  “Both.” She wanted it all. She wanted him to stay true to his words. She wanted everything he had to offer her.

  “You wore these for me.” He kissed the fabric covering her hairless mound. She could feel his tongue through the cloth.

  “Oh, gosh…yes…yes I did.”

  Quinton licked along the seam, his tongue flirting at the apex of her thighs. “Let’s see where we left off the last time.” His breath was hot against her. “Here.” He placed his fingers just above her clitoris hood and began rubbing slowly and softly.

  Moans escaped her lips once again. “Oh, Q…I need you so much.”

  “I know, baby, I need you, too. I’ve wanted this since the day I first saw you walk into this hotel.”

  “Then make love to me,” she whispered.

  Quinton lifted his head. “What did you say?”

  “I want to have sex with you.”

  “That’s not what you said, baby. You said make love to you and that’s just what I plan to do. Make love to you.” He bit the thong panties and slid them down her legs with his teeth. Positioned between her legs, he smiled. “Damn, baby, you got a phat ass pussy.”

  “What?”

  He licked his lips. “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” He lifted her legs one by one and placed them on his shoulders and then to put her in a more compromising position, he used his shoulders to push her legs back and spread her thighs even more.

  “Q…”

  “That’s me.” He buried his face between her legs and went to work, licking the inner and outer lips first and then moving to her clit.

  Julissa grabbed onto the sheets so tightly that the thing sprang free of the corners of the bed. He used his tongue to roll around her clit and moved the little bud up and down. Over and over and over again.

  “You taste like apples, baby.”

  He sucked on her clit lightly at first, then firmly. His tongue torture was nonstop, and he relentlessly assaulted her swollen clit with his lips and tongue. “Oh, Q…I can’t hold it…”

  “Don’t hold it, baby. Let go.” As if anticipating her release, he began to apply more pressure to her clit, flicking, licking, and sucking.

  Her release finally came. It racked her body so hard, that she trembled on the bed. If that was what an orgasm felt like with a man she wanted another.

  Julissa pul
led him up for a kiss.

  “That was a good one, baby. You needed that, didn’t you?” He whispered into her lips.

  She nodded and kissed him passionately, tasting her own juices. She was anxious to meet his dick, so she pushed her hands inside his pants. “Oh...” It was big and thick.

  Quinton chuckled a little and helped her pull his pajamas and boxers down her legs. His dick sprang free like it just couldn’t wait to get up out of those pants. And when she met it, Julissa eyes widened in amazement. She had never seen a dick so big in her life. She reached out slowly and wrapped her small fingers around it.

  Quinton groaned as she stroked it, admiring how the veins ran along the length of it and how the head was soft like a cotton ball. He leaned over, grabbed a duffle bag that was lying on the floor and pulled out a box of unopened condoms. After retrieving one pack, he enticed her back to the bed.

  He slid the Magnum condom down his engorged rod. “Are you certain this is what you want?”

  Julissa nodded slowly.

  “Without a doubt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Once this happens, things will never be the same between you and me.”

  “I’m ready, Q. I’m ready to risk it all.” Julissa spread her legs a little wider. “Come get this pussy.”

  He lifted one of her legs against his chest and positioned his head at the opening of her pussy. Their eyes locked together. Their bodies intersected slowly. She felt her canal spreading open wider than she had ever been before, adjusting to his size. When he hit the bottom, she closed her eyes, teeth clenched. “Oh, you feel so good.”

  Quinton began moving in and out, slowly. “This pussy is so incredibly tight, baby.”

  She wanted to feel all of him, so she arched up to take his entire dick. She began moving her hips up to meet his pelvis.

  “Slow down, baby.” Quinton took her hips to assist her in slowing her pace. “We have all the time in the world. Slow down and let me make love to you.”

  “Q, I’ve never been with another man…except for Mic—,” Julissa stopped herself before ruining this moment.