Risking It All

by Ambrielle Kirk

“Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to know who’s fucking you,” Quinton demanded. He moved her hips slowly with his hands, teaching her and coaching her.

  Before long, she moved her hips the same way, meeting his pelvis, her own hips grinding in sync with his thrusts.

  “Oh, yeah…that’s it, baby.” Placing her other leg up the same way, he pressed forward. With her thighs squeezed together slightly and lifted up against his chest, he plunged down over and over into her, moving a little faster. She gripped his back as another orgasm ripped through her body.

  Several positions later he finally let out a loud animalistic groan, confirming that he was finally satisfied. They lay there side by side, catching their breaths, while their body temperatures returned to normal.

  They must have fallen asleep because they were awakened by his cell phone ringing this time. She pulled away from Quinton, and he groaned in protest before breaking their tight embrace. Seeing she had one hour to make it home at the usual time, she grabbed her clothes and jumped in the shower.

  What she could not erase was the grin on her face? She felt like a woman renewed. That had been the best sex of her life. Where had Quinton been all this time? Why did she feel so guilty right now?

  As she positioned the shower head so that it sprayed down over her back and sore muscles, a big set of hands wrapped around her waist.

  “Q…” she closed her eyes and leaned back into his chest.

  He was naked, and warmer than the water cascading down over them.

  “You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you?” he whispered into the back of her neck.

  “I…”

  She never managed to protest as his fingers slid down her belly to stroke between her legs. He was hard, condom already in place, with the head pressing into her back.

  Quinton moved her to the other side of the stall and propped her hands on the slippery tile. He bit softly into her shoulder as he massaged her clit. The steam from the shower engulfed them, and the sound of the water hitting the floor seemed to relax her tension.

  She parted her legs, accepting him. He sunk only an inch deep into her aching pussy. “More, please.”

  She clenched around him as he teased her nipples, stroking them lightly with his fingertips. She moved her hips, coaxing him deeper inside. He buried himself within her with one long, firm stroke. She cried out against the stall as the pleasure-pain sliced through her. Pumping her slowly at first, he grabbed her waist, holding her ass steady.

  His thrusts became fast and strong, and he pounded her like a drum. The force of it caused her to climax and her legs became weak. She grasped at the tiles, as she came down from her orgasm, trying to hold herself up.

  Julissa went from being standing up in stall to being draped over his arms. “What are you doing?”

  “Carrying you.”

  “You didn’t come.”

  “Don’t worry. I will.”

  Quinton dropped her on the sofa. Without missing a beat, he spread her legs and dove into her once again. He lifted her feet to his chest, and angled her, hitting her G-spot with skillful precision.

  “You are so beautiful.” He rocked into her while holding her gaze.

  She grabbed at the chair cushions as pressure mounted within her. She couldn’t speak, and she wanted to scream. She bit her bottom lip to prevent it. He was relentless and knew exactly what he was doing to her.

  Julissa lifted her hips off the couch just as another orgasm raged through her, this time stronger than before. The walls of her pussy vibrated around him, and a fiery sensation flowed through her entire core. He followed her in climax, tilting his face to the ceiling, and groaning in pleasure.

  Later, after they were both satisfied and calm, she laid out a pair of black dress pants, a blue dress shirt, and business pumps. He cleared his throat from the corner of the room, and held up a pair of white lace underwear that looked familiar.

  “Those are mine.” Julissa smiled. “Where did you get those?”

  “You forgot them on Friday. I had them washed this weekend with my things.”

  She stuffed the black thong panties in the pocket of the dress pants, and took the clean white panties from Quinton, and put them on. “Thank you.”

  He pulled on some gym clothes and walked her down to her car.

  “Can we meet tomorrow morning to go look at some houses?” Quinton held the car door open and she got in.

  “I’ll meet you here at nine.” She closed the door.

  He held onto the window frame. “Don’t wear any panties this time.”

  Julissa tried to hide a smile. When she pulled off, she glanced at him in her rearview mirror as he headed back into the hotel.

  She wanted to turn around.

  **

  “What’s wrong, honey? Did something happen at the office?” Julissa asked, standing in the doorframe of Michael’s home office with her arms folded.

  He had come home, passed her in the living room without saying a word, entered his office, and slammed the door. Minutes later, she heard his loud voice yelling on the phone. She couldn’t quite make out the conversation because the door was closed, but from the string of curse words she captured, she could tell he was pissed.

  “Nothing. Will you order some pizza for dinner right now?” Michael took one look at her, and then focused back on the opened laptop in front of him.

  “Okay, but…do you want to talk about it?” Julissa pried the door open a little more and stepped inside. She wasn’t allowed in his office, not even to clean it.

  “No, I do not!” Michael dropped his head in his hands, breathed heavily into his palms, and then looked up again. He took a long swig of liquor out of the glass beside him. That was unlike Michael. He never had a drink of liquor without a mixer or a chaser. It looked like he was taking the Jack Daniels straight to the face.

  “Michael…baby,” Julissa walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulders, “What’s the matter?”

  “Julissa, why are you in here?” His voice went from calm to stern.

  “Michael, I just…thought you needed someone to talk to.”

  “Did I not tell you a moment ago that I don’t want to talk about it?” He glared at her, forehead wrinkled and eyebrows strewn together.

  When she didn’t answer, he jumped up. “Didn’t I?”

  “Yes,” she jumped back at little, but it was too late.

  Michael caught her in a choke hold and backed her up against a wall.

  “Michael, please…I’m sorry.”

  He did not release his hands from her throat. “You need to listen when I tell you something! What has gotten into you?”

  “Nothing,” she croaked.

  “You are never to come in my office again. You understand?”

  Julissa nodded her head.

  He pushed her head forcefully onto the wall.

  “Yes! I understand.” Julissa felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she held them in.

  He let go. She turned, trying to make a quick departure, but he caught her by the arm.

  “Where were you this afternoon, Julissa?” His fingers were digging into the flesh on her arm.

  “I worked at home today. I—”

  “I called the house shortly after lunch and you were not home. I called your office downtown and they said that you worked half a day today.”

  “I-I…a new client called me about seeing a property. I wanted to make another sale, so I met them.” Julissa couldn’t believe how quick she was able to come up with that lie. If Michael ever found out the truth about what was going on between her and Quinton, then she feared she would be one dead woman…or close to it.

  “Out of my office! Order the pizza and call me when it’s here!”

  **

  Michael must have slept in his office last night, because he never came to bed. Julissa was glad. She’d cried for hours before finally falling asleep. This Tuesday was an off day for her, but she suddenly remembered that she h
ad an important appointment with a client and not just any client. Quinton Brennan was his name.

  Looking at the clock in the kitchen, she was already five minutes late meeting Quinton at the hotel. She started to call him to explain that she had had a rough night and didn’t fall asleep until late, but decided against it.

  Instead, she pulled on her work clothes, grabbed a bagel and coffee and headed out the door. When she pulled into the parking lot to the hotel, she dialed his number.

  “Hi, Beautiful,” he said on the other end.

  “Hi, Q. Sorry I’m a little late. I forgot to set my alarm clock last night.”

  “No problem. I was just working on getting a few things done before next week. I’ll actually be a busy man, then. Trying to enjoy the free time while I can.”

  “I’ve just pulled up. Are you ready to go?”

  “Baby, you don’t sound so hot. Are you okay?”

  Julissa sighed. “I have a really bad headache. My day hasn’t exactly gotten off to a good start yet.”

  “You sure you want to go out now with your headache? Did you take something for it?”

  “No, not yet.”

  “I have some Advil. Should I come down and get you?”

  “No, I’ll come up.”

  Quinton was waiting by the lobby elevators when she came in. They hugged briefly and then rode the elevators back up to his suite. “You don’t look so hot either.”

  Julissa looked at him and frowned. “Thanks for the compliment.”

  “Oh! You know what I mean. You’re beautiful even on days like these. I just wish you felt better, that’s all.” Quinton held the door open for her and she walked in.

  She immediately dropped her bags and slumped down in his chair.

  He knelt down beside her, kissing her on the forehead, face, cheek, and lips.

  “Are you trying to make me feel better?”

  He continued kissing her. “Yes.”

  Julissa smiled. “Well, it’s working.”

  Quinton grinned and got up and then walked the short distance to the kitchen area. He came back with a travel size pack of Advil and a glass of water. “Here. Take these. Did you at least have breakfast?”

  “A bagel.” Julissa popped the pills and chased them with water.

  “A bagel?” Quinton gawked. “What kind of breakfast is that? What happened to the grits, eggs, pancakes, sausage, and bacon?”

  “Mmmm. That’s sounds good. Are you trying to make me hungry?”

  “I’ve got an idea! Let’s do breakfast.” Before Julissa could say anything, Quinton had picked up the hotel phone and was on the other line ordering grits, eggs, pancakes, sausage, and bacon.

  The room service attendant arrived and rolled the tray of steaming hot breakfast right in front of them.

  “I think I may gain weight hanging around you,” Julissa said.

  “No, you won’t. We can go to the gym downstairs after this, if you want.” He grinned. “Or better yet, did you know that just thirty minutes of sex burns up to 85 calories?”

  She couldn’t hide her smile. “And of course, that’s something you would know.”

  “Besides, baby, I like my women shapely, just like you are.”

  After eating breakfast and watching early morning talk shows and news casts, they used both their laptops to search for homes.

  “What about this neighborhood?” Quinton said, pointing to the map on the computer screen. “Looks like the crime rate is really low. Property taxes are up, but home values are pretty steady.”

  “Quinton, that’s like one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the city of Atlanta. Are you sure you want to go there?”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  “I mean, we’re talking the starting price range for the four bedroom you want is around five hundred grand and can go well into the millions.”

  “That’s my price range,” Quinton said, nonchalantly.

  Julissa had never asked Quinton what his price range was as far as homes for himself. He’d never flaunted money with her. It had never seemed like an issue or big deal for him.

  “Well, it looks like there will be a couple of open houses on Saturday in that neighborhood, if you’re interested. Let’s also start on a list of maybe three or four homes not included in the open house, and we’ll look at those as well.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  “Who knows? If you’re lucky like last time, you may find something that day.”

  “That’s my plan.”

  **

  “We don’t ever get any work done when we’re together,” Julissa said, as Quinton slowly removed her heels.

  “What do you mean? We have our list of houses for Saturday. I even saw that you sent a few emails to satisfy your work. Now, we can play.” Quinton had lifted her feet to his lips and ran his tongue in between her toes.

  Julissa giggled and tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. He continued using his fingers to tickle the soles of her feet. Seconds later, Quinton had her rolled into a ball in a fit of laughter. “Stop it…stop it.”

  He obeyed her this time. He took each of her ten toes to his mouth again and sucked sensuously.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed.

  He removed his shirt and took her heels into his palms and kissed them. He had her so turned on that she was caressed her own breasts through the silk blouse she wore.

  Quinton reached up and started to unbuckle her top. She wasted no time taking the blouse and bra off. Next, he stopped to unbuckle and unzip her pants, pulling them down her hips and hung them neatly on the headboard.

  He took off her panties and laid them out on the nightstand. “Didn’t I tell you not to wear panties?”

  Julissa looked at him sheepishly, nodding.

  “Your punishment will follow.”

  She grinned. She was looking forward to it.

  He licked and bite at the soft flesh of her calves while she continued caressing her own breasts. When he reached the inside or her thighs, he lingered there for what seemed like an eternity paying attention to everything else but her center. She squirmed and moved her hips on the bed. Her emotions were out of control, and her body disobeyed and moved on its own accord.

  His tongue entered her pussy, slowly. In and out of her, and between her moistened lips. He spread her with his fingers and tortured the hood of her clit until it was swollen with arousal. It seemed like little time had passed before he managed to make her come. Her body shuddered and she felt the warm juices flooding out of her. He didn’t stop. He tortured her clit, bringing forth another powerful orgasm.

  Quinton lifted himself, grinning as if pleased at what he had just done to her. He licked his lips, tasting her.

  “You make me feel so good, Q.”

  “Just good?” Quinton tore the condom wrapper open and began rolling it onto himself.

  “Better than good. Ecstatic.” Julissa was ready for his dick, so she opened her legs and spread her glistening pussy lips open for him. Her hands went down to touch her pussy. Her fingers slid effortless over her wet lips.

  “Oh, you want to be a bad girl, today, don’t you?” He stroked his dick up and down slowly with his hands, watching her rub her clit.

  “Yes…I’ve been very bad. I’m waiting for my punishment.”

  “Be careful what you ask for.”

  Julissa moved her fingers in a come hither motion.

  Quinton groaned and in one quick motion, he dragged her ass to the end of the bed. He pushed his thick dick into her pussy, aggressively, causing her to scream.

  He fucked her intensely. Her hot pussy clenched around him.

  “Is this the way you want it?” Holding his stance on the floor, he supported her legs in his arms, moving his hips back and forth.

  “Yes.”

  “Your pussy is so juicy and wet, Lissa. I could fuck you all night long. I want to fuck you every…single…day.”

  He pulled out and kneeled in front of her to tease her sensitive clit
with his tongue once again. She shivered as she felt strong tension between her legs. He stopped short of letting her come.

  “Turn around.”

  When she turned around and lay out on the bed, Quinton slapped her ass. She moaned as her clit throbbed in anticipation.

  “On your knees,” he demanded again.

  Julissa did as he commanded, pushing her ass back towards him. He slapped her again, and then rubbed the very same spot slowly softly. Caressing her mounds with tender care. He poised his dick directly over his opening and slammed into her from behind.

  She cried out, and then buried her head in the pillow. Her g-spot and clit received maximum sensation as he beat into her, plunging deep over and over again.

  He thrust harder, his balls slapping against her ass and pussy.

  “Quinton,” she screamed as another climax overtook her.

  He gripped her waist tighter, and came with her.

  They collapsed on the bed in each other’s arms, too breathless to utter a word.

  Chapter Nine

  When she got home later that afternoon, she was greeted by a vase of flowers on the kitchen counter. There was also a homemade strawberry shortcake, her favorite, sitting beside it. The card inside the envelope read: For my lovely, fiancé’, Julissa. Love, Michael.

  She stopped off at the wash room first to empty her handbag of dirty laundry before heading up the stairs. She found him lying face up on the bed, remote in hand, watching the LCD television over the fireplace in their bedroom. He smiled when he saw her.

  “Hello, Michael. Thanks for the flowers. And the cake.”

  “You deserve it.” He stared at her intensely as she came to stand alongside the bed. “Don’t you look refreshed? You’re glowing. Slept in late this morning, didn’t you?”

  “As a matter of fact, I did.” Julissa sat down beside him.

  He rolled over to face her, head rested in his palm. “How was your meeting today?”

  “Huh?” What meeting was he talking about?

  “I called around the office and Martha said you were in meetings. I guess she got tired of me calling back because she finally told me that you were in meetings all day.” Julissa made a mental note to ask Martha what made her cover for her.