Risking It All

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “And when will you realize that if we continue in this way, we both are in danger of being caught?” Michael suspected too much. He realized that something was different about her. The more time she spent with Quinton, the less time she was occupied trying to please Michael.

  “I’m not the one who wants to hide our relationship, Lissa? I want this. I want you.”

  “Quinton, please…I need time to think. Time away from everything. Don’t attempt to come here. I will see you in a couple days at closing.”

  Julissa hung up the phone.

  **

  “How is everything going?” Christina asked

  Julissa had just stepped out of the shower on Thursday night, when Christina called her on the cell phone.

  “Okay.”

  “Just okay? You don’t sound as if everything is okay.”

  She knew Christina would try to get her to talk. The truth was, she really didn’t want to talk to anyone at all for that matter. She just wasn’t in the mood.

  “Everything is okay.” Julissa wrapped herself in a bathrobe before entering the bedroom, taking her body cream with her.

  “Come on, Lissa. You know very well what I’m talking about? Is Michael there or something?”

  Michael was not home yet from work, but he would soon be. “Nothing has changed about my situation, if that’s what you want to know.”

  “Does that mean you’re still sleeping with Quinton?” Her tone of voice became harsh.

  Julissa sat on the edge of bed. “Not really. I mean, no, we decided that we would stop earlier this week. After he closes on his home, I doubt that we will be seeing much of each other anymore.”

  “You doubt?”

  “Like I said, after our work relationship is over, it will be easier to separate myself from him. Before, I couldn’t do that.”

  “You couldn’t?”

  She frowned. “Christina! Why are you repeating after everything I say? Do you think that I’m lying?” A friend was supposed to support her, not doubt her.

  “I just feel that you’ve been neglecting Michael this whole entire time. What has gotten into you? This is so not like you, Lissa.”

  “Whose side are you on, anyway?” Phone cradled between her shoulder and ears, Julissa began applying body cream to her arms and legs.

  “Yours. That’s why I’m kind of warning you. Why haven’t you guys started planning for your wedding? Have you put that on the back burner, too, so you could continue your affair?”

  “What? Christina, I don’t need this from you.”

  “Look, all I’m saying is that if you didn’t want to marry Michael, you shouldn’t have said yes, knowing you were going to sleep with Quinton. Do you even want to be with Michael?”

  Julissa couldn’t believe that her best friend was disciplining her. She was an adult. She could make her own decisions. “Yes, I want to be with Michael.”

  “Then you should start doing whatever you can so that he is aware of that. Because, right now, girl…you’re slippin’. Don’t you want to get married?”

  “Okay, I made a few mistakes.” Julissa opened up her robe and applied the cream to her torso. “But, I’ve told you that those mistakes will not happen again.”

  “So you want your relationship to work with Michael?”

  “Yes, I do. I want the real Michael back. The one that I met across the street from the café so long ago. I haven’t told you this before, but over the past year or so things have really changed about Michael.”

  “Great. You two will work this out, I’m sure.” Christina seemed satisfied.

  Julissa wasn’t sure why she was so concerned about her and Michael’s relationship. She’d never been this worried before. Perhaps it was because she was worried about signing her own marriage license over the past year that she didn’t have time to talk about Julissa’s love life.

  “I—,” Before Julissa could continue, she heard steps. Michael’s steps. And then the door opened to their bedroom.

  “You what?” Christina asked.

  “What is this talk about me? I heard my name coming up the stairs?” he asked.

  “Is that Michael?”

  “Yes, Christina, it’s Michael. He just got home.” Julissa wrapped the robe tightly around her naked body.

  Michael joined her at the bedside and pushed his hands down into the opening of the robe and smoothed his palm against her neck.

  Julissa stiffened.

  “Ask Christina how the married life is?”

  Christina must have heard Michael because she responded. “Tell him that I said it’s great. Lots of excitement. And lots of sex.”

  “She said it’s great.”

  His fingers had also moved further down to her breasts.

  “That’s not all I said. Tell him,” Christina urged.

  “She said lots of excitement,” Julissa mumbled.

  “And?” Christina pressed some more.

  “And she said lots of sex.”

  Michael smiled. “Well, perhaps, if she were to let you off the phone then we can get a head start right now on the excitement and sex.” He pressed his lips to her neck.

  “Oooo,” Christina replied. “I see you have no problems in the bedroom. Enjoy! Bye-bye, girl, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  Christina hung up the phone, leaving her to face Michael alone.

  “You smell good,” Michael said, moving the tip of his nose across her skin. It was cold.

  “It’s my lotion.” Julissa held up the jar of body cream out to him, hoping to increase the space between them.

  “I see that.” Michael took the jar out of her hand and placed it on the nightstand. He pushed her robe off her shoulders and onto the bed to reveal her naked body except for a pair of satin bikini panties.

  He groaned aloud, taking in an eyeful. Julissa had always had that effect on Michael, so it was no surprise. It was the frequency of taking out time to have sex with each other that had decreased.

  He tweaked both her nipples with his thumb and fingers. His fingers were chilly and they peaked right up. Michael had not approached her since that night he slapped her and had his way with her body. He either slept on the couch or slipped into the bed so late in the night that she didn’t even notice until she woke up beside him. Maybe he was sorry for what he’d done, but he’d never so much as uttered a verbal apology.

  “Julissa, how would you like me to fuck you tonight?”

  “Michael…” Not another night like before.

  He managed to part her legs. “Answer my question.” He undressed himself. First, his shirt, and then his pants and briefs.

  “I don’t want…” Julissa didn’t finish.

  “Don’t say that you don’t want it, Julissa. Because you do. It was you who said that you want me to come home and fuck you. Do you remember that?” Michael pulled her panties down her legs.

  “Yes.”

  “Then why are you trying to deny it? How do you want it?” Michael stroked himself with his right hand, fingering her clit with his left. “Has cat got your tongue now? All of a sudden, you can’t speak?” Michael bent his head and suckled her nipple into this mouth. His touch felt foreign and unfamiliar. With both arms, he pulled her forward, until her ass was rested on the edge of the bed, and placed the head of his dick on her pussy.

  He kissed her. “I love you, Julissa.”

  Julissa only half wished that she could erase the last couple of months. But, that would mean she would have to give up her engagement to Michael. It would also mean she would have never met Quinton.

  Quinton’s face was a clear vision in her head, like a memory that would not go away, even while with her fiancé. How could she even think about him?

  Julissa flinched and bit her bottom lip when Michael tried to enter her. Her barrier would not allow it. She was not aroused. Her pussy was dry. But, if Michael wanted to enter her, he could. He had proven that a few nights ago.

  Michael looked into her eyes. “You won’t
let me in?” He almost looked pitiful. “I know what you need.” He dipped his head and buried his face between her legs. The strokes of his tongue were long and slow as he licked from her opening to her clit. “Mmmmm, babe, this is the best tasting pussy ever.”

  When Michael wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck, she closed her eyes, and laid back on the bed. Michael moaned into her pussy, as he sucked and licked her.

  It still wasn’t enough to make her cum. The rhythm was a little off and licks were too hard. Julissa rubbed the top of his head with her hands. Before long, she was moving his head the way that she wanted him to lick her and he was catching on pretty quickly. With her hands she pushed him back just a little. “Lick it just like that. Softer,” she instructed.

  “Mmmmmm,” he moaned, between licks. “You’re so sweet, babe.”

  Julissa moved her pelvis, thrusting herself at him. At the same time, she kept her hand on the top of his head, so he would not lose the tempo. She closed her eyes and imagined what she really needed. What she needed was to be fucked. The reality was that Michael was right. What she wanted was a big thick dick pummeling her pussy from all different angles and at many different speeds. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to have his dick fill her pussy right now. Where was he when she really needed him? She needed him now more than ever. “Ooooo. Right there, right there. Q. Mmmm.”

  Julissa’s eyes flew open and she lifted herself up. She didn’t just say his name.

  “What’s wrong?” Michael looked up at her, startled. His lips were glistening wet with her pussy juices.

  “Nothing.” Julissa shook her head. “I…nothing. Just fuck me.” Julissa lifted her legs up onto his shoulders.

  The smile on Michael’s face spread wider at her invitation. He threw his head back in pleasure as he entered her juicy wet canal. Michael pounded her quickly, intensely, as if he was sex deprived. He came moments later, landing on top of her.

  “You’re squishing me,” she said, and slid out from under him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Mr. Brennan. Congratulations. You just bought yourself a house.” The closing attorney handed Quinton a set of keys from across the table.

  “Thank you.” Quinton took the keys in his palm and smiled. “I appreciate your help with the closing.”

  After shaking hands and gathering up their belongings, Quinton followed Julissa outside in the parking lot.

  “I’m happy for you.” She leaned against her, smiling at him.

  “Since this could not have been possible without your help, would you like to assist me in celebrating with a little champagne in my new home?”

  Julissa looked at the time on her cell phone. “I would love to. I can only stay for a little bit. I’ll follow you.” Not that she would have said no.

  Quinton helped her into the car.

  She followed him the twenty miles or so to his beautiful new home. When they pulled up in the circular driveway, Julissa thought the home looked just as extravagant as it had been when she first saw it. Leaving her bags and cell phone behind, she got out of the car and walked with Quinton to the front door.

  “You’ve got your work cut out for you, Q,” she said, as they sauntered into the main room.

  “I’ve got a little help coming. First thing in the morning, I’ll have the cleaning people out.”

  “When are you officially moving in?”

  “Tonight. I won’t have to pay another red cent to that pricey hotel I’ve been staying in. I may have to sleep on the floor, but hey, I’ll go shopping tomorrow for a nice, comfy bed.”

  “I would get lonely in here all by myself,” Julissa walked through the dining room and looked up at the glass chandelier, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. “I wanted to ask what one man would do with so much space.”

  “Move in with me then.”

  One look at him revealed that he was absolutely serious. “You know that is not an option.” Julissa walked into the huge kitchen. Her stilettos made click-clacking noises on the tile, echoing through the empty space.

  Quinton placed a paper bag on the counter. He pulled out a bottle of wine and two plastic champagne glasses. “Hope you don’t mind the plastic. At least until I get some real dishes in here.”

  “This is just fine.”

  Quinton popped the top of the bottle of champagne and filled both their cups with it.

  “A toast?” Quinton handed one to her and picked up the other for himself. “A toast to new beginnings.”

  “To new beginnings.” They toasted, and then peered over their cups at each other as they drank.

  Quinton placed his empty glass on the counter and pulled another item out of his bag. The box was covered in black velvet. It was way too large to store a ring, but Julissa had seen enough to know that the box contained some type of jewelry.

  “For you.” Quinton handed the box to her.

  Smiling, she accepted it. “Q, you didn’t have to.”

  “I wanted to. Without your help, I couldn’t have gotten a better deal on this house.” he said. “Open it.”

  Julissa lifted the lid and almost dropped the entire box. Inside was a diamond necklace. The platinum base was thick platinum and was the type worn just below the collar bone. It sparkled and gleamed from the light above them.

  “It’s beautiful.” She lifted the necklace out of the box and placed it against her chest.

  “Like you.” Quinton reached for the necklace. “Let me.”

  Julissa held her hair up as he fastened the necklace on her. She didn’t miss the tingles that shot down her spine as his fingers grazed across the back of her neck. “Perfect.”

  “I love this, Quinton. But, you know—”

  “I know, Lissa. Don’t say it. If you want, you can keep it here and wear it when you’re with me.”

  “Q…” she started. How could she tell him that she planned to never see him again?

  Quinton reached in his bag again and the words that were on the tip of her tongue were forgotten. This time it was a box wrapped in red shiny paper. “For you, too.”

  “Thank you, Q, for the necklace. And for this. But—”

  “Open it, please. This one, you can take with you…”

  Julissa peeled the wrapper off the box to reveal a bottle of the perfume that she always wore. In fact, she was wearing it right now.

  “How did you know?”

  “The smell. With the help of the sales lady, I finally found the one you wore.” Quinton lifted his hands to her face. “Even now, you smell so good.” He pulled her face closer to his.

  “Q, I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “The only way you can hurt me is if you refuse to see me like you did this past week.” He moved in to kiss her.

  Julissa didn’t protest. She kissed him back. Just one more time. One more time. And then she’d let it be over.

  “He senses things.”

  “Forget about him when you’re with me. Or better yet, leave him.” He sucked on her lower lips softly.

  “It’s not as easy as you think.” She stepped into his arms and sighed as his body pressed against hers.

  They kissed aggressively and her hands were all over his body. Down the front of his pants, squeezing his ass, and running her palms across his chest. Likewise, his hands were moving all over her. He was already making love to her lips, face, neck, and shoulders with his lips and tongue.

  Catching her off guard, Quinton lifted her and placed her on the center island. His lips were still on her neck.

  Julissa didn’t know what had happened to her, but she was already trying to undo his zipper. The dick she had been yearning for was hidden in his pants. She couldn’t wait to see it again. When she reached down to cup him, he groaned. He returned the favor by spreading her legs, moving her panties aside and inserting two fingers inside her pussy. She immediately arched her back to meet his fingers as they moved in and out of her.

  “Who’s been messing a
round with my pussy, Lissa?” he whispered into her neck.

  “I…Ooooo.”

  His thumb circled her clit, slowly, softly.

  “Who?”

  “No one pleases me like you, Q. No one.” His fingers were working magic on her, and her juices soaked the seat of her panties, as she became aroused.

  Julissa moved her pelvis in sync with his fingers.

  “That’s right, Lissa. Work that pussy for me.”

  “Are you gonna make me come, baby?”

  “You know I always do.” Quinton reached behind her and unzipped the back of her skirt. Lifting her up, they both removed her clothes until she was naked on top of his island. He licked his lips before he dove his head between her legs. His tongue entered her pussy.

  One thing was for sure…this man loved to eat pussy and he was extremely good at it. There was no schooling him on staying in tempo. There was no pushing or pulling on him to get him to lick softer or harder. He had the art of pussy licking down to a science. Moments later she was screaming his name as she came. Without lifting her up, he entered her. The more she moaned and screamed the harder he fucked her.

  “Is it good, Lissa?”

  “Yes!”

  “You like the way I fuck you, huh?”

  “Yes!”

  He lifted both her legs on to his shoulder and moved her hips forward in tempo.

  “Are you gonna talk that shit again about breaking us up?”

  “Noooo!”

  “That’s good, because I promise that I’ll never stop fucking you.” He spread her legs, moving faster, watching as her breasts bounce up and down. “That’s a promise I intend to keep.”

  “Don’t ever stop...”

  “Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?”

  “It’s all yours.”

  “Whose?”

  “Quinton.”

  Her entire body trembled the moment she came, making her pussy clamp around his dick like a suction on a vacuum. Muffling the sound of his groans by biting into her ankles, he came long and hard.

  When she realized that she’d stayed longer than she was supposed to she hurriedly pulled on her clothes.