Risking It All

by Ambrielle Kirk

  Quinton eagerly caressed and sucked on the little aching buds. He sucked aggressively and lovingly on her plush skin. She knew that she had the hickies to prove it, but she didn’t care. He squeezed both breasts together and licked the nipples. She moaned.

  “You like that?” he whispered.

  “Oh, yes.” She was working her pussy over his erection like she was giving a lap dance.

  “Something else needs attention, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  Quinton popped the buttons on her jeans and pushed his hands down into her jeans and massaged her flesh. At the same time, he still suckled her nipples. “You want my tongue to make you come…like this.” He flicked his tongue quickly over her nipples.

  She shuddered.

  He found her clit and used a finger to massage her clit. “And you want me to suck on your clit…like this.” He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.

  She hissed.

  “And you want me to fuck you…like this.” He pushed his finger up inside her wet pussy and pumped.

  “Oh, Q…I need you so bad. Fuck me, right now.” The tension inside her built rapidly. She needed something more. Wanted it. The sensation of his tongue against her ultra-sensitive nipples and the massage that he delivered to her clit was all she needed. Her orgasm was powerful, as she shuddered helplessly above him.

  He caught her lips in his and kissed her until she was done.

  “Oh, Q. This pussy is so wet. I want you to fuck me hard,” she purred.

  “I’m gonna fuck you good and hard,” Quinton removed his finger from her jeans and placed it up to his lips.

  She watched, extremely turned on, as he licked her juices from his fingers.

  She leaned forward and licked too, their tongues touching. “Then, do it, Q. Fuck me.”

  Julissa kissed him.

  “I will fuck you.” Quinton lifted her straps back over her shoulders, covering her breasts. “But not right now.” Seeing that her nipples were still hard, he kissed both of them through her top. “You go take care of your business. And after you have done that, you come back here. You come here to me and I promise you that I will take care of my business. I will fuck you any way you want me to. I promise.” He lifted himself so that they were both standing up now. “Now, go. Go do what you have to do.”

  Julissa frowned like a little child whose mother just told her that she couldn’t have any chocolate ice cream. “Q? Why?”

  “Don’t worry, Lissa. We’re gonna finish what we started because I know you’ll be back. Very soon, I hope.”

  Quinton kissed her forehead and led her out of the bedroom. He led her all the way down to the foyer, out the door, and helped her in her car. He must have seen her looking at the front of jeans, madly. She wanted him. Why would he do something like this to her?

  He smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here, ready and waiting, when you come back.”

  “Fine.” She slammed the door and began backing out of the driveway. The last look she took of Quinton before she turned away was of him with that sideways smirk on his face from his childhood.

  He’d made smart move. It was as though he knew, without a doubt, that she’d be back for more.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Julissa waited and waited and waited on the couch that night for Michael to get home. His dinner, still in the microwave, was cold six hours ago. At midnight, he had still not come home yet. And Julissa waited, watching episode after episode of comedy television shows, wringing her hands over and over again. Rehearsing over and over again in her head how she would tell Michael that she was leaving him. Golf clothes that he had worn from this morning were balled up in the hamper and his golf bag was in the garage indicating that he had arrived home early that afternoon before Julissa had gotten there.

  Julissa even called his cell phone three times, once at nine, ten, and then again at eleven. He sent all three calls to voicemail. The last time she called him, his phone was turned completely off. The other times Michael had come home in the early hours of the morning, he had been out drinking or playing cards with his buddies. Julissa waited and waited until she fell asleep on the couch.

  At nine the next morning, she got up and Michael’s car wasn’t in the garage and he was nowhere to be found. She began to worry. What if he was in trouble? What if he was hurt somewhere? Maybe he spent the night over at his friend’s house and got up and went to work from there.

  After jumping in the shower and brushing her teeth, she dialed Michael’s work number. It rang four times and went to his voicemail. From the pre-recorded greeting announcing that it was Friday, instead of Monday, she knew that he hadn’t gone to the office this morning.

  Something was wrong.

  She made a call into her office to Martha.

  “Good morning. This is Martha.”

  “Hi, Martha. This is Julissa. Listen, I got up feeling a little cranky this morning. I’m in no mood to work. I think I’m gonna take a sick day.”

  “Oh. I hope you feel better. Is there anything you want me to do that needs to get done today?”

  “Nothing urgent. I’ll have both my office lines forwarded to my personal phone if someone needs to reach me urgently.”

  “Okay. Take care.”

  When she hung up with Martha, Julissa paced the foyer trying to figure out what she should do. She had no idea where Michael was, so she didn’t know where to begin if she wanted to go out looking for him. Michael had never done this. He had stayed out late many times before, but at least he always came home afterward. She calmed herself down and dialed Christina’s number.

  “Hi, Julissa.”

  “Christina, Michael didn’t come home last night.” Julissa thought she was calm, but her voice was panicked.

  “Oh.” Christina was silent for a long time, and then she said, “Try calling his cell phone.”

  “I did! I called him several times last night and he didn’t pick up. I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning. He came home yesterday afternoon and left and I haven’t heard from him.”

  “Okay. Calm down. Did you two talk about anything yesterday?”

  “No, I didn’t see him yesterday. I mean, I saw him, but it was that morning, and he just said he was going to play golf and would be back that afternoon.”

  “Try the phone at his office.”

  “I did!” Julissa was getting impatient. “Christina, you try calling him. If he’s angry at me, there is a chance he’s not answering my calls to get back at me. Can you please just call him?”

  “Well, did you give him reason to be angry?” Christina asked.

  “No! Call him right now. I need to know.”

  “Okay. Hang up and I’ll call you right back.”

  Julissa hung up the phone and sat on the couch, waiting for Christina to call her back taping her feet. When the phone rang, she answered before the second ring.

  “Did he pick up?”

  “No,” Christina said, slowly, “It rang and went to his voicemail.”

  “Oh, no…where could he be?” Julissa dropped her hand in her head.

  “Julissa, just calm down, okay? I’m sure that he spent the night at a friend’s house or something. Maybe he went out for drinks and couldn’t drive himself home.”

  “I hope so.”

  “I’m at work, right now, Julissa. Wait another hour and see if he shows or calls, and then call me back. Okay?”

  “Okay,” Julissa nodded.

  Not wanting to wait another minute, she dialed the main line to Michael’s company.

  “It’s a great morning here at Stonemead Finance and Investments. How may I direct your call?”

  “Who am I speaking with?”

  “My name is Patricia. How may help you?”

  “Patricia, I’m trying to reach Michael Gerard. It’s his fiancé. Is he in the office by any chance?”

  “No, ma’am. Michael is working out of the office with a client. He’s asked that all calls be routed
directly to voicemail. May I take a message and give it to him when he gets back this afternoon?”

  Realizing that Michael was aware, alive, and avoiding her on purpose, Julissa’s mouth fell open.

  “Ma’am? Hello?”

  Julissa hung up her cell phone. How dare he have her worry about his whereabouts and safety? He was perfectly fine and he was purposely avoiding her phone calls. Furious, she stormed upstairs, grabbed a duffel bag, and began folding her clothes into it. She’ll show him. Here she was trying to give him a proper breakup and he was out all night doing God only knows what, and he was avoiding her phone calls for Christ’s sake. I wonder how he would like it if she just packed up her shit, left, and never looked back.

  “Where are you going?”

  Michael’s voice startled her so much that she could have jumped six feet into the air.

  “Nowhere. Wh-Wh-Where have you been?” Julissa was breathless.

  Michael’s eyes wandered to her and the duffle bag on the bed, half-filled with clothes. “The question was…where…are…you…going?” he asked again, placing emphasis on each word like she was a child, hard of hearing. He placed a briefcase on the coffee table in front of the fireplace.

  “I was angry that you were purposely avoiding my calls.” And what else, Julissa? Tell him.

  “That still doesn’t answer the question. I said, where?”

  “Christina’s. Somewhere away from you,” Julissa blurted.

  “Christina’s?” He took another look at her and then walked slowly into the master bathroom.

  Julissa zipped up the duffel bag and sat on the bed, waiting for Michael to emerge again. Suddenly, everything that she had rehearsed last night was now only a distant memory. What was she supposed to be telling him?

  Michael came out of the bathroom, with his shirt and tie in his hands. He draped them across the lounge chair. “Do they sell bagels at 1204 Cheshire Bridge Way?”

  “What?” What the heck was he talking about? She tried to rack her brain, but nothing came up.

  Michael removed his watch and placed it on the end table and then he removed his belt and draped it over his shirt and tie. He did this slowly as if over thinking his actions and his words before they came.

  “The bagels, Julissa. Did you forget to pick up the bagels on Saturday?”

  “Oh! Yes, I did. I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry?” Michael stepped forward and reached out. Instincts told Julissa to flinch and move back. But instead of the slap that she expected, he lifted her chin gently and moved her head from side to side, inspecting her neck. “You went out again on Sunday, didn’t you? Couldn’t you have picked them up, then?”

  Julissa put her hands up to her neck and lowered her face. “I’ve had a lot to do and I’ve been kind of forgetful lately.”

  “Right. You’ve been a very busy woman, Julissa. Coming and going as you please. Forgetting everything. Acting strangely.”

  “Michael, that’s what I need to talk to you about.” You can do it, Julissa. Just say it and you’re free to go.

  “Go ahead.” Michael crossed his arms over his chest.

  “I…you know…” Julissa fumbled with the engagement ring on her finger. “Things haven’t been the same with us for the past year or so. It’s like we’re growing apart.”

  “Does it have something to do with 1204 Cheshire Bridge Way?” There he goes again. What the heck was he talking about? And then Julissa got stiff and froze. Now, it was so clear to her, like a picture. She had closed on a home this past week, 1204 Cheshire Bridge Way. She remembered signing the paperwork and seeing the address on contract several times. Quinton’s address. The address to his new home.

  “Yes,” Michael hissed, watching her intently. “Maybe us growing apart has something to do with you and the so called real estate you helped him purchase.”

  “Michael…”

  “Maybe it was something to do with the fact that you have been letting him fuck your brains out!”

  The slap that followed was unexpected. She fell back on the bed on top of her duffel bag.

  “No!” She held her face in her hands, shocked at the pain.

  “No?” Michael grabbed her by the straps to her dress and they ripped in two. He reached out again and gripped her by the throat, pulling her closer to his face. “Do you think that I am stupid? Do you take me for a motherfuckin’ fool?” The veins in his neck and forehead were bulging and she swore that she could see the blood rushing through them.

  “You’re hurting me,” she cried. His fingers were digging into her neck.

  “Hurting you?” He laughed. “Julissa, I feel like putting more than those hickies on your neck right now.”

  “I was going to tell you!”

  “Are you out of your fucking mind?” He pushed her back down on the bed, and paced back and forth in front of it.

  Julissa looked at the door. Contemplating whether she should try to make a run for it. “I was going to tell you last night. But, you didn’t come home.”

  “Shut up!” He glared at her again. “How many times did you fuck him?”

  Julissa looked at him and didn’t say a word.

  “Oh,” Michael chuckled despite the angry expression on his face. “I already know the answer. Too many times, huh? You lost count on two hands? Is that it? You fucking whore!”

  “Please, I’m sorry. I wanted to come to you, but I was scared. I knew you would act like this.”

  “Was I not good enough for you, Julissa? You had to go out looking for sex like a bitch in heat!” Michael opened his briefcase. “And of all people…the Quinton Brennan. Richard’s cousin? Do you know that he questioned the way I do things at my company during a meeting in front of my boss? The nerve of him? He tried to fuck with my job and he’s fucking my fiancé.”

  “Michael, I’m not leaving you because of Quinton. We were through before I met him. I don’t see a future with you anymore. You’re too…you’re just too…violent, disrespectful. Things have changed about you.” Julissa stood up and threw the bag over her shoulder.

  “I can’t believe that I trusted you. Never in a million years would I think that you would stoop so low. Had she not said anything, I would have continued to be a fool in my own goddamn house, calling a whore like yourself my fiancé.”

  “What do you mean she? Who said something?”

  Michael smiled. “Christina came to me, Julissa. She said that I should really pay more attention to you or you would leave me. It took a lot to get the information I needed from her, but she broke down and told me everything she knew.”

  Julissa gasped. She felt betrayed. How could Christina have done this to her? Christina had known what she had done all along. She had known the moment that Julissa called her this morning concerned about the whereabouts of Michael. That trifling heffa had said nothing.

  “I still didn’t believe her. I needed some solid evidence for myself. And evidence I got. Lots of it.” Michael reached in his briefcase and pulled out a folder. With a sinister smile, he tossed it on the bed next to her.

  Julissa was afraid to look at him. She slid the duffle bag on the floor, bent down, and picked up the folder, fingers twitching.

  Michael watched her closely as she opened the folder. There were pictures. Large size. Almost 8 ½ by 11 in size. The first picture was of her Lexus pulling into Quinton’s metal gates. It was apparent that she was the person in the Lexus since no one else had the keys to her car. It was labeled as last Friday around noon. The next picture was of Quinton standing next to her car holding the car door for her. Her hands began shaking as the evidence against her was solid. More pictures of her walking into Quinton’s home. Pictures of Quinton and Ed taking boxes into Quinton’s house. Even pictures of Quinton by himself outside on a ladder, apparently doing something with his gutters. Then there was a picture of her and Quinton kissing outside on his driveway with Ed’s retreating back heading into the house.

  Julissa froze and looked up at Mich
ael who had a smug look on his face. He nodded, as if to tell her to continue.

  She didn’t want to continue, but she was curious to figure out just how far Michael had gone to incriminate her. The next picture really got her shook up. The photo was a little fuzzy, but it appeared that someone had taken a picture through a window of them kissing on a couch. It looked like the basement door window. Several pictures of them kissing. Pictures of them walking inside the house. And then the most incriminating picture of them all, a picture taken against the kitchen window of her buck-naked, posed in the center of the kitchen island. There was also a picture of Quinton with his head buried between her legs and her feet on his shoulders. Julissa almost had a heart attack. The next picture was of them fucking in the kitchen on the island. Quinton’s firm backside between her spread legs.

  Julissa clutched her chest and the pictures fell out of her hands in a heap on the floor. “How could you?”

  Michael laughed. “How could I? Are you asking me that? I could hardly believe that the woman in that picture was you.”

  “How could you take these pictures? Like this?”

  Michael smiled. “Let me ask you this, Julissa. Do you want him? Is he better in bed than I am?”

  “I want him. Yes, I do.” Julissa picked up her bag again and threw it over her shoulders.

  “Are you sure about that?” Michael reached in his suitcase again and pulled out another folder. He opened the folder out on the bed.

  The pages appeared to be laminated, like a book, or a report of some sort. The first page read, Quinton Omar Brennan, Age 31, Occupation: Software Engineer, Net Worth: $730,000. Julissa flipped to the next page and read over information about the last five places Quinton lived, a list of property he owned in Florida and Georgia. People, places, and things that he was affiliated with. Information that she and Quinton had never talked about. There was even a list of moving violations and parking tickets that he had gotten in Florida and Georgia. There was a criminal background check. That report was clean.

  Julissa looked up at Michael. “You have got to be kidding me? Are you crazy?”