I knelt on the floor before him as though to worship his dick, an idol god. I stroked him up and down several times before wiping my moist, warm tongue up the length of his muscle, and flicked my tongue wildly over and around his dome tip. I covered his head with wet tongue kisses and then dropped my mouth down over it, gliding down as if it was greased.
“Damn!” he shrieked.
I loved sucking dick. It was one of those things that you know that you’re good at, so you just sit back and watch people marvel at your talent . . . that was me with a dick in my mouth, simply marvelous. I moisturized him with saliva, then wrapped my lips around his meat, swallowing him as if I was a backsliding vegetarian. His hefty hive in my mouth made my honeycomb drip sweetness into my panties. As I sucked him down, I stroked his big beef upward and took all of his delectable flavors into my taste buds. After ten minutes of my lips and tongue tantalizing his buzzing hive, his hot honey erupted into my mouth.
He stood up and flipped me onto my back, and his tongue dove down between my thighs as if it were attached to a rocket. He held the lips of my dripping wet peach open with his fingers, then gently sucked on my pearl of flesh, as though it were truly a gem that was attached to my body. He rubbed it with his fingers, licked it, and then inserted his two fingers as he stroked it with his tongue. My oil tanker exploded, and, soon, there was an outpouring of creamy oil coating my fruit and his lips.
“Damn,” he mumbled, “I have to feel you.” He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a condom on. On his way back to the bed, he turned on the light next to the bed. I gasped, but had no time to truly react, because he was already between my legs, spreading them, about to give me the business. His hardness parted my lips and fought to get through. Cortez pushed and pushed and finally fell into my tight spot. “Shit, girl,” he uttered.
“Mm,” I moaned in ecstasy. “Yes.” I exhaled. It had been a long time, and I was relishing the moment. “Oh, God, yes!”
“You feel amazing,” he said, pushing into me over and over again. “Damn.” He was already starting to sweat. The heat from our bodies might have been enough to burn Chicago down again. He filled me to capacity and felt wonderful inside of me. After a few minutes, I was sure that the people next door wanted it to all be over so that my loud groaning and grunting would end. But Cortex rolled me onto my stomach and then I really acted like a fool.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. “Oh, yes.”
“Yeah?” he asked. “You like that?”
“Yes, I do,” I answered, half out of breath. “I love it.”
“Mm, yeah.” He pushed with more vigor. “Can you take it all?” he asked.
“Give it to me,” I ordered.
With each thrust into me, he reached new depths that he hadn’t the time before. He was tearing down walls in my pussy and I loved it. My eyes closed in pleasure, and then I felt them roll back in bliss. “I’m coming,” I squeezed out just in time, and then my body spat pearls, and then collapsed.
“Oh, shit.” I felt his body jerking and then he slammed into me one final time. “Oh, man!” his winded voice exclaimed. “Damn!” He then rolled off me and onto the bed.
I wrestled to get under the covers and away from the light. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m a little cold,” I lied. “I’m trying to get under the covers.”
“Oh”–he lifted up so that I could get under–“come here.” He pulled me close to him, and rubbed my arms and then my butt. “Got a little freak in you I see, huh?”
I blushed. “Doesn’t everyone?” I asked.
“I can’t speak for everyone, but I can raise my hand to be sure about you,” Cortez said. “Damn, that was good.”
“Did you expect something different?” I asked.
Right then, his phone rang. “I have to pick this call up.” He reached over to the nightstand. “This is Cortez,” he answered. “Yeah, I have the binder,” he said. “No, not yet, I’ve been a little busier than I expected.” He fought to control the conversation. “Look, Bill, let me call you back.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked when he hung up the phone.
“Yeah,” he said. “Bill is just a little too impatient at times, but everything is cool,” he said. “You ready for round two?”
“Let’s go.” I was tired, but I had never turned down a doubleheader and wasn’t about to start now.
He asked, “Wow, you are ready to go again?”
“We can wait if you don’t have it together,” I teased. “I didn’t come here to break anything,” I joked.
“Oh, it can’t be broken,” he said. “You can come ride it ’til the wheels fall off right now.”
“Whoa, don’t saddle up just yet, cowboy,” I joked. “Gimmie a few.”
“Oh, so you were just talking shit?” he said. “You can’t back it up.”
We both laughed as he pulled me closer. My eyes fell shut and I was in heaven. When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see that it was after 10:00, and, except for the numbers on the clock, the room was pitch black. I hated being in the dark, so I stretched out and rolled over to be by his side, but found that I was alone. “Cortez?” I called his name. “Hello?” I panicked in the darkness, and nearly knocked the night table’s lamp over trying to turn it on. “Cortez?”
He didn’t answer. I held my shirt up over my nakedness and walked around the room, but he wasn’t there. I needed something to wear, so I hesitantly walked over to his suitcase to look for a T-shirt. I tussled through a few of his items and came across some financial documents from the company. I overlooked them when I ran into a T-shirt. I jumped into the shower and heard him enter the room as I lathered up. Though the door was open, he didn’t disturb me, and I was grateful. As I moisturized, I smelled pepperoni pizza and nearly lost my mind. A minute later, I looked at my reflection with his T-shirt on, and, though it fit me snugly, it was kind of cute.
“Hey.” He looked up from his suitcase at me. “You went through my bag?”
“Yeah.” I was a little taken aback. “I needed something to put on.”
“Oh!” He then noticed the shirt and cracked a smile. “It looks nice on you.” Cortez pointed to the pizza box on the bed. “I hope you like pepperoni.”
“I love pepperoni.” I shook my head. “I can’t stay around you too long or you’ll make me gain every pound back.”
“I’m having some drinks brought up,” he said. “The Cavaliers are playing tonight.”
“Okay,” I said, wondering why he was so concerned about his suitcase. “I didn’t steal anything,” I joked, as I pointed at his suitcase.
“Funny!” He laughed. “Nah.” He waved it off. “I just have some Blare confidential information with me, that’s all.” He walked over and put his hands around my waist.
“Oh.” I shrugged my shoulders and lied, “I didn’t see any papers.” I tugged on the shirt I was wearing. “This was right on the top.”
“No prob, Bob.” He smacked my butt.
“Ouch.” I playfully ran away from him and jumped in the bed.
Our drinks arrived, and the game was at halftime break when, on my third slice, Cortez pulled me closer to him and kissed my neck. “Sorry for spooking you out about my suitcase.”
“No problem. Just as long as you don’t have a gun or a dead body in there, then we’re fine,” I said.
“Nah.” He chuckled. “Just those damn papers.” He huffed lightheartedly. “Sometimes, I want to put my bank account number on one of those papers.”
“Oh, put mine on there too,” I joked. “Mama needs a new pair of shoes.”
He rubbed my arm. “Man, if you only knew.”
I asked, “If I only knew what?”
Why did I ask that question? Cortez completely ignored the game and spent the next hour discussing the strong financial stance of the company. He went on to say that new branches would be opening and great positions would be available everywhere. He then started telling me things I
was sure I wasn’t supposed to know about the inner workings of the company. He then joked, “Boy, you and I doing a few wrong things together could be dangerous.”
“Ha! Ha! Ha!” I shook my head. “Don’t get any bright ideas.”
“I’m just being truthful,” he said. “Let’s just say–”
“No,” I cut him off. “No, let’s just not say.”
“Hypothetically,” he raised his voice. “This is all hypothetical.” He paused for a moment to see if I would allow him to speak.
“Hypothetical conversations are a waste of time,” I said, giggling, “but go on, speak your piece.”
“Okay.” He explained, “Every department reports their sales to you and you report to your management and the home office,” he said. “So, let’s say you skim a dollar off each department’s total. You keep ten dollars for yourself and no one will know.”
“That’s stupid,” I said. “Number one, you just said I report the numbers to manage in my office, too, plus I report the earnings, but I never see the actual money, so it would be a waste.”
“Not if, say, you were working with someone in management who takes the money to the bank.” Cortez’s voice changed. “You tell him to take ten dollars out of the bank deposit and you’re good to go.” He went on. “Y’all could split it seven three, you getting seven, of course.”
“But the department heads would know that the numbers are wrong,” I said, really thinking of a way to prove him wrong. “Can’t be done.”
“Oh.” He rubbed my back. “Anything can be done.”
“True, but that’s if you want anything to be done,” I said. “That’s not me. I would never agree to anything like that.” Remembering something my mom always said, “You never do wrong and get by” I laughed and moved my head from side to side. “Plus, I’m way too paranoid to roll with the big dogs like that, no, sir.”
“So, if I had a way to put two or three thousand extra dollars a month in your pocket, you wouldn’t hear me out?” he asked.
“What?” I snickered and looked over at him to see a serious expression on his face. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” he said. “Just let me explain.”
He went on and on about how he and Bill went to college together. He was the one who got Bill hired as a manager. Apparently, they had already discussed this whole scam, but needed me, the missing link, to be a part of it. It was a well thought-out plan that had to have taken some time for him to sit and work out the logistics. I got an instant headache from his voice.
“Wait a minute.” I had to know. “So all of this–I pointed back and forth between the two of us–“was just to get me in on it?”
“No.” He laughed. “Bill and I have only been talking about it for a day or two.” He shifted. “I told him that I would run it by you, but if you weren’t interested, we would scrap it.”
I was feeling uneasy. “I feel used.”
“Used?” He chuckled. “Nothing has even gone down.”
“This has gone down.” I pointed at the bed. “Was this getrich-quick scheme your only interest all along?” I questioned.
“Relax,” he said, and massaged my shoulders from behind. “I told you that we just started talking about it. It’s truly no big deal.” He kissed the side of my face. “Let’s just forget it, okay?” He remembered something. “As a matter of fact, there should be a thousand dollars in that envelope Bill sent you with; it’s for your trouble and your silence.”
“What, and for my sex, too?” I scooted out of the bed. “Wow, this is so not what I expected from you.”
“What?” He jumped up. “What we have and what I just talked to you about have nothing to do with each other.”
“You expect me to believe that?” I asked. “You have been grooming me all this time.”
“That hurts,” he said. “That really hurts.” He walked away. “I can’t believe you can actually stand there and say that.” He turned to face me. “The way you have made me feel over the last few weeks is amazing. Coming here and being with you like this is making me happier than I have been in a very long time.” He shook his head. “No amount of money is worth this.” He put his hand over his heart. “I swear this has nothing to do with the reason I want to be with you.” He continued in a whisper, “I love you!”
“What?” I stopped dead in my tracks. “What?”
“Nothing!” he yelled, and walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
I couldn’t believe my ears. Did he just say that he loved me? I knew that I was falling for him, so it was possible, but I wasn’t close to saying I love you, even though inside, I probably did. However, in the middle of this, was I supposed to believe that now? Was this even real? Regardless of what he said, I couldn’t get over the feeling that asking me to go along with his evil plan was his only interest in me. And now look, I was caught with my panties down, literally. I started to put on my clothes when he came out of the restroom.
“Please don’t leave,” Cortez said, walking toward me. “I’m sorry if I made you feel a certain way.”
“It’s cool,” I lied. “I just need time to swallow all of this.”
“So, what are you saying?” he asked. “You’ll think about it?”
“I might!” I lied, as I put on my coat. “I’ll think about the money part, but the us part I don’t know about.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I just feel like I was the missing piece of your puzzle. You needed me, you didn’t necessarily like me. It’s just that without me changing the reports, you can’t do any of this.” I asked for confirmation. “Right?”
He couldn’t answer. “Look.” He stumbled over his words. “I liked you and wanted to get to know you before any of this came about.”
“I don’t know, Cortez.” I grabbed my purse and the envelope. “This is all a little suspect right now.” I wanted to get out of the room. Apparently, I didn’t really know him, so I didn’t know what he was capable of. “I need to think about all of this.”
He then said, “Even if it doesn’t work out between us, personally, I would still want you in on this. I know that you need the money.”
“You and I have never discussed my finances,” I huffed, “so how do you know what I need?” I got angry. “Don’t try to sell me on this bullshit right now. I told you that I will think about it, don’t push it.”
“Fine.” He put his hands up to signal surrender. “How about I call you in the morning?”
“I’ll call you,” I said, and took one last look at him.
He was very strategic in hiring Bill and whomever else he needed there to steal money from the company, and now I was in the middle of it. Sure, I could use the extra money; I could save up and get a house in Olympia Fields, a new car even. I was dreaming big, but what happened if we were caught? I wasn’t built for prison; I have been a girly girl all my life. I had never been in a fistfight or even knew if I could land a punch. I would have to be some lesbian gangbanger’s bitch minutes after I received an inmate number.
Cortez used his smoke and mirrors wisely, as any master illusionist should. He was a fraud who deceived me well. If this were all a magic act, he would get a standing ovation. The crowd would roar and the applause would resound for minutes after he left the stage.
As soon as I crawled into bed, my cell phone’s ring tone played. It was after one in the morning, and the display showed Cortez’s name. I put the phone back on the dresser, but an overwhelming urge made me grab it and answer. “Hello!” He didn’t say anything. “Hello?” I called out again.
“Damn,” I heard his voice faintly. “Oh, shit!”
I called his name again. “Cortez.” It sounded like he was in pain, so I continued to pay attention.
“Mm,” he cried. “You couldn’t wait until we got to the room, huh? You had to get you some right here in the elevator?” He laughed. “That’s why I can’t get tired of you.” I heard the smile in his voice. “Mm, yeah, suck that dick.” He paused and groaned. “Suck it a
ll.” I was aghast, and sat up in bed when I heard the elevator bell ding. I listened as he walked to the room, and heard the lock beep as he used his keycard.
“Now, come get on this dick,” he demanded. “Let me fuck that sweet man pussy.”
“You love this tight little man cunt, don’t you?” I recognized the voice of Bill, William Taylor, the manager from the office. “Oh!” he yelped. “Oh, yeah, fuck me, big daddy.”
“No, you fuck me,” Cortez said, followed by a loud smack. “Ride that cock.” There was another smack. “Fuck me.”
They painted such a vivid picture that I was sick to my stomach, yet I couldn’t bring myself to hang up. For the next fifteen minutes, I could almost see Cortez stuffing Bill full of cock. At one point, they were going so hard that I could hear the slapping of Cortez’s midsection against Bill’s ass. There was grunting and groaning, and they topped off with Cortez sucking off Bill and taking a load in his mouth.
“This is not what we came here for,” Cortez said in laughter.
Bill, breathing heavily, asked, “Isn’t that what we always say?”
“Yeah,” Cortez agreed with a chuckle. “Somehow we always end up this way before we get down to business.”
“Well, it’s a good thing,” Bill interjected. “Now I can actually listen to what you have to say without sitting here wondering how long before I’m sucking that dick.”
“Yeah, I know, and I would be thinking the same thing,” Cortez said. “I still don’t see how we finished senior year.” He cleared his throat. “But on to business. I don’t know if Garcelle is going to do it.”
“Damn!” Bill said. “You told her that I was already in?”
Cortez said, “Yeah.”
“Shit!” Bill interjected. “I told you that you–”
“Calm down,” Cortez spoke over him. “I’ll hear from her tomorrow. She was leaning, just not as far as I wanted her to lean. I got another angle I can work with her, but as a last resort, I got enough video of us fucking to change that.” He laughed.
“You sneaky son of a bitch,” Bill said, and I heard them slap palms. “How did you do that?”
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