by Candy Caine
I began to pout.
“I’ll tell you what, the next time I go back, you’ll come with me, and we’ll spend at least a week. What do you say?”
“I don’t know …”
“Well, I do. I don’t need Morgan on this trip. Why don’t you and Morgan go to Barbados and stay at the villa?”
Before I knew it, Morgan and I were on a plane heading for the island. Deacon’s villa was right on the beach. A butler and a maid kept it a perfect paradise all year round. There were three bedrooms, a kitchen and dining area, along with a lovely solarium. The master bedroom had a huge round bed and a sauna. There was also a nifty wet bar tucked away in a corner. There was no doubt in my mind that Deacon knew how to live.
The beach was beautiful, but staring out at the rolling aquamarine waves lost its appeal after the second afternoon. Bored, I watched the guests staying at the other villas as they sunned themselves. Morgan scowled at me when he caught me looking at the other guys. My luck, he’d tell Deacon and I’d never hear the end if it.
The overnight trip to Paris became a week in no time, and I wondered what was taking so long.
“Have you heard from Deacon, Morgan?”
“Nothing today, Kayla. Get it through your pretty little head that he’ll return when he can.”
“What could he possibly be doing in Paris?” I asked, but not really wanting to know. I had a feeling I might not like it.
“Look, why don’t you soak in the sauna? It will relieve your tension.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Take a nap in the solarium. All your damn complaining tires me out.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. He shook his head and walked out of the room. I opened the refrigerator. Sonny, our butler, had left a pitcher of margaritas. “Bless you, Sonny,” I said aloud, pouring myself a drink and taking it to a chair, where I began to thumb through a magazine. I finished the drink quickly and had another. The magazine lost its appeal, and I tossed it aside. I felt like a caged animal.
I guess Morgan wasn’t too happy, either. He’d been so testy lately. In fact, he’d complained that very morning about me prancing around practically naked in a string bikini. Where did he think we were? This was a beach, for God’s sake. I didn’t complain to him about his skimpy Speedos, which left little to my imagination. But to tell the truth, I loved seeing him in them. A sudden possibility sickened me. What if Morgan were gay? That could explain why he didn’t appreciate my walking around in such skimpy attire.
I finished my second margarita and began another before I went in search of Morgan. Maybe he’d play a game of cards with me. That was better than nothing, I figured. I found him stretched out on a lounger sound asleep in the solarium. His smooth, mocha-colored, hard body looked delicious glistening in the sunlight. There was a smile on his face and a telltale bulge straining against the fabric of his bathing suit, as if he were dreaming about someone. Seeing him like that was enough to send shivers of delight through my body. The simmering attraction I felt for him had just reached its boiling point and was about to spill over. At that moment, I wanted Morgan Grant like I wanted no other man.
I bent down and kissed him tentatively on his mouth, to test the water, so to speak. His lips were warm and welcoming and parted enough for me to slip my tongue inside. To my surprise, his strong arms encircled my back and drew me down toward him on the lounger. Having desired to touch him for so long, I ran my hands up and down his hard, muscled chest, sending further sweet vibrations throughout my body. I began to plant tender kisses down Morgan’s wide chest, tonguing one tight bud and then the other. He gasped. Smiling at his reaction, I continued to kiss my way down until I reached the edge of his bathing briefs. I ran my hand slowly over the bulge, feeling its hardness before I stroked it over the thinly stretched fabric.
I freed his cock, gently licking the head and underside in a swirling motion with the tip of my tongue. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tried to pull me toward him, in an attempt to get me to suck him. I ignored his plea, wanting to tease him further until he really wanted it, and continued to run my tongue up and down his cock. He let out an audible moan. I knew he was primed. The next time I reached the head of his penis, I took him into my mouth and began to suck gently. Again, he tried to push my head down further, but I resisted. Then, ever so slowly, I took a little more of him in each time until his cock reached the back of my throat.
I moved up his entire shaft, from its base to the top, before I went back down slowly again, swallowing all of his cock once again. I did this over and over again. I caressed his balls and watched as a look of bliss passed over his handsome features.
His breath was coming out in audible gasps, indicating he was close to coming. He pulled the string of my bikini top and freed my breasts. Taking them into his hands, he caressed and kneaded them, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Then I felt his whole body stiffen and he came. I tried to swallow the entire load, but some of the cum dribbled down the sides of my mouth. That didn’t seem to bother him one bit, for he pulled me up and crushed my mouth with his.
The kiss was more than a show of gratitude for the blow job, I was sure. From its intensity, I was beginning to think he cared for me as much as I cared for him. It lasted for some time before he began to kiss my neck and then my breasts, one at a time. He buried his head in the valley between them. Under me, I could feel his erection growing again and repositioned myself so I could rub my clitoris against it, increasing my own pleasure.
His mouth sought mine again, his tongue prodding and searching the inside of my mouth as his hands traveled down my body and buried themselves inside my bikini bottom. I heard him groan softly into my hair as he slipped two fingers inside me. As he finger-fucked me, he stroked my clit with his thumb, totally driving me wild. I wanted more. I needed more as I rubbed against his fingers. Sensing that I was close to coming, Morgan removed his fingers and sucked them dry.
“I’m clean, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want you native. Nothing between us.”
My breath caught. “I’m clean, too…yes, I want you that way, too.”
One slight tug of the string and my bikini bottom fell to the floor. I straddled him, rubbing my clitoris against his penis, up and down, driving myself crazy but enjoying every moment. As the urgency began to build within me once more, I pushed down further over the head of his cock and began to move. He kissed my breasts and fondled each nipple. Finally, I pushed down all the way, until he filled me completely. The feeling was so fantastic I nearly exploded. I covered his mouth with mine as I began my rocket ride to the heavens.
I rode his cock, moving up and down slowly at first, rubbing my clitoris against it, savoring every stroke. Then I leaned back, giving him a terrific view of his penis inside me as I gently rocked back and forth. I began to stroke my nub, which was now exposed. When I felt my orgasm growing close, I rode him harder and faster, moving in close to him so he could suckle my breasts. Just as I felt the first wave of pleasure hit, Morgan slipped a finger into my ass, giving me heightened pleasure. He then grabbed my hips and moved me up and down as fast as he could. One wave of pleasure after another took hold of me, taking me to a place I’d never been.
After coming down from the heavens, I kissed Morgan and left him to soak in the sauna. While I was soaking, I thought about what had just happened between us. The sex we’d just had seemed more than two bodies coming together to relieve tension. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced. The sex I’d had with Jimmy and Deacon seemed to be just that—sex and nothing more. I’d kidded myself about being in love with either of them. What had transpired between Morgan and me was special, no doubt about it. He’d taken me to a level of pleasure I’d never before experienced. I hadn’t heard bells and whistles; I’d heard a symphony. When he was near me, I felt our hearts beat as one. What scared me more was that I doubted I could live without him now. I didn’t care if he had money or not. With him, I didn�
��t need expensive toys. He was all my Christmas presents until eternity. Now, however, after all was said and done, I had one humongous problem, and its name was Deacon Masters.
* * *
Over dinner, I decided to have a little fun at Morgan’s expense. I knew how much he hated to show his emotions, always keeping things so businesslike between us. I wanted to rattle his cage some.
“How was your nap this afternoon?”
“Okay,” he said, though I thought I detected a little twinkle in his eye.
“Just okay?” Is that all he thought it was? That wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Yeah. It was nothing much.”
That blew my mind. I thought it was the highlight of my life, and he referred to it as if he’d been with any old girl. I threw my napkin down in disgust and started to walk away from the table. His strong arm shot out and grabbed mine.
“Wait a minute, baby girl, don’t go.”
Something different in his voice compelled me to turn around.
“I was only teasing you. It was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me.” He pulled me onto his lap.
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes,” he whispered and sought my lips. He tasted sweet, and I kissed him back more passionately than I’d originally planned. “I’ve wanted that to happen between us for the longest time,” he confessed. “I’ve been in love with you from the first moment I saw you in the pancake restaurant.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “You had great tits.”
I playfully punched his shoulder.
“I saw you and wanted to jump your bones right there on the table.”
“Unfortunately, Deacon wanted me.”
“That and…”
“What?” I stroked his cheek.
“I didn’t think you’d want me.”
“Why?” I asked, as the reason came to me. He was referring to his being African American. “Baby, I think you’re the most beautiful, exciting man I’ve ever known. I couldn’t care less if you were green and came from Mars.”
Morgan laughed.
“But we still have a big problem, though. Deacon loves me.”
“Exactly. But he’ll never love you as much as I do.”
I gently touched his face. “I love you. Funny, but no matter how hard I tried not to be attracted to you, you were like a magnet pulling me toward you.”
He nuzzled my neck and began to send waves of pleasure down my spine. “Oh, Morgan, what are we going to do?”
“Be careful—especially when Deacon comes back.”
“Now that I know how good you feel inside me, it’s going to be that much worse.”
“I know, baby girl. We’ll just have to be content with the stolen moments we have together,” he replied.
“Like now?”
“Exactly like now,” he said as he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom.
He gently set me down on the bed. Then he removed his shirt and stepped out of his shorts. Watching his muscles ripple and seeing that lean, hard body ignited the heat simmering deep in my very core. By the time he joined me on the bed and removed my clothing, I was totally wet with desire. As his strong hands began to explore my body, I forgot about Deacon and the rest of the world.
Morgan left a trail of butterfly kisses down my body. I twisted my fingers in his thick hair as he buried his head between my thighs and proceeded to slowly tongue me to ecstasy. He took my clitoris between his lips and pulled it gently, allowing it to almost slip away before sucking it again and again. I began to squirm. Then he ran his tongue from my clit down to the tender area under my asshole and back again. I raked his back with my nails as I cried out in pleasure.
“I need to feel you inside, Morgan.”
He pulled me to the end of the bed. Then he raised my legs slightly and opened them. He stared long and hard at my glistening pussy, still puffy from his ministrations, before putting my legs over his shoulders. I was half out of my mind, wanting—no, needing him inside.
Finally, he slid his rigid penis into me. I gasped as it filled me completely. Morgan circled my lips with his tongue before entering my mouth, claiming it as well. Pumping slowly at first, I felt each thrust as it further aroused my pussy, already slick with my own love juice. As my breathing turned to audible gasps, he increased his pace until we were both consumed by our desires.
While we lay together in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I asked Morgan about that afternoon.
“Were you asleep or dreaming when we made love the first time?”
“A little of both. Being with you was a constant dream,” he replied, and kissed me.
Outside, a car door slammed.
In unison we mouthed, “Deacon!”
He couldn’t find us this way! Morgan grabbed his clothes and rushed from the room while I threw something on. I had just made it into the kitchen as Deacon walked in.
“Deacon! You’re back!”
I was about to rush into his arms when I saw a beautiful woman right behind him.
“Where’s Morgan?” he asked.
“Oh, he’s around…somewhere.”
“He was supposed to keep an eye on you.”
“Oh, he has, believe me. He hardly let me out of his sight.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. I see you’ve noticed Veronica.”
Noticed? As if I could have missed her.
“Kayla, there’s no other way to tell you this, so I’ll just come out and tell you straight. Veronica and I are in love,” he said in a syrupy-sounding voice that totally nauseated me.
I was still fully digesting the implication of this news when Morgan walked into the room.
“Ah, Morgan, my main man. Just the guy I was looking for.”
Morgan’s eyes skidded to mine to make sure everything was cool. He hadn’t realized what was going on yet. He asked how Deacon’s trip had gone.
“Splendid, bro,” replied Deacon, and it was then that Morgan noticed Veronica. “I want you to meet the love of my life—”
“I thought Kayla—”
“Yes, I see I have a situation here,” Deacon said, drawing Morgan and me aside.
“I’m speechless,” I said. “I thought we’d spend the rest of our lives together, Deacon.”
“I know. And I’m truly sorry, Kayla. I saw Veronica, and I just couldn’t help myself.”
I knew exactly what he meant—only I couldn’t tell him that.
“What can I say or do to make this up to you? I only want the best for you.”
I had no idea what to say to him.
Then Deacon glanced at Morgan and was silent a moment, scratching his chin.
“We’ve been together some time now. I’ve always felt you and Kayla would make a terrific couple.”
“What?” Morgan and I both said in unison.
“Sure, you would.”
“No!” I said. “Morgan can’t possibly compare to you.”
I caught an angry look on Morgan’s face. He wasn’t going to let me off lightly with that and added, “Hey! Don’t I have any say here? Kayla is probably the last woman in the world I’d want to be with.”
“Look, both of you, humor me and give it a try. It just might work out. In fact, stay here and finish out the month. Get to know one another. Enjoy yourselves on me. I already feel guilty enough.”
Morgan looked at me. “What do you say, Kayla?”
“I don’t know…”
Deacon’s eyes pleaded with me. “I’m begging you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, all right, if it’s going to make you happy.”
“How about you, Morgan?”
“If she’s willing to sacrifice and try, I guess I can, too.”
Deacon hugged both of us. “Thanks, guys. You’re the best.”
Lord, if he only knew. A moment later, Deacon had his arm draped around Veronica and they were gone.
&n
bsp; “So I can’t compare to him, huh?” Morgan chided.
“You think I went a little overboard?”
“And how,” he replied. “Can you believe any of that? No wonder he was away so long.” Morgan flashed a grin. “Things couldn’t have worked out better for us.”
“Unbelievable,” I agreed. “A dream come true.”
“Well, what do you say? Shall we start getting to know one another?” Morgan asked.
“What a wonderful idea,” I said, smiling.
We walked back into the bedroom together.
I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SISTER’S HUSBAND
I’d just taken off my nurse’s uniform and slipped into comfortable sweats when I heard a knock at my front door. Looking through the peephole, I saw Wayne, my sister Raven’s hot, blond-haired, blue-eyed husband. He was holding Ty, their eight-month-old son, in his muscular arms. How I wished those strong, powerful arms were holding me! I felt my heart flutter slightly as I opened the door, something it always did whenever Wayne came around.
“Did you just get home, Rochelle?” he asked after stepping into my apartment.
“A few minutes ago. What’s up?” I asked as Ty grabbed my forefinger with his chubby little hand and cooed. Smiling, I leaned over and kissed the top of the baby’s head. He took after my sister and was dark-skinned with black hair.
“Sorry to bother you, Rochelle, but we’re out of milk again and I have to give Ty his bottle.”
“Raven working late again?”
“Uh-huh. That girl took off the second I got home.”
“I hope this new job she’s got is good-paying.”
“Me, too. Especially with all the long hours she’s been putting in.”
Odd, I thought. What kind of job had my sister, who was hardly able to hold on to one in the past, rushing out to it as if her very life depended on it? “Here’s the milk. If you need anything else just holler.”
Our fingers briefly touched as I handed Wayne the milk. A delightful sensation flowed straight through me to my very core. I tried to mask the desire I was feeling by reminding myself he was my sister’s husband and could never be mine.