I was at my wit’s end when Jordan abandoned our kiss and began licking my nipples, making them swell and resemble Hershey’s chocolate kisses. I bit down on my bottom lip, and closed my eyes to take it all in. Snake’s tongue was doing amazing things. I was pulled out of the chair, but that didn’t stop Snake; he just went with the flow. Seven trail-kissed down my back and to the crack of my ass. The pleasure was so intense that I was having trouble staying on my feet. I began to sway as an orgasm overtook me. Jordan broke the party up when he led me over to one of the sofas and laid me on it. He then placed my legs over his shoulders, and filled me to the hilt with his delicious dick. Not to be left out of the equation, Seven knelt over my face and I instinctively took ahold of her clit and sucked, licked, and pulled. She leaned forward and gave Snake head while Jordan pumped me into oblivion.
Our moans sounded like a chorus line with Jordan being the leader when he came and shot his hot load all over my stomach. To finish me off, he got between my legs and massaged my pearl and finger-fucked me until his dick was ready for action again. I was a newbie at eating pussy, but from the way Seven was riding my face, you wouldn’t have known it.
“Oooh!” Snake called out as he was claimed by a ferocious nut. Seven wasted no time savoring her milkshake.
Seven fell forward onto Snake’s chest trembling uncontrollably. “Ommm! Fuck!” Hot creamy nectar flowed into my mouth, but she didn’t have much time to recover. Jordan slid me to the side and out of the way, so that he could hit it from the back while she was still coming.
I got up and went over to Snake. He took a condom from his discarded pants and slipped it on what looked to be about eight inches. Once he was done, I straddled him and rode him like a prized bull rider. From the way Snake was trying to keep up, he’d never had it with a sistah before. He didn’t know what to do with my voluptuous ass. He just held on to my waist as though his life depended on it. I was wrong about him that night in Paris; just because he had a few dance moves didn’t mean a damned thing. I’d only been on him for less than two minutes, and this bastard had the nerve to be screaming like a bitch and busting a nut.
“Damn it! This cunt is amazing!” he managed to say as he shook and rattled as I rolled off of his tired ass. “I’m getting too old for these young girls,” he grunted while trying to catch his breath.
If I didn’t think it would be rude, I would’ve shown my disappointment. I knew next time to only let him eat the box; his dick game was whack. Jordan, however, was delivering Seven the kind of action that I wanted in on. The green monster was starting to rear her ugly head again, and it was as if Seven sensed my mood change. She motioned with her finger for me to come over.
The expression she wore on her face let me know that she was getting it good and I wanted to take her place so bad. I looked over to see if Snake’s little snake had regained consciousness and was ready for another round, but found that not only was it still asleep, but so was he. I took Seven up on her offer and lay in front of her where she feasted on me while Jordan fucked her from behind. Our threesome went on into the wee hours of the morning as Snake slept like the old-ass, worn-out buzzard that he was.
Chapter 28
Dear God, I know I said I wouldn’t do anything like I’d done in Paris if You got me out alive, but it appears that I’m going back on my word. You know my heart, Lord, and I beg of Your forgiveness because I’m too weak to say no.
I sat in a red Aston Martin Vantage S coupe with tinted windows in the driveway of my home waiting on Jordan to wrap up his phone call. We had plans for a lovely evening out on the town doing what normal couples did like going out for dinner and dancing. I was dressed to the nines and looking good in my deep-purple, one-sleeve, caftan Marchesa cocktail dress and sexy platform slingbacks. My hair was beauty shop fresh, thanks to the Apostle of Beauty being able to fit me in at the last minute since my girl Kyun was touring the country with a hot pop diva. With all the maneuvering that went into me getting myself together, there was no way in hell that I wasn’t going somewhere tonight.
I could tell that from the way that his side of the conversation was going, that he was fired up. “I know he’s back in the States. What else is new?” Jordan hollered at whomever he was talking to, but from the snatches of conversation that I was getting, I knew it had to be about either Easter or The Collector. “The moment you get some information that I don’t already know, is when we can talk further.” He clicked the “end” button and threw his cell down. He sat quietly for what seemed like forever, before delivering a single blow to the steering wheel. “Shit!”
I rubbed the side of his arm. “What’s wrong, baby?”
From the look on Jordan’s face, I could tell it must’ve been major, but his reaction was as if he was surprised that I was there. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for you to see me so upset.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just have a nice dinner and enjoy the rest of the evening.”
As Jordan faced me, his anger slowly dissipated. “Can I take a rain check on tonight? Something has come up that requires my immediate and full attention.”
“Disappointed” wasn’t the word to describe how I was feeling. I’d blown off a meeting with a client to get myself ready for this date, and he wanted to cancel. “Is it about Paris?” I asked, trying to hide the displeasure in my voice and pretend as if I were OK with his decision when I was anything but.
“You’ll know soon enough, but in the meantime, I’m going to need you to be available. We may be on our way to China, sooner than I thought.”
The trip I’d promised my staff and Shelia came to mind. We were scheduled to leave the following week. There was no way that I was bailing out on them. Then I remembered my promise to God, about not getting involved again. “Jordan, I’m sorry, but I can’t go with you this time.”
The angered expression returned fast. “Is it going to be this way every single time I need you? What happened to you saying that you were here for me? Was that a lie?”
My nerves were suddenly on edge. “Jordan, you know that I’m leaving for Tahiti with my staff. I can’t bail out on them.”
“They’re grown, and don’t need you to hold their fucking hands.”
At this point, I didn’t care about letting him know that I was upset about our plans. His inconsiderateness when it came to what was important to me and his blatant disrespect for my business, made me reevaluate where I stood with him. It was always about Jordan, and what Jordan wanted. Anyone else, be damned. “That’s really rich coming from you. Why don’t you take your own advice, and go to fucking China without me then?”
“Is that what you really want, because that can certainly be arranged,” he shot back.
I had to laugh to keep from crying. “You can do whatever the hell you want, because I will be in Tahiti with my staff as planned next week.” I opened the door attempting to get out, but Jordan reached for me and tore the sleeve on my new dress. When I heard the tear without regards for what I was doing, I turned around and slapped him.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Jordan lunged for me, but could only get so far since he was strapped in. He gripped my hair and pulled me back toward him.
I clawed and screamed trying to get out of his grip. “You said you’d never do this again.” It was only then, that he let go of me.
“Bianca.” He reached for me.
“To hell with you!” I screamed as I got out of his car and slammed the door. As I was trying to run in the platform heels, I stumbled, fell, skinned my knee, and lost a shoe. “Damn it!” I cried as if this night couldn’t get any worse. I limped to my door and let myself inside.
I locked the door just in time as Jordan tried to get in. He beat the door mercilessly.
“Bianca! Open the damned door.” He made threats when I wouldn’t obey his request. “I swear if I have to break this door down—”
To avoid my nosey neighbors from calling security, I opened the door. Jordan came in
and instead of going back and forth with an argument, he pulled me into his arms and held me, apologizing profusely for taking his anger out on me.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. It’ll never happen again,” he said.
Instead of allowing him to lie his way back into my good graces, I slapped him for the second time that night across his face. “Isn’t that what you told me in Paris, when you hit me the first time, hmm? I shouldn’t have believed you then, because I sure as hell, don’t believe you now. So take your sorry-ass apologies, and get the hell out of my house!”
He rubbed the side of his face where I had struck. “I deserved that, but know this . . . this is the only pass that you’ll ever get for putting your hands on me. I’ll call you tomorrow once you’ve had time to come to your fucking senses.”
I had nothing left to say as I watched him leave. I locked the door and took off what was left of my $800 dress. There was no telling where my other shoe was. My hair, the dress, the shoes and makeup—I’d spent all day making sure was perfect—was nothing more than money down the fucking drain.
Chapter 29
Since the last blowup, I hadn’t heard from Jordan. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as hard-pressed about the situation as I thought I would be. Maybe it had something to do with my upcoming vacation that had me so occupied. I was already packed and looking forward to meeting some hunky guy and having a weeklong fling. The last few days had been filled with shopping sprees and hanging out with Cody, Shelia and Reggie. It felt like old times, my life pre-Jordan. They were just as excited as I was to be getting away and having nothing to worry about except for what color beach attire to wear. It was during this time, that I realized how much I really missed my crew and felt like crap for neglecting them to be Jordan’s so-called Bond Girl.
I’d just filled my dishwasher and cleared the table of the lunch dishes when I heard someone at my door. I hung the dishrag over the sink that I was about to wipe down the counters with, and went to see who it was. When I looked through the peephole, there was a large bouquet of flowers blocking my view. Figuring that it was Jordan, I opened the door, but to my surprise, it was a very thin, tall, young blonde with the bluest of eyes holding a breathtaking floral arrangement. There was something very familiar about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Are you Bi-On-ca Bruks?” she asked with a heavy accent that I couldn’t place.
“Yes, I’m Bianca.”
She waved to someone before handing me the vase. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.”
Before I could say anything, I saw two men carrying more arrangements coming toward the door. I showed them in so they could put them down, and I did the same with the one that I was holding. When I turned around, she was walking in with another one.
“This is it. You are so much loved,” she said before shoving a clipboard into my hands that held a receipt for me to sign. I caught her looking around as if she were casing my home. Feeling my eyes on her, she gave me her full attention. “Your home is very . . . beautiful.”
After I finished signing my John Hancock, I gave her back the clipboard. “Thank you,” I commented solemnly.
She stood a little longer than necessary making me feel uncomfortable. “Can I help you with anything else?” I asked.
“You have a very beautiful home,” she repeated before backing out. The two guys that helped her had already left. I tried looking at her a little more closely to see why she seemed so familiar to me, but she hurriedly turned and left.
I closed the door behind me shaking my head about the bizarre encounter. I walked over to the displays, took a card from one to see who they were from. I had a feeling, but I didn’t want to assume. A huge smile covered my face when I saw that my assumption was correct. Instead of staying mad, I decided to give him a call to thank him for the flowers.
The phone only rang once before he was on the line. “I see you got my gift?”
I picked up one of the orchids and sniffed it. “Yes, they’re lovely. Thank you.”
“Not as lovely as the recipient.” His voice was so damned sexy and feelings that I thought were suppressed, resurfaced. That lustful longing was taking over and I just had to have him before I left.
“Would you like to come over so that I can thank you properly before I leave for Bora Bora?”
I heard a car door close before he responded. “I’m way ahead of you. Open the door.”
I put the flower down and then ran over to the mirror to make sure that everything was still intact and looking the way it was when I’d dressed. After I was satisfied with what I saw, I went to let Jordan in. The moment I opened the door, my pussy twitched with excitement. The grin I was wearing on my face would not be contained. Our expressions mirrored each other’s exactly. He reached for me and I allowed him to envelope me in his embrace. His Creed Royal Oud cologne seduced my nostrils as I inhaled his masculine scent deeply. My eyes closed involuntarily as I was instantly swept back up and into his world surrendering willingly. My need for him was skyrocketing as the seconds ticked by. No longer being able to shield my ferocious desire, I reached inside his pants and led him inside my love nest by his throbbing manhood.
Jordan kicked the door with the back of his foot and swept me up into arms. Our lips clashed as we groped and ripped one another’s clothes off. I unbuckled his pants and slid down to my knees. With his pulsating member in my hands charming me like the cobra it was, my tongue and lips were eager to reintroduce themselves.
“Damn, I missed your lips being wrapped around my dick.” Jordan groaned when I slowly took him in inch by inch letting my tongue travel the length of his magnificent tool. He fell back against the wall when I started working my magic, then detouring to give his balls some much-needed attention. I let my tongue travel back up his length and stiffened at the tip as it circled his head and dipped between his glistening slit. His eyes closed tighter as I repeated the process, over and over again. I lifted up slightly and opened my lips pausing to exhale deeply over his throbbing phallus before lowering my mouth over the head again.
“Ahh, shit yeah!” Jordan exclaimed as my hot mouth engulfed him. I licked around the head several times feeling the satiny, soft flesh glide across my moist tongue. I lowered my mouth over him again, making sucking noises and letting saliva coat his beautiful dick for an even more enjoyable experience.
My tongue pressed out over my lower lip to massage him as I pleasured more of his wonderfully delicious dick between my lips. He moaned deeply when my tongue slipped between his shaft and balls. My nose nuzzled into his pubic hairs, inhaling his masculine scent, driving myself insane as my hand found its way to my throbbing cunt. My fingers twirled around my clit in the same fashion my tongue curled around his mushroomed head. I felt an orgasm coming from the combination of stimulating myself and hearing Jordan’s throaty whispers of encouragement egging me on.
“That’s . . . it, baby . . . aww . . . damn.”
I took him all the way in relaxing my throat muscles to swallow as much of his golden rod as I could. Tears streamed down my face as I started to gag, but I kept going. Choking to death was not an option, but it felt scary and intoxicating at the same time. I nearly lost it as I felt his dick grow before releasing its buttercream frosting. I grabbed on to his hips so he could fuck my face while enjoying his reward. No sooner than he gave one last pump, his nut burst forward, hitting the back of my tonsils and oozing down the sides of my mouth. I’d reached a climax also and held my fingers up for him to taste. One lick and he’d pushed me onto my back. I lay spread-eagle on the floor as he devoured me with the type of tongue lashing that wet dreams were made of.
After having some intense marathon sex, trying to make up for lost time, we lay intertwined on the living room floor where it all started. Nothing could take away what we just had shared as sex and flowers perfumed the air. The only thing that could be heard was our labored breathing that created a sound of two satisfied lovers. I ran my fing
ers through his damp chest hairs and wondered what was on his mind.
“Penny for your thoughts,” I said.
He turned his head toward me and smiled. I nearly melted like hot candle wax when his smile beamed down on me like the sun. He had a way of making me swoon without even trying, and he knew it. “I missed you.”
My hand abandoned his chest and traced his succulent lips. “I missed you too, baby.”
“I wouldn’t have known, being that you told me to get the hell out.”
And just like that, the warm syrupy moment was ruined. “Come on, you know what that was about.”
“It was about you acting like a spoiled brat because you couldn’t have your way,” he had the nerve to say.
I sat up with the quickness. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I have a lot of things I need to take care of, and not being able to depend on you fucks up my schedule.”
If it were possible, I’m sure my head would’ve rolled around like Linda Blair’s did on the cult classic The Exorcist. Judging from the silly look on Jordan’s face, I must’ve accomplished it going all the way around. I was at my wit’s end with him being selfish. “I think you got that twisted. When have you ever supported any of my endeavors, Jordan? You speak about my business as if it’s an afterthought, or a joke. You take nothing about me besides sex, and what I can do to further your cause, whatever that might be, seriously.”
Jordan laughed out loud and that unnerved me because I felt like a fool for not sticking to my guns. “You got it all wrong. I do care about you. Haven’t I made you a millionaire?”
I was about to push him when I remembered what he’d said about my last pass for putting my hands on him. “I’ve earned every damned dime of that money, so don’t you even dare go there. When my freedom is on the table, you damn right, I’m going to take every cent of what you give me with pleasure.”
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