by N'Tyse
He looked down at me once he gathered his strength, staring into my eyes, piercing my soul the way he used to when we first dated so long ago, and I swear I fell for him all over again. I might be a cougar, and I had my pick of the litter from time to time, but there was only one man on this planet that could tame me, and he was that man. Moments like this reminded me that he could take what was his anytime he chose.
“Yeah…I definitely…need to come home like that…more often.”
“You better, you never know what you may come home to, baby.” I smiled. “Want some more?”
“Give me twenty minutes.”
• • •
“Good evening, Mrs. Berkeley, my name is Jalil.”
My new driver for Saturday night’s art exhibit at the Gibson Gallery was a different kind of flavor, and that was a good thing.
He was tall and thick, like “brick wall” thick, and if I didn’t know any better, he could easily double as my bodyguard if the occasion called for it. When he held out his massive hand to help me into the car and never once tried to sneak a peek at legs that were on display in the dress I wore for tonight’s festivities, I was taken from then on. Southern gentlemen were a rare breed these days, especially among the brothas, so to have this young man go through all of the extras that only a lady would notice was a breath of fresh air.
It made me realize just how much different he and Rick truly were, and it was only his first night.
It also made me wet…really wet.
“Hello, Jalil, nice to meet you.” I smiled as his hazel eyes met mine. I knew I was in trouble; his stare was intense. “What happened to Rick? He was my regular driver.”
Jalil gave a hunch of his shoulders. “He was told his services were no longer required; that’s all I know, Mrs. Berkeley. He also recommended that I be your replacement driver because I knew how to keep things secret.”
I smiled; I already knew what had happened to Rick. I simply wanted to confirm that the company valued its contracts over blatant disrespect of its clientele. “Do you know the place we’re heading to, Jalil?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’ve driven to this location before. It was during the last big opening that Mr. Gibson put on. It was crazy to say the least; I had to shove a few photographers out of the way for that particular client.” He smiled as he reminisced. “She was very grateful for the assist.”
The mischievous grin on his face tipped me off, so I opened up a little with the next question. “Was she grateful in the tip that she gave you, or was it something more than a tip that she gave you?”
Jalil glanced through the mirror and saw the grin on my face and instantly he knew what the deal was. He tried to suppress the wider grin that threatened to spread across his thick, kissable lips. “A gentleman is never supposed to tell, Mrs. Berkeley, but I imagine that my body language gave me away.”
“How old are you, Jalil?”
“Thirty, Mrs. Berkeley.”
“Please, now that things are out in the open, you can call me Nicole when it’s the two of us, Jalil.”
“Umm, well, thank you, Nicole, I didn’t expect that, but only if you’re okay with me being so familiar like that. I love driving; it gives me the opportunity to meet interesting people.”
“Not to mention the beautiful women that flirt with such a handsome and charming gentleman such as yourself?” I began to lay the groundwork and he didn’t even know it.
He grinned again, trying to keep his eyes on the road, but that was a bit hard to do when I kept raising my skirt to show more of my legs. “Umm, Nicole, umm, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were trying to seduce me.”
“That depends. Is it working?”
“Yes.”
“Can you play your position?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because if you can, you never know what opportunities it might bring you, Jalil.”
“I think I might enjoy being your regular driver.”
“We’ll see how well you work it. If you can fuck me as well as you drive me, you’ll enjoy being a lot more than being my regular driver.”
“What the client wants, the client gets, Nicole.” He pulled up, got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side to open the door for me. I knew it was part of the routine, but after the conversation we were engaged in, I felt the genuineness of his gesture, complete with a sexy grin and a lingering hold on his hand as he lifted me out of the vehicle. “I’ll be ready when you are, Nicole, with anything you need…anything. Text me.”
“Watch it. If you play your cards right, I might take you up on that offer.”
I walked into the gallery, scanning the area to see if I could find Samantha or her husband. It wasn’t like either of them to really not be seen, especially at an exhibition opening. I finally spotted someone, much to my pleasant surprise.
It was interesting to see him here. That was for sure. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, Shawn.”
Taking in the sight of my conquest from earlier in the week, all street and thugged out, only made me want him more. The only thing I had to do was get over my feelings as I observed the woman on his arm, grinning like she was the cat who swallowed the canary. Samantha must have thought she was pulling some sort of power move or something, but she should have known better than to try to stake a claim after I’d already laid the foundation.
“It’s good to see you, too, Nic.” Shawn smiled and let his eyes linger over me for a few moments, taking the grin off Samantha’s face for the moment. “You look good enough to…well, excuse my French, and I hope I don’t embarrass you or your friend, but, yeah, you look absolutely lickable.”
I couldn’t contain the grin on my face, and the squeal was threatening to rise to the surface as I watched the color begin to leave Samantha’s face. I decided to ask the question of the evening, simply on general principle. “So, how do you and Mrs. Gibson know each other, Shawn? I’m curious to know.”
“Well, your husband told me that you would be here tonight.” He gave away another disarming smile that had the potential to turn my body temperature up a few more degrees. “He felt since he couldn’t be here tonight due to a stockholders’ meeting that I should be here to accompany you on his behalf.”
Samantha’s face contorted. “You told my security that you were here because the new artist was a good friend of yours and he personally put you on the VIP list. Not to mention you wanted to see the sexy woman that helped put this together.”
Shawn turned toward Samantha and gave her a look that should have cut through her icy stare. “Honestly, Mrs. Gibson, your security dude got you mixed up with Mrs. Berkeley. I never spoke a name, but I knew exactly who I was referring to.”
She shook her arm from his like she’d been electrocuted. “I think I have some other guests to attend to,” she flatly commented before walking off in a hurry. She barely heard my goodbye to her and never acknowledged with a reply.
That’s what she got for trying to get like me.
I turned my attention to Shawn, who by now had slipped his way to my side and was blatantly staring at my ass. “Enjoying the view?”
“I would if I lifted that hemline a few inches.”
“Oh my, someone’s been in a mood all night.”
“Your friend tried to put me in that mood. Thankfully you showed up before she tried to show me her ‘private collection.’ ”
I laughed, lightly tapping my hand against his arm. “I think she figured out who you were and tried to make a play to take you away from me.”
His eyes flashed for a moment. In the next moment, he was back to his smooth-as-silk swagger. “That would be a neat trick. Why would I want to mess things up when they’re just getting heated?”
“So, you’re telling me you like it heated?”
“The hotter, the better, sexy.”
“Be careful what you wish for, playa.”
“I’m not scared…bring it, mami.”
I
whipped out my cell phone the second he said it. Going into text mode, I sent the message that I wanted to convey.
Start up the limo, sexy. I feel like a little no-holds-barred action right…now.
• • •
I didn’t bother waiting to go home.
I directed Jalil to drive to a condo that Calvin and I owned in a gated community so we wouldn’t be disturbed. It would also be easier for him to leave the limo outside without anyone disturbing it. I made him call his dispatcher to let him know I needed him for the rest of the night and to take him off the schedule. He couldn’t stop smiling; that phone call netted him about half a grand for work that didn’t require driving.
I had something else in mind for him…and Shawn.
“Take off your clothes, boys, you’re not gonna need them for a while,” I ordered as I slipped off the dress with one slick motion. I licked my lips as I watched grins spread on both of their faces, their eyes taking in my body from head to toe.
The condo was more intimate than the house, and for obvious reasons. You don’t need a lot of space when you’re only going to stay overnight or less than a week at a time. Even the bedroom was more intimate than the spacious surroundings that I came home to every night. It was perfect for the sin we were about to indulge in.
I pulled Jalil to me first. He needed to be warmed up since it was his first time with me. I never gave him the option to say no when I pushed him down on the bed and slipped the condom on over his quickly rising thickness. He shuddered once I slipped down over him, and I gasped at his girth. He was bigger than I thought, but not enough to want to get off this ride early.
One time for the rodeo…
I rode Jalil reverse cowgirl as I made eye contact with Shawn. He’d already gotten hard after watching my face twitch and wince as I adjusted to Jalil. I mouthed for him to come closer as Jalil began to get comfortable and work his dick from underneath me.
I was beyond the ability to speak because Jalil was really stretching my walls, but I had enough to know Shawn was close enough for me to feel his head caressing the inside of my thigh as I rode hard. I took his shaft into my mouth, slicking it with my saliva quickly, hearing his familiar moans and growls when I was doing a good job sucking him off.
“Mmmm, damn, Nic, that’s it,” he repeated. He took my nipples in his fingers and began pinching them hard.
I gasped through sucking him, fighting the urge to scrape my teeth along his length. My body took over from there, jacking and sucking Shawn off while grinding my hips to fuck Jalil into oblivion.
“Shit…fuck me…damn…harder!” I tried to yell at Jalil as I took Shawn’s dick out of my mouth between each command. Jalil followed suit, holding me in place as he increased the pace, working his dick like a piston in an engine and hitting my G spot each time up.
“He’s gonna make you come, isn’t he, baby?” Shawn looked down when he realized that I couldn’t concentrate on sucking him anymore. I nodded my response, no longer trying to speak. “Give it to him, baby; let him know he’s working your pussy.”
I took Shawn’s member from my mouth and screamed my arrival on cloud nine as Jalil continued to pound into me. A few moments later, I finally felt him shudder and grunt, a sated grin on my face knowing that he’d finally came.
I got off Jalil and immediately bent over in front of Shawn, taking his pulsing dick and sliding it inside me. I didn’t want to come down from the orgasmic high I was on and my body was on fire. “Fuck me, baby, give it to me good!” I yelled as I slid the condom off Jalil and began sucking him to get him hard quickly.
I wanted him ready for what I wanted them to do next.
Shawn felt like he had been fucking me forever as he took hold of my hips and pulled me into him mercilessly. I could barely keep my balance and concentrate on getting Jalil hard again at the same time, but I was flattered by the point Shawn was trying to make. He wanted to show the new guy how to fuck me properly. My body tingled on the verge of another orgasmic release, but this time I let go completely as Shawn tried his best to fuck me into the middle of next month.
“Yes, baby, yes!” I yelled out, watching Jalil’s eyes as he took in what his pseudo partner-in-sin was doing to me.
Before Shawn could come, I pulled away from him and slid back on top of Jalil. I eased down slowly to readjust to his girth again before turning around and grabbing Shawn to bring him close.
“I want you in the other hole.”
“Are you sure?”
“No-holds-barred, sexy. Take it.”
He didn’t have to be told a second time. Shawn bent me over, close enough to kiss Jalil.
He took a moment, and I couldn’t figure out what he was doing, but I soon found out. I felt warm liquid trickling over the crack of my ass. He eased in slowly, taking his time getting the head in, and I felt the painful pleasure that came with the pressure of sliding it inside of me. I started to get dizzy and I gripped the sheets in anticipation of being completely filled by both of my studs in a few moments.
“Shit…it’s so fucking tight.” Shawn gritted and groaned as he slid his entire length in my ass.
Jalil continued to lock eyes with me as he tried to kiss me while we were so close. I avoided his advances as I concentrated on the friction they created in both my holes. It was enough for me to scream out again, hearing the sounds reverberate against the walls.
Shawn started pumping into me first, trying to get my ass to open for him, with Jalil following soon after, finding it difficult to move the way he wanted to until they found a rhythm with me. As Shawn moved out of me, Jalil moved in, and I felt like they were attempting to churn the creamiest butter on the planet the way they moved in sync, each trying to be the first to trigger the eruption building slowly inside of me.
“Damn, boys, keep fucking me! Shit!”
Shawn pulled me up slightly, wrapping his fingers around my throat. I don’t know how he lucked out and figured out that I went crazy from being slightly choked, but he got the message quick when I began to strain against his fingers and move against his dick.
I don’t know what hit first, the anal climax or the vaginal, but the moment one hit me, the other one hit me just as hard. My body wouldn’t stop trembling, and I began to see stars from closing my eyes so tight to brace against the force of the orgasms. Any attempts at words became unintelligible sounds that I knew neither of them would make out.
Shawn growled out first, spurting inside my ass before he pulled out and collapsed on the floor in a heap. Realizing he was no longer burdened, Jalil continued to pump inside of my pussy until I finally rolled off him to the other side of the bed because I couldn’t take any more. I continued to tremble from the aftershocks as I grabbed the comforter to cover myself before the adrenaline rush wore off and the heat left my body.
Shawn crawled onto the bed beside me as Jalil slid off the bed to grab his suit and get dressed. I was too exhausted and high to figure out why he was leaving, and feeling Shawn’s body close to mine was enough to safely drift into a coma-like sleep.
• • •
“Bitch, you could have stayed at the gallery opening!”
Samantha was lucky I didn’t pay attention to the caller ID the next morning when she called. I was actually expecting a call from Isabella sometime this morning to handle our Sunday recap and start setting up for the next work week.
“Do you kiss your husband with that mouth, or do you keep it nasty for your boy toys?”
“I don’t know if I should be pissed or jealous that you left me in the middle of that nonsense to go fuck your toy, Nic.”
I laughed for a moment and let a moan escape my lips for good measure as Shawn was tonguing my clit while I was on the phone.
“Slut.”
“And proud of it, trick, now what did you want besides to try and pick a fight?”
“Like I said, you could have stayed at the gallery opening for at least a few hours or something, damn,” Samantha huffed over the ea
rpiece. Shawn continued working the hell out of my clit with his tongue, so it was becoming a more difficult task in listening to her bitch and moan. “If it was that pressing, I would have given you the loft to do your business. I could have gotten mine, too.”
“Damn…mmm, shit, baby.”
“Are you fucking while you’re talking to me, Nic?”
“Nope, but this man is definitely putting me in the mood to fuck his brains out. Suck on that clit, baby,” I continued to encourage Shawn in an effort to get Samantha off the phone. “Can you please hurry up before he makes me come and you get an earful?”
“Damn, bitch, let me know when you’re done and call me back!” Samantha yelled before the line went dead.
I looked down at the fine piece of man between my legs slurping and suckling my wetness, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I was definitely a lucky bitch on a lot of levels, and it could only get better. I had already figured out plans for Jalil when my phone rang again.
I didn’t recognize the number, so I was hesitant to answer it. Shawn felt my body tense up and tried to keep working to get me to relax, but I couldn’t until I answered this call. I don’t know what compelled me to do it, but I did.
“I had hoped that you would have been home by now, but I can tell from your voice that you’re still a little ‘busy.’ ”
My husband’s tone was unlike anything I’d heard before. He sounded cryptic, which wasn’t like him. I froze and sat up in bed, trying to get my bearings and get out of the orgasmic fog that I enjoyed.
“Calvin? What’s wrong, honey? You don’t sound like yourself,” I asked, my concern growing with each passing second. I didn’t know what to think.
“Everything is quite fine, Nic. In fact, they’ve not been better,” he replied. He was way too calm for my comfort level. “Is my intern there with you?”
Shawn got up from where he was on the bed with a quizzical look. I shooed him away as I tried to focus on the call.
“Yes, he’s here, baby; why do you ask?”
“Because I want to see him, too, since this involves him.” His monotone nature had me on edge, and it wasn’t the way I wanted to start off my morning.