Beauty & the Geek: Zola's Magic Touch (Mocha Memoirs Presents Beauty & the Geek)

by Shiree McCarver

  “We had sex, Shin,” she found herself reminding him once more. “I had resigned myself that if I did this with you, it would be without any expectations.”

  “I apologize. I very seldom do what is expected of me.”

  “So I’m learning.” She cocked an eyebrow at him.

  “I have more to teach you about me, if you give me the chance,” he murmured, dipping his head to press his mouth to hers.

  Zola opened her mouth beneath the pressure of his lips and the intrusion of his delectable tongue. If he continued to kiss her like this, it would be easy to get distracted from the matter at hand. She was the first to pull away.

  “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” she warned softly. “In a moment, we will get up from here and you will return to your room and I will return to doing my job in the most efficient way I know how. This crazy day will become a fond memory for the both of us while we move on in our separate lives.”

  He grinned and leaned down to nuzzle her throat. “I will leave tomorrow and set things right with my father. Once I’ve cleaned up the mess my personal life has become, I want to see you again.”

  “I’m not looking to get serious with anyone right now, Shirou.” Her pulse rate accelerated as he breathed kisses along the length of her neck and shoulders.

  Shirou went still. “Is that a nonnegotiable ‘no’ to my request?”

  “Your parents...her parents are going to be disappointed, I’m sure. And what if this woman you’re supposed to marry has fallen in love with you, and you, being a man, are totally oblivious to how she feels?”

  “Wow,” Shirou whistled. “I don’t know who the bastard is, but he sure did a number on you.”

  “You don’t want to go there with me,” Zola said flatly. “I don’t know what else to say to make you understand how crazy this is, and I definitely don’t think you’re going to be able to think reasonably as long as you’re lying in between my thighs. Will you let me up now?”

  “Obviously, you aren’t as intuitive as you led me to believe or you would recognize a patient, stubborn man when you see one. Tell me I can see you again and I will let you call the shots on where we go from here.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then I will fuck you again. We shall be found like this—sated and dehydrated.” The sexy tone was persuasive and coaxing. “Tell me you aren’t secretly hoping I’ll take charge of this matter and give you no choice but to see me again.”

  “As if you could.” She made a clucking sound with her tongue. “Are you out of your freaking mind? Feel me...” Zola lifted her hips and shivered with wanton desire as her clit bumped against his thickening erection. “I’m no little woman you can throw over your shoulder and play caveman with.”

  “You want me as much as I want you.”

  She knew he was daring her to deny it, but she couldn’t. “This isn’t enough to build a relationship on. Trust me, I know.”

  “You know why I had you moved to this room? I wanted you near me...no.” He shook his head. “I needed you near me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you walking away from me at the airport after we disembarked from the airplane.”

  She moaned softly in agreement. Walking away had been hard for her too, but it had to be because they hadn’t been able to finish what was started. “It will be easier for you to walk away this time. The curiosity is gone. You now know what it’s like to fuck me.”

  “I went to my room and immediately dismissed my assistant. I couldn’t focus on a thing he was saying in the limousine. All I could think about was being inside you,” he boldly admitted. “I masturbated thinking about you.” His voice lowered seductively. “I pictured you riding my cock, your touch rough as you took me in your hand and squeezed me hard before guiding me inside your hot wetness.”

  The long breath she released echoed loudly in her own ears. “Don’t do this,” Zola groaned.

  “Zola, I don’t want to chance letting you walk away without some understanding that we will see each other again. My gut is telling me to see this through.”

  “It’s a bit lower than your gut, Shin. You’ll see this differently once you’ve had some sleep, and the light of day will make everything look different.”

  “Don’t make casual my feelings.” His voice deepened with hurt, and his smoothed brow crinkled with a frown. “I’m not a child.”

  “And I don’t want to be the ‘other woman’ your dad will think came between you and his big plans for you.” Catching him off guard, she pushed him hard enough to get him off of her and came to her feet. This time he didn’t try to stop her.

  “I wouldn’t do that,” Shin muttered, rolling to his feet, dragging his underwear and trousers up to cover his nakedness. “This was something I was already contemplating. Being with you just proved to me that if I am to marry, I want it to be with a woman who could make me feel the way you do.”

  He stepped toward her with his hands palm up as he spoke. Zola made haste to pull her robe together over her breasts and double knot it closed at her waist, hopefully putting an end to any further ideas of more hanky-panky between them. He was like a sexual attraction that persistently drew her to him with this crazy irresistible pull.

  “Zola.” He halted within an arm’s length, and his hands fell to his side. “Before today, I do admit I thought mutual respect was substantial enough to have a comfortable marriage, but you taught me that passion is also an important part of a relationship between a man and a woman. Now that I have a glimpse of what I would be missing, I couldn’t honestly say I could remain loyal only to her the rest of my life, and I don’t want to be that type of husband,” Shirou finished.

  “How do you know you can’t have this with her?” she asked huskily, her eyes drawn to his lips.

  “Because...” He easily closed the space between them. “I imagined from the moment I glimpsed you, the sounds you would make when I buried my cock deep inside you. With her, I imagined how proud my father would be having her as a daughter-in-law.”

  His words excited and disappointed her at the same time. She was delighted he found her desirous. He’d proven time and again her body pleased him, but he might as well have told her she was good enough to fuck but she would never fit his father’s “idea” of a daughter-in-law.

  She turned away, wondering at the turmoil she felt. Strolling over to the hotel’s picture window, she held back the curtain and peered out at the illuminated downtown Atlanta nighttime activity below and beyond.

  What was wrong with her all of a sudden? Why did she care? She had no intentions of ever marrying again anyway. Lost in her thoughts, Zola jumped and gasped when Shirou’s hands rested on her shoulders. He drew her against him. Her lashes fluttered and lowered as he bent low and pressed a kiss at the sensitive spot behind her ear.

  “I have an idea about tomorrow,” Zola voiced. She refused to allow her body to distract her once again. “The situation with the representatives, I mean.”

  He ran a hand over her fleshy stomach. Her vaginal muscle squeezed at his touch. “Tell me,” he rasped.

  “How do you expect me to think straight with you up on me like this? You need to let me go, Shin.” She meant what she was saying, but her words lost all credibility when her feet parted to give him better access to the button of slippery flesh protruding from between fat, blood-encouraged lips.

  He laughed softly as he continued to manipulate her sexually and nuzzle his nose against her ear. “Funny, but my thinking process becomes keener when I’m touching you. Please continue.”

  She tilted her head to the side to give him a pointed look. He returned her stare expectantly. She cocked an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes on him.

  With a reluctant, petulant sigh and pout, he dropped his hands and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “Satisfied? Go ahead, I’m listening.”

  Zola released the blackout curtain to let it fall back into place and walked over to the sofa to drop down, crossing
one thick thigh over the other. “Since the banquet is out of the question, how about I get on the phone right now and start making arrangements for breakfast with the representatives? That way it will be a casual environment. They can pick your brain while enjoying the meal, and it will be more like teaching your class than giving a lecture?”

  Shirou pushed away from the wall and walked over to the chair across from her and took a seat. He leaned forward with his face deep in thought. Resting his elbows on his knees, he finally looked her in the eyes and asked, “It’s well past ten p.m. now. Do you think you can pull it off at this late hour?”

  “I don’t know if I will be able to contact everyone and get them to accept the invite, but if we can get even a few to show up, word of mouth will do the rest. I’m sure of it.” She nodded. With his hands off her, she was back in her mentally sharp mode and readily excited by the prospect that her idea just might work.

  Shirou nodded. “I can do this.” He squinted and pulled his glasses off his nose to clean them with the tail of his shirt before settling them back on his straight nose.

  His hard, determined tone sent a thrill of excitement through her cunt. She squeezed her thighs tighter. With a small grin, she cleared her throat and said, “I will make the calls, shower, and put on some clothes. I’ll call you and let you know what they say.”

  “I could use a shower myself.” He stared pointedly at her.

  “You’re relentless,” she moaned helplessly.

  “It will be harder for them to turn me down over the phone,” he pointed out. “They know how important my time is. They should feel fortunate I am willing to compromise.”

  “They know you need their support to extend the grant for next year,” Zola stated.

  “They know NASA needs their support,” he corrected bluntly. “I can always take my patent to the private sector and leave them explaining to their constituents how they lost the exclusive rights to a patent that the Japanese have been trying to seduce away from them since I discovered it.”

  “Damn, boy, you’re sexy when you ease into that hard-ass mode out of the blue like that. Your entire demeanor seems to change when your mind is working like that.” She chuckled softly.

  “Sexy enough to let me lick your pussy before you shower away your sweaty smell?” He cocked a jet-black eyebrow in quest.

  “You’re nasty,” she accused, sneering up her nose but giggling like an excited schoolgirl as he slid out of the chair onto his knees.

  “I’m hungry.” He slowly crawled toward her on all fours.

  “I can call room service,” she suggested as he nudged her thighs wide with his shoulders.

  “Not unless you want them to join in too. We all can fuck you until you pass out.”

  “You’re nasty and freaky.” She laughed out loud as he sucked loudly and wetly on the fat of her inner thigh.

  “And you’re so wet from the thought of being fucked in every hole you possess, I’m almost willing to see just how far you would go,” he murmured before licking all around her pussy.

  “Ohhhh, God,” she moaned, sliding down to meet his tongue with her ass on the edge of the sofa. “I...I don’t think that would be a wise idea in a hotel full of NASA representatives.”

  He lifted his head to look at her from between her spread knees. “I said almost willing. I don’t share my possessions, Zola. I’m laying claim to this sweet, juicy, fat pussy. While we are apart, you’d better not let anyone else near my pussy. Once I come back, we’re going to figure out what to do about making this situation more long term.”

  “Our job...”

  “Those rules do not apply to me, or they wouldn’t have sent you to this convention this weekend to ‘handle’ me; they would have simply ordered me to speak at the banquet.”

  Zola was about to argue the point further. She knew what he said was true, but she had a lot to lose. Even if she maintained her job, a black woman had to keep her head up and above the rest. If word got around that she was sleeping with Shirou Tsubasa, it would be assumed that this was how she got her position in the company in the first place and shoot all her hard work to shit.

  This thought was what she wanted to convey to Shin, but she couldn’t say a damn thing. He was relentlessly lapping at her pussy like it was manna from Heaven. It was so hot watching his dark, silky head moving between her brown, smoothed thighs. She didn’t want to stop looking, but once her gaze grew blurry and her eyes crossed, she couldn’t do anything but drop the weight of her head back against the sofa cushion and sob and moan.

  Pleasure racked her, and her entire body shook with her release. Her clit was so sensitive, she hurt. Instead of backing off, Shirou shifted his attention lower from her weeping slit to the dark, puckering wink of her asshole with his wet tongue, and she stiffened. Zola was embarrassed to let him go there when she knew she must be musky from their previous coupling.

  As if sensing her sudden discomfort, Shirou murmured, “I adore your body and your smell distracts me from all other thoughts, but God help me. It’s the taste of your exquisite flesh that makes me insatiable. I love your sweetness, Zola; please don’t stop me now,” he declared passionately.

  She began to relax again as he continued to adore her body with hands, mouth, and eyes. She felt thoroughly turned on by the thought that he desired her so much he found everything about her pleasing. When had she ever been made love to and not made to feel lacking or self-conscious in some way.

  It was a heady, freeing experience to feel this adored. Tears of joy and pleasure squeezed out of the corners of her tightly closed eyes. Amazingly, her desire started to mount in its urgency for another release.

  The intensity of Shirou’s passion was all consuming. It frightened and thrilled her at the same time. She felt as if she was seriously a possession of his to do with what he willed.

  Never in her life had she been a woman who wanted a man to take the lead or power over her. But until now with Shirou, she’d never realized she loved relinquishing all responsibility in return for gaining her own pleasure. She trusted him. She trusted him to make sure she was thoroughly satisfied before he reached his own pleasure. This was the way it was with him every time he touched her. He was the most unselfish lover she’d ever known in her entire life.

  Bathed in sweat and panting harshly, Shirou came over her. “Do you trust me completely?” A finger dipped deep inside her pussy and fingered her until the slippery wetness was oozing down the crack of her ass. He glided the finger from her cunt to her hole and broke through the puckered sphere, slowly fingering her.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I trust you.” She might wonder about it later, but for now she trusted him to bring her pleasure like nothing she’d ever known. His body was built for giving pleasure, and she couldn’t get enough of admiring his lean form of flesh over muscle.

  “Does this feel good?”

  It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. She imagined it was her feeling so relaxed after that last orgasm that helped. Her answer was to move her hips to meet the thrust of his finger. She felt a bit fuller when another finger joined the first.

  “Oh, Shin. Oh, Shin.” Her breath rushed out in short puffs.

  “Has anyone ever done this to you before?”

  She shook her head. “No, but I’ve done it to myself. I...I’ve fantasized about it. Hmmm...don’t stop.”

  His other hand began to masturbate her as the fingers of his first hand continued working her bottom.

  “Every time I stroke your clit, your ass will become more and more relaxed. Just trust me and relax...that’s it,” his deep, hypnotic voice crooned.

  As Zola became more relaxed, she felt herself opening to allow him to push past the knuckles and deeper inside her virginal, tight anus.

  “Zoë, I love feeling the tightness of your asshole around my fingers, the heat. The muscles of the anal canal contract around my fingers tightly, and I can imagine it squeezing around my penis,” he said.

  “Ye
ssss...do it,” she whimpered. “Let me feel your cock in my ass.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded.

  “We will go slowly,” he promised. “If at any time you want me to stop, tell me so. You control how much dick you want inside you, okay?”

  “Okay,” he said as he released himself from his pants, held his cock in his hand, and smoothed it through her pussy juices, sticking the head in the slit of her vagina to the rim of the head and moving it back and forward. She reached down and held his hips to stop him. “What...what if you’re so excited, you can’t stop?”

  He frowned. “Has that happened to you before?” he asked briskly.

  “Yes,” she answered honestly. “Not anally, but the first time I had sex.”