URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga

by Shantel Johnson

  “You have to learn a few things when you’ve got restaurants all over the world. It’s pretty helpful,” he chuckled and slipped his hand into hers.

  Bianca squeezed his hand and looked out the window, taking in all the foreign architecture. It was so different from what she was used to, but it took her breath away all the same. She wanted to keep taking in the sights, but the drive to the hotel wasn’t very long. Soon she and Vince were getting out the car and heading into the grand hotel.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I had some clothes picked out for you. There’s a variety in your room so change into whatever makes you feel comfortable and sexy. I’ll be waiting for you at the restaurant.” Vince said.

  “Oh? What kind of clothes are there? You expectin’ me to come down in some lingerie or something?” Bianca giggled.

  “If that’s what would really make you comfortable then I got the wrong thing.” He smiled and headed back towards the limo. “Everything is all set for you.”

  “You’re leavin’?”

  “Only for a little bit, my love. You’ll come back to me soon. Just have fun. Take as much time as you need.”

  Bianca saw him disappear into the limo again and close the door. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t to be dropped off at a foreign hotel without any sense of where she should go.

  “Miss Bianca?” a voice asked.

  She turned quickly and saw a young, good-looking man in a suit. He greeted her more formerly once Bianca acknowledged her name. “I’ll be taking care of you tonight. We shall go up to your room, and then I will direct you back to the limo when you are ready to leave to the restaurant. I believe there is a team of makeup and hair people in the room as well.”

  “Makeup and hair? What the—?” Bianca grew more and more excited as the hotel employee guided her to the elevator. She was about to get her J. Lo on! Hair! Makeup! Like a damn celebrity. Shit. Dating a billionaire was living the life!

  ***

  She had spent so long trying to pick out the perfect dress and squeeze into one that was her size that she had lost track of time. Two hours had already passed, and she had kept him waiting long enough. She was off to see Vince. He was already sitting at the reserved table. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed his freshly shaven cheek. "Hello, gorgeous."

  A smile crossed his lips as he turned to kiss her. No one else was in the restaurant. It was after hours and they had the entire place to themselves. The mood was set with dim lights and soft classical music playing in the background. He must’ve shelled out a lot of money for the staff to stay after hours, just for her. At least Bianca hoped so. Vince pulled her close, raking his eyes down her curvaceous body. "You look incredible…”

  "Don't I?!" Bianca giggled then nodded towards her seat. "Ya gonna just ogle me or be a gentleman and pull out my chair?"

  He let out a chuckle and got up, towering over her even though she was wearing heels. “Of course, of course. It would be wrong of a gentleman like myself not to pull out the chair for my gorgeous guest.”

  He was wearing a nice, deep grey suit, smelling all kinds of good with his hair slicked back. For a split second Bianca thought of shedding his clothes off right then and there and taking him on the table. That wouldn’t be appropriate would it? But there isn’t really anyone else here, she thought. It wouldn’t be so bad.

  Vince pulled the chair out and Bianca smoothed out the skirt of her dress down before taking a seat. He sat across from her and ordered a bottle of wine when the waiter finally came over.

  "Everything’s so fancy," she commented.

  He smiled, that dashing good looks smile and took her hand in his. "Anything for you, my love."

  It seemed like they were in a cheesy romantic movie, but nonetheless, Bianca was turning into a puddle of goo as soon as those words left his mouth. She could feel the heat start to form across her cheeks, making Vince smile even wider. I think he likes seeing me all flustered and going crazy over him.

  "I’m glad you liked the dress. I had no idea what size to get or even what style and I didn’t want to offend you so I had one of my assistants do it. It needed a woman’s touch, haha."

  "It’s not bad at all. I think she ended up doing a great job. Besides, no one’s ever left out a whole row of dresses for me to try on. I’m just sorry I kept you waiting while I tried every single one," she replied as she eyed the glass of wine that was now being poured for her.

  "I didn’t care about waiting. It gave me more time to make everything perfect for you. I couldn’t help myself and got into the kitchen to fuss over some things." He took a sip of the dark red liquid.

  "What?! You’re supposed to be relaxing. This is a trip for us to enjoy, not for you to go cooking for me!"

  “But I do want to cook for you. That would be amazing. To share what I love doing with the person I care about.”

  It felt a little strange just sitting at dinner, idly talking like a normal couple. It wasn’t something Bianca was used to—since she was always busy—and she doubted that Vince ever had time to go on dates. They spent the rest of their evening eating and talking, occasionally feeding each other like some dumb teenagers in love. She even got a nice luscious piece of peanut butter cake to take back to the hotel for dessert. Though of course, that wasn't the only thing she wanted for dessert.

  Once the door closed to the room both of them kicked off their shoes and sat on the couch, relaxing back. Bianca stuffed a piece of the cake into her mouth and moaned as Vince rubbed her feet. What woman doesn't want to eat cake while a man as prestigious and rich as Vince rubbed their feet? She was damn lucky.

  "Don't moan so much over a piece of cake," he chuckled.

  "Why? You jealous?" She stuffed another piece in her mouth and made a show out of moaning loudly. “You should be proud! This cake is damn good!”

  “You know I can make you feel better than a piece of cake can."

  She watched as he dug his finger into the frosting and licked it off slowly. "Hmm, I don't know. This cake is pretty good." But before she could taunt him even more, her eyes caught sight of his tongue lapping at the peanut butter frosting, and she was silent.

  "You're right," he replied with a wink. "It is pretty good." His warm hand traveled from her foot towards her calf and up her thigh, getting a little frustrated at the tight fabric that was preventing him from going higher. His brows furrowed. "Take this dress off."

  "You're so thirsty right now. Calm down," she giggled, teasingly. The look on Vince’s face told Bianca that he was completely serious."Vince…"

  "Didn't I say it needed to come off now? Learn to listen." Bianca swallowed hard and avoided his dark green gaze. Only the sound of her dress being unzipped filled the room. His palm pressed against her back, lifting her up so she could shimmy out of the gown. Bianca was glad that she had decided to wear some cute underwear. Her ass looked pretty amazing in her lacy thong and matching bra.

  Vince licked his lips and let out a soft growl that was almost primal. “Come here.” he commanded.

  She had no choice in the matter as he grabbed her arm and tossed her flat on her back with ease. He didn't waste any time in getting on top of her, planting his soft lips against hers and dominating her mouth. A moan could barely escape her before Vince's tongue slipped into her mouth. Bianca’s arms tangled themselves around his neck, pulling him as close as he could get. His budding erection dug into her soft inner thigh as he ground his hips into hers, his grip on her hips was so tight that Bianca was sure it would leave a bruise.

  "Vi-Vincent!" she cried out, hoping to get a gasp of air.

  His glare kept her pinned to the mattress and his commanding voice made her legs turn to jello. "Spread 'em."

  He shoved her thighs apart apart when she didn't comply immediately. She was just too stunned to even respond. The way he was controlling her had her body begging for more.

  For a few moments Bianca couldn't even think straight. His thick finge
rs found their ways to her folds, giving them a few teasing rubs before plunging in completely. She didn't even scream, only curled her toes into the couch cushion, willing her hips to go higher and higher. Vince kept her hips pressed to the couch, however, making her squirm under his weight. His teeth dug gently into the flesh of her neck, biting and sucking against her tender spot.

  His baritone chuckle found it way to her ear. "I like watching you squirm."

  She could feel the way her skin sizzled at his words. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and he hadn't even done much. Her hands found the courage to fiddle with the buttons on his dress shirt, pulling them apart as fast as she could, all the while crashing her lips to his in a passionate frenzy.

  He left her a whimpering mess when he pulled his fingers out to toss the rest of his shirt off. It fell in a discarded pool beside their shoes and his tie. Bianca couldn't help but ogle his toned chest and those biceps that now scooped her up against him.

  She straddled his hips, setting her bare pussy against his still-clothed dick. "Why are you still wearing so many clothes? Take them off."

  "Quiet. I'll do whatever I want to you." His left hand fumbled with the buckle of his belt before he pulled it from the loops of his dress pants. She found herself bent across his lap, his right forearm pressed against her shoulder blades to keep her down.

  The first crack of the belt against the warm flesh of her ass sent shocks throughout her system. No one had ever done this to her, but that made it all the more exciting. The feeling of the fine Italian leather against her skin was good, and it left behind a soft sting. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries as much as possible.

  When the stinging died down a little, Vince slapped the belt across her skin again. Bianca’s spine bowed and a hoarse fuck escaped her lips.

  He seemed pleased with all her reactions, even slipping his fingers back towards her wetness, spreading it around. "You really like getting spanked don't you?" The question seemed a little rhetorical. Of course she liked it, he should be able to tell by the way her pussy juices were flowing. The way his fingers brushed against the welts on her skin after every crack of leather, the harsh pants that escaped her every time her toes would dig into the cushion, and the way her nails clawed at his thigh—it was amazing. But the ache between her thighs was growing too strong.

  Before Bianca could even say anything, he gently pushed back a few strands of hair behind her ear. She looked up at him and saw tenderness in his eyes. Her lips curled into a smile as she heard the teeth of his zipper pulling away from itself.

  Soon enough, the head of his dick was tapping against her mouth, which Bianca opened. Inch by thick inch, she swallowed around his head and shaft only getting a measly quarter of the way down. He accepted it though and kept her head close with one hand while the other occupied her clenching pussy. She sucked in his fingers eagerly, trying to focus on that pleasure so that her throat could relax. Vince relaxed back against the pillows, watching his body disappear inside her, a sly smirk across his lips.

  His fingers curled deep inside her, all three pressing against her pleasure spot. Her hips bucked towards the sensation, craving more of it. But he slipped out every time only to dive back in, harder and deeper than before. The taste of him started to slowly drip in her mouth, landing on her tongue as she rolled it over his thick veins. Bianca darted her eyes towards his face, watching as he licked his lips sensually, eyes closed and chest puffing in and out in short rapid bursts. He was gorgeous and she wanted to keep watching him.

  Vince cracked one eye open. "Like what you see?"

  Her lips slid off him, leaving a red lipstick mark behind. "I do, baby, I do." Her hands made quick work of the rest of his pants, tossing them haphazardly over her shoulder before she straddled his hips. His fingers trailed over her hips and stomach until they reached higher to cup her breasts. A groan of satisfaction came from deep within his throat. Bianca smiled down at him and wrapped her hands around his, pressing his fingertips to her lips gently. He smiled at the sign of affection. And of course, it turned her into mush yet again.

  Finally she got him inside her. The pure satisfaction sent sparks throughout her body. Vince tightened his grip on her hips and pressed her forward, starting the smooth rocking of her hips against his. Her eyes slipped shut as she enjoyed feeling every inch of his body inside her. She might have not be able to fit him in her mouth but she was sure as hell determined to take all of him inside her.

  She planted her hands on his chest, steadying herself for faster rocking. Their bodies clashed together, making the sweetest sounds that rang throughout the hotel room. Vince brought Bianca closer to him, enveloping her lips in his once more. Their tongues clashed in wave after wave of heated passion. The few times they broke away to breathe, their eyes connected.

  It was a strange feeling, but Bianca knew the way he looked at her meant something more than love, which meant big trouble for her. Bianca’s stomach churned at the thought of getting this involved with someone. Would she have time for her career? Would she even have time for Vince? How could they even stay together if he was always traveling and doing work? How would any of this work out?

  All these thoughts floated around her head but were soon whisked away by Vince gently pushing her into the couch and plowing into her. Bianca wrapped her limbs tightly around his body, arching up to be as close as she possibly could against him. "Don't stop Vince…"

  He shook his head before burying his face into her neck, wrapping her tighter in his arms. "Never, baby. Never."

  ***

  Bianca woke up the next morning to the smells of coffee and food. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. Bed? She realized that she was no longer on the couch and instead on the bed. “What smells so good?” she asked as she rubbed her eyes.

  Vince entered the room, toting the room service cart which had a few covered dishes on it. “Good morning! I thought I’d start us off with some breakfast and coffee before we hit the town.”

  “Hit the town? Where you gonna take me now, Vince?” Bianca giggled.

  “Well, you shouldn’t come to Italy without doing a little sight-seeing. I want to take you across the countryside and then we can stop at my favorite vineyard. How does that sound?”

  He uncovered one of the dishes and sat down on the bed, presenting it to Bianca. She had no idea what it was, but it sure smelled good. And she was hungry even though she ate a ton last night. “Do you plan to keep me here forever?”

  “I wish I could, but I’ll have to go to London soon after this, then Dubai.”

  “What? You didn’t tell me you were going all those places! When am I ever going to see you again?”

  “Don't be so dramatic,” Vince said. “You’ll see me, it just might be a while. I have to do things all over the place. I can’t stay in one spot. I’m too busy.”

  Bianca didn’t really feel like eating anymore. She didn’t want to be something that Vince saw on occasion and probably fucked whenever he wanted to. She knew he was busy, but the way he said it made it seem like he didn’t care how long he would be gone without seeing her. It made her feel like she was nothing more than a plaything.

  “I’m going to go shower…” she stated simply before getting up from the bed.

  Vince had a confused look on his face. “Don’t you want to eat?” he asked.

  “I’m not very hungry.” She slammed the door to the bathroom shut, leaving Vince to wonder what exactly he had done wrong.

  ***

  Once they were out on the town and traveling, Bianca still didn’t say a word to Vince. He tried his best to engage her and make her feel the same excitement he felt when he traveled across Italy, but it wasn’t happening. Several times he asked her what had he done wrong but Bianca never clued him in. He was becoming desperate as he didn’t like having an upset woman by his side.

  Towards the end of the afternoon, they arrived at the vineyard and Vince hoped that with a little bit of alcohol in her, Bianca
would open up and tell him what she was thinking. One glass after another and Bianca seemed to be getting more relaxed, much to Vince’s relief.

  “Do you want to walk around the vineyard with me? We can see all the different grapes they have growing and take a tour of the winery.”

  Bianca nodded and nursed her emptying wine glass. “As long as we get to take more of this wine with us.” She had already drank more than half a bottle during the tasting. Vince didn’t have the heart to tell her that you were only supposed to take small sips during the tasting, not drink the whole glass.

  “Sure, whatever you want, love.” Vince stood quiet for a moment as they began to walk around the vineyard. “Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you since this morning?”

  “Nothing’s bothering me,” Bianca said while taking another big gulp.

  “I know enough about women to know that you’re lying. Please, I’m being serious. Tell me what’s wrong.”

  "How are you less drunk than I am!?" Bianca slurred slightly, trying to change the subject.

  Vince sighed frustrated because she avoided the question yet again. "Because I didn't drink half a bottle of wine on an almost empty stomach. You're gonna be feeling that tomorrow, sweetheart. C'mere." Vince wrapped his arm around Bianca’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "Now will you please talk to me?"

  She leaned against the winery building, closed her eyes and sighed. “Why are you leaving me already? I thought we were going to spend more time together…”