by K, S
Darrell growled in satisfaction. She could no longer keep her hips still even if she wanted to. Her fingertips dug into the soft pillows of the cushions as she undulated helplessly against his dick. Her eyes begged him to stop, but that only made him even more determined to draw her pleasure out as he watched her with fascinated eyes that had turned the color of dark charcoal.
Son of a bitch! Roni silently exclaimed.
“Mmmmm….” The rumble of enjoyment flowed from Darrell’s chest as he kept his eyes locked on her face until she shuddered to the very end of her fulfillment. As tiny aftershocks of pleasure pierced her very core, he pressed up against her and let the last of the spasms run their course before easing back. Roni weakly slumped back on the couch.
Still hard and erect, Darrell slowly straightened up and let his eyes fall to the spot between her legs. Her panties were soaking wet. Roni's eyes latched on to the wetness glistening on his tip.
Suddenly becoming aware of where she was, she glanced at her friends who were enviously staring at her with their mouths forming perfect ‘O’s. One of them had lit a cigarette and was bringing it to her mouth with trembling fingers to take a long, deep pull before blowing out a cloud of smoke from the corner of her mouth.
Shit! Although none of her emotions showed on her face, Roni was mortified at what she’d just done. Feeling the force of Darrell’s stare, it took everything in her to nonchalantly straighten her clothes, smooth her hair back, and cross her legs again. Unable to avoid it any longer, she brought her eyes up to meet his. When she did so, her nails dug into her palms to stop herself from smacking the arrogant smirk off his lips.
She watched as he pulled his boxers and pants on, carefully tucking his erection inside. She raised her chin and dared him to comment.
Darrell grinned at her expression. “So am I hired?”
Chapter 4
“Who’s the new kid you interviewed today?”
Roni quickly looked at Bryan and willed her breathing to remain steady as she thought about what happened earlier today. Bryan was her cousin and owned part of Club Ecstasy along with her.
“His name is Darrell Monroe.”
“He any good?”
Roni bit down on her lip. Oh, he was good alright. Too good. Giving her head a little shake to push the images away, she casually answered Bryan’s question.
“Yes. He doesn’t have any experience, but he has a lot of potential and the drive to succeed. With a little polishing to tighten up his showmanship, he could be one of our top acts.” Roni kept her voice as professional as she could but she and Bryan had known each other all their lives. There wasn’t much she could hide from him.
“I assume you and your friends broke him in during the interviewing process….” he teased. Bryan left the hiring of the dancers up to Roni, and so far, she’d been on point. “If they didn’t scare the poor guy away, I guess he’s a winner.”
Roni laughed and felt some of the tension ease out of her body. Once in a while, she brought her friends in to check out someone she was thinking about hiring just to see how other women reacted to them. There were times when they could be extremely brutal and leave the poor guy feeling embarrassingly self-conscious about his God given ‘gift’.
However, that hadn’t been the case with Darrell. She’d never seen them react that way with anyone else. For that matter, neither had she.
Stop it Roni. You’re acting worse than the women in the audience.
She suddenly became aware of the fact that Bryan was watching her with a curious expression.
“What…?” she asked.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. What’s this guy’s name again?”
“Darrell.”
Bryan nodded as he continued to closely study Roni. She avoided his eyes and looked over at the security screen. All she needed right now was for Bryan to start questioning her and giving her the third degree. He had that gleam in his eyes that reminded her of a shark that smelled blood and was biding its time before moving in for the kill.
Roni saw no need to expand on her answer because she intended to forget this afternoon ever happened. It was bad enough her friends witnessed what that man had been able to do to her. They had been asking her non-stop when she planned to fuck him.
That wasn’t going to happen. She prided herself on maintaining a strictly professional relationship with all of her employees - especially the dancers. She couldn’t let one lapse in judgment undermine her reputation and what she’d worked so hard to accomplish.
Besides, she wasn’t going to be a notch in anyone’s belt, least of all a twenty year old kid’s. She’d met many men like Darrell, men who possessed unbelievably good looks, charm, and sex appeal, but despite advances from many of them, the line in the sand had been firmly drawn and she had never ever crossed it - until now. She sighed and closed her eyes. Massaging her temple, she felt the beginnings of a headache coming on from just the thought of what she’d let him do.
“Alright, what’s going on? Spill it.” Bryant sat back in the chair and crossed his arms as he waited.
“Bryan, please, I’m tired and not in the mood to be interrogated,” she snapped.
Bryan laughed. “Now I know you’re hiding something. You never get defensive unless you feel backed into a corner.”
His eyes ran over Roni's face. They couldn’t have been any closer if they were brother and sister instead of cousins. Roni was an extremely beautiful woman. It was hard to believe she was thirty-eight years old; she could’ve easily passed for a woman ten years younger. Her body rivaled that of any of the tender young things down in the club right now. Many men had tried to get with her, but she wasn’t having it.
Bryan’s eyes turned thoughtful. He’d tried to convince her that it was time to move on, that Frank would’ve wanted that for her, but so far….
His inner musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in,” he called out.
Roni kept her back to him as she continued watching the monitor. He knew she was avoiding his prying eyes. That was okay, though. He’d get it out of her if it killed him. Frowning, Bryan turned his attention to the young guy who'd just walked in.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Roni.”
Hearing that voice, Roni swiftly inhaled. She sat up in the chair and whipped her head around to stare at Darrell with an expression akin to horror. Bryan’s frown deepened to one of intense speculation as he sat back and observed her reaction. Roni was always a cool one no matter what. However, right now, she was anything but.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Roni cringed as she heard the slight catch in her voice. Ignoring Bryan’s look of extreme interest, she cleared her throat and stood up. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. “I mean, was there something you wanted?”
Bryan’s shrewd gaze went to the young guy and saw the hungry response which leapt into his eyes at Roni's question. Oh, he wanted something alright - or rather someone - and she was standing right in front of him.
Feeling like he was at a tennis match, Bryan switched up and swung his attention back to Roni. From the nervousness she displayed, Bryan knew she’d noticed the craving in the young man’s eyes as well. He’d never seen her flustered like this. Taking pity on her, he stood up and took a couple of steps towards the other man.
“Is there something I can help you with son?”
Bryan immediately tensed up when Darrell's gray eyes coldly ran over him. He wasn’t a small man, and after retiring from the Special Forces division of the military years ago, he had no problem defending himself, but he wondered how in the hell this punk got past security.
“Nah, nothin’ you can do for me….Pops.”
That’s it! Bryan scowled as he took a step towards Darrell. He’s dead!
“Bryan…”
Bryan paused when he heard Roni quietly call his name. His eyes shot a warning to the smart ass who was boldly staring at him with a taunting smile on his fa
ce. Bryan knew he was trying to goad him into losing his cool - and he was doing a damned good job of it too!
Keeping his eyes on the kid, he directed his question towards Roni. “You know him?”
“Yeah, she knows me,” Darrell sneered.
The sound that came from Bryan was close to a growl. “I wasn’t talking to you!”
“Well, I was talkin’ to you.”
“Enough!” Roni rarely raised her voice, and the fact that Darrell had once again managed to bring out this side of her was not lost on her. She turned cool eyes his way. “Darrell, what are you doing here?”
“Darrell?!” Bryan pivoted around and gave Roni a look full of disbelief. “This is the new performer you hired??”
“Yes.”
“Oh hell no!” Bryan continuously shook his head. “Hell fucking no!”
“Bryan….”
“Roni, you and I never interfere in one another’s decisions, but this time, I'm making an exception.” There was no way he was letting this motherfucker work in his club.
“And who are you?”
Bryan swung around with fists balled up at Darrell's insolent tone, but quickly got a grip. Exhaling, he twisted his neck once then twice until it popped to release the tension. He wasn’t gonna let this guy push his buttons any more than he already had.
“I’m Roni’s partner and part owner of this club - a club in which you won’t be working in so you can just see yourself out.”
Fuck! Marcus had warned him about his mouth and told him he needed to start thinking before he spoke, but the way this man jumped in his business had instantly ticked him off. He looked at Roni and wondered if there was something going on between the two of them.
“Bryan, can we please just calm down here?” Roni walked over and stood between the two men. “This is Darrell Monroe, and yes I hired him for Men of Fantasy. Darrell, this is my partner, Bryan Hargrove.” Her eyes held his. “And if you want to work here, you owe him an apology.”
Darrell looked at her for a moment before dropping his eyes. He knew she was right. Pride wasn’t going to put money in his pockets. Not only did he need this job, he wanted it. He wanted it more than he cared to admit.
Taking a step forward, he looked Bryan in the eye. “Mr. Hargrove, I’m sorry. I didn’t know who you were. I apologize for my behavior.” He held his hand out to Bryan. Bryan studied Darrell’s eyes and saw that the apology was sincere. He reluctantly shook Darrell’s hand and nodded.
“Apology accepted.”
Roni let out a small sigh of relief when she saw Bryan’s face relax a little. If Bryan had still been opposed to hiring Darrell, then she would’ve sided with him no questions asked. She was glad Darrell had the maturity to admit when he was wrong. She turned her attention to Bryan when he continued talking.
“I’m going to give you another chance, but you need to take that chip off your shoulder. There’s only room for two people to have attitudes here, and Roni and I have that covered.”
Darrell’s face showed his uncertainty, not sure if Bryan was joking or not, but Roni saw the twinkle in his eye and hid her smile.
“Bryan, would you excuse us for a moment?”
Bryan stared long and hard at Roni. “You and I will talk.” It wasn’t a request. Roni nodded, knowing he was just being protective. He turned to Darrell. “Welcome to Club Ecstasy, Darrell. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Giving them both a final probing look, Bryan left out the room and closed the door behind him. Once alone, the silence in the room was deafening and the sexual tension between them thick. Darrell took a step towards her. He’d been waiting for this all day.
Roni’s eyes widened when she saw him steadily approaching her. She’d made up her mind to have a talk with him and set the record straight, but for some reason she couldn’t think. Hell, she could barely breathe. What was wrong with her?! When he was only a step or two away, she shook her head and held a hand up to ward him off.
“No….”
Darrell grabbed the hand and pulled her to him. “Yes.”
Roni opened her mouth to protest, but the tongue he slipped into her mouth pushed the words back down her throat. Her eyes closed as his mouth eagerly moved over hers. She half-heartedly pushed against his chest and strained away from him for a few minutes before giving in to what her body wanted and demanded.
“Mmmm….mmmm…..”
Of their own violation, her hands slid up the chest she had been pushing away moments ago and encircled his neck as she pressed her body close to his. Her moan matched Darrell’s when she felt his large, palms slide over the soft curve of her hips and down to the round cheeks of her ass.
Roni’s mouth widened to accommodate the relentless searching movements of his tongue as he explored every crevice of her mouth. She felt as if she were swept away by a tidal wave and had nothing to hold on to except him. Her tongue teased and played with his before she gently bit his bottom lip.
“Mmmm…” Darrell growled as his mouth travelled down to the vein at her neck that had caught his attention earlier today. It was beating just as fast now as it was then. He licked a steady path over it to soothe while at the same time arouse.
When she felt his fingers pulling the hem of her short skirt up over her bare thighs, she forced her eyes to open. Swallowing hard, she covered his hand with hers to try to stop him.
“Darrell, no….” she whispered.
“I thought we already covered that. Stop fighting this, Roni.”
Before she knew what he was doing, he’d wrestled his hand out of hers and slipped it between her legs. He expertly pulled her panties to the side to allow him access to the slick folds of her wet opening.
“Shit….” he uttered under his breath. Smiling, another one of R Kelly’s songs came to mind: ‘Your mind's telling me no, but your body’s telling me yes…!’ When he slowly inserted a finger up her canal, the smile fell from his lips as he felt her tightness surround and firmly grip him.
“Roni….” his voice was hoarse with need. He hadn’t wanted anybody like this in a long time.
“Darrell, we shouldn’t. We can’t….”
“You fuckin’ him?”
The question made Roni look at him in surprise. “Who?”
“Your partner. Bryan.”
“No. He…he’s my cousin.”
Darrell nodded, not knowing why he’d asked her that. It didn’t matter if her man had been standing in the room watching them. He wasn’t leaving until he got what he came for. Slipping another finger inside of her, he drew another low moan from her and knew she wanted him just as much.
“You like that, huh?”
“Y-yes….” Roni saw his eyes darken when she tightened the muscles of her vagina around his finger even more. She should’ve been embarrassed by how wet she was, but she could tell it turned him on.
Without breaking their visual connection, she slipped her hand over the front of his pants and felt the rigid length of his erection. Darrell’s lips parted at the contact. While still teasing her with his fingers, he brought his other hand up and managed to unbuckle his belt and unsnap his pants. He grabbed her hand and pushed it down the front of his briefs.
“Touch me, Roni…”
He’d been waiting to feel her hands on him since he left her office earlier, but the moment she did, he almost lost control.
“Damn, that’s feels good…”
Roni sensuously stroked the thickness of his shaft. She spread the slick drops gathering at his tip over the velvety hardness of his manhood. Darrell thrust himself in and out of her soft palm, loudly hissing as she worked her wrist with just the right amount of movement to pump his dick from the base to the tip.
Removing his fingers from inside her, he caught her wrist before ravaging her soft lips with his. When he picked her up, Roni wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he walked over to the desk and sat her down on top of it. With his mouth still devouring hers, Da
rrell reached down and tore her panties away from her body with one jerk then stepped between her thighs. He finally broke the kiss off so that he could watch her expression when he entered her. He couldn’t get the picture out of his mind of how she’d looked when he had brought her to an orgasm earlier today - he wanted to see it again.
Roni tensed when she felt the head of his penis separating her feminine lips and preparing to plunge deep inside.
“W-wait….”
Darrell’s brows bunched together as he gritted his teeth. He was barely holding on. “What….?”
“You’ll have to go slow. It‘s been a while and you‘re so….” She glanced down at his size and bit her lip.
The frown on Darrell’s face relaxed into a smile. “It’ll fit.” The smile left his face as his eyes dipped down between her legs. His dick twitched as he remembered how snug she’d felt when her muscles clamped around his finger. “It’ll be a tight fit, but….”
He brought his eyes to her face as he prepared to enter her. Just as he felt the wetness against his tip again, the door opened.
“Oh, Roni, I forgot to tell you….” The rest of Bryan’s sentence silently hung in the air between the three of them. He stood glued to the spot with his mouth hanging open. Darrell’s glare was ferocious, and Roni looked as if she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
“Uh, sorry….” Bryan quickly turned around and walked out the door. Before he closed it, he reached back and turned the lock from the inside then pulled it to.
Roni felt Darrell looking down at her. “Where were we?”
“No!” She pushed a stunned Darrell back before hopping off the desk and pulling her skirt down. She looked at the ruined panties lying on the floor before turning around and covering her face with her hands. She was mortified, not only at what Bryan had seen when he walked in, but also at what she had been about to do.
“Roni…” Darrell stepped behind her and slid his arms around her waist.