My Anti-Valentine

by Danielle Allen

  Without waiting for a response, I leaned over and kissed the tip.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, running his fingers up and down my back.

  Opening my mouth wide, I swirled my tongue around the head before taking his shaft down my throat. I listened to him as I sucked hard and sloppily. I loved a vocal man and the way he kept talking to me was driving me crazy.

  “That’s it, baby.” He exhaled gruffly. “Suck that shit.”

  I worked my way down, taking as much of him as I could before I gagged on it. He growled so loudly that I did it again. He grabbed my hair by the root and eased my head down onto his dick. He stopped when he thought I couldn’t take anymore and tried to pull me off him. Instead, I opened up wider and my salivating mouth attempted to take in another inch.

  It was him who couldn’t take it.

  “Fuck, Alyssa,” he groaned, pulling me up.

  Our mouths crashed into one another and we kissed with reckless abandon. Straddling him, I placed a leg on either side of his thighs. He kneaded my breasts and his thumbs played with my nipples. He broke the kiss only to suck each hard nipple. When our lips connected again, his hands traveled from my breasts to my hips and then he grabbed my ass.

  I broke the kiss and looked down.

  His big dick, still slick with my saliva, looked so good. I reached down and lined him up so he was right against my pussy. When I met his gaze, I could see how bad he wanted me. His chest rose and fell quickly and from the sound of his rough breaths, his restraint was weakening.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I admitted just as I sank down on his swollen dick.

  With each inch, he filled me, stretched me. The sheer pleasure that erupted from my core consumed me. I grunted and struggled to keep my eyes open as I squeezed him deep inside of me.

  Emmanuel’s fingers dug into my ass and his head fell back against the couch cushion. “Fuck, Alyssa.” He let out a rough breath. When he lifted his head up, he held me in position, not allowing me to move. His fingers flexed against my ass. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I exhaled shakily and began lifting myself up and down in his lap. “Yes.”

  He grunted from deep inside his chest as I rode him. I felt every ridge and vein as I took every inch I could. My heart beat erratically, and my entire body felt like electricity was running through it.

  His hands were all over me and the burning desire I felt for him only intensified. When I started to pick up the pace, he put one hand on my hip while the other found my clit.

  “Oh. My. God.” It was hard to catch my breath. “Yes, baby. Yes. Emmanuel, yes.”

  He held my gaze as I rode him. Something about that added to the intensity and I felt him everywhere. Allowing the rhythm to build, he watched me grind down on him. I felt sexy and wanted which made me ride him harder as I moaned his name repeatedly.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped as he watched me. “Are you ready to come for me?”

  “Baby,” I murmured, my nails digging into his shoulders.

  “Is that a yes?” He voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you ready to come on my dick, my love?”

  My mind and body were being pushed to the limit and I couldn’t even answer the question.

  I bounced on him, making my ass clap against his thighs. He grabbed my hips tightly and started thrusting upward. His breathing was ragged as he continuously hit a spot so deep inside of me, I felt my third orgasm coming on.

  He leaned forward and suctioned his warm, wet mouth on my nipples as they jiggled in his face.

  “Emmanuel,” I whimpered, feeling myself about to come undone. “Baby…”

  “Say it again,” he grunted before increasing his speed. “Fuck, say it again.”

  “Emmanuel,” I moaned.

  “No, not that”—he exhaled sharply— “what were you calling me before?”

  “Baby…”

  “Yeah, that’s it. I like that.”

  “I like you,” I admitted breathlessly as I rolled my body.

  “Fuck,” he swore roughly, tightening his grip on me. “Say that shit again.”

  “I like you. I like you. I like you.”

  When our lips found each other again, we moaned in unison and I clenched tighter, causing him to groan loudly.

  “I’m going to make you love me,” he grunted against my mouth, as I started to shake.

  “Oh God,” I panted through frenzied kisses.

  “Come for me, Alyssa…let me feel you come on my dick.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “Shit, that’s it. That’s it. Fuck!”

  I no longer had control of my body.

  My head fell back in ecstasy, my toes curled, and I think I stopped breathing.

  Hearing his words, experiencing his knowledge of my body, and watching his desire pushed me over the edge.

  My pulsating body arched violently. Crying out, I tightened and convulsed around him. My orgasm spread throughout my body as I writhed above him.

  “I’m about to come.” His thrusts and his breathing were erratic. “Where do you want it?”

  “Inside me,” I cried breathlessly.

  “Fuck…” Deep guttural groans ricocheted throughout his house as he seemed to process what I was telling him.

  “Come inside my pussy, baby.” Leaning forward, I put my nipple against his open mouth. “Fill me up—oh God!”

  My plan was to tease him. But the new angle stimulated my sensitive clit and I started to spasm all over again, extending the mind-blowing pleasure that pulsed through me moments before.

  Seconds later, Emmanuel exploded inside of me, driving into my trembling body.

  It took a full minute before either of us spoke. I was completely exhausted and thoroughly satisfied as I remained in my slumped position on top of him. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight. His lips brushed my shoulder and neck. When I finally sat up, our eyes locked and I felt a rush of emotion.

  “Come here,” he whispered, bringing his face close to mine.

  Our lips brushed against each other softly. His hands moved over my back and when he deepened the kiss, my stomach quivered. It wasn’t the same as the lust-fueled kisses we’d shared all night. That kiss was different. He kissed me with reverence and with each pass of his tongue, I felt myself succumbing to feelings we hadn’t really talked about.

  Breaking the kiss, I dismounted him and stood up. “I should get cleaned up,” I told him, avoiding eye contact.

  “Are you okay?”

  I smiled, staring at the fire. “I’m better than okay. You were amazing, Manny. Hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  “So why won’t you look at me?”

  I forced my eyes to his. “What are you talking about? I’m looking at you.”

  He stood, cupping my face. “You’re not a good actress.” He planted a kiss against my lips. “You’re not… regretting what happened are you?”

  “No.” I put my hand on his chest. “God, no. It’s not that.”

  “Good. Because being with you is…” He let out a low whistle. “You are incredible.”

  Smiling, I squeezed my legs together as I felt the mixture of our juices trying to drip out of me.

  “So, what is it?” Emmanuel continued.

  I sighed, glancing at the fire before speaking. “I wasn’t pretending earlier. I mean, I was when we started. But… I don’t know. Sometime at the reception something changed for me. And I kept feeling like we were on the same page and then I didn’t know if it was just our plan working and…” I looked down and let out an embarrassed laugh. “I don’t know.”

  He tipped my chin upward and searched my face. “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, it was all fun and games until it wasn’t. It became real for me, but I had to keep my poker face—.”

  “Alyssa, what poker face? You are not that good of an actress and I know when you’re lying.” The corners of his mouth pulled up in amusement. “I knew there was something real
between us during the reception, too.”

  “What? Why didn’t you say something?”

  “The same reason you didn’t, I guess. But I wasn’t acting. Everything I said to you and to everyone we talked to, I meant. Every time I kissed you, I did it because I wanted to. Every time I touched you, I did it because I couldn’t help myself. The minute I realized that you were it for me, I didn’t give a damn what Nicole told everyone. I just stayed because I didn’t want the night to end. I didn’t want this”—he gestured between the two of us— “to end. And even when you kissed me back like that on the dance floor, I wasn’t completely sure you were ready to take it anywhere.”

  I stared into his eyes. “Okay, well when I said I liked you, I meant that I have real feelings for you.”

  He enveloped me in his arms and brought his face so close to mine that our noses were touching. “And when I told you that I was going to make you love me, I meant that I have real plans for you.”

  Butterflies fluttered in my belly. “So, what are we doing?”

  “We’re going to get cleaned up.” He brushed his lips against mine. “And then we’re going to get in bed”—he kissed me again— “watch the movie you wanted to watch”—another kiss— “and then I’m going to bend you over”—another kiss— “and make you come”—a longer kiss— “until I put you to sleep.”

  Grinning, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love this plan. Sounds perfect for tonight.”

  “And tomorrow, I’ll take you on a real date and we can talk about us.”

  “We’re an us now…” I nodded my approval. “I like that.”

  He tilted his head. “Ehhhh… no, not right now.”

  My brows furrowed and I made a face. “Say what?”

  “We’ll make it official in about an hour.”

  “Why would—” I stopped talking abruptly as soon as I realized what he was saying. It was that moment that I knew I had found the right man for me. “Aww, baby… so our anniversary isn’t on the fourteenth.”

  He smirked. “Today was damn near perfect with me as your anti-Valentine. And starting tomorrow, everything will be damn near perfect with me as your man.”

  Slowly I shook my head and stared at him in awe. “If you think saying stuff like that is going to get your dick sucked again, you are absolutely right.”

  He burst out laughing and I soon followed. When it died down, he put his hands in my fro. “This is why this is going to work.”

  “Because I’m hilarious?” I guessed.

  “Because we’re friends.”

  I nodded. “That was my second guess.” I pushed myself up on my toes and kissed him. “And I agree.”

  “Good. Now go get cleaned up. I’ll put this stuff away and then I’ll meet you in bed.”

  “Okay,” I replied, grabbing my clothes on my way to the stairs. Before I took the first step, I glanced over at him. “Baby?”

  He had the popcorn bowl and the bottle of vodka in his arms. Looking up, he grinned. “Yes, my love.”

  “Thank you for making today an amazing day.”

  He made an overdramatic face. “Is that your way of saying ‘Happy Valentine’s Day?’”

  I sucked my teeth. “And just like that, you talked yourself out of some head.”

  He laughed. “Nah, that’s not what I meant. You misunderstood what I said. What had happened was…”

  “Nope!” Waving him off, I marched up the steps.

  “Alyssa!” He called out just when I got to the top step.

  I couldn’t see him, but I stopped and looked in the direction of the living room. “Yeah?”

  “Thank you, too. I mean that.”

  “Happy Anti-Valentine’s Day,” I whispered with a smile.

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  Acknowledgments

  I love Alyssa and Emmanuel so much. It was such a light, fun way to cleanse my pallet after writing one of the most challenging and beautifully complicated pieces of fiction I’ve ever written. I needed Alyssa and Emmanuel and I am so excited to see if they have more of a story to tell. They came to me right on time.

  This was a RAW short story—a collaboration with Te Russ and Bailey West. They are both talented authors and I am blessed to call them friends in this industry.

  To my friends, family, colleagues, and readers, thank you for your continued support. Thank you for your love. Thank you for continuing to ride the ride with me.

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