by Mia Madison
“How could I forget?” He said. I blushed, and he reached out and caressed my cheek. “You are so beautiful, GiGi. You know that?”
“…I do,” I confessed. “But it means a lot coming from you.”
His eyes glittered with intrigue. “Why’s that?”
“I don’t mean to act… like a fangirl or anything, but you know.” I nodded my head. “You know exactly why. You’re every girl’s favorite athlete. You should hear how the girls at work gush over you whenever one of your commercials come on.”
Direct eye contact continued when he asked, “What do you say whenever one of my commercials come on?”
“Nothing. I don’t tell anyone that I know you, or any of the other clients my parents have.” I shrugged. “For most of the people I meet, it’s really none of their business. Name dropping is lame among those who are in the know.”
“Besides,” I insisted. “You’ve been involved for as long as I’ve known you. You’ve never been single or available until recently.”
“Are you single and available?”
His question gave me pause. I felt like I was on a date, not out to lunch with a man best described as my dad’s best friend and highest paying client.
“Do you think my boyfriend would allow me to work at Hooters?” I quipped, adding humor to the conversation.
Humor was always a great way to bring down the intensity of a conversation. It created an environment that was familiar, and allowed me to feel more in control. I felt emotionally exposed and naked under his watchful presence.
“That doesn’t answer the question, beautiful.” We appeared friendly enough to those in our environment, like two friends enjoying a meal. But the rumble in his voice, and the hint of lust in the way his eyes traveled my body, and the way he called me beautiful…
… They were all signs of a man in pursuit. Hot pursuit. And I was the white stag he was chasing.
I took a long, slow sip of my Sprite. “Yes, I’m single. And available.”
“Nobody’s caught your interest at school?”
I explained my perspective. Told him about my boyfriend freshman year, and how into him I was. How I wanted to stay with him and potentially work towards something until he decided that he couldn’t commit to someone during summer break. I knew the truth: most guys had summer flings, as did most girls.
You needed to be uncommitted in order to get away with your behavior. After such a tough year staying focused, school and work were my only priorities, even though my nights at Hooters made for some sexy and exciting opportunities to flirt.
“What about you?” I said. “Aside from the obvious… you’re one of the hottest eligible bachelors. Why aren’t you dating?”
Now it was his turn to shift and squirm.
“I just haven’t had the time.” He played with the paper wrapping from his straw, twisting and twirling it into a tight little rope on both ends, before knotting it. “And I’m not into the Hollywood scene. It’s hard to find a woman who wants to date me without looking for the benefit of fame, fortune, or a celebrity opportunity.”
I shook my head, and then nodded in agreement. “I can only imagine how tough it is. I’m glad I’m not a celebrity myself.”
“You’ve seen it… How things turned out with me and Danielle. She’s running around destroying my name in the media, attempting to paint this picture that I was cold and distant, when we all know the truth.”
“Which is?” I never knew.
“She cheated on me. Left me for a younger player because he was fond of the limelight.” His lip curled in disgust. “She always loved the idea of being a celebrity. I just never thought she would love that more than she ever loved me.”
The disdain on his face revealed how genuinely hurt he was. I reached out to him, touched his hand and drew it closer to me.
“She didn’t deserve you,” I offered. “And if it’s any consolation, they’re no longer together. He cheated on her. He’s expecting twins with Melanie Andrews.”
His head jerked back. “The celebrity chef with the cooking show on the Food Network?” I nodded my head, biting my lip with joy over the “good” news. “She’s been single for a while, and doing what she can to make a name for herself on the back of this heartbreak.”
“Figures.” He snorted, and shook his head. We didn’t get to finish the conversation because our food came, and we were too hungry to continue talking.
16
Zane
Before I’d known it, the day had passed. Just like that. I was normally someone who kept a tight schedule. Keeping a grip on my time allowed me to manage my people tolerance.
Yet here I was, letting the rest of my itinerary slip by. All because of this beautiful girl with dusky skin, pouty lips, and pretty brown eyes. She was just the spice I needed in my life.
I marveled in her as we ate. She was famished, and ate with her elbows on the table. Her sense of personal composure was the only thing that kept her from downing each piece like bites of a sloppy Joe.
We were in the middle of Los Angeles, where anyone could see us, yet we had the most refreshing sense of intimacy. Other women would have taken time to draw attention to themselves; I’d experienced it on so many occasions.
All GiGi wanted to do was eat, and figure out a way to get her car. She was a natural beauty that stood out, even when she was deliberately casual and low key.
After completing our meals, I paid and we made our way to the car. Frustration had melted away; she seemed satisfied and in a better mood, yet highly contemplative.
I slipped her hand in mine, remembering how much I enjoyed the feel of it from earlier. She didn’t hesitate to curl her fingers and clasp me. I felt like a guy in high school, finally getting a date with the hot cheerleader he’d dreamed of. “What’s on your mind, babe?”
“Nothing,” she said. “Just thinking.”
“About?” I knew the answer. I just wanted the confirmation. I wanted her to express her thoughts, because unlike most women I dated, she had something to say, something worth listening to. And she didn’t have any agendas when she spoke candidly with me.
“Obviously, I’m thinking about the car. I have the money - again, thank you - but now I have to find another car in the next few couple of days. I don’t know if I trust myself to make the right decision. What if I mess up again?”
I raised her hands to my lips and kissed her soft skin again. I wondered how much softer she was in other places.
“You won’t mess up again.” I caressed the top of her hand with my thumb. “I’ll help you.”
“That’s another thing,” she spoke slowly. “We’re flirting. We have chemistry. We obviously like teasing each other. But what if we take it too far?”
Silence filled the air. My thoughts were both rational and irrational. I wanted to be mature, pull back, and tell her that we could call off our tease and be professional. But the truth was, she was the most exciting, alluring, magnetic creature I’d come across.
I’d probably hate myself if I let this once in a lifetime opportunity - the opportunity to flirt with her while under my roof - pass before she went back to school and got snagged by a junior or senior student that knew he’d be an idiot not to take her.
“One day at a time love.” I adjusted my tone, reflecting serious respect for her concerns. “You’ve been teasing me from the moment I walked back into your home yesterday. You’ve teased me all day.”
“Hell,” I growled, looking at her, and down at those breasts, before looking her square in those doe-like eyes. “You’re teasing me right now.”
She protested my words, but I could see I’d been turning her on all the same. Her nipples hardened and blush rose through her cheeks as she argued against what I’d said. I bit my lip and laughed when I noticed those large nipples poke through her top. “Pink Starbursts.”
“What?”
“I bet your nipples taste like pink Starbursts.”
She gasped, subconscio
usly reaching for her breasts with both hands, looking down to realize they were indeed hard.
“This is so not fair. It’s because the AC is on.”
“You afraid of a little competition?” I pushed, remembering our friendly wager earlier. “I thought you were game on?”
Her eyes narrowed in recognition. She shook her head and smiled. Her lips glistened with a fresh coat of gloss, her expression caked with sensuality and amusement as she registered that she’d been pulled back into our competition.
“Oh, so it’s like that?” She said. I simply winked in return. And then she pushed the stakes even higher.
17
GiGi
Zane thought he would be putting me on the spot by pointing out my hard nips. I knew they were hard; I could feel them prickle as I spoke. But they had nothing on the wetness between my legs, which was going to have me stickier than a pot of honey.
We were driving on a road that was pretty light on traffic, and I was feeling the vibe too much not to be a little daring.
So when he pulled my bluff, I had something for him. I reclined my seat, looked in his direction, and slid my hand up my shirt to pleasure myself. Both my large breasts were cradled in my hands as I arched my back and played with their sensitive nipples.
“You wanna play?” I moaned. “Because I can definitely play this game.” My back arched as I closed my eyes and squeezed my nipples between my fingers.
He didn’t know quite yet, but my nipples were one of the most sensitive parts of my body. I’d almost brought myself to orgasm multiple times just from the stimulation alone.
Minutes ago, I was concerned that we would be taking our time together too far. Now, I didn’t give a fuck. We were two grown adults enjoying the moment. And this moment demanded his full attention.
He wanted to challenge me? He’d get everything he came for, and even more.
Zane cursed. I internalized my amusement, biting my lip and moaning as I succumbed to the pleasure of my own touch. His eyes moved back and forth from the road to my body, watching intensely in small spurts.
“You are such a fucking tease,” he growled.
Eyeing the growing bulge in his pants, I whispered. “Oh, daddy, I know.” I unclasped my bra, slid the straps down, and tossed it in the backseat. “Ahh, freedom.”
Zane looked in disbelief, gripped his cock through his pants, and leaned forward. “You’re in so much trouble.”
We weren’t far from the house at this point. It was growing dusky. I bounced my tits up and down under my shirt, teasing him mercilessly. He groaned in desire; I’m not sure he was fully aware of how easily he’d given himself away.
I knew he was a breast man; I could see it in his eyes. They were focused, nearly glued to my tits whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. He was a shameless breast lover at that. I was taking full advantage.
By the time we pulled on the road taking us to his home, Zane’s cock looked hard enough to rip through his pants. He’d deliberately avoided looking at me for the past five minutes, despite my taunts, but that only made me more determined to get his attention.
“This doesn’t look like my house,” I protested. I kept my tone playful; I had known fully well he had no plans of taking me directly home over fifteen minutes ago, when we drove past the turning road to lead me there.
He turned into his driveway, smoothly and wordlessly. Turning the car off, he unbuckled the seat belt and shifted in my direction.
“What was that shit you were doing back there?” He grabbed unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbed me by the waist, and kissed me.
How do I even begin to describe our first kiss? It was amazing. His lips were passionate and aggressive. They locked into mine and set my soul on fire. It was like in the movies, when time stops and everything moves in slow motion around you. I had no idea what I’d been missing.
…Until his lips touched mine.
“Your lips taste like strawberries.” His lips caressed my ear. He grazed them with his teeth. “Are those pretty nipples sweet like strawberries too?”
Determined not to let him get the best of me, I lifted my shirt, exposing two soft, round tanned titties with deep pink nipples.
“Only one way to find out.” I palmed the top of his head, directing him to see for himself. Guttural groans of pleasure were trapped from escaping his lips; they were too busy wrapped around my left, and then my right, nipple.
With my free hand, I slid my fingers into my panties and felt the hot slickness awaiting me. I had melted into a pot of honey, and my fingers slipped and slid everywhere.
“Yes.” I moaned encouragements as he lavished attention on my breasts. He sucked each nipple delicately, savoring each like a cherry atop a milkshake.
Groaning in release, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. My mouth watered as I watched him stroke what appeared to be over 8 inches of dick.
“Zaaaaayum Zaaaaddy,” I purred. My hand found it, and gripped at the thick base. “I didn’t know you were packing like that,” I admired. He blushed slightly and brought his attention back to my lips.
Zane’s cock was even in color, with a thick mushroom tip accented with a long piss slit. As I stroked it in my hands, he continued to suck on me, placing kisses up and down my neck. He thumbed my breasts gently, directing me to continue stroking his thick, veiny cock.
“God, that feels so good,” he grunted. “Hold up.” He froze and pushed my hand off his cock. “I’m can’t let you make me cum so easily. He motioned for me to get out. “Let’s go inside.”
Pulling my shirt down, I felt the female equivalent of blue balls. I decided against taking anything in the house with me; I didn’t need it. As we made our way toward the door, I decided to be a little more daring.
“Zaaaane,” I purred. I made direct eye contact with him as I took off my top, and slid my pants down and off, stepping out of them. I stood there in my panties and sandals, looking like a scene from a softcore skin flick.
“Dammit, babygirl.” His eyes traveled up and down my tight, toned body. “You are a walking fucking masterpiece.”
He opened the door and looked around. “Get inside before someone sees your fine ass. You’re for my eyes only.” I yipped lightly when he slapped my bare ass as I attempted to remain calm sauntering past him.
Closing the door, he lifted me in his arms and hoisted me over his shoulder. “You wanna tease people? You want to act up and taunt me with that sweet ass and delicious nipples?”
Tossed over his shoulder, all I could do was writhe and moan. He smelled mysterious and manly; the light addition of his sweat added a potency that simply made his scent even more addictive.
He brought me into the kitchen and laid me on the island. “Time for dessert.” Spreading my legs, he leaned over the counter, and pushed them up and apart, giving him a full view of my pussy lips.
18
Zane
GiGi’s pussy looked wet and delicious. I just knew it’d only take a few laps to have her creaming everywhere.
We’d spent the past nine hours dancing across each other’s chemistry, high sensitive and extremely responsive to our attraction of one another.
My cock wanted to plunge deep inside of her, express with thrusts my passion for her, but I couldn’t shove myself into her. Her body was literally begging me to take her, but I needed to take my time.
I looked into her brown eyes, darkened with lust. I licked my lips, told her how juicy her pussy looked. “You might have won this battle, but you have not won the war.”
My lips spread against her, allowing my tongue easy access to the plump clit peeking from her lips, begging for attention. She immediately started writhing and crying out for mercy. I growled when she moved, slapping her thighs and commanding her to stay still.
I knew my skillful pussy eating skills would sent jolts of pleasure through her body. I wanted to communicate to her with body language, let her know that none of the boys on her campus could ever work her pussy up like
this.
Gigi surrendered into full-blown appreciation and participation of my ravishment. As I laved her pink pearl and tasted all that sweet nectar between her legs, she reached down and began holding my head in place.
“Dayum,” she cried out. “Zane… oh god, Zane.”
“Call me that other name.” I commanded. My cock was rock hard as she worked herself on my chin and I slurped her juices. “Call me Zaddy.”
“Oh, gosh. Fuck… Zaddy. Zaddy you feel so good. Zayum Zaddy, you feel so good.” The frantic desperation for her to reach orgasm, coupled with the sexy rasp of her voice, made an otherwise weird term sound wickedly erotic.
“Good girl.” Nobody had ever called me that. And nobody ever will. That was her name, for me. And me alone.
I could feel her groan as she felt my beard tickle against her lips and taint. She began squirming and panting as I dug my chin in deeper, eager to make the friction add to her abandon.
My arms wrapped themselves around her thighs while my lips locked around her sex and tasted her sweetness. She smelled and tasted so good. Her flavor was intoxicating.
It wasn’t long before GiGi climaxed. As she came, her legs trembled uncontrollably. She moaned with wild abandon.
“Oooooooh my god!” she screamed. “Ooooh, Zaddy I’m cumming. Zaddy, I’m cumming!”
She tried feverishly to push my head away, but I grunted, “Unt uh,” and locked her thighs in a vise grip. I shoved his tongue deep into her pussy.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably as I lapped her up. She cursed. She screamed. She wailed. She begged. She pleaded. And I made her cum. And cum. And cum again.
I don’t think she knew the beast she’d awakened in me. Despite the easy access I had to women of all kinds, I hadn’t touched a woman in the longest time. Nobody triggered my interest, until now.