I could tell the information took her by surprise. When people saw me and the youthful looking Black man, they didn’t automatically assume our father-son relationship.
“You look surprised,” I pointed out.
Something changed in her eyes and I could almost see the wheels turning in her mind.
She studied me. “I am…”
“Well, there’s a lot of stuff you don’t know about me,” I countered, taking a step toward her.
“So, you’re the son who volunteers his DJing services for nonprofits?”
I stilled for a moment. That wasn’t where I thought the conversation was going. “Why would Pop tell you about that? And when?”
“My uncle asked if I’d volunteer to look over the finances of Helping Hands and Mister Lawrence was the main contractor for the expansion. There wasn’t enough money so…”
“The benefit,” I finished her sentence. I started to say something else, but then I did a doubletake. “Wait? You were there?”
“No.” A smile played on her lips. “But I helped with the budgeting for the benefit.”
“Wow.” I was impressed. “It turned out nice. They raised a shitload of money.”
“I know. They sent an email thanking me.”
“Well, well, well… The lovely Jamila Lee climbed down the corporate ladder to give back.”
“You don’t know where I work.”
“I know you’re an executive somewhere.”
“I didn’t tell you that.” She narrowed her eyes and there was a hint of a smile creasing her lips. “You’ve been asking around about me?”
“I just know things.”
“I also know things. I know you are hardly ever seen with the same woman twice. I know you flirt with everyone and have no plans to settle down. I know you run game like it’s your full-time job.” She smirked.
I laughed to myself. “That’s not entirely true.”
“Oh?”
“I can dispute all of those claims right now with a simple no. Or…”
She was quiet for a moment. Crossing her arms over her chest, she eyed me. “Or what?”
“Or you can join me at the bar so we can talk more.”
She pointed at me. “You’re still not my type.”
“I respect that.” I offered her my arm. “Now let me get you a drink and we can find some place to talk.”
“Hmm.” Looking at me skeptically, she looped her arm with mine. “You’re an interesting character, Bradley Simon.”
“I am,” I confirmed as we walked out of the ballroom to the hotel bar located down the hall. “And it’s taken you this long to realize that because you were too busy clowning me in front of everybody at the rehearsal.”
An amused sound escaped her perfect lips. “I don’t respond well to game.”
“I wasn’t running game on you,” I argued.
She frowned. “Mm hm.”
I ordered, grabbed two glasses of champagne from the server and sat them on a little table tucked in the corner. “One thing about me is that I’m honest. You can ask me anything.” I pulled her chair out for her before taking my own seat. “I’ll answer anything.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Anything?”
“Yes. But if you ask, you have to be willing to answer the same question.”
“Okay, why are you known for having a new woman every time someone sees you?”
Looking her in her eyes, I gave her the truth. “So, no one catches feelings. Limit the time you spend with someone, you limit the opportunity for feelings to develop. No one gets hurt.”
“So, you’ve never been in a relationship.”
I hesitated for only a moment, but something in her eyes propelled me forward. “There was one woman, Sophia. We gave it a shot and it didn’t work out.”
“Why didn’t it work out?”
“She didn’t trust me.”
“And are you trustworthy?”
“I am. And I always do what I say I’m going to do. But when your reputation precedes you…” I shrugged.
She sat back in her chair, silently assessing me.
I ran a hand through my hair wanting to dig into her past like she made me dig into mine. “Why are you single?”
“Oh, I just got out of a relationship a few weeks ago,” she answered. “He wanted things that I didn’t, so we ended.”
Jamila and I sat in that corner and talked, asking each other personal questions. It may have started as a way to fuck with each other, but we got into it. There wasn’t the pressure to impress her because she made it clear nothing was going to happen. So, it was easy to talk to her and I felt like I’d known her for a long time. Even though I saw people leaving and then someone cleaning up the bar area, I got caught up in our conversation and lost track of time again.
“We’re closing this part of the hotel down, but you can relocate to the lobby if you’d wish to continue,” the bartender informed us.
I looked at my watch. “It’s already midnight.”
“Oh wow.” She sipped her drink and gave me a look. “I’m not tired. Are you?”
“I’m not.”
She stood, reminding me of how sexy she was. My eyes pinged her body before returning to her face.
“Then follow me… I know the perfect place we could continue our conversation.”
I gulped the last drop of my whiskey before following Jamila to the elevator bank. I watched her as she talked to a family member. It was as if we didn’t know each other as we walked into the semi-crowded car. I was on one side and she was on the other. On the fourth floor, two people exited. On the sixth floor, the last three people left. And then it was just the two of us.
“We’re going to the roof?” I wondered when the door opened on the top floor.
“No.” She strolled out without another word.
I was confused, but I still followed her. My eyes were glued to her ass and I would’ve followed that ass anywhere. When she stopped, I looked up quickly.
Her room?
She pulled out her key and pushed the door open. “I figure we can drink and talk here.”
“Are all the bridesmaids on this floor?” I looked around the room before sitting on the couch. “Because our rooms are small as hell compared to this.”
“I got this room because I arranged for massages for the other ladies,” Jamila explained. She connected her phone to the charger and then a few seconds later, music started to play.
I nodded to the beat. “I love this song.”
“I’ve never heard it. I put it on an R&B mix.” She grabbed two glasses and a bottle of champagne before she joined me on the couch. “I have leftover champagne from the mimosas.”
“Let me help you with that.” I took the bottle and poured it into the glasses. I handed it to her. “For you.”
“Thank you.” She took a sip. “And this is a nice song.”
“You can tell a lot about a person from what they listen to,” I told her.
“I agree with that.”
Everything was easy with her and the vibe was chill. We talked music for a while until a song she loved came on.
“This! This right here is so me,” she stated before moving her body.
I stood and then extended my hand to her. “Dance with me?”
“What?” she laughed, gazing up at me. “Are you drunk?”
“No.” I stepped closer, checking out her eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“No. It takes more than champagne to get me drunk. I’m in full control of my decision making.” She put her hand in mine and allowed me to pull her to her feet. “And that’s how I know this is a bad decision.”
There were a few inches between us as we danced. The song was one of my favorites, so I was prepared for the beat to slow. I wasn’t prepared for her to turn, winding her hips in a circle. Her perfect ass was grinding on my dick and I couldn’t help getting hard.
Something changed.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want her from th
e moment I met her, but once we started talking, I realized how cool she was. And she repeatedly said I wasn’t her type. But the way she was moving, the way she kept looking at me, I felt the energy in the room shift.
“Jamila,” I warned.
The beat picked back up and she spun around. “Bradley?”
When I pulled her into me, I breathed her in. We moved in sync to the music and I held her close. I buried my nose in her hair and she tightened her arms around me. I rubbed her back, feeling the fabric, wishing it were her skin. When the song ended, she grabbed the back of my shirt and looked up at me.
“I want to change. Will you help me with my dress?” Jamila asked.
I stared into her eyes and there was a yearning in them.
Is it the alcohol in my system or is she trying to make a move?
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”
She turned and walked into the suite’s bedroom. I was a few steps behind her, unsure of what was happening, but knowing I would do whatever she wanted me to do.
She turned around so her back was to me. Moving her hair out of the way, she peered over her shoulder at me. “I need you to unzip me, please.”
Unhurriedly, I unzipped her dress to the center of her back. “To here?”
“I want you to take it all the way.”
My dick was straining as her words rolled around in my head. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Jamila.”
When the zipper was down, she turned to face me. With our eyes locked, she pushed the dress from her shoulders and over her rounded hips. The sound of the fabric pooling at her feet forced me to break eye contact and take her all in. She was wearing a black strapless bra and the skimpiest pair of panties I’d ever seen.
Jamila Lee was everything I ever craved in one body.
“Wow,” I exhaled audibly.
“I’d like your help with something else…”
She took off her bra and my jaw dropped.
“Wh-whatever you need, whatever you want,” I whispered distractedly.
She hooked her fingers in her G-string, peeled it off her beautiful body and then stepped out of it. “I need to be fucked and I want you to fuck me.”
All the air left my lungs. Did she say what I think she said?
Looking to clarify, I could only muster a question in the form of a sound. “Hm?”
She maintained eye contact as she stepped toward me. “I said I want you to fuck me.”
“Is this the alcohol talking or the wedding talking?” I clasped my hands in front of my crotch to hide the fact that my dick was threatening to break my zipper.
“This is me talking.” She moved my hands out of the way. “You spent all weekend looking at me like you wanted a chance, and now I’m giving it to you.”
“I’ve been drinking,” I told her softly as her hand grazed my dick. “And if you’ve had too much to drink, I wouldn’t want you to make a decision you aren’t fully sure about.”
“Unlike what the groomsmen do during weddings, bridesmaids work. I’ve been on bride duty. I had my first drink when we were together.” She shook her head. “I’m not drunk. I’m not even that tipsy. I’m horny. And you’re here. And you’re sexy. And I’m willing to bet you know how to fuck. So, either you want me or you—”
Before she could finish the sentence, I grabbed her face and crashed my lips into hers. I kissed her hard, smothering any doubt in her mind that I didn’t want her.
Moaning, she gripped my shirt and pulled me even closer. I tried to rein myself in but when her tongue touched mine, I kissed her deeper. When I felt my body reacting, I slowed down. I let one hand get tangled in her thick, coarse hair and allowed the other to sweep down the softest skin I’d ever felt. I broke the kiss and the sexy little whimper she let out as I pulled away made my dick twitch. I trailed my lips across her cheek and down her neck until I got to her collarbone. She moaned loudly and my dick twitched.
“Take this off,” she murmured as she started to unbutton my shirt.
As I stripped, she went to a bag and grabbed some condoms. When she turned around, she stopped. “Oh, this will do just fine,” she said appreciatively. When her eyes met mine again, she licked her lips. “I see why you keep the women in a tizzy.”
I smirked. “The only woman I want in a tizzy is you.”
She climbed on the bed. “Don’t try to run game on me, Bradley.” She sprawled out in the middle of the king-sized bed. “You’re going to ruin it.”
Fuck…
Just seeing her stretched out on her back like that put me on edge. I hadn’t even touched her yet and I felt like I was high off her.
“I’m not running game on you,” I uttered when I joined her on the bed. I positioned myself beside her and searched her face. “Everything I’ve said to you tonight has been the truth. No game.” I kissed her before she could argue with me. I let my fingers coast down her body. “I’ve been more myself with you than I’ve been with anyone I’ve been with.”
Goosebumps covered her skin, and a contented sigh escaped her lips. “Why do you think that is?” she murmured.
Flattening my hand against her belly, I let my fingers flutter over her smooth skin until I reached the apex of her thighs.
“Because you demanded more of me,” I answered softly. With her legs spread wide, it was easy access. Sliding my finger along her slit, I toyed with her clit, making her moan. “And just being around you makes me want to give you more.”
“That feels good,” she panted.
“All I want to do is make you feel good,” I whispered, spreading her wetness around as I rubbed her rhythmically. My dick pressed firmly into her hip as I parted her lips, slipping my finger inside of her. “So, believe me, I only want to play with your body.”
Her body stiffened as she let out a sexy noise that was part gasp and part moan. “Bradley.” Rolling her hips, she met my hand as I moved in and out of her. “Yes…”
God, that’s sexy.
My heart was pounding in my chest and my dick throbbed.
“Listen to how wet your pussy is,” I growled, kissing my way to her ear. I added a second finger. “I want to feel you come on my dick… but I also want to taste you come on my tongue. Decisions, decisions…”
She kissed me sloppily. “Yes, please…”
“Tell me which one you want more.”
“I want your dick,” she panted, rolling me onto my back.
“It’s yours,” I groaned. She stroked me a couple of times before she put the condom on me. “It’s fucking yours.”
She straddled me in one fluid motion and leaned forward. I wasted no time sucking on her nipples while cupping her ass.
She moaned loudly and I committed the sound to memory.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I gushed as she sat up.
My gut twisted with desire and the anticipation of our bodies connecting made me shiver. I ran my hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, before gripping her hips.
She lifted herself up and then sank down on my dick. I groaned loudly as she took each inch of me into her. She rotated her hips, allowing me to fill her completely. I dug my fingers into her skin as I felt how tight she was.
“Mmm,” she moaned, letting her head fall back.
Running my hands over her hips and thighs, my breathing became increasingly labored as the seconds ticked by. Just feeling her around me was intense.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I inhaled sharply. “And tight.”
Jamila lifted her head and our eyes connected. I knew right then and there she was going to take my soul.
She leaned down to kiss me. Her soft lips met mine and before she had a chance to pull away, my hand grasped her hair and brought her back to me. Our tongues touched and I twisted my fingers into her soft curls. We kissed each other hungrily and I instinctively lifted my hips.
“Shit,” she swore wantonly. Pushing herself up, she started riding me. “It feels so good.”
Letting the tempo build, I
watched her work herself on me. Each time she bounced on my dick, her breasts would jiggle deliciously. My hands moved all over her body, unable to get enough. The lustful moans that came out of her mouth did something to me. I tried to restrain myself.
As she lifted herself up and down on my lap, I grabbed her ass, grinding our bodies together. My fingers flexed against her skin as we gyrated against each other. With her head tilted back and her eyes shut, I could see my effect on her.
“Oh, God, yes,” Jamila gasped before I felt her constricting and convulsing around my dick.
Without withdrawing myself, I flipped her over so that I was on top. With long, deep strokes, I could hear her wetness each time I pounded into her. She rotated her hips, meeting each of my thrusts as her moans became louder.
"Your pussy feels so good," I grunted.
She locked her legs around my waist and called out my name. The desperation in her voice weakened me and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
When her breathing changed, I knew she was close. Using my thumb to stroke her clit, I felt her tighten around me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted in short, gasping breaths as she writhed beneath me.
Watching and feeling her come undone, my body gave in to my own climax. Groaning, I increased my speed until my body became rigid. With a growl, I came hard.
Collapsing beside her, heavy breathing filled the room. We sprawled across the bed in sated silence.
My heart was racing, and it took me a second to realize I was still caressing her body. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I didn’t know what time it was, but I needed us to go at it again.
And again and again and a-fucking-gain.
“That was everything I needed and more,” Jamila admitted breathlessly, breaking the satiated silence.
“Listen…” I rolled onto my side. “I almost came the minute I got inside you.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me. “I’m glad you didn’t. I needed every single one of those strokes.”
“Besides the fact that making you come was my top priority, I know you well enough to know that you would’ve called me a minute man to my face if I didn’t come correct.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Jamila laughed lightly, the rare sound filling me with pride. “I’m glad you showed up and showed out.”
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