by Peyton Banks
“That’s not it at all, Kerenza.”
Oden stepped forward, simultaneously reaching for me. I moved out of his reach.
“I’m going to go start putting the food away.”
Without waiting for a reply, I speed-walked out of the dining room, shaking my head to myself. I just didn’t get it. Oden was saying all the right things and putting out all the right signals, but how many times did I have to throw myself at him before I started to look desperate?
Sighing, I went to the sink and started washing up the dishes in it.
10
Oden
Secrets.
A word that most, if not all women despised. Kerenza was one of those women, she’d made that clear during dinner. And because of that, I’d found myself in an awkward position for the rest of the night.
Kerenza was giving off all the signs a woman threw out when she wanted a man to know she was ready to go to bed with him. There wasn’t a thing on earth I wanted to do besides lay her down and worship her body. Not a thing.
But I was harboring a secret…of sorts; the fact that I’d been admiring Kerenza from afar and had found my way to her city, to her job, and into her life.
A small, very small, part of me was conflicted about sleeping with her when she wasn’t aware of this. So I decided to hold off. After she’d stormed out of the dining room, I followed her into the kitchen and attempted to help her wash the dishes and put the food away, but her wall was up, and she shut me down, telling me she’d talk to me tomorrow.
Never one to overstay my welcome, I left. Now here I was, driving through her neighborhood, trying to find my way back to the highway that would take me to my hotel.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, taking out all my frustration on it. To add to it, I was lost. My phone was dead so I couldn’t even use the GPS to find my way back to Oakland.
The indecision about holding off on sleeping with Kerenza, or telling her everything was driving me mad. Being lost, both literally and figuratively, was a foreign thing for me, a man who was accustomed to being in control of everything around him.
Internally, I made a snap decision, then I made a sharp right turn which took me back in the direction of Kerenza’s house. Funny how I couldn’t seem to remember how to get to the highway, but I easily found my way back to her house. It was as if I was being pulled there.
Parking haphazardly, I shut the car off and jumped out. The porch light was still on, an indication that Kerenza hadn’t yet gone to bed. My heart raced as I rang the doorbell. Thirty unbearable seconds ticked by before the door swung open.
Kerenza’s curvy frame filled the doorway. The front of her thin top dress was soaked from doing the dishes. Dark areolas were visibly through the damp material.
“Oden?” Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. “What are you doing he—”
I rushed forward and kissed her, cutting off whatever else she’d been about to say.
My hands enjoyed an all-access pass to her body, running down her back and settling on her ass. Originally, I’d wanted to be more considerate, ask her permission before I touched her. But I just couldn’t help myself. Besides, the way she was kissing me back, and pressing her body against mine, that was all the confirmation I needed.
She wrapped one of her legs around my waist, so I bent slightly and picked her up. No sense in my woman being uncomfortable or in an awkward position when I could take care of it for her.
“Up…upstairs,” she gasped between kisses.
I quickly carried her up the steps, shouldering her weight with ease. For all her curves, she barely felt like she weighed a hundred pounds.
Kerenza was too busy grinding her body against mine to give me directions on how to find her bedroom. Going off pure instinct and raging hormones, I made a left at the top of the stairs and walked down a short hallway. Luck was on my side, because it led me to the open door of her bedroom.
I wanted the first time we slept together to be slow, passionate, and meaningful, but all of that had went out the window the minute she opened that door for me, with her nipples on display.
Quickly, but carefully, I laid Kerenza down on her bed. Taking a step back, I removed my shirt, then started on my pants. Kerenza propped herself up by the elbows to watch.
I smirked.
It was a bit of a struggle to get out of my boxer briefs with my dick at attention, but then I was fully naked. A pink tongue darted out of Kerenza’s mouth as she licked her lips, and that was all it took. I stalked toward her with a determination I hoped didn’t frighten her. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I was going to ravish her.
She parted her legs for me, allowing me to slide in between them and gently rest on top of her without baring my full body weight down on her. I kissed her, easing my tongue into her mouth, reminding her just what I could do with my mouth.
She threw herself into the kiss, matching my intensity pound for pound.
I loved her aggression. It came and went, but no matter what, she always deferred to me, giving me the reigns to take the lead. I didn’t even think she was aware that she’d been submitting to her alpha all this time.
Now it was time to seal the deal so that when she did realize it, she would be comfortable in her role—her chosen role.
I helped her out of her clothes, and then I was inside her. She was tight, so tight my dick was in a chokehold, and as a result, so was I. I couldn’t breathe for several seconds. Then, then it felt too good not to move. If I was going to suffocate to death, I might as well make it good.
I stroked her long and deep, applying minimal pressure. It was all about the build-up with a woman. That was the difference between a boy and a man. There would be no humping away like a mindless animal. No, I was going to savor this pussy.
Kerenza’s moans sounded just as erotic and sexy as they had in my fantasies these past few months. I was surprised to hear my own moans filling the air. Normally, I wasn’t a moaner during sex.
The wetness intensified, drenching my dick in an endless pool of pleasure.
“Yes,” she hissed again and again while clawing at my back with her nails.
She was already tight, so when the walls of her vagina constricted, a sign that she was about to come, I grunted and doubled my pace. Slick, squelching sounds filled the room as I plunged in and out of the wettest place on earth.
“Oh, gawd,” she cried, her voice taking on a high note. “Oh, gaaaaaawd.”
Her entire body convulsed beneath me as she bit her bottom lip and came apart at the seams. I kept stroking, enjoying my up close and personal view of Kerenza’s orgasm.
It went on and on for a full seventy seconds—I counted.
I’d nearly come a time or two myself, watching her, but I was experienced enough to hold it back. I didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, so when I finally did come, it was going to be twice as intense.
Suddenly, one of her hands shot out, pushing at my chest. She was telling me to stop, which I quickly tried to do, only for Kerenza to wrap her legs around my ass and lock me in place inside of her.
Our eyes met.
“Do that again,” she ordered breathlessly.
I knew exactly what ‘that’ she was thinking of.
“Baby, I’m going to do that all night.”
I shifted us into a new position and set to work. It was going to be a full night of bringing Kerenza to the brink of ecstasy and watching her tumble over the edge of it again and again.
11
Kerenza
Things with Oden were going amazing. I loved that I was able to work with him for forty hours a week and be perfectly professional, then spend my nights and weekends doing the dirtiest things with him. My high sex drive was being matched orgasm for orgasm, and I was fucking loving it.
Beyond the sex, though, I really liked Oden. His mind, for starters, was brilliant. Seeing him come up with a campaign concept, then work tirelessly to bring it together was awe-inspiring. And now it was final
ly time for me and the other Underthingz models to do our part.
“Addy, are you packed yet?” I asked, adding creamer to my coffee in the ULC cafeteria.
She shook her head, causing her long, shiny mane of black hair to sway.
“You know I’m always last minute.”
I blew on my coffee and took a tentative sip. It was a Monday morning, so I was naturally dragging. Also, I’d been up having sex with Oden until the wee hours of the morning, so there was that.
“Girl, get it together! We fly out for Miami tonight,” I reminded her.
Isobel and Maya walked into the kitchen at that exact moment.
“I, for one, cannot wait to spend the next six days in Miami,” Maya said, jumping right in.
Me and Addy both enthusiastically agreed. Isobel, on the other hand, made a sour face.
“I would have thought our famous new marketing director would have chosen some place more glamorous. Like Jamaica or Ibiza.”
I turned my head, rolling my eyes and taking another sip of coffee. I was working on too little sleep to deal with my high maintenance co-worker’s shenanigans today.
“Oh, stop complaining,” Maya admonished. “It’s an all-expense paid trip, and it’s not like we’ll be working the entire time!”
She and Addy high-fived before diving into a conversation about partying at the hottest clubs in Miami. I half-listened, but really, I was imagining Oden fucking me on the beach. I could almost feel the hard, yet soft sand digging into my skin as he thrust in and out of me.
“And what are you smiling about?” Isobel’s annoying, slightly whiny voice said, pulling me out of my daydream.
I blinked, shocked to find Isobel’s willowy body now standing right in front of me.
“Oh, nothing. Just super excited about headlining the ‘Maybae’ campaign.”
I knew this was a sore topic for Isobel, but I didn’t care. Maybe next time she would let me stand here and daydream in peace.
“Humph,” she said, before turning and stalking off.
I watched her retreat, shaking my head wryly. She was jealous of me heading up a campaign, but if she only knew I was fucking and sucking the man she repeatedly made a fool out of herself over, she would turn green with envy. And we know how much she disliked the color green on herself.
The flight from Pittsburgh to Miami was just under three hours. Only necessary staff from ULC were allowed to go, due to financial constraints. So that meant it would be Oden, myself, my three fellow models, and one of the senior administrative assistants, who would be Oden’s right-hand while down here.
Hair, makeup, photographers, the whole shebang, had been outsourced to those local in Miami. Oden had told me doing it this way was more cost efficient for the company than flying our own down. We’d be using the full in-house team for the June campaign, though, which we would start working on next week when we got back to Pittsburgh.
Our coach seats were all in the same two rows. Maya, me and Oden sat behind the row where Isobel, Adhira, and Wanda were seated.
Thirty minutes into the flight, Maya, in the window seat, was knocked out. I smiled at her light snores, nudging Oden and pointing at her. He cracked a small smile before going back to his phone. He was in super work mode, sending a million emails and going over the set layouts neurotically. It was fine by me because I knew that, come tonight, I would be, well, coming.
Relaxing against the seat, I pulled the blanket up around my shoulders and let my eyes drift shut. I wasn’t all the way asleep when I felt a hand creeping up my bare thigh. My eyes shot open, and I swiftly looked around, finding a pair of black eyes pinned on me.
Neither of us spoke as his hand continued its ascent up my leg. Under my skirt it went, and then he was stroking me in my most intimate place.
My eyes darted around the cabin. Not only was there a blanket over me, but nearly everyone on the plane was asleep or focused on their phones. That assuaged any worries I had. I relaxed and discreetly parted my legs so Oden could have better access.
Immediately, his fingers slipped under my panties, the pad of his thumb settling on my clit. Sparks shot through my pelvis when he began rubbing circles on it. I loved that he always seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to use. Some men smashed your clit like they were trying to win the prize in a game of Whack-A-Mole.
I grew wetter with every stroke of my clit, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning out loud. One of Oden’s fingers ventured lower until he was pushing inside of me.
“Another,” I whispered. He obeyed, adding a second finger.
When he felt how wet I was, his jaw tensed, and his eyes drifted shut for a second. I knew he was imagining his dick inside me, instead of his fingers. I gyrated my hips slightly, not wanting to draw attention from Maya, who was still fast asleep beside me.
As the pressure and pleasure mounted, I wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss Oden as I came, but I couldn’t; we were amongst co-workers after all. My orgasm didn’t seem to care about that. It tore through me with the force of a hurricane, and although I was able to bite my lip and hold back my moans, I couldn’t stop the violent shudder that rippled through my body.
When it was over, Oden took his time withdrawing his fingers, and I watched as he licked my come from them, smiling wickedly.
“Bathroom?” I mouthed. I desperately wanted to return the favor and make him come.
But to my disappointment, he shook his head and mouthed back, “Tonight.”
My pussy pulsated with the aftershocks of my orgasm, to the point where I had to cross my legs in an attempt to suppress it.
Coming and going. Oden kept me doing both.
12
Oden
It was here, the day of the ‘Maybae’ campaign shoot. It was going to be an eighteen-hour event, so you would have thought I’d have gotten plenty of rest the previous night.
You’d be wrong.
Rest was for the poor saps who didn’t have the synonym for their obsession in their bed. I wasn’t one of those poor saps. Now that I had Kerenza in my life, I was prepared to do whatever it took to keep it that way. But first things first, there was work to be done.
My concept for this campaign was inspired by the subject of my thoughts: Kerenza. When I saw her in the prototype lingerie piece, I got this…vision.
What kind of lingerie did women wear for different dates? Date number six, perhaps the first time they decided they wanted to have sex with a man, might be a bit demure. Date number fifteen, the sixth or seventh time they had sex, would they be more risqué? And finally, when a couple got to the point where they lost count of the number of dates they’d been on and the number of times they’d had sex, would the lingerie level be on full-blown freak? That was the thought I’d had when I’d seen Kerenza standing there in that leather corset, looking like a dominatrix waiting to dominate.
And thus, the ‘dating in lingerie’ concept had begun to form.
The first shoot of the campaign would take place in Lummus Park Beach. It was one of the nicer beaches in the area, and more importantly, it provided breathtaking panoramic views from The Hotel of South Beach. Nothing but bluer than blue, cloudless skies, with the ocean and sand below it.
We were technically shooting out of order, with the final ‘date,’ featuring the lingerie Kerenza was modelling, being first up. I wanted to get it done so the photos could go to the editor faster, since it was the center piece of the campaign, and we’d need more promo images for it. Gayle wanted to launch the ‘Maybae’ line a mere sixteen days from now, so time was a luxury we didn’t quite have.
I was the first one on the set. I slowly walked around the roof of The Hotel of South Beach, surveying my set with a critical eye. There was a long, wide, rectangular-shaped pool in the center of the roof, but we’d had it covered with see-through tiling. On top of the tiling, in the center of the pool, was a bed covered in red silk sheets.
The gorgeous view of the city of Miami an
d the beaches and palm trees below would act as a free-of-cost backdrop for the shoot.
The sounds of voices drew my attention. I stopped walking and turned towards the roof’s entrance. Three men in jumpsuits carrying light beams and poles were walking towards me. I nodded at them, knowing they were here to get the lighting set up. Though with it being seven in the morning, we would soon have all the natural lighting we could ever want.
A few more people came out of the hidden stairwell that led to the roof. My heart skipped two beats when I saw that Kerenza was one of them. She was covered in a yellow silk robe and wore a pair of furry flip flops, but held a pair of tall, black heels in her hands. Her hair and makeup were already done, and she looked stunning. I could see the glitter glistening on her brown skin from all the way over here.
Time slowed down as she crossed the rooftop and neared where I stood. I barely noticed Isobel and Wanda, who accompanied her.
“There you are,” Wanda said when the three of them were within hearing range. “I’ve been looking all over for you. We have a small hiccup.”
Instantly, I snapped out of the haze I seemed to always get swallowed up in whenever Kerenza was around.
“What is it?” I demanded. Realizing that my intensity could be a bit much for some people, I softened my tone and asked, “What’s the problem?”
Wanda was older than me—hell, almost anyone at ULC—but that just meant she had a lot of administrative experience under her belt. She was an efficient and well-respected member of my marketing team, and I truly relied on her, which was why when it was time to decide on the crucial, small team of people I would be bringing to Miami, her name was at the top of the list.
“The male model who’s supposed to shoot with Kerenza is sick. He just came back from a shoot in Europe and has a nasty bug, or so I hear.”
I clenched my teeth in frustration. I’d handpicked that model to shoot with Kerenza. His face wouldn’t actually be showing in the photos—because that would detract from the female model and the lingerie she wore—but his well-defined abs and muscles were surely needed.