by S. K. Lessly
It was all bullshit, but he didn’t want to tell her just yet. He enjoyed hearing her fumble around, trying to hide what he undoubtedly knew. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He knew that he made her nervous; he noticed it every time she stood next to him to take his order at the diner. He enjoyed watching the nerves fall off her in waves. She was a complete and utter turn on.
He openly raked his eyes over the tan jacket that stopped at her waist, the white form fitted V-neck style t-shirt and dark skinny jeans, all which hugged her generous breasts, hips, and thighs nicely. She dressed up her feet with black high-heeled shoes, adding the sex appeal that was Nyla. Her eyes and lips were dressed too; nothing too overt, but were subtle and warm, with light color above her eyes and shimmery light gloss on her lips.
Now this was the distraction that he needed.
He cleared his throat and brought his eyes back to her bright ones. “Lori isn’t my girlfriend,” he admitted finally.
Nyla paused in mid-babble and stared at him. “W-what? She isn’t?” her voice queried softly.
“No, she isn’t.”
“Oh, I thought because she was always with you…”
Andrew ran his hand through his hair and rested it against the back of his neck. “Yes, well, I can see why you would think that, but no, she isn’t my girlfriend. In fact, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“You don’t?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t.”
“Oh,” she answered softly as her mind started going double time to match the rhythm of her heart.
Nyla couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was it possible that her dreams were actually coming true?
“What about you?” he asked.
“Me?” she blundered, bringing her right hand first to her throat to massage the muscles there, then to her chest, covering her out of control heart.
Andrew grinned slyly and lifted himself from the desk. “Yes, you. Are you single or do you have someone special in your life?”
Watching him stalk toward her naturally made her step back slightly from his pursuit. “No, I-I don’t have anyone special.”
He stopped in front of her and tilted his head to the side. “Why is that?”
She blew out a sigh and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I haven’t found the right person, or I’m a repellent for good guys. Who knows?” She looked at him questioningly. “Why do you ask? I mean, why do you want to know if I have anyone special in my life?”
“I was just wondering, that’s all. Just making sure…”
Andrew abated his eyes from hers again so that he could drink her in from head to toe, letting his desires for this woman show all over him.
“Oh? Y-you were wondering about what may I ask?” she asked him softly.
“Who I had to get rid of so I can have you to myself.”
Nyla’s breath hitched softly, but Andrew caught it. When he met her eyes again, they were wide as saucers. He smiled at her. “Did you think I went to that diner just for the omelets?”
Nyla bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “Well, I ….um…”
He tilted his head to the side again. “Please, Nyla, I can make an omelet ten times better than that cook of yours. That wasn’t the reason why I went there every morning, or why I sat in your area so you would be the one to wait on me.”
Nyla was at a loss. She couldn’t move her lips to formulate any words and her brain was trying desperately to control her heart from bursting out of her chest, to keep her lungs working, and her legs from giving out.
Andrew, seeing his goal unfold before him, moved closer to her. This time, she didn’t move. She looked up into his eyes and watched helplessly as he invaded her personal space.
“Why did you come here?” he asked her again, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent.
Just what I thought, he said to himself. She does smell like fucking chocolate.
Nyla closed her eyes as a shaky breath released from her parted lips. Goodness, his closeness was doing a number on her. She clinched her thighs together as she tried to gather herself.
Before she could think, she said softly, “I needed to see you.”
His eyes shot open and his eyebrows rose in surprise. So did hers, for that matter, and she back peddled quickly. “Y-You know,” she stuttered, “T-To talk to you. I needed to see you to talk to you.”
What is he doing to me?
So close; God, he was so close that she could feel his heart beating against his chest. His breath tickled her neck, encouraging her desires, her urges, her commands to let go. The need to give herself to him was taking over.
Andrew, not able to hold back any longer, bent slowly until his lips were inches from her neck. He inhaled again. Yes!
“Nyla,” he whispered against her neck right before he lightly brushed his lips against her smooth skin.
Fuck, he was straining to keep himself under control.
Just for a little while longer, he coached himself.
“Yes?” she replied, closing her eyes and trying her best not to lose it.
“Why are you really here?” he probed breathlessly against her neck before he leaned back slightly to look at her.
“Um… I…” She risked looking in his eyes and knew instantly, by the hungry heated look saturated in them that she was in deep trouble. She bit her bottom lip, preventing the hitching of her breath from being unleashed.
Andrew couldn’t resist her any longer. He brought his right hand up slowly, and the moment he touched her chin, he exhaled coarsely, as if he’d been holding his breath this whole time, anticipating touching her.
“What is it about you that has me losing control; that has me thinking of nothing else but you?”
She shook her head slowly, her voice lost in her closed throat.
Andrew continued to slide his fingers along her jawline, around her neck, until they found their way just under the base of her skull.
“Do you know what I haven’t been unable to stop thinking about?” he asked her, hearing the ache in his voice no matter how much he tried to remain in control.
Nyla, oblivious to what was happening to him, shook her head. “No,” she said finally. “Tell me.”
He let out an exacerbated and lust-filled sigh just as he snaked his arm around her waist, bringing her body flush up against his.
Nyla gasped lightly, her lips parting slightly, as she finally felt exactly what she was doing to him.
“How good you would taste,” he confessed in a discreet whisper right before he descended closer to her. The grip on the back of her head tightened and shifted until his fingers were in her short hair.
Nyla closed her eyes, anticipating the touch of his lips, hoping it would be everything she imagined it would.
Oh, please let it be, she prayed.
The moment Andrew’s lips latched onto hers, every inch of control they both were desperately trying to hold on to was now gone.
Nyla sighed, opening to him the second he gripped her hair so tight that it was on the verge of pain. She gripped his biceps, frantically trying to keep herself upright. The strength in her legs gave way with every stroke of his tongue against hers.
She moaned deeply into his mouth and felt his grip on her tighten.
Andrew pulled back suddenly and wildly looked into her lustful eyes.
“Fuck, Nyla, you taste as amazing as I knew you would,” he breathed, voice husky and low.
The power this woman had over him still astounded him. He always remained in control, keeping his shit together at all times no matter what. But this woman, this beautiful being was taking control of him. His need to have her, his yearning for her was clouding all rational thought.
Kissing her, tasting her, didn’t do anything but make his appetite for her drive him out of his damned mind.
“More,” he declared as he slowly removed her jacket from her arms.
As the jacket fell to the floor, Nyla moved her arms around his neck and t
hreaded her fingers through his silky hair, creating a tight grip of her own. The four-inch heels she wore didn’t bring her where she needed to be so she moved to the tips of her toes and brought his lips to her. She kissed him deep, trying urgently to brand her body to his. She felt his hands roam her body, rubbing her back, arms, face, and gripping her ass.
Andrew, needing to feel her, yanked her shirt from out of her jeans. His heated touch against her body caused her to moan again; damn, she couldn’t help it. She’d longed for him to touch her, for him to kiss her for so long that her senses were in overdrive.
She should’ve stopped him. Hell, she should’ve slowed him down, but as his hands shifted up her back to unclasp her bra, there was no way in hell she was stopping him now.
Andrew took one of his hands out from under her shirt and gripped her ass tight. He lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“Drew,” she whispered against his lips.
This is happening. Oh my. This is indeed happening, she thought.
Andrew growled and walked her to the nearest wall. Once her back was up against the cold wallpapered surface, he greedily pulled her shirt and bra up, revealing the beautiful balls-throbbing-sight that almost made him explode in his briefs. He moved her body further up his chest and didn’t waste time as he insatiably took one of her supple perked nipples into his greedy mouth.
“Have mercy,” she told herself as she closed her eyes and let this man take from her body whatever he wanted.
She grinded against him, feeling the need between her thighs grow. Her lips pulsed greedily, hoping his lips wouldn’t forget their hidden existence, longing for the feel of him skin to skin.
“Andrew, please…,” she panted softly, while keeping a tight hold of his hair.
Andrew sucked, pulled and played with each nipple. Hearing Nyla moan, thrash and call his name over and over again only fueled him to do more, to claim more.
He needed more.
Andrew brought her bruised lips to his and kissed her again, slower this time. Shit was about to get interesting, and he wanted her to know first and foremost how out of control he was, but at the same time show how desperately he wanted and needed her. This wasn’t something that he wanted to end after tonight. She was his, and he had no doubt in his mind that he would be hers.
Feeling that things had escalated to another level, Nyla undid her legs from around his waist and slid down his torso. She surveyed her mind, waiting for that voice to tell her to escape now while she could, but she heard nothing. In fact, her heart pulled her closer to him. She wanted more of him. So help her, if she didn’t have him, she didn’t know what she would do.
Andrew, seeing the desperation in her eyes moved back from her body slightly, giving himself just enough room to unbutton her jeans.
“Are you soaked for me?” he asked, panting slightly as he unzipped and spread the top of her jeans apart.
He groaned just as he pushed his hand down the front of her pants until his fingers touched her slick warm folds. Nyla gripped his arms tight at the sudden invasion.
“Shit, baby,” he breathed as he teased her swollen lips with just a finger, lightly grazing her swollen clit up and down, feeling her body shudder with every sweep. He circled slowly, determined to tease, to build, to drive her insane.
She started to moan, a sound that drove him to tease her more. The sound of his name floated sensually from her lips and caused his dick to scream for release. Damn, he needed more. He pushed one finger, then two inside of her channel and was rewarded enormously by the clamping of her walls against his fingers. Her grip on him was so tight that her pussy seemed to not want to let him go.
Andrew slid his other hand around to the back of her head, gripping her tight as he took her pussy with just his fingers. He salaciously moved in and out of her, determined to make her lose her mind, burning with the need to taste her desires on his tongue.
“Oh, yes,” she cried passionately, keeping her eyes on his, watching him lose control with just his fingers inside of her. “Yes, Drew. Oh, please, baby… Oh, yes. Please…” She bit her bottom lip and moaned slowly, letting her head lull back. She was building. She felt it in the pits of her stomach.
She started circling her hips against him, tightening her walls even further.
“Fuck, Nyla,” he panted and pulled his fingers hastily from her precious sweetness.
He gripped the sides of her pants and pulled them down from her waist just as he walked her backwards. He lowered her as easy as he could onto his couch and quickly brought her panties and jeans to her ankles.
From that point, he was gone. No longer was he showing control. No longer was he showing restraint. No longer could he wait. Fuck removing her clothes the rest of the way. Fuck removing her shoes. He pushed her legs up and back, touching her knees to the couch, a spot just above her shoulders. She was sprawled out for him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked so fucking sexy, just as he imagined she would. The moistened lips that he’d been teasing, that he’d been drumming, were smiling back up at him, calling for him to lap every single drop of her juices.
Nyla tried to push herself up, releasing her from the way he had her pinned to the back of the couch, but he wasn’t having it.
“I have to taste you, baby; I have to. If I don’t, I’m going to fucking lose it,” he declared miserably as if he felt a pain so strong that it would destroy him.
Before Nyla could respond, Andrew moved his head between her thighs, resting the back of her knees on his shoulders and buried his face in between her folds. Nyla gasped loudly as his tongue swept against her clit, instantly threading her fingers tightly in his hair.
“Yes, baby, I love when you do that. Hold on to me, baby,” he announced right before he ravaged her pussy like a sustenance deprived beast hungry to survive.
She had never in her life been ravaged this way before. She’d been with a couple of men in her life, and they all had gone down on her, but it was never like this. They never savored her, they never claimed her the way that Andrew was right now.
She tried to bite her screams, but it was impossible. Andrew didn’t let her. He went in on her with abandonment, with a voracity that even he had never felt. And when she came, when he drank her desires, he knew there would never be another woman that would bring him to his knees like this one.
“Off, Andrew,” Nyla growled, grabbing his shirt, then his t-shirt, and pulling them away from his body. “Now, Andrew, Take it off now… Please, baby. Oh, please, Drew…” she began to beg.
He didn’t listen. He could feel her building again. He could sense that she was just on the verge of…
“Ohhh my fucking… Baby… Ahhhh!” she screamed as her orgasm gripped her whole body while she exploded. She sat up after she gathered herself, trying to push him away from her and declared with a pained voice of her own, “If you don’t take your fucking clothes off this minute, I will rip them off myself.”
Andrew couldn’t help but release the hold he had on her clit and laugh.
Nyla brought both of her hands to his face and pulled him closer. She kept her eyes locked on his dark, hooded blue ones and for the first time saw some specks of red in his irises.
“How long are you going to make me wait?” she asked him. “I need to feel you inside me, baby.”
“Well, that will depend on how long you can get your ass dressed and in my car.”
Her eyes bulged. “What?”
Andrew touched her lips with a lone finger before he told her, “Baby, I will not take you for the first time on my fucking office couch. I’ve been waiting for this moment for too damn long. I plan to have you naked, sprawled and panting for my cock in my bed. I want to take my time and cherish this beautiful hungry pussy of yours.”
Nyla shook her head. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
He grinned and leaned into her just to get another taste of his woman. He then reluctantly moved from between her thighs, his heaven, a
nd pushed her panties back up before he helped her with her jeans.
“Do you have a restroom close by?” she asked, shyness quickly taking hold of her.
“Yeah,” he stood, not caring if she saw the tent in his slacks, and pulled her up. He guided her to a door on the other side of his office, opened it and turned on the light.
She smiled and was about to thank him when she heard her phone ringing in her jacket. Andrew moved to retrieve her jacket that was still lying on the floor and brought it to her. Nyla pulled out her phone and saw that it was Dee Dee. Nyla had asked Dee Dee if she could watch Se’Nya for a few, while she came to speak with Andrew about her case. She told her it wouldn’t be long but after what just happened, she thought of asking if she could stay just a little longer.
“Hey, girl,” she answered. “Is Se’Nya okay?”
“Not sure, honey. She’s fussier than when you typically leave her with me. She felt a little warm, so I took her temp, and it was hitting close to the hundred mark. I gave her some baby Tylenol, but you know ain’t nothing like mama’s arms.”
Nyla looked into Andrew’s eyes as she spoke on her phone. “Okay, girl. I’m on my way.” She hung up and looked apologetically at Andrew.
Andrew feeling her apprehension asked, “Is everything all right with Se’Nya?”
“I’m not sure. She has a temp of about hundred.”
Andrew’s eyebrows rose. “Seriously? Do you need to take her to the ER?”
Nyla shook her head as she reached behind her and clasped her bra back. “I don’t think so. She’s had fevers before from a cold or an ear infection. I’ll call the doctor on my way home and see if he wants to see her.”
“What can I do?” he asked her.
She smiled and touched his face. Just hearing him offer his help warmed her. “Nothing, but thank you for offering.”
“Nyla…,” he began as he placed both of his hands on her face. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate to let me know, understand?”
“Andrew, that’s sweet of you. You are doing too much as it is.”
“I disagree. Let me lock up my office and walk you down to your car.”