Authors: Niobia Bryant
“Devon? De-von!”
He brought his attention back to his date. She was looking at him with darts to kill in her eyes. He hadn’t spoken in months to the petite beauty he used to date sporadically, but he had invited her to the barbecue tonight to help him resist the desire he had for Chloe. It wasn’t working. “Yes Angie?” She rolled her eyes and stood to gather her purse from the bench where she sat.
“Do me a favor, huh?”
He glanced over her head to where Chloe was sucking on her index finger. “Huh Chloe ... I mean Angie.”
Angela punched him in the chest. “Did you just call me Chloe?”
Devon laughed guiltily. “No baby. Hell no,” he denied.
“Go to hell, Devon.” She marched off from him and climbed into her VW Cabrio, reversing out of the yard with an angry squeal of tires against asphalt.
He didn’t even try to stop her. Setting his beer bottle down on the bench, he strolled over to where Chloe was ... or had been anyway. When he reached the other side of her SUV, he didn’t see her anywhere. Where did she go that quickly?
∞
Chloe walked into the house through the back door and raced up the stairs. She paused at Devon’s door before walking in on impulse. Boldly she stepped out of her thong bikinis and left them on his pillow before leaving the room. She dashed up the rest of the stairs to her room.
Once there she untied the straps of the dress around her waist and neck, letting the dress fall to a silky white puddle around her feet. Kicking
off
her sandals, she climbed naked into bed and waited for the barbecue to end. Her center was wet with anticipation and she only hoped Devon was as ready as she was, because there was no turning back now!
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“Praise God for paper plates and aluminum pans,” Nana Lil said as she threw the pan that had held the barbecued meats into the heavy-duty garbage bag.
It was ten o’clock and the last of their guests had finally left. Lil had gladly separated the remainder of the leftover food among the guests to take home with them. Neither she nor the boys cared for leftovers.
Deshawn rolled the huge barbecue pit back into the backyard, freshly cleaned by him. He placed it under the heavy tarp back in the small storage house. Devon followed behind him holding two of the folded tables above his head with strength.
“Shawn, get that last table for me?” He put them against the wall of the storage house and covered them with tarp also, leaving it rolled up for Deshawn to put the last table next to them.
He walked up onto the back portion of the wraparound porch. Leaning down, he kissed his grandmother’s cheek. “Go to bed, Nana Lil. I know that’s where I’m headed. Everything’s in order.”
She nodded and leaned over the railing to dump the filled garbage bag into the large plastic trash can next to the bottom step. “Anyone see Chloe?”
“She went upstairs earlier and never came back down.” Deshawn walked up with the table on his strong shoulders. “Probably sleeping.
Or hiding,
Devon thought as he followed Lil into the house.
“Dev, I’m going to Charlie’s. Wanna ride with me?” Deshawn called out as he closed the door of the small storage house.
Devon shook his head from inside the kitchen, standing at the door. “I’m gonna turn in early.”
“All right, but don’t be mad tomorrow if I win all the money. You know how it is on a Friday night.” Deshawn climbed into his truck and pulled out of the yard.
Devon closed the door and locked it. He turned off the lights downstairs and called out good night to his grandmother before climbing the stairs. Just before he walked into his bedroom, he looked over his shoulder to the short flight of stairs leading to Chloe’s attic room. The lights were out. He shook his head as he thought of her antics before he entered his room.
In the darkness, he undressed and climbed into bed naked, as was customary for him, not even seeing the underwear until he turned onto his side and laid his face on the pillow. The sweet, intimate scent of a woman surrounded him. The softness of the silk touched his nose and cheek. Sitting up, he reached over and turned on the light. He was startled to see the lacy black thong. It was the same one
she
had on tonight.
She’d been in his room and left them . . . unless she was still in here. Grabbing up the underwear he checked the entire suite, not finding her anywhere.
What kind of game was she playing?
Sinking down on the foot of the bed, he lifted the panties close to his face and inhaled deeply. The mix of perfume and her womanly scent intoxicated him. His malehood hardened between his legs, standing tall, heavy and erect against his stomach.
She was trying to drive him crazy!
“Why settle for those when you can have the real . . . thing?”
Startled, he dropped the panties and looked up to see Chloe standing above him. He hadn’t even heard her come into his bedroom. The sheer white lacy teddy she wore pushed him beyond the brink of control, and with a hungry growl he pulled her down, lowering her to the bed beneath him.
Chloe’s heart nearly burst with success as Devon opened her legs with his knees and lay his naked body on top of her. She let her hands caress the sculptured definitions of his back as he kissed her with passion and pressed his lengthy hardness onto her body. She felt lightheaded and breathless from his seduction.
Devon lost all rationality on why this was all wrong, with Chloe writhing beneath him in his bed. His hands held her face as he kissed every inch of it, finally letting his mouth rest on top of hers, open and waiting. With deliberate slowness he sucked her lips, enjoying her moan of pleasure, before he plunged his tongue into the sweet warmth.
Their tongues danced between them, lightly touching and dipping away, enjoying the teasing game. It was erotic and drove them both wild. Wanting him to taste more, Chloe pushed him off of her onto his back and slowly got off the bed.
She was glad the lights were on as her eyes devoured the sight of his hardness. Lightly she gasped in shock as he massaged the length of himself in a hypnotic rhythmic motion as he watched her strip out of the teddy.
Pleased at his sharp intake of breath at seeing her totally bared of clothing, Chloe lay on the bed next to him, their eyes never parting. She pulled him back on top of her with a delicious sigh.
Devon kissed her quickly before moving to nuzzle her neck, sucking on the hollow there, inhaling her sweet scent, leaving telltale love marks. Down he moved to taste her breasts, reveling in the tightness of the nipples he dreamed of. Enthralled by them, he lightly gripped one with his hand and licked lightly at the bud with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at her to gauge her reaction, pleased to see her head thrown back in pleasure and her eyes closed as she whispered his name in passion.
Moaning, he closed his mouth over the nipple, hot and wet as she arched her back and used her hands to press his head closer to her.
“God yes, Devon,” she moaned. “Please . . . don’t stop.”
He did as she demanded, wanting to please her, and he took as much of the tasty full breast as he could into his mouth. Her hips arched upward nearly knocking him off of her. “You like that, Chloe?” he asked hotly, his eyes enjoying the sight of her face rapt with delectation.
Bringing his other hand up, Devon held both of her breasts, moving back and forth between them with his tongue, sucking and nipping the buds the way she begged him to. He moved to lay on the side of her, using one of his hands to shift her left leg open over his hip. He slid one arm beneath her head to reach for her right nipple, teasing it between massaging the full globe. With his other hand he played in the curly hairs between her luscious thighs, before moving down to touch her slick, wet core.
“Damn it’s wet, Chloe,” he moaned against her breast. It throbbed beneath his fingers as he massaged it deeply.
Chloe’s moans were loud and rough in the quiet of the room. The combination of him tasting one breast, fondling the other and teasing the bud of her womanhood was driving her mindless with passion.
“Touch me Chloe,” he begged, moving his head to suck her neck as he continued to drive her insane with his touches.
She reached down and took him into her hand, using the same rhythmic motion she saw him use on himself earlier. She reveled in the feel of the hot and hard throbbing mass in her hands. He strained his hips off the bed toward the pleasure she brought him. He growled in the rawest of pleasure.
“Damn,” he swore loudly, feeling his own release nearing. “No baby, no more. It’s too soon.”
She pushed him onto his back and moved to lick a trail from his ankles, to kiss behind his knees, up to trace her tongue on his muscled thighs. She only rubbed her face against his hardness and moved to stick her tongue deeply into his navel.
He bucked in pleasure.
Chloe licked the contours of his muscled abdomen, letting her full hanging globes tease his hardness as she did. Up she moved to taste his nipples, and his hands shot up to hold her head, letting his fingers tangle in the wavy tresses of her hair as he massaged her scalp. “Suck my chest,” he begged hoarsely.
And she did, missing not one inch with her mouth nor her tongue.
She moved on to suck his neck and Devon let his hand move over her body, massaging her back and shoulders, groping the fullness of her buttocks. Wanting him to touch her core again, she put her knees down on each side of his hips. “Touch me,” she begged urgently against his nipple.
As soon as his fingers felt the hot wetness, Devon moaned and rolled her beneath him. In return he tasted every inch of her body, even her toes. When he moved to kneel between her open legs, Chloe held her breath in anticipation. Would he? God, she hoped so!
And he did.
Devon used his fingers to open the brown lips, exposing the pink fleshy bud to him. Lightly he licked it with his tongue and Chloe quivered in pleasure, her hands clutching the pillow she lay on, her hair spread like a halo around her head.
“Feel good?” he asked, his voice deep and husky and showing the effects of their passion.
She nodded anxiously, unable to form words. He laughed huskily and took the bud into his mouth. He lay flat on the bed between her legs as he suckled the very essence of her desire. He pleased them both in the rawest of passionate acts. Over and over she moaned his name in a voice she didn’t even recognize as her own, flinging her head back and forth in abandonment.
The feeling got so good that she tried to move away from him, but Devon used his arms to wrap around her thighs, locking her in place as he growled and used all of his tongue to wildly please her. He laughed again at how she bucked beneath him. He knew he was pleasing her the way she deserved. The way he had dreamed of pleasing her for many nights.
So aroused was she that she grabbed her own breasts and massaged them, teasing the hard nipples with her own fingertips. Devon’s head exploded with wanting her. Never had he had a woman so free and uninhibited in his bed. He wanted to give her release. He wanted to taste of it, knowing it was as sweet as ambrosia.
Devon sucked Chloe’s bud, the scent of her heady. Her body went still and then she began to tremble and he knew that soon he would taste of her nectar. He watched her closely, his mouth filled with her, as her eyes widened in shock and pleasure. She moved her hands from her breasts to his head, pulling him to her.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, lifting her hips off the bed toward his mouth.
He did not relent, even as she bucked wildly beneath him. Her sweet nectar exploded and he sucked deeply, not missing a drop! Her release went on for long, earth-shattering moments until she moaned and whimpered like a baby.
“Was it good, baby?” He asked unnecessarily.
Chloe nodded and pulled him up to lay between her legs.
He kissed her deeply and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue.
“I need you, Chloe,” he moaned as he moved his hand to remove the condom he got out of his dresser from its package. Watching him roll the prophylactic down his hard length pushed her further over the edge. She whimpered as he slid his hands beneath her to lift her hips. With one deft stroke he entered her. They both gasped in pleasure from the connection.
Devon became still. “Chloe, it’s so tight, baby,” he moaned against her neck, his eyes closed as he tried to adjust to the feel of her sheath around him.
She writhed beneath him and Devon gave in, stroking his hardness inside of her like they both wanted so badly. He moved so deftly and with such strength that the bed squeaked beneath them, but neither cared.
Over and over they moaned each other’s name, as Chloe moved beneath him in one united rhythm.
Devon used his hips to stroke the sweet sides of her before stroking back up the middle. She was so perfectly snug around him. His heart pounded and nothing but thoughts of pleasing her was on his mind, and it showed in his actions.
He lifted his head up from her neck and looked down into her eyes, cloudy with passion.
She moaned as she flicked her tongue against his lips.
Sweat drenched them as his strokes became deeper, stronger and faster. “I can’t hold back, baby,” he moaned against her lips as he gave into his own powerful release.
He growled like a bear, stroking her as his climax filled her with each spasm. His release went on for long moments, and Chloe continued to move her hips up off the bed, even as he hoarsely begged her not to. Finally spent, Devon kissed her fully on the lips before moving to lay on his back. He pulled her to lay in his arms, still enjoying the feel of her body next to his. His heart hammered against his chest and he felt hers doing the same.
Chloe shut her eyes, snuggling closer to him as she let her leg drape over his. Never had she felt so satisfied in her life. She had been blind with passion. She knew it would be good ... but
that
damn good . . . never!
They both said “Damn” before falling into a deep and exhausted sleep in each other’s arms.