Dipping Into Sin (a BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (6 page)

Winter break is officially over
, I thought, as reality set in when Victoria and I entered our new dorm room. Ever since our trip to the Poconos, Andriano called every day up until the past two days. I became accustomed to his usual morning texts and nightly phone calls, which started off by me telling him that it was unnecessary for him to call. He, in return, would tell me, “I look forward to this every day. And I think that you do, too.”

Our hour-long conversations were mainly about our lives, music, food, and movies. Surprisingly, we had more in common than I cared to admit. We both shared the same witty humor, and he listened intensely as I spoke about topics ranging from politics to my relationship with God. Each night, as we spoke on the phone, I would wait for him to bring up the intimate night that we shared during the Christmas party. But, he never discussed it. It was as if our night of passionate sex never occurred. This was the second day that I didn’t hear from Andriano. Sulking around, I became disappointed in myself that I was so easily affected by his sudden absence.

Victoria arranged a double date with
Kurt
and his friend, Jacob. From what Victoria could gather, Jacob is a bartender at
The Land.
He is 23 years old, biracial, and a resident of Harlem. He majored in merchandising at a fashion institute in the city. I was not entirely excited about our date. In fact, I was in a dreadful despair. Because I had promised Victoria that I would leave Andriano alone, I hid our brief two weeks of communication from her.

“We are going to meet them at
Mr. Ping’s
restaurant in Brooklyn at 6:30,” Victoria informed me with excitement as she put her earring on her left ear.

Looking in the mirror, I began searching for excuses to get out of the double date. In the end, I convinced myself that the quicker I moved on from Andriano, the better for everyone. Dressed in dark denim skinny jeans, with a plain white long sleeve shirt, I knew that I didn’t necessarily look my best. After a moment of pondering, I decided to spruce up my outfit with two stud earrings with the matching necklace. I slid up my new thigh high pleather boots that I purchased earlier for $20. I managed to squeeze out a little confidence, as I spent the next ten minutes experimenting with different hairstyles. In the end, I raked my fingers through my freshly washed and air-dried hair and piled it up into a messy textured bun. After much convincing, I allowed Victoria to complete my look with mascara, eyeliner, brown lip liner, and nude lipstick.

When we arrived at
Mr. Ping’s
, a downtown faddishly laid back crowded Asian restaurant, we saw
Kurt
and Jacob waiting alongside the entrance. After the formal introductions had been made, we went inside and were seated by our waitress. Jacob was attractive with his trendy ‘urban meets chic’ style. He was a few shades lighter than my dark skin complexion, and he had the most beautiful doe brown eyes. His gorgeous smile matched his laid back friendly demeanor. He sported a high top haircut with springy curls. He was only a couple of inches taller than my 5’5” height, and he was on the more slim side in size.

We enjoyed each other’s company, as we spoke about his dreams of becoming a fashion designer and celebrity stylist. He was originally from Houston, Texas, but he relocated to New York City to pursue his passion for fashion two years earlier.

“I could only imagine how much of shock it was for you when you first felt the New York winter. It was almost a good enough reason, for me, to head back to Texas my damn self,” he said with a laugh.

“I thank God that I survived it. Besides the cold winter, I had to get used to many things in New York, like the train and reading a map for directions. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,” I responded. We continued to talk about the differences between the south and north.

Not wanting the night to end, we decided to head over to
The Land
. Although I felt too underdressed to be at
The Land
, Jacob reassured me that I looked fine. We sat at in a booth near the bar and dance floor. I took one shot, as the rest of the group took three shots. Grabbing my hand, Jacob led me to the dance floor. Some old school Hip Hop songs came on, causing Jacob and me to do some old popular dance moves. Our time on the dance floor ended with shared laughter. Walking back to the bar, Jacob ordered another shot as I ordered a bottle of water. Victoria and
Kurt
went upstairs towards the VIP section while Jacob and I made our way back to the dance floor. 

A short while later, Jacob sat back down in the booth and watched as I danced to another popular tune. Jacob reappeared back on the dance floor a few songs later. Closing my eyes, I allowed my waist to grind in a circular rhythmic motion, as Jacob held onto my hips. Without warning, I felt a tug on my arm. My eyes flew open within seconds, and I intently eyed my assailant. With a change in breathing and the familiar flutter in my stomach, I became deeply lost in the depths of his captivating light grey eyes.

The short hypnotic trance ended when Jacob pushed Andriano on the shoulder, and Andriano punched Jacob in the face. Completely shocked by the ongoing uproar, I ran towards the bar and hopped over the counter. While behind the bar, the bartenders and I watched like spectators as Andriano flung Jacob across the room like he was a pesky fly. Locking his eyes with mine, Andriano walked towards the entrance to get behind the bar and pulled me by my hand.

“Wait. Where are you taking me?” I asked nervously.

A
ndriano finally released my hand the moment we entered his office, and he slammed the door shut. I watched him closely—afraid of how my body would react to him. My skin still sizzled in the area where he had touched me. He leaned against the door and allowed his eyes to roam the rest of my body. He no longer wore the infuriated violent mask on his face that he exhibited a few moments ago. As he began walking, I took a step back…unsure of what his next move would be.

He stopped walking and looked at me suspiciously before saying, “Please don’t be afraid of me.”

“That is easy for you to say when you’re not the person who watched a man get beat to a pulp…not to mention that you dragged me in here. So please excuse me if I don’t want to take my chances with you,” I said angrily, as my voice rose to a higher pitch.

Running his hand down his face to ease the forming tension, Andriano began walking towards me again. I took a few steps back and released the breath that I was holding when I saw him take a seat in front of the desk. He leaned his elbows forward and rested them on each knee, as he clasped both hands together to rest his chin. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then started staring at me again.

“I’m sorry that you had to see that. I can’t really explain what came over me, other than that I was trying to protect you,” he casually said with a nonchalant shrug.

“Protect me from who? That man works for you, and he is my friend. He probably defended me because you grabbed my arm like a rag doll. If anything, I needed protection against you,” I said heatedly, as I placed the palm of my hand to my chest. “You ruined my date with…” I began.

“A date? It’s over for him,” he said with hostility in his tone, as his hand clenched into a fist. His eyes seemed to go dark and cold within seconds. His facial expression was hard and unreadable.

“Yes, a date,” I said, putting distinct emphasis on each word. “It is none of your business who I decide to date. You leave Jacob out of this. It’s bad enough that you assaulted him for no reason,” I shouted. He was so infuriating, and it was bothersome that I was behaving totally out of character. “You better leave him alone,” I warned.

“Or else what?” he asked, as he stood and towered over my shivering frame. “You’re my fucking business. Remember that shit before you think about dating,” he shouted, as he tossed the chair that he was sitting on across the room with ease. Pointing a long finger at me, he said, “Simone, I…I really don’t want to fight with you. I just got back, and all I want is…”

“I’m not your fucking property. You don’t own me. We fucked, and that’s it,” I said. Then I halted my words, as a realization dawned on me. “Oh, I get it, now. I see what this is all about. You think that—because I gave my virginity up to you, picked up your phone calls, and responded to your text messages—that you have some entitlement,” I said, as I stood my ground. He ignored my statement and walked past me and sat behind his desk.

“You want my pussy, right?” I said mockingly, as I began stripping off each article of my clothing. His breathing became heavier and more drawn out, as he readjusted his position in his seat…watching me now, with lustful grey eyes.

Standing naked before him, I sarcastically said, “One last fuck, coming right up. If sleeping with me one last time will get you to leave me alone, then so be it.”

I boldly walked behind the desk and slid on top of him in a sitting position, before resting my back against the cold glass top desk. Spreading my legs wide open, I took a deep breath and waited for him. After a brief moment, he stood up and took off his white blazer. His muscular thick arms and wide shoulders were wrapped in a red snug cashmere shirt. He watched me closely. I became distracted when my eyes strayed down to his bulging sack that practically demanded freedom.
Who am I kidding? I want his dick to be free, too.
He sat back down on the large leather padded executive desk chair. As he wheeled his chair closer until it touched the desk, I started to feel nervous about my half-thought-out plan.

Cupping my sopping mound with the smooth palm of his hand, he huskily asked, “Do you really think that this would be our last time? You should see how wet you are for me when I touch you down here.” His words paused, as he teasingly slid his index finger into the core of my being. Inhaling deeply, I attempted to close my thighs out of fear of all the emotional entanglements that were brewing within. He stood up and towered over my body. He then placed hot kisses around my neck and collarbone. Grabbing both thighs, he tenderly pried open my legs and began more explorations with his tongue, like a voyager on a journey.

Exhaling, I arched my back and leaned up to greet his front with my rock hard nipples grazing his solid chest. With a breathless whisper, he continued to talk against my skin as he slid down south, holding my sex with his large hand.

“You have no idea just how much I missed the taste of this pussy. All I could think about was your sweet cream oozing into my mouth,” he said, as he groped my wet folds. Spreading my tender lips wide open, he used his index and middle fingers to smack my throbbing clit. Staring at me with sex comatose eyes, he said, “You are not in control of this…remember that.” Withdrawing his hand from my tender mound, he leaned back in the chair and started rubbing my legs.

“Open wide, baby,” he commanded with great satisfaction.

S
he really thought that her little plan of throwing her pussy at me was going to turn me off completely from her…

My mouth watered, as my gaze fixed on her silky wet labia. I wanted to tug and suck on each lip to see how swollen it could get. Her skin was undeniably soft and velvety smooth as I kissed her right leg, paying close attention to her defined calf. Sticking my tongue out, I left a trail behind as I licked her kneecap down to her thighs, stopping short just before her center. I couldn’t get enough of her scent, as my cock became harder than I ever thought it could get.

Running my hand over her mound, I felt the burning heat radiating from her hot cunt. I couldn’t contain myself any longer, as I replaced my hand with my mouth and completely lost all control. I looked up at her and commanded her to watch me eat her. She needed to know that this was
my
pussy for the taking. Her big beautiful light brown eyes turned dark—almost blackened by lust, as she willingly obeyed. My hands snaked up her body and cupped her beautiful breast. Loud moans escaped her lips as she tilted her head backward, curved her top body upward, and yanked my hair.

“Ohhh God….ohh ohh…yes…yess—yessss!” she gloriously moaned, as she expressed her pleasure.

Placing my index finger and thumb over her swollen clit, I squeezed and pulled the protruding nub as I tongue fucked her tight pussy hole. She lifted her body and pushed her pussy into my mouth, riding me into oblivion. Bringing her to her first climax of the night, I relished in the oncoming warm flow of her cream. She screamed and yanked my hair, as she released her sweet love fluid all over my mouth.
Welcome home, Andriano
, I thought, as I greedily licked her plate clean. Standing up, I pulled my pants and boxers down, letting them pool down over my shoes.

Tugging the first drawer open, I reached in and retrieved a condom. The tip of my dick touched her trembling pussy, causing me to abandon the unopened condom and painfully slide straight into her with quick precision. She took a deep breath and attempted to move herself upward to escape my thrusting dick. I grabbed both of her wrists—pinning each against the side of her thighs—and hammered into her dripping canal.

“I waited two weeks for this,” I huskily said, as I slowly eased my vengeful cock into her, pausing midway while I regained my composure. She was extremely tight, as her snug box wrapped around my length. I was bound to nut deep inside her if I didn’t pace myself. “I couldn’t wait to get back here to taste my pussy again,” I said. Sliding all the way into her, I applied pressure to her wrists as I savored her pussy welcoming me in. She let out a piercing cry before chanting my name in breathless moans through clenched fists.

Then there was a knock on the door.

She started to squirm herself to freedom. I held on tighter and sent hard deep thrusts into her, ignoring the knocks. Releasing one of her wrists, I dragged my hand over her clit and rubbed the throbbing nub fast, as I leaned forward and plunged my tongue into her moaning mouth. The knocks became harder, synchronizing with the hard pounding that I was slamming into her delicious body. Breaking away from her mouth, I grabbed her body and pinned her against the wall. Hooking her sexy legs over my forearms, I increased the speed and deepened the penetration to go farther into her. Holding onto her waist, I lifted her body up until the tip of my shaft, and her entrance met. Then I slammed her down hard onto me. Clawing at my shoulders and back, she screamed my name as she closed her eyes and wrapped her legs firmly around my waist. Squeezing her grasping hole tightly, she released a sharp piercing scream as she came all over my cock.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” I whispered faintly against her lips, meaning every word.

“Andriano, open up. We got a situation out here,” said Nicolai loudly with louder knocks on the door. Breaking our hypnotic trance, I regretfully slid out of her and lowered her body down. Standing on her own now, I lowered myself down her body where my lips connected with her nether lips. I kissed her passionately down there and licked her leaking pussy clean with one sweep of my tongue. Her hands went to my head, as she released a soft groan.

“Andriano, we got a situation out here. Open the fucking door, man,” screamed an irate Nicolai.

“I will be right out,” I shouted, while I regretfully walked towards the door. Turning around, I motioned for Simone to go to the bathroom and wait. She collected her stuff and scurried into the bathroom. I pulled my pants up and opened the door to stare at a fuming Nicolai and smug looking Vincenzo.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked impatiently. Brushing their bodies past me, they walked into the room and observed the chaotic display before their eyes. A tossed chair lying across the room and rumpled papers were on my desk and all over the floor.

“Where is she?” asked Vincenzo slyly.

Ignoring his question, my jaw twitched as I turned towards Nicolai. “I’m only going to ask one more fucking time. What the fuck do you want?”