“I’m Deandre Jackson,” he says with
a dazzling smile, stretching out his hand to shake mine. “You’re very
beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I reply shaking his
hand. “I’m Zoë.”
“Zoë Jenkins?”
“That’s me.”
“
Whoa,
okay then,” he says,
taking a step back.
I’m a bit puzzled by his response. Morgan
approaches. He circles his muscular arms around my waist and kisses me on my
neck.
“Deandre Jackson, are you hitting
on my date?” he asks with a shrewd smile.
“I apologize, man. I just found out
who she was. I promise you, I meant no disrespect.”
“Good. Because if you did, I might
have to throw you over this railing.”
“Be nice to your guest,” I say,
poking Morgan. I sense he might be a tad possessive, but I’m not certain.
“Just marking my territory,” he
laughs. “I’m kidding. Deandre and I work together, but he’s more than a guest.
He’s my friend. We’ve known each other for years.”
“You did a great job on the house.
It looks fantastic.” Deandre says.
“Thank you.”
We chat for a while then Deandre
makes his exit. Morgan escorts him to the door.
“Are you okay?” he asks, kissing me
on my cheek when he returns.
“I’m fine. Just thinking about
today.”
“I’m sorry about Jodi.”
“It’s not your fault. Thank you for
asking her to leave.”
“I fixed you some dessert. Come.”
He holds my hand and walks me to
the living room sofa. Almost everyone has left. The caterers and the band are
breaking down and shortly after, they all leave. The light sounds of
Lenny
Kravitz’s,
Fly Away
play
through the built-in speakers.
“Happy with how your party went?”
“I am. A few doctors committed some
time and money for my next trip.”
“That’s great news.”
“Enough about that. I learned so
much about you today.”
“Like what?” I reply.
“Like you don’t always say what you
feel. You keep a lot inside.”
I gaze into his eyes. “What would
make you say that?”
“Jodi was your friend, and in two
and a half years you never said a word to her about her betrayal?”
“She wasn’t worth my energy or
time.”
“Yet still today you managed to
call her a slut and a whore in the most intriguing way I ever heard. Why’d you
feel the need to say something now?”
“What I really felt like doing was
slapping her across the face, but that might have landed me in jail.”
“You still haven’t answered my
question.”
“I got nervous when I saw her here
today. I hate to admit that, but she did get into my head. I saw her follow you
inside, and I was worried that you might fall for her so-called charm. It had
crossed my mind to end things tonight. I suppose when I overheard you talking
to her, it proved you were different.”
“I’d never betray you that way.
Furthermore, I’m completely turned off by women like Jodi. Just so you know, if
you hadn’t overheard that conversation, I would have told you you were right. I
would have told you that she wanted to invite herself over to spend the night,
and she followed me into the pantry and tried to slip her hands down my pants
even after I told her you were here with me.”
“So that didn’t stop her? Wow. She
does deserve to be bitch- slapped. Two ruined relationships was not enough for
her. She still wants more.”
“Let’s not talk about her anymore.
I want to talk about you and me. I want you to tell me your deepest thoughts
and desires,” his eyes twinkle when the word
desires
leave his lips.
“All that and I don’t even know
your birthday or your age…”
“April 15 and I’m 37.”
“Birthdays a month apart. I can’t
believe it. I’m May 15 and I’m 34.”
“Now that we got those important
details out of the way, tell me.”
My thoughts run wild. In my mind, I
hear Zach saying, ‘take a chance…’
“I like you—too much for a man I’ve
only known for five weeks.”
“I’m not sure whether I should take
that as a compliment or an insult.”
“I like you so much that I find
myself thinking about you when I shouldn’t be thinking about you.”
“What else?”
“Instead of being pissed off by
arrogant questions like that, I laugh them off, or I think they’re cute when
coming from you. Now you tell me.”
“I think you’re beautiful inside
and out, and I want you to be mine. You’re intelligent and sexy and one of the
most intriguing people that I know. And from the moment I met you, there is not
a minute that goes by when you’re not in my thoughts.”
“What else?” I ask, mirroring his
words.
“Since our date on Tuesday, I haven’t
been able to stop thinking about all the things I’d like to do to you.”
“Since we’re getting so intimate,
from the night you slept at my house, I’ve pleasured myself every day. Each time,
I thought about you.”
“Was that with your fingers, toys
or both?” he asks inching closer to me.
“Both.”
“Good,” he responds, drawing me in
his arms, kissing me. “What’s your current weapon of choice?”
I straddle his thighs. “A glass
dildo and a little silver bullet.”
He burns my lips with his
scorching, urgent and hungry kisses, filling his palms with my breasts. Through
his jeans, I already feel his erection between us.
“So you love it hard, in the ass or
both?”
“Very hard,” I whisper, laying soft
kisses up his neck.
He slips the barrel of my jumpsuit down
exposing my strapless bra, which he swiftly disposes of.
“I can take care of the hard part…
but I sure hope to work that little bullet on you sometime.”
He takes my breasts into his mouth
and circles my nipples with his tongue. He turns my body sideways so I now lie
on the sofa. Pulling my jumpsuit all the way down to my limbs, he leaves me
wearing just a G-string.
“You’re gorgeous. I’ve been
thinking about what was under this all afternoon.”
“And I’ve been thinking about
this
all week.”
I perch up on the sofa, so keen to
help free him of his clothing. While he stands, I release the buckle of his
belt as he pulls his sweater over his head. When his jeans drop to the floor, I
have to admit I’m very distracted by the size of his—
arousal
. It’s directly
in front my face. I hesitate for a moment, staring.
“I’ll make sure you can handle it,”
he says, placing his almost-naked body above mine. He takes my leg and drapes it
over the back of the sofa. Then I feel his weight above me, along with his
hardened parts rubbing right past my core.
“Do you have any lube? I might need
help making—accommodations for you inside.”
He laughs, gliding his hard body
against mine, hungrily captivating my lips. “Don’t you stress about that, baby,
by the time my tongue and fingers are done with you, you’ll have enough lube to
sell.”
I giggle at his comment.
His kisses are deep, hungry,
penetrating. It’s been long—I’m eager. I want him now, yet I want to savor
every moment of this. Then he leans beside me. Looking into my eyes, he
tenderly runs his middle fingertip over my breasts, then stomach, then he pulls
the crotch of my panties aside and slowly sinks two fingers inside me.
“I’ve been thinking about us like
this for weeks. You’re wet, and ready…”
“You have no idea just how much.”
He is, too. The burgundy tip of his
extremely erect penis pokes through the top of his underwear. Withdrawing his
hand from inside me, I’m completely stunned when he stands, picks me up and
aimlessly throws me over his shoulders and heads for the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I scream,
laughing like a pair of hyenas frolicking in the wild.
“Taking you to my bed.”
“Would it be absurd of me to ask a
health care provider when he was last tested?” I ask, as I’m suspended upside
down over his shoulder.
“No. That’s an incredibly smart thing.
Six weeks ago when I relocated here. I’ve been utilizing my hands and visions
of you since. You?”
I laugh, “About a year and a half
ago.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since?”
he asks, opening the doors to the bedroom and setting me down on my feet.
“No,” I gaze into his eyes. “I’ve
been on a few dates, but I haven’t slept with anyone. I give you full license
to pulverize me.”
A deep mischievous groan emanates
from him as he places kisses down my throat. “Are you on the pill?”
“No, I have an IUD inserted,” I
reply, returning his kiss, slipping my hands down his back then onto his ass, pushing
his underwear away, giving me a proper view of the stud that stands before me.
“Copper or progestin only?” he asks,
ridding me of my undies.
“Progestin only, Doctor Drake,” I
reply coyly, amused by the good doctor’s thirst for medical details.
“Three or five years?” he holds me
by my hips and throws me to the center of the bed.
“Five.”
He kneels between my thighs and
extends my legs far apart. I’m exposed… very exposed.
“What year did you get it in?”
“Two years ago.”
“Well, we’re good to go. If you want,
I have two boxes of condoms in the drawer.”
“Latex or lambskin?”
“Both.”
“Kiss me… I don’t think we’ll need them.”
He devours my lips—
“Wait, wait, wait…” I say, backing
away and looking into his eyes.
“What?”
“The fact that we’re about to have
unprotected sex means…?”
“That I won’t be sticking my cock
into any other vaginas.”
“Perfect. And I won’t be spreading
my legs for any other men.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” he laughs, yanking
my body into his. He leans over, his eyes are peering into mine.
“So this is a sort of friends with
benefits arrangement?” I ask between his kisses. “You don’t even know if you’ll
enjoy this yet.”
“Oh trust me, I know I’ll enjoy it.
And as for this arrangement between us… whenever you’re ready to take us to the
next level, you just let me know.”
Partially placing his body over
mine, he tenderly pushes away my hair, gazing deep into my eyes. I look into
his, and for a moment, I realize how badly I want
this
—all of it.
Softly, he slips his palm to the
side of my face. His lips almost touch mine, I feel his soft breaths and as his
lips lightly graze past my cheek, it wakes every nerve on my entire body.
I sink my fingers into his hair,
lean into him and touch his lips gently with mine. Covering me entirely with
his body, his arms frame my head and he taunts me again, this time deepening
our kiss while gliding his hard, masculine form against me, arousing me further,
teasing me.
His kisses travel down to my boobs,
neck and belly button and gradually, he makes his way to my core, placing light
kisses around my thighs. He strokes me gently with his fingers, dipping them in
his mouth before he slides his middle and index fingers up my crevasse,
spreading my lips apart.
Looking at me, he slowly lowers his
head, slipping his tongue inside me. I watch as he begins slowly French kissing
my lips. He works over my clit, using his tongue to pleasure me. Soon, pleasant
sensations emanate through my core, and my body writhes across the dark sheets
as the pleasure rings through me. The overwhelming feelings are powerful, and
as he quickens his tongue’s motion over me, they grow. I raise my ass to meet
his stride.
“Is that how you like it, baby?”
“Yes. Yes. Harder and faster.”
“With pleasure.”
I tilt my head up, and the visual
of him licking me, sucking me and massaging me over and over again drives me
insane. I sink my fingers into his hair as he rapidly picks up the pace.
“Oh God, yes!” I feel like I’m
nearing the end.
He raises his body up on the bed,
kissing me, invading my mouth with his tongue while he sinks two fingers inside
me penetrating me and caressing my clit all at once.
“Oh God, Morgan.”
“Yes, baby.”
“I’m close. You’re going to make me
come.”
“Come on, baby, let it go,” he says,
quickening the tempo, rigorously massaging my pleats.
“Oh God, oh God, don’t stop…I’m coming,”
I exclaim, convulsing in his arms. As I relax, he kisses me tenderly, gently
kneading my folds as I slip his erection between my fingers.
The sheets below me are wet, my
thighs are wet, and his penis is as slippery as ever, hard, ready to slip
inside me.
He’s mostly leaning against the headboard.
I roll over, spanning him, caressing his stiffness with my center, sliding over
him as we deeply kiss. My clit is hard and swollen; dragging my core over his
thickness arouses me all over again. I knead his throbbing head. It’s nice and
hot, and as I continuously grind over him, moisture seeps from his tip.
“Baby, I can’t wait anymore. I’m
too fucking horny. It’s been too long. I need to get inside you.”
I fulfill his request, elevating my
body, and as he stands tall, I lower myself, absorbing all of him inside me. He’s
huge. I’ve never had anything this enormous inside me, and as I swing my hips
to give him the pleasure he desires, it wakes something new inside
me—sensuality in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I lean back on my palms, thrusting
my hips into him. He in turn massages my clit, every time my pelvis crashes
into his. He brings me close, kissing me, then folds his arm around me and
leans over so I lie on my back.
He enters me once more, and as he
descends his body into mine, I realize I’m close to coming again.
“Come on, baby, open those legs. I
want to get deep inside you.”
I do as he asks. He clasps his
hands in mine and bores his sweet parts inside me—hard, repeatedly.
“Fuck—you feel incredible.”