Authors: Mahalia Levey
Deja
agreed. The idea of men battling it out on the court
bare-chested, sweating and moving in loose basketball shorts was what dragged
them out to watch.
“That
blows.”
“Yep.
One team is in white, the other black. And girl, Derek
is dribbling down
court,
look at them all on the same
team and shit, playing like they’ve been friends forever.”
Taleena’s
infectious laughter was catching. They shushed a bit to keep low key.
“Yay,
guys.”
Giving each other a high five, the three musketeers
kept their eyes on the prizes.
“Stop,
you keep making me jar the door.”
“Then
move over
Nadja
, you’re such a hog. I want in on the
dribble action too.”
“Hold
on, let
Deja
see Derek first. He’s about to shoot
outside the three point line.”
“That
is one hot tall drink of sin right there.”
Deja
sighed as she watched him and fanned herself.
“
So
sexy.”
“What’s
sexy?”
“The
way he handles the ball, I swear his hand grips my ass the same way.”
“That’s
how you got…”
“From his hands?
Clearly you failed reproduction in tenth
grade biology,”
Deja
teased.
Nadja
sucked her teeth and bowled her over as
Donato
took the edge of his shirt and wiped the sheen of
sweat off his face.
“Girl,
you know what, I bet you’d offer your tongue to use at his disposal.”
They
watched the domino effect, every player followed suit, showing off an
impressive array of rock hard abs, some not as defined as others. One was hairy
as a Sasquatch. They all cringed. Only the sight of muscled, sweat glistened
skin made up for the eye traumatized view.
“I
could sit here and peep forever. I hope they do that again.”
“Excuse
me.”
Deja
turned to face the man with the booming voice, hoping
her jaw didn’t drop. He was gigantic, dwarfing them.
Tall
chocolate and sexy to boot.
Even
Nadja
and
Taleena
were shocked silent. “Sorry.” The three shuffled in
haste to get out of the way of the towering giant. He offered them a mock
salute and disappeared through the doors.
Deja
took her spot back and noticed all sound stopped. She
narrowed her gaze to see the reason and figured in twenty seconds or less they
would be busted. The new player was pointing to the door and talking.
“What?”
Taleena
pushed her aside to have a looksee. “Oh, well
it’s not our men coming so we’re safe.”
Taleena
could hold onto her false sense of security if she
wished.
The
guy that came close to them took a good look and hollered. “Not my girlfriend
or my baby mama.”
“His
sexy factor just dropped dramatically.”
Nadja
grimaced and she totally agreed with her.
“I
hate that term.” She shook her head as the door opened. The young playa
motioned for them to come in. Her instincts told her to turn tail and leave.
Instead the three of them entered side by side.
Deja
scoped for a place to blend. Who was she kidding? They all stuck out like sore
thumbs. “Hi.” She braved a smile at Derek, not missing the sexy way he tucked
the ball under his arm, bracing it against his hip as he jogged over to her.
“Everything okay babe?”
“
Mhm
.”
She darted a nervous glance
at her coconspirators.
“Bro
hurry up, we’re
coolin
’ down here. One week it’d be
nice to be able to play without distraction.” Other players nodded in
sentiment.
“Sorry.
They’re leaving.” He stared her down daring her to argue, turned and jogged
back to Jason and
Donato
.
Deja
swallowed hard.
Taleena
and
Nadja
wore the same guilty as charged expression she could only imagine on her face.
Caught
in the act, they left, each knowing choice words and punishment likely waited
on the horizon.
“What’s
our course of action?”
Deja
zipped her coat up. “I can take one for the team.”
“Nah
girl, we all are guilty we can’t let you take one for us,
preggo
or not.”
“Head or sex.
Maybe both.
We hit
them as soon as they walk through the door, taking their mind off our
unannounced visit,”
Taleena
piped up and walked them
through the perfect seduction scene.
“Somehow
I don’t see Derek falling for that.”
Deja
had to give
Taleena
credit for a good idea. Hot sex sounded like
a perfect distraction. On that note they parted company.
Chapter Eight
Derek
let himself into the condo. The shower at the gym removed the sweat and grime
but not his irritation.
When I get a hold
of
Deja
. There’d be a compromise on what was
allowed in their relationship and what wasn’t.
Respect and
boundaries.
Women.
Rather…his woman.
When he’d asked the
so-called gym gatekeeper why the women had been allowed in for the scant moment
it took to knock their game out of whack, he’d been given a bullshit excuse of
his woman needing to see him because she was having a pregnant moment. He knew
well enough that was a line of crap. Though irritated, the group of vixens
strategized well since no one ever concocted that story before to gain entry
into the club.
His
workout bag hit the floor with a thud as he let go of the strap and stepped
inside.
“
Deja
.”
“In the bathroom waiting for you.”
Came
the reply from honey sweet sounding lips.
Intrigued,
he toed off his shoes and walked to meet her. He expected to find her soaking
in the Jacuzzi, not wearing a sexy red silk kimono, the sash loose enough to
give a hint of her beautiful body. His dick jerked from the erotic sight of her
bending over the warm water, sprinkling blue salts in the water.
“You
look
fuckable
.” Not his best comment by far. Each
time she moved, he got a new glimpse of chocolate smooth skin. He envisioned
the robe completely open, her under him, giving him a chance to explore each
inch as though he was doing so for the first time.
The ending
result—taking her slow and hard.
In the water, out of the water, didn’t
matter, so long as he was buried to the hilt inside her.
Deja’s
eyes widened at his open appraisal, her lips opened.
He thought she’d speak, but no. She licked her bottom lip, making him wonder
what was going on in that sexy head of hers. He enjoyed seeing her as affected
as he. So he waited and would outwait her until she spoke.
“Come.
First, for a nice soak in the tub, and then I’ll give you a nice oil massage.
I’m here to take care of you.”
What new game is this?
He
peeled off his shirt with slow precision, wadded the cloth and shot it across
the short room, banking the ball off the wall into the hamper.
“Show
off.”
Deja
sauntered up to him with the sway in her
hips he loved so much. He reached to touch her face only to receive a smarting
sting on the top of his hand. Nostrils flared, he resolved she’d feel the sting
of his hand before the night was through. Her nimble fingers slipped into his
shorts and boxers and gave a good yank. His dick jerked against his belly,
freed from tight confines. “If you really want to take care of me…”
“
Ohh
, so tempting, but no.”
Saucy woman.
She crooked her finger and motioned for him to
follow her, and he did.
Deja
led him into the water
without shucking the kimono. No, she tortured him with sweet looks and flirty
sounds as she came to stand behind him, her hair skimming across his shoulders.
“Uh, uh.
Sit up,” she instructed just when he’d relaxed, reclining
his head. The jets hit his sore muscles right on point.
“What’s
that smell?” The water felt softer to him and good, the warmth seeping into his
bones.
“I
put some almond oil on my hands and Provence lavender sea salts in the water.
Lavender is good for rejuvenating, de-stressing,”
she
kissed his nape, “…and calming. Now shush, they won’t hurt your Jacuzzi and you
need to learn how to let go and relax.” She had a valid point. He had a hard
time letting go of everything. He found himself unable to concentrate the
second her fingers began to unwind the tension in his body.
“Baby,
where did you learn how to work out muscle kinks and why is this the first time
you’ve
worked on me?” He wanted to groan in pleasure
at the way her hands felt on his body in a nonsexual way. Her tender, firm
touch drove every thought out of his mind except feeling her. Now and then a
scrap of fabric would slide against his cheek, her sweet breath on his neck.
How on earth could he be so relaxed and rock hard at the same time?
“Come
on in the water with me.” He placed his hand over hers, stalling her next round
of kneading.
“I’m
sorry handsome, no can do. But if you’re ready for me to rub your body
down ,we
can—”
Derek
rose to step out cutting off her sentence.
“I
was going to say take this to the bedroom.”
Deja
handed him a towel. Her body shook with laughter until it came in giggles out
of her mouth. She knelt before him with a towel, working her way up, drying his
body with gentle hands. As she patted his ball sack dry, her face being close
to his cock elicited a guttural growl. His dick flexed, tapping her nose.
Her reaction, a soft laugh.
“Tell
him to behave.” She leaned back to kiss the crown and rose. Derek snorted in
response. She wrapped her hand around the base, tugged and took a step. Thank
the
gods,
he’d bought a master bath attached to the
bedroom. He let her lead him to the bed, his teeth grinding as her hand stroked
base to tip with each step, cocooning him in her oil slicked palm.
“You
like playing with fire.”
Precum
filled the slit of
his cock.
Deja
ran her fingertips up the tip and
swirled the drops.
“On your stomach on the middle of the bed.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
He waited for her to release her hold, when
she didn’t he cleared his throat.
‘Oh,
you do need that hmm.”
He
obeyed her command, lying prone on the bed. A wisp of silk brushed against his
ass sending goose bumps over his skin. The heat from her bare pussy teased him.
Derek forced himself to lie still and let her have her fun. When she dropped
the kimono, it pooled on his calves, but instead of brushing the silk off, the
flip of a lid and then the weight of a container hitting the bed stole his
attention.
“So
we’re clear my ass is off limits.”
“Why
Derek, I never had any intention of sliding a finger up that hole.”
Deja’s
innocent act didn’t fool him. She might not have
thought of it but he was making damn sure she knew his stance. Greasing him up
was one thing, invading the no touch zone was
another.
“All right.”
Warm hands moved over his lower back. The
inability to see her bothered him.
Deja
used the heel
of her palms, gliding over his slick skin. Her incredible technique raised his
ardor. When she rose up to begin another pass, he flipped over. The lovely
sight of her straddling his body appeased a small piece of his lust.
“You naughty man.
I wasn’t done yet.”
Deja
touched her lips to his for the briefest of moments before sliding down his
body to take him down her throat in a long single suck. Closing his eyes, Derek
placed his hands behind his head. The way her lips wrapped him in moist heat was
all a man could ask for. He surged his hips up, driving into her mouth as she drew
him in. His orgasm hit hard, fast filling her mouth with his seed. He heard her
swallow and mumble, unable to keep his eyes open.
Pitch
black surrounded him when he woke. A glance at the bedside clock read five in
the morning.
Deja
slumbered on, one leg draped over
his middle, an arm under her head and the other on his chest. He turned to
dislodge himself without waking her and slid out of bed. A trip to the john was
in order.
While
taking a pisser, he recalled what led him to pass out and shook his head.
Way to go what
am
I…a teen again?
After
he flushed, washed his hands, tossed water on his face and brushed his teeth,
he attempted to recall the last time he’d fallen asleep like that, and for the
entire night.
Normally, he caught a
few hours here and there…and never more than four or five tops. The nights he’d
recently spent with
Donato
and the guys were the
closest he’d come to restful sleep. After a match, he was so mentally exhausted
his brain shut down. The fact he didn’t see to
Deja’s
needs pissed him off.
On the flip side, having her suck him
down to oblivion—what a way to go.
In
the dim light from the bathroom he watched her still silhouette on the bed,
legs and arms thrown akimbo, he’d never get back into bed without waking her.
His gaze fell to her bared parts. She’d kicked the sheets down enough to give
him a tantalizing view. Derek left the bathroom door ajar and crept back with
renewed intent, suddenly craving a
taste,
her legs
were spread at the right angle for him to fit.