Black Butterfly

by Tiffany Patterson

  He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “You have no idea,” he growled.

  Oh shit, Stacey thought as her stomach muscles tightened. It only took one look down towards Andre’s lap to see he was clearly aroused and...big. Stacey swallowed a lump in her throat. Was she even ready to have sex with Andre? It had been a long time since she had been intimate with a man outside of some heavy petting.

  Within minutes, they were pulling up to the parking lot of her building. Andre parked, rushed out his car door, and hurried to her door to open it before Stacey could even remove her seatbelt. When they reached the door to her condo, Andre took the keys from Stacey’s hand and pressed her back against the door. He leaned over, his lips lightly touching hers.

  “Invite me in,” he said just above a whisper.

  “Um, uh,” Stacey sputtered. She couldn’t think with his lips on hers. “I’m not sure—”

  “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Invite me in,” Andre insisted, cutting off her response with a kiss to her lips.

  Hesitating, Stacey stared into his eyes. Though she wasn’t sure how far she was ready to go with Andre just yet, something in his eyes told her she was safe with him. “Come in,” she whispered.

  Before the words were even out of her mouth, Andre had inserted her key in the lock and opened the door. Stacey entered, Andre following closely. She flicked on the lights.

  “Um, do you want something to drink?” she asked. “I have water, tea, and coffee.”

  “Some coffee would be great. Black,” he told her as he strolled to her living room area.

  Stacey’s shoulders’ sagged in relief. Some distance between them was exactly what she needed to think clearly. She busied herself by preparing a couple of cups of coffee with her Keurig.

  “I know you said black, but I brought creamer and sugar just in case,” she called as she entered the living room.

  He stood admiring the books on her coffee table. When he saw her carrying the tray he strolled over, casually took the tray from her, and placed it on the table.

  “Thank you,” he said, lifting a coffee mug to his lips and sipping.

  Stacey watched as his lips wrapped around the edge of the mug, and instantly her core grew warm. She bent, picking up the mug and creamer, needing to distract herself from watching the movement of his lips.

  Andre bent, picking up the book that laid on top of the magazines on her coffee table. “A Life in Motion. Misty Copeland. You’re a fan?” he asked referring to her autobiography he held in his hand.

  Stacey’s lips quirked up into a reverent smile as she nodded. “She’s marvelous,” she said, smiling at the petite woman who stood en pointe in the photograph on her book cover. Stacey not only had the hardcover version, but the e-book on her Kindle. She’d read the book at least three times and often reread her favorite excerpts.

  “How long did you dance ballet?” Andre asked, bringing Stacey back from her reverie.

  Her eyes widened. “How did you know?”

  “You move like not even gravity itself can hold you down. You can dance just about any version of dance there is. Grace and poise pour out of you without you even trying. The same type of poise I’ve seen from some of the best ballerina dancers in the world as they performed on stage at the Met. How long were you a ballerina?”

  Stacey was shocked. She had no idea he’d watched her so closely, but he seemed to know her without her telling him.

  “From the age of two,” she said answered.

  “Until?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “A few years ago,” she said bringing her coffee mug to her lips. Her former life wasn’t one she opened up about easily. She lowered her mug and stared down into the light brown liquid, not wanting to think about how painful the end of her ballet career had been.

  Noticing the far off look on her face, Andre put his own mug and the book down, and plucked Stacey’s coffee cup out of her hand.

  “Come here,” he said pulling her to him. He nuzzled her neck with his nose, inhaling deeply.

  “Have I told you how fucking good you smell?” His words brought on another shiver.

  “No, but feel free to tell me,” she joked. She felt the rumble in Andre’s chest against her hand as he chuckled.

  “You smell like the sweetest ambrosia ever created. I wonder if your lips taste as sweet,” he said before taking her lips once again. He pulled her down onto her couch, pressed her back into the couch and covered her with his body.

  Stacey felt his kiss all the way to her toes. She let her hands run up and down his strong back before she brought them to cup his face. She allowed her fingers to scrape against the hairs of his beard.

  Andre pulled back, staring down at her. “Those lips are sweet, but they’re not the lips I was talking about.” The look he gave Stacey caused a saturation around the very lips he referred to. Moving swiftly, Andre eased himself down Stacey’s body and moved his hands up her thighs under her dress until he reached her heated core.

  “I want to taste you here.” He cupped her wet mound.

  At the touch of his hand on her so intimately, Stacey moaned and spread her legs wider. She saw the look in Andre’s eyes as he bent his head while lifting her dress up her waist. In that moment, Stacey didn’t care about how long she’d known Andre, or whether or not this was just a one-time thing for him. She wanted what his eyes were promising.

  He bent his head and grasped the edge of her black lace panties with his teeth, pulling them down her thighs all the while keeping his eyes on hers. When he completely removed her panties, instead of discarding them on the floor, he stuffed them in his back pocket and winked at her.

  “I like souvenirs,” he said.

  Stacey nearly came from the wanton expression in his face. “Andre,” she moaned just above a whisper.

  “Louder,” he demanded, dipping his head lower.

  Stacey blinked, “Wha-what?” she asked.

  “Say my name louder,” he commanded just before he let his lips make contact with her pussy lips.

  “Ooh,” Stacey gasped when she felt his fingers spread her labia, and his tongue made first contact with her throbbing clit.

  Andre must have liked what he tasted because as soon as he made first contact, he ate her like a man starving. He sucked and allowed his mouth to make love to her most sensitive spot, causing Stacey to see stars.

  “Andre!” she yelled as her back arched off the couch. She could barely keep her hips still.

  “That’s it. Call my name,” he encouraged in between licks. He began making a figure eight motion with his tongue before he drew her clit completely into his mouth. He rolled it between his lips before releasing it, and diving in for more. When he felt Stacey’s thighs tremble, he knew she was close. He doubled his efforts and soon, he felt the dam open as her orgasm shot through her.

  “Ahhh, Andre!” she shouted.

  Andre licked and slurped all her juices before diving in for more. He had no intention of stopping at just one orgasm. He slid one finger into her wet pussy while he let his mouth continue its assault on her still trembling core. He moaned against her pussy lips, enjoying eating her out just as much as she was.

  “Andre, I can’t. Nooo,” she moaned, trying to push his head away, feeling as if a second orgasm might kill her.

  Andre pushed her hand away and placed a strong hand on her hips to keep her from moving away. He had every intention of seeing her come again. He licked, and inserted a second finger into her wetness.

  “Shit, you’re so tight,” he growled. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while he allowed his mouth to eat her. Andre sucked and ate her until he felt the now familiar tremble of her thighs.

  “Aaaanndreee!” Stacey gasped as she came again.

  Not until the last tremor passed through her did Andre finally pull back. He sat up and looked down on her with a heavily lidded gaze.

  “I knew your taste would be addictive,” he said as he leaned d
own so his lips hovered just above hers.

  When she opened her mouth, allowing him access, Stacey could taste herself on him. The moans coming from Andre’s mouth turned her on more than she thought possible. She was ravenous and wanted to have him inside her, but Andre pulled back.

  He lowered her dress, straightening it for her, before he stood and adjusted himself. Stacey could see from the sizeable bulge in his pants that he was just as turned on. Instead of unbuttoning his pants however, he pulled Stacey up from the couch.

  He pulled her into him and stared down into her amber colored eyes for a long moment before placing a tender kiss to her lips. “Walk me to the door, babe,” he said placing his arm around her waist.

  “What, but you—” she was cut off by his kiss.

  “I plan on writing my name on every inch of your delectable pussy. Just not tonight. You’re not ready.”

  Stacey stood there stunned, staring in his eyes that had now darkened to almost a navy blue. She found she could stare in his eyes all day.

  “I have a business dinner tomorrow, but are you free Wednesday night?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts.

  Stacey shook her head, causing a few of her twists to fall free from her braid. “No, I work Wednesday evenings from five to ten,” she said looking at him. Stacey watched as his brows furrowed.

  “That’s late.” His concern was obvious. “Where do you work? Do you always get out so late?”

  Stacey was surprised by the concern she saw etched on his face. His brows furrowed and his gaze narrowed on her eyes. The desire she saw there only moments before was now underscored with worry.

  “Um, I teach yoga and a pole dancing class a couple of days a week. Wednesday is my late class,” she told him.

  “So, you don’t get out until well after dark every Wednesday?” he asked.

  Stacey nodded. “Yes, but I’ve done it for more than a year—”

  “Anything could happen. What studio do you teach at?”

  Stacey’s eyebrows raised. “Why, you thinking of taking up pole dancing?” she joked.

  Andre’s face remained serious. “No, it could be dangerous getting out so late. Is there security at this studio?” he asked glaring at her.

  Stacey rolled her eyes. “No and it’s fine. I’ve never had a problem. I carry pepper spray in my purse.” She smirked at him hoping he’d lighten up.

  “Gimme your phone,” he said, ignoring her little quip.

  “For what?” Stacey wanted to know.

  “I’m going to program my number in it and you’ll call me before you leave the studio and talk to me on your way out, so I know you’re safe,” he said looking around for her purse.

  Stacey remained stunned.

  “Your phone,” Andre insisted.

  Stacey could tell by the look in his eyes that he was very serious about her calling him to make sure she got home safely. She knew he wasn’t leaving without getting assurances from her that she’d call him. Stacey stepped around Andre and proceeded to the kitchen where she’d placed her purse. Pulling out her phone, she entered the passcode and passed it to Andre who was right behind her.

  Andre entered his number and immediately dialed his own so he had her number.

  “Now that that’s out of the way, we’re on for Thursday instead. We can have an early dinner and do something afterwards. I’ll pick you up at six,” he told her before reaching down to pull her into his arms. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, he took another moment to stare down into her eyes before releasing her and turning towards the door.

  “Don’t forget to lock up behind me,” he said over his shoulder.

  Stacey followed him to the door. “Okay, and text or call me when you get in. Just so I know you got in safely,” she instructed.

  Andre turned and smirked at her. “Will do,” he said before stealing another kiss and heading out the door.

  Stacey watched as he strolled down the hall, his head held high and one hand in his pocket as if he owned the world. Just before he stepped onto the elevator, he turned and winked at her, sending a jolt of arousal through her body. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and remembering the bliss he’d just given her with his skilled mouth. It wasn’t until long after she stepped back into her condo, closed, and locked her door that she realized the reason for his smile as his hand rested in his pocket. He’d left with her panties.

  Chapter 6

  “Forty-dollars a share? Come one, Dre. That’s highway robbery!” Jennings insisted, spilling a few drops of his scotch on the sleeve of his dark grey suit jacket as they dined over their steak dinner.

  Jennings had called Andre’s office numerous times after Andre and his team walked out on him almost two weeks ago. Andre had ignored his calls until this week. Jennings finally seemed to come to his senses and realized how much he needed this deal. Now, Andre found himself at dinner with Jennings and two attorneys, each from either side of the aisle trying to broker this deal. Andre told his own lawyer beforehand he was not buying Jennings & Co. for more than forty dollars a share, especially since he’d found out the depth of the company’s debt since the younger Jennings took over.

  “Maybe we should speak with Nikola about this. I mean, he is the CEO,” Jennings tried one last time to press his luck.

  This asshole just doesn’t learn, Andre chuckled to himself. This was a tactic a few other potential business partners had tried with Andre. They figured since Nikola was the CEO, and Andre the CFO, Nik’s opinion had more weight. They tried to go over Andre’s head. What they didn’t know, and what Jennings was soon to find out, was that speaking to Andre was just as good as speaking to Nik. Both brothers owned an equitable share in the company’s shares. Andre held just as much weight as Nikola in the running of Excel.

  “Oh, really? You think that’s a good idea? Let’s call him right now,” Andre said removing his phone from his pocket.

  “What are you doing?” Jennings asked, the once brash look on his face dropping.

  “I’m calling the CEO of Excel so he can tell you exactly what the fuck I just told you.” Andre sent Jennings a glare before staring down at his phone to dial Nikola.

  Jennings must have sensed that Andre wasn’t bluffing because he soon changed his tone. “I-I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said, his shoulders now slumping a bit.

  “Why? ‘Cause you know that forty-dollars a share is generous and that you have no other choice?” Andre asked, placing the phone to his ear as it rang.

  “I just think the company is worth more than that,” Jennings defended.

  “Oh right, like you knew your company’s earnings last year? You and I both know you’re full of shit. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t need this deal. You know it, I know it, and the expression on your lawyer’s face tells me he knows it,” Andre said, motioning towards the man sitting at the right of Jennings whose face was turning an interesting shade of red. “Cut the shit. Sign the papers so we can all go home,” Andre finished just as Nikola answered the phone.

  “What?” Nikola answered, seeing it was his brother on the line.

  “Well, hello to you too,” Andre stated sarcastically as he watched Jennings’ expression turn to one of resignation, just before he picked up the pen that sat in the middle of the table.

  Jennings began going through the paperwork and signing where his signature was required, finally sealing the deal.

  “Hello, Andre. Got any news for me?” Nikola asked just as sarcastically as Andre’s previous response had been.

  “Yup, just wanted to let you know the Jennings deal is done for forty a share.” He sat back, brought his own drink of scotch on the rocks to his lips, and stared over the brim at Jennings.

  “Good. I’ve got some bedtime stories to go read. Bye,” Nikola said abruptly hanging up the phone.

  Andre chuckled again as he hung up the phone. “Nik, says it was a pleasure doing business with you,” he said putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll have my attorne
y file the paperwork and send you the copies once they’re all filed. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Andre said gathering the signed documents, sticking them in his briefcase and standing.

  “So, you’re just going to rush off?” Jennings asked looking half shocked, half angered.

  Andre was too preoccupied to care. He’d spent months on this deal to almost have that time wasted by a spoiled rich kid whose father was probably rolling over in his grave right now. Andre was about business, and now that business was over, it was time to go.

  “Sure am. I’m sure I won’t be missed. I’ve left my tab open with the waitress, tip included, so enjoy yourselves on me. Night, gentlemen,” Andre finished, adjusting his silver suit jacket, shaking hands with all the men at the table and heading out.

  Andre missed the look of contempt Jennings threw his way as he left.

  On his way out of the restaurant, Andre’s cell rang. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he saw it was Maria calling and immediately hit the ignore button. He scrolled through his contacts to call the other woman he was itching to speak with.

  “Didn’t you just get off the phone with my husband?”

  Andre could hear the smile in Devyn’s voice as she answered the phone. “Sure did, and he’s a poor conversationalist,” he responded and smiled at Devyn’s laughter on the other end.

  “What’s up?” she asked.

  “I need a favor,” he said, tossing his briefcase in the passenger seat and sliding in behind the steering wheel.

  “What do you need?” she asked skeptically.

  “I know it’s gonna cost me, but I need some very important information about a certain someone,” he hedged.

  “I was wondering when this call was gonna come. What do you want to know about Stacey and what are you willing to give up to get it?” she asked.

  “How’s a free weekend of babysitting services sound?”

  “Sounds like you really want this information. Tell me what you want to know first and I’ll tell you my answer,” she hedged.

  “All right...” he began as he pulled out of the restaurant’s parking lot and pointed his car in the direction of his condo.