by Marilyn Lee
“I'll call her.”
“You do that, but see that you don't get there first, Damien,” he warned. “I need lots of pussy and if I arrive and find you fucking her, I will kick your half-white ass all the way back to Jamaica.”
“Who the hell are you calling half-white? I'm black, Clay. Got it?”
He shook his head. Most of the time, Damien's skin was paler than his. His younger brother's insistence on embracing his black heritage exclusively, despite his pale skin, straight, dark hair, and green eyes, had always annoyed the hell out of their father. “Tell that to Dad.”
“I have, but you white people are so damned touchy and Dad's no exception.”
Clay laughed and hung up. Three hours later, he lay between the long, dark legs of a pretty, passionate woman, who moaned with desire and raked her long nails down his back as she came around his thrusting cock.
After she lay quiet under him, keeping his cock in her pussy, he rolled them over. He lay on his back with her on top, still impaled on him. “All right?” he asked softly, stroking his hands over her ass.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. She brushed her lips against his. “Do you know your dick feels better every time we fuck?”
He smiled and slapped her ass. “Ditto for your pussy.”
“Hmmm.” She rubbed her big, warm breasts against his chest. “You're just saying that because it's true.”
He laughed and licked her lips. Lord, he loved a sexually confident woman.
She lifted her upper body and glanced over her shoulder. “So? Are you going to stand there all afternoon playing with that big, delicious dick of yours, handsome, or are you going to come join the party?”
Damien, naked and aroused, pushed himself away from the closed bedroom door, and crossed the room to the bed. He picked up the lube lying on the nightstand and got on the bed.
Grinding herself on Clay's cock, she reached back to part her ass cheeks. “Lube me up, gorgeous, bring your tight ass and your big, sugar dick over here, and shove it deep up my ass.”
Moments later, with Damien kneeling between their legs, Cami moaned against Clay's lips as Damien thrust his entire cock into her ass with one hard movement.
Damien reached between their bodies and cupped his hands over Cami's breasts. He lifted her slowly until Clay's cock slipped out of her pussy and she kneeled on the bed, grinding her ass against Damien's groin. She leaned back against him, linking her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “Oh, yes, Damien, your cock feels so good ... as if it was made just for my ass.”
“It was.” Damien slipped a hand down her body to stroke her pussy, closed his eyes, and groaned softly as he gently fucked her. “Oh, damn, Cami, I've been dreaming about you and this big, black ass of yours for weeks.”
“Why didn't you call me, gorgeous? You know this ass is yours anytime you want it ... anytime at all.”
“That's all the time.”
Sighing in resignation, Clay rolled onto his side. He rose and discarded the condom he clearly would have no further need of. Leaving them alone, he walked into the adjourning bathroom.
When he returned to the bedroom after a fifteen-minute shower, Damien lay on his back on the bed. Cami sprawled between his legs. Clay could see the clear outline of Damien's cock against one of her cheeks.
As he dressed, he watched her suck Damien's cock with a heat and hunger that made him hard again. When Damien clamped his hands over the back of her head and came, she kept her lips over him, swallowing his cum.
Damien groaned and lay against the bed.
Cami released his cock and rose onto her knees. She turned to look at Clay, her dark brown eyes glowing, and a satisfied smile on her lips. “Are you leaving?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
She walked across the room and looked up at him. “Why?”
“This feels like three’s a crowd.”
She glanced at Damien before looking up at him again. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He shook his head slowly. “No.”
“Good.” She smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Drive safely,” she told him and climbed back on the bed to lie between Damien's legs.
Damien was still aroused and Clay watched in dismay as she lifted her hips, pressed Damien's bare cock against her slit, and sank down on it, driving it up into her pussy.
“Oh, my God, you have the sweetest dick in existence, you gorgeous boy.”
Instead of protesting, Damien wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled her onto her back. “That's what I'm thinking about your pussy, baby. This has got to be the sweetest, tightest, juiciest cunt ever.”
“And it's all yours, handsome.”
“That's what I want to hear.” He kissed her as he began fucking her hard and fast, thrusting his cock in her with all the hunger of a man discovering the joys of fucking for the first time.
Disturbed that they were having unprotected sex, Clay turned and left them alone. The sounds of their combined moans and groans filled his ears as he let himself out of her apartment.
Chapter Two
“You look tired. Didn't you get a chance to rest after your flight yesterday, Clayton?”
Clay sat back in his seat, flexing his shoulder muscles. He studied the woman seated in one of the two black leather chairs in front of his desk. With her smooth, clear, dark chocolate skin and dark, warm eyes, at fifty-nine, Betty Johns was one of the most important people in his world. Having been with Fra-Tech, the electronics company he chaired, and a family friend for nearly twenty-five years, she was far more than an executive assistant.
She had been the one constant in his life during the turbulent years before his parents openly began dating other people. During that time, she had been his father’s secretary.
When he had been sent to school in England, she had moved there to be near him and became like a second mother to him. He told her things he'd never even shared with Cami. Although Cami would never break a confidence, when he felt battered and bruised, seeking Betty out felt natural. While his mother was loving and always willing to listen, she was overly emotional and too prone to panic and cry when either he or Amber had a problem. Betty, on the other hand, while also being loving, rarely allowed her emotions to control her.
He could tell her anything, but since she had never approved of his and Damien's shared relationship with Cami, he decided not to mention having seen Cami the day before. He shrugged. “I'll be all right. I just need a few days to get acclimated to being home again.
“It feels like we've just spent months implementing upgrades Damien and I are confident will expedite our expansion to the West Coast.” He sighed. “You know the only company standing in the way is Calder Technologies.”
“We outbid them last year to win that multimillion-dollar government contract and we can do it again.”
“We were lucky to --”
She shook her head, running a hand over her short, natural hair. “Luck had nothing to do with it, Clay. You and everyone in this company worked long, hard hours for that contract. We earned that contract.”
He nodded. “You’re right, but the Calder Tech people are formidable competitors.”
“Yes they are, but we beat them once, we'll do our best to do it again.”
He wasn't so sure he shared Betty's confidence. He shrugged. “Maybe so, but if we're going to make a run at that and continue with our expansion plans, I think we both need a break. Now that Damien's on board, we can leave everything in his hands for a bit.”
Betty was a workaholic and he was pleased when she nodded. “I think you're right. I think I'll head to the Islands for a week or so. What about you? How did your vacation go?”
He raked a hand through his hair. “You know how things are. The two weeks I spent with Dad and Velva were fine. The last three weeks with Mom, Xavier, and Amber were anything but. I'm feeling a little stressed.” He smiled suddenly. “It's time I played a little.”
“You're going to need
to head west soon,” she warned.
He nodded. “I know. You'll oversee all the arrangements?”
“Yes. What about you?”
He grinned. “I'm going to find some luscious lovely to occupy me.”
“This Sharde ... did she hurt you?”
“I wanted her more than I've wanted anyone else in a very long time, but I'm a big boy. I know when it's time to move on and I'll be doing that with my heart still in one piece.”
She sighed. “I’m glad to hear that. Do you have anything lined up?”
He shook his head. “No. I'll just play it by ear.”
“You know, Clay, if you settled down with one woman --”
He held up a hand. “When I meet someone I want to settle down with, I will.”
“Will you? Clay, most men are married with growing kids in their early to mid-thirties.”
“I'm not most men and I have no desire to marry, but I will settle down and have kids one of these days.”
She sighed. “Okay. End of lecture.”
He rose, stretching and rolling his shoulders. He walked around his desk, put his hands on her shoulders, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Have a great time in Jamaica. And if you need anything ...”
She looked up at him. “I know, Clay. I'll call.”
“And I'll drop everything and come.”
She smiled and patted his hand on her shoulder. “I know that too. You have a good time.”
He straightened. Now that he had decided how to spend the next few days before his West Coast trip, he felt more relaxed. “Oh, I plan to.”
* * *
“We went to a lot of trouble and expense and, trust me, girl, you are going to enjoy this whether you like it or not. Period. So get used to the idea.”
Darbi Raymond sighed and looked at the women seated in the two chairs opposite her desk. The dark, smooth face of each one bore a determined look. When Jadan and Willow were on a mission, they were nearly impossible, but she was just as resolute.
“Look, you both know I appreciate your concern, but I'm leaving for L.A. tonight and I don't have time for ...” She glanced at the fancy red envelope on her desk.
Jadan rolled her eyes. “Look, it's time you had some fun, Darbi.” She glanced at the envelope and smiled. “And trust me, you'll have more than a little fun with him.”
Darbi arched a brow. “Have you and he ...?”
Jadan shook her head. “I've never had the pleasure of having Sarro dance for me alone, but trust me, he is hot with a capital H, girl.” She looked at Willow, who placed a hand against her chest and pretended to swoon.
Darbi smiled, glanced at her watch, and rose. “I hate to rush you, but I really have to get going if I'm going to make my plane tonight.”
As Jadan and Willow rose, Darbi picked up the red envelope and offered it to first Jadan and then to Willow. Both of her friends smiled and left her office silently, closing the door behind them.
Darbi hesitated and then opened the envelope. The card inside read,
“The bearer is entitled to a private, romantic evening with exotic dancer Sarro.”
For a moment, Darbi stared at the card, allowing her thoughts free rein. She hadn't been on a date in over three years. It might be nice to spend a few hours with a sexy, exotic dancer. She moistened her lips. Maybe he'd even give her a lap dance. And just maybe --
She gave an angry shake of her head. She did not have time to surrender to lust. Once she had completed the West Coast trip successfully, there might be time to get horny and laid. Even then, after a broken marriage and two bad relationships, she'd decided to embrace a second virginity until she met a man who was ready to make a firm commitment to her. If she could manage that, she was confident the incessant need she felt to be loved would be suppressed. Love hurt, but passion, fueled by commitment, would be something she could be content, if not happy with.
Later that afternoon, while trying to work on the flight to L.A., Darbi found her thoughts wandering to the envelope she'd left on her desk. Left on her desk. She closed her eyes briefly. Left on her desk for anyone who had occasion to have to go into her office to find and read.
Oh, well. Abandoning thoughts of fine-tuning her presentation, she turned off her laptop. Putting it in the overhead luggage rack, she sat back in her seat, closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts to turn back to the red envelope.
She sighed. Jadan was probably right. She had been too long without sensual contact with a man. Her sexual toys notwithstanding, she did miss the feel and weight of a lover's body lying on and against hers. There was nothing quite like lying in bed on her stomach with her hands curled into fists as a big, hard, ebony cock plowed in and out of her pussy or her ass ... after she'd sucked it to get it nice and hard.
Cock. Lord, she wanted some cock. She moistened her lips and wished she were alone with her favorite toy pressed against her clit as she fantasized about a real fuck with a real live man ... a man who would eat her pussy and suck her breasts and get her so hot she was nearly ready to come with the first stroke of his cock.
Her pussy ached and her cheeks burned as she fantasized what Sarro would look like. Since Jadan and Willow knew she liked her men tall, dark, and well hung, he would look like Boris Kodjoe, have a Denzel Washington smile, the swagger and self-confidence of Wesley Snipes, and a big, hard, pussy-stretching and pleasing dick like her ex, Martin.
Although having Martin dump her for another woman had hurt, what she missed most about him was his big, hard, wicked cock. Recalling the pleasure he had dispensed with that bad boy sent a rush of heat down her spine. With her entire body aching for fulfillment, she knew she'd been a fool not to accept Jadan and Willow's gift of a few hours with this Sarro.
How was she supposed to stay celibate when just the thought of sex made her so hot? She rose and made her way to the restroom. Inside, she leaned against the door, taking slow, deep breaths. Get a grip, girl. There's nothing you can do about sex now, but when you get home, you are getting laid. She nodded. After she’d been laid, she'd decide if this second virginity thing was worth another try.
She returned to her seat and forced herself to work until they arrived at LAX. In the cab on the way to her hotel, she called Sharde and asked her to move the envelope off her desk.
“What shall I do with it?”
She hesitated. “Toss it.”
“Are you sure, Darbi? If you don’t mind my saying so, you could stand to ... unwind a little.”
She cast her gaze ceiling ward. “Okay. Keep it and I’ll decide what to do with it when I return.”
“Okay. Have a good trip.”
“Thanks.” She slipped her cell phone in her shoulder bag and sank back against her seat. She closed her eyes and allowed her thoughts to dwell on sex until she arrived at the hotel.
It seemed to take an eternity to check in and get into her room. Finally, after tipping the bell cap, Darbi closed and locked her hotel room door. Her thoughts still on sex, she stripped down to her thong and bra. Usually when she traveled, fearful of having her sex toys discovered by airport security, she'd been using her electric shaver to relieve her sexual tension. This trip, she'd removed the batteries, and brought along some of her favorite toys in her carry-on luggage.
She took the oversized cosmetic bag from her luggage, spread several items on the bed, replaced the batteries in both devices, fiddled with the stereo system until she located a smooth jazz station, and then lay on the cool sheets with her legs parted.
She lubed the medium sized, ebony vibrator, turned it on low, and pressed it against her thong over her clit. After several moments, when she felt a nice buzz, she turned the vibrator to medium, removed the thong, and sighed in anticipation as she slowly moved the head along the length of her slit. She rotated her hips and eased her breasts out of her bra. She touched the head against her clit. A tingle danced down her spine.
Moaning softly, she eased several inches between her wet folds and into her aching pussy. N
ot satisfied, she slid the entire shaft inside. Reaching down to the base, she turned it to high and rolled onto her stomach.
With the vibrator buried in her pussy, she rubbed her hands over her nipples until they hardened. Then, thrusting her hips down onto the vibrating cock, she began to fuck her pussy onto the shaft. She felt a different type of tension building in her as she attempted to thrust herself to an orgasm.
Although the vibrator created a pleasant tingle in her pussy, the orgasm she longed for eluded her. She needed additional stimulation. She rolled onto her back and sat up, using her internal muscles to keep the vibrator buried in her cunt. Picking up a tube of anal ease lying on the bed, she coated the remaining vibrator. Turning onto her side, she pressed the tip against her anus.
As the tip penetrated her, she turned the vibrator to medium. Then, she slid onto her back. She pushed her hips down, slowly forcing the entire slender, ebony vibrator up into her body.
Oh, yeah. With her pussy and ass filled, she sighed. Now that felt very nice. She rolled back onto her stomach. Closing her eyes, she slowly fucked herself on the vibrator in her pussy. Reaching back, she grasped the handle of the anal vibrator and moved it in and out of her ass.
The pleasant buzz continued in her body, but a climax still eluded her. After several, long, frustrating minutes, she moaned. “Oh, damn!” Her toys, usually so reliable, just weren't getting the job done. “I need a real dick.”
“Funny you should mention that. I was just lying in the tub there thinking my hand was okay, but I needed some pussy. You need cock. Will this one do?” a deep, masculine voice asked.
Darbi gasped and bolted into a sitting position, heat rushing up into her cheeks. She must have left the door unlocked. She glanced towards the door, expecting to see the bell cap. Quickly noting the closed door, she frowned. The voice must have come from the stereo.
“Over here.”
Her head snapped around, her gaze moving wildly around the room. She turned her attention towards the door she assumed led into the bathroom and gasped again.
