by Marilyn Lee
“You would?”
“Oh yeah.”
“And I’d be more than happy to have you eat it.”
He smiled. “So it's a date, then?”
“Yes.”
“What time do you want me to come?”
“Eightish?”
“I'll be there. Can I bring anything ... breakfast? Do you want to eat out or shall I stop somewhere and pick something up?”
“Let's eat in. Do you like pancakes and sausages? Home fries ... grits?”
“I was born in the South, but I wasn't raised there. I can do without the grits.”
“Where were you raised?”
“When I was five months old, my parents moved to Jamaica. I had a live-in tutor for six years before I was sent to school in England when I was ten. After graduation from college, I accepted a job in Philly and moved here, where I've been ever since. Philly is home now.”
“So no grits for you?”
“No, but I like my pancakes well done and thin and my home fries without onions.”
“Got it. So I'll see you tomorrow morning around eight?”
“Yes.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
He hung up the phone.
“So are we still on for tonight or are you going to be too busy eating chocolate pussy to take me dancing?”
He clenched is teeth and swung around. “Is that your idea of privacy, Amber? If it is, don't be surprised when you find me listening on the other end of your phone calls!”
She blanched and averted her gaze. “Okay, so I shouldn't have listened. I'm sorry.”
“Don't be sorry. Just don't do it again or I promise you, I might forget myself and spank your narrow behind!”
“You wouldn't dare!”
“Keep trying me and we'll both find out if I'd dare.” He gave her a cool look and left the weight room. He stalked to his bedroom. With his gaze on the red roses sitting on his nightstand, he called Jamaica. “Mom, we need to talk about Amber.”
“What about her? Has Paul found her? Oh, Clayton, is, my baby okay? You haven’t allowed him to hurt her, have you?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. “Calm down, Mom. She's fine, but having her here is ... inconvenient. I'm sending her home.”
“You can't! Xavier is away on business and you know how impossible she can be when her father's not home.”
He resisted the urge to say Xavier wasn't much good at handling Amber when he was home. He’d spoiled and pampered her until she was a certified brat. “Mom, I --”
“Both Amber and I are depending on you, Clayton. You have three bedrooms and a big pool to help tire her out. How can having her there be inconvenient ... unless ... oh, Clayton, surely your love life isn't more important than your little sister! Will it kill you to forego a few dates for your sister's well-being?”
He clenched his jaw. His mother was a pro at making him feel guilty for things that were not his fault. One of these days he was going to put his foot down. But not today. “Fine, Mom. She can stay for a few weeks, but then --”
“Thank you, Clayton! I don't know what I'd do without your help with her. Xavier tries, but she wraps him around her finger with very little effort and I'm desperate to keep her away from Paul.”
He wasn’t sure she was being kept away from Paul. Who had she been planning to meet the night before? Clearly he would need to keep a closer eye on Amber.
He reassured his mother and hung up. Plucking the small card from the roses, he opened it.
I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Darbi.
Smiling, he stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. If not for Amber's presence, he could spend the entire weekend with Darbi instead of just Sunday. He wondered what the chances were of getting Damien to run interference with Amber.
A knock on his bedroom door interrupted his thoughts. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Yes?”
“Are you decent?”
“Yes.”
The door opened and Amber walked in. She sank down onto the bed beside him and slipped her arms around him. “I'm sorry, Clay. I know having me here in a pain in the neck for you.”
He embraced her. “Don't be silly, Amber. You're always welcome here.”
She stared up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. “I promise I won't eavesdrop again.”
He nodded. “I know honey. Now where are you dragging me to tonight?”
“There's this new club I've heard about --”
He hoped his smile concealed his dismay. Another night spent having his hearing ruined at some teenybopper club. If Amber didn't find some friends of her own soon, he'd be deaf before he turned forty.
* * *
The next morning after breakfast, Clay stood behind Darbi in her shower. With the warm water cascading over their nude bodies, he rained kisses against her ear as he cupped her breasts in his hands. Her ass was warm and tight and with the first full stroke into it, he felt as if he were in heaven.
“I love your beautiful ass almost as much as I love your sweet pussy,” he whispered.
She tightened her anal muscles around his cock, sending incredible sensations through him. His stomach muscles rippled at the exquisite pressure surround his cock. Darbi was the first woman in years, other than Cami, who could take his entire cock in her ass without squirming in an effort to dislodge a few inches.
Each time he thrust his cock balls deep in her, a jolt of unbridled lust and desire thundered through him. Tightening his hands on her breasts, he struggled not to come. He was determined to ensure he satisfied her before he released his tenuous control and came.
Bending his knees more, he thrust up -- deep, and hard -- in her ass. “Oh, damn, Darbi, you have a sweet ass.”
She moaned and tossed her head against his shoulder. “Oooh ... oooh, Clay! Oooh, God! Oh, God, I'm almost there, Clay! Almost there!”
“Come for me,” he urged, sliding one hand down from her breasts to rub her clit and stroke into her wet pussy. He pulled his hips back and then thrust into her bottom with long, deep, strokes. He felt her ass jigging and fucked her harder. “Come for me, baby.”
“Oooh, Clay!” She cried out, slammed her ass against his groin, rotating her hips wildly.
He shuddered and pinched one of her nipples in an effort to hold back the wave of lust and pleasure washing over him.
“Clay!” She tightened her anal muscles around him as she exploded, drenching his fingers.
Keeping one arm around her waist, he removed his fingers from her pussy and sucked them as he continued pumping into her ass, his climax rapidly building.
She leaned against him, still moaning softly, grinding her big, brown ass against his groin. She reached back and gripped his hips in an apparent effort to draw him in deeper into her.
His control snapped and his orgasm thundered through him. He groaned, gripped her hips, and thrust wildly into her tight passage, his stomach muscles rippling as he came. He’d always loved anal sex, but fucking her ass gave him a pleasure so intense and overwhelming, it bordered on pain. Longing to hold onto the sweet sensations, he eased out of her bottom, ripped off the condom, and turned her around.
With his gaze on her bare, wet slit, he pressed her back against the shower wall. Reaching a hand down to part her slick folds, he gripped his bare cock with his other hand, rubbed the head along her slit, and pressed his cock head against her entrance.
Her eyes flew open and she pressed a hand against his stomach. “Clay?”
“I want some pussy,” he told her, his voice almost unrecognizable.
“Get a condom.”
He shook his head. “I want it now.”
“But, Clay --”
He pushed her hand aside and drove his hips forward. The head of his cock slid between her outer lips and lodged just inside her. He groaned and slipped his hands around her body to cup her ass, intending to slowly impale her on his cock.
Sh
e shook her head. Jerking her hips back, she shoved against his shoulders. “Clay! Wait!”
He tightened his hands on her ass and drew her forward, shuddering as several inches of his cock penetrated her pussy.
“No! Clay! Stop! Now!”
He froze, stared at her for several long moments, and then eased away from her. Realizing how close he'd come to having unprotected sex with her against her will, he groaned and sank to his knees, closing his eyes and clenching his fists in an effort to regain control of himself.
“Clay? What's wrong?”
He opened his eyes. She kneeled in front of him, a frown marring her pretty face. “Clay?”
He shook his head, wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his head against her neck. “Oh, damn, Darbi. You're going to drive me nuts.”
She stroked her hands down his back and laughed. “Sex with me that good for you?”
He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. “Darbi ...”
“Yes?”
He shook his head and stood up. He bent and lifted her to her feet. “I need a shower.”
She smiled. “We're having one.”
“No. I mean I need a cold shower alone. Do me a favor, Darbi, get out of here and go put on lots of clothes.”
She touched his cheek. “It wouldn't have been the end of the world if you'd kept pushing, Clay.”
“Then why did you stop me?”
“Not because I didn't want your naked cock in me as much as you wanted it there. I stopped you because that's a big step we shouldn't take lightly. And I knew you'd regret it later -- just as I would have regretted it if we’d have sex the night we met without protection.”
“I want to be inside you with nothing between us. I want to come in you so badly I don’t know how much longer I can resist the urge.” The admission left him feeling vulnerable and fearful that he was in over his head with her.
She cupped his face between her palms and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “Anytime you want to fuck me without a condom, I'll be ready and willing, Clay.”
For a moment, he was tempted to test her resolve. If he gripped her hips and thrust his bare cock at her again, how would she respond this time? Would she push against his stomach to hold him off or would she part her legs and welcome him into her pussy? For the first time he wondered if she was on the pill or using some other method of birth control.
“Clay?”
He sucked in a deep breath. “Give me some time to cool off, honey.”
“Okay.” She kissed his cheek and stepped out of the stall, pulled the shower cap off her head, and closed the door.
He turned off the hot water and stood shivering under the cool water until he had regained his control.
She'd left the bedroom when he emerged from the bathroom. He dressed quickly and then went into the living room. She stood staring out the patio doors, fully dressed.
He walked over to her, embraced her from behind, and kissed her neck. “I'm sorry I lost my head. I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again.”
She turned in his arms, smiling. “I kind of like that you lost your head. I thought I was going to lose my mind. That was the most intensely sweet ass fuck I've ever had.”
“I hurt you, didn't I?”
She shrugged. “Just a little when you were about to come, but I enjoyed every second of it, Clay. Please don't apologize or be sorry for giving me one of the most incredible experiences of my life.”
He hugged her. “Let's go for a drive. I need to clear my head.”
She linked her arms around his neck. “It’s going to be a beautiful day. Why don’t we have a picnic? I can make sandwiches and we can take blankets.” She smiled at him. “I know of this secluded spot in Fairmount Park.”
He arched a brow. “Why would we need a secluded spot for a picnic?”
She stroked her fingers through his hair. “So we can enjoy our dessert in private, of course. There’s this big rock with a semi level top where we can spread the blankets. I can lean over it, and you can enter me from behind and have your choice of desserts -- pussy or ass. Your choice. Interested?”
With his cock aching, he studied her beautiful face. “You’ve made love there before?”
She sighed softly and nodded. “Would that bother you?”
He shook his head slowly, sliding his hands down to hold her ass. “Why should what happened in the past bother me when you’re mine now?” He slipped his hands into the waistband of her slacks and panties and caressed her ass. “Besides, I’ll make you forget whoever fucked you there.”
She moistened her lips. “It was --”
He pressed his finger against her lips. “It doesn’t matter who it was. All that will matter is what happens there between us today.”
She sucked in a breath. “Aren’t you the confident one?”
He slapped her ass and released her. “Yes, I am. I’ll go get the condoms and lube.”
Later that day after a two-hour drive through various sections of Fairmount Park, naked and aroused, Darbi leaned back against the blankets that covered a large rock, moaning softly.
An equally naked Clay kneeled between her parted legs. With his lips and tongue in constant motion, he finger fucked her ass as he feasted on her pussy. He ate her with a slow hunger that kept her writhing in ecstasy against his mouth. She moaned and shuddered through two wonderful climaxes, before he withdrew his fingers from her ass, and rose.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “That was wonderful, Clay.”
He lips and lower face glistened with her juices. He licked his lips, smiled down at her, and moved between her legs. Leaning over her, he cupped his hands over her breasts. “It’s time for dessert. Ready?”
She nodded, eager to have him slid in whichever of her openings he wanted. “Do you want me to turn over?”
“No. Just lay back, scoot your beautiful ass near the edge, lift your legs for me, and close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes? What ... what are you going to do?”
He massaged her breasts. “Do you trust me?”
“I’m deep in the woods with you naked. Of course I trust you.”
“Then do as you’re told, Darbi.”
The authoritative tone surprised her. “Are you going to turn caveman on me, Clay?”
He narrowed his gaze, his green eyes glittering in the afternoon light. “It’s time you realized you’re my woman and I’m in charge of this relationship. Not you.” He pinched her nipples -- hard.
Even as she gasped, a shudder of pleasure danced down her spine at the new element he introduced in their relationship. Although she had enjoyed chasing him, she liked the idea that he was now ready to take control.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Darbi.”
Her heart racing, she did as he asked. Asked? Ordered was more like it. She caught her breath as he inserted the tip of the lube into her rear.
Using the weight of his upper body to press her legs against her body, he leaned forward, pressing his cock against her ass.
“Yes!” she whispered as he pierced her bottom. She was so aroused she would have welcomed one hard, painful thrust that sent him plowing deep. He had other ideas. Holding her hips, he took possession of her ass with a slow, delicious movement that allowed her to enjoy each inch of the thick, hard cock invading her.
By the time he was balls deep in her, her pussy had flooded again and her bottom felt hot and stretched -- just as she liked it. She licked her lips and cupped her hands over her breasts.
He leaned over her, placing his hands on the blanket beside her body and started to fuck her ass. She knew he had exhausted his patience on the exquisite slide into her and had no plans to linger. From the first few strokes, he fucked her hard and deep, not making an effort to be particularly gentle. With her legs pressed against her body, he achieved deeper penetration than he had earlier in the shower.
The combination of lying on the hard rock and having her ass filled with a l
ong, thick cock sent her lust meter spinning quickly out of control. She shuddered with each semi-painful thrust into her bottom. And when he leaned over further and pinched her nipples, forcing her legs even lower, she cried out, her pussy convulsed, and she came.
Rubbing his palms roughly over her breasts, he fucked her through her climax, eliciting gasps of pleasure-pain from her as he deepened his thrusts with an almost mind-numbing fierceness before he groaned her name, slammed his hips against her ass, driving his cock in as deep as he could get it, called out her name again, and came.
He lay against her, touching his lips against hers. “My woman ... my pussy ... my ass. Mine. All mine.”
Her position was highly uncomfortable, but she had enjoyed the rough fuck. “Oh, God, yes! Yes, Clay! I’m yours!”
“Damn right you are.” He pressed a quick kiss against her lips before he lifted his body, withdrew from his cock from her, and sliding his hands along her legs, allowed her to lower them.
She rose on shaking legs and leaned against his damp chest, feeling weak and stiff.
He lifted her head and stared down at her, a smile on his handsome face. “Damn, that was good.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
He arched a brow. “Don’t try and tell me you didn’t and expect me to believe it.”
“You think lying on this damned rock while you slammed into my ass like a jackhammer was fun?”
He reached a hand down to probe her pussy, slick with her release. His smiled turned into a grin. “You’re very wet for someone who didn’t enjoy what just happened and let’s not forget this was your idea.”
She flushed, bit her lip, and then laughed. “Arrogant, overconfident, bastard!”
“Don’t forget handsome, skillful, and well-hung.”
She sighed. “And so modest too.”
He laughed and tipped up her chin.
She stared up at him. “You enjoyed hurting me, didn’t you, Clay?”
He frowned. “If I’d thought I was doing anything you didn’t want, I would have stopped.”
“Are you saying you think I like pain?”
“I’m saying I know you enjoyed our fuck, Darbi, so don’t try to tell me you didn’t. Now part your legs for me and give me a kiss.”
