by Pinki Parks
Dimly she heard a guttural groan come from above and his hand tightened into her hair as his hips flexed with the urge to thrust. And she let him; with her jaw relaxed she let him thrust into her hot mouth before she took control back and began to suck harder.
Taking him deeper and deeper while using her tongue she greedily sucked his rock-hard dick to the point where she knew he was about to come and then, on the brink of his explosion, she lightly applied her teeth.
Hunter released a low curse and he thrust sharply and emptied all of him into her mouth. Warm and salty liquid slipped down her throat and Keisha hummed erotically. When he was done, she slowly tilted her head to look up at him as she pulled her lips back and when he fell out of her mouth she wantonly licked her lips.
Hunter grabbed her chin and forced her head up as his eyes took on a devilish gleam. “You want to play slut tonight, huh.”
“A dirty one,” Keisha replied arching down and dragging her top off and unhooked her bra.
“I’m not going to go easy.” He warned darkly.
“And I don’t want easy,” Keisha replied, “Sometimes, I know what’s best for me but sometimes I don’t want what’s best for me.”
Hunter grabbed her jeans and dragged them and her undies off. Keisha was a lustful sight before him, with her full and taut breasts up and her endless legs bare before him.
He crawled between them only to see her grin, lock him in a grip and spin him under her. With her sitting on his hard cock and feeling her wetness Hunter grabbed her legs assuming that she wanted to ride him but was surprised when she bent over and started to pleasure him.
She kissed her way from his neck to his clavicle and then to his nipples. A strong surge of lust seared through him as she took the tags between her steel teeth and bit them. She then traced her mouth over his abs then kissed the base of his now engorged cock before she rose up, positioned him to her and slowly sank down.
With his member seated so deep inside her Keisha arched back with a cry as the raw feel of him, so thick and throbbing felt so real. Her belly and thighs were trembling before she braced her hands on his chest she started to rock. Her slow rocks then matured to her wild lifting and sinking on the hard pole inside her.
His heat and thickness were so addictive that she started moving faster and harder until Hunter grabbed her and spun her onto the bed under him. With the new change of position, he started to deliver some back-breaking thrusts into her. His lust so ravage, that hips were a steady pumping engine, slamming into her wet canal.
Keisha was a mess under him, crying out, gaping, thrashing and begging for more. Her belly was trembling with the depth that Hunter had breached within her and she felt white fire start to sear under her skin.
Her hands grabbed him as white was under her eyes. She felt the last slam that reached an extreme depth as her whole body locked up and she came with a force that nearly blinded her. Hunter’s ragged shout was in the air too as he with his cock pushed inside to the hilt he emptied himself.
The two were in rigor coitus until Keisha’s channel slowly relaxed, even though her muscles reflexively tightened and released over his semi-hard length. Her legs, which had locked over his thighs slowly let go and she placed them back on the bed.
Her hand was softly rubbing Hunter’s wet skin and felt his sweat drip from his hair to the crook of her neck. The feel of his slick skin on hers and his compact weight pushing her down into the mattress made her feel so... safe; safe and wanted.
Her eyes were still closed when she felt Hunter kiss her softly on the neck before his hips started moving again. Inside her, she felt his member gradually harden and this time the sex was soft and sweet.
Gentle movements and slow and long thrusts that made her pleasure take a slow rise to the peak. They were so close that their heated breaths mingled and once or twice their lips bushed but didn’t bloom into a kiss and then the soft mount came to its apex and then soothing fall over. Keisha was trembling when her last orgasm took control of her and extremely exhausted she barely had the strength to tug the sheets over her before she fell into a blissful sleep.
*****
When she woke it was the artificial warmth generated by the blankets cocooned around her. Hunter was gone and a slice of pain of his absence ran through her for a moment; it hurt.
Then the memory of the past few hours filtered in her mind and a twinge of shame curled in her chest at the memory of how slutty she had acted.
She hadn’t performed fellatio on a man in a long time but last night, a searing and uncontrollable need to have him in her mouth had taken her over. After that, she had gone an unexpected end to pleasure him, with her even taking his flat nipples in her mouth.
She remembered the smell of his sweat, the feel of his skin on hers and the hardness of his length inside her and the combination of it all made a deep tightening in her gut.
She had frankly told him that there was a time when she knew what was best for her and the other times when she didn't want was best for her; this feeling in the middle of her belly was telling her what she was now feeling was that.
Her emotions for Hunter had taken a dangerous turn and she wasn't quite prepared for it. Not wanting to examine herself anymore she untangled herself from the bed sheets and looked around in a search for some clothing.
Her eyes spotted a large white t-shirt and a pair of boxers folded with military precision on the pillow next to her. Smiling softly, she took the clothes and put them on and then left the bedroom in search of her absent lover.
The smell of heated noodles and sweet and sour sauce met her nose and she followed the smell to the kitchen.
Hunter was there pulling some container out of the microwave to add to the ones already on the counter.
"I was just about to wake you," Hunter said over his shoulder.
Keisha grimaced at the red nail marks on his bare back and arms and reached over to touch them. “I’m sorry.”
Hunter laughed, “Why? These are a badge of honor.”
She shook her head, “Not about those… it’s just… I was a bit too…”
“Needy,” Hunter supplied with a smirk as he set the containers on the table and handed her a pair of packaged chopsticks, “Desperate, horny… hungry?”
Keisha’s head ducked as she swirled her noodles, “All of that, yeah.”
She took in a soft gasp as Hunter lifted her head with his fingers and looked deeply into her eyes. The emotion so apparent in his gem eyes was something she dared not try to decipher unless she was a sucker for inviting pain.
“Don’t feel sorry,” Hunter said quietly, “It was refreshing to have a woman who went for what she wanted. Too many of them act too coy when they really want it hard. And remember, I wanted it too. I wanted you and all of you.”
The feelings from before in the bed surged again and she saw his eyes dart to her half-open lips. Her gut tightened with the wild hope that he was about to kiss her but disappointed when his thumb pressed on her lips. "You must be hungry."
Numbly, she nodded and he pulled back and smirked at her, “Let’s eat then.”
Chapter 11
A soft and relaxed expression was on Keisha's face as she came to work the next morning. The time spent with Hunter had really set her mind and libido in a better place.
After dining on the food, she had carried over they had spent a good portion of the early morning chatting and getting to know each other even more, telling a little more of their pasts before another round of sex ensued; in the shower.
The warm water cascading over them paired with the heat generated by their bodies had been perfection as Hunter had taken her on the warm tiles. Keisha had gone back to her home in a high of pleasure to get ready for work and thirty-five minutes later she was now behind her desk.
It was with some relief that there were no more bouquets or gifts on her desk and she could concentrate on her work freely- until she opened the draw
er where she had stashed the large envelope.
Trepidation was in her chest when she finally broke the seal and spilled the contents on her desk. What spilled out was a stack of photos and when she took the first one up her eyes widened.
It was a picture of her and Etienne; her younger self had her head thrown back in a scared but delighted laugh with her arms locked around his neck in a death grip as Etienne was giving her a piggy-back ride.
She took up another one and saw her and him in a park sharing a cone of ice-cream. The memory of that day came up instantly; Etienne had just been contracted to design the headquarters building of a new telecom building in Charleston, South Carolina.
It was where they had happily lived and where she had planned to start a family with him… until his wife had accosted her.
A bittersweet feeling had settled at the base of the throat as she flipped through the rest of the photos. There was one with her and Etienne at one of his company’s mixers, another one of them riding the carousel at a state fair and another one of them under a moonlit sky, with her hands wrapped around his neck.
She stared at herself who was looking at the man bare inches away from her with the star-stricken look of young love.
A manicured hand pressed on her eyes as the memories the photos had unearthed were vibrant in her head. A small choke came from her throat when she remembered how heads-over-heels she had been with Etienne and then came the pain.
Oh, how she wanted to strangle Etienne when she saw him again. It was nothing less than cruel to do this to her, just when she was on the verge of moving on.
And that was an ‘if’; if she was really moving on. The events of last night to this morning had evoked a longing of her waking up with Hunter on the other side of the bed. She envisioned a fantasy of giving him a deep massage after a long day and a dream of Hunter hugging her to his chest and comforting her when she was upset.
But now; these memories of how she used to be- with him, had thrown her mind into a somersault.
The emotions for Etienne were resurging at an alarming rate and battling with the new ones for Hunter.
With a frightened move, she grabbed all the photos and shoved them into the drawers and slammed it shut, only to hunch over her desk while breathing hard. She couldn’t let Etienne win; not now and not after she had gone so far.
*****
With a mysterious smile, Hunter meandered through the hallways of the PD after coming from the Cyber Crimes Dept.
From the moment he had stepped into the workplace with a satisfied smile on his face, rumors about why he surly man was so now genial had sprung up like wildfire.
Hunter had heard everything from the outrageous ‘he won the lottery’ to the illegal ‘he took some Ex last night’ to the most normal one; ‘he got laid’.
The detective didn’t give a damn what his colleagues came up with, all he knew what that he was satisfied. The two rounds with Keisha had sparked his endorphins levels up through the roof.
The suggestion that Jackson had given him, about the location being under surveillance had struck gold. Directly from where the desktop had been, a mini camera with a Wi-Fi relay had been found. Another one was in the back corner of the room that had a panoramic view. Needless to say, someone had been watching them.
Half an hour ago he had pushed in the door to the technocrat’s lair, and immediately gravitated to the table where Jackson tapping away on his comp and another tech was analyzing the cameras that they had gotten from the location.
The other analyst told him that the cameras were run of the mill tech and they could be bought from any tech store in the country. Jackson, on the other hand, had told him that he was fettering out the end relay for the Wi-Fi feed and he’d update him soon.
A little hopeful Hunter had left them to their work and went back to his. While Jackson was tied up with finding the end of the relay, he was going to find this elusive Etienne.
Keisha had reluctantly told him that her ex was a structural engineer and if he was such a big shot as she claimed, he had to be recorded somewhere; most likely the newspapers.
Getting behind his desk he cracked his knuckles and pulled up a general search engine. In the search field, he narrowed down the parameters and hit search. As the list popped up Hunter darkly clicked the first one while darkly muttering; "Where are you, you son of a bitch?"
*****
The landline on her desk was beeping with the intercom from her assistant’s line and while marking off something in another file, she grabbed the phone and cradled it between her ear and shoulder.
“Yes, Lila?”
“Keisha, I have Mr. Dubois on the line,” Lila replied, “He says he’d like to speak to you, should I connect him or not.”
The moment Lila had utter Etienne’s name Keisha had gone still and her mind was in a flurry; should she hear him out or not?
“Keisha?”
With high trepidation Keisha replied, “… Put him through.”
“Sure, hold please.”
“Bon après-midi, ma petite tigresse,” Etienne purred, “How are you?”
“Much better than when you used to call me, ‘mon petit hibou,’” Keisha replied evenly, “I never like being called a little owl.”
“That’s because you were up all night buried in books,” Etienne replied smoothly, “I remember having to bribe you to come to bed.”
Keisha took a little pause, “…What do you want Etienne?”
“Have a late lunch with me, Cherie,” Etienne requested, “Just for old time’s sake.”
Keisha shot a look at the wall clock and was a bit startled to see it was close to three; she really needed to stop skipping meals, but what was she to do with Etienne? Was it right to go with him? Besides the peace they had made a few days ago and even with the fact that she had wanted to strangle him a few moment ago; should she go?
What if he had an ulterior motive and was using this ruse as a way back into her better graces?
“Cherie?”
She rolled her eyes, “You need to stop calling me that, but yes; I’ll go with you.”
“Perfect,” Etienne replied with obvious pleasure in his voice. “I’ll pick you up in fifteen.”
“No!” she hurried to refuse, “Just tell me where and I’ll meet you there.”
“Keisha, s’il te plait,” Etienne replied with a stricken tone, “Let me do this, just to appease my pride.”
The young mogul pressed a hand to her forehead in exasperation. “…Fine.”
“Bon,” Etienne replied, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”
*****
The upscale steakhouse restaurant they walked into was more of a bistro in the afternoon but transformed into a fine dining hall in the night. Even with the relaxed air inside, it did a little to nothing to settle Keisha’s nerves.
In chivalrous style, Etienne guided her to a table flush against a window and pulled out the seat for her. With murmured thanks, Keisha sat and waited as he did the same.
Sharply dressed in personally tailored dark pants and a maroon shirt that contrasted his chocolate skin perfectly, Etienne always dressed to impress. Tugging at the onyx stone cufflinks of his shirt Etienne slanted a soft smile to her.
“I’m glad you decided to come.” He said softly, “I can’t tell you how happy you made me when you accepted.”
“It wasn’t that hard,” Keisha said a little tightly, “I didn’t want to harm your ego.”
Etienne let out a deep laugh and took up a menu, “Touché; what would you like to drink?”
“Iced tea, please.”
“I’ll have the same.” Etienne replied while gesturing a waiter over.
They placed their order with the leeway of putting in their order for their meals after. Keisha titled her head to Etienne and said, “You seem… different.”
He flashed her a white-toothed smile, “How so?”
“You have this ea
sy and settled air to you,” Keisha replied, “Things must be going well at the conference otherwise…”
“Otherwise what…” Etienne teasingly grinned.
"You'd be edgy and tight," Keisha replied sagely, "And you'd give one-word answers. There would be a deep furrow in your forehead and the side of your mouth would twitch."
A light sprung into Etienne’s eyes and he grinned as the waiter settled their drinks on the table, “That’s the Keisha I know, so intuitive.”
Reaching out to take her iced tea Keisha sipped some with her eyes down. It was a slightly pathetic way of avoidance but she just wasn’t fully ready for this meeting.
“Why did you send me the pictures?” she blurted out before a strong urge to slap her hand over her mouth swamped her mind.
Etienne stilled for a moment with his glass to his lips before he took a small drink and set the glass down.
“Do you hate them?” Etienne said quietly, “Because they were some of the best moments of my life.”
Those simple words seemed to slap Keisha in her face, her breath caught in her lungs for a moment. Never in her life would she have expected Etienne to even think of that much less admit it!
His dark eyes met hers and she found herself trapped in his gaze. Etienne leaned forward and said, “Please don’t let me think that their mine alone.”
The words dug right into her soul and the memories the photos had resurrected were dancing behind her eyes. It was an ugly truth but she had to admit it; they had been the best moments of her life too.
“They were…” Keisha replied, “…until you shattered it.”
"And to my dying day, I will regret that." Etienne said in a low and sorrowful tone, “The pain you suffered was my fault.”
“No one’s arguing with you there,” Keisha replied while reaching for the menu. “It was.”
Etienne reached out and closed his hand over hers and Keisha looked up to meet his eyes. Once again, they were trying to suck her in but she dared herself to hold the look. She wasn’t going to fall this time… his look was innocent but the small circles from his thumb on her skin was another story.
