“You’re a slob,” she said.
“No I’m not. This is the only room in the house that looks like this. I have a hard time picking out clothes. Since no one’s ever been in here other than me, I usually just leave it for the housekeeper who comes in to clean once a week,” he responded, coming to stand in front of her.
Man was his body cut. He was constantly worried about people looking at her body; maybe she should be worried about women looking at his. Geek or not, he was one fine specimen of a man, and for now he was all hers.
Princess’ gaze traveled to the area between his legs. No wonder it had hurt so much. He was huge. Even flaccid he was big. He had above-average length, but boy was he thick. Princess licked her lips. He looked simply divine. Unable to help herself, she sat up on the bed, took his manhood in her hand, took him into her mouth, and sucked. Princess didn’t have much experience with giving head. She’d only done it a few times with her ex and didn’t much care for it. Somehow, she knew it would be different with Brad. She wanted to taste him. His moans spurred her on, and she felt his hands in her short hair. He used his hand on her head to guide her movements.
“Oh baby, that’s so good,” he groaned.
Princess couldn’t say anything since she had a mouth full of him. One minute she was enjoying the taste of him, and the next he’d pulled out of her mouth, had her pushed back against the bed, and was going down on her. Oh wow. Dude was quick. That was the last coherent thought she had as he brought her to multiple orgasms with his mouth. He nipped, pulled and sucked her nubbin so good, she damn near tried to rip his hair out of his head.
She got a brief break when he rose to put a condom on. The next thing she knew he was riding her like a thoroughbred. The bed shook and rocked so much that if she didn’t know she was at his house, she’d have thought they were on an Amtrak express train.
“Am I pleasing you, baby?” he asked.
“I know you don’t want me to stroke your ego now, Professor?” she cried in disbelief.
“No…I…just…want…to…make sure I’m pleasuring you. That’s all.”
“What! Are you kidding me? Any more pleasure and they’ll probably lock me up for being too happy,” she cried hoarsely.
“Good. I’m about to come, baby. Come with me,” he commanded, using his hand to tilt her hips up and slam into her one last time. They both shouted their release.
They were both too tired to move. Brad eventually pulled out of her, removed the condom, placing it on the nightstand to be thrown out later, then turned them so that he spooned her back.
“Goodnight, Princess,” he whispered.
“It’s morning, Professor. It’s after midnight,” she murmured.
Brad chuckled and pulled her more firmly into his embrace.
Chapter Eight
Over the next few days, Princess and Brad spent all of their free time together. Brad had to go into Nick’s office once or twice to go over plans for the migration. He’d told her that for the next few weeks he’d be traveling all over to Nick’s many businesses, doing the initial setup then leaving most everything else to his people. He trusted his techs and would only get involved if a problem arose.
Tonya had called, and she’d had lunch with her once just to keep her from being suspicious. She and Brad had agreed that they didn’t want their friends and family to know about their relationship just yet, until they figured out the long-distance thing. Plus they were enjoying being alone together. They had fun. She’d found out that Brad was a true geek. They had frequent discussions about binaries, motherboards, hard drives, spyware, and the like. Their most lively discussions were about superheroes. He’d gotten real pissy when she’d told him Storm could kick all of their asses. You’d have thought she’d told him he wasn’t a mathematician or something. Geez. She’d had to listen to three hours of all the superheroes’ credentials after that.
On the day of her departure, he’d taken her to the airport, where they’d stood there holding on to each other. Neither of them was ready to let go. They’d made plans to call each other every night, and he had agreed to come to Chicago to attend a banquet for charity with her. Her sister Dani was involved and had gotten promises out of her, Tonya, Sam and Trisha that they’d all be there. The event would help fund a youth program for at-risk inner-city kids. That would be a month from now. Princess sure hoped she didn’t have to wait a whole month before seeing him again. Only one week had passed so far, and she already felt as if she were going stir crazy. They talked to each other every night, but it still wasn’t the same as seeing each other face-to-face. Princess sighed. “Oh well, let’s get this day started.”
“That’s what I say too,” Trisha said, sauntering into the office. Trisha was tall and light skinned, with green eyes inherited from her great-grandmother and waist-length twists in her hair. Trisha’s father was biracial. The woman was gorgeous, but most of all she was smart as a whip.
“Hey, girl, how was your trip?” Princess asked.
“It went well. Thank God it’s almost over. There’re a few minor details left that the crew is handling. I’ll go in next week, give the place a final inspection, and see if our rock nut likes it, then we’ll be through with him. Hopefully, forever,” Trisha said, taking a seat in front of Princess’ desk.
“That’s good,” Princess said.
“Atlanta did you good, girlfriend. You are positively glowing,” Trisha said.
Princess blushed and dropped her head.
“Princess Montgomery! You’ve had sex,” Trisha yelled.
“Who’s had sex?” Sam said as she entered Princess’ office. “Welcome back, Trisha. Who’s had sex?” she repeated.
“Shush! Will you two keep your voices down? And Trisha, I never said I’d had sex,” she said in a stern voice.
“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face,” Trisha replied.
“Oh my God, that’s what’s different,” Sam cried.
“Yep. Our girl got some action in the ATL. Dish, Princess,” Trisha commanded.
Realizing they weren’t going to let up, she told them about her encounter with Brad, from the time they first met until she left Atlanta. As expected, they laughed so hard they were crying.
“Princess, only you would bring out the sexy in a geek. I can’t wait to meet the professor,” Trisha said, shaking her head. “I have a lot of catching up to do. You ladies want to have lunch later?” Both Princess and Sam agreed.
“Yes, I have to get the gowns ready for a showing next week. That reminds me. You two need to let me know what kind of gowns you’ll need for the charity banquet,” Sam advised.
Princess and Trisha both told her to decide. Now that Princess was alone in her office, she needed to make a few phone calls. Tomorrow she’d be at the client’s house taking measurements, doing rough drafts of the place, and visiting showcases. She loved her business.
Epilogue
Over the past weeks, Princess had been so busy, she’d barely had time to breathe. Brad had surprised her three weeks ago and come to spend the weekend with her. They’d stayed in bed the entire weekend, only getting up to shower and eat. He’d left her walking funny and feeling fine.
Brad had called and said he’d meet her at the dining hall that was hosting the banquet. He was running a little behind. Princess had told Tonya and Dani about Brad. Dani wanted to meet him, and Tonya was happy for her. Princess was so excited. She couldn’t wait to see him. She hoped her friends liked him. It would be awkward if they didn’t, but she wasn’t giving him up even if they hated him. She didn’t have anything to worry about, though. As long as she was happy, she knew her girls would be happy too. Dani, on the other hand, could be downright miserable since her divorce.
Princess was now sitting at the table, waiting for Brad to arrive. Nick and Tonya had arrived together, and Tom had arrived shortly thereafter.
“Princess, I can’t wait to hear what your friend has to say about the gown you’re wearing,” To
nya teased.
“Why? What’s wrong with my gown?” Princess asked, looking down at the deep V-cut dress. The cut was so deep it went down to her navel and didn’t allow for a bra. The design was the same in the back. The only difference was the two studded chains, one running across her shoulders and the other across the middle of her back.
“Why don’t we let the professor tell you—he’s making his way over here now. Apparently he’s brought reinforcement.” Tonya laughed. “Be good, Tonya,” Princess heard Nick say before she turned around to watch her man swagger over to their table.
“Oh my damn, he cleans up good,” Princess murmured, watching Brad approach her wearing a black tux, white tuxedo shirt, and black bowtie. He looked sexy as hell. The guy walking with Brad had to be his brother Simon. They looked too much alike for him not to be. Simon was drop-dead handsome, but Princess only had eyes for her man.
Once they approached the table, she stood up to greet him. He was all smiles until he got close to her. Then his face creased with a frown. Was somebody giving him the stink eye? Princess scanned the table quickly. Everyone seemed to be all smiles. So what was wrong with Brad? That’s when it happened.
“Where the hell is the rest of your dress?” he thundered. Everyone at the table burst out laughing.
Ignoring him, she reached around him to shake the hand of the man standing next to him. “Hi, I’m Princess Montgomery.” She smiled.
“Hello, Princess, I’m Simon, Brad’s brother. Nice to meet you. I must say you’re even more beautiful in person than he described to me,” Simon said, stepping around Brad to pull Princess into his strong embrace.
“Why thank you, Simon. You can take Brad’s seat. He can sit next to you,” Princess said firmly.
“Thanks for the offer, but I value my life, so I’ll take a seat elsewhere.” He chuckled, then turned to Brad. “I think you’d better talk fast, brother.”
“Why—what did I do now?” he asked.
Princess didn’t answer him; she just huffed and sat down. Brad sat next to her. Everyone else at the table was too busy laughing to even care that he’d pissed her off. Princess felt his hand reach for hers underneath the table and started to pull away but thought better of it. She missed him, and she didn’t want to be mad at him. She’d have to get used to him blurting out the first thing on his mind. Turning slightly, she looked over at him. He mouthed I’m sorry, and she smiled. She leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Ahh,” was voiced simultaneously around the table.
Dinner was served, and everyone was talking and having fun. Princess noticed Brad frowning and wondered what was wrong now. He looked impatient.
“Brad, is something wrong?” she whispered.
“Yes, very much so. What time is this thing over, anyway?” he asked.
“It shouldn’t be too much longer. Why?”
“Because I want to go to your place and have sex,” he blurted out.
Princess sputtered. Glasses and silverware hit the table. Tom started laughing, as did everyone else at the table. Her sister Dani was laughing so hard she had to excuse herself to go to the ladies’ room to repair her makeup.
Dani stopped at her chair and whispered in her ear. “He’s a keeper, sis. I’m looking forward to getting to know you, Brad.”
“As I am you, Danica,” he responded, returning her smile.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you blurted that out,” she cried, putting her face in her hands.
“What? Did I say something wrong? And you never answered me. When can we leave?” he asked sheepishly.
“When it’s over, sit back and behave.” Princess turned to the others. “You guys are not helping by laughing so much.”
“I can’t help it if I miss you screaming my name,” he whispered.
“Well, damn,” she heard Trisha say next to her.
“Brad, so help me, if you say one more word I’ll clobber you,” Princess stormed.
“Why does that line feel like déjà vu? Oh yeah, you said that when I was—”
“That’s it, Professor, let’s go,” Princess said, jumping up out of her seat and quickly exiting the room.
“Well, it’s about time,” he murmured. Smiling, Brad quickly bade the others goodbye and followed Princess out of the dining hall. He’d known exactly what he was doing. He didn’t want to be there. He wanted to spend time with her.
“I hope you drove, because I didn’t,” she huffed.
“I did,” he said, handing the valet his number.
Princess didn’t say anything else to him all the way to her house.
Once inside, she closed the door and went to light into him. Brad didn’t give her the chance to say a word. He had her pinned against the wall in a moment and captured her lips in a mind-boggling kiss. Placing his hand under her dress, he used one finger to move her thong aside to insert his finger into her moist opening. He’d unclipped the clasp at the back of the dress, letting the top part fall to her sides. Releasing her mouth, he made his way down her body to pull her breast into his mouth. He alternated from one breast to the other, squeezing, pulling, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and sucking. God, he loved her breasts.
Princess had pushed his tuxedo jacket off his shoulder and down to the floor, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and now her hand was inside his boxers, cupping his erection.
“See, baby, aren’t you glad we left early?” he whispered.
“I’m not talking to you,” she moaned as Brad worked his finger in and out of her.
“Yes you are. Hold on tight, baby,” he said, removing his finger and moving away from her to get a condom out of his pants pocket. Ripping it open, he rolled it on his erection. Once the condom was in place, he grasped one of her legs, wrapped it around his waist and surged up into her.
“Oh shit! I missed you, Princess,” he groaned out.
“I missed you too. I’m still going to kill you, though,” she groaned. “You feel so good.”
Brad worked his hips like a skilled dancer, slamming in and out of her. Each time he pushed into her, her body slid up the wall then back down, creating the perfect friction. “I’m about to come, baby,” he screamed, as he planted a hard kiss on her lips.
He felt her sex tingle around him, gripping him tight, and knew that she was ready to come as well. Brad surged up into her once more, grinding his pelvic bone against hers, and he could have pounded on his chest like Tarzan at the ear-piercing scream she gave when she came all over his manhood. He wasn’t long to follow. As he emptied himself into the condom, Brad thought he’d never stop coming. He shot streams of semen into the condom. She’d milked him for everything he had.
Brad dropped Princess’s leg and bent at the knees, lifted her up, stepped out of his pants, and walked her over to the bed.
He stood up after placing Princess on the bed and looked down at her. “I hope you don’t have any plans. I plan on making love to you all weekend,” he said.
Princess smiled at him. “Oh, we’re making love now. Not having sex?” she questioned.
“That’s right. So get used to it, because I’m here to stay.” He smiled back at her.
“For how long?” she asked.
“Forever, Princess. Think you can handle that?” he asked.
“Hmm, Princess and the Professor…I like that,” she said.
“So do I, Princess, so do I,” he said as he took the condom off, dropped it in the wastebasket and got into bed beside her.
“Oh hell! I left Simon,” Brad exclaimed.
They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
The End
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