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Disasters in Dating

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by Danielle Allen


  Our faces were close, too close, and I felt the bristles of his beard tickle my cheek as he slowly shifted his face closer. I closed my eyes and inhaled the smell of his cologne that still managed to make my stomach flutter after hanging out with him all night.

  “Goodnight,” he’d whispered as he rested his forehead against mine.

  “Goodnight,” I’d whispered back tilting my head upward slightly.

  His hands loosened from around my waist and slid to my hips. His fingers flexed against them causing me to pull him into me, pinning me between his hard body and my front door. He grunted as his body fell flush against mine.

  I could feel something hard, long, and thick poking into my belly, and I sighed.

  “I had a really good time tonight,” I’d murmured, my arms around his neck and my hand running over his head.

  “I always have a good time with you,” he’d countered, making my heart skip a beat.

  His lips hovered over mine and just as they were about to connect, the fire alarm blared.

  Startled apart, he backed away from me and went into work mode. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to the stairwell. We hadn’t gotten halfway down the hallway when the alarm turned off.

  One of my neighbors opened his door in just his boxers and a Maryland State College t-shirt and appeared confused. The couple next door also opened their door and prepared to leave, but stopped in their tracks as they noticed us standing in the hallway.

  “Come on,” Charles had said, pulling my arm.

  “The alarm stopped…” I’d argued even though I allowed him to pull me to the stairwell.

  “And we don’t know why.”

  That was true so I allowed him to force me out of my building while he went to talk to the apartment manager and investigate why the alarm went off to begin with. Once he was convinced my building wasn’t going to blow up, he stopped grilling the management team. After getting Cap on the phone and giving him a run through of what happened, he put him on a brief hold to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  The concert was Wednesday, the almost-kiss was in the wee hours of Thursday. And on Friday morning when I woke up, I still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  Well, until Miles called.

  Nichelle cleared her throat. “Desiree?”

  “Hey sorry… I got lost in my thoughts.” I shook my head free of Charles and smiled, focusing on Miles. “And then there’s Miles.”

  “Miles is the one who is actually looking for a girlfriend, right?”

  Grinning, I finished wiping down the kitchen counter, cleaning up my mess. “Yes, he did mention that a couple of times.”

  Nichelle squealed, causing me to laugh.

  “We’ve been out three times, and all three dates were completely different and unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I feel like with Miles, I definitely experience new things.”

  My first date with Miles was a marathon date—six hours and it was so different and fun. Our second date happened by accident. I had Saturday blocked off for my date with Brian that never happened and decided to go to the Farmer’s Market. I ran into Miles who turned a shopping trip into a brunch date. Before brunch was over, he asked me if I wanted to be his date to an album release party on Tuesday. He had worked on the album so I was pretty excited to be invited on that date.

  In my mind, the album release party was going to be a party. But it was actually more of a low-key listening party. Although I was mentally looking forward to getting out on a dance floor and dancing my ass off for a release, it was a good time. It also helped knowing that Charles and I had purchased tickets to a concert so I would be getting my dancing fill for the week.

  I washed my hands, balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder. “I really like them both.”

  “Well, they both seem to like you, too. I just feel like you need to ask Charles what he’s looking for because what he said he wanted and what you want are two different things. And with Miles, yeah, he seems like he wants what you want, but…”

  “But what?” I dried my hands slowly as I anticipated some big realization that I’d somehow missed.

  “Miles is cool and interesting and you like doing these cool and interesting things with him.”

  I made a face. “Yes…?” I dragged the word out and hung a silent question in the air.

  “I just think that’s good. I think you need that.” She paused. “Do you see anything long term with him? Honestly, do you see anything long term with either of them?”

  I was quiet for a long time. “Who says I have to be looking for long-term? If dating has taught me anything, it’s that good-looking men are a dime a dozen. But if I can find a man that I can connect with, that I can have a good time with, that I can enjoy myself with, that’s a win. If I can find two of them, that’s a win, win.”

  Nichelle laughed. “I’m not mad at that. But what happens when you fall for one of them or both. Unless you’re polyamorous all of a sudden.”

  “I’m not falling for either of them. I really like them both, but as long as I keep them both around, I won’t actually fall for either of them.”

  “If you have sex with them, and the sex is on point, you will fall for them. Guaranteed.”

  “That’s why I’m not having sex with them. The plan is foolproof.”

  Or foolish.

  Shaking off the thought, I concluded my conversation with my best friend. “I need to get ready. Charles is on his way over.”

  “Oh, it’s a little movie night tonight, huh?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yes, it’s movie night and not like that!”

  “Mm hmm. Not having sex with either of them, but a convenient movie night is scheduled.”

  Laughing so hard that I started coughing, I repeated myself, “Goodbye, Nichelle!”

  After ending the call, I took a quick shower and tossed on a pair of buttery soft leggings and an oversized t-shirt with no bra. I’d just walked into the living room when I heard a knock at the door.

  “Hi,” I greeted Charles as I opened the door. “Come in, come in.”

  He dropped a kiss on my cheek and a one-armed hug around my shoulders as he maneuvered into the apartment with pizza and beer.

  “What movie are we watching?” he asked as he placed the food and drinks on the living room table. “May I wash my hands?”

  “Of course.” I showed him where the guest bathroom was located, and then I turned on the TV and settled on an action comedy.

  “I heard this movie was funny,” Charles commented as he returned to the living room.

  I watched him moving across the room in super thin Richland Fire Department sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His fit body was on display in his attire. He looked good, but he always did. He had the type of body that could pull off any look from super casual and chill to upscale and formal. But the most notable difference between the man who was reaching his arms toward the ceiling and every other time I’d seen him came down to the outline of his bulge in his thin pants.

  I tried not to stare, but it was hard for me to believe he didn’t know what he was doing when he walked out of his house with those sweatpants on.

  He knew damn well…

  I shifted my gaze as quickly as I could, and I avoided eye contact with him.

  “Let me grab the plates and napkins,” I announced, hustling to the kitchen. Upon my return, I also grabbed two bottles of water and the chocolate drizzle popcorn.

  We talked, ate, and watched the movie, enjoying all three activities. I only counted ten times that I pretended to look over at the popcorn, but I was really checking out the impressive dick print his package made. The second movie, his selection, wasn’t as interesting as the action comedy. I didn’t remember nodding off, but when I felt myself being gently placed in my bed, I woke up.

  “Did I fall asleep during the movie?” I asked, my arms slowly falling from around his neck as he stood. “I’m sorry.”

  “Yes, you did.” He brushed
hair off my face. “And there’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s Friday night and you worked all day. That’s a lot in and of itself.”

  “Yeah, but…” My eyes unintentionally dropped to his bulge again since it was directly in my eye line before moving back up to make eye contact. “Um…I forgot what I was going to say, but I promise to watch whatever you pick next time.”

  He smiled, running his hand over his beard. “That’s fine… But are we going to talk about the fact that you keep staring at my cock?”

  My eyes widened and I sat up in bed with a jolt. “What?”

  “It’s fine. You know I just like making you squirm.” He paused sexily and took a step back. “But now it’s my turn to openly stare at you. Can you handle it?”

  “Yeah,” I whispered, thinking I wanted to handle anything he was trying to give me. I blinked rapidly, trying to push out the wanton thoughts. I didn’t know if it was because I was tired, I hadn’t woken up fully, or because Charles was incredibly sexy and clearly well-endowed, but my body was on fire for him.

  “Lie back,” he demanded, to which I immediately fell back into my pillows.

  I swallowed hard as his eyes took me in. I was melting under his gaze.

  Charles crawled on top of me and my senses heightened with anticipation. Under his t-shirt, I saw his muscles tighten and flex. He balanced himself on his forearms and when he had crawled to my face, our eyes met.

  “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a little while now,” he uttered roughly.

  “Do it.” My voice came out breathy and my chest rose and fell quickly. Hope and eagerness collided with desire and lust and I felt faint. .

  Three seconds passed and I didn’t think it was going to happen, but then his lips brushed mine.

  It was a brief kiss, with our lips merely skating across each other’s. We stared into each other’s eyes. Feeling the sexual tension twist my gut, I couldn’t wait for him to make another move. Leaning up a bit, I kissed him hungrily.

  When he pulled out of the kiss, I saw a look in his eye I’d never seen before. If it were anyone else, the look would’ve scared me. But with Charles, I felt safe and completely turned on.

  Our lips crashed into one another’s again with a sense of urgency. Our hands explored each other’s bodies as the kiss grew deeper and needier. He pulled out of the kiss and started nibbling a trail down my neck. His fingers found my nipples. He gently pulled and twisted them before he lifted the oversized shirt and moaned when he realized I was braless. Quickly, he covered my nipple with his full lips and flicked it with his tongue.

  “Charles…” I moaned, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of him touching me.

  Kissing down my belly, he stopped at the waistband of my leggings. Adjusting his body position, I felt his fingers traveling up my thighs before finding the most sensitive part of my body. Instead of ripping my leggings off, he slowly stroked me.

  “May I remove your pants?” Charles asked as he covered my lips with his own, intensifying the movements of his fingers.

  “Yes,” I whispered hotly, nodding my head in case my voice was lost in the moan that swelled up from the depths of me. I was so turned on and so ready for him. It wasn’t even a question. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He sat up and I lifted myself, helping him remove my leggings. The sensation of the fabric peeling away from my skin turned me on even more. He lifted my legs, kissing the inside of my calves. He alternated between my left and my right leg and I thanked God I shaved as he widened my legs apart.

  “I thought I wanted you bad when I first saw you,” he groaned as he crawled back up and kissed my lips. He pulled away and my bare leg could distinctly feel his hardened cock pressed against my thigh. His lips covered mine and our tongues collided.

  “Mmmm…” I moaned lightly through the kiss as I let myself fall deeper into the moment.

  I whimpered softly when he pulled away.

  He stared into my eyes. “But after getting to know you, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

  His fingernails scratched up my thigh and then his finger made direct contact with my clit.

  I gasped, lifting my chest and closing my eyes.

  When I felt one of his fingers sink into my wetness, I let out a noise that was part wanton moan and part pleading demand. Even though I knew I should talk to him about what he wanted, about how I was feeling, about what was developing between us before having sex, I wanted him and I wanted him right then and there.

  I shouldn’t… Oh God that feels good.

  I opened my eyes and watched him watching me as he played with me, figuring out what I liked best. He leaned up and covered my nipple with his mouth again.

  “You like that?” he whispered as he bit down gently on my erect nipple and slipped another finger into my sensitive folds.

  I purred as he hooked his fingers into my g-spot. His movements would’ve definitely put me over the edge but he kept slowing down, keeping my orgasm just out of reach. He moved in and out of me, his skilled fingers spread my wetness over my clit and my entire body was on edge. I craved a release. I was so close to my orgasm, my body jerked in anticipation of it.

  “It’s so fucking hot watching you, Desiree,” he breathed against my belly as he made his way further down my body.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked as I couldn’t contain my desire.

  He kissed his way back up my body and against my lips while rubbing his thumb in a circular motion against my clit, he whispered. “I don’t need one.”

  Shit…

  Hearing him say that was both a red flag and a green light. I knew from the test results he’d texted me that he had a clean bill of health, but at the same time, the threat of pregnancy was real.

  I should be responsible—oh my God…

  Sitting up, Charles put my legs over his shoulders and slid me down the bed with a quick snap. Before I could gather myself, I felt his beard tickle my legs as he kissed my ankles. Alternating back and forth, he left a trail of slightly wet kisses down my legs until he got to the apex of my thighs.

  I let out a long, lustful moan as he left me waiting.

  His free arm reached up and crossed my body, pinning me to the bed so I couldn’t move my hips. Cool breath tickled my waxed skin and without warning, Charles slid a finger back inside my wetness. He moved it slowly, deliberately, forcing me closer and closer to the edge. If I was able to move a fraction of an inch, his full lips and skilled tongue would be on me, and the thought alone was driving me wild. The anticipation was killing me.

  He deliberately blew on me, causing me to cry out.

  “Charles, please,” I begged as he held my hips in place. He added a second finger and blew on me again. “I want you inside me... please.”

  He let out a deep guttural groan from the depths of his soul. “I love the sound of that. Shit…” I felt his head rest on my thigh momentarily as the weight of what I’d asked hung in the air between us. “Shit, baby…”

  “Please,” I murmured sexily, hoping he’d give me what I needed. “I want to feel you. I want to feel you stretch me out.”

  He let out that deep growling groan again that sent a chill up and down my spine.

  “As good as that sounds… and it sounds so good... and you are making it so hard…” He paused. “Tonight, I’m just going to taste you.” His tone was sexy and seductive, compelling me to orgasm with just his words. “I want you to come on my tongue…” His lip brushed against my clit with the last word, and I just about lost it.

  Hearing his words put me that much closer to the edge. I couldn’t do anything but moan and nod as his tongue came in contact with me. He started to work his finger in and out of me with painstakingly slow movements. Between his mouth and his hand, it was clear that he was in total control of my body.

  “So good…so, so good,” I breathed as I grabbed the comforter in my fists.

  He groaned as he increased the speed, taking my building orga
sm to the edge before he removed his finger altogether.

  “Please, don’t stop, don’t stop, baby, please,” I begged in a whisper as I tried to push my hips up to his lips. “I want to feel you—!”

  My sentence cut short and was punctuated with a long hiss as he buried his tongue inside me.

  “Oh Godddd! Charlease, yes,” I moaned incoherently as he moved around expertly, finding the epicenter of my pleasure with his tongue and reentering a finger inside me.

  Increasing in speed, I panted as he sucked and licked and played with my clit. The sound of our moans and the erotic sounds of my wetness created the erotic soundtrack that filled my bedroom. The combination of the sounds and his expert level skills pushed me to the brink of release. I whispered his name as my orgasm kept building.

  “Shit, shit, shit…” I panted loudly with my eyes shut tight.

  I bucked feverishly against his touch as he alternated pressure and speed. I quickly reached my peak again and again.

  “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my girl. Give it to me,” I heard Charles moan against me, causing yet another wave of pleasure to course through my body.

  “Oh, wow,” I breathed with my head back and eyes closed.

  I tried to gather my thoughts as I listened to my heart pounding in my chest. My legs felt weak. My fists hurt from how tightly I clenched the bedsheets. My skin was slick with sweat. And my stomach quivered with unbridled lust and affection for the man who was kissing his way up my body.

  Breathing heavily, I waited for him. When his mouth covered mine, I could still taste myself on his lips. He kissed me hungrily, allowing his weight to sink down on me, covering me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my weakened legs around his waist, pulling his sweatpants covered erection into me.

  We both moaned as we knew that only a piece of fabric separated us from what we really wanted.

  With one final kiss, Charles pushed himself up so I was forced to unwrap my arms from his neck, but my legs were still wrapped around his waist. He ran his hands from my mid-thigh up the sides of my body, around my hips, across my belly, over my breasts and then back down again.

 

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