by Amarie Avant
Two hours later, the candle on the tabletop before us has waxed short. The remainder of our portions are in boxes, and the night could end at any instant. A frazzle of nerves roll through my body. It’s time for him to drop me off at the hotel. Daniel has been his usual fascinating self our entire time together. The more progress we make regarding an event theme, the more personable he becomes.
Though he hasn’t flirted, I see myself lost in him once more…until Gloria comes by and whispers into his ear while handing him the receipt booklet. Her mannerisms leave a bad taste in my mouth. His lack of proper response to her whispers have my walls soaring to uncharted heights. What an asshole.
Then the two of us rise and head toward the valet station. It’s almost eight o’clock, and the sky is a burst of orange and turquoise blue, from the setting sun. It’s not quite dark yet. There are a few couples waiting.
“Wait for me,” Daniel commands, his hand gliding with mine. There’s a folded fifty-dollar bill in it, which I assume is for the guy who brings his “Helen” around. My eyes narrow as he heads back into the steakhouse.
With all the flirting Gloria did, I’m pretty sure he could have added his phone number to the receipt. However, Daniel paid in cash so there was no reason for her to return with a pen. My jaw sets as a couple starts for their BMW.
Okay, Desirenda, stop it! I act like a single mother, as if Daniel’s interest in Riley has penetrated my defenses.
Yeah, well he made Gloria laugh a few times too, I tell myself. Captivating people is in his nature. My focus needs to be on what this event can do for my career, and that is all.
Daniel
Gloria bites her lip. “The busboy asked the guy if he’d like to come around back and eat. I’m sorry, Mr. Rutledge, but my boss won’t allow transients anywhere near the entrance.”
I nod, though this isn’t what I asked Gloria to do. “Did you get the hamburger?” I ask again. It was what I had whispered to her earlier. Odessa and I have always been discreet about helping the homeless. She taught me that sometimes there’s no such thing as simply helping. When Odessa and I go to dinner, if we see a homeless person on the way, we have the habit of purchasing them the American staple—a hamburger and fries, and hoping they’re still around on our way out.
After I’d asked Gloria for a hamburger, she had been extra chatty, quietly touching my shoulder, which forced me to quickly mention the man down the street, in order to deter any thoughts she had of me ordering said burger.
“Should be a few more …” She turns toward the kitchen, then smiles. “I think that’s it.”
I match her grin, then rub the back of my neck as she saunters into the kitchen. Desire got a bit testy after I subtly spoke with Gloria a half-hour ago. I should’ve ordered sooner, but Desire and I were connecting again.
Ten minutes later, I’ve gotten into the driver side of my supercar. Desire’s arms are folded, and she’s just as standoffish as she was the night in valet at Asahi Shark two weeks ago. Fuck me. I hand over the bag and the to-go cup of Coke.
“What’s this for?” Her lustrous tone is borderline snooty.
“Just wait a sec.” I merge onto the avenue. A block up, a gray, blue, and white Cowboy flag is strung through the front end of a shopping cart, full of knickknacks. The vet is dressed in army fatigues with a cardboard paper against his chest that says, “God Bless America!”
I press the emergency light, since there’s no parking, while pulling over to the curb.
“Thanks.” I grab the bag and cup from Desire, then get out of the car.
“Hey, you. I know you,” the man begins.
“Is that right? Well, look I’ve got a little something, something for you, sir.” I hand over the bag and drink.
“For me?” He presses a soiled hand against his frail chest. “I’ll be…” he pauses, eyes glazed. The man looks down in embarrassment before saying, “God said I would eat today. God bless you. God bless you…”
“God bless you too. It’s just a hamburger, French fries, and hopefully enough for a warm bed.”
He opens it. A swift breath comes from his lungs as he staggers back somewhat. “A bed and a shower for nights to come.”
I smile before turning back around to head toward the car. Desire is rubbing the bridge of her nose when I get inside.
“Well that was nice…very considerate of you.”
“Just a habit. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.”
The tension that was in her face, which had transformed into a smile, now clouds over in confusion. “What happens when it doesn’t?”
“Most people know me, which is why I spoke up when he said as much. Some folks resent the Rutledge name.”
“Hmmm.” She shakes her head thoughtfully. “And how often does any of it happen?”
“Not much. I’m not the type to go to dinner.”
“You can cook?” She arches an eyebrow.
“I can hold my own in the kitchen. A home-cooked meal is important to me. To answer your previous question, whenever I go to dinner and see someone out who looks hungry, I’ve the habit of ordering a burger. There was only one time when it slipped my mind.”
Our gazes connect before I switch gears.
“Let me make a wild guess. On our way from Asahi?” Her voice has a note of heaviness as she reminisces on the argument we had waiting at the valet station.
“Pretty much.”
The rest of the twenty-minute ride to the hotel is quiet. I’d requested for her to stay at the Four Seasons in neighboring Irving, Texas. Aside from being closer to my home, Desire doesn’t remind me of the skyrise, penthouse type. We get out, and I walk her through the neutral lobby with its lofty glass windows and heavy silk curtains. The concierge provides her with a keycard, and a brochure of hotel amenities.
I click the elevator button, and in minutes we’re at the right door.
Looking up at me, Desire bites her lip. My dick thumps against my thigh.
“Well, Daniel, now that I have a visual of the actual ‘venue’ for your event, I will have a new proposal outline for you tomorrow morning.” Her eyes sparkle as she adds, “Good night, unless you’re determined to check beneath my bed for spooks.”
“I have no ulterior motives, so good night, Desire.” I plant one loafer behind the other, eyes still on hers. Those chocolate diamonds are sparkling, begging for domination. Square jaw high, I hold my tongue. The look I give her reads that she has to make the first fucking move.
Desire breaks eye contact. She swipes the keycard against the doorknob, and presses the heavy door, with much difficulty. I reach out, hand pressing the center of the door. It opens.
Desire murmurs, “It’s getting…it’s g-getting la-late.”
Her eyes won't meet mine, so I press myself against her softness. “It’s hardly eight-thirty.”
She’s still planted at the doorframe. “And,” those pearly teeth glide across a thick, pink bottom lip, “I have a late night ahead of me, working for you.”
Those words are all the incentive I need.
“Fuck yeah, you do.” My hand grazes her cheek, voice a low growl. “You will do every fucking thing I tell you, Desire.”
My tongue is down her throat, teeth sinking into her lip so hard that Desire molds even closer to my body. The door swishes closed behind us as we near her bed.
Between kisses, Desire murmurs, “This is bad. This is very, very bad.”
“Oh yeah? Well, this is mine.” I reach between her legs, my palm against the sweet mound of her pussy, fingers grazing wet lips, thumb strumming her clit through the thin material of her silk panties. “This pussy is mine for the night.” Forever.
“It’s yours.” Desire’s voice is strong, husky, and arousing me all over again. Our mouths magnetize once more as I push her back onto the bed, me on top.
“You do these fucking things to me.” I squeeze both of her tits together, face nestled in the midst of her sweet fragrance.
Damn,
I have to center myself. With such a glorious body at my fingertips, I determine where to begin. Sliding my cock between those round ass cheeks wasn't even first on my list. Tasting the brown sugar between her thighs. Slamming my dick in a pussy I know is soaking wet for me. Watching those caramel melons bounce as those thick ass hips ride my hard, steel erection. There truly are so many things I must do with her and her body. And her brain…I want to fuck her mouth so hard that her mental state will never be the same.
But I'm stuck on those lips that have done no less than misjudge me, be rude to me. Her mouth is sweet, lips so pillowy soft that I stay there for a while, delighting in the taste of her and how she murmurs against my mouth. Finally, my fingers twine with hers, and we rise to our feet. Before sex, there is one thing I must do first.
I tease the left side of her mouth, recalling just how sweet her brown skin tastes. Then I kiss the corner of the right side of her mouth, enjoying the sheer act of fucking with her. Against me, Desire’s trembling body motivates my cock to grow harder than ever before.
“Undress for me,” I say, after tasting her lips one last time.
Desire’s eyes instinctively search for the light switch.
“Not gonna happen, Des. Strip.”
She places one hand along the strap over her left arm, slides it down, and then the other, all the while her eyes are on mine. The willowy dress glides down an abundance of curves. My eyes move slowly over her breasts which are encased in black silk. It’s subtle, her squirming, and before she feels the urge to cover herself, I order, “Stand still. Turn around.”
Desire rises onto her toes and licks her lips apprehensively while doing as told. A harsh growl rolls through me as I watch her thong disappear between the apex of a round ass. I step forward and her breathing intensifies. My fingers press into the flesh of her bottom, and I whisper against her ear, “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Des. I couldn’t even fucking imagine…”
My mind goes blank for the first time in forever. I’ve always known exactly how to please a woman, where to caress, where to stroke and when to fuck her until her throat was raw, or if she needed it slow.
The woman before me deserves it all, starting with a comfort of her own sexuality. “Look into the mirror, Des.” My thumb guides her chin.
Desire glances reluctantly.
“What do you see?”
She sighs.
“Let me tell you what I see. An angelic face. I bet you aren’t even aware that every man who crosses your path becomes bewitched by these curves.” I paw her hip as she glances through the mirror’s reflection of me. “They all have a deep desire to fuck you.”
“Mmmm,” she moans.
“Silky soft skin.” I trail a hand along her flat stomach, then up over her bra, her nipples erect against the material. “So many curves.”
“Daniel,” she gulps as my hand slides back downward.
“Ripe.” I palm the summit between her thighs, my other hand holding her steady on her feet. “Are you sweet, Desire?”
Desire
My eyes squeeze tight, senses inundated with having him so near my nether regions. My other lips feel the warmth of his breath. His molten touch brands the inside of my thigh. “Desire, open your eyes.”
With bated breath, I do. Again, I’m staring at myself. I’ve never been one for conceit, but the way I’m watching Daniel stare at me through the mirror, damn, my knees are so weak.
“I need to prepare your body for me, beautiful. Are you sweet?” His voice is gruff, erotic as it licks against my ear.
I nod my head while biting my lip. Then he’s mentioning that he has dreamed so many nights about the way I might taste.
“You sweet, Des?”
Am I sweet? I hope I’m sweet. Pah-lezzz let me be super sweet. Unable to find my voice, I nod again.
“Good. Lay down.” Daniel steps away from me. I no longer am held up by his touch. My sole concentration is the bed, and I steady myself against an accent chair before making it to my destination. I settle myself back against the sheets. Tongue glued to the roof of my mouth, I watch as he removes his blazer. Perfectly defined muscles are splayed against his linen shirt, and when he flicks the top button, Daniel’s eyes are all over me, a devilish half smile on his face. Should I climb over, help him undress?
I cannot move. I’m awkwardly propped up on pillows, but I have lost all motor skills. My eyes follow his large fingers as he continues to unlatch each button. His golden, sculpted chest comes into view and my mouth pools with lust as does the sweets between my thighs. Next, he unbuttons his pants and shoves them, along with his briefs, down, freeing himself of all clothing. I’ve always thought people were most beautiful in movies or on magazines, but damn just lying in Daniel’s presence I now know the truth. He is an Adonis. The hard planes of his athletic muscles bring my eyes lower.
Good Lawd, his cock. Ultra-thick, super-long and curved, it stands rigid to full attention. Can I take all his dick? The masterpiece takes my breath away. Through sheer concentration, I drag my gaze away from Daniel’s dick and to his face. The usual cocky half smile has returned to his face, so assure about his shit, and damn it, I’m sure too.
“Are you ready to open wide for me?” His chin dips somewhat, as if perceiving my angst. He climbs onto the bed. His hand is hot and heavy against the mound of my pussy. I feel myself milking for him. His thumb strums along my clit. “Don’t worry, Desire. I plan to lick you right here first. See how sweet you are.”
Oxygen depletes in my lungs as I wait for him to kiss me, my mouth, my body, the valley between my thighs. But he rears back on his heels.
“First, spread your pussy for me. I’d like to see how beautiful you are before I dig in.” His hand engulfs mine, and I moan as my satin palm slips down between my legs. When my fingers slide against my moist lips, I pull my hand away.
“Don’t.” Daniel’s response is sharp. My legs blossom apart once more. My flesh is bare, and his eyes are lustful.
“I will hurt you, Desire. Do you mind if I hurt you?” he asks, guiding my thumb across my clit. He glances down at his cock. I bite my bottom lip imagining my hips widening, his dick stretching my insides. Pressure is applied to my tiny bulb, yet it feels so good. The erotic pain I’m feeling comes from deep inside, where he must go. He must or I will simply die.
My eyes widen as my fingers slip inside of my own pussy. I’ve never felt anything so soft and sensual in my life.
“Get yourself off.”
While I work at stroking myself to the view of his glorious abs, Daniel licks the fingers of his other hand, reaches around, and strokes my perineum.
“Behave, Des.” He reaches forward and kisses my lips. “Now, I love to watch you fuck yourself with your own fingers, but I’m going to slide my fingers in your ass, sweetheart. You’ll love it.”
Daniel’s mouth reaches for mine as his wet fingers work their way to my anus. As I stroke my pussy with one hand, the other digs into his thick biceps.
“That’s right, Desire, you’re so fucking sexy when we get you off,” he murmurs. My hips ride his fingers in my ass as he stretches me wider, our thrusts going deeper. “You’re fucking dripping wet. I really have to see how sweet you are.”
“Taste me,” I hear myself saying. It’s as if the words blossomed forth from my mouth before my brain has caught on.
He laughs boisterously against my lips. “We’re in no rush. We’ll be here all night.”
Daniel pushes his tongue into my mouth again and his finger continues to work my ass. Our tongues snake and collide as my back arches. I’ve picked up speed, two fingers in my pussy and his index continues to sink deeper into my ass. My legs start to shake. I scream against his lips as ecstasy squirts against our fingers. Wave after wave, I ground down on his finger until I’ve lost the ability to fuck myself and Daniel is the only one working to get me off.
My head kisses the pillows as I lay back. My skin is misted over, and a deep feeling of satisfaction rolls over
me, all over Daniel’s helping me get off.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Des. We haven’t even started yet.”
Not a moment later, I feel his warmth against my sex, lips tingling to the tease of his breath. Daniel is breathing me in. My eyes close instantly, a rapid succession of thoughts—do I smell good, does he like this and more—clutter my mind.
The continuous hardening of his marble sculpted cock next to my calf deters those thoughts. This magnificent shaft continuous to grow and grow.
“Relax.” This time the command is smooth, hard instead of rough.
Daniel strokes my delicate folds before his head lowers for his first taste. His tongue moves gradually from my labia to clit, before twirling around the tiny bulb. My brown skin is prickled with arousal as I shift beneath him.
“Peaches,” he murmurs against the sensitive patch of skin, then coils his tongue into my body again. The ache from how deeply his cock had just been brings a heart wrenching groan through my body.
“Daniel!” I moan his name.
“No tensing.”
Daniel slides one finger into my drizzling sheath. “Desire, you’re still so fucking tight. I’m gonna mold this sweet peach to my fucking cock. But you’re tight. I might break you.” The deliciously devilish laugh from his body almost sends me over the edge. I press my hips forward to take more of his finger, and whimper all the same. Now, his laughter is at my expense.
“Des, you want me to fuck you, don’t you? We’re gonna break more than the headboard, baby. Tell me that you want the pain.”
“Ye-ye-yesss….”
Daniel issues a hard slap to my pussy. Sparks appear before my eyes, and something akin to cocaine surges through my veins. My hips arch as he slams two fingers inside of my body. A moan shudders through me. And a second later, his fingers are gone. The lack of penetration is more painful than the slap.
