“I figured you had made plans by then.”
“But you didn’t call to verify. And then showed up at my club to dance on some other niggas.”
She sighed, pushing hair behind her ear, but remained silent.
“Since you came to dance, let’s dance,” I insisted, pulling back, but grabbing her hand to make sure she didn’t dip off somewhere. I felt a little resistance as we made it down the stairs where the rest of the patrons were, sweaty and dancing hard to the sounds of Rihanna’s “Work.” I pulled Chanel in front of me to my chest. I gripped her hips from behind. “Show me what you got,” I teased.
“Xavier,” her voice was breathless.
“Nah, don’t chicken out now. You came to dance and I ain’t letting none of these other clowns up in here dance on you. Show me what’s up.”
I could feel her resistance withering as her hips started making tiny circles. Eventually, the music must have gotten to her, because soon enough, she started winin’ that thang like a pro. When she tilted her head to look back at me, I knew she’d begun feeling herself. Shit, I even found myself a little off-balance as she threw it back, but I’d be damned if I was about to look like Drake’s ass, unable to keep up with a wine. I gripped her hips, rubbing up on her backside even when she sped up the pace as the music morphed into Rihanna’s “Pour it Up.” By now she was feeling it, raising one arm to my neck to anchor herself to me. I happily obliged, letting her show me her skills.
I don’t know how many songs we danced to, but I kept her close to me throughout the night. I meant what I said about not letting anyone else touch her.
“Goddamn, you two are hot as hell to watch,” I heard shouted over the music, and looked up from Chanel’s vibrating ass to see Gabby grinning at us.
I laughed.
“Yo, Chanel, I’m about to head out,” she gestured behind her where a tall dude was standing.
Chanel’s eyebrows rose. “You sure? Wait, you drove. How am I gonna get home?”
“Xavier—?”
“I got you,” I told Gabby before she could even ask me to give Chanel a ride home.
“Great.” She winked at Chanel, who I’m sure was giving her the stink-eye. I couldn’t see because her hair had fallen over the side of her face. “Later, girl.” Gabby turned and grabbed the dude’s hand, leaving us.
Chanel began to mumble something, but I couldn’t hear over the music.
“Looks like it’s just me and you,” I told Chanel’s back, pulling her hips into me. I bent down and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. Her shiver made me grin with satisfaction. “I think it’s time we called it a night.” I didn’t bother waiting for her protests as I grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the exit.
“You know this is the third damn time you’ve pulled me out of somewhere unexpectedly,” she said once we were in my car.
“It wouldn’t be so unexpected if you’d quit playing games.”
“How am I playing games? I told you, our dance class got canceled.”
“Okay, that may be, but what about you ignoring my calls while I was gone? Don’t tell me you didn’t see them.”
She looked contrite. Something warm curled up in my belly at the sight of her lips between her teeth. I wanted to suck that lip in between my teeth. So that’s exactly what I did. Using one hand to grip the back of her head, I pulled her into me, licking her lips first, and then biting her lower lip. I began sucking her bottom lip to soothe the bite, before I took her entire mouth. I felt her hand make its way to my thigh, gripping it tightly.
“Come home with me,” I said against her now swollen lips.
She licked her lips, considering.
“Don’t think. Just let it flow,” I instructed.
When she gave a slight nod, that was all I needed. I pulled out of that parking lot and headed in the direction that would carry us to my house in less than fifteen minutes. The ride was pretty much silent, save for the old school nineties R&B on the radio. From time to time, I glanced over at Chanel to see her staring straight ahead. I was hoping she wasn’t regretting or rethinking this. I moved my eyes lower to rove over those thick thighs and licked my lips. I had plans for those things that night.
I’m pretty sure we reached my home in record time. I assisted her out of my car. Her gaze remained averted. As soon as my car door closed, I pressed my body against hers, pushing her up against the car and my hardness.
“If you’re feeling nervous or having second thoughts—” This time my words were cut off as she wrapped her hand around the back of my head, pulling me down toward her lips.
“You didn’t bring me here only to chicken out, did you?” she teased, her mouth against mine, before sucking on my bottom lip.
Shit if I was having any second thoughts after that. With all the strength I could muster, I pulled back from the kiss, grabbed Chanel by the hand, and led her into my home.
“We won’t be interrupted by your mother this time, will we?”
I glared at her as she giggled at her taunt. “She’s gone for the weekend. And I told you, this shit is only temporary,” I defended as we ascended the stairs.
It felt like forever to get to the master bedroom. When we finally entered, I didn’t hesitate, closing the door and pressing her up against it, taking her mouth with mine. I swirled my tongue with hers, re-acclimating myself to the taste that was uniquely hers.
Chanel gave as good as she got, as she cupped my face in between her hands, pulling me into her. I moved my hands up her waist to the back of her romper, searching for the zipper. It felt like I’d hit the jackpot when I found it and began to slowly lower it. When I reached the end of the zipper, Chanel moved her head away from me, pressing her backside even more into the door behind her, staring at me with a half-lidded gaze as she moved the sides of her romper down her shoulders and arms.
My breath caught as she revealed smooth, brown skin. I wanted to lick every inch of it, so taking matters into my hands, I swatted hers away, causing her to giggle as I pushed the romper down her legs. I stared down at her chocolate globes, still covered in a dark lacy, strapless bra.
“You have some experience with that?” she asked after my fingers deftly undid the back clasp of her bra.
By the time her question was fully out, my mouth was already watering to taste those pert dark nipples. I dipped my head, swirling my tongue around one nipple and then the other.
“Hsss,” she hissed, throwing her head back and cupping my head to her breast.
Pushing both her succulent breasts together, I did my best to fit as much of both of her titties into my mouth as I could, nibbling and licking the turgid nipples as they hardened from my ministrations.
“Shit!” she cursed.
I looked up to see her eyes closed. I moved my attention from her breasts, kissing my way down her abdomen that was soft, just the way I like it. I was surprised when I went in to lick her bellybutton to find what looked like a rose gold ring piercing. I couldn’t exactly tell in the dim room the exact color, and continued to use my tongue to explore her belly button before continuing downward. Kneeling down, I gripped both sides of her waist and began pulling down the lacy panties that matched the bra I’d discarded.
Her dark eyes watched me lowering the final barrier between me and her sex. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, which spurred me on. I could clearly see her wetness that had secreted the seam of her panties. When her panties were around her ankles, I motioned for her to lift one leg to remove them. When she did, I took it upon myself to toss that leg over my shoulder, exposing her fully to me. I moved closer, inhaling her scent. She was wet and ready for my tongue to make her even wetter.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned loudly at the first swipe of my tongue.
I grinned against the lips of her pussy and began devouring her just the way I wanted to. Gripping her waist, I pulled her into me, leaving nowhere for her to go as I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling it between my tongue and the lid of my mouth. Her
hips began to grind against my face, and the moans coming from above me told me everything I needed to know. The hand I felt once again at the back of my head tightened, pulling me impossibly closer to her. I continued to lick and nibble and suck the hell out of her pussy with my mouth until I felt the inside of her thighs begin to quiver.
“Xavierrr, I’m...about...to,” she panted, unable to finish her sentence.
“I know. Let it go,” I instructed, and then pressed my tongue against her clit.
Moments later, the jerking of her hips intensified, she pounded her fist against the door and let the orgasm take over her. I was there to catch every drop of her gushing river, lapping it up. I slowly lowered her still trembling leg, rising to stand and pull her toward the bed. I grinned, watching her stumble a bit as she made her way over. She cut her eyes at me as she moved past, but my eyes were too focused on that ass. I smacked it just to watch it jiggle as she climbed on the bed.
“Xavier!” she gasped.
I simply raised my eyebrows and gripped both sides of her ass, spreading her cheeks to eat her out again from the back while she was on all fours on my bed. God damn, that pussy tasted good. I couldn’t get enough of it. And when she moaned, pushing her ass against my face, I knew I didn’t want to get enough of it.
I swirled my tongue around her labia, squeezing her ass cheeks. But before I got too carried away, I pulled back, needing to remove my clothing. My dick was straining against my pants, begging to slide into her warm canal for a release. I planned to give it just what it wanted. Chanel turned around fully to watch me undress as she lay back on the bed, legs spread, inviting me in.
Shit. She looked so good in that position, heels still on, knees propped up, legs wide. She was about to get all ten inches of this dick tonight. Her eyes trailed down my body as my shirt, and then sleeveless T-shirt, came off. When I unbuckled and pushed down my pants along with the boxers, I heard her gasp. I looked up to see her eyes had doubled in size. I grinned cockily. Walking toward the dresser by the side of the bed, I opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom before climbing onto the bed in between Chanel’s legs.
“Umm,” she began glancing from between my legs up to my face.
I raised a brow, questioningly. “Problem?”
“No, it’s just, you’re kinda big and…”
“And what?”
“It’s been a while for me.”
“How long is awhile?”
“Two years,” she confessed, looking shy.
How in the hell could it have been two years since someone had been in between those luscious ass thighs? She’d said she didn’t date, but shit, two years without fucking? I rolled the condom down my hardness, then leaned down so my lips brushed against hers.
“I’ll be gentle...the first time,” I stated against her lips. As I brushed my hardened dick against her wet pussy, I hoped like hell I could keep that promise. I positioned myself against her core and paused, staring down into her eyes. “You ready?”
She paused, then nodded, and I glided inside her slickness.
Chapter Nine
Chanel
Oh shit! Oh shit! I wasn’t ready! I thought over and over, as he fed me every inch of his hard thickness. My fingers tightened around the upper parts of his strong arms, anchoring myself to him.
“Don’t run,” he commanded, gripping my hips to keep them from moving. He paused, letting me adjust to his size. He began to move, and I gasped as he pulled all the way back, and then bottomed out in me.
“Shiiiit, X,” I panted as I locked my feet around his ass.
“Nah, say my whole name when I’m balls deep in this pussy,” he ordered, giving me another long stroke that had me seeing double.
“Xavier,” I panted.
He gave me a lascivious grin before lowering his head to take my lips. He picked up his pace, setting a rhythm I struggled to keep up with. The moans fell from my lips once he moved his head into the crook of my neck. I threw my head against the pillow, digging my nails into his biceps.
When I felt myself adjust to his size, he began to pick up his pace, drilling into me at the same time he began sucking on the space where my neck met my shoulder. I shivered all over, squeezing my legs even tighter around him. My hips began lifting to meet his strokes.
“Xavier,” I moaned.
“Damn, girl. I didn’t know shit would be this good,” he grunted. He pulled back, spreading my legs and gripping his hands under my thighs.
“Fuuuckk!” I screamed when he pushed my legs nearly all the way to my damn ears. Holy shit, I was sure this man was trying to kill me with this position, leaving me completely exposed to him and no room to move. I raised my hands to grab the headboard behind me, but all I could do was place them flat against the wood paneling. Xavier showed my pussy no mercy as he gave me long stroke after stroke. I could feel every ridge of his dick inside me as he slowly pulled out, only to ram back in. Still not wanting to go out like a complete punk, I squeezed my pelvic muscles around him and grinned confidently when his rhythm broke slightly as he moaned.
“You think that shit is funny?” he growled before leaning all the way down over me, putting all of his weight on me. He hovered just above me, lips grazing mine as he continued to stroke at my core. Only our smacking skin against skin could be heard in the room. My legs began shaking when he reached down, rubbing his thumb against my clit.
I moved my hands from the headboard to his shoulders, bracing for my second orgasm. My toes curled, and I threw my head back and let out a silent scream as my body shuddered and convulsed for a second time that night. Somewhere in my orgasm-induced haze, I heard Xavier above me grunting and felt his body shaking as his orgasm claimed him.
A while later, he carefully lowered my legs to the bed, allowing me to catch my breath. His arms engulfed me, and he kissed my forehead. My eyelids fluttered shut, sleep ready to pull me in. I felt the bed tilt as Xavier exited, but I was too spent to look over to see what he was doing. I don’t know how much later it was when I felt a warm, wet cloth between my legs, cleaning me off.
“You good?” his deep baritone asked.
“Mmm,” I sighed in what was supposed to be a “yes,” and buried myself deeper into his Egyptian cotton sheets.
I heard his chuckle as I tried to drift off to sleep, only to be awakened seconds later by an aggressive pulling off of the sheets I’d cocooned myself in.
“Wake that ass up. That was only round one,” he laughed at the same time he pulled me up, turning me, so I was on my stomach.
“Xavier, what are you do—shit,” I hissed as he pulled my hips up from the back and slid into my still-wet canal. “Yesss!” I screamed as he began pounding me from behind.
I pretty much discerned at that moment that sleep was going to be nonexistent for the rest of the night.
****
“Urgh,” I groaned as I stretched upon awakening the following morning. It’d only been a few hours since Xavier finally let up on my ass and allowed me a little bit of sleep. As I awoke, my body was sore in places I’d forgotten even existed. Shit! Had it been that long since I’d had sex? And really good sex? Even longer.
I laughed and shook my head. Who the hell was I kidding? It’d been ‘Never-uary’ since I’d had sex like that, which was exactly why, when I peeked over my shoulder and saw Xavier still sleeping, I decided I needed to get the hell out of there.
A wave of guilt washed over me, thinking about leaving this man who was just as beautiful asleep as he was awake. I shifted, grimacing at the soreness between my legs, so that I could take a close look at him while he was still unaware. I let my eyes scan over the rich and smooth chestnut color of his skin, the strong outline of his jaw, his beautiful pronounced nose, and finally those pillow-soft, full lips. I wanted to run my tongue along those lips one last time before leaving his bed, but fear of awakening him held me back. Instead, I settled for lightly running my finger along his lower lip, savoring the feel of him.
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p; After that, I dragged my sore and aching, yet thoroughly satisfied body out of his bed as quietly as possible. When I made it out of bed, I glanced back, but his lids were still sealed, jumping from the movement of his eyeballs from REM sleep. I breathed a little more easily when I found my romper and shoes from the previous night. I couldn’t find my panties, assuming they were somewhere under the bed or in the sheets, so I settled for putting on my bra, which was lying by the door.
Grabbing my purse and taking one last glance over my shoulder, I quietly exited, opting to not put my heels on until I was downstairs, in order to make as little noise as possible. Once at the front door, I tapped my phone, summoning an Uber to Xavier’s address. I prayed like hell he didn’t have an alarm as I opened the front door and stepped out.
Thankfully, there was none, and I nearly tripped and broke my damn neck trying to sprint for the front gate which, also thankfully, needed only the press of a button to open from the inside. Less than five minutes later, my Uber was pulling up, and I quickly hopped in, hoping the driver wasn’t one of the ones who loved talking to their passengers. The guy looked to be in his early twenties, gave me one look and smirked, assuming he knew what I’d been doing all night. I pulled out a mirror and frowned at my appearance. Yup, one look and anyone with any reasonable deductive skills would know what the hell I’d been up to just a few hours before.
Whatever.
Thankfully, we mostly drove in silence on the twenty-minute trek back to my condo. As soon as I made it inside, I peeled off my clothes and headed straight to the bathroom for a long, hot, steamy shower. After moisturizing my body, I didn’t even bother putting on clothes. I lay down on my bed, replaying the events of the night before, and admittedly, the best sex I’d ever had. I could never let it happen again.
Chapter Ten
Chanel
“What the hell do you mean, you left his ass asleep in bed?” Gabby shrieked on the other end of the phone.
It was Monday morning, and I’d been avoiding both her and Xavier’s phone calls since Saturday. After getting into work a few minutes early, I finally pulled out my phone to call Gabby, knowing she got into work early on Mondays as well. I’d just filled her in on what happened Friday night into Saturday morning.
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