Love, Lies & The D.A.

by Rohman, Rebecca

  I miss the quietude of Big Sur, but I needed to be here for Jonathan. Maybe I’ll return sometime next week when things settle down.

  I run a bubble bath and take a nice long relaxing soak. A while later, my Johnnyphone rings, interrupting the soothing soundscapes that come through the speakers.

  “Hey,” I answer.

  “Hey back. What are you doing?”

  “Taking a bubble bath.”

  “Too bad I’m not in there with you.”

  I giggle at his response.

  “How’s your mom?”

  “She’s settled in… She’s at home and we got her a nurse to tend to her every need.”

  “That’s great. What about you?”

  “I’m good. I wanted to invite you to go out with me.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Yes. Pierce is launching his newest series tonight. It was planned months ago. Mom made him promise he wouldn’t cancel or postpone it, and she asked us to attend to support him since she won’t be there.”

  “Okay. Sure. What time?”

  “I can pick you up in an hour.”

  “Dress code?”

  “Let’s see, I have the invitation somewhere here… elegant attire…”

  “Great. Then I’ll see you in an hour.”

  I fish through my closet for something to wear. I narrow it down to a navy tailored backless cocktail dress, and a champagne sheath. Eventually, I settle on the navy dress simply because it’s Jonathan’s favorite color. After another fifty minutes spent on trying to fix my hair into a chignon, I slip on the dress along with a pair of stiletto pumps and some jewelry. I apply some lip-gloss when he calls to tell me he’s downstairs. I slip on a matching coat and I head down to meet him.

  “You’re stunning,” he says as I slip into the car.

  “Why, thank you. You’re not too bad looking yourself, looking sharp as always in that suit.”

  He kisses my hand in reply.

  “Hungry?”

  “A little.”

  “I thought we could make an appearance at the opening then we could go to dinner.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Pierce welcomes us soon after we arrive. His work intrigues me. All the pieces are of the male and female form, either in whole or in part. Some I find risqué, one or two are mediocre, but most are exquisite. Many are abstract, so unless you know the name of the piece, to the casual onlooker, it might look like pretty colors spread across a canvas.

  One such piece draws me in. I thought it was a blue flower, an orchid perhaps, but after reading the label, I can’t stifle the blush that I know covers my body.

  “You like that?” Jonathan whispers from behind me; his soft breaths kiss my neck.

  I’m glad my back is to him, a can barely come up with a response. “It’s… it’s beautiful.”

  “Like you…”

  I’m not sure if that was a question or sexual innuendo. I ignore him and move on to the next piece. Out of the frying pan, into the fire… Before us is a canvas, mostly blue, but the excessively long strokes pointing in the northeastern direction unquestionably tells me what it is. Jonathan clears his throat behind me.

  “And I suppose you were the model for this one?” I blurt out.

  “I’ll show you one day, and you can judge for yourself.”

  “You’re rather cocky.”

  “Evidently I—”

  “Johnny…” an older gentleman calls from behind. I recognize his face from Charles’s funeral. I think he might be Charles’s brother. Jonathan immediately turns his attention towards the man.

  “Uncle Chester,” he says, embracing the elder man.

  He looks like Charles but older, probably in his eighties. His blue eyes sparkle against his silver hair.

  “It’s so nice to see you. Pierce wasn’t sure if you’d make it,” Jonathan says.

  “Well, I have nothing better to do back in San Jose,” he replies.

  “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Jada. Jada, meet my Uncle Chester.”

  Girlfriend. I wonder if he feels obliged to call me that.

  “Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I respond.

  I shake his hand then kiss him gently on the cheek.

  “So you’re the exotic beauty that everyone’s been talking about.”

  “These days, I’m never sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

  “Well, Sweetheart, if my brother believed in you and my nephew believes in you, that’s good enough for me. That’s all I need to know.”

  By the time we make our exit, I write Pierce a check. I purchase the lovely blue orchid. I think I have the perfect spot for it in my master suite.

  We walk into the restaurant as the valet parks the car. Jonathan pulls away my coat when we enter.

  “Wow. That’s quite the dress,” he says, trailing his fingertips lightly against my back.

  My nipples harden as he touches me.

  “You like?”

  “What’s not to like.”

  Soon, we sit at our table and order our meal. Our appetizers arrive moments later, and as if fate has a plan for me, an orchid sits in the center of my pumpkin soup.

  Now all I can think about are vaginas, penises, and hot and heavy sex. Then I think about our last sexual encounter, Jonathan asking me what I wanted, and images of him pleasuring my blue orchid overpower my mind.

  He interrupts my thoughts. “What are you thinking about? Your mind seems so far away.”

  “Oh, nothing. I have a nice flan that was delivered from the bakery this afternoon. Maybe we should skip dessert and enjoy it at home instead.”

  “Funny, I was going to suggest the same. Floria baked an awesome strawberry-filled chocolate cake.”

  “Who’s Floria?”

  “My housekeeper.”

  “I didn’t know you had a housekeeper.”

  “You didn’t think with my hours at work that I managed to have that house spotless all by myself did you?”

  “I remember thinking about how clean it was, but I didn’t think beyond that.”

  I zap through the rest of my meal.

  “You ready to go?”

  I’m so ready that, left all up to me, we would have skipped the entrée and the salad too. I try to play it calm. “Sure.”

  I know after that exhibition, he must be thinking about sex just as much as I am.

  “Your place or mine?” he asks when we get into the car.

  “Mine… I have a nice bottle of Dom Perignon we could have with that flan.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  Ten minutes later, he pulls into the parking spot besides my car.

  “Thank you for coming out with me tonight,” he says, holding my hand. “I had an amazing time with you.”

  “Thank you for inviting me.”

  He leans over and kisses me gently on my cheek then my lips, and within seconds, my tongue collides with his. I want him—desperately, and I realize he feels the same way when he pulls me in his arms.

  I span his rugged thighs as his tongue invades my mouth. My dress is up to my waist, and as we kiss, his palms latch onto my ass. He lines kisses down my neck then pulls away my dress strap and kisses my shoulder.

  The lights of an oncoming car flashes round the corner.

  “Oh God, Jonathan, stop… stop…” I whisper between kisses.

  “What? I know you want me.”

  “You’re so bloody arrogant.”

  “Just the way you like me.”

  “Shut up…” I chuckle, devouring his lips. “We should wait till we get upstairs.”

  “If you wanted me to wait, you shouldn’t have bought that painting… or worn that dress… or those come fuck me heels.”

  I giggle while we kiss between words. Then the sound of the garage door opening forces me to slip into my seat and straighten my dress. I then step out of the car, and he hands me my clutch. As the car disappears from view, we make our way to the elevator. I quickly shut the
doors and head up.

  He pulls me close, circling his arms around me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him softly on his lips. His kisses start slowly, but soon become deep and fervent. As the intensity grows, he wakes between our bodies. My hardened nipples poke through my dress and onto his chest.

  I shove his jacket over his shoulders, and after he rids himself of it, I tear away his tie. He slips the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

  He caresses my form, starting a trail that heads south. Slowly, he goes from my breasts down to my belly button, and soon, his palms seize my ass, and his long fingers embed themselves into my flesh. He circles my face in his hands and kisses me intensely. I am eager and impatient and I’m dying for him to make love to me, but I try to relax and enjoy the moment.

  The elevator doors ping open, and we make our way out to the foyer. He lifts me and places me on the credenza then slides my dress over my head.

  I feel his erection rubbing against my thighs. He plants soft kisses against my neck as I release the button and zipper on his trousers then help him get rid of his shirt. I touch him all over then knead him through the fabric of his trunks. He’s growing in my palms. I am so ready to feel all the things I imagine he’s going to do to me. He grabs onto my thong on either side of my body and pulls my panties away. I am practically breathless, and I’m sure by now, he must know how badly I crave his touch.

  Feelings of ecstasy radiate from my core as his hands slowly travel between my thighs. Gently, he caresses my vulva, rubbing his palms past me, giving me a good idea of what will soon come. I want him. My kisses grow hungry and demanding. It’s been months since I’ve been touched that way. After the weeks of sweet kisses and close encounters we’ve had, it seems like tonight, for the first time, we will see things through to the end.

  I want to be close to him, and as he kisses my lips, I wrap my arms and legs around him. He folds his arms around me, and as he carries me to my room, I kick my heels off, and one by one, they drop to the floor.

  “No flan and champagne?” I ask mischievously.

  He laughs devilishly. “I have something way better in mind.”

  He places me on one of the armchairs. Before he kneels down between my thighs, he kicks away his shoes, and standing on the tip off his socks, he slides his feet out of them. He lowers his body in front me and bruises my lips with his. I cup his face in my hands, drawing him closer into me. I roam my hands over his hard toned body as he lowers his head between my limbs. He places my left leg over the left arm of the chair, and the right to the opposite side. Never before have I ever felt so exposed, even shy. At that moment, I am thankful for the Brazilian wax I had last week at the spa, not to mention that long bubble bath before I left here this evening.

  I watch as he caresses me, and I’m further aroused at the feel of his fingers gliding over my thighs.

  His piercing greys fall into my eyes, and I wait with ardent anticipation. Yanking my body forward, he buries his head between my legs. A soft moan escapes me at the feel of him circling kisses around my thighs, slowly inching his way closer to my core.

  I am dying with utter desire. Finally, I feel his tongue, stroking me, gently and slowly. I swing my hips to meet his stride and bury my fingers into his dark hair as I experience mind-blowing pleasure. Escalating feelings of pure bliss reverberate through the rest of my body, bringing me closer to my release.

  I am completely aroused, wet, and ready to accept him. He leans forward and kisses me while penetrating two fingers inside me and rotating his thumb above me.

  “Oh God, Jonathan…”

  He too is more than ready. His erection pokes through the top of his trunks, his tip a deep shade of burgundy. I lean forward while he kisses me and slip my palms between his trunks and ass, slowly pushing them away and pulling him towards me. I use my feet to push the trunks away and he quickly rids himself of them. He is now completely nude, and for the first time, I get to see him stunning, fully extended, and groomed in all his glory.

  I surround him with my fingers, massaging him while he lustfully occupies my mouth. His breathing is labored, and he’s now wet and slippery in my hands.

  He raises me off the chair and effortlessly walks across the floors to the bed.

  Placing me on my back, he partially drapes his body over mine. He looks into my eyes as he traces my form lightly with his fingertips.

  “You’re stunning.”

  “So are you…” I whisper.

  He finds my pleats once more and massages my saturated ruffles. He goes down on me again, circling my swollen clit with his tongue, sucking me then rubbing me with his index and middle fingers.

  “God, you’re so damn sweet.”

  He leans away, opens the bedside draw, and pulls out a string of foil packets. He kneels between my legs then uses his tip to massage my extremely engorged parts repeatedly, bringing me almost over the edge.

  “Oh God! If you continue that, you’re going to make me come,” I gasp.

  He laughs and hands me the condom.

  I tear away the wrapper, and slowly, I take absolute pleasure in sliding the condom over his substantial length.

  He sits at the edge of the bed, and I straddle him. He holds me in a warm embrace and plants soft kisses on my throat. Pulling me closer into him, cupping my face in his hands, he devours my lips. He pulls away the pin that holds my hair in place and it unfolds onto my shoulders. He sinks his fingers into my hair as we kiss. He’s not inside me, but as our lips join, I slip my wet parts over his arousal. He holds me firmly in place by my hips, and we both watch as his arousal caresses mine.

  He raises my body slightly. His hardened penis stands tall, and slowly, I lower my body over his, swallowing him entirely inside me.

  “You okay?” he asks softly.

  I nod in reply.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, slowly moving over him while he buries his head between my breasts. He caresses me, sliding his hands over my breasts, then my stomach, then over my back. While I continue to sink my hips into him, I place tiny kisses on his neck, then his throat, then I find his lips once more.

  He flips me onto my front then leans over and kisses me on my neck. Slipping one of my legs to my side, he pins it in place with his arm. He slowly enters me from behind.

  He clasps his hands onto mine and thrusts his hips into me, repeatedly pounding my g-spot. Cupping my deep crevasse in his hands, he teases me, rotating his fingers over me, rubbing me harder and faster while circling himself inside me. I find it hard to keep silent, and my soft moans turn into escalating cries of pure sexual indulgence.

  He eases out of me gently and trails kisses down my back. Flipping me over, he centers my body on the bed. Kneeling between my legs, he extends them far apart. He raises my right leg to the top of his left shoulder, which gives him full access. Slowly, he penetrates me.

  I am able to watch every time his slick wet shaft slips in and out of me. I feel him burying himself deep inside me, and then he continues to work his fingers over my clit. I sway my hips, creating sensations that are out of this world. The sight of him moving inside me and the sounds of his intense breathing arouse me further as he brings me nearer to my peak.

  He turns me over to my side, mimicking his body with mine—my back to his front. He circles me in his arms, lifts my leg, allowing him to enter me from behind. He invades my mouth as he moves inside me, simultaneously circling my pleats, vigorously massaging me while he plunges his hard swollen parts inside me.

  “Oh God, Johnny,” I scream as he digs deeper, enveloping me in his arms. He kisses me, setting me off into ferocious convulsions and explosions of pure bliss.

  He tightens his hold around me.

  “Oh, Jada!” he shouts. His groans intensify, and he joins me in my sweet, sweet release.

  We lie still. Our labored breathing resonates through the room. He kisses me gently on my cheek then my lips.

  “You okay?” he whispers.


  “Fantastic,” I reply, caressing his arm gently with my fingertips. I am in heaven.

  We lie in silence in each other’s arms for minutes. He kisses me softly on my neck. After some time, he carefully eases out of me and disposes of the condom, wrapping it in some tissue before dropping it in the bin nearby. He returns to bed and holds me in his arms; my head lies on his chest.

  For some reason, now that we’ve shared this extraordinary moment, I feel shy. I feel a little scared. Now that I’ve gone this far with him, I realize how deep my feelings run and I know he can hurt me.

  I didn’t think I’d feel this way, but I guess I still have old wounds that run very deep.

  “You can tell me what it is,” he says, interjecting my thoughts.

  “What?”

  “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

  His statement surprises me, and I look up at him, but I can’t answer. I don’t want to ruin the moment and what we just shared, but I also don’t know if I can trust him with my deepest fears. I don’t want him to think I’m one of these crazy, insecure women… even though at this moment in my life, in many ways, I know I am.

  “You can tell me,” he whispers.

  “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it yet,” I reply, sitting up. “I’m going to take a shower,” I continue then quietly walk away.

  I feel tense, and the energy in the room has completely changed. The passion and intense feelings of rapture are all gone, replaced by fear and uncertainty. I leave him in bed, and I relax a little in the privacy of the shower. How do I handle this? I thought I was ready… Did I do this too soon?

  My confusion must confuse him, and I know it isn’t fair to him, but maybe I need to take a minute to pull my thoughts and feelings together. Maybe this is moving too quickly. I let the water pound on my head for fifteen minutes. After, I get dressed and return to my bedroom. He sits at the edge of the bed, fully dressed sans his tie.

  “You’re leaving?” I ask.

  “I think it would be best.”