Dirty Little Quickies

by Shanora Williams

  He clutched one of my ass cheeks with one of his hands, forcing me to lower down until my pussy was directly on his mouth. I couldn’t fight the gasp that spilled through my lips. His tongue was on my clit, circling it rapidly. It was a repetitive action—the same motion over and over again that built me up to ultimate euphoria.

  “Oh my gosh, Jude,” I gasped.

  “Fuck my mouth, baby,” he mumbled between my legs.

  I didn’t resist. I pushed up on my palms and put my clit directly on his tongue, rocking my hips. His hand massaged and squeezed my ass for a while before both slid up to my waist

  “Oh, fuck,” I cursed. I was close.

  So close.

  He ate me with heavy groans and thick grunts, all of the sounds vibrating through my legs. I kept grinding, trying to find that perfect spot, and when I found it, I completely let go.

  I stilled on top of him and he brought my hips down, pressing his tongue harder and milking the orgasm out of me.

  “Shit, Jude!” I cried out, burying my fingernails in the sheets. My eyes were squeezed tight and I swear I could see stars. “Oh, my goodness,” I panted, trying to keep up with the release but it was fucking impossible so instead, I shattered, crumpling forward with my legs shaking around his head.

  “Mmm,” Jude groaned, like he could taste the release—like he’d won a prize and was happy about it. He finished me off with several more licks before finally lifting me up and sliding me over.

  I flopped onto my back, trying to catch my breath, and he took place between my legs, running a finger through my sex. It was sensitive down there so I shuddered, whimpering softly.

  “Look at you. So relaxed. I’ll have to get you to fuck my face more often,” he said with a cocky smile. “Now spread your legs for me,” he rasped. “It’s my turn to come.”

  TEN

  JUDAS

  She really was good.

  Her pussy alone could drive any man to the brink of madness. The way she wrapped around my cock and clenched while I fucked her—the sensation drove me out of my mind. The way she licked me clean, making sure her cum, as well as mine, was all gone? Fuck, it was to die for.

  I rested on my back as she tied her hair up. She was flawless, really. She kept herself in good shape—shaped just like a Coca-Cola bottle, her light brown skin silky and smooth.

  I’ll be honest and say I’d never fucked a woman outside my race before. With the way I was raised, I was so used to dating white women that it never really occurred to me to try, though I had been curious about it since college.

  When Jenna came in for an interview with my part-time assistant, Bobby, and introduced her to me as an applicant for the secretary position…well, let’s just say I knew she was going to be the first woman outside my race I claimed, and let me tell you—it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

  I knew something was still on her mind.

  Normally, after we fucked, she would be lying beside me, touching me, but today she was sitting up with her back to me, avoiding my eyes. She’d been acting off all morning.

  “You gonna tell me what’s on your mind?” I asked, placing a hand on her waist.

  She finally looked back, putting on a smile that even a child would know was forced. “Not right now.”

  “Why not?”

  “I just…don’t want to ruin the moment.” Her eyes softened.

  I sighed, pulling my hand away from her waist and sitting up with my back against the headboard. “Well, can I tell you what’s been on my mind?”

  “What?” She was curious.

  “You and that stupid date you had Friday.”

  Her eyes spread wide at first, and then she laughed softly.

  “Something funny?” I asked, cocking a brow.

  “It’s just…you,” she laughed again. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Judas Clement.”

  “I don’t want anyone touching you but me. I saw the way he looked at you. He wanted to take you home that night. He wanted to get between your legs.”

  “Well, he didn’t, Jude, so you have nothing to worry about.” She faced me, completely naked. I was glad to have her attention.

  “I want you to leave him alone,” I told her. “I don’t want you talking to him anymore.”

  “Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want you talking to Michaela,” she countered with a slight frown.

  I frowned too, just from the mention of Michaela’s name. “You know it doesn’t work that way, Jenna.”

  “Then I won’t stop talking to Tyler.” She folded her arms.

  “Tyler?” I scoffed with an incline of my eyebrows. “So, you’re using his name now?”

  “Well, he does have a name,” she said, pushing off the bed and walking around it to get to her cellphone on the table. “I think he sent me a text this morning actually.”

  “What are you doing?” I probed.

  “Just checking some stuff,” she murmured.

  “Jenna, if you text him while you’re with me, I swear to God—” What? What was I going to do?

  She peered over her shoulder, and started texting anyway. I got off the bed and hustled her way, grabbing her phone, shutting the screen off, and putting it back down on the table.

  “Jude!” she protested, but I ignored her, picking her up by the waist and placing her ass on top of the table too. She knew exactly what to do; her legs went around my waist and her arms around the back of my neck. “You can’t tell me not to talk to him when you and I both know you’re going to marry her,” she breathed out with edge to her voice.

  “You don’t know that,” I muttered.

  “Yes, I do. I heard her in your office that day. Your parents want you to marry her. You’re obligated to.”

  I shook my head, looking away. “It’s complicated, Jenna. But I’m working on a plan so I don’t have to. So I can keep doing whatever I want.”

  “What plan?” she asked, and I looked up into her eyes again.

  “A plan so that I can stay with you longer. Be with you more often.”

  “Your parents wouldn’t like that. They want you married. It makes them and the company look better and I’m pretty sure there’s money involved too.”

  I sighed. “I really have to start closing my door when she shows.”

  She giggled at that, and after several seconds her face turned serious. She was quiet for a beat. “Jude, I don’t want you to marry her,” she blurted out. “So, whatever plan you’re working on, finish it. Keep working. I’ll break it off with Tyler if you promise not to marry her. Promise that you’ll find a way to make this last longer.”

  Fuck.

  She had my heart by the strings. How was that even possible?

  I wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t have expected anything from me at all—but, how could I? She looked at me with big, pleading eyes, like a woman that would be lost without me.

  This was what was bothering her—why she had been acting strange all morning. I had to fix the problem the only way I knew how.

  I pushed between her legs, sliding my palm across inside of her thigh and then spreading them apart. She sucked in a breath when she felt my cock getting hard on her thigh again.

  I had no idea why she turned me on so much. Hell, any woman that wanted more from me usually left my cock soft and had me running in the other direction, but not her. Not Jenna.

  I pushed in, one hand going to her hip to angle her hips up. Her chin dropped as I slowly slid into her, keeping my eyes on hers. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck again, sliding closer to the edge of the table, making my whole cock disappear inside her.

  I let out a ragged breath. I couldn’t believe she was still so damn tight and wet, even after the damage I’d caused less than twenty minutes ago.

  I started a light thrust, cupping her ass in my hands and lifting her a few inches off the table, leaving no choice but for her to do the work. She pressed a palm on the table, one arm still wrapped around my neck, and ground h
er pussy on my dick.

  I squeezed her ass in my hands, listening to the slick and sticky sounds her body made—loving how her mouth spread wider and her head fell back as she fucked my cock.

  “As long as you stay away from him, I’m all yours, babe,” I mumbled. “As long as you keep grinding on my cock like this,” I groaned, dropping my head and watching her pussy slide up and then down on my dick, “then I’m all yours. And you are all mine.” I clutched her ass, getting a better grip.

  Slowly but surely, with each word of mine that fueled her, she began to unravel.

  “Oh, Jude,” she panted.

  “Fuck, yes, baby. Come all over my dick.”

  She let out a sharp whimper and I finally started to thrust, bringing her higher. Before I knew it, she was squealing—fucking squealing—as she stilled and came all over me.

  “Shit—Jude!” she cried, and watching her come like that—her body bucking with each slow, steady thrust of my cock, left me no choice but to empty myself inside her again.

  This girl was going to be filthy—filled with my cum—and I didn’t even care. She was mine—her pussy, mine—and there wasn’t a motherfucker on earth that was going to have her again.

  ELEVEN

  JENNA

  Nightfall had come and after taking a shower and tying my hair up into a loose bun, Jude helped me zip my dress up.

  He turned me around to face him before I could go for my heels by the door. “This upcoming weekend,” he started, his eyes a little more serious. “I want you to come to the gala.”

  “You mean the gala where your entire family and Michaela will be?” I scoffed, pulling away gently and going for my heels. “Yeah, I was thinking about that. After what I heard, I think I should pass this year.”

  I was flattered he’d asked me to come again, but it was going to be tough pretending we had nothing going on this time around. At least last year, we were only fantasizing about screwing each other. Now that we actually were, it was going to be a little trickier to keep our hands to ourselves or get through the night without anyone noticing how intimate we actually were.

  “I’m not even taking her as my date, Jenna,” he stated.

  I looked up after putting one of my heels on. “But she wants you to take her.”

  He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I have to or that I will.”

  “So, you’re really going to go single again?” I asked, shoving a hand on my waist.

  “No. We’re going together,” he said with a small smile. “You and I.”

  “Together?” I frowned as I slid into my other heel. “How? I mean—I’m flattered, but they’d never accept that, Jude.”

  “You’re my secretary, Jenna. You’ll be coming as just that—my secretary, just like you did last year. There will be people I need to connect with there. My family will think you’re there to assist me.”

  “And Michaela?” I inquired, cocking a brow.

  He walked my way, his sweat pants sitting low on his hips. My eyes fell to the cuts in his abdomen, venturing over the happy trail that I knew led to a grand package.

  “Michaela can fuck off,” he mumbled. I laughed. I had no idea why that statement caused me so much delight.

  “You know how she is. She’s just—ugh.” I exhaled. “She could see us walking in together and then she’ll be all over you and I hate watching it, Jude. I hate knowing that she has the upper hand.”

  He studied my face. “Do you really think she has the upper hand, babe?” He gripped my shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “I don’t book hotels every week to spend them with Michaela. I’m with you. My time with her is…forced and ridiculous. My time with you is…desired and enjoyable.”

  I rolled my eyes but smiled a little. “Why can’t you just tell them that you don’t want to marry her?”

  He pulled his hands away, creating an absence that I wasn’t exactly comfortable with. He made his way to the wide window, staring ahead at the beach. The waves were a little rougher now, the wind blowing strong. It was a little darker out. The sun had mostly set. Much like the mood.

  “Jude?” I called, taking a slight step forward.

  Shoving his fingers through his hair, he let out an exasperated sigh. “My family isn’t that understanding, Jenna. You know that. You’ve met them.” Yeah, I had met them several times and they were not pleasant people—well more so his mother and sister, Janelle, than his father. They had Jude on this pedestal and expected nothing but greatness from him. He was the main breadwinner now since his dad had retired after a car accident that caused him to break his hip, so all the pressure was on him.

  Fortunately, Jude was a great businessman. He knew the ins and outs and the ups and downs. His only flaw? He loved sex and women. He was a playboy and sometimes an arrogant jackass, which is why it surprised me he was religiously meeting me on Sundays.

  A part of me wanted to believe that he just liked being around me—that I was his escape from everyday life and even his family. But I knew the truth.

  Sex. It was just sex.

  “You don’t know this, but we weren’t born into this industry,” he continued. “My father hardly had two pennies to rub together before he finally got Clement Architecture up and running. My mother was a waitress for a midnight diner. We were dirt poor before getting to this level, so I can understand their demands. They don’t want to see it fall. They will do anything to keep this business afloat—to keep me on top and have it running. Unfortunately, that means arranged marriages to daughters of wealthy men, just to meet the quota for the next ten years. That means having a child with said wealthy daughter, just to continue the Clement legacy.”

  The mention of a child made my chest cave in. “A child?” I whispered, but my voice cracked, betraying me.

  Jude glanced over his shoulder. “I’m working on something so that marrying her is no longer a requirement.”

  “But even if you don’t marry her, they’ll never accept you being with anyone else, Jude,” I murmured.

  He turned to face me. “They can’t tell me who to be around, Jenna. They can nag and demand, but they don’t own me. At the end of the day, I’m the one signing the contracts and walking into that office every single morning to keep the business up and running while they run around spending money and pretending they’re still a part of what I do. I appreciate what they’ve done and all they’ve sacrificed, but I’m a grown man. Until I can reach a position where my family feels secure and like they don’t have to rely on me marrying Michaela, this is how it has to be between us.”

  “Hiding. Lying. Sneaking around,” I said, trying to keep my bottom lip from trembling.

  “I don’t want it to be this way, Jenna,” he said softly, meeting up to me. “Trust me, I don’t. I want to take you places. I want to go on dumb dates at cheap bars and drink cheap tequila like what you experienced Friday. I’m working something out. I swear.”

  “See, that’s where I’m confused. All of what you say you want to do is so misleading. You say not to take this seriously, but then you say things like that. Taking me on dates. Spending more time with me. You want to do all of that, but you say I shouldn’t expect more from you. It’s confusing, Jude.”

  He groaned and turned his back to me, like he knew he couldn’t win that debate.

  “If you want to do all of that with me, why won’t you kiss me?” I asked, leaning into him. “I know you feel more for me, Jude. I know this isn’t just about sex anymore. We have a connection, a strong one. I feel it every time I’m with you.”

  He turned around again and watched my mouth.

  He held my shoulders. “My mother always taught me to only kiss a woman I know I love. To kiss when it feels right.”

  “Right,” I mumbled. “And you don’t love me. You’ll never love me—or any woman for that matter because you’re Jude Clement.” I jerked away, going for my jacket and bag.

  “Jenna, what have I told you?” He caught my arm before I could slide the strap of my p
urse over my shoulder. “When this started, you said you wouldn’t get upset about the kissing—that you understood and weren’t expecting anything more from me. I feel like I’m in fucking middle school having to constantly break this down to you.”

  “I know what I said, that’s why I’m leaving, so I don’t sit around here like some mope, expecting my boss to kiss me.” I peeled his hand away and slid the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Clement.”

  He called my name but I was out of the door before he could come after me again. I wasn’t going to let him use his body to dig himself out of this one.

  When I got in my car, I couldn’t fight the dread that filled my veins. Carrie was so right about me. About this whole arrangement. It wasn’t just for fun anymore. It’d become much more.

  Having to pull away was going to kill me, but I knew if this was all that I was getting out of it—leaving the hotel feeling like I hadn’t gotten enough of his heart and soul—then it was best to rip the Band-Aid right off and end it.

  I couldn’t sit around and wait for him to break my heart. That’s what was going to happen if I didn’t terminate this before he did.

  TWELVE

  JENNA

  It shocked me to find out that Jude wasn’t coming in to work the next morning. My heart was racing on the way there, anxious to know if he had more to say, but then I reached my desk and found an email from him, and my racing heart had settled a bit.

  Subject: Meeting

  I flew back to Santa Ana for another meeting. Please make sure the files and presentations for Fox are organized for tomorrow morning. You may work at home today if you’d like.

  Judas Clement

  C.E.O of Clement Architecture

  I sighed, and took him up on the offer of working at home. Without him in the office it was just too boring.