Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES)

by SK

  Darrell!

  “What are you doing here?” She whispered, staring into his gray eyes.

  Seeing Darrell smile at the question caused an instantaneous ache of lust to pulsate between her thighs. It made no sense whatsoever for a man to be so utterly and ridiculously sexy as the one standing in front of her.

  Once he realized she wasn’t going to invite him in, Darrell stepped past her and closed the door behind him. As arrogant as ever, he took the glass out of her hand and swallowed the rest of the wine before he answered her question.

  “What am I doing here? You and I have some unfinished business to settle. Don’t you agree?”

  And with that proclamation, he strolled further into the room as if he had every right to be there. Curious, he walked around her condo, picking up pictures and then setting them down. As nonchalant as he acted, he could almost fool himself into believing this was just a friendly visit and that he hadn’t had the best sex of his life with this woman a couple of months ago - almost.

  Jerra stood with her back to him while still facing the door as she tried to regain her composure. With trembling hands, she quickly pulled the top of her robe closed over her breasts and tied the belt tighter. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply to try and still her racing heart then whirled around and fixed him with an unwavering glare.

  “What in the hell are you doing here?”

  Darrell spared her an unconcerned glanced before heading in the direction of the kitchen. Jerra’s mouth dropped at his sheer, unapologetic audacity. “Excuse me….!”

  She quickly followed him and watched in disbelief as he opened the refrigerator as if this was his domain. He took out the bottle of wine and refilled the glass he had taken from Jerra’s unresisting hand. Darrell sent her a look which let her how much he enjoyed the fact that she was clearly thrown off balance. .

  “Want a glass?” he calmly asked her.

  “Wha…you….” Jerra sputtered in disbelief.

  The corner of Darrell’s eyes crinkled in amusement. He leaned against the counter and drank half the wine in one sip while studying her. Somehow, he knew she didn’t find herself speechless too often.

  “Come on, Counselor. What’s wrong - cat got your tongue?” he taunted.

  Jerra’s eyes narrowed as she took the bait. “You have one minute to get the hell out of my home or I will call security. Speaking of which, how did you get past Stan anyway?!”

  “Oh you mean the brotha downstairs? He’s a real cool dude. Look, don’t be upset with him. He found out I was visiting from Nevada and turns out, his daughter lives on the outskirts of Vegas. So we got to talking and one thing led to another, I told him I wanted to surprise you. To quote him, he could see I was ‘good people’.” Darrell smiled at her as he took another sip from the glass. He knew his next words would provoke her even more, but for some reason, he just couldn’t help himself. “I tell ya, Southern hospitality at its best.”

  Seeing her reaction, his smile widened. Yeah. She was pissed. Good. She needed her feathers ruffled. He planned on smoothing them out for her in just a minute.

  “Is that so? Well we’ll just see about that tomorrow. You could’ve been a fucking killer or rapist for all he knew, and he lets you come waltzing up without even checking with me or at the very least announcing I have a visitor? Oh no, that will definitely be addressed tomorrow.”

  Darrell was bringing the glass to his lips to finish off the rest of the wine when his hand stopped midway. Sighing, he said, “Come on, Jerra. There’s no need to get the man in trouble. It wasn’t his fault. I can be very convincing when I want to be.” He gave her the smile he usually kept on reserve when he needed to dig himself out of a tough spot. He should’ve known it wouldn’t work with her.

  “Oh, I know all about how convincing you can be. I want you out - now!”

  The smile on Darrell’s lips slowly disappeared. He lowered the glass to the counter. Folding his arms, he rubbed his chin as if giving her directive some serious thought, then said, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Jerra’s eyes widened. Surely she had misunderstood him. “What did you say?”

  “You heard me. I said - I’m not going anywhere. At least, not yet. I meant what I said about us having unfinished business.”

  “Oh, I think everything was crystal clear the last time we saw each other…Eclipse.” Jerra literally sneered in distaste when she recalled the events of that night. Darrell’s jaw tightened at the mocking way she said his stage name, but Jerra continued before he could let loose with a biting reply. “Now if you feel you have unresolved issues to clear up, then I suggest you do it elsewhere. That sounds like a personal problem because I’m just fine.”

  With cold, calculating eyes, he moved towards her and murmured, “Are you now?”

  Darrell kept walking until he was standing inches from her. If she dared to even breathe, the tips of her hard, aching nipples would touch his chest, but Jerra refused to take a step back or be cowered. He wasn’t going to intimidate her in her own home…or rather if he did, she’d die before she let him know it.

  His gaze dropped to the top of her robe, which had once again gapped open in her agitation. He could see the pulse in her throat beating erratically. Eyes that were cold and distant a moment ago warmed and darkened as they slid over the slope of her exposed naked breasts.

  Jerra felt the blood rush to her head from standing this close to him. Ignoring her decision to hold her ground, she tried to move back in order to put some distance between them, but it was too late. Darrell’s hand quickly snaked around her waist and pulled her body flush up against his. He lowered his head until his lips were a hair’s breath away from hers.

  “Don’t….” Jerra barely managed to get the weak protest out.

  But Darrell was an expert when it came to women and their reactions to him. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.”

  Jerra couldn’t deny the truth of her body’s reaction. Her breasts tingled and liquid heat pooled between her legs at his nearness; her control slipped away as each second passed. Her eyes lowered to his mouth. God help her, she wanted to feel his mouth on her body doing the things that had driven her wild and crazy in Vegas.

  In a last ditch effort to gain command of the situation, Jerra whispered in a shaky voice, “So what was the bet this time? How much was the wager?”

  Slowly shaking his head, Darrell looked her directly in the eye, not wanting there to be any mistaking the sincerity of his words. “Uh-uh. This time, it’s all about you and me - no one else.”

  Darrell had been rock hard since the moment she opened the door, and with her body against his, his erection was as unyielding as a brick wall. He wanted to gloat at the obvious desire she felt for him, but how could he when he wanted her just as much. Jerra’s eyes fluttered closed and her lips softly parted in anticipation of the kiss she knew was coming.

  Darrell hovered for a few seconds more before lightly licking the length of her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. Jerra whimpered at the unexpected caress. His pelvis did a slow, grind into her soft center, allowing her to feel just how aroused he was.

  She pressed closer and curled her hands around the front of his shirt. Her entire body trembled. "Mmmm..."

  "Shhh..." Darrell soothed her, gently kissing her closed eyelids. "I know, baby. I know." His lips skimmed along the soft skin of her cheek and finally down to her mouth. They both moaned as their tongues took over from there. Darrell reached up and slid his fingers through her hair and deepened the kiss.

  "Darrell. I want you...." Jerra sighed against his lips.

  Hearing her softly spoken words full of need, Darrell nudged her backwards until she came in contact with the large island in the middle of the kitchen. When he lifted her up onto it, Jerra reached back and swept the few odds and ends to the floor. She then turned to Darrell and clasped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Darrell rested one hand on her hip and twisted t
he other in her hair again as he brought her mouth back to his. His tongue twirled over hers in a sensual game of foreplay. Keeping his fingers firmly entrenched in her silky tresses his lips traveled down to the sensitive curve of her neck and licked her rapidly beating pulse, causing it to flutter even more.

  Darrell brought his hands to her robe and pulled the slinky material down past her shoulders so that it bunched around her hips. The look he gave her was heated and covetous as his eyes feasted on her perfectly formed breasts. He lowered his head and began to devour them like he was Adam in the Garden of Eden taking his first bite of the forbidden apple. Jerra held his face against the aching, round globes and cried out when his fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples just enough to make her want more.

  “Lift up,” Darrell instructed in a gruff voice.

  She placed her hands on the surface of the island and lifted her butt slightly off the counter, allowing him to slip the robe and her underwear off in movement. She tried to pull Darrell back to her, but he stood where he was as if hypnotized by the secret feminine powers he knew the triangle between her legs possessed. Jerra had just gotten a fresh wax, and her plump, hairless mound was smooth and inviting to the touch. Darrell parted her thighs and traced her outer lips with his finger, making Jerra scream out in absolute bliss.

  He continued the erotic assault as he lightly rubbed her clit, fascinated by the way it quivered and jumped when he applied a little pressure to the piercing. Stepping back, he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Probably because he had done it a thousand times while performing, he looked incredibly sexy without having to try. The sensuality of his movements was as natural to him as breathing. Jerra found herself holding her own breath as she waited for the last button to be undone. Darrell watched her as he pulled the shirt off. His eyes were now the color of the grayest of skies before the predicted thundershowers rained down.

  As soon as he threw the shirt to the floor, Jerra reached out to run her hands over a body which reflected his hard work and dedication to fitness, but he deliberately stood just out of reach. He gave her a mystifying smile before he turned around and went to the refrigerator.

  “Darrell…what…?”

  He didn’t answer as he bent down to survey the contents of her fridge a moment before he smiled in satisfaction. He pulled out the tray of large strawberries dipped in chocolate which she had fixed night before last. She didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but when it hit, this was her favorite treat. He grabbed the bottle of wine as well. Jerra unconsciously squeezed her legs together when she saw the lascivious look he sent her. She almost exploded from the anticipation of the promise in his eyes.

  Pouring a little bit more wine, he took a sip and said in a sexy voice, “I always enjoy a nice glass of wine with my dessert.”

  Jerra could not utter a word. She had never met anyone like him in her life. He exuded sensuality and effortless sex appeal. She closed her eyes to try and get some semblance of control over her runaway emotions, but it was useless. She knew she was his to do with as he pleased. There was no use even fighting it.

  “Lie down,” Darrell whispered to her. Eyes still closed, Jerra did as he ordered. He lifted her legs up on the counter, and opened her thighs wide. She knew her opening glistened with the damp sheen of her arousal, and a second later, he confirmed that fact when he softly said, “So wet…”

  Darrell took one of the strawberries from the tray and tantalizingly traced it around her trembling lips down there before slowly inserting the smaller end covered in chocolate inside of her pussy. He bit his bottom lip as he watched it disappear until just the fat part peeked out. Lowering his head, he licked her from her ass, then over the strawberry, on up to her clit in one long, delicious swipe. Loving the way she tasted, he moaned in appreciation at the combination of chocolate and cream.

  Jerra grabbed the edge of the island on both sides and arched her back as she helplessly undulated beneath the mastery of his tongue.

  Darrell looked up at her from between her legs and chuckled quietly. “Yeah, ma…I think you gonna have to hold on tight for this.”

  He then lowered his face and began eating his treat with an urgency he couldn’t explain. His appetite for her bordered on an obsession like none he’d ever known. When it came to Jerra, he was voracious and undeniably ravenous. He wanted to give her so much pleasure until she craved him like a drug and formed a habit she couldn’t kick.

  He circled his tongue around her succulent clit, lashed it up and down, side to side, continuously teasing the hard little nub. He spanked Jerra’s pussy like she damn sure stole something. She begged, whimpered, and moved uncontrollably as bolts of pleasure ripped through her body with the force of a category five hurricane.

  Just as she was moments away from being torn into a million orgasmic pieces, Darrell covered her opening with his mouth and suctioned the strawberry out a little at a time until there was enough to take a bite.

  The strawberry flavored juice trickled down between Jerra’s luscious cheeks. On a mission, Darrell dipped his head to catch it, determined not to let a drop escape. Jerra groaned as he inserted the tip of his tongue in her anus and moved it in and out before sucking the rest of the sweet fruit into his mouth. She tried to scoot back and elude the exquisite sensation that was almost more than she could handle.

  However, Darrell foiled her desperate intentions by wrapping his arms around her thighs. He kept her in place as he continued to eat her strawberry flavored pussy until she came hard. Darrell held her tight as she screamed and thrashed on top of the island. The taste of her cream along with the strawberry and chocolate made him to growl in satisfaction. He knew he’d just found his new favorite dessert. Lifting his head, he licked his lips before looking at her, then back at the tray full of fruit.

  “Mmmm. Four more to go,” he grinned, and started the process all over again.

  Several strawberries later, Jerra came for the third time and begged him to stop. Satisfied, Darrell stepped back and removed his pants. He took in the sight of Jerra lying weak and spent. The only movements coming from her were the shivering aftershocks of her orgasms. He rolled a condom over his shaft then effortlessly lifted himself up and settled between Jerra’s thighs.

  Jerra automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his erection into her beckoning paradise. Darrell immediately began fucking her and giving her each thick, delicious inch of his dick. Jerra cried out to him how good it was, and reached down to grab his ass to pull him in deeper. She didn’t care if she wasn’t able to walk for a week afterwards. She wanted all of this dick.

  “Oh my God…!” She yelled as she climaxed again from the relentless circling of his hips as he tapped her clit.

  In the words of her favorite comedian, Bernie Mac, he was stirring her pussy like mutherfuckin’ coffee and missed not one single inch of her wet pussy walls. Feeling the way her pussy was talking to him, Darrell couldn’t hold his own explosion off any longer. He threw his head back and came in a low, guttural growl. The orgasm seemed to go on forever.

  After several minutes passed, they looked at each other and locked eyes. Shock and awe settled between them. Neither wanted to speak for fear of breaking the magical spell surrounding them. Darrell pushed himself up and off the island then scooped Jerra up in his arms. Wordlessly, she pointed to the refrigerator. He carried her over so that she could open it and grab a can of whipped cream.

  “My turn,” she told him before directing him to the bedroom.

  Grinning, Darrell quickly left the kitchen. Never let it be said he wasn’t an equal opportunity kind of man.

  Chapter 19

  Darrell lay stretched out on his back in Jerra‘s bed, clawing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to find something to hang on to so that he wouldn’t go tumbling over the edge of ecstasy just yet.

  “Got damn…!” He’d stopped trying to hold back his howls of pleasure after the first few minutes when Jerra started licking the whipped cream off his dick
in painfully slow swipes.

  Delicately smacking her lips, she glanced up at him with a knowing expression on her face. “Everything okay, baby?” He answered by reaching down and pushing her head back towards his package.

  Jerra laughed softly and resumed the slow, sweet torture, determined to show him he wasn’t the only one with oral skills talented enough to leave a person damned near weak and disoriented. The loving and erotic assault was driving Darrell crazy, especially when Jerra’s tongue leisurely swirled around his thick dickhead. Her saliva mixed with the pre-cum flowing out of his slit made it all the better.

  “Oh shit. Jerra…baby.”

  “That’s right. Make sure you know who‘s taking care of this dick because tonight it belongs to Jerra.”

  Just so there would be no mistaking what she was telling him, she spelled her name - first, middle, and last – up and down his length with the tip of her tongue. Darrell’s powerful body writhed helplessly about on the bed. He couldn’t stop his toes from tightly curling up as he felt himself on the verge of knocking on heaven’s door. Sensing this, Jerra suctioned him deeper into her mouth and waved her tongue against the vein running on the underside of his shaft.

  “Aw fuck, yeah mama, this is your dick….”

  Satisfied that she had gotten her point across, Jerra dipped her head and wrapped her lips around his jewels before inhaling them into her warm mouth. She sucked on both of his nuts before letting them pop out. Her hand lovingly cupped them and gave them the gentlest of massages.

  “Jerraaa….” Darrell didn’t know how much more he could take.

  Still not satisfied, Jerra pushed his leg back towards his chest and leaned down to lick the whipped cream from his ass. He instinctively tried to move away from her probing tongue, but Jerra persisted until she had him begging for it. She continuously rimmed the outside of his anal entrance before slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of his tight hole. Soon after, his penis jerked spasmodically as if it had a will of his own. Knowing he was about ready to cum, Jerra returned to his dick and sucked it in earnest while pumping her hand along his length. When she stroked up, her mouth slid down. With each movement, she swallowed more and more of him, willing herself to breathe deeply and relax.