by D. A. Young
“Give me tonight?” she pleaded, hating both the way she sounded so thirsty and the reluctance in his black eyes to comply with her request, but then it was gone as he pushed her back into the softness of his bed.
Guy yanked his pants off and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He followed Pearl down onto the bed, covering her soft curves with his hard body as his lips captured hers. She rolled him to his back and climbed on top, trailing kisses down his body, before wrapping her lips around his straining cock. “Ladies first, mon amour.”
Guy closed his eyes and gave himself up to her pleasurable mouth. He could do tonight, he told himself. Tonight would be his goodbye to her. He could do tonight.
Her tongue swirled up and down his satiny length, and she eagerly swallowed the sticky essence that appeared on the mushroomed head before lapping at his balls as her hands stroked him. Pearl felt pleasure at his harsh curse as Guy put his hands in her hair and took control. He rose up and Pearl fell back on the bed, her pussy already flooded in anticipation of what would come next. Guy’s eyes were unreadable as he straddled her and pulled two straps of leather from underneath one of the pillows and tied one wrist then the other to his wooden bed posts.
As she looked up at him in the dimmed light, Pearl’s heart hurt at how beautiful he was. His raven black hair, so sleek in his tightly-woven French braids, was a stark contrast to the burnished copper tone of his skin that reflected his Native American and Spanish heritage. With almond-shaped obsidian eyes over cheekbones sharp enough to cut butter and a regal nose, Guiles was so arresting, Pearl found she could look at him for the rest of her life.
“Move,” he commanded, and she jerked at her restraints so that he could see she was incapable of doing so. Satisfied, Guiles moved up further and stroked her lips with his dick, leaving them glistening with his precum as she suctioned him back into her mouth. Pearl moaned, and the sound vibrated along his length, causing him to go taut with restraint to prevent himself from thrusting all the way into her mouth. She sucked harder to let him know she wanted more, and he smiled softly at her.
“Easy, Pearl, we’ve got all night,” he reminded her as he trailed his fingertips from her wrists all the way down to her armpits, observing the way she bit her lips and her nipples tightened to dark buds, begging for his attention. Guy plucked at them, twisted them firmly, and then slowly rubbed away the pain. He stretched over her and fed her languorous kisses as he continued to fondle her breasts. His tongue stroked deep into her mouth, and she wrapped her legs around his muscular thighs, eager to be one with him. Guy shifted so his cock rubbed sensuously against her swollen clit, and he swallowed every frantic whimper she uttered before lowering his head and treating her turgid nipples to that skillful tongue as his shaft was coated in her increasing wetness.
“Guiles, mmmm, yes like that…I want to touch you,” Pearl struggled to speak as the erotic pleasure threatened to take her under. It was torture to not be able to touch him and hold him close. The tingling in her pussy was building as his cock rubbed harder and longer against her clit. Sooo close…
He chuckled softly, loving how out of control she was with pleasure, “Rules are rules, Pearl.”
His tongue trailed to her ribcage, and his fingers replaced his cock as he slid lower to delve into her pussy and give her relief. Guy’s fingers played her expertly as his thumb pinched her clit hard and his fingers thrust into her and found her g-spot, rubbing roughly. Pearl went wild, jerking and screaming as she instantly climaxed, only to be prolonged as Guy sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit down while his fingers fucked her relentlessly, and her juices leaked everywhere. Then his tongue plunged into her forcefully and he swirled it around and around lapping up her arousal.
“Fuuuuuck, Guiles! Yesss! Eat my pussy just like that!” Pearl shouted as she thrust upward dying for more as he found her g-spot.
Guy inhaled the sweet scent of her musky arousal and shifted her thighs over his shoulders, opening her up even more to reveal her swollen nub. He watched Pearl’s pretty face contort in ecstasy, waiting until her eyes drifted shut before he spanked her clit. Hard.
“Aaaagh!” she cried out as he continued the smacks in a rapid pattern, breaking her apart again and turning her into a shuddering mass. Guy lowered her bottom to the bed, watching as her arousal gushed out of her and into the cleft of her ass. His dick was rock hard and in need of relief. So far so good. He saw her and only her, long brown hair damp with perspiration that also beaded her rosy skin. Guy grabbed the condom packet and tore it open, quickly sheathing himself and driving into her slickness, causing Pearl to cry out at his invasion. He hissed at the snug feel, allowing her to adjust as he reached over and untied her bonds.
Pearl locked eyes with him, drowning in their blackness as they blazed back at her. She reached up to touch his face, and he allowed her to do so, remaining perfectly still as she lovingly traced his lips and brushed against his Fu Manchu. Then she moved to his broad shoulders and down the sinewy muscles of his arms to his ripped abdomen, until she came to where they were joined and that part of him, so long and thick that was buried within her. That she would never feel again after tonight…she had to let him know.
“Thank you for this. I’ve never had so much pleasure in my life, Guiles,” she smiled tremulously at the affection she saw for her in his eyes.
“You’re a vibrant beautiful woman, Pearl,” Guiles dropped his head so their foreheads touched. “Please don’t forget that. There’s plenty of time for you, but it waits for no one, so make the most of it, darlin’.”
“Yes, you are right,” she breathed against his sumptuous lips. “Starting now. I want you to…there.”
Guy nibbled at her lips. “Are you sure, Pearl?”
“There’s no one I’d trust more, Guiles,” she insisted huskliy. “This is our last night. Give it to me the way I want, cherie.”
So he withdrew and reached for the bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer, applying a generous amount on the condom, before he added more to his fingers. Leaning over, he kissed Pearl demandingly as he rubbed against her star. She flinched at the cold wetness before opening herself up to him, undoing his long black braids so his hair became a dark cloak around them as he introduced her to a decadently sinful pleasure.
“Oh my stars, Guiles!”
Guy smiled into her mouth as he added a second finger to her ass and felt her relax even more. “There’s so much more to come, Pearl. The most important thing is to relax and stay in the moment with me. I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll wonder why you ever waited.”
“Mmmm, I can’t wait,” she purred, lifting to meet his talented fingers as he added a third; her hand drifted down to pluck her clit, and she cried out ecstatically.
Guy removed her hand and gave her a mock scowl. “That’s my job, Pearl. Now, I’m gonna need you to turn over.”
Pearl rolled over, dizzy with reckless abandon as she felt him at her back entrance. She cried out at the immense pressure as his head slowly pushed forward, and he massaged her back soothingly but still continued, only stopping when the head pushed past her sphincter to give her relief.
“Spread ‘em, Pearl,” he ordered hoarsely at her tightness, and she obeyed falling forward as he eased in even more and retreated slightly, repeating this pattern until he was all the way in. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck me, Guy! I need you to move!” she cried as she flexed tighter around him and needing relief from the foreign, aching fullness.
Slowly, he pushed her down to the mattress, wrapping her dark hair around his fist as he eased them onto their sides, and he shoved his thigh between hers and opened her up while allowing himself deeper access. Guy bit her earlobe as he started to move, slow deep thrusts in and out of her ass as his lips moved to her neck and teased her sensitive nerves.
Pearl whimpered as his fingers found her over-sensitized clit and teased it while his other arm held her in place across her chest to pluck at her nipples, pinching and
twisting them as he fucked her harder and faster, leaning over to capture her lips and cries. Pearl was wrong. So very wrong. She hadn’t been ready for this or this side of him. He was everywhere, bringing her body and mind to pinnacles of rapture she hadn’t known existed.
“Goddamn, Pearl! Never forget that you were made for lovin’!” Guy hissed against her jaw, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as he fondled her lush breasts and pussy while fucking her plump ass mercilessly. “Say you’ll never settle, baby! Promise me, Pearl…promise me!”
“I won’t!” she screamed as her body succumbed to the intense carnality that only he had been able to evoke, clenching and unclenching around him as they soared together to ecstasy. As he released into her, Guy had to bury his lips against Pearl’s neck as he was once more haunted by another face. Fuck! He was so screwed.
Chapter Fourteen
Washington D.C.
Sidra’s stomach heaved uncontrollably as she bent over the toilet and emptied the breakfast she’d just consumed. After making sure she was done, she flushed and then rinsed her mouth at the sink, taking in her sunken eyes and sallow-looking skin. Great; she not only felt like shit but looked like it as well, she thought sourly as she reached into her bag for her cosmetics pouch and prayed for a miracle. She applied a liberal amount of bronzer to her cheeks and black eyeliner to her bottom lids. To her lips, she applied a sheer nude gloss and gave a sigh as she evaluated her complexion. At least she didn’t look like a “Thriller” video extra anymore.
There was a knock at the door, and then she heard Dominick’s concerned voice come through. “Hey, is everything okay with you?”
Sidra closed her eyes, remembering that she’d jumped up from the chair in Dominick’s office and made the mad dash to the bathroom. Struggling for normalcy, she called out, “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just taking medication for my…allergies. I’m not supposed to have dairy if I take it. I’ll be right out.”
“Copy that. Come to the studio when you’re ready, Sid.” She listened to make sure she heard his retreating footsteps before pulling out her travel sized bottle of Listerine. All Sidra wanted to do was crawl back into bed. Not the bed at the hotel. No, she wanted Casey’s bed with him cuddling the fuck out of her. Never had anything hurt so much as being separated from him. She still couldn’t even talk about how out of control he’d looked, and she doubted anyone would believe her. Although she feared no confrontation, Casey had really looked like he wanted to hurt her that night, and that was the worst of all. He had to go before it got worse because she knew Casey would not have believed her if she’d told him that.
Sidra hadn’t returned any of his attempts at contact and was pissed that she couldn’t spend the past weekends with her friends and family. Casey would insist on talking, and she wasn’t ready. He had bigger problems that needed attention before addressing them, and she couldn’t do that without a mediator. Her mother’s words danced in her head.
“That man carries so much pain, I’m surprised you can’t smell his infected wounds,” Lena warned. “It will make or break you if it’s not addressed. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door and exited down the hall to a flight of stairs leading to Dominick’s basement. The muted bass thumping from behind the third door on the left was the studio. Sidra opened the door, and Dominick smiled at her lazily. “All better?”
“Just peachy, Dom,” Sidra replied with a bright smile as she grabbed her headphones and went to sit in front of her laptop. She opened her personal drawer and pulled out a black scrunchie and quickly pulled her hair back in a haphazard ponytail. Turning her laptop on, she spoke, “Let’s work on that new beat for the remix to your instrumental solo. I wanna make it so sick, people will be ill for days after hearing it. At first, I wanted to mix just by wave riding, but it sounds waaaay better with headphones. Don’t worry, I downloaded both versions so you can listen for yourself.”
“You know I always like what you do, ma,” Dominick shrugged as he leaned back in his chair and studied her unnoticed as she slipped on her headphones and went into the zone. Sidra was too everything for words and didn’t deserve the way lawyer boy under-appreciated her. He smiled as he watched her get lost in the music and make adjustments on her laptop. From the moment he saw her, he knew they would get along. She was just like him on a level that her punk-ass boyfriend couldn’t even relate to. Hopefully, with this rift in their relationship, Sidra would see the light and move on. Maybe she just needed a getaway. Somewhere to relax and clear her head and he knew just the thing.
Dominick opened his phone and looked at the email his agent had sent to him. There was an ‘America The Beautiful’ tour that he needed confirmation from Dominick on. There would be ten other bands along with Bison Blue. This would be a great way for her to network her skills, which in turn would keep her too busy to think about anything else. He raised his eyes and watched Sidra bobbing her head to the music with closed eyes and tried to swallow the lump of pride in his throat. She didn’t realize the lengths he would go to for her to be happy. It was time to put Casey behind her and make sure he stayed there. Sidra could do way better than him. She just needed space and opportunity. He got up from his chair and motioned to her that he was leaving. Sidra gave him the thumbs up and went back to adjusting tempos and making notes.
***
Hours later, Sidra jumped and opened her eyes at the hand on her shoulder. Dominick was standing behind her with a grin on the handsome face that had earned him sex symbol status. Of Asian and Hispanic descent, his features blended nicely together and gave him an exotic look with his slanted eyes, deep olive skin tone, and heavy curtain of wavy brown hair that he kept braided in cornrows. His wardrobe consisted of white dress shirts with vests and ragged denim jeans. Ten years Sidra’s senior, he’d started his music career in heavy metal but had moved on to indie rock where he’d carved his niche. “What’s up?”
“Sorry to break your concentration, but I just got some good news. We just picked up a fifty-city tour across the nation called ‘America The Beautiful’! Pack your bags, sweetheart; we’re going on a new adventure in two weeks,” he said gleefully, rubbing his hands together. “Isn’t that great?”
“Damn, that is good news!” Sidra agreed, but her mind was racing. There was no way she could do fifty cities with the way she was feeling. Just now, she’d started to doze off, but luckily her boss thought she was just in her zone. Not to mention the fact that a tour of that size would take her away from Casey. Speaking of…
“Hey, Dom, I heard the interview that you did with Kate. Nice job,” Sidra said, watching as he grinned unabashedly.
“Yeah, she played our new song with your beats! You did a great job on it, Sidra. It couldn’t have been done without you,” he replied enthusiastically.
“Well, thank you. I thought it sounded wonderful, and I only had one request regarding the interview. Do not discuss me if it’s not in a professional capacity. Please shut that shit down,” Sidra said seriously.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Dominick replied contritely. “She asked, and I don’t think I said anything offensive-”
“Kate was trying to imply something other than a working relationship, which wasn’t cool in the least because we both know it’s not even like that. Just going forward, I would appreciate not being gossip fodder for the media, alright?” Sidra offered him a tight smile. “It lets me know that you respect what I’m about. Cool?”
“Yeah, that’s cool. I’m sorry about that, and it won’t happen again. Sooo… in regards to the tour, we should celebrate and grab some dinner or something,” Dom suggested. “What about a drink? I’d love to take you to a little spot I know called The Park. What do you say?”
Before Sidra could reply, her phone vibrated, and she reached into her jeans for it. A glance showed she had two missed calls and voicemails, one from Casey and the other from her doctor’s office. She pressed Casey’s messa
ge first.
“It’s me again. I’m tryna respect the fact that you don’t want to talk to me right now, but the fact of the matter is…it’s killin’ me. My arms feel empty because you’re not in them and, I feel like I’m drownin’, baby. I can’t lie; I’m scared that you’re not missin’ me, and instead, you’re forgettin about me. I don’t want to scare you, but I’ll be damned if I let that happen.”
By the end of the second sentence, Sidra was gathering her things together and heading for the door. She turned to look at her boss apologetically. “Sorry, I can’t tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, though. I’ve saved all the tracks to your folder. Have a great night, Dominick.”
She turned to leave and missed the incensed expression on his handsome face.
Sidra listened to Casey’s message eight times as she anxiously waited for the car service. His words and the quiet desperation in his voice summed up exactly how she felt. Her phone rang again just as the car pulled up. “Hello?”
“Hello, this is Dr. Laura Klaus returning your call,” the dulcet voice replied. “How may I assist you, Sidra?”
***
Casey opened the door to his condo with a heavy heart. He hated coming home knowing that his baby wouldn’t be here. Even when she traveled, Sidra always made sure to leave a message on his answering machine for him to listen to when he got home or put little post-it love notes in his suit pockets. Those were just some of the little things he loved about her. He set his briefcase down and walked into the living room, coming to a halt when he saw her sitting there on the sofa with her legs crossed, where she’d obviously been waiting for him.
