What We Won't do for Love (Love, Lies & Lust Series)

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by Mz. Robinson


  I remembered what he said about taking it slow, but there was no way I was going to let him come over to my place at two a.m., looking and smelling this good and just talk. “Come here,” I said.

  For a brief moment he stood there looking at me. Finally, he began to approach me his eyes locked with mine. When he was close enough that my breath could rustle the small fine hairs on his chest, I slid my arms up around his neck. Pulling his lips to mine, I slid my tongue in his mouth. He responded by kissing me harder.

  Picking me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist. Once he had carried me to my bedroom he laid me down on my queen size bed. Removing all his clothes, he stood in front of me naked. Looking at his beautiful body I took a deep breath. I let my eyes travel down to that place between his legs. I slowly exhaled as I stared at his thick, long, perfect “thank his Mama she made him” dick.

  I pulled my clothes off so fast I was almost out of breath. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched him. He slowly looked down at my breasts and then finally to my exposed hairless vagina.

  Climbing on to the bed, Damon captivated my lips and tongue with his. Lying back against my silk comforter, I wrapped my fingers around his neck. Slowly he moved his lips down my neck to my breasts. Pushing them together so that my nipples stood out like two hot rockets, he licked over and around each of them. He suckled on my left nipple then on my right. He alternated from one to the other then he spread his mouth wide enough to suck them both at the same time. My body’s temperature was rising and I could feel the juices gathering in between my legs. Still holding my breasts together with one hand he allowed the other to slip in between my legs until his finger was exploring inside of me. As his mouth continued to feast on my tight nipples, his finger moved in and out of my wetness. Kissing then licking down and around my belly button, he spread my legs wide. Rolling his tongue over my protruding clit he continued to work his finger just below. His licks slowly increased to hard, pleasurable sucks.

  Grabbing his smooth head I moaned as my body began to tremble. Using both hands to spread my lips open, Damon dug his tongue inside of me and licked and ate me until my juices were pouring into his mouth. While I lay beneath him still shaking from my orgasm, he reached on to the floor into his pants pockets and removed a gold packaged condom. Thank you!

  “Lay down,” I told him, watching as he slid the protection on.

  “No,” He said. “You lay down.”

  Doing as he instructed I laid back and gave him complete control. When he entered me, I relaxed so he could fill me with every inch. As he began to rotate and grind inside of me, I started to thrust. “Slow down,” He whispered, looking down at me. Slowing my pace, I let him lead me. His rhythm was nice and slow, like he was serenading my body with his. Wrapping my legs around his waist I pulled him down farther on me. He felt so good I wanted him in me as far and as deep as possible. Elevating my hips, I moaned as he dove deeper. Staring in his eyes, I rotated harder and harder until the pleasure inside of me became more than I could hold.

  I let go allowing one orgasm immediately followed by another to course through my body. Droplets of sweat trickled down my forehead as I struggled to calm my breathing and stop my trembling. I came so hard I wanted to cry.

  He was still inside me hitting every corner and wall. After my body relaxed, he began to increase his speed. Holding him with every muscle inside of me, I moved with him. As he began to climax, he grabbed the sheets on each side of me and thrust as deep as he could go. I squeezed him tightly until I felt him deflate. Once his orgasm was complete, he slowly withdrew. Lowering his lips to my face he kissed my forehead, my nose and then my lips.

  “You are so beautiful,” He said, admiring my nakedness.

  I had been told this by plenty of men but there was something about the way Damon said it. Something about the way he looked at me when he said it.

  Smiling, I ran my fingers along the mounds of his chest. “Thank you,” I said. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I was not only referring to his body but to the dick down he just given me. The man had brought me to multiple orgasms and had managed not to work up a sweat!

  Laughing he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Against my normal routine, I lay with my face pressed into his chest and his arms wrapped securely around me. We lay there for a moment then we got up and showered together. When we returned to my bed, he held me until we slowly fell asleep.

  Chapter 10

  The next morning I cooked the two of us steaks, rice with gravy, and biscuits. It’s amazing how one night of good sex and multiple orgasms can turn a sister into Martha Stewart. After having breakfast with Damon, he left and I dressed and rode out to the country to visit my mother. I found her looking beautiful as always sitting on her porch swing with Bill.

  “Good morning,” I said to them as I stepped on the porch.

  “Hey baby,” She smiled, sweetly.

  “Good morning,” Bill said, standing.

  After kissing my mother’s cheek I gave Bill a hug.

  “So, how’s the business?” He asked, sitting back down.

  Sitting in the wicker chair in front of them, I told him, “Business is good.”

  “Your mother tells me you have a new friend,” He said, smiling at me. I wonder if she told him about her new friend.

  “Oh, she did?” I asked, darting my attention to my mother. She was smiling innocently.

  “Damon is a real catch,” She said.

  “So is Bill,” I said, giving her a fake smile

  She gave me a look that took me all the way back to my childhood. The look she gave right before she whooped my ass.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” she said, patting Bill on his hand.

  “Just wanted to make sure you were still aware,” I said.

  “Charlene doesn’t let a day go by without telling me she loves me,” Bill said, smiling at my mother.

  “Besides,” He added. “There is no place we would rather be than together.”

  I was beginning to doubt my mother’s feelings on that but I kept my comments to myself.

  “So how was Boston?” I asked, changing the subject. “And how is Opal?”

  “She’s doing a lot better,” He told me. “She sends her love.”

  Opal had been locked up in a mental health facility for the past month. She had a nervous breakdown when her husband Rick walked off and left her for another woman. She came home from work one day and the only thing she found in her house was a stray cat and her clothes. He had taken everything, even the rugs. I wouldn’t wish a breakdown on anyone, not even Opal. The two of us have never been close. Bill says it’s because of our twelve-year age difference. My mother says it’s because I got so much attention from Bill growing up. The truth is that Opal is a colossal bitch. That’s it-plain and simple. Despite how I feel about her, I hated to hear she was having problems.

  “That’s good,” I said, sincerely.

  “She’s getting out next week,” He added. “I’m going to go stay with her for awhile.”

  “Oh, really?” I asked.

  “Yep, it was actually Charlene’s suggestion,” He said.” She didn’t want Opal to come home alone.”

  Looking at my mother suspiciously, I questioned, “Why don’t you let Opal come down here for awhile?”

  “I thought about that,” He said “But Opal hates Alabama.”

  “Besides,” Mama said, “She’ll feel more comfortable in her own home.”

  How can the woman be comfortable reminiscing as she stares at her bare floors and a mangy cat? Mama was up to no damn good and I knew it. Eyeing her, I shook my head in disapproval.

  “So, Mom what will you being doing while Bill is gone?”

  “A little bit of this-a little bit of that,” She said, nonchalantly.

  “I’m sure you’ll find some way to get along without me,” He said.

  I was thinking I’m sure she will, too.

  “Besides,” He continued, “She’ll
have you to look after her.” Smiling at the innocence of my stepfather, I laughed. “Oh, I’ll be sure to do that”, I said.

  “So how is Ms. Charlene doing?” Shontay asked.

  We were sitting in my living room watching Four Brothers on DVD. “I think she’s having an affair.”

  Pressing pause on the remote, Shontay turned to face me. “With whom?” She asked.

  “Daddy.” I said, flatly.

  “Charles?” Shontay asked.

  “That’s the only Daddy I have.”

  “No way,” She said, her mouth wide open.

  “Yep.”

  “What makes you think that?” Shontay questioned.

  “He was at the house the other weekend.” I responded.

  “Where was Bill?”

  “In Boston, visiting Opal.”

  “Again?”

  “Yep,” I told her. “Plus, he is going back next week.”

  “Without your mother?”

  “Yep,” I answered. “And guess what?”

  “What?”

  “It was her suggestion.”

  Raising her eyebrows, Shontay thought for a moment. “So, you think,” She began, “She is sending Bill away so she can get her freak on with Charles?”

  “Yep.”

  “Well,” She said, smiling. “Charles is fine.” Frowning, I cut my eyes at her.

  Shrugging her shoulders, Shontay said, “You’re probably overreacting.”

  Pressing play on the remote, I restarted the movie. “I guess we will find out soon enough,” I told her. Looking at her, I asked, “What’s up with you and Kenny?”

  “I just need some time to think about everything. I don’t know yet.” Nodding my head I said, “I understand”. I really didn’t. What was there to think about? Kenny is a cheater, liar, and the father of another woman’s child. The end!

  * * * * *

  The morning Bill left for Boston he called me to tell me he loved me and to remind me to keep an eye on my mother. I returned his love and reassured him I would make sure she was okay. I told Bill I would check on her but I had a suspicion that Mama was going to do just fine, with Bill not around.

  Chapter 11

  When I first opened my restaurant, I vowed I would never handle wedding receptions. Brides-to-be can be a pain and no one was going to tell me how to run my business. I didn’t care if it was on her “special day”. I quickly changed my mind when John Santiago offered to pay me a two-thousand dollar room rental fee plus one hundred dollars a head for catering to use my lounge for his daughter’s reception. With a guest list of a hundred and fifty I figured it was well worth it. The only downfall was I had to look at the bride’s ugly paper decorations for two hours.

  The bride Erica had chosen huge yellow and blue wedding bells with matching yellow and blue streamers. The only thing worse than the decorations was her wedding dress. Coordinating with the colors of the decorations, the dress was also yellow and blue. It was one of those old fashioned ballroom gowns - the kind Scarlet wore in Gone with the Wind. The sleeves looked like satin water balloons with rows of tiny yellow daisies. The skirt was accordion folded like a lampshade with a piece of yellow chiffon overlapping. In the back right in the center of her behind was a yellow and blue ribbon.

  What really amazed me was that John paid over ten grand for the train wreck his daughter was wearing. If I were Erica, the person who created it would have to pay me for buying the thing.

  I did enjoy looking at all the eye candy that attended. Especially a sexy, dark-skinned brother with braids. He kept his eyes on me during the entire event. It wasn’t until I was outside in the parking lot opening my car that he approached me. He was sagging in a denim Sean John outfit and a pair of wheat colored Timberland boots. “What’s up, sexy?” He asked. Smiling I said, “Hello.” “Yo, what’s your name?” “Octavia.”

  “What’s up baby, I’m Beau Malone,” He said, licking his lips. “Are you a friend of Erica’s?”

  Looking at him I thought he resembled DMX only without the sexy baldhead.

  “Something like that,” I said.

  “So, you gotta man?”

  “Why?”

  “Cause I wanna know.”

  Lowering my eyes, I asked, “Do you have a woman?”

  He let out a small laugh and said,” No.” The laugh gave me the impression he was lying. Running his hand over the hair on his chin he asked,” So can I get your number?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Why not?” He asked, holding himself. I looked down at his crotch and saw he was definitely working with something. “I’m tryin’ to get to know you better,” he said.

  “Is that right?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he said. Licking his lips he scanned my body with his eyes. “It’s whatever.”

  I knew what he had in mind, but still there is something sexy about a thug. “Give me your number,” I said.

  Patting his pockets, he finally pulled out a crumbled piece of paper and a pen. Scribbling his number down, he asked, “What about yours?”

  Taking the paper I winked my eye. “I’ll call you,” I said.

  Waiting for a minute, he finally said, “Yeah, you do that.”

  Closing the door of my Infiniti, I watched him through the rearview mirror. He took out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked a black Escalade sitting on what had to be at least 24” rims. Once inside, he cranked up the stereo and rolled out the parking lot.

  Chapter 12

  Damon and I went to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith at Cinema 18. He had stopped by the theater earlier that day and bought our tickets. I was grateful he did, because that night the line for tickets was curved out to the parking lot. The extra time we had before the movie was spent in line at the concession booth. We waited for ten minutes behind a family of six who looked like they might have been Eddie Murphy’s inspiration for the Klumps. Damon noticed the resemblance, too, because he whispered in my ear: “Is it just me or do they look like the people off the Nutty Professor?”

  “Yes,” I said.” They eat like ‘em too.” Laughing at the same time we watched as they left the counter walking one behind the other. Each of them carrying double nachos, 2 jumbo buckets of popcorn, and super sip-per drinks.

  After ordering us a bucket of popcorn and two cherry cokes, Damon and I headed toward Cinema A1 where the movie was playing. I almost dropped our popcorn when I saw my parents coming out of the theater across the hall. They were holding hands and giggling like they were high school sweethearts.

  “Hi, Baby!” Mama yelled, approaching us. “Hi, Damon!”

  “Hi, Damon,”Daddy said, following behind her.” Hi, Baby.”

  Damon appeared to be equally thrilled to see the two of them. “Hello, Mrs. Moore,” He greeted them.” How you doing, Mr. Ellis?”

  “Fine,” my parent’s said in unison. They sounded like a pair of double mint twins.

  “Going to see Mr. And Mrs. Smith?” Daddy asked, Damon.

  “Yes, sir,” Damon said.

  “You’ll love it,” Mama said, smiling. “Brad Pitt was the bomb.”

  “He was okay,” Daddy said,” Personally I was focused on Angelina Jo-lie.”

  “Charles, Angelina is happily involved with Brad,” Mama told him. “You don’t stand a chance.” I don’t know about that one. He was obviously getting next to her and she had Bill. With my father’s obvious pimp juice it wouldn’t surprise me if Angelina were next.

  “Maybe next time the four of us can come together,” Damon said.

  “I’d like that a lot,” Daddy said, smiling.

  “Me ,too,” Mama said, smiling at me.

  Giving her my-what-in the-hell-are-you-doing look, I said, “Well, we better get in there before the movie starts.”

  “Baby Girl has to catch everything, even the previews,” Daddy told Damon. “Say, why don’t you and I rent a boat and go down to the lake tomorrow?” He asked him.

  “That’s a great idea,” Damon said. “We can c
atch some of those big catfish you told me about.”

  “Yeah,” Daddy said, grinning. “It’s been awhile since we had an ole’ fashioned fish fry.”

  My father and his brother Leroy would go out to Guntersville Lake every summer to fish. They’d bring back a bucket full of fat catfish. The men would clean them and then fry them outside in my father’s deep fryer, while my mother and her sister Rachel prepared homemade hushpuppies, slaw, baked beans, and green beans.

  “Charlene, you think Roy and Rachel would be up for a small fish fry?”

  “I’ll call Rachel when we get home.” Mama said, smiling. “But I’m sure they’re up for it.” Am I the only one that thinks this is a bad idea? In fact this is utter bullshit. How was my mother going to explain my father’s presence to my Aunt Rachel? What was going to happen if this got back to Bill?

  “Great,” Damon said, smiling. “What time tomorrow?”

  “Meet me at the house at six,” Daddy told him. “A.M”.

  “I’ll see you then,” Damon said.

  We said our good-byes then Damon and I went in to see Brad and Angelina kick some serious ass.

  After the movie, Damon and I grabbed some Chinese takeout and then went back to his suite. We were stretched out on the bed watching Comic view on TV when he finally brought up my parents.

  “I think it’s nice that your mother and father are still close,” He said. “Why is that?”

  “Most people get divorced and can’t stand to be in the same room together,” He said. “So being friends is definitely out of the question.”

  “I guess everyone is different,” I said, acting nonchalant. The truth was that I didn’t want to talk about my parents with Damon. I was uncomfortable just thinking about what the two of them had going on. I was even more uncomfortable discussing it with Damon.

  “You don’t like it,” He stated, waiting for me to explain my demeanor.

  Sitting up against the headboard of the bed I focused on the commercial that had just come on the television. I had never been so intrigued by a tampon commercial!

 

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