Luck of Love

by Aleman, Tiffany

  Washing down his food with a gulp of wine and pulling the glass from his lips, he says, “You’re welcome, and it sure has been memorable?”

  “I feel like I should tell you something. Do you remember the other morning when we kissed? Well, umm…that’s first time I’ve ever kissed anyone. Actually, I’m inexperienced with everything,” I say partially telling the truth. I have kissed someone before, but not by choice. Derrick’s the only one that I’ve genuinely wanted to kiss me.

  “I don’t know what to say. Honestly, I never would have guessed that you’ve never kissed someone before. I mean, that was some first kiss that we shared. And just so you know, I don’t ever want you to feel as if I’m pressuring you. Like I said before, we’ll take it slow,” he says smiling back at me. Picking up his knife and fork he continues to eat.

  Tossing my napkin on the table, I lean back in my chair and watch him finish his meal. The way his square jaw moves as he chews, with so much power, has me wanting to kiss him there. I flick my gaze to his strong skilled fingers as he cuts a piece of lamb, realizing I want him to touch me with those fingers. My blood starts to boil with a need that I’m not accustomed too. Maybe it’s the wine talking, but there is something about him that makes me feel comfortable, brave and hopeful. Maybe it’s the confidence he exudes, or maybe it’s the fact that he goes after what he wants, not backing down from no one, from nothing. He has the power and I know he knows it, but tonight…I’m going to be the one in charge. I want to be like that with him. Scooting my chair back, it grates against the rooftop as I stand and walk with a purpose around the table to him. Looking up at me as he swallows his food, recognition crosses his face as he realizes he has something I want.

  Putting his fork and knife down on his plate, he picks his napkin up off his lap, wiping the corners of his mouth. Picking up his glass of wine, he stands, holding the rim to my mouth. With our eyes locked onto each other’s, he says in a domineering tone, “Drink.” I comply with his request. Placing my lips on the rim, I allow him to tip the glass back, letting the cold golden liquid slide down my throat. I know that his tone should be a warning in itself, but I’m not afraid; it’s hot.

  Putting the glass down, he turns back to me grabbing my hand and says, “I think it’s time to go.” Nodding, I let him guide me to the elevator. Pushing the elevator button, the doors slide open; shoving me inside, Derrick pushes me up against the wall. His mouth crashes down on mine as he fumbles with the control panel, managing to push the button for his penthouse. We’re all hands, mouths, tongues and soft moans as the elevator comes to a stop.

  The elevator doors slide open as Derrick lifts me; wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, he carries me inside. Spinning around, my back collides with the smooth texture of his wall. Bringing my hands to the sides of his face, I slide them into his hair pulling his head back as my lips move from his mouth, over his jaw, and up to his ear, I whisper breathlessly, “I want to taste you.”

  Lifting his head up, he looks at me with hooded eyes and asks, “Are you sure, babe?”

  Softly kissing behind his ear, I reply in a whisper, “Oh, I’m sure.”

  Removing his hands from my ass, I drop my feet to the ground. Picking up his hands, I place them on either side of my face and tell him, “Don’t move those and keep your eyes on me.”

  Just as I’m about to kick my heels off he stops me by saying, “Leave those on.”

  Looking up at him with one eyebrow arched, a grin tugs at the corners of my lips. Crouching down in front of him, I skim my fingers up and down his suit-covered thighs. With my eyes locked on his, I say seductively, “You look so sexy in this suit.” With shaky fingers, I gently caress the bulge in his pants as my hands glide up to his belt. Unlatching it and pulling the belt free from its loops, I toss it to the side of us. Reaching for the waistband of his pants, I feel a shudder and hear a low growl escape him as I undo the button and slide the zipper down. As I tease the skin underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, I slowly inch my fingers further down, barely brushing the head of his cock. His breathing becomes harsher as I push his slacks and boxer briefs down in one fluid movement, letting him spring free. Gently, I wrap my fingers around the base of him and begin to move my hand up and down. “Derrick, I’ve never done this before, so you’re going to have to tell me how you like it, okay?”

  “Baby, you’re killing me. Grip it a little harder and move your hand a little faster,” he says through gritted teeth.

  Gripping him tighter and moving my hand faster, I lean forward kissing each of his thighs, making sure to pay each one the same amount of attention. Without any instruction from him, I take the tip of my tongue, swirling it around the head of his cock. “Mmm…you’re so smooth,” I say, licking the bead off the head.

  “Fuck baby that feels so good. Take me all the way in your mouth,” he says groaning. Looking up at him, my eyes hold his as I sheath my teeth with my lips, taking him all the way in my mouth. “Ahh. Just like that baby,” he moans with pleasure as his forehead drops to rest on the wall. Taking my cues from him, I begin bobbing my head up and down, sucking him harder and faster. His legs begin to buckle as I see beads of sweat roll down his face, then I suck him in so deep that the head of his cock is nestled in the back of my throat. Picking up my pace, I suck him deeper caressing him with my tongue, using my hand to apply pressure at the base of him.

  Lost in the pleasure of hearing him moan his appreciation, I barely hear him say, “Baby…I’m…so…close.” My breathing’s intense and labored and then, I feel him begin to thrust into my mouth. “Blake, I’m about to cum. If you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, you need to stop NOW!” He shouts at me. Instead of stopping him, I grab onto his legs to hold him still and set a frantic pace sucking him in and out. I can feel his dick start to twitch and grow harder in my mouth when suddenly a warm liquid shoots into my mouth, gliding down my throat. Turning my attention back to him, I let him watch me swallow what he has to offer. Releasing him from my mouth, I lick my lips, making sure not to miss a drop of him. Slowly, I pull his boxers and pants up and over his thighs and ass, gently tucking him away when he sinks to the floor on his knees.

  Wiping some of the loose curls from out of my face, he says breathlessly, “Baby that was incredible. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you have never done that before.”

  “So you liked it?” I say unsure and shrugging my shoulders.

  Cupping my face in his hands, he pulls me into a tender kiss. Pulling back, he searches my face and says, “Babe, like doesn’t even begin to describe it. Thank you.” Smiling back at him, I cup his cheek with one hand, caressing his jaw with my thumb. Leaning forward he grants me another kiss.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he asks me sincerely.

  “I can’t tonight, but on Wednesday I can. The only thing is I have a ten o’clock class on Thursday morning,” I answer.

  “Wednesday then,” he says smiling at me with adoration.

  On the way back to Ocean City late Sunday night to drop Blake off, I couldn’t keep that damn smile off my face. I’d asked her if she wanted a tour of the penthouse. She’d said no because she was not sure she could trust herself. She explained that her going down on me was the furthest she’d ever gone with someone. So I didn’t protest when she said she wouldn’t stay with me.

  On Monday, we had talked about what time her last class was on Wednesday, so I would know what time to pick her up. Recalling the expression I saw on her face the last time I bought her flowers, I knew I would do anything to see her light up like that again and decided to stop and pick up some more for her.

  Pulling into a flower shop right outside of Ocean City, I park my car. Bells chime above me as I pull the door open and step through. An older woman with grey hair greets me as I walk in. Fifteen minutes later, I return to my car carrying a bouquet of pink and orange lilies.

  Arriving at Blake’s apartment and walking across the parking lot, flower
s in hand, I take the stairs two at a time to reach her front door. Knocking, I wait patiently for her to answer. As the door crack opens, my hand tightens around the flowers when I see Blake.

  She’s standing before me with one hand propped up on the door, and the other resting on her hip. My eyes scan up and down on what only I can describe as perfection. Her beautiful long blonde wavy hair flows down her back. In a fitted dress with sleeves that stop right past her elbows, the coral color shows off her sun kissed tan. The brown leather cowboy boots that she wears have to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The only thing running through my mind is what she would look like in only those boots. Clearing my throat, I turn my attention back to her and look up to see Blake grinning. Flicking my eyes back down to her boots I say, “I really like those.”

  Laughing she says, “You would.”

  Handing her the flowers, she says, “Thank you.”

  Stepping away from the door she asks, “Do you want to come in so I can put these in some water?”

  Walking in and past her, I close the door behind me, and grab her by the hips, spinning her around to face me. Lifting her up off the floor and shoving her up against the back of the door, I crush my mouth to hers. Winding her arms around my neck, still clutching the flowers, she kisses me back just as fiercely.

  Pulling back from the intensity of our kiss, her eyes flutter open as she smiles saying, “Well, hello to you too.” Bringing the flowers in front of our faces waving them back and forth she says, “How’s about I put these in some water now?”

  Setting her feet back on the ground, she pushes off the door walking into the kitchen. Following behind her, she fills a vase full of water. Putting the lilies in the vase, I step behind her, letting her feel the ever-present bulge in my pants. Leaning down, I kiss and nip my way up her neck. Reaching her ear, I ask in a low husky voice, “Did you pack a bag?”

  Binding my arms around her waist holding her to me, she nods her head. Smiling against her ear I whisper, “Good girl.” Dropping my arms, I playfully slap her ass and say, “Well, go get it so we can go.”

  Laughing she walks away to get her bag. Standing in the kitchen I call out to her, “Hey, don’t forget to bring a jacket.”

  Returning, she asks, “Why? I mean, I know it’s kind of chilly out, but I thought I could bring a little Florida to New Jersey.”

  Shaking my head laughing I say, “You did that babe. You definitely did.”

  Walking over and taking the bag from her, pecking her lips I say, “Come on, sexy, let’s go.” Grabbing her hand I pull her towards the door.

  Driving to the casino took longer than expected because of traffic. Reaching into the backseat, I grab Blake’s bag, meeting her in front of the car. Walking over to the elevator, I drape an arm over her shoulders pulling her into me as we wait. Stepping inside the elevator, I slide my key card through its reader granting us access to my penthouse. The elevator dings as we reach the top floor. Stepping into the foyer, her eyes go wide as she gets to have a better look around. The painted walls are a light blue while the moldings are a light brown. All the flooring throughout the penthouse is a sandstone colored marble. A dark mahogany table sits along the right wall in between the elevator and the front door.

  Pushing open the front door, I lead her inside, placing my hand in the small of her back. I feel a tremor run through her when my hand makes contact with her back. I didn’t realize that she might be nervous. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable; I want her to want to be here—with me.

  Closing the door behind us, I drop her bag next to it, grabbing both of her hands in mine; I say looking into her eyes, “Blake, you don’t have to be nervous. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do; I want you to be comfortable here.”

  A smile flitters across her face as she says, “It’s not that I’m nervous, well, I am a little bit, it’s just this all new to me. I’ve never stayed at another man’s apartment before; it’s a little out of my comfort zone.”

  Pulling her towards me, I place my hands on her curvaceous hips. Her hands slide up the hard planes of my chest stopping at my shoulders. “I understand that, believe me I do. If it helps, just think of me as your roommate,” I say.

  Erupting in a boisterous laugh she says, “Oh no, I can’t do that. The things I’ve done with you, I could never imagine doing with Dean.”

  “I’m glad to hear that,” I say nodding and tugging her further into my home, and ask, “Would you like a tour?”

  In the living room, the painted walls are a light brown with track lighting placed throughout the ceiling. Sitting in the center of the living room is a mammoth sized dark brown leather sectional with a chaise lounge adjoined to it and a white cashmere blanket draping across the back. A Persian rug with intricate designs sits in front of the sectional. The wall on the right houses a large fireplace with an exceptionally large flat screen TV hanging above the mantel.

  Collages and wrought iron pieces that are twisted and burned into some of the most exquisite works of art that I’ve ever seen, adorn the walls of my home.

  A black marble topped bar separates the living room from the kitchen with stainless steel top of the line appliances placed sporadically throughout. The cabinets are made of cherry wood that help to accentuate the black granite counters. A wine fridge sits in its own alcove built into the cabinetry. A dining room that sits just outside the living room has a large dining table made of oak that seats at least twelve. Looking at me with wide eyes, she runs her fingers against the table saying in amazement, “Wow… this is absolutely stunning, Derrick.”

  “Well, you haven’t seen it all yet,” I say leading her across the living room and into a long hallway where there are two doors on the left and two on the right. Coming to the first door on the left, opening it slowly, before her is displayed a lavishly furnished office. Atlantic City creates a backdrop displayed through the floor to ceiling windows. A large antique cherry wood desk with a black leather office chair sits in the center. A fireplace butts up against the one in the living room sharing the back of the same wall. A massive bookshelf takes up the majority of the wall across from the desk.

  Shutting the door behind us, I pull her a little further down the hallway reaching the first door on the right, a guest bedroom. A queen size bed rests against the wall closest to the door with nightstands sitting on each side of the bed. Pulling the door closed behind us, I pull her along to the second door on the right. Pushing the door open and showing her the gym, there’s a Bowflex machine, a top of the line treadmill, and a punching bag suspended from the ceiling.

  Reaching the last door we have yet to open, I look at her and say, “I have one more room to show you.” Turning the knob and opening the door I say, “This is my room.” Walking in, my room is stark white, with modern furniture to adorn it. Floor-to-ceiling windows make up the wall directly across from the door. A king size bed sits facing the most tranquil of views, the Atlantic Ocean. There are two sets of French doors on the wall closest to the bedroom door. Opening the first set, a large walk-in closet holds copious amounts of suits and shoes to match. In the center of the closet sits a waist-high mahogany square dresser that houses my ties, socks and undergarments.

  Walking out of the closet, and entering the second set of French doors made of frosted glass, is the master bath. Light gray marble surrounds his and her sinks with an oval shaped mirror hanging above. There’s a shower located in an alcove with two showerheads hanging from the wall and a shower head located in the ceiling. An L-shaped bench takes up the back right corner of the enclosed shower made of frosted glass. A huge oval shaped jetted tub that’s large enough to accommodate at least three people sits directly across from the shower.

  Turning to look at her wide eyes, I ask, “What do you think?”

  “Your house is amazing,” she says admiring the space around her.

  Leading her back into the bedroom I say, “Are you ready for our date?”

  Cocking her head to
the side she asks, “What date?”

  Chuckling I say, “The one I have planned for you.”

  Shrugging her shoulders she says, “Okay.”

  Walking down the stairs into the casino, the red, brown, beige and grey tones give off a masculine vibe. Lights flash and the ringing of the slot machines go off as people win. People cheer for others who play games of poker, Black Jack, Craps and many others.

  I watch Blake, enjoying the eager fascination that crosses her face as she looks around, trying to take in all the sights and sounds. With her hand tucked into my arm, we slowly walk around, lost in our own little world. I hear my name spoken, pulling me back to reality. “Derrick?” Fuck, it’s Kamryn! Dressed in a cocktail gown, with long brown hair, deep chocolate brown eyes and fair skin, she reaches out, stroking my forearm.

  With a tight nod, I pull my arm from her grasp, bringing Blake around to the front, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her head, “Kamryn,” I say. My response is short and curt. I see Kamryn snap her eyes to Blake. Her lips curl into a snarl as I introduce them. “Blake, this is Kamryn, Kamryn, Blake, my girlfriend.”

  Extending her hand out Blake says, “Nice to meet you.”

  Ignoring the hand Blake offers, Kamryn looks past her to me and says, “Girlfriend,” like the word and I can’t co-exist together.

  “Yes girlfriend. Do you have a problem with that?” I ask, leaning my head to the side waiting for her to reply.

  Mirroring my actions, she says with a hiss, “Actually no. I don’t have a problem.” Looking back at Blake she asks with a fake laugh, “Where did you find her, at some rodeo or something? This is low Derrick, and I’ve seen the other whores you have traipsed around here with.” A serious and determined look is on her face now when Kamryn says still looking at Blake, “He’ll be back in my bed by next week, that’s just how he is. Once he gets tired of you, you can bet on it. Isn’t that right, Derrick? You see, he has his many flavors, but I am the one that he always comes back to.”