“Sweet and juicy, just how I like it,” Jaylin said, pressing his throbbing member against me. “Was it good for you?”
“Very, very good,” I said with a huge grin on my face. “So good in fact, I owe you one. Lie down.”
“I see the bad girl is coming out to play, right? Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” Jaylin removed his underwear, and when I saw how long and thick his penis was, I was awestruck. He had what one of my girlfriends would call a BFBPD, big fat black pretty dick, the type that you didn’t mind putting your mouth on.
“You tell me if the bad girl showed up, after I’m done,” I replied, taking Jaylin’s package in my hands. I lightly stroked him up and down from shaft to tip. Jaylin was lying with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, a slight smile on his face. I lowered my mouth onto his engorged head, my tongue circling around it. Gradually, I took more of him into my mouth until his phallus hit an end point at the back of my throat. But I couldn’t go out like a sucker. Let me rephrase that, I was no quitter. I intended to handle all of him. I relaxed my throat muscles, and hoped that my gag reflex wouldn’t kick in. Slowly more of him entered my mouth, sliding down my throat. Once I had all of Jaylin in my mouth, I sped up my movements, working my tongue and tightening my mouth around him at the same time. I felt Jaylin’s hand on my head, as he began thrusting upward. I continued to slide my mouth from his shaft to tip, Jaylin’s words, “I love how you’re sucking this dick,” encouraged me to continue. His penis expanded even more, telling me he was about to come. Instead of pulling up, I kept going. The tight suction from my mouth brought him to an orgasm, and the release of his warm fluid down my throat turned me on. After I had swallowed the last of his seed, I slowly removed him from my mouth.
“Damn, baby, that was definitely a bad girl move right there. You did promise back at the club you’d hurt me.”
“I did, didn’t I? Yeah, well, that’s what you get for laughing at me earlier,” I grinned, climbing on top of him.
Jaylin put his arm around my waist and flipped both of us over. “Now that the preliminaries are over, are you ready for these nine-plus inches?” I thought Jaylin would need a breather after what I just did, but the man was still hard as a steel rod and raring to go.
That nine-plus inches sounded a little intimidating, especially since I hadn’t been with anyone in six months. But I wanted Jaylin badly, and was ready, willing, and able to take all he had to give. “Anytime you are.”
That was all Jaylin needed to hear. He positioned himself at my opening, centimeters away from making contact when I stopped him. “Jaylin, wait. I forgot something.”
“What?”
I reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the box. I tried to hand it to Jaylin, but he wasn’t having it. “Come on, baby. Sometimes I hate wearing those fuckin’ things. It’s probably not even the right size.”
“For your information, these are extra large, so they should fit just fine. Besides, you know what they say . . . no glove, no love. I know this is your world and all, and you’re used to having things your way, but not this time.”
From the frown on his face, I knew Jaylin wasn’t happy about being told to wear a condom, but if I also read him correctly, he wanted the sex more, so he’d tolerate it. I called that one, because he said, “Fine, but if you want me to wear it, you put it on me.”
Without hesitation, I opened the condom, and rolled it down on all nine-plus inches. “See, Jaylin, perfect fit,” I said, a triumphant smile crossing my face.
“Whatever,” was all he said. Jaylin lowered himself on top of me, and as I braced for impact, he entered me slowly. It was at that moment that I realized I had no idea what I was getting into, or rather what I was letting get into me. He wasn’t even halfway in, and I felt like I was being split in two. “Damn this pussy tight,” he said, still not having penetrated me completely. “Your ex definitely was not doing his muthafucking job.”
Although Jaylin wasn’t being rough, I still felt quite a bit of pain as he tried to go deeper, and on a reflex, I tensed up. He obviously knew it because he said, “Giana, I need you to relax.” Relax? Easy for him to say. It wasn’t my fault he was hung like a Triple Crown winner. He took one of my already hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue teasing it, I guess trying to distract me, but it was working. I started to relax, allowing Jaylin to push further inside me. Once most of the pain was gone, he was slow stroking me, giving me all nine-plus inches, hitting my G spot, A spot, and spots that probably didn’t even have names, so we’ll just call them X, Y, and Z.
“This is what a real man feels like, baby, and if you haven’t noticed, it’s been a lot longer than thirty seconds.”
“Shut . . . up . . . Jaylin,” I replied between moans, starting to match him thrust for thrust.
“Make me,” he said, driving harder and faster into me.
“Plan to.” And I would, but only after I stopped having an orgasm so intense I thought my head would explode. Jaylin was pummeling my G-spot, and the more he did, the more I came. By the time it was over, I could barely speak.
“You were saying, Giana?” Jaylin slowed up his pace, giving me time to catch my breath. “You gonna make me shut up or what?” He climbed off of me and laid back, a self-satisfied look on his face.
“In a minute.” I was still coming down from my sexual high.
“Do you really want to make me shut up?” Jaylin inquired a mischievous grin on his handsome face.
“I’d love to. What are you suggesting?” I rolled over onto my side and propped myself up on one arm.
“I’m suggesting you sit that sweet pussy on my face.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Hey, whatever Jaylin wants, Jaylin gets, right? I quickly lowered myself onto his waiting tongue and proceeded to shut him up. Jaylin wrapped his arms around my thighs keeping me on lock. He snaked his tongue inside me as I rode his face. The way he was licking and sucking it only took a few minutes before I was spraying his mouth and tongue for a second time. It was then that I decided that Jaylin was a coochie connoisseur, the king of cunnilingus.
I climbed off of him, ready to go for round two, but this time I was ready to take control of the situation. I took off Jaylin’s condom and put a new one on him. I mounted him slowly, trying to accommodate his nine-plus inches. He held onto my waist as I slid up and down. He drove so deep into me I felt it all the way up my spine. I then brought my legs around, placing my feet up near Jaylin’s chest, and my hands behind me for balance. I moved my hips back and forth, working him like a pro. I felt him swell inside me, which told me he was going to come soon. I moved my legs back, placed my hands on his chest, and rode him like I was a jockey and he was a prized stallion. We moved at a frenzied pace, until finally, I came all over him. My walls tightened around Jaylin, siphoning everything from him as he released. By the time we finished, we were both breathing hard. I laid my head on Jaylin’s damp chest, feeling exhausted yet exhilarated at the same time.
Jaylin let out a quiet laugh. “What’s so funny?” I questioned.
“Giana, you are a freak, and I mean that in a good way. Who would have guessed the Doc had a wild side?”
I giggled. “The wild side only came out because of all those naughty things you said and did to me.”
“And you liked every one of those things, didn’t you?”
“Yes I did, very much.” I rolled off of Jaylin and took a much needed stretch. I used muscles that I had forgotten I even had. I lay down on my stomach and placed my head on my hands. Feeling a little tired, I closed my eyes.
Jaylin ran his fingers down my back, and then lightly squeezed my butt. “Good, because I am not done with you yet.”
My eyes shot open, and I raised my head up. “Come again?”
“Oh, you most certainly will, again, again, and again. Don’t forget, you said I can take it anyway I wanted it.” Jaylin took me by my hand and helped me off of the bed. Needless to say, I did not get to sleep li
ke I anticipated. In fact, I didn’t get any sleep at all. Jaylin most certainly took me anyway he wanted me. From the couch to the desk to the dining room table, we were all over that room. And oh yeah, let’s not forget about the balcony. Actually, that was my idea. Hey, I figured if I was going to let my freak flag fly, let it fly high. Jaylin and I were at it for hours, and before I knew it, he was arranging for a late check-out because it was already two o’clock in the afternoon.
Jaylin’s flight wasn’t until seven thirty, so we figured we had plenty of time to relax a bit, order room service, and shower. I was happy about that, because it dawned on me that I hadn’t eaten anything in over twenty-four hours, and I was starving. We looked over the menu and Jaylin ended up ordering pan roasted flat iron steak with spring vegetables and local new potatoes. I ordered whole wheat pancakes with roasted bananas, vanilla, walnuts, and pure maple syrup. We also ordered a carafe of orange juice and some extra ice. The ice was for me. I needed to make an ice pack because when it was all said and done, my coochie was so sore I could barely sit down.
When the food arrived, we pulled the cart into the room next to the bed. Jaylin sat down and sat me down between his legs. I made the ice pack and placed it on a towel between my legs. “Sorry, baby, but that tends to happen when you get with me,” he said, tearing into his food.
“No need to apologize, it was all good. Nothing this ice pack and a lot of ibuprofen won’t cure,” I chuckled, downing my pancakes and sipping my orange juice.
“Any regrets?” Jaylin asked.
“Huh?”
“You said before that the hook-ups you had weren’t good experiences and you only ended up with regrets. Any now?”
I turned around and looked at Jaylin. “Honestly, not one single solitary regret.”
Jaylin raised one eyebrow. “Even though it was a one-night stand?”
“Yes, even though it was a one-night stand. I can’t say I would have another one, but this one was definitely worth me breaking my own rule.” I finished my pancakes, and laid my plate on the room service cart. Removing my ice pack, I said, “I’m going to take a shower.”
“I’ll join you,” Jaylin said, his hand finding its way inside my robe, caressing one of my nipples. “We still have plenty of time before I have to get to the airport.” He moved my locks away from my neck, and placed his lips on it.
“As much as I would enjoy that, we are out of condoms, so unless you’re just going to keep me company, you might want to stay out here.” Jaylin was breaking down my resistant fast, so I slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom.
“Well, go handle your business,” Jaylin said, waving me on, picking up the remote, and turning on the big screen television.
As I walked to the bathroom, I noticed something on the floor between the bed and the nightstand. I reached down to pick it up, a smirk on my face. Standing in the bathroom doorway, I said, “Jaylin, on second thought, you sure you don’t want to join me?”
“Hell, no!” he yelled, keeping his eyes on the television. “I ain’t getting none, so carry your pretty ass on and take your shower already.”
I acted disappointment. “Oh well, it was worth a try,” I sighed. “Too bad this unopened condom is going to go to waste though.” I took off my robe and held up the condom. Once Jaylin finally looked in my direction, a broad smile crossed his face. Jaylin got up off the bed, walked over to me, slid out of his robe, and had me in the shower in no time flat. I opened the condom and slid it on to his penis. Jaylin lifted me up by my waist. I wrapped my legs around him, and I once again impaled myself on his nine-plus inches. Yeah, I knew I’d pay for it later, but for what little time Jaylin and I had left, I was going to enjoy every last second.
By the time Jaylin dropped me off at home, it was four thirty, which still gave him plenty of time to get to the airport, considering Raleigh-Durham International Airport, or RDU for short, was less than thirty minutes away and traffic to the airport was generally light. Since we had some time, we sat in his rental and talked for a few minutes.
I wanted to continue the discussion that we were having at the club, and I figured it was now or never. “Jaylin, I know I didn’t press you last night when you told me you and your lady weren’t together right now, but now I’m asking.”
“Like I told you, it’s complicated,” he said, sitting back in his seat. “Let’s just say some changes need to be made before we get back together, and believe me we will get back together.”
“Was what we did last night the type of complication that caused you two to be separated in the first place? I’m not judging or anything, I’m just curious.”
“You mean nosey,” he said. “But yeah, that’s part of it.”
“Look, I’m not trying to get all in your personal business, but since you were all in mine, and you did say we were friends, I’m just wondering about something. You said that you and your lady will get back together, right? At the risk of upsetting you, how’s that going to happen if you’re with other women?”
“I’m not upset. Honestly, I’m waiting for my lady to decide what she wants to do. Once she does, I’ll handle it from there.”
“I have one more question, and then I’ll leave it alone. Do you think she could be taking so long because she knows what you’re doing? Don’t you think she might make up her mind sooner if you stopped?”
“Giana, that’s two questions and it’s not that simple. But no matter what, we’ll work it out one way or another.”
“Okay, I’ll take that as my cue to drop the subject, again. Last thing I’ll say is this, things may seem complicated, and I’m only an outsider looking in, but Jaylin, in my humble opinion you can probably make them a lot less complicated. I’m done now, and I hope you two do work it out. After all, you’re not such a bad guy. A bit rude, somewhat pushy, and you have a foul mouth, but you’re still okay in my book,” I said, smiling at him. “Anyway, you better get going. You shouldn’t have any problem at the airport, but you can never be too sure.”
Jaylin got out of the car and grabbed my bag out of the trunk. I had a little trouble getting out of the car, so he helped me out. I heard him snicker as we walked to the door. “What’s so amusing?” I asked, turning around to face him.
“You’re walking funny.”
“And whose fault is that?” I asked, opening my front door and deactivating the alarm.
“I take full credit for that. That just means I was doing my job, unlike your ex,” Jaylin said, handing me my bag.
“You just can’t let that go, can you?” I grinned, dropping my bag inside the door. “Time for you to go now. I had a really good time.” I gave Jaylin a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Me too,” he said, reciprocating in kind. “Bye, Giana.”
“Goodbye, Jaylin.” I closed and locked the door behind me, and headed for the kitchen to get a bottle of water and some more ice. I tossed the ice into a Ziploc bag, and went upstairs to my bedroom. I was exhausted and really needed a nap, and the sooner I got it, the better. Once I grabbed a towel and 600 milligrams of ibuprofen from the bathroom, I fell back onto my bed. It took me a while to get settled, and just as I was about to get comfortable, my cell phone vibrated on my hip. It was from Jaylin:
Giana,
Made it to the airport. Waiting at the gate. Had a great time last night . . . this morning . . . and this afternoon. Get some rest because I know you need it. And don’t forget that ice pack.
Stay sweet.
All love, Jay Baby
I just shook my head, laughed, and put my cell phone on the nightstand. So there you have it. Jaylin Jerome Rogers had shown me the best night, morning, and afternoon ever. He gave me something that even though I thought I didn’t want it, I obviously needed it. That consisted of a few hours of unbridled passion with a man who made me feel comfortable enough to explore my sexuality in ways I never even dared to imagine. He also gave me some brutal honesty, something most people won’t give you, even if you’ve known them
forever. For that, I actually considered Jaylin a friend. I only hoped I gave him the same. One thing I knew for sure, I didn’t regret one single solitary minute I spent in Jaylin’s world.
The End
Book Club Meeting
We had been listening attentively to Giana’s story. I, myself, had learned a thing or two about sacrificing my own pleasures for the sake of a man. Been there, done that. Several of the other women in the audience chimed in, too, and one stood to ask Giana a question.
“I was touched by your story, but more so by the feeling of Jaylin’s hands,” she chuckled. “You say that you don’t have any regrets, but was it more of the pleasure he gave you that impressed you the most, or the fact that he kicked down some knowledge to you about your ex?”
“Honestly,” Giana said. “One doesn’t triumph the other. It was both, and after he left, I felt fulfilled in many ways. In pain, but fulfilled.”
“Do you still need an icepack?” Another lady shouted. “That was some steamy sex the two of you had and I’m just wondering if you ever recovered?”
Many people laughed and so did Giana. “It was days before I felt ‘normal’ again, but that BFBPD was a force to be reckoned with.”
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