Only Skin Deep

by Mahalia Levey

  “That is one hot tall drink of sin right there.” Deja sighed as she watched him and fanned herself. “So sexy.”

  “What’s sexy?”

  “The way he handles the ball, I swear his hand grips my ass the same way.”

  “That’s how you got…”

  “From his hands? Clearly you failed reproduction in tenth grade biology,” Deja teased.

  Nadja sucked her teeth and bowled her over as Donato took the edge of his shirt and wiped the sheen of sweat off his face.

  “Girl, you know what, I bet you’d offer your tongue to use at his disposal.”

  They watched the domino effect, every player followed suit, showing off an impressive array of rock hard abs, some not as defined as others. One was hairy as a Sasquatch. They all cringed. Only the sight of muscled, sweat glistened skin made up for the eye traumatized view.

  “I could sit here and peep forever. I hope they do that again.”

  “Excuse me.”

  Deja turned to face the man with the booming voice, hoping her jaw didn’t drop. He was gigantic, dwarfing them. Tall chocolate and sexy to boot. Even Nadja and Taleena were shocked silent. “Sorry.” The three shuffled in haste to get out of the way of the towering giant. He offered them a mock salute and disappeared through the doors.

  Deja took her spot back and noticed all sound stopped. She narrowed her gaze to see the reason and figured in twenty seconds or less they would be busted. The new player was pointing to the door and talking.

  “What?” Taleena pushed her aside to have a looksee. “Oh, well it’s not our men coming so we’re safe.”

  Taleena could hold onto her false sense of security if she wished.

  The guy that came close to them took a good look and hollered. “Not my girlfriend or my baby mama.”

  “His sexy factor just dropped dramatically.” Nadja grimaced and she totally agreed with her.

  “I hate that term.” She shook her head as the door opened. The young playa motioned for them to come in. Her instincts told her to turn tail and leave. Instead the three of them entered side by side. Deja scoped for a place to blend. Who was she kidding? They all stuck out like sore thumbs. “Hi.” She braved a smile at Derek, not missing the sexy way he tucked the ball under his arm, bracing it against his hip as he jogged over to her.

  “Everything okay babe?”

  “Mhm.” She darted a nervous glance at her coconspirators.

  “Bro hurry up, we’re coolin’ down here. One week it’d be nice to be able to play without distraction.” Other players nodded in sentiment.

  “Sorry. They’re leaving.” He stared her down daring her to argue, turned and jogged back to Jason and Donato. Deja swallowed hard. Taleena and Nadja wore the same guilty as charged expression she could only imagine on her face.

  Caught in the act, they left, each knowing choice words and punishment likely waited on the horizon.

  “What’s our course of action?”

  Deja zipped her coat up. “I can take one for the team.”

  “Nah girl, we all are guilty we can’t let you take one for us, preggo or not.”

  “Head or sex. Maybe both. We hit them as soon as they walk through the door, taking their mind off our unannounced visit,” Taleena piped up and walked them through the perfect seduction scene.

  “Somehow I don’t see Derek falling for that.” Deja had to give Taleena credit for a good idea. Hot sex sounded like a perfect distraction. On that note they parted company.

  Chapter Eight

  Derek let himself into the condo. The shower at the gym removed the sweat and grime but not his irritation. When I get a hold of Deja. There’d be a compromise on what was allowed in their relationship and what wasn’t. Respect and boundaries.

  Women. Rather…his woman. When he’d asked the so-called gym gatekeeper why the women had been allowed in for the scant moment it took to knock their game out of whack, he’d been given a bullshit excuse of his woman needing to see him because she was having a pregnant moment. He knew well enough that was a line of crap. Though irritated, the group of vixens strategized well since no one ever concocted that story before to gain entry into the club.

  His workout bag hit the floor with a thud as he let go of the strap and stepped inside.

  “Deja.”

  “In the bathroom waiting for you.” Came the reply from honey sweet sounding lips.

  Intrigued, he toed off his shoes and walked to meet her. He expected to find her soaking in the Jacuzzi, not wearing a sexy red silk kimono, the sash loose enough to give a hint of her beautiful body. His dick jerked from the erotic sight of her bending over the warm water, sprinkling blue salts in the water.

  “You look fuckable.” Not his best comment by far. Each time she moved, he got a new glimpse of chocolate smooth skin. He envisioned the robe completely open, her under him, giving him a chance to explore each inch as though he was doing so for the first time. The ending result—taking her slow and hard. In the water, out of the water, didn’t matter, so long as he was buried to the hilt inside her.

  Deja’s eyes widened at his open appraisal, her lips opened. He thought she’d speak, but no. She licked her bottom lip, making him wonder what was going on in that sexy head of hers. He enjoyed seeing her as affected as he. So he waited and would outwait her until she spoke.

  “Come. First, for a nice soak in the tub, and then I’ll give you a nice oil massage. I’m here to take care of you.”

  What new game is this?

  He peeled off his shirt with slow precision, wadded the cloth and shot it across the short room, banking the ball off the wall into the hamper.

  “Show off.” Deja sauntered up to him with the sway in her hips he loved so much. He reached to touch her face only to receive a smarting sting on the top of his hand. Nostrils flared, he resolved she’d feel the sting of his hand before the night was through. Her nimble fingers slipped into his shorts and boxers and gave a good yank. His dick jerked against his belly, freed from tight confines. “If you really want to take care of me…”

  “Ohh, so tempting, but no.” Saucy woman. She crooked her finger and motioned for him to follow her, and he did. Deja led him into the water without shucking the kimono. No, she tortured him with sweet looks and flirty sounds as she came to stand behind him, her hair skimming across his shoulders.

  “Uh, uh. Sit up,” she instructed just when he’d relaxed, reclining his head. The jets hit his sore muscles right on point.

  “What’s that smell?” The water felt softer to him and good, the warmth seeping into his bones.

  “I put some almond oil on my hands and Provence lavender sea salts in the water. Lavender is good for rejuvenating, de-stressing,” she kissed his nape, “…and calming. Now shush, they won’t hurt your Jacuzzi and you need to learn how to let go and relax.” She had a valid point. He had a hard time letting go of everything. He found himself unable to concentrate the second her fingers began to unwind the tension in his body.

  “Baby, where did you learn how to work out muscle kinks and why is this the first time you’ve worked on me?” He wanted to groan in pleasure at the way her hands felt on his body in a nonsexual way. Her tender, firm touch drove every thought out of his mind except feeling her. Now and then a scrap of fabric would slide against his cheek, her sweet breath on his neck. How on earth could he be so relaxed and rock hard at the same time?

  “Come on in the water with me.” He placed his hand over hers, stalling her next round of kneading.

  “I’m sorry handsome, no can do. But if you’re ready for me to rub your body down ,we can—”

  Derek rose to step out cutting off her sentence.

  “I was going to say take this to the bedroom.” Deja handed him a towel. Her body shook with laughter until it came in giggles out of her mouth. She knelt before him with a towel, working her way up, drying his body with gentle hands. As she patted his ball sack dry, her face being close to his cock elicited a guttural growl. His dick flexe
d, tapping her nose. Her reaction, a soft laugh.

  “Tell him to behave.” She leaned back to kiss the crown and rose. Derek snorted in response. She wrapped her hand around the base, tugged and took a step. Thank the gods, he’d bought a master bath attached to the bedroom. He let her lead him to the bed, his teeth grinding as her hand stroked base to tip with each step, cocooning him in her oil slicked palm.

  “You like playing with fire.” Precum filled the slit of his cock. Deja ran her fingertips up the tip and swirled the drops.

  “On your stomach on the middle of the bed.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” He waited for her to release her hold, when she didn’t he cleared his throat.

  ‘Oh, you do need that hmm.”

  He obeyed her command, lying prone on the bed. A wisp of silk brushed against his ass sending goose bumps over his skin. The heat from her bare pussy teased him. Derek forced himself to lie still and let her have her fun. When she dropped the kimono, it pooled on his calves, but instead of brushing the silk off, the flip of a lid and then the weight of a container hitting the bed stole his attention.

  “So we’re clear my ass is off limits.”

  “Why Derek, I never had any intention of sliding a finger up that hole.” Deja’s innocent act didn’t fool him. She might not have thought of it but he was making damn sure she knew his stance. Greasing him up was one thing, invading the no touch zone was another.

  “All right.” Warm hands moved over his lower back. The inability to see her bothered him. Deja used the heel of her palms, gliding over his slick skin. Her incredible technique raised his ardor. When she rose up to begin another pass, he flipped over. The lovely sight of her straddling his body appeased a small piece of his lust.

  “You naughty man. I wasn’t done yet.” Deja touched her lips to his for the briefest of moments before sliding down his body to take him down her throat in a long single suck. Closing his eyes, Derek placed his hands behind his head. The way her lips wrapped him in moist heat was all a man could ask for. He surged his hips up, driving into her mouth as she drew him in. His orgasm hit hard, fast filling her mouth with his seed. He heard her swallow and mumble, unable to keep his eyes open.

  Pitch black surrounded him when he woke. A glance at the bedside clock read five in the morning. Deja slumbered on, one leg draped over his middle, an arm under her head and the other on his chest. He turned to dislodge himself without waking her and slid out of bed. A trip to the john was in order.

  While taking a pisser, he recalled what led him to pass out and shook his head. Way to go what am I…a teen again?

  After he flushed, washed his hands, tossed water on his face and brushed his teeth, he attempted to recall the last time he’d fallen asleep like that, and for the entire night. Normally, he caught a few hours here and there…and never more than four or five tops. The nights he’d recently spent with Donato and the guys were the closest he’d come to restful sleep. After a match, he was so mentally exhausted his brain shut down. The fact he didn’t see to Deja’s needs pissed him off. On the flip side, having her suck him down to oblivion—what a way to go.

  In the dim light from the bathroom he watched her still silhouette on the bed, legs and arms thrown akimbo, he’d never get back into bed without waking her. His gaze fell to her bared parts. She’d kicked the sheets down enough to give him a tantalizing view. Derek left the bathroom door ajar and crept back with renewed intent, suddenly craving a taste, her legs were spread at the right angle for him to fit.

  She tossed but slept on as he dipped onto the bed cultivating the plan to come to life under his touch. His cock throbbed in want, but first her. Derek pressed his face to the juncture between her thighs, inhaled her scent and ran his tongue along the seam of her pussy. He was rewarded with a sleepy sigh. Encouraged, he repeated the action with a long lazy swipe. Dew coated his tongue from his efforts, he swallowed and took a third pass, making sure to linger on her clit, and then suck the constricted bud into his mouth. Deja woke up with a startle. He watched recognition pass over her face from sleepy eyes staring down for him.

  “Morning. Having breakfast?” Her raspy sleep-filled voice questioned. Her legs parted and she pressed her pelvis down.

  Derek chuckled and gave her what she wanted, first one finger, then two. He used his thumb to press circles on her clit, the pressure provoking her to buck her hips.

  “Please,” she murmured, her muscles flexed, holding his fingers hostage.

  Derek pumped harder. Soft moans of pleasure ignited his lust. He passed over her rock hard clit again with his tongue and bit down on it. Spasms wracked her body as she climaxed for him, her cream gushing on his tongue. He replaced his fingers with his mouth to drain every last drop from her. Only when her tremors began to ebb, did he crawl up her body and position his cock at her entrance. Deja swiveled her hips and he drove in. Satin heat encased him as he began moving, her body undulating under him. Flush to him, her pebbled nipples pressed into his chest. Derek interlocked her hands in his and drew them over his head. She tilted her head back and he used the opportunity to capture her lips in a slow lazy kiss, tongue thrusting in sync with his cock. Pressed together in the most intimate of ways, her breath mingled with his in soft hitches. Derek backed off, transitioned to soft nibbles along her jaw line to her earlobe, a spot that drove her crazy.

  Encased in her quivering walls, he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d hold out. She exposed her neck and he sucked on her skin enough to pinken it but leave no remaining mark. Her legs tightened around him as she surged forward to gain control. Loving a good game he slipped out, his intent to leave her bereft for a second and plunge back home. The tip of his dick skimmed her clit as he withdrew and surged home. Her breathing changed abruptly, followed by her body that began to tense under him. She leaned forward and bit into the cords of his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. “Come Deja.” Derek rocked inside her as she let go and her climax catapulted him into one of his own.

  After he caught his breath, he placed a sweet kiss on Deja’s down turned lips. He wanted to erase whatever caused the frown to appear. “What’s wrong?” She ran her calve along his lower back and buttocks, taking too long to answer for his liking.

  “Sooner or later I’ll be too big for you to make love to me. I love when you’re above me.”

  “I love when you get all worried about things. It’s charming. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can experiment with some alternate positions. Okay?”

  “Always laughing at me,” she chided him. “But, I guess practicing some new ones doesn’t sound too bad.”

  “Good, then stop worrying. You have many months before you’ll be too rounded with my son for us to change up.”

  “How do you know we’re having a boy?”

  “Intuition.” He shrugged.

  “Pshht.” Deja blew a raspberry and narrowed her gaze at him. Clearly doubting his know all.

  “Strong DNA?” This prompted a laugh.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Either way, boy or girl, we’ll be great parents.”

  “I know.” Deja stretched under him.

  He realized he was crushing her and rolled to his side.

  “What’s on your agenda today?”

  “Meetings—why, need me to reschedule?”

  “No. We both live by our calendars. I have some things to do at the store, then I’m going to my parent’s house to go over finances.”

  “Want me to tag along for support?” He wanted her to know he was there for her, even through her fears of what they’d think of his relationship with her.

  “Nope. I have to do this for myself. Should’ve a while ago. But I’m sure I’ll get roped into suffering through a loud family dinner, meddling and all. You can def meet me there for that. I want you there. I’m ready for them to meet you. Besides what better way to drop the you’re going to be grandparents bomb.”

  “I’m there. All you have to do is ask.”

  “You are and it�
��s one of the things I love about you. We’re so different our life will never be boring.”

  “Yeah, worrywart, we do have some things in common. I still think you’re over thinking how they’ll react to our being together.”

  “I hope you’re right and driving you loco has its perks.”

  “Speaking of…nice attempt with the massage and blow job. I haven’t forgotten the stunt you ladies pulled off.”

  “Told Taleena only Jason would fall for the planned seduction scene,” Deja groused.

  Instead of being peeved, he found the situation highly amusing. “She’s probably right.” He stroked her back.

  “Wonder if any of their men fell asleep in the middle of—”

  Derek rolled her hip over and brought his palm down on her ass.

  “Ouch!”

  “That was for my poor abused hand.”

  “It was all in good fun.” She gave him a kiss and laid her head on his neck. “Let’s play hooky all day and laze about in bed.”

  “Baby, I wish I could. How about breakfast in bed and a hot bath?”

  “So long as it’s pancakes and lots of bacon. I um, can’t get into a tub full of hot water until after I have the baby. The expecting book says it can increase the fetus heartbeat and cause stress. It’s moderately warm water for me or a hot shower less than fifteen minutes.”

  “Ah so that’s the reason you didn’t climb in the tub with me, I’d wondered.”

  “Trust and believe, I wanted to be in there with you. Especially since your thang kept playing peek-a -boo above the water.”

  Derek rose from the bed and crossed to the dresser to find clothes. “My cock flexes or jerks. It does not…I repeat…does not play peek-a-boo.” He shrugged into a shirt and pants, pressed a kiss on her giggling lips and shook his head in disbelief. “I’ll be slaving over the stove to make you breakfast fit for a queen.”

  * * * *

  “Something sure does smell good down there,” Deja called from the bedroom.

  “My queen should be relaxing in bed, waiting to be served.” Derek strategically placed food on her plate, added a flute of apple juice, a red rose and stood back to admire his masterpiece. Satisfied he hadn’t forgotten anything, he carried the bounty to Deja.