Being Cordial

by Meka James

  This had to be a joke. Some sort of set up. Teasing one step further from the on my knees comment. He had to be messing with me in an attempt to get another rise out of me. Something I hated to admit he did rather easily.

  “This could backfire on you,” I challenged. My pulse raced and every logical part of my brain said to leave this room and retreat to the safety of my house.

  Chaotic. Impulsive. His attitude was leading me down a road I’d never traveled.

  He stepped closer. “How so?” The tone of his voice seemed to drop an octave and the laser focus he’d had when working on my computer was now zeroed in on me.

  I swallowed the dryness in my mouth and again ignored all logical thinking. “I mean, what if I have to leave a bad review.”

  “You do seem hard to please,” he replied without missing a beat.

  I tilted my chin up in defiance. “I have high standards.” Clearly, I was having some sort of out of body experience. What other explanation was there for continuing to entertain any of his notions?

  “Well then Ma, lucky for you I take pride in my work and my reputation. I leave no one unsatisfied.”

  6

  Emilio

  Lana’s signature flush crept up her neck. Honestly, I thought she’d have shut this down the minute I took off my shirt, but fuck if she wasn’t playing along. Which surprised the hell out of me. I had no idea Ms. Uptight could flirt and be suggestive on purpose. At least where I was concerned. But each reply she gave pushed me to see just how far she’d go in this odd game of chicken.

  It was a stare-off. Who would blink first? Her lips twitched to the side and she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. Then in a move I didn’t expect, she took her shirt off and with no hint of a smile anywhere on her face, she took a step forward.

  “That’s a fairly bold claim.”

  Sexy Ma was pulling out the big guns, in more ways than one. Alright, I was down with it. I made zero effort to hide the fact I was checking her out.

  Her bra was the perfect representation of her. No nonsense. A basic beige, but sheer so I had a full view of her hard, light tan nipples. Freckles decorated her shoulders and across her chest and I felt the need to play connect the dots from one side to the next with my tongue. It took an exorbitant amount of effort for me to not stroke myself because she had my full attention. Wide hips, round ass, and thick thighs, coupled with a perfect handful of tits. Yeah, I was eager as hell to see how far she’d take it.

  Ma had called my bluff, raised the stakes. Maybe she wouldn’t be so crappy at poker after all. No problem. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, I tugged them down. Her eyes doubled in size as I stood before her with a smile and a raging erection barely hidden behind my boxer briefs. I’d thought about dropping those too, but she had the next move.

  “Not a claim, Ma. A fact.”

  Like when I’d been in her garage, her attention lingered on my dick. She even licked her lips, though I doubted she registered the action. My uptight, passive-aggressive, fine ass neighbor had a little thirst. One I was more than happy to quench.

  She took in a long breath before looking back up at me. In damn near slow motion, she tilted her head and drew her top lip in between her teeth. Yeah, Ms. Uptight wasn’t ready. She’d be grabbing her shirt and laptop and running out any second now. I took a step back to give her room for the soon-to-be exit.

  “Not exactly something I can check on Yelp.” She moved closer, erasing the space I’d given her. “Only one way to know for sure.”

  Well shit, she wasn’t backing down. Before I could even say a word, Lana had her hands on either side of my face pulling me down for a kiss. The shock of her actions wore off quickly and I slid my hands around her back to grab her plump ass. She took total control, thrusting her tongue forward while pressing her body close. I gave it back just as hard, reveling in her soft sweetness. She gyrated against me. Her fingers grabbed at the back of my neck. I held her tight, mouths working hard and fast. My cock throbbed between us.

  She pulled back and licked her lips. Her chest rose and fell, the action scraping her nipples across my bare torso. “Not bad.”

  I laughed. Damn, she could cut a man to the quick. “Just ‘not bad’?”

  She responded with a one-shoulder shrug.

  “I believe in five-star service.” I leaned down and hesitated to see if she’d stop me.

  When she didn’t, I placed my hands on either side of her face and ran stroked her cheeks with my thumbs. Our gazes held for one moment. A low sigh flowed from her lips as she parted them slightly.

  “Not bad” my ass. Ma wanted more, and that’s what she’d get. A peck to the tip of her nose. Followed by a soft kiss to the right corner of her mouth then one to the left side. Finally, I nipped her chin. My forehead rested against hers. She closed her eyes and tilted her chin up. “Not bad.” She’d be eating her words, even if this went no further.

  When I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, she opened her mouth more. I smiled before making a full connection. Slow and smooth. No tongue action. When she tried for more, I pulled back and she gave chase. Lana gripped my arms. I moved one hand behind her neck, the other to her waist.

  She whimpered and eagerly pushed forward, clearly not happy with my slower pace. I smiled, before giving her what she wanted. I slipped my tongue in and she moaned in thanks. Lana melted against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, but let me control the pace.

  Damn, it’d been a minute since I’d kissed a woman this long and this deep. The feel of her in my arms, her soft body pressed against mine, and the faint sweet scent of cocoa butter all worked together urging me to drag this out as long as possible. Was I still trying to just prove a point? Ma was somehow flipping the script, and if she kept moving like she was I’d need to jerk off and still take a cold shower afterward.

  Abandoning her mouth, I ran my nose along her jawline and lightly nipped at her earlobe. “Ready to amend your assessment?” I whispered.

  I pulled back to get a better look at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy, and nipples diamond-hard.

  She sank her teeth into her bottom lip before she broke out into a smile. “It would seem I was wrong.” She stopped and ran her pointer finger down my chest until she got to the waistband of my boxers. “But...you’ve not completed the job.”

  Aww shit now. She was full of surprises. When she glanced up at me, the look on her face was something between lust and a little uncertainty. Nah, if she wanted this game to continue, she’d have to make the next move. I took three steps back and spread my arms wide.

  “If you’re feeling froggy, Ma. Then you best jump now.”

  She frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”

  “It means I got condoms and time.”

  She crossed her arms and tapped her finger against her mouth. Her gaze dropped to my aching dick then she took a breath and smiled wide. Gaze locked on mine, she lowered her shorts.

  “Ribbit.”

  7

  Lana

  Holy shit did I say that? The broad smile on Emilio’s face indicated I had in fact lost all my senses. But damn, that kiss, not to mention the thickness hiding behind the thin boxer briefs he wore. And the fact he seemed to be into me. How the hell did I go from thinking he was the most annoying person on the planet to standing in just my underwear ready to jump his bones?

  He held his hand out toward me and I slipped mine in. I followed him from the command center, down the hall to the double door entrance of his bedroom. All the while thinking of the things I’d hoped he’d do to me because if he could kiss like that, then what other magical things could he do with his tongue?

  When he let go, the emptiness was instant. I kept my attention on his ass as he walked over to his single nightstand to the right of his king-sized bed. What was I doing? Was I really about to have sex with a man I barely knew and couldn’t say with certainty I even liked?

  Emilio pulled out a row of condoms, set the
m on the wooden surface then dropped his briefs. My mouth went dry and his exposed dick acted as a magnet to my tingling pussy.

  Yes. The answer was yes. Yes I was. And I was going to enjoy the hell out of it. Hopefully.

  Onto the bed he went. Arms behind his head, legs spread wide, erection at attention and ready for action.

  “All yours, Ma.”

  I tilted my head. “You’re the one with something to prove. Shouldn’t you be working harder to seduce me?”

  He smiled, licked those magnificent lips, and started stroking himself. His hand went down and back up with a gentle twist of his wrist. Down again, back up and then a slow circle over the darker head. “Ma, you’re in my room, wearing nothing but your underwear, and watching me like a thirsty woman starin’ down a glass of ice water. I’d say you’re plenty seduced.”

  I swallowed hard and tried not to visibly shudder at his cocky words. The dampness between my legs was undeniable and the friction of my nipples against the fabric of my bra acted as micro torture. That and the fact he wasn’t crowding me. He seemed in no hurry to “seal the deal” as it were. And damn if his hands-off approach wasn’t somehow both sweet and annoyingly fucking effective in making me want him more.

  He maintained eye contact while continuing to pleasure himself. I’d never watched a man masturbate, but damn if it wasn’t a mesmerizing sight. Part of me wanted to let him continue, but another part of me was inexplicably jealous that his hand was on himself and not me.

  “Again with more hot air. It takes more than the sight of a big dick to get me in the mood.”

  The bastard laughed. He stopped his action and inched to the foot of the bed then made the come here motion. As if on an invisible string, I glided toward him. Once in reach, he placed his warm hands on my waist and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on my stomach. I gripped his shoulders to steady myself.

  Emilio looked up at me as he ran his hands down my hips and across until his thumbs met in the center. Gracious, when had eye contact become such a turn on? Or maybe it was just him, and the disarming, laser focus he emitted. Eyes never leaving my face, he stroked ever so softly up and down over my thin panties, no doubt feeling the evidence of my lie.

  “You’re overdressed.”

  I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth. “Well, maybe you should take some initiative and rectify that situation.”

  Without a word, he rose to full height and in mere seconds I was liberated of my bra.

  I arched a brow. “Done that a time or two?”

  A sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Told you, Ma, I’m good at what I do.”

  Maneuvering so he stood behind me, Emilio moved my hair to the side and placed a kiss below my ear. “Shall I keep going?”

  I swallowed and nodded. His hard cock pressed against my back as he slowly glided his hands along my sides, creating goosebumps at the feather-light sensation and my eyes reflexively closed as a soft moan escaped.

  A warm burst of air wafted across my heated flesh when he let out a low chuckle. Emilio continued his languid exploration. A frustrating tease of touching, but not, ignoring all the parts of my body that desperately longed for attention. He rolled his hands over the globes of my ass and gave them a firm squeeze before hooking his fingers into my panties and pulling them down. The cotton material gave way to gravity and pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them, flinging them off to the side.

  Skin-to-skin. Inhibitions and all logical reasoning discarded like my clothes.

  “You good?”

  I responded with a breathy “Yes.”

  I melted into him as one hand danced down my belly and the other slid up to cup my breast. An appreciative moan rumbled in the back of my throat when he rolled my pebbled nipple between his fingertips. My breath stilled as Emilio ran his hand over my pussy. He kissed the side of my neck. I parted my legs to give him more access. Not missing a beat, he spread my folds, and ever so softly made circles on my clit. As if they had a mind of their own, I began rotating my hips to match his touch.

  Emilio flicked my earlobe with his tongue before giving it a gentle nip. “How’s this, Ma? Properly seduced yet?” His husky tenor caused me to shudder. He pinched my nipple, and I whimpered with delight.

  I didn’t need to see him to know he probably had that damned smirk on his face. Bastard.

  “I...ah…” Shit, I couldn’t even talk.

  A short gasp escaped when he slid his fingers into my body. With as wet as I was, he met no resistance. I reached back, gripping his neck, and propped a leg up on the bed. He worked me with precision. In and out he moved while his thumb circled my clit. I rocked against his actions, my breathing becoming ragged. The pressure started in my stomach. The exciting build of anticipation. I needed more. Faster. But Emilio was in no hurry. He kept his easy, steady, frustrating pace.

  I teetered on the edge, desperate to fall. He stopped working the fingers inside me and instead pressed down on my stiff nub. Concentrated pressure on the bundle of nerves pushed me over. My leg slipped to the floor, and I fell forward, bracing myself on the bed, and letting the bliss wash over me. My body shook and my head swam. I barely registered Emilio had changed position until I felt his mouth on me.

  He sat on the floor between my spread legs, his back against the footboard, and hands holding my ass. I stared in amazement as he licked and sucked my sensitive clit. Never before had I watched a guy go down on me, and holy fuck it was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed.

  I pressed my lips together, closed my eyes, and started rocking back and forth. Christ, the scrape of his beard along my thighs and the flick of his tongue had me spiraling. He massaged and kneaded my butt while he relentlessly worked me over. His skills sure as hell didn’t stop at kissing.

  He licked a path down my slit, taking his time. I gripped the bed, and my eyes popped open when he closed his lips around my clit and suckled it. He pushed his face closer leaving only the dark curls of his hair visible. My knees buckled and I cried when the second wave hit. He didn’t stop. He squeezed my ass and pressed his tongue flat against me, laving my overly stimulated flesh.

  My lungs constricted and my body shook. I couldn’t handle another one. “Em...Emilio...wait...I need to breathe.”

  He placed a kiss to one thigh, then the other before wedging himself between me and the bed, forcing me upright as he did. I rested my forehead against his chest and put up no resistance when he turned us so I could lie down.

  I draped my arm across my face. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  “I’m trying, but you tapped out.”

  8

  Emilio

  I licked my lips, tasting the sweetness of Lana that remained there, and tried not to smile when she propped up on her elbows and frowned at me. A well-sexed woman was a beautiful sight, and she was exactly that. Her chest continued to rise and fall in exaggerated movements. There was a flush to her face, strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead, and her pussy glistened, wet and ready for more. If she was.

  She pursed her lips and let her gaze drop to my damn near painful erection before looking back up at me. “Well, I think you’ve proven your point...so…” Again her attention went to my cock and a devilish smile took up residence on her face. “I’d say I’m all good.”

  Alright, that was how it would go. I nodded and started stroking myself. “Whatever you say, Ma. But two things. One, I’m going to enjoy being able to say I told you so every chance I get. And two, something tells me you’re the type of woman who thoroughly does her research. So, you’ll be back.”

  Lana’s attention remained on my motions. “Is that so?” The slight quiver in her voice betrayed her flippant remark.

  I stepped closer. “Yeah.”

  Her mouth fell open and she pressed her knees together. I leaned against the foot of the bed, closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Inhaling deeply, the lingering scent of her invaded my senses as I stroked myself. My dick ached for relief, and while I’d
rather be buried deep between her legs, taking care of myself would have to be a less satisfying consolation prize.

  Like a movie on repeat, I mentally flipped through the events of the last hour. The first reveal of her breasts. The feel of her pebbled nipples beneath my thumb. I slid my hand up my length, squeezing the head, before drawing it back. She let out a quiet groan. I kept going. The image of her thick thighs and plump ass flashed in my mind.

  Soft skin. I licked my lips again. Damn, she’d tasted good. Down, then up I moved my hand. The memory of her slickness coating my fingers as I had my first exploration inside her body. What I wouldn’t have given to have my dick sheathed in her warm heat. There was a shift in the mattress.

  Opening my eyes, I watched as Lana inched her way closer until she sat with her legs on either side of me. She didn’t touch me but had positioned herself for an up-close and personal viewing. Her face was cock level and if she leaned forward, I could have slipped it between her full lips.

  She drew the corner of her bottom one between her teeth and bunched the covers in her fists. Her chest rose and fell in slow controlled breaths matching my own. I kept the motion of my hand slow and steady. She kept her eyes focused on my dick. This might be the single sexiest encounter and I wasn’t even going to fuck her. What were the odds of that?

  My balls tightened and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. “You...you might want to move back.” My heart raced. Relief was knocking at the door.

  Instead of moving, Lana reached up and placed her hand atop mine. With our gazes locked, she worked in tandem with me. A gentle tug, then a squeeze. She used her thumb to circle my swollen tip and arched her back, a silent invitation. With a long groan, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My release shot forward, splattering her tits and chin before she squealed and turned her head to avoid being hit in the face.