Being Cordial

by Meka James

  “You can do better than that. Use your words.”

  This path could easily blow up in my face and leave me with a major case of blue balls if she walked out. Hell, as much as I teased her, I wanted to take things to a different completion. The next time I came with this woman, I wanted it to be while balls deep inside her. My dick throbbed at the thought.

  I continued my teasing, reveling in the increased wetness of her underwear. Sliding my other hand up her neck, I ran my thumb across her bottom lip. She responded by opening her mouth and letting her tongue swirl around the digit. A simple thing, but damn did it make me wish it was my cock and not a finger getting that treatment.

  “Whatcha say, Ma? Wanna find out just how good it can be?”

  Her breathing changed and her eyes half-closed. “Ye...yes. Fuck yes.”

  My mouth descended on hers again. I moved the thin barrier to the side and easily slipped two fingers into her pussy. A little pressure applied to her clit, she rocked her hips in sync with my hand and I swallowed down the low cry that accompanied her release. I kept stroking her and her nails dug into my back creating the most pleasurable pain. I’d wear the scratches left behind as a fucking badge of honor.

  Lana rested her head back against the wall. A post-coital flush colored her skin. With a final swipe, I pulled my hand free and stepped back to admire her relaxed posture. Reaching to the right, I pulled open the small drawer and retrieved a row of condoms.

  She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “You keep condoms in your kitchen?”

  I winked at her. “I’m like a boy scout. Always prepared.” Slipping my arm around her waist, I pulled her to me and headed back to the living room. “Time for a ride, Ma.”

  “A ride? Where are we going?”

  I stopped in front of my couch, dropped the packets on the table, and let her go before pushing down my shorts. Her eyes widened and her lips formed a silent “O.” She stepped closer and wrapped her warm hands around my neglected dick. The sensation of her gentle caress had me groaning. I closed my eyes, enjoying the softness of her touch. She kissed my chin and down the front of my neck, all the while continuing the slow strokes.

  “I can’t ride standing up,” she whispered between kisses. She let go and stepped back, a coy smile on her face as she started removing her clothes.

  I tugged my shirt over my head and kicked my pants free and took a seat. Thick and sexy, Lana stood between my legs in a sheer white panty and bra set, one that was just as utilitarian as the last set I’d seen her in. Her puckered light tan nipples peeked out from behind the thin fabric.

  The damp spot on her panties was damn near eye level. My cock twitched at the sight. I slid forward and ran my hands up the curve of her hips. With a slight tug, she stumbled closer, putting her hands on my shoulders to brace herself. I pressed my lips against her pussy, inhaling her intoxicating scent while getting a taste of her sweetness all at the same time.

  She dug her fingers into my shoulder and propped one leg up onto the sofa. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer as I teased her through the thin cotton barrier. She gyrated against me, her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me in place as she controlled the pressure. Damn, I loved a woman who knew what she wanted.

  My dick ached from need. As if reading my mind, Lana pushed me back. With a sexy smile, she wiggled out of her panties before making quick work of removing her bra. She stood before me gloriously naked and sexy as fuck.

  Reaching down, she grabbed one of the condoms and kept her eyes on me as she opened it. Slowly she lowered to her knees and took hold of my cock at the base. A move that made me groan and lift my hips. She gave it a gentle squeeze and ran her hand up my length, circling the tip with her thumb. Fuck what I wouldn’t give for her to wrap those full lips around me, but as she started rolling the condom on, I knew that wasn’t in the cards tonight. Next time.

  There definitely needed to be a next time because I needed more of her. Not just the sex though, her, all of her. The smart ass mouth, eye rolls, and hell even the condescension in her voice which had an odd adorable factor to it.

  She rose, pussy glistening and moved to straddle me. With my dick poised at her entrance she paused. “You know if this isn’t the ride of my life I’ll never let you live it down.”

  I put my hands on her waist and pulled her down just enough to slip the tip in. “Satisfaction guaranteed, Ma.”

  Lana leaned forward, placed her hands on either side of my face and kissed me while lowering herself, but not all the way. Her tongue probed my mouth and I grabbed her soft ass, squeezing the tender flesh. Up she went again until I nearly popped out of her, then down again. Fuck this tease would be the death of me, but I resisted the urge to rush her process. Instead, I leaned my head against the back of the sofa and concentrated on falling into the pace she set. Up and when she lowered this time, she enveloped me completely.

  She gripped my shoulders and let out a breath.

  “You good, Ma?”

  She nodded. “It’s not like I hadn’t seen it, but...big things are hidden in skinny packages.”

  It was probably not the best time, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean, I did say you’d be full of me, emphasis on the full.”

  With my arms around her waist, I lifted my hips, burying myself deeper. Her sharp gasp drove me wild. I pressed my lips against her neck and thrust upward again on a mission to elicit every sound of pleasure she offered.

  “Fuck,” she groaned.

  Lana shifted, rising up onto her knees and took hold of the back of the sofa. Her tits dangled in my face, an offering I couldn’t ignore. I squeezed the soft flesh, bringing it to my mouth. I flicked my tongue across her hardened nipple. Ma rocked her hips back and forth and the sensation of her sliding along my stiff dick was nothing short of exceptional.

  She arched her back, pushing her breasts against my face as she continued to move. I shifted my attention from one tit to the next. The nights I’d spent fantasizing about this moment were nothing compared to actually having her ride me hard. I dropped my head onto the back of the sofa and let my hand wander down her waist and around to her plump ass. I gave it a smack. She looked down at me and I smiled.

  Lifting my hips, I matched her stroke for stroke. Ma moved faster. Mouth open, eyes narrowed to mere slits, and low, breathy moans poured free with each thrust. My balls tightened and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I lost my load. I slipped a hand between our bodies, finding the hidden treasure I was after. Pressing my fingers against her clit, I rubbed in quick circles as she dug her fingers into my shoulders.

  “Holy fuck,” she groaned before she clenched around me.

  I grabbed her ass and pumped upwards and grunted as I filled the condom with my own release. Lana rested her head on me, her hot breath coming out in quick spurts. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her as we both came down.

  Ma lifted up and eased herself off me to sit on the cushion to my right. “It’s rather annoying you keep being right.”

  I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Told you, Ma. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

  11

  Lana

  “Ugh, this is useless,” I said to Yoda and shut the lid of my laptop.

  He didn’t even perk his ears up to acknowledge I’d spoken. Brat. He was a brat, but he was my brat and I loved him. Reaching over, I rubbed his fur to calm my nerves.

  It was simply sex. Great sex. Amazing sex. The kind of sex that other people had, not me. Until Emilio. And I wanted more.

  But it was a bad idea. A terrible idea.

  A one-off was fine. Anything more than that and things could get complicated. This was worse than fraternizing with a co-worker which was strictly a no-go. That kind of thing was messy and avoiding messy was what I did best.

  “Maybe I should make a pros and cons list.” I looked over at Yoda who again failed to even acknowledge I’d spoken to him. “You know, I feed you, bathe you, clothe you, and give you a place to li
ve. The least you can do is look in my direction when I’m talking to you.”

  This time his ears at least twitched. Guess it was better than nothing. I picked up the remote and readjusted to a more comfortable position on the couch. If I couldn’t get work done, bingeing old episodes of Law and Order would be the next best thing. Yoda popped his head up, then jumped off the couch, barking as he ran full steam toward the front door. Seconds later the doorbell chimed.

  “Who in the hell?” I groaned, unfolding myself from my position. I’d just gotten settled. “Stop with the noise,” I scolded as I got closer. “You act as if you’ve never heard the doorbell before.”

  A quick look through the peephole made my breath catch. Damn it all to hell, I’d talked him up. I did a slow exhale and put on my best annoyed face. Yoda darted out the small opening and jumped at Emilio’s ankles. Traitor.

  “You have crappy timing.”

  The friendly smile he wore quickly turned into a frown. “Damn, I can’t get a hello before you start bitching at me?”

  I crossed my arms and leaned against the door. “You’re right. Sorry. Hello. And you have crappy timing. I’d just gotten comfortable and here you come to mess it up.”

  He laughed and bent down to pick up Yoda, the brown plastic bag in his hand rustling as he did. “Is she this pissy with everyone, Ren, or is it just me?”

  I rolled my eyes at the dumb name he insisted on calling Yoda and reached out to take him. “What can I say, you bring out the best in me.”

  His grin got wider and I worked to ignore the effect it had on me. Emilio sauntered in without waiting for an invitation.

  “So, what were you doing that I rudely interrupted by giving you the pleasure of my company?”

  I shut the door and set Yoda down. He ran back to the living room probably to reclaim his favorite spot on the couch.

  “Pleasure? That might be a stretch.”

  Emilio turned to stare at me. Those dark brown eyes, framed by the black full lashes, and the smirk firmly planted on his lips called me on my bullshit without him having to say a word.

  I cleared my throat and shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from fanning myself. “Anyway, what brings you over?”

  He held up the bag. “Being a good neighbor and returning your container. Figured it’d be easier on you to have the same one for next time.”

  “Excuse me? Next time? Who the hell said anything about a next time?”

  When I grabbed for the bag, he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me against his body.

  “Awww, Ma, you wouldn’t do me like that would you? Give me a taste of your sweet, sweet treats and not let me have more. And here I was thinking you were starting to like me just a little.”

  He licked his lips and I damn near moaned. His words were smooth and easy. The low, throaty tenor of his voice only added to the dirty innuendo hidden in his message. The burn of wanton desire spiraled around me hot and fast and I clenched against the pulsating between my legs.

  My mouth went dry and my brain turned to mush, preventing me from giving him a witty comeback. Damn him! Damn him straight to hell. Never in my life had a man gotten under my skin as much as he did. And never had I enjoyed the frustration of it like I did with him. Our own sort of foreplay. And boy did it have an effect. I pulled back and attempted to pay no attention to the newfound dampness of my panties.

  “We’ll have to do something about that,” I said, turning to head toward my kitchen.

  “Do something about what?” His voice boomed from behind as he followed me.

  “You thinking I like you.”

  He laughed at me again. I set the bag on the counter and turned, planting my hands on my hips and the most indignant look I could muster on my face.

  “And why is that funny? An excellent roll in the hay does not constitute me liking you.”

  A full smile spread across his face putting his pearly whites on display. He rubbed his hands together and I mentally kicked myself for the inflation to his ego.

  “Ma, come on now. You just love to tell on yourself. It’s kinda cute actually. But I’ll play. If two ‘excellent rolls in the hay’ plus home-baked goods don’t constitute you liking me, what does? A third? Because I’m game.”

  “Your math seems to be off. Or you’re getting me confused with someone.” For some reason that thought annoyed me and I refused to give myself time to analyze why.

  “I know who I’m talking about. We may not have bumped uglies that first time, but getting you off more than once counts in my book.”

  I drew my brows together and tilted my head. “Bumped what?”

  He let out an overly dramatic sigh. “Bumped uglies. Knocked boots. Did a little bump and grind…” He did a suggestive roll of his hips that finished off with two quick thrusts and I did my best to not let my gaze linger too long on his crotch.

  “Oh...why the hell can’t you just say had sex?”

  He leaned his lanky form against the doorframe and crossed his arms, wearing another disarmingly attractive grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”

  I covered my face and groaned. One rash decision after the next embedded this man deeper and deeper into my life. “Fine. Wait...is that why you really came over here? Hoping for another hookup?”

  “Nope.” He added an extra pop to the “P” when he said the word. “I legit just came to bring your container back like the great neighbor that I am.” He pushed off the wall and closed the space between us. “But if you’re feening I’m more than happy to help you out.”

  “Me? You’re the one who took the turn down sexual lane.” A smile tugged at my lips. “Maybe...maybe you’re the one really ‘feening’ and are trying to put it off on me.”

  I managed to hold not only my composure but also his eye contact during my bullshit statement. Although, possibly not all bullshit. There had to be some part, other than the obvious one, that was attracted to me.

  He rolled his tongue along his bottom lip before drawing it in between his teeth. “If I am, you gonna let me get a fix?”

  Emilio stood close but didn’t touch me. And damn if I didn’t want him to have his hands, lips, and tongue all over me. This man was everything I normally avoided. Crude, slightly arrogant, and spoke sarcasm like it was a second language. Yet I was ready to take him by the hand and drag him upstairs. Because he was also funny, intelligent, and super laid back, which was the yin to my high-strung yang.

  “You come prepared?”

  He slowly shook his head.

  I arched a brow. “Thought you were Mr. Boy Scout?”

  He quirked the right side of his mouth up. “Need me to run home?”

  Hell no. But I kept that thought to myself. Letting him walk out that door might have me losing my nerve and not let him back in.

  I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Lucky for you I was a girl scout. We too know to be prepared.”

  He bent to meet me for the kiss I was after. The moment his lips touched mine he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. Another rash decision that was going to have him tangled up in my life. As I parted my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth, I knew I wouldn’t mind it for the next hour or so. I moaned at the thought. I wove my fingers in his hair and pressed closer.

  His erection was an evident rod between us. His lips moved, soft yet firm. He suckled my tongue, a gentle motion I didn’t know I’d enjoy until that very moment. I needed friction, something, anything to help get me over the edge. He pressed his thigh between my legs as if reading my mind. I shamelessly humped against him in desperate need.

  Emilio broke from the kiss and trailed his nose along my jaw. His warm breath came out in quick bursts as he held fast to my ass, aiding in my movements. He caught the lobe of my ear between his teeth, nipping at it softly before letting it go. “You need it, don’tcha, Ma? Been thirsting over my dick.”

  He gave my ass a smack like last time and I groaned at the deliciousness. My breath was short and raspy. My
nipples scraped against the thin fabric of their confines creating more stimulation. My pussy throbbed against the pressure of Emilio’s thigh as I gyrated, getting closer and closer to my release. He snaked one of his hands under my shirt and pulled the cup of my bra down.

  I gasped when he pinched my nipple. My body was on fire. My pulse raced and all I wanted, all I could focus on was the “fix” as he’d called it. I gripped his shoulders and rested my head on his chest.

  “You been over here touching yourself thinking of me. Bet you had your fingers deep in your wet, wet pussy calling out my name as you made yourself come. Who’s making you feel this good? Say it for me.”

  “Em...Emilio. Fuck!” I screamed as his dirty truths unleashed the orgasm I’d been chasing.

  12

  Emilio

  I propped my hands up behind my head and resettled on the pillow. After she’d recovered, we’d moved the party upstairs, much to the displeasure of Ren who whined and scratched at the door for a while before giving up.

  “You hungry?”

  She looked over and frowned at me. “Oh, I’m expected to cook for you now?”

  I couldn’t stop the smile from forming over the attitude in her voice.

  “I clearly didn’t do a good enough job if you’re still so tightly wound.” I propped up on one hand and placed my other on her hip and pulled her closer. “Something I’ll work on...after I eat.”

  “Fine. I might have something I can whip up.” The coy smile on her lips was in direct contradiction with the annoyance she tried to show.

  “Nah, chill out. I got this.”

  She scooted into a sitting position and unfortunately tucked the sheet around her blocking her tits from view. “You can cook?”

  I ran my hands through my hair, moving the stray curls from my face. “You know, I don’t think I’ve met anyone that could offend me with their skepticism as much as you do. It’s a skill you have. Is it just me, or do you think all men are incapable of caring for their basic needs?”