“Baby boy, are you sure you are up for this?”
I look at Mia. Take a really good look at her face and features. Do I want to do this with her? Mia sighs. When she’s about to untangle herself from me, I answer in a flat tone, “Very much.”
My reply satisfies her, her hands return to grip the top of the couch and she grinds on me. I fake a moan to keep her going and bring her hand to cover my bulge because my dick seems to like what she’s doing though she’s not Denny. Mia slides down to her knees, her hands are a blur of movement as she tackles my belt.
She frees my dick and I let out a genuine moan as she twirls her tongue over my shaft, prying my pee-hole open for my precum. Fucking fuck.
Cupping my balls with one hand, she bats her fake lashes at me before taking my whole length in one swift motion to the back of her throat. My mind blanks. Sweet Lord. My brain muddles and her face morphs into someone else. A dark-skinned beauty that has been on my mind since I left her. I want her so bad I shove her head down my dick to take in more of me. She bathes my cock with her spit, makes delicious sounds that causes my belly to knot.
Moans tumble out of my lips as her tongue works my dick like an expert, licking me up and back down. I fist her hair and whisper, “Denny.” My eyes clench shut and my head falls back. Her tongue is on my balls, sucking on my tender babies. Holy Lord. “Yes. Don’t stop, Denny.”
The magic stops as soon as those words are out of my lips. God, no. The tingles and sensations travelling from my dick to my entire body cease. A deep feeling of loss replaces the bliss and my eyes flutter open. We are still in the club but there’s no Denny. Mia is on her knees and she meets my confused gaze with a frown.
“Who the fuck is Denny?”
With the elastic band on her wrist, Mia ties her hair. I try to push her head back to my dick so she can resume the holy work but she swats my hand. What’s with the attitude? She eyes my dick and scoffs. No, she can’t leave me like this.
Mia stands.
Jesus fucking Christ. No.
“Do you even know my name?”
Propping my elbows on my knees, my fingers sink into my scalp. Trying to think up a good excuse out of this mess I created only increases the pounding in my groin. I am painfully hard.
She didn’t even let me come.
“Mia,” I reply, eager for her to relax. We can discuss this after I come. “Your name is Mia.” I let a few seconds pass. Her shoulders slump in defeat. “Please, let’s get back to business.”
Her tongue moistens her lips, she stares at my erection and lowers herself to the floor. Blood rushes to the tip of my cock, turning it a dark purple. I caress the crown and push it closer to her lips while my other hand strokes her face. She looks up and I smile to encourage her. Mia licks the tip and I hiss. Yes. She’s great at this.
Without breaking eye contact, she kisses my dick again. “Baby boy, tell me. Who is Denny?”
Are we still on this? I grab her jaw but she grits her teeth. She needs answers. And I need to get my dick sucked. A frustrated breath leaves me.
“No one.” She scoffs. I sigh. “Nobody.”
On her feet again, Mia places her hands on her hips. I weave my fingers through my hair. This feels like an episode from a bad movie. I need it to end now. I peer at Mia. “I don’t believe you.”
And I don’t give a fuck if she does. She is here to suck my dick, not question me. Mia stomps her feet like a kid denied candy. I press a finger to my temple, trying and failing to stop the annoyance building inside me. This would have gone well if she kept her mouth shut and did the one thing she’s great at. Stupid blondie.
“You better say something,” she adds in a singsong voice.
Her smile irritates me. She’s asking too much for a hook-up. “You look better when you’re silent, Mia.”
A gasp echoes in the room and she slaps her hand over her mouth. How the hell did I get into this? This woman is so dramatic. Angry and horny, I push my stiff dick into my briefs and forcefully rise to my feet.
No more random hook-ups.
I walk past her without a glance and my shoulder brushes hers. A big mistake. Mia tries to drag me back but she can’t. I stop so she doesn’t fall flat on her face with those heels. I’m never coming back to this place.
“Where do you think you’re going, Caleb?”
With my back turned to her and my gaze on the staircase illuminated by colourful lights, I reply, “My name is David.”
“Well, fuck you too, Joshua.”
“Would have but you’re not my type.”
I step out of the room before she fires a comeback, that’s if she can come up with any. She is so dumb and I should have realised that sooner. On getting downstairs, I push past sweaty bodies to get to the spot I left Denise.
She is the cause of my troubles. And she better not be having fun without me or I’ll lose it.
A groan lodges in my throat when someone hits me. I close my eyes and take calming breaths to avoid swinging at a random stranger. I came here to loosen the tension but my joints are stiffer than they were when I walked in here.
Denise is nowhere to be found. Her number goes straight to voicemail. I expel a frustrated breath and round the club a second time. No Denise at the bar or dancing floor or VIP lounge. The garage is my next stop. My chest sags with relief when I see her in the driver’s seat. I knock on the window and it slides down.
“I was looking for you.” Denise stares at me blankly. Fury mixed with leftover lust flickers through me. What the fuck is her issue? In case she forgot, the car is mine. She asked to join me on this trip on the condition she will be the driver. “Were you going to leave without me?”
Her mouth opens, she shakes her head. “I was going to call you.”
My eyes dart to her phone lying face down on the console. Fucking liar. She holds my gaze for a brief second, then looks away to the steering. I jump into the passenger seat and fasten my seatbelt. I already dealt with one lady this night, I can’t deal with another, especially the one who is the cause of all my sexual problems.
Denise starts the car without moving from the spot. My lips twitch when she shifts the gear into park. This has to be Jehovah punishing me for lusting after my brother’s wife.
“You should have gone somewhere more private,” Denise murmurs in a voice so low it’s a surprise I hear her. Not only did she follow me, she’s telling me how to do my business.
A wave of anger rolls through me. I fist my hands on my knees, unclenching them as the anger slowly leaves my body.
“Mia left me with a boner,” I start, eyes focused on the plain walls in front of us. “If you’re not going to finish what she started, let’s end this conversation.” My head turns to her and she tightens her grip on the steering. “Drive.”
“Sure,” she spits out. “You wouldn’t want a nobody on your dick anyway.”
Denise is out of the car the moment she parks. I throw my hands up in frustration and rush after that lady but she beats me to the house. She is the one who eavesdropped but I’m the one chasing after her. Please, make it make sense. But I can’t stop myself from trying to catch up with her. The sound of her bedroom door closing reverberates in the house. With my forehead pressed to the door, I knock on it twice. “Denny. I didn’t mean that.” “Go away.” “Please, open up.” There’s shuffling behind the door, everything goes silent minutes after but there is no response. I run a tired hand through my hair. I am horny. I am angry. I am tired. I am frustrated. What’s she so mad about anyway if she doesn’t want me. “I was thinking of you when she was blowing me. Nothing happened.” The door jerks open, Denise folds her hands under her boobs. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I stare dumbly at her boobs. If she will allow me bury m
Denise didn’t mean it. She can’t possibly mean that. My hands drop to my sides. I take a cautious step back to inspect her face. Her face is flushed but she is fucking serious about me stopping. David: 0 – Women: 1,000. “I don’t want to cheat on him,” she replies to my unspoken question. Him being the unfaithful wife beater, Darius. The laughter that escapes my throat is deep and bitter. “He’s already doing enough of that for the both of you.” My dick strains painfully against my short. This night had so much promises. “If you don’t need me, I need you, Denny.” She swallows hard. She has to be the most confused woman I know. “What if I please you? You don’t have to do anything, Denny.” I hold a finger up to keep her from shaking her head. I am not taking no for an answer. I guide her to the bed and sit first. She stands looking at me like a confused student. That’s fine. I’ll lecture her today and
Denise is ignoring me. She has been for about a week or two. I lost count. Darius has been home, leaving me no chance to confront her. In my defense, the last time I tried to do that, she bolted out of the kitchen. At this point, I’m not sure I want to do it again. She’s acting like I’m the problem. My stomach tightens in hunger and I force myself out of the bed. No one is home. But I throw on a shirt and a pair of clean shorts. I need a bath but that will come after brunch. Mentally, I sift through the requirements of a recent client as I head into the kitchen. If he doesn’t accept the new adjustments, then I might need to show up at the office later. Maybe the ear-chewing from my boss will get my head back in the game. There’s a steel pot and saucepan on the cooker. I remove the lid of the pot. Spaghetti. A reddish sauce is in the frying pan. I scoop some food into a plate, take out a carton of juice and drag a stool to the island to eat.
Denise squares her shoulders and I let out a whisper, “Please.” I need to do the right thing. “Go.” “But I already said I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I’m sorry I cancelled. I’m sorry I lied.” The long buried anger floats to the surface. It took me weeks to get the reservation only for her to wake up one beautiful sunny day and cancel. No good explanation. Nothing to follow it up. But I’m past caring about that. In an odd way, it’s good this happened, we need to set things straight. “Just leave.” Badly in need of a distraction, I move to the dresser to pick up my phone, anything I can touch but her. Denise ambles to the door and my chest falls in acceptance. Finally. I jump as the click of a door locking echoes in the room. Fuck. Meeting my gaze, she takes her first step towards me. “Denise!” The warning in my voice doesn’t deter her. I swallow hard with each step forward. She pries the phone from my hand and sets it on the d
Excitement zips through me. It’s a struggle keeping a stern face. “If the queen says so.” “She says so.” We haven’t even kissed and she is about to get blowjob lessons. No worries. We will do things backward. I guide her to the bed. Before sitting, I thread my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back to stare into her eyes. She stares back with determination and zero regrets. The curtains rustle, drawing our attention to what we are about to do. I am about to commit a sin with my brother’s wife and that kind of sucks. Where’s my loyalty? I may hate Darius’s behaviour but this isn’t the right step. Now is a great time to end it. Sensing my withdrawal, Denise caresses my balls and I am back on track. “David.” She brushes her lips against mine, nibbles on my chin and whispers, “Show me.” “Are you sure, Denny? I won’t be mad if you say no.” In fact, I want her to say no because I can’t bring myself to say it myself. Is it wrong
It’s 11:30 pm and I am doing the dishes. Why? Because I’m bored. Okay, I volunteered to do it and Denise made the maids take the evening off. I only did it because I thought Denise would come to the kitchen to tease me. Getting her alone has become tough with Darius’s arrival. I hear the distant sound of footfalls but I don’t look up. Lather splashes everywhere as I turn over a plate to sponge it. The steps falter. I look up to see Denise leaning on the door. My heart skips a beat. I school my face into a mask to hide my excitement. She came. She came to tease me. Seconds bleed into minutes but Denise hasn’t made a sound and I’m dying to hear her voice. I towel dry the dishes and leave them on the counter. The only light turned on in the kitchen is the corner light by the sink. I catch her sagged shadow on the window above the sink and my pulse jumps. Something is wrong. “Denny?” I ask as I begin the walk towards her. She pushes herself away f
Two days later, Darius hits Denise again. And the next morning, he’s sporting a scratch on his jaw and a cut under his eye. It’s nothing huge but my chest swells with pride. My princess fought back. The second we are alone, I drag her into my room for a searing kiss. Denise gasps with surprise but the sound is swallowed by my mouth. We break the kiss grinning at each other. Her hands spread on my chest. There’s a proud glint in her brown eyes. “I really tried, David. For you.” “No,” I say with a shake of my head. “For you, Denny. For yourself.” I kiss her again, hungrily, pinning her against the door so I can feel her soft body moulding into mine. “But I’m proud of you, my princess.” Her hands move below my waist but I grab them. “So fucking proud of you.” “Then make me come.” “I will,” I promise. “But I have work to do now.” If I didn’t, I would already be on my knees to worship her. Reluctantly, I back away from her and her eyes darken with lust and
Denise doesn’t have to say it twice. I dive on the bed, hands clasped behind my head, dick at attention. She licks her lips again and climbs atop me. “Don’t do anything, okay? Let me do it.” I can’t help but nod. Denise smiles at me one last time and leans forward to place a kiss on my lips. I try to deepen it but she breaks it off and moves to my neck. Denise scatters feather-like kisses all over my collarbone. Her moves are slow and calculated, kissing every inch of my skin. My arms sneak around her waist to pull her down on my dick and she pinches my ear. Pain zips through me and she sticks out her tongue, eyes promising to do it again if I disobey her. This is pure fucking torture. It’s hard to keep still but I manage to do so as her hot lips leave kisses all over my naked body. She trails a path from my collarbone to my belly button. My dick jerks. “Naughty,” Denise says with a grin. Mischief twinkles in her eyes, she pats my dick like it’s a toy and mut