C29 Chapter 29

RICK

She is hungry. So hungry. I can taste the coffee on her breath as she kisses me again and her tongue darts out seeking entry. I don’t give it. I want to but don’t. I’m suddenly waging a war with myself. She kisses me again and again but gets no response. Finally, she stops as she drops her hand to my crotch. She grasps my erect shaft through the material of trousers and rubs it before pressing herself against me again.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as she rubs herself against my shaft.

“I… I’m… seeing someone,” I say. I know that as soon as I say it, I’ve done the wrong thing in so many ways. But right now I’m feeling so damn guilty. I’m in a relationship.

Her movements against my manhood slow and then stop.

“What?” she asks in disbelief. “You’re seeing someone?”

I nod.

She looks at me as disappointment crosses her face. “This coming from the man who told me he doesn’t believe in relationships and marriage?”

“Yes,” I say feeling like I’ve been caught doing something wrong.

“Just my luck,” she says shaking her head.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You know, when I saw you tonight, I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t had a good fuck since before I met you. When I saw you tonight I told myself, there is a God. Tonight we both want the same thing and now you tell me you're in a relationship?”

“People change…”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she says. “I don’t cheat even if someone’s not married. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just did,” I say.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Hey, I didn’t come on to you.”

“No, you just enjoyed the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and seeing my thong. I hope you enjoyed it.”

I can’t believe this is turning into an argument. “Don’t be so high and mighty. You’ve been sidestepping my questions all night. Why?”

“Why? Because last time you wouldn’t stop calling and messaging me. Why would I expect anything long-term after what you told me? Do you think I want to be your booty call? All I wanted was one night.”

“Well, I’m so sorry for caring and being interested. People do change believe it or not.”

She turns and walks a few steps before stopping at a door on her right. She turns the light on in the room and looks at me. “Let yourself out. Don’t bother taking the apartment number and the building name. I’m only here for a short while and don’t call or message me okay?”

I look at her in stunned silence. I’m fuming and feel like I could explode and give her a piece of mind. I’m of a mind to put her over my knee and spank her sexy ass so hard she won’t sit for a week. Instead, I bite my tongue and open the door. I step out and close the door behind me.

I flag a cab and give him my address. I’m angry. Angry with Viola and with myself.

CHRISTINE

Grady opens the door. He’s wearing nothing but a towel.

I smile and say nothing.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t listening when I gave you my room number,” he says.

“I’m a good listener,” I say and step into his room. He closes the door behind me and I wait for him to lead the way into the room. He shows me into the living area.

“Make yourself at home,” he says as he crosses to the minibar and removes the whiskey. He remembers my drink. He mixes our drinks and when he turns, he stops dead. I’ve pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it. It’s hanging open revealing my bra underneath and my ample tits that bulge over the cups.

“Well, well, we’re not wasting any time are we?” Grady smiles as he crosses the room to me. He places our drinks on the coffee table and comes to stand before me.

He reaches out and places his hands on my hips. He kisses me.

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers as he kisses my cheeks and my neck. I do not reciprocate and when he lifts his hand from my hip and squeezes my breast through my bra I slap him.

He places his hand where I’ve just hit him to ease the pain.

As he looks at me in stunned silence I smile and step closer to him. In one fluid movement, I remove his towel and his cock jumps forward.

“What is this?” I ask looking at his enormous shaft. I reach out and tickle his balls with my long fingernails. He rises to his tiptoes as he sucks in air in ecstasy. Tickling his balls has always paralyzed him. I see nothing’s changed. I run my fingernails up his shaft and he moans as he stands still and erect.

“Your weaknesses haven’t changed I see,” I smile as I bring my face close to his. “You want me don’t you?”

He nods and moans his confirmation.

“Just a quick fuck and then you go on your way?”

“What do you want?” he manages to murmur.

“I …” I say as I look down at the head of his shaft. Precum is already glistening on it, “… want you, to do exactly as I say.”

He looks into my eyes, not understanding.

“Undo my skirt slowly and push it down,” I order him.

He reaches behind me and finds the zipper of my skirt. He unzips it and pushes it down over my hips where gravity takes over and it drops to the floor.

He looks down at me. I’m wearing thigh-high stockings and a crotchless thong.

“God, I want you,” he says.

“Get on your knees,” I tell him.

He obeys and I move a bit closer before I reach behind him and pull his head into my crotch. “Smell me. Breathe me in,” I say. I hear him inhaling deeply and feel his nose pressing against my clit. I want him so badly. It takes all of my willpower to keep control and not fuck him. I pull his head away and tell him to get up. I lead him back to the sofa and push him back onto it. Then I kneel in front of him and take his cock in my hand.

“You’re so damn sexy,” Grady says. “I want you now.”

“You’ll get me when I’m ready,” I say bluntly and then I bend my head to his shaft, I lick the precum off the head of his cock and then take it in my mouth.

I begin to suck slowly and gradually take more and more of his shaft in my mouth and down my throat. Grady is moaning. I know he thinks he’s going to get my pussy soon but I have a surprise for him. I suck and pump his shaft alternately. I slowly increase the pressure and sensations in exactly the right place. I feel him beginning to expand further and I know he’s nearing his orgasm.

“Oh c’mon, Chris baby, it’s time. Let me have that tight pussy of yours.

“Wait,” I barely say before I drop on his shaft again like a hawk. He realizes too late that I’m going to make him cum like this and he begins to squirm but I tighten my other hand gently around his balls and he ceases moving. I sense when he cums and I immediately remove my mouth and my hands. His cum arcs through the air and lands on his chest and stomach. Some of it lands on the sofa.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” he cries but it’s too late. I know what I’ve done. I ruined his orgasm by stopping just as he came.

He grabs his cock in his hand and pumps it some more trying to get the full sensation of his orgasm but it’s too late. He looks at me with disappointment.

“What the hell did you do that for?” he asks.

I get up and smile down at him. I rest my hands on my hips and part my legs giving him a full view of my pussy.

“That,” I say as I bend down and scrape off the last drops of cum from his head, “was lesson number one.”

“What do you mean lesson number one?” he asks.