Chapter 20 #2
“That’s what got you that contract, Hollywood!” I exclaimed, trying to cover my admission. “What did your mom and Bill say?”
“I haven’t told anyone else yet. You were my first call.”
My heart leapt into my throat momentarily. “I’m the first one you told?”
“You’re the only one I’ve told. I’m about to call them and then Erickson in a couple minutes.”
“Oh wow, that makes me feel special.”
“You are special.”
I grinned, feeling flushed. “Lamar…”
“What time are you going to sleep? Nine?”
“You know it.” I giggled.
“I’m going to make these calls and let my people know, then circle back to tell you good night.”
“Yes, of course. We’ll talk later. Congratulations again!”
We said goodbye, and I finished my dinner with a huge smile.
I felt so inspired by his achievement that I immediately took a shower, put on a cute cami set, grabbed my laptop, and got to work.
I decided to write until bedtime. I channeled my emotional roller coaster of an afternoon into the characters of my story, determined to complete the chapter I was working on.
I was coming up on the end of the final paragraph when I thought I heard knocking.
It was eight o’clock, so I knew it had to be my neighbors’ door.
I continued working until I heard it again, louder.
I turned down the music on my phone and listened.
When I heard the third round of knocks, I got up and tiptoed toward it.
I’d made it only to the end of the hall when my phone vibrated.
It was Lamar.
I stopped in the middle of the living room and answered in a whisper. “Hello?” I quietly kept walking.
“I just wanted to tell you good night,” he said.
When I looked through the peephole, the air left my lungs, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Jazz…” Lamar said my name so sexily that I was immediately overwhelmed.
With a shaky hand, I unlocked the door and opened it. My eyes were wide as I stared at him.
Lamar flashed me a smile. “What’s up, Jazz?”
“What…?!” I exhaled, trying to wrap my mind around what I was seeing in front of me. “Hi!”
His smile grew. “I’m sorry to show up unannounced. But can I come in?”
“Yes, of course! Sorry, come in.” Almost in a trance, I moved backward until the back of my legs hit the couch. My eyes were glued to him as he approached me. “What are you doing here?”
“This.”
Grabbing my face, he crashed his lips into mine.
His touch was gentle, yet his kiss was rough.
The contrast between his thumbs stroking my cheeks and his mouth moving over mine made me tremble with want.
My nipples hardened, and desire coiled in my belly.
I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him. Our bodies were pressed together, and his kiss spread through me like wildfire.
His hands slid from my face down my neck as he kissed his way to my ear.
“I’m here because I like you.” He squeezed my throat as he kissed his way back to my lips.
“A lot.” His hands moved from my neck over my shoulders, tugging down the straps of my cami as he kissed down my chest. When he reached the cami bodice, he looked up at me.
“I’m here because I want you.” He dragged his lips across the fabric until he reached my nipple.
Biting down and licking it through the thin material, he made me moan. “So fucking bad.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm.”
With our eyes locked, he tugged the cami down, freeing my breasts as he lowered me to the couch.
“I’m here because I want to make it up to you,” he murmured.
As soon as my ass hit the cushion, he situated himself between my legs. Kneading my breasts, he wrapped his lips around each nipple in turn.
Feeling his warm mouth against my bare skin caused me to gasp. “That feels so good,” I said breathily as he captured a nipple between his teeth and bit softly.
He licked and sucked each protruding peak, alternating back and forth until I felt that pull deep in my gut. He hooked the back of my legs over his forearms and pulled me to the edge of the couch.
“Oh!” I yelped, surprised by his strength.
“I’m here because…” He rocked me back, lifting me so he could pull at my shorts; once he worked them over my hips, they came off easily. “… you asked me how I wanted to celebrate…” When he spread my legs again, my ass was hanging on the edge of the couch. “… and what I wanted for dinner.”
Panting, I watched him watching me. I was fully exposed, naked except for my cami bunched at my waist.
Dragging his lips along the inside of my thighs, he oscillated between the left one and the right one until he was face-to-face with my hot flesh. “And this is the only way I wanted to celebrate,” he uttered, his breath tickling my skin. “And the only thing I wanted to eat.”
My heart thumped loudly as I stared at his gorgeous face between my legs. I’d fantasized about being with him off and on since we’d met. But nothing compared to the real thing. Nothing could replicate the softness of his lips, the power of his hands, or the skill of his mouth.
“Ohmigod,” I cried out as he kissed the crease.
“So tell me how I can make it up to you,” he groaned, his lips brushing across the hood of my clit with each word.
I didn’t even recognize my own voice as I let out a whimper that was partially a cry for release and partially an announcement that he could do whatever he wanted with my body.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “Use your words.”
I inhaled sharply as electricity shot through me. “I—I want…” I swallowed hard. “I want to … come.”
His eyes darkened as my words hit him. The intensity in his gaze caused me to grab the arm of the couch.
“I can do that,” he growled, before running his tongue along my slit. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Please. Lamar, please,” I begged.
“I’ll make you come, Jazzy. Don’t worry.” Without hesitation, he flattened his tongue and licked every inch of me before he stopped at my little bundle of nerves.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I cried out, as his tongue skillfully swirled in a circle around my clit. My hands found the back of his head, and my hips bucked against his face. “Ohmigod, yes!”
When I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, he sucked my clit and slowly slid two fingers inside me.
I moaned loudly, and so did he, right along with me.
Every time I looked at him buried between my legs, my impending orgasm got closer. I tried to continue watching him take care of me, but it felt too good to keep my eyes open. His fingers curled upward into my G-spot as he continued his expert assault on my clit.
I was panting. My heart was racing, and my skin was on fire. The sound of my wetness reverberated through the room, and I was starting to lose control. My hips moved uncontrollably to meet the movements of his tongue and fingers.
“Lamar, Lamar, Lamar…” I gasped his name, closing my eyes.
I could feel myself getting close.
He flicked his tongue over my sensitive flesh, and then he suctioned his lips around my clit.
I tried to hold it together. I wasn’t trying to force his face into me, but my hands held his head as I lost control of my hips.
My eyes rolled back, and a wave of heat washed over me as I started my descent into ecstasy.
“Right there, right there, right there…” I moaned as my entire body shuddered.
He locked my thighs with his arms, but since he never stopped flicking his tongue, a second orgasm ripped through me and left me quivering.
My mouth was open, but sound didn’t come out. I was momentarily frozen with my hips in the air and my body rigid.
It took a solid minute for my nervous system to finally calm down.
“That felt so good.” I panted, slowly opening my eyes. My body slacked, and I let out a ragged breath.
He pulled his fingers out of me, and while maintaining eye contact, he licked the length of my slit and then planted a kiss on my mound.
“I love the way you sound, the way you look, the way you taste,” he groaned as he gently took my legs off his shoulders. “Everything about you.” He rose to his feet. Grabbing himself, he took a step back and eyed my body. “You’re so fucking sexy, Jazzy.”
His dick was rock-hard. And while I was sexually satiated, I wanted all of him.
“I love … everything about you,” I admitted quietly as I pushed myself up into a seated position. “I’ve never…” A rush of feelings flooded my system.
I’ve never felt like this before.
He searched my eyes. “You’ve never what?”
“I never”—I swallowed hard—“expected to see you tonight. I’m really glad you came, but you didn’t have to. I really did understand.”
“I didn’t like disappointing you.” He reached out to me.
“I never want to disappoint you.” Once I put my hand in his, he pulled me to my feet and continued.
“And you seemed surprised earlier when I said you were special. I didn’t like that.
” He leaned down to kiss me. “Because I need you to know you’re special to me. ”
“You’re special to me, too,” I admitted softly.
Our arms wrapped tight around each other as our mouths and tongues gently wrestled. Tasting myself on his lips, I melted into him. Each kiss was a reminder of how he satisfied me, and my stomach fluttered in remembrance. His hands traveled over my bare skin, giving me goose bumps.
“How much time do we have?” I asked, pulling out of the kiss.
He looked at his watch and then put his hand back on my bare ass. “I should probably go in the next fifteen minutes,” he whispered in my ear.
“There’s a lot we can do in fifteen minutes.”
“I didn’t come here for a quickie.” He squeezed the fleshiness of my bottom before letting it go and cupping my face. “I like you, and I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”
Disrespect me.
I slipped my hand in between us, sliding over the bulge in the front of his pants. “I want more of you,” I whispered.
He licked his lips. “You can see how bad I want to take you up on that.” He took a small step back so I could see his print for emphasis.
“Because I want you.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed me.
“And I like you”—he kissed me again—“and you’re special”—his tongue gently met mine—“and you deserve more than a quick fuck.”
“Lamar,” I whined.
His fingers coasted down my face and wrapped around my neck. “Don’t say my name like that.” He drew me into him, and his mouth covered mine. “Do you know how hard it is to resist you?”
Then don’t.
“Mmm,” he groaned, pulling out of the kiss slowly. He let his fingers slide from my neck down my chest as he took a step back. “I’m going to go … because if I keep kissing you, I’m not going home.”
My body and my feelings were laid bare in front of him. Even though he wasn’t outright rejecting me, I wasn’t getting what I wanted tonight. And it stung.
I was battling myself internally, because on one hand, I wanted to tell him how bad I wanted him, how I needed to feel him inside me, how I craved him.
On the other hand, if he slid inside me, there was no telling how long we’d spend pleasing each other.
If he got home late and did terrible at practice, that could jeopardize his opportunity.
And as bad as I wanted him, I didn’t want to come between him and his dreams.
I swallowed hard.
“I understand,” I whispered, pulling the straps of my cami back onto my shoulders, covering at least the top half of my body. “I’m glad we got a chance to see each other.”
“So am I.” His eyes dropped to my lips. “I needed to see you.”
“I needed to see you, too.”
He drew me into an embrace. I rested my head against his chest, and I hugged him tight. We were quiet, rocking back and forth leisurely. I listened to his heart beating. I closed my eyes as the seconds ticked by. The moment I felt my eyes watering, I pulled away.
We silently walked to the door.
“I’m proud of you,” I expressed softly. “Congratulations again.”
His lips pulled into a smile, and his eyes lit up. “Thank you.” He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “That means a lot to me. Especially coming from you.”
Butterflies moved through my belly as I held his gaze. “You have a big day ahead of you. Get home safely, and get a good night’s sleep.”
He put his hand on the doorknob and paused. He turned to me, and his lips parted as if he were going to say something. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.
“Good night, Jazz.”
“Good night, Lamar.”
When the door shut behind him, I put my hand to my chest and exhaled.