Chapter 9
I pulled up in front of Noelani’s apartment building and cut my engine.
She’d been quiet on the ride home, so I assumed she’d changed her mind about riding my dick.
She didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would fuck on the first date, but with all the shit she was talking, I thought she might surprise me.
“Thank you for dinner. I had a great time tonight,” she said.
“So did I, and you’re welcome. I’ll walk you to the door.”
I put my hand on the door handle as she asked, “You don’t want to come up?”
I paused and looked at her. “Do you want me to come up?”
“Did you think I was playing about riding your dick?”
I chuckled. “I see the Noelani from this afternoon is back.”
“What are you talking about? She never left.”
“You’ve been quiet since we left the restaurant. I thought you may be having second thoughts.”
“I’ve had second, third, and fourth thoughts, but every one of them ended with the same result.”
“And what result is that?”
“Come with me and you’ll find out.”
She didn’t wait for me to open her door, leaving me behind in the car to watch her sashay toward the building. I made it to her before she reached the door and grabbed her around her waist from behind.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked in a whisper before burying my nose in her neck.
“There are only a few things in life that I’ve been more certain about. My only hope is that you and your dick don’t disappoint.”
I lifted my head and laughed. “Oh, you talking big shit again. Lead the way.”
She entered a code that allowed us to enter the first two doors of the building. On the elevator, she pressed the number six and leaned against the opposite wall.
“C’mere,” I demanded.
She shook her head, remaining against the wall.
One large step put me in her space, close enough for our clothing to touch.
She looked up at me with sultry eyes, her breathing uneven.
I gently gripped her chin between my thumb and index finger, and just as I was about to press my lips against hers, the elevator stopped.
I stepped back and let her lead the way to her apartment. She stopped in front of a door and waited for me to unlock it. I followed her inside, and before the door closed behind us, she was wrapped in my arms. Again, she looked up at me, but this time, her eyes held anticipation.
“I supply my own rubbers, and I only have two in my wallet. I always wrap up, and I was tested three months ago. I’m clean.”
“I was tested six months ago, and I haven’t had sex since before that. I’m clean. Hopefully, you don’t need more than two rounds to satisfy me because I don’t do condomless dick.”
She pushed away from me, turned around, and headed down a dark hallway while she undressed. I looked down at my stiffening dick and groaned.
“Aye, man. You need to calm your ass down and stop acting like you ain’t never had pussy,” I whispered to my dick.
“I’m waiting, Rowdy,” I heard in the distance.
I removed the two condoms from my pocket and secured them in the waistband of my boxer briefs.
As I unbuttoned my shirt, I followed her voice, entering her bedroom to find her in a black lace panty and bra set, and the black stilettos she’d worn to dinner.
Her right hand was on her hip as she stood with all her weight on her right leg.
“Damn.”
That little talk I gave my dick was a waste of breath because my dick was harder than a muthafucka.
“Are you having second thoughts?” she asked.
“Hell nah.”
“Then what are you doing all the way over there?”
She was a few feet away, standing at the foot of her bed. I slowly walked toward her, and when there was barely an inch of space between us, I stripped down to my underwear.
“Is this better?”
Instead of responding verbally, she slowly rubbed her hand over my tattoo-covered chest and down to my stomach, pausing briefly at the waistband of my briefs before removing the condoms and sticking them under her bra strap.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, looking into my eyes.
I liked women who took control, and I noticed almost from the moment we met that Noelani was that kind of woman.
She was obviously educated based on her occupation, but her personality reminded me a lot of the women I was used to dealing with around the way.
You couldn’t pay me to believe that a woman who was a high school social worker would give up the pussy and damn near beg me to let her ride my dick on the first day we met.
I pressed my lips against hers and we shared our second kiss.
I wasn’t a kisser and couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed a woman.
Her lips were as soft as they looked, and I enjoyed the feel of them against mine.
As our tongues became familiar with each other’s, she slipped her hand into my underwear and fondled my dick.
It was hard, and as she glided her soft hand up and down my length, I felt precum seeping from the head. I grabbed her wrists to halt her movement, and she pulled her mouth away from mine.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
“You want me to nut before we get started?”
“Oh, you’re a minute man?”
“A what? Noelani, don’t play with me. I let you talk shit all night because it was cute but now you coming for my manhood.”
“I didn’t—”
“Everything. Off. Now . . . Except the shoes. Keep ’em on.”
While she reached behind her to take off her bra, I pushed my underwear down, causing my dick to pop out. Her eyes widened, as if she wasn’t just rubbing on my shit. The condoms had fallen to the floor when she removed her bra, and I picked them up, tore one off, and tossed the other on the bed.
As she eased her panties over her hips and down her legs, I opened the condom and rolled it over my dick. Her panties finally fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving the heels on as I asked. I kneeled to pick them up and got a whiff of her sweet aroma, which made my mouth water.
With her panties in my hand, I stood while holding them to my nose. The crotch was soaked with her juices, and I couldn’t resist putting them in my mouth.
“Shit,” she whispered while squeezing her thighs together.
“You taste good. I might have to break my rule about eating pussy.”
She rolled her eyes and smacked her lips. “I’m naked. You happy now?” she questioned with both hands on her hips.
Ignoring her question, I asked, “You think you can handle this dick?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
She grabbed my hand and led me to an oversized chaise in the corner of her bedroom, directing me to sit down. I did, and my dick remained standing at attention.
“Alexa, turn off the lights.”
The room darkened in an instant, but it wasn’t pitch black because Noelani had a few pink night lights strategically placed. I took one of her hands in mine and helped her straddle me with four-inch heels still donning her feet.
When I released her hands, I caressed her breasts, lifting one of them to my mouth to savor for a moment before doing the same to the other.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her hands stroking the back of my neck.
While still using one hand to stimulate one of her nipples, I used the other to squeeze the front of her neck, keeping her in place while I smothered her mouth with mine. The more intense our kiss became, the harder I squeezed her neck and pinched her nipple.
My condom covered dick was pressed between her pussy and my stomach, and she began to grind in a circular motion like there was no tomorrow. Her nectar began to drip onto my balls and legs, and suddenly, she tore her mouth away from mine.
“Oh God! Shit. I’m cummin’!”
While she was at the height of her climax, I palmed and lifted her ass, then slammed her onto my erection. Her screams became louder as her pussy was stretched to make room for my dick.
“Ro-Rowdy, hold on,” she pleaded.
“Nah. You talked too much shit to be telling me to hold on. You begged me to ride this dick, so ride it.”
I released her and waited for her to do her thing. At first, I thought she was all talk and no action . . . but then, she surprised me.