Pleasuring Professor Pisces (BLP Signs of Love #9)

Prologue

EARLY JUNE

“I’d rather not exchange names or info,” I declared sweetly, stirring my fruity pink and red drink.

“That sounds like you’ve got plans for doing some exciting and adventurous shit on this vacation.”

“I’ve got plans for doing some one exciting and adventurous,” I replied with a tiny twist of my lips.

The man seated on the chair beside me had been striving to get my attention all weekend.

I had done an amazing job of giving him hope without giving in.

But my time was winding down, and tonight was the last night here.

I’d promised my sister, Primrose, that I would have fun and throw all my troubles into the ocean of forgetfulness.

I was on a mini vacation with my best friend, Chelsea; my older sister, Primrose; and her best friend, Whitney. We had spent the last three days on Sorrel Island, a little island off the coast of Georgia. It was just a short, two-hour flight from my home in Cherokee Springs, Georgia.

We had just ended the school year, and after all I had gone through these last couple of years, I was on the fence about whether I should return to work. As a result, my sister planned this mini vacation to boost my spirits.

Whitney was in her room, drunk off her ass.

My sister was attending to her, and my best friend, Chelsea, was dancing with some dreadlocked guy not too far away.

My sister and Whitney had been trying to set both Chelsea and me up all weekend.

They were both happily married, and Chelsea and I were single with no prospects in sight.

The man tilted his head slightly. “The island has adventure and excitement, and I’m sure you’ve had time to explore all of that.”

“I have.”

“How about you change your plans then?”

“For?”

“Something bold and strong.”

“Mm. I like the sound of that. Sounds tasty. Like a nice, good liquor.”

“Better than the finest Macallan, baby.”

“Oh. Are you willing to show me where I can find it?”

He stood and reached for my hand. I sipped the last of my drink, took his hand, and hopped off my stool. I caught a glimpse of Chelsea, and I waved at her as I pointed to the man behind his back and winked.

She smiled, gave me the thumbs-up sign, and returned her attention to her dance partner.

“Beautiful, all weekend, I’ve tried to get your name. You’ve conversed with me about everything under the sun, debated with me on gun laws, book bans, and college education. Yet, I still don’t know your name.”

I smiled, thought for three seconds, and then I replied. “Pisces.”

“Pisces? As in the fish?”

“One and the same.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“And yours?”

An easy, beautiful, white smile lit the features of his dark, sepia-toned face. His skin color was rich and hinted at Indian ancestry. He wore his hair short on the sides, and I could tell by the natural wave pattern of his hair that it was soft. I imagined plowing my fingers through it.

“Sig.”

“Sig?”

“Yes.”

“As in cigarette or Sig Sauer?”

“The gun.”

“Oh. Okay. Should I be scared?”

“The only thing you need to be scared of is if your neighbors will hear your screams.”

“Then maybe you should take me back to your place instead of mine,” I suggested as we came to the end of the sandy beach path.

We stepped up onto the sidewalk and hesitated. We could go left or right. My villa was to the left, and to the right were a stretch of condos that belonged to the resort we were staying at.

He turned to the right toward the condos, and I pulled my phone from my pocket. I checked my location to make sure that it was on, because all three ladies had my location, and I had theirs.

Within minutes, we were in his condo, and his mouth was secured to mine. Our hands moved strategically, yet pleasurably, over one another’s bodies, inciting fires and soothing aches.

He swallowed my moans, and I welcomed his grunts.

My nipples ached and begged to be sucked, and my core thrummed like a thousand drums in the African plains.

I pumped my hips, begging him to release what had been held hostage for so long.

When his lips moved from mine to my shoulder, I released a wail that could be heard from the Serengeti to the Sahel.

The way our bodies rhythmically moved as we undressed each other was like we had taken a trip back to the Motherland.

It had been four years since a man touched my body.

While I was no fool, thinking that whatever happened tonight would lead to a relationship, I did desire to take the edge off.

Choosing to be abstinent for the last four years had mentally healed me from the damage my soul had suffered at the hands of men in my earlier years.

Unfortunately, my psyche had taken a hell of a beating on my job for the last two years.

Tonight was all about submitting to the pleasure between a man and a woman. His hands roamed over my bare breasts, and he finally put me out of my misery by latching his mouth to my tender nipple.

“Ohh.” I moaned my satisfaction as I held his head closely to my breast. Long, tender fingers found their way between my thighs and stroked my pearl. I lifted my leg, and he hooked it over his arm. I was rewarded for my compliant attitude with two thick fingers inside of my swollen sex.

“Oh, damn,” I cried out.

“So sweet. Wonder if the rest of you tastes this good, baby girl,” he murmured, pulling away from my nipple to taste the other one.

“You won’t ever know until you take the plunge,” I replied breathlessly as I arched my back away from the cool wall.

“Gahdamn, woman. You shouldn’t tempt me like that. I’m a grown ass man, but you’re making me weak as hell.”

He lifted me into his large, powerful arms and carried me from the living area into the bedroom. I sank deep into the cool, plush covers on his bed, loving how the coolness of the room and the covers served to douse the fire in my body just a little.

It only lasted for a moment. I erupted with fire again when Sig spread my legs graciously before him.

“Your body’s so beautiful, baby girl,” he declared as he nipped at my inner thigh.

My hands grasped his head and pulled him closer. He turned his head sideways and muttered, “All in time, beautiful. All in time.”

Sig slowly kissed his way down my thigh, took my toes in his mouth, and then moved to the other foot and did the same. His freak-o-meter was a little higher than I was accustomed to, but it only made my arousal increase.

I was about to lose my mind as I quietly turned over the possibilities of whether he would consume my nectar or if he was simply teasing me.

It only took a few more seconds before my question was answered.

When his fingers slid across my swollen sex and he sucked my nectar from his fingers, I could tell that he was pleased.

His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas Day, and his lips turned up into a ferocious smirk, but then that tongue made an appearance.

The way that man worked his neck, tongue, and lips should have earned him a felonious assault. I had heard of men beating up the pussy, but not with their mouths. That was new to me.

“Aww damn!” I shouted as I ripped the covers from the corners of his bed. I knew that it wasn’t because it had been four years since I had sex. He was just that damn good.

His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading them further apart when I tried to clamp them around his head. I knew that they would be bruised in the morning, thanks to my light-colored skin.

I swore the more he sucked, the wetter I became. It was like he was suctioning juices from parts unknown. I had never leaked the way that I did underneath his verbal assault. And when I came apart on that bed like a brazen hussy, I knew the fun was just beginning.

He climbed on the bed with his big dick swinging. “Tell me what you want from me, Pisces.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me like you’re about to catch a case.”

He chuckled. “A case, love?”

“Yeah. Because I know with all that,” I stated and waved at his penis, “you should be charged for assault with a deadly weapon.”

“Promise you that it won’t kill you. But if it does, I’ll bring you back to life with this tongue of mine. How ’bout that?” he asked with a wink.

Oh shit. I was in trouble. The man had me squirting with words alone.

I tried to get my life together when he grabbed the condom from his wallet, but there simply wasn’t enough time. He snatched my hips to the edge of the bed, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and held my ass in his hands.

“What are you about to do to me?”

“Too late for ya li’l ass to be asking questions now. Shoulda thought about that shit before you disappeared with a stranger. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like a big girl.”

“Aww damn!” I screamed when he plowed straight through me. I would never be any good for another man again. This nigga was about to rip out my insides.

“Whatchu hollering for, baby girl? Didn’t you ask me to fuck you like I was ’bout to catch a case?” he asked as he pounded away inside of me.

The position allowed me to be fully open to him and give him full access to me. With my hips in the air, and my ass and back off the bed, I couldn’t move. Sig stood on the bed fucking me, and I was literally lying on the back of my head and my neck.

“Ohh shit! Ohhh shit!”

“You like this dick, Pisces?”

“I love this dick!” I screamed as tears slid from my eyes.

My heart pounded wildly inside my chest, and I low-key began to fear that I would have an anxiety attack in the middle of sex.

The anxiety stemmed from worrying that this man would give me a heart attack, and he would have to dial 911. That would be so embarrassing.

But all those thoughts flew from my mind as his thumb began to rub my clitoris, and he started slow stroking me.

He gradually lowered me back to the bed as he kneeled.

It wasn’t long before he flipped me onto my belly, with my face pushed into the pillows, my ass in the air, and his hands on my hips.

That man went to town on my ass, and I heard a low humming sound coming from him. When I glanced over my shoulders at him, I asked, “Is that?—”

“Hell yeah. Now turn around while I drill this ass, baby girl,” he ordered as he resumed singing 2 Live Crew’s song named after the position that I was currently in.

As ghetto, as hood, as ratchet as that was, it turned me on. I drove my face deeper into the pile of pillows, arched my back deeper, and spread my legs wider.

“That’s a good girl,” he replied and lost his damn mind again.

Our climax was thunderous and caused both of us to collapse on our backs.

We cleansed ourselves, grabbed a snack, and fell asleep.

He woke me again at two in the morning for another round of him feasting on my pussy and then nailing me to his mattress.

It happened again at five in the morning, and then again at eleven, just before I left his condo.

I walked out of there sore, bowlegged, and limping, but it felt so good.

The way that I figured, if it would be another four years until I had sex, at least I wanted it to be memorable.