Chapter 7
Night had fallen, and we ended up at Campus Martius Park.
There was festive lighting and people all around, dancing to the band playing.
There was a woman singing “Square Biz” by the late Teena Marie as my head swayed to the beat.
The whole thing was a vibe, and dancing had always been my favorite pastime.
This sexy ass corporate boss was making me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I didn’t excuse the fact that he ceased the opportunity to make me think I was on call today just to take me on a date.
I was skeptical at first, but his plan to keep this professional at the office while secretly courting me outside of Aromatique made things a little easier, but not all the way.
I was still afraid it would get out that we were dating, but he was right.
Fuck what people thought. I just didn’t want my name in strangers’ mouths, because I wouldn’t hesitate to check someone.
Jen had called me several times. How quickly I had forgotten that we were supposed to hang out this weekend.
Avery averted my damn plans, but I didn’t mind.
Everything he said he wanted to do to me, I wanted him to do.
It had been a long six months since I felt a hard body on top of mine, and Avery’s body was beautiful from what I could tell.
He wore all white and managed to not get one stain on him.
The fitted slacks and shirt left little to my growing imagination below his waist. He wore teal suede dress shoes with a teal tie that he shedded once we pulled inside a parking lot.
We held hands and walked to the park and were now heading to the makeshift bar they had inside.
“What would you like to drink?”
I smiled. “Strawberry margarita.”
He nodded. “Got you.” We waited in line, then he placed our orders. Once we received our drinks, we found a table and continued talking—mainly about our childhoods—and before I knew it, I was on my third glass and feeling nice.
“I love this song,” I said, rocking my body to “Best Of Me” by Anthony Hamilton.
“You want to dance?”
“Sure,” I replied as he stood, offering me his hand. I took it, and he led me to the center of the park where people were dancing and having a good time. He spun me around as I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“. . . Let’s stay for a while and play. Such a beautiful woman.” Avery sang as I laughed.
“I’m pretty sure he said such a beautiful moment,” I corrected.
“I know what he said. I made up my own lyrics since I’m standing in front of one.
” I smiled then kissed his lips. When I felt his tongue slither across my lips, I captured it, kissing him slowly.
I felt his arms tighten around my waist, pulling me in closer, and my fingers raked over the nape of his neck.
I could feel the fire blazing through me in our heated kiss.
“I want you so bad, Ms. Grant. How spontaneous are you?” he whispered against my lips.
I knew it was the drinks that had me boldly tonguing this beautiful man down, and also because I had been wanting to kiss him again since our first time. Him asking me about spontaneity heightened my curious mind.
Should I do this? How will this end? Would things be awkward after?
Fuck it, Layne. You need some dick, and this fine ass nigga is basically serving it to you on a platter.
I pulled away. “I want to go.”
“My house is fifteen minutes away.” I pulled away from him and took his hand. He smiled and led me out of the park and back to the truck, speeding off down the road.
The lights were dim as Maxwell played softly in the background. I lay sprawled across Avery’s bed, completely naked.
Aroused.
Ready.
Avery was on his knees in front of me, eyes boring into mine with animalistic desire as a moan released from my lips from his lips latching on to my big toe.
“Avery,” I said in an airy tone.
“Yes, baby.”
“I need you.”
“What you need from me, baby? Tell me.” My eyes met his hungry ones. I was never one to be vocal in the bedroom, because I was always too shy. I swallowed deeply as I forced myself to tell him what I needed.
“I need—mmm.” His hand crept up my thigh and thumb pressed against my clitoris then rotated. My stomach sank and breathing picked up while he continued to suck my toes. I’d never had anyone suck my toes before.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell your man what you need.”
“I need you to make me cum, please?”
He chuckled. “You’re so fucking cute, baby. Asking so nicely.” My palms covered my face, and he removed them. Leaning over me, he kissed my lips. “Don’t be shy. You can demand anything you want from me. You ain’t gotta ask me shit, mama. Tell me whatever you desire. Okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He winked then lowered his head to my breasts and began sucking them. His tongue made a trail down my abdomen, then without warning, his lips latched on to my pearl.
“Oh, God, yes!” I screamed as if he was killing me.
He chuckled a bit before continuing to assault me with his tongue.
The way he ate me, I knew this was something he had to have wanted to do for quite some time.
After three days of knowing him, I was now at his mercy.
Moments later, I felt myself climaxing and him still sucking and licking away.
“Averyyyy,” I cried out, pushing his head away. He finally lifted and smirked at me. I pulled him to me, kissed his lips as I rolled him over, and straddled him. His palms rested on my ass and squeezed it.
“Condom?” I asked. He lifted, still holding on to me, and reached in his nightstand, pulling one out.
I took it from him. “Allow me.” I slid down until I reached his briefs.
I kind of expected him to be packing, and when I pulled his briefs down, I was met with the prettiest dick I’d ever seen.
It was long, brown, had girth, and veiny.
The head was a little lighter than his shaft and curved to the left.
My mouth salivated, and I let some of it drip onto the head.
“Shit, Layne. That’s sexy as fuck, baby.” I smiled inside then lowered my head and begin to blow his mind. The one thing my ex did teach me was how to give a good blowjob. At least the cheating bastard was good for something.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Shit!” The amount of curse words that left his mouth let me know that I was doing a good job.
I felt triumphant.
Empowered.
After a few more strokes of my mouth, he pulled my head up. “I need to feel you, Layne. Put that motherfucka on.” I did as he asked, and he checked the condom before I bestraddled his lap and slid down on it slowly.
“Mmm, baby,” I moaned, trying to adjust to his girth. Apparently, I was taking too long because he grabbed my hips and slammed me down on it. “Ahhh!” I screamed.
“Don’t play with it, beautiful. Show out on it.
” I waited a moment before my hips activated, and I began riding him slowly.
“Gahdamn, mama.” I could see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, which gave me the confidence I needed to take it a step further and plant my feet on the bed and bounce.
Avery grabbed my hips to help steady me as perspiration began to form on my heated skin.
When his thumb went to my clit again, I lost it.
“Shiiit, Avery!” I yelled as I came again.
“Mmhm, cum on your dick, baby. Pretty ass. That pussy talking to me.”
“Mmmm, what’s she saying?”
“Put a ring on it.” We laughed as he flipped me over, still planted inside of me.
He kissed me passionately while he delivered slow strokes that had me almost in tears.
Sex was good with Vic, but Avery proved to be the better lover.
He was taking his time with me and being sure that I was taken care of, and I loved that.
We fucked and made love for hours, stopping in between sessions to eat, drink water, talk, and eventually, sleep. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but all I knew was that this introverted, closed off, mean, genuine, nice, loving Sagittarius was now my guilty pleasure.