11. Vonnie
Marshawn grabbed my hand and whisked me over to his car like lightning.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. As bad as I had been lusting for him, never did I ever think anything would come of it.
Once we made it to the car, he tore out of the parking spot and down the street.
I had no idea where we were going. Although I was the only member of the crew staying in the crew’s quarters, I wasn’t sure if Marshawn wanted to be caught in Gia’s and my shared living space.
I didn’t worry myself with the minor details as I mentally prepared myself for everything Marshawn had to offer.
After a short drive, we pulled up to a gate.
Marshawn leaned out the window and punched in a code before leaning back into his seat and watching the gate creak open.
We drove down a street before turning and stopping at the lone house in the center of a cul-de-sac.
Once Marshawn parked, I realized that this was where he was staying.
It was a bit of an upgrade from where I had been put up, but I wasn’t complaining.
He didn’t waste any time getting out of the car and jogging around to grab my door handle just as I was opening it.
Marshawn helped me to my feet with one hand and swept my hair back from my face with the other.
His full lips crashed into mine again as he swept me up from the ground, holding his forearm under my knees to steady me.
With long strides, he carried me to the door.
“You don’t know how bad I want you,” he muttered as he pulled from our kiss long enough to open the door and carry us inside.
Once we were in the house, Marshawn put me on my feet.
Our lips found each other again in the dark room.
Marshawn’s lips moved down my neck as he swept the straps of my dress down my shoulders.
I hissed as he swirled his warm tongue around my nipple before gently latching on.
My fingers swept from his neck to the thick wefts of waves covering his head.
I clenched my thighs together as moisture leaked from my core.
I whimpered aloud as his skilled tongue danced across my skin.
He stood to his full height, and I was in the air again, wrapping my legs around him as he carried me from the living room and sat me down on a bed.
In the darkness, I saw him lean in for another kiss.
“Can I… I need something to drink,” I blurted out just before our lips connected.
“Cool.” Marshawn stood and exited the room, hitting the light switch to illuminate the room on his way out.
The light seemed to send my shattered nerves into overdrive.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I really liked Marshawn, and I wanted nothing more than to go to the next level for him.
What would that mean for my career, though?
Everyone kept saying that he didn’t mix business with pleasure, so what were we doing?
I forced a smile when he walked back into the room carrying two bottles of water.
“Thank you,” I mumbled as I accepted mine. I hadn’t been nervous about having sex since the first time, but my hands literally trembled as I held the bottle of water.
His eyes did a quick sweep of my face, carefully studying my features before he spoke. “You know what? It’s late. I’m gonna take you home.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s late. Let me just use the bathroom,” he said, not bothering to give me a chance to protest.
As soon as Marshawn disappeared behind the bathroom door, I heard the sink come on.
I cracked the bottle of water open and finished it in a few quick gulps.
My nerves were getting the best of me, and I knew Marshawn could tell.
I wasn’t nervous about having sex with him.
I was nervous about what would come in the morning.
He had sensed my apprehension and shut down.
Over five minutes passed, and he had yet to emerge from the bathroom. I recapped the empty water bottle and placed it on the nightstand before standing and walking over to the bathroom door. I needed to check on him.
After knocking on the door, I waited for a beat before speaking. “Hey… Are you good?”
He didn’t answer immediately, but as I parted my lips to speak again, he turned the water off.
“Uh, yeah… I’m good. Just give me a minute.”
“Can I come in?”
It was just a guess, but something told me he wasn’t using the bathroom.
The door creaked open in time for me to see him walking back over and leaning against the sink.
Marshawn folded his arms across his chest as I walked over and stood between his parted thighs.
Once I was in front of him, I looked up, studying his face the same way he had done me.
“Talk to me.”
“Nothing… I’m just trying to get myself together so I can take you home.”
“What happened? Did I do something?”
“Nah, you didn’t do anything at all. It’s me.”
“Is it the business thing?”
“More or less. I don’t want you to feel pressured to sleep with me to keep your job. I don’t want you to feel like this is something you have to do. I’m kicking myself for even bringing you here. I don’t do this… I’ve never done this.”
“What if I don’t want to go?”
“Vonnie, I’m not going to fire you if you don’t want to fuck me. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried about that. I want you.”
“It’s cool, Vonnie. I know you’ve had a couple of drinks. I just got carried away. I’m in here trying to make myself let you leave without thinking this is something you have to do. As bad as I want you, I’m taking you home.”
“Shawn, I’m an adult. I can make rational decisions off two fucking margaritas.
I know what I want. I want this… I want you,” I said, moving forward and brushing my hand against the massive bulge in his jeans.
“It’s cool if you don’t want to mix business and pleasure.
I get it. I’m just saying… Don’t try to say it’s on me if nothing happens because I want it just as bad as you clearly do. ”
“You’re right. I feel like a hypocrite for hollering, ‘I don’t mix business with pleasure’ then bringing you home tonight.
It’s not hard to see I want you bad as fuck.
I’ve been wanting you for a while. If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.
I don’t mix business with pleasure, but you make me want to make an exception.
I want to mix who I am with whatever you have to offer.
I just know the nature of the beast I know shit can get messy.
I might be able to withstand the criticism that comes along with people finding out.
Things are different for women, Vonnie. I don’t want my hunger for you to ruin your career before it even starts. ”
I heard Marshawn’s words, and although he had a point, that didn’t stop my fingers from navigating their way to the waistband of his jeans.
I had fought tooth and nail against my desire for him, but if the only thing standing between us were opinions, then I didn’t give a damn.
As long as I could keep my job, I wasn’t worried about what anyone else thought.
It’s not like they could say I got my job by sleeping with the director. We didn’t meet until I got here.
Even if people did start talking crazy when and if they found out about Marshawn and me having sex, it was the least of my concerns.
People were prone to talk. They only talked about things they cared about.
If a bit of gossip was all I had to worry about, then I was going to make sure it was well worth the sacrifice.
Marshawn put up little resistance as I shoved his jeans down over his ass.
My mouth watered as his dick sprang to life right before my eyes.
All that time, Bush was looking for weapons of mass destruction, and this man had one cocked and loaded swinging between his thighs.
The corners of my mouth lifted into a wicked grin as I took him into both hands.
The weight of his massive erection made both my mouth and pussy salivate in anticipation as I dropped to my knees.
I parted my lips, wetting them before letting them swipe around the perimeter of his blossoming mushroom.
Without warning, I took his dick down my throat, satisfied when it hit the back with no consequence.
“Shit,” Marshawn whispered, dropping his hands to the edges of the counter.
The guttural grunts that followed showed that he was impressed.
With no gag reflex, I could take the length of him down easily.
Picking up the tempo, I lifted my eyes to his to gauge just how much he was enjoying my display of affection.
Knitted brows framed the dark eyes that bore into me like daggers as I devoured him over and over and over again.
I was insatiable when it came to him. Saliva dripped from my mouth, trickling down my neck and pooling in my cleavage.
Marshawn’s thighs were soaked, but I continued to bob my head up and down, taking him down my throat in his entirety before almost pulling him all the way out of my mouth then sucking him back in again.
Marshawn’s face continued to contort until it looked as if he would cry.
Instead, his body lifted from the counter as he fisted my hair with both hands.
He was relentless as he pumped into my mouth, assisting me with the task of sapping him of every ounce of sustenance.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back.
My quest to taste his essence was just as relentless as his mission to achieve pleasure.
I leaned forward, following him to the dead end of the counter behind him.
The agony in the whimpers that escaped through his lips almost sent me into an orgasm.
“Why the hell are you doing this to me, Evonne? Fuck…”
I didn’t have to respond. We both knew my answer.