Chapter Six
Edwin removed himself from her body slowly, but he still felt Janelle wince slightly. Jumping up, he walked into the bathroom, flushed the full condom and turned on the water in the large, free-standing, claw-footed tub. He had noticed the light tinge of blood on his condom and he knew that a nice hot sit would hopefully soothe whatever soreness she was sure to be feeling.
He strolled back into the bedroom and collected her in his arms.
“What's all this?” she asked, trying to act as if her lower half wasn't protesting in pain.
“You need to soak for a while. God knows I want to be able to fuck you later,” he chuckled. “I hope there’ll be a later,” he said as an afterthought as he lowered her into the hot water.
“Hm, I think there will be a lat–” Janelle's words cut off abruptly at the burning sensation that the hot water created as it came in contact with her rubbed raw flesh.
“I'm so sorry, but you said–”
“Oh, don't be sorry. I told you not to hold back, and it felt good. Are you getting in?” she inquired. She could see the battle going on in his mind as he considered getting in.
Edwin shrugged his shoulders and took up a seat behind her. This was a bit more intimate than he would have wanted, but he wasn't going to do anything to piss her off. The large white tub was big enough to fit both of them comfortably with her sitting between his open legs. She nestled back until her ass and back pressed against his semi-hard cock.
“None of that,” he warned.
“What? Are you worried about breaking me?” she teased, bringing her hand behind her to cup his balls.
“To be honest, I was surprised at how tight you are. I thought you were looser with all the stuff you do,” he responded as he laid his head back on the tub's rim.
“Yeah, I stick to the smaller dicks at the parties. Some of the men there can get a little excited, if you know what I mean.”
“I don't want you going to those things anymore,” he blurted out, surprising her.
He didn't have to see her face to know she was angry. The silence in the bathroom seemed to stretch out while he waited for her to respond to his wishes.
Why the hell should I care what she does? he thought, scolding himself for even saying it. Of course, he just told himself that he didn't want to share her with someone else, but whatever the reason, her being with another man pissed him off.
“Just try, please,” he sighed at last. He snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her body back, making it flush to his. It felt so calm being in the hot water with him. Relaxing, she let her eyes close.
*
He knew he should have gotten them out of the tub a least thirty minutes ago, but he had been too busy thinking to do so. He just continued to stare up at the popcorn sprayed ceiling with Janelle against him. But with the water growing colder by the minute and the loud sounds of her empty stomach, he knew he had delayed long enough.
“Jay, get up. We need to get out,” he stated as he shook her shoulder.
She awoke with a start, not realizing she had dozed off. She made a loud sound of protest at the temperature of the water before she pulled herself onto her feet. She moved fast at first and then, feeling the stiffness in her thighs, much slower. Her lower back to her inner thighs and everything in between was screaming with every slow, measured step she took.
“I'm hungry,” she whined as she toweled off in the bedroom, ignoring the one discomfort she couldn't do anything about and focusing on the one she could. He glanced over his shoulder as he bent over to retrieve his sweats.
“What's wrong? Why you looking like that?” he asked, questioning the frown on her face.
She hadn't even noticed she was looking at him funny. She had been taken aback again with his outrageously good looking body and the fact that he was covering it didn't sit well with her. Not caring what he thought, she told him what her frown was all about, which he laughed at and made pulling up his pants into a show.
“I thought it was called a strip tease, not a getting dressed tease,” she laughed.
The sound of her laughter startled him. It was the first time she had ever done that; an open, natural laugh. It transformed her entire face, making the scars on her cheek thin and soften as they stretched from her opened mouth. He liked it, he really did, which actually bothered him. Thankfully, his cell started to ring and vibrate, which broke into thoughts that he wasn't too keen on exploring at the moment. He had heard the phone chime a couple of times when they were in the bathroom.
It was as if a cold hand passed over Janelle but her shivering was from the expression that came over Edwin’s face. Instantly, his smile and teasing nature was gone. As if dark clouds had rolled in, he seemed to turn moody and distant. Even his breathing changed and his nostrils flared as he listened to his messages. She dropped the towel to put back on her underwear. Her movement seemed to bring him back and he started a bit as if he had completely forgotten she was there.
“Here, put this on,” he offered softly, handing her his shirt.
Janelle stumbled back and began to stutter as she declined. Her walking around the house in his large, tailored shirt after they had just fucked was just a little too much. It was like something out of a movie, not to mention unnecessary. This was her place.
Edwin opened the shirt and swung it over her shoulders, not taking her no for an answer.
“I wasn't giving you a choice. I want you to wear it,” he said, this time with a little force.
She just stood there, like a doll while he put her arms in and began to button it up. He took her arms, one at a time and rolled the sleeves up.
“Don't you have a call you have to return? She doesn't sound too happy with you, whoever she is,” Janelle asked, trying to speed things along.
“Oh, she's a bitch, alright. There, and now the true reason behind why I wanted you to wear my shirt,” he said in a husky voice as he slipped his hand into the unbuttoned part of the shirt to caress her left breast. “This way, I can touch those big, black nipples of yours and when you bend over, I see them.”
“Um, so you have a reason behind everything you do?”
“Of course, I do, Jay,” he replied before be placed a quick kiss on her lips. “Okay, you take care of your hair and I'll see to us eating.”
Janelle followed after him and walked back into the salon room. Just the fact that she was wearing his shirt was making her have so many conflicting emotions. With her every breath, she could smell Edwin.
You know this is all just a fantasy , she chided herself. But, I might as well enjoy it, right , she resolved with a smile as she set to wetting and putting her thick mane in Bantu knots. She was pleased with how her day was shaping up. Edwin was everything he boasted he would be and so much more , she thought as she felt the sharp pain deep within her center from their sexing. But she couldn't stop the tiny green-eyed monster of jealousy as her mind ran wild with wonder about that phone call he wanted to be alone to return.
It's just one of his bitches calling , she snorted as she put her water bottle down to start working on another knot. With a shrug, Janelle gave in to temptation and walked on tiptoes out the door and along the landing of the stairs. She crouched down to ensure he wouldn't see her there, eavesdropping on his conversation. She couldn't make out every word, but his actions while on the phone spoke volumes. His chiseled jaw was clenched and every now and then, he would touch his hand to his forehead in frustration.
Damn, why doesn’t he talk louder , she thought as she crawled a little further. At last, she was close enough to hear some words, but they were still not enough to clue her in on what was going on.
“Why the hell do you care what I'm doing? You never did in the past? It's none of your concern. I'll do things my way. Go fuck yourself!” he growled before he ended the call. But he wasn't done. Next, he dialed someone. She was taken aback when he started to speak in a different language.
“Japanese or Chinese?” she whispered. It didn't take her long to realize the difference in the calls though. Now he was relaxed; laughing, smiling, and waving his hand in excitement.
Well, I guess I won't be eating anytime soon , she thought with a frown as she crawled back toward the room. Janelle froze at the hard knock that echoed through the house. She rolled her eyes in panic at who it could be and the fact that she was dressed like this in Edwin's shirt. It would be okay if it were anyone other than her mother. She didn't want the woman getting giddy over her having Edwin over. It would just complicate things later.
“I'll get it!” she shouted out. She didn't want him opening the door in just his sweat pants. At the silhouette of the person on the other side of the door, she let out a quick, “Thank you, Jesus,” because it was just her Dad.
“Are you-” was all he was able to get out before he went slack jaw at the image of Janelle in Edwin's shirt. Like a sunrise, a big smile formed on his face. Clearing his throat, he asked, “I see. May I?” before walking past his daughter and into the house.
Clifton was beside himself. He didn't think the boy was going to be able to break through his daughter's defense, but from the look of things, he was in the home court. He glanced around the house until he caught sight of Edwin.
“Hello, son. I can see you two are doing just fine,” he said as he took in Edwin's state of undress. “When you didn't come back to the house last night, and neither one of you showed up at the office, I got worried. Now, I see you two were just, sleeping in,” he finished with a raised eyebrow.
Janelle just put her head down in shame. It was very clear that her father was happy to see that she and Edwin had been together.
Gaining her wits, she teased, “Yeah, we had a late night. He was going to cook something for us, but I don't smell any food.”
“Oh, I was thinking about that. Maybe you should do the cooking, seeing how I did all the work,” he said with a wicked smile. Edwin threw back his head in a fit of laughter at Janelle's shocked expression.
“I can't believe you just said that,” she said in mock anger.
He sprinted over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her close when she started for the stairs. She laughed and punched him hard in his ribs as punishment.
“Tell you what, let's go out for lunch, instead,” he offered.
“Yeah, but my hair. I-”
“Just brush out the back and leave the knots in the front. It'll look fine,” he suggested, shoving her toward the stairs.
She smiled to herself as she walked away. She knew she would be the subject of their conversation.
*
Both men followed her progress with their eyes and waited until they heard the door shut before they began to talk in hushed tones. But before Clifton opened his mouth to say too much, Edwin shook his head and gestured for the older man to follow him outside before they spoke. He wasn't leaving anything to chance.
Upon walking out into the hot South Florida sun, Clifton clapped his hand with glee. “You did it! I knew you would be the one. I just knew it!!”
“Well, your daughter can be difficult,” said Edwin, perturbed. Why was her father's overjoyed reaction to the seduction of his daughter making his stomach turn? This was the plan, after all. Maybe, it was the phone call that had him reacting strangely.
“Alright, so what next? Will you be breaking things off soon? Oh, of course you will. There's no need to drag things out,” said Clifton, matter-of-factly.
“Slow down now,” responded Edwin as he drug his fingers through his hair. “I'll be here a little while longer. I don't want to just drop her like that. You did say to make sure she would be better after I leave. If I do it too fast, it might make things worse for her,” he explained.
The fact that he even cared that deeply about the aftereffect was bugging the hell out of him. He needed a drink.
“You're right, dear boy...so right. We don't want that,” her father agreed. “Too bad this wasn't for real. I haven't seen my little girl this happy in a long time,” he sighed.
Shifting the topic, Edwin didn't want to dwell on those words. “I have an idea, something that would make her happy and prepare her for my leaving,” he smiled.
Chapter Seven
An hour and two whiskeys later did nothing to improve his mood. I need to drink more , he considered as he walked behind Janelle toward their table. Her light, bubbly attitude only served to make him feel even worse. But this is want he’d promised to do, right? Now that it had happened, he didn't know what to do. Half of him just wanted to finish it now, to just make it quick like ripping off a Band-Aid, while a big part of him wanted to stay and continue to partake of Janelle.
He hadn't even taken his seat before he asked the hostess for a drink.
“Don't let it bother you. I'm fine,” said Janelle lightly a while later as she glanced over the menu. At Edwin's blank stare, she continued. “I know they're talking about me. It could be a little weird for you, but I'm fine.”
He cast a quick glance around the room. He had been totally unaware of the other people that were dining in the large room. Most of the couples and families weren't even looking at their table, but there were a few that were whispering and even pointing in their direction. Of course, he had to excuse the kids that pointed and asked the adults about Janelle's face, but the adults that did it were just downright rude.
He hadn't even considered how she would be accepted. It was then that the fact registered to him that he no longer even noticed her face when he looked at her. No longer did he sneak glimpses at her when she wasn’t aware. No longer did his mind scream in protest over the gauntness of her profile. His heart began to sink as he thought about the taunting and looks she must get all the time from ignorant people that just didn't give a damn about her feelings. It must be upsetting and hurtful at times for her. No matter how hard she tried to act as if nothing bothered her, she was still human. And like all humans, she was aware.
“Well, aren't you arrogant? They might be looking at me and my good looks. It doesn't have always be about you, Jay,” he said sassily, trying to make light of the situation. He was awarded with another one of her open, carefree laughs that made his heart skip a beat. All was right in the world until the waiter came to the table to take their orders.
If she didn't notice, Edwin damn sure did. The man was outright staring at Janelle. He wore his feelings of shock, wonder, and even disgust on his sleeve. Even when Janelle wasn't addressing him, the man's eyes were on the scars. It took all his control to stay calm as he ordered his food and sent the man on his way.
“Ah, all those drinks are coming back to get me. I'll be right back,” he chuckled as he got up and walked back down through the large room of dining guests. He knew he couldn't do anything about the customers, but he would be damned if he had to deal with that motherfucker treating Janelle like an ugly freak.
His long strides helped him over take the unsuspected waiter before the guy disappeared into the kitchen. He waited until the man was away from the eyes and ears of the dinners before he pushed him through the door.
“What the fuck?!” the man blurted out, dropping his writing pad.
“What the fuck?! What the fuck?!” Edwin growled. “Let me tell you...the fact that my date has to deal with a rude ass motherfucker like you.” Edwin took hold of the man's shirt and pushed him back against the wall. The kitchen staff and the other employees came running over to assist their fellow co-worker.
“What's going on?” demanded a woman that was clearly the one in charge, judging from her business attire.
“I...I don't know. This man is crazy,” the man cried before Edwin covered his face with his hand and shoved his head against the freestanding refrigerator. The sound of his head hitting the object echoed throughout the kitchen. Other men moved in to tackle Edwin, but the manager shouted for them to stay put. The portly woman couldn't afford to have a full-out fight in the restaurant. That would mean police, employees hurt, the loss of money due to the place being closed, and probably a law suit.
“Sir, please. Please,” she begged. “Whatever the problem, I'm sure we can fix it.”
“The problem is that this dick is too dumb not to stare at people.”
“Stare?” she asked, confused.
Don't tell me this is some crazy jealous fool , she thought until the woman standing by her whispered the meaning behind his words in her ear.
“Oh,” she said, understanding now. She was up at the hostess desk when the pair had walked into the restaurant. But unlike her nonprofessional employees, she had smiled nicely and treated the young lady as if nothing was wrong with her face.
Now fully informed, she offered quickly, “I'm so sorry about this, sir. I can assign another waiter to your table and your meals, drinks...everything will be free.”
“No!” Edwin blurted out, turning to look at the woman for the first time. He really wished the man would have put up more of a fight. He was in a bad mood and having someone's ass to kick might have helped it a bit. Sighing, he let go of the man and ran his hand across his face, frustrated.
“No, not a different waiter, but the same one. I don't want my date to know or feel bad with a different waiter. But, you better make her feel as if she's the best damn thing since cotton candy. And I'll pay for our meals,” he said before he walked out of the kitchen, this time going to the bathroom.
“That fucking bitch! This was all her fault,” he mumbled under his breath. She was the one that had put him on his current course. If she would have just keep her goddamn mouth shut and stayed out of his life, he would have been fine.
By the time he had calmed down enough to return to the table, Janelle was receiving their drinks. The closer he got, he could hear her talking and chuckling about something that the new and improved waiter was saying. He slid back into his chair with a brilliant smile on his handsome face as if he hadn’t just roughed the man up.
“Oh, what's this?” he asked, pointing to the fresh, warm bread and dipping sauce on the plate between them on the table.
“Well, your girlfriend was asking about the appetizer that the table over there was eating. So, I brought her out a sample,” the waiter responded cheerfully.
“This isn't a sample. It’s way too big,” said Janelle.
“Don't worry about it. What the boss doesn't know won't hurt her,” the server said with a wink before he left.
Shrugging, Janelle scooped the bread into the sauce. “That was so sweet of him. That's the way to get a good tip.”
Edwin just rolled his eyes in response. He took note of the fact that he did nothing to correct the young man about assuming they were a couple.
“I thought you were paying me back for ditching you before. You were gone for a really long time.”
“Things got kinda hairy, but I'm alright,” he answered, pushing his whiskey to the side and choosing to sip the water instead. He needed to stay calm and the liquor was only exaggerating his already raw emotions.
“I hope you aren't sick,” she seriously stated.
“Why?”
“Cuz the soreness is all but gone, and I'm feeling much better now,” she whispered under hooded lashes.
And just like that, the sun came out and Edwin's mood changed for the better.
“How was the sample? Would you like more,” the waiter asked as he removed the empty plate.
“No, but can you make our orders to go? Something just came up,” Edwin said slyly.
They both laughed and tried to keep things light for the next thirty-five minutes as they waited for their food to be cooked, packaged and delivered to their table so they could leave, but both of them were two horny balls of energy. Janelle couldn't keep her eyes from returning to his full lips and his strong hands. Images of his mouth licking her pussy and his fingers stroking the inside of her body was making it very hard for her to behave in the room full of strangers. She crossed her legs and shifted her weight in the chair as an attempt to quiet the throbbing in her cunt. She had no doubt that he knew what was happening to her. The way his blue eyes were caressing her body with a promise of what was to come and his secret smile was proof enough.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Nowhere, Jay,” he answered as he switched chairs to sit next to her. He turned to face her, leaned over and kissed her. “I so wished you would have worn a dress,” he confessed in a low voice with his wet lips to her ear. He felt her shiver. “Then I could have put my fingers in your pussy under the table.”
The thought for fucking in public was such a turn on for her, even if it was just talk.
“Lucky for us, you don't require a skirt,” she moaned, glancing down at his crotch. She reached her hand down and rubbed the bulge that was straining his pants.
“You bitch,” he hissed.
“I'll let you make me your bitch.”
Edwin pinned her with his hot blue gaze. He let out a startled gasp when she leaned in and instead of kissing him, she slowly licked his mouth. He stood up with so swiftly that he sent the wooden chair flying backwards unto the floor. Without another word, he grabbed her hand, pulled out his wallet, placed a crisp fifty-dollar bill on the table, and started heading for the door.
“Tell the manager to give our meals away to the homeless couple across the street,” he instructed the hostess as he pulled Janelle out the door. “Where did we park?” he asked in a hurry.
Janelle pointed to the all-black sports car and handed him the keys.
“I don't know why you enjoy pushing me,” he asked huskily as he opened the door for her to get in.
“You haven't seen nothing yet.” Getting on her tiptoes, she kissed him in the bright sun. Her kiss was hungry as she raped his mouth with her skillful tongue.
“You want me to fuck you here, in the car?”
“If you want to…”
“What I want is for you to get in the damn car,” he answered, trying not to lose his self-control.
Like an obedient girl, Janelle got in the car and sat quietly as he drove out of the parking lot and turned into traffic. But she was nowhere near ready to stop the foreplay. She kicked off her sandals.
“Do you know that it’s almost impossible to see through my car windows?”
Edwin almost swerved at the sight of Janelle unbuckling her skinny jeans. His eyes darted back and forth from the road to her as she first slid out of her pants and then her shirt. She reached over between the side of the chair and the car door and pulled the lever to let her seat back. The matching pink lace bra and panties created both a perfect contrast against her dark skin and a perfect sensual picture.
She took his hand off the stick shift and placed it on her upper thigh. “Touch my pussy,” she begged.
He didn't know how he was going to accomplish fondling her and driving without crashing, but he was willing to give it a try. He could feel the heat that her pussy was giving off as he brought his hand closer. She opened her legs wide to give his large hand access. He cupped her cunt and rubbed it.
“I need my hand to switch gears,” he said finally as the car approached the red light, causing him to down shift.
“You're right. You do need both hands. So…” She trailed off. Janelle leaned up, reached over, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his large, thick dick. She paused for a second to trace one of the veins on his cock before she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
“Shit!” Edwin moaned as he took his foot off the clutch and put the car into motion. He slid farther down in the chair to give himself room to thrust up into her wet, hot mouth. After he shifted the car into its last gear, he placed his hand on the back of her head to help guide her head down. He moaned and fought back the urge to close his eyes at the feel of the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat.
“Your dick is so big. I don't think I can take it all, but I'll try,” she promised breathlessly before she opened her mouth as wide as it could go and brought her head back down.
“Oh, God, Jay, don't...don't do that. Fuck!”
He clutched the wheel with white knuckles and stuttered as she gagged on his dick. The sensation of her throat contracting and the wet saliva running down his cock was like heaven to him. The traffic on A1-A along the beach had thinned out and he flew down the highway. The cold fact that it would take them another twenty minutes in traffic to reach her house wasn't sitting well with him.
Making a split-second decision, he made a hard left and drove up into the driveway of a spacious home on the beach that had a 'For Rent' sign posted in the grass. The large gate and the huge low-hanging plants and trees created a dark shadow over the already dark car, hiding it.
He glanced quickly around the front of the vacant house to ensure that no one was there before he shut off the engine.
“Get out,” he said in a strained voice. The car was too small for what he was going to do.
Janelle's head came up. She looked around, startled, and she jumped when her door swung open.
“Out…I said out...come on,” he commanded. He took hold of her arm, pulling her from the car in nothing but her bra and underwear.
She couldn't have been more willing at that second. Not caring, he walked her to the back of the sports car, bent her over and moved her panties to the side. He then picked up her leg and shoved his dick into her juicy cunt. They both let out moans of pleasure at be joined once again.
“I can't believe you can drive me to this,” he said as he rotated his hips, pushing himself the last few inches into her pussy. She felt so full, his big cock was stretching her flesh to new limits.
“I love the way you feel…Oh God, it’s so good,” she panted.
“Just wait...It'll get better. I promise,” he declared. He leaned back up and started to move with a force that caused the small car to rock. He knew she could take it. He knew she would welcome his almost punishing rhythm and deep thrusts. Even now he could feel her pussy getting wetter with excitement as he as fucked her.
“That's it, Jay…You can take it. Oh, God it’s so fucking tight. Drown my balls with your hot cum,” he moaned.