CHAPTER 7
I resigned myself to an early night, removing my jewellery, dress and bra and climbing into bed in just my micro g-string.
I answered Joe's texts, abruptly, then switched my mobile to silent and set it beside my bed.
I slipped my hand into my underwear and gave myself the gentlest of touches as I thought about DeShaun.
He liked me too.
I just had to finish things with Joe first. There'd be consequences in the media. I'd faced intrusion and criticism before. It'd blow over. Eventually.
While I pinned some hopes on Kyle taking charge of the team against Elgin City the following day. If we won, it'd make dismissing Joe just a little more logical.
My mobile lit up the room.
I ignored it, sure it'd be Joe ranting about my latest ignorant behaviour.
The light finally dimmed.
No touch I gave myself could ever do DeShaun's justice. It was so unfair to think of him on the floor above. So near, yet so far.
The landline in the room rang. I hadn't given Joe my room number. Would reception really give out that information?
“Hello?” I said, giving in to my curiosity.
“It's me,” he said.
My heart started to race.
“I just had a shower.”
“Okay...?”
He cleared his throat. “Sasha... D'you wanna come up?”
I'd spent ten minutes on my make-up, another ten on my hair and almost five full minutes to make sure I hadn't a single crease on my emerald green dress or my stockings. Then I'd sprayed almost all of what little perfume I had left in my purse to complete my presentation.
I stood nervously on my high-heels at the door to his room and gently knocked. Then I waited. It felt like forever. I started to wonder as much as worry. What if he'd changed his mind? What if somehow this had been a test, to see how honourable (or dishonourable) I truly was?
The door clicked, then opened.
I could feel my lower lip tremble as he stared down at me, clothed in a t-shirt and jeans.
“I didn't think you were coming,” he said.
I leaned one heel back, pointing my toes upwards. “I had to get ready.”
DeShaun leaned forward, checking the corridor. “Come in.”
I ducked under his outstretched arm on the door and stepped into his room, finding the lights already dimmed.
He shut the door behind me. “You look stunning.”
“Thanks... These are the only clothes I have with me... I didn't have time to pack.” I didn't want to get into the why, or from whom I'd been in a rush to escape. This was no time to remind him of Joe.
He grinned as he looked at my legs, knowing I was wearing my stockings for him.
I noticed he had a drink, a scotch, beside his bed. “May I have one too?” I asked.
DeShaun strode over to his drink, dipped his finger in it, then came back to me.
I felt giddy as he brushed his fingertip across my lips.
“Are these really the only clothes you have with you?” he asked.
I nodded.
He returned to the cabinet beside his bed, pulled out the top drawer and removed something. “Not the only item of clothing, Sasha.”
I gulped as he held up my pink panties.
“I found these in my locker today.”
“Oh my God.” I could feel my face redden with embarrassment, yet I was secretly delighted he had them.
“I could give these back to you.”
I reached out to take them from him.
DeShaun pulled them away.
“You're teasing me,” I said.
“I don't want you to wear them, Sasha... I don't want you to wear anything.”
My chest inflated as I snatched the deepest of breaths. “Are you sure this is what you want, DeShaun?”
“I'm certain...” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Get naked for me.”
I tried to mask my reluctance, and turned my back to him. I held my hair to one side over my shoulder. “Could you unzip me?”
He didn't need to stand, easily reaching my zip and lowering it to the bottom.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice still nervous. I shimmied my dress down my upper body. It dropped easily to my hips. I reached inside, helping drag it past my rear.
He groaned as he saw my ass in my micro g-string.
I let my dress fall my ankles, then stepped out of it and turned to him in my bra, stockings, suspenders and heels. “Do you like what you see?”
“I do, Sasha.” He gazed at my crotch, my clitty clothed in the tiniest fabric of black lace. “But I want you naked.”
I felt intimidated, yet aroused. I pushed through my nerves and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, releasing my pert boobs from their prison.
He gazed lustfully at my nipples.
I felt so exposed, yet safe. I wanted him to see me this way. Only him.
He moaned his approval.
I unclasped my stockings from my suspenders, then rolled them off my legs. I removed my suspender belt too, setting everything in a neat pile.
He gazed again at my crotch.
“You want me to take off everything?” I asked.
“Everything, Sasha.”
I looked at his scotch, longing for the courage alcohol would give me.
“You don't need that,” he said. “It's just me here.”
“I know.” I nodded. “I'm just nervous.”
“Sasha, I want you more than you know.” He smiled. “Don't be nervous, I've seen her before after all.”
I blushed. “DeShaun!”
He giggled. “Take your panties off, Sash.”
I somehow found the strength to focus my eyes solely on his. “Yes, sir.” I dug my thumbs into the waistband of my g-string and slipped it off.
DeShaun broke his gaze from eyes, taking it to my crotch. “Wow... Even more beautiful than I remember.”
I stood naked before him, waiting for instruction on what to do next.
He kept staring at my body.
I couldn't remember ever feeling so naked before any man before, not even when I'd modelled in front of strangers. “What would you like me to do now?”
His eyes roamed my body. “Bring me my scotch.”
I nodded, then retrieved his drink and set it in his hand.
He watched me as he downed it all, then returned the glass to me.
I set it back beside his bed.
“Come sit with me,” he said.
I walked around the front of him, then sat beside him. I was unsure of what to do, where to put my hands or whether to cross my legs or not. What did I do to make the best impression on this wonderful man?
“No, Sasha, not beside me.” He slipped one arm behind my back, then the other under my legs, and lifted me up onto his lap.
I was sat facing sideways on him, my legs uncrossed but together.
He stroked my spine with the whites of the fingers of one hand, his touch electrifying, and caressed the soft skin of my legs with the other. “You're beautiful.”
I turned my face to his. “Thank you.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“You're okay with what's happening?”
“So long as you are, DeShaun... You are, aren't you?”
He eased my legs apart. “Yes, Sasha.” Then he leaned his lips to mine.
I opened my mouth to take his tongue inside, and instantly tasted the scotch on his breath. I hesitated, worried he'd had more than I realised and that his actions were fuelled by alcohol. I was swept suddenly into his passion as he kissed me with vigour.
He stroked under my sex.
I whimpered, surrendering myself to his touch.
DeShaun juggled my she-testes in his palm.
My sex languished over his wrist, until she started to grow. Exponentially. I couldn't contain her, as his tongue prodded the inside of my mouth.
His fingers on my back traversed from my lower spine to my pert buttocks, propped up on his leg. He lovingly explored them, stroking them, squeezing them and even seizing them.
I tried to kiss him back deeper, eager to show him the affection he was showing me.
He released my she-balls.
I gasped into his mouth, as he took hold of my hardened sex.
He slid his palm down to the base, pinning my groin with the heel of his right hand, while he pressed into the cheeks of my rear with his left.
I felt controlled, yet equally adored, and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling his lips harder on mine.
DeShaun manipulated my body, front and rear, rocking my clitty into the most magnificent of masturbatory motions.
I was close to delirium already, and murmured my pleasurable moans.
He easily silenced them between his lips.
I let go of my grip around his neck, then took hold of his t-shirt. I wanted him to get naked too, and started to pull at it, dragging it up from his taut, muscular stomach and back.
He had to remove his hands from my sex and rear to lift his arms in the air.
I hauled his t-shirt over his head and off his body. “I want you so much,” I whispered, and planted my lips firmly on his again as I started to explore his flesh with my fingers.
He grabbed my sex again.
I groaned so loudly I was unable to concentrate on kissing him and accidentally broke my lips from his.
DeShaun grinned. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I insisted, then tried to twist my body more to face his.
“Let me help you, Sasha.” He lifted my right leg over himself and set it to his left side, while my left leg went alongside his right.
I was face-to-face with him, legs parted. “That's better.” I leaned back to study his dark, athletic skin. “You're an Adonis, DeShaun.”
He laughed. “The black Adonis?”
I smiled. My black Adonis.
He took hold of my sex again and gently pumped her.
“Oh my God, why are you so good to me down there?”
“I want to be good to you everywhere, Sasha.”
I ran my fingernails down his chest, careful not to hurt him, until I reached his belt buckle. “Do you know how long I've waited to see what's under here?”
He squeezed my clit. “How d'you know I'm gonna let you see it now?”
I raced to undo his belt, flopping it open, then tearing it free from his jeans.
He laughed again.
My legs started to shudder. I instinctively clasped his sides with the insides of my knees. “Slow down,” I said quietly. “I don't want to cum so quickly.”
He eased his movements.
I moaned my approval, then undid the sole button of his jeans and unzipped his fly.
DeShaun lifted himself off the bed so he could lower his jeans to his ankles.
As he kicked them off, I stared lustfully down at the outline of his package in his boxer shorts. “May I?”
“May you what, Sasha?”
I was naked with my sex in this handsome man's hand and yet still he could make me blush time and time again. “You know what.”
“Say it,” he commanded.