King's Pleasure (4 page)

“Don’t tell me you ain’t gonna make a move.” Dylan laughed. “I’ve never known you to turn down a challenge.”

Jeremy cut an annoyed look over his way. “Then you know that I’m not going to start tonight.” He twisted his head back toward the floor. “A hunter needs to study his prey before he makes a move.” However, it only took a few seconds for some major action to start happening along the seams of his pants.

His gaze performed another slow drag down her long neck, graceful shoulders and incredibly perky and very real breasts. Every inch of this woman’s body was a work of art. Flat stomach, small waist and an ass he wouldn’t mind spending time bouncing quarters off—or just bouncing off it himself.

That brought a smile to his face.

“She’s got to be an actress. Please say she’s an actress. I’ll make her a star,” Dylan promised.

“Calm down, Lassie,” Jeremy said. “Your bone is showing.”

Dylan glanced down and finally zipped up his pants, but not before peeking into Jeremy’s lap. “Looks like mine isn’t the only one. You might want to hit that with a hammer before you think about standing up.”

Jeremy chuckled, tossed back his drink and then stood up. “Stop hating on the pipes, man, and carry your ass on back to the minor leagues. I got this.”

“P
romiscuous” bumped from the DJ’s speakers and put Leigh Matthews’s body into a trance. A good beat always had that effect on her. And tonight she needed the music to mentally take her to another place.

The men that stepped up to her trying to impress her failed to do just that—mainly because men were the last thing she wanted to deal with. In all honesty, she was sick of the games and the lies. Sure, she got a kick out of it when men approached her and tried to get their bump and grind on. But it never took them long to realize that she wasn’t interested in taking it any further than that. As quick as they rolled up on her, they got dismissed.

Still, there was a certain satisfaction watching them lose their cool when she got her hips dipping and rolling and her ass popping and backing up. She didn’t mind them fantasizing and spitting weak game in her ear. It was good to know that she still had it like that. Lord knew DeShawn had stopped appreciating her and started taking her for granted.

How much longer was she going to put up with it? How much longer was just being his
good
girl—the one he always relied on to welcome him back with open arms—going to last?

Hell, did she even love him anymore?

Eyes closed, Leigh allowed herself to become one with the music. Her limbs flowed with the melody, while her hips rocked to the hard-driving bass. It wasn’t long before she was turning herself on. She rolled her hands across the top of her chest, then let them flow over her breasts, glide down her hard-earned abs, and then rolled over her hips.

Soon, she forgot about the number of men crowding her space, trying to rock a two-step or the whack-ass “lean back” that didn’t require them to even move their feet. Seriously, if you can’t keep up, then step the hell aside. Not until she could feel the first beads of sweat rolling down her face did she flutter her long lashes open. When she did the sexiest pair of eyes she’d ever seen watched her from across the room.

Dark.

Chocolate.

Hypnotic.

Everything from her toes to her nipples tingled, especially when her gaze expanded to take in the magnificent specimen those eyes belonged to.
Good Lord. Am I dreaming?
The man was as solid as an African warrior ready to wrestle a lion with his bare hands. The thought of wrestling with him butt-naked with a bottle of baby oil crossed her mind, and then a heat wave flushed her entire body. Maybe tonight she didn’t have to be such a good girl.

Judging by the look in his eyes, her mysterious stranger was thinking the same thing. The question now was what type of games were they going to play before they answered the call of their bodies?

Their gazes still locked from across the room, Leigh rocked her hips and touched her body in a way that one would have to be blind, crippled or crazy not to know what time it was. She tossed her thick hair back, giving him a sneak preview of what she looked like in the throes of passion.

Her smile slid wider as his gaze roamed over every inch of her body. It wasn’t long before the rest of the crowd melted away while she concentrated on giving him his own private dance. It was a tall order, seeing as how she was in a house full of professional strippers and weekend party girls.

She turned, giving her mysterious gawker a backside view of what she was working with. While she worked her hips and jiggled her ass, she still felt her future lover’s gaze caressing her frame. The image of them grinding together in a heated fury made her tits hard as rocks and her bikini bottoms as wet as if she’d just stepped out of the ocean.

Leigh turned to see his face again just as he said something to the dude next to him holding up the bar, before he finally stalked toward her.

He even walked like a man among boys. His gait, long, smooth and sexy as hell, made her knees knock. But it was those dark, penetrating eyes that hypnotized her.

She needed him—wanted him.

When he was just halfway through the crowd, her body caught fire. She was more than willing to bet that nibbling on all that chocolate could send a woman into a diabetic coma. Then again, if a girl’s gotta go, she may as well go out with a smile on her face.

Five feet away— Damn, it didn’t make any sense for a man to be that fine.

Four feet away— Wouldn’t it be hot if he just ripped her clothes off right there in the middle of a crowded room?

Three feet away— Would anyone notice or care if they went at in the middle of the floor like it was the wild kingdom?

Two feet away— If he so much as touched her, she was sure her bikini bottoms were going to be hit with a tsunami of honey.

One foot— His large hand snaked out across her waist and just as expected, her clit exploded and her knees buckled. Luckily for her, she had his broad chest to fall back against while she tried to catch her breath. Damn—a one-touch orgasm. Who would’ve ever thought?

As an added surprise, her future lover was not a simple two-step brother with a bump-and-grind routine. He had skillz—yes, with a
Z.
He rocked, dipped and moved like he was born on the dance floor. Leigh had long subscribed to the notion that how a man danced was directly correlated with how he performed beneath the sheets.

It wasn’t long before they were moving as one and definitely scorching up the designated dance floor. While a few beads of sweat rolled down her hairline, Mr. Sexy-As-Hell remained calm, cool and
dry.
It wasn’t long before she wondered if she could keep up with
him
—on the dance floor
and
between the sheets.

One thing was for sure, she wouldn’t mind finding out.

For three songs, their bodies moved and grooved against each other in ways that were more than just suggestive—they were scandalous. Leigh’s breasts ached to the point that they were painful and her heart dropped so low that she was convinced that it was now pounding away inside her clit.

Another two songs later and they were still at it, with hardly an inch between them—at times exchanging the same breath whenever her breasts and his chest grazed each other.

A few times Leigh caught his gaze dropping to her nipples. A second later, his tongue would roll across his lips, making them glisten. Never in her life had she ever had to suppress the urge to kiss a complete stranger. But here she was, drawing on every ounce of willpower.

And losing.

Before she could question what she was doing, let alone why she was doing it, she slid her arms up his broad chest and then looped them around his neck. From there, gravity took its course, and her future lover lowered his head.

Please, Lord, let him know how to kiss.
If Leigh had a dime for every good-looking brother she’d encountered since her training-bra days that thought kissing somehow involved licking her nose or chomping on her tongue, she’d be as rich as Oprah.

So with her toes and fingers crossed, she waited anxiously for his luscious-looking lips to touch down.
Please, please, Lord.

Turns out God still answered prayers.

The instant their lips touched, something akin to a heat wave blazed through Leigh’s entire body and melted every thought right out of her head. With something this hot, reflex should have interceded and made her jump back from the flames. Instead, the exact opposite happened. She pressed her body closer—like she wanted to be consumed by him. It was maddening.

Once she got used to the fire, she noticed other things about him. Not only were his lips pillowy soft, but his mouth was as wicked as his rhythmic hips. What his tongue was doing with hers was downright pornographic—and she was the star.

Thank you, Lord!

Leigh lost her sense of time and space while her body temperature skyrocketed. She didn’t care that her lungs were on the brink of collapse because of lack of oxygen. As far as she was concerned, collapsing in his arms wasn’t such a bad way to go. Even as she felt his lips pull away, it didn’t stop her from conjuring up a vision of coasting through imaginary clouds. Quite simply, it was the best kiss she’d ever had.

Period.

After a few gulps of oxygen, she was finally able to reboot her system and open her eyes—but only to be sucked back into this man’s hypnotic gaze.
Damn. Who in the hell is this guy?
Just as one voice asked the question, there was another part of her that wondered if half the thrill was in not knowing.

So when Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome opened his mouth to speak, Leigh quickly pressed a finger against his lips. “Shhh. I don’t want to know your name or your zodiac sign. I just want us to go someplace where you can just screw my brains out.”

His handsome features barely registered surprise before he smiled and said, “I think I can handle that.”

E
ither it was Jeremy’s birthday or he’d died and gone to heaven. Frankly, if this was a sample of heaven’s delights, he hoped that no one would mourn his passing. As far as he was concerned, he was definitely about to be in a better place. His Coke-bottle-curved diva took him by the hand and led him through the bumping and grinding crowd without another word.

Bounce
.

Jiggle.

Wiggle.

“Damn.” He twisted his face at the woman’s backside view and felt his erection stretch a few more inches down his leg. He was the luckiest son of a bitch walking and he knew it.

Bounce.

Jiggle.

Wiggle.

“Yo, Dr. J!”

Hypnotized, Jeremy didn’t risk taking his eyes off the grand prize. He tossed up a couple of deuces and gave whoever was hollering at him the cold shoulder. He knew how most of the brothers on the West Coast operated. They weren’t like the brothers in the South who knew how to fall back and let you play your position. L.A. playas see you heading out with the hottest chick in the room, and suddenly there’s a cock-blocking army trying to intercept.

Not tonight.

He’d rather catch a case before he’d give this up.

From the sidelines, Dylan waved to get his attention. Glancing over, tomorrow’s groom gave him the thumbs-up. Jeremy held up his hand and pretended to be smacking, flipping and rubbing his diva down—preferably with some honey or baby oil.

Baby Girl chose that moment to glance over her shoulder. He straightened up, and flashed her a devilish smile.

She laughed, released his hand—but only so that she could grab him by the waistband of his pants. “A’ight, handsome. Let’s see what you can do.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” he said.

“A little pain never hurt nobody.” She winked.

Jeremy’s brows jumped higher.
I like this chick.
Plus, he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his entire life. And that was saying something.

They stepped out of the sliding glass doors at the back of the house and onto the crowded deck where topless beach divas and drooling brothers danced and stumbled around.

Jeremy followed the night’s dessert down the stairs leading from the deck to the beach below. The cool night breeze whipped and flapped the sarong, hugging the woman’s luscious hips. His smile stretched wider at the constant peek-a-boo snapshots of her firm, heart-shaped ass.

Lord have mercy.
He touched his forehead to make sure that he wasn’t running a fever. After a moment, he grew concerned. “Where are we going?”

“Where else? To get wet!” She released his hand and started racing toward the crashing waves.

At this late hour the Pacific Ocean was a dark blue-black abyss with strips of silvery moonlight dancing across the surface. But before he could object, the diva whipped off her sarong and flung it and her bikini top off. Next thing he knew they were smacking him in the face.

The intoxicating scent that lingered in the clothes buckled his knees. He stopped and clawed the clothes off his head. He had exactly two seconds to take in his cinnamon-brown beauty bathed in moonlight before she splashed into the water. For the second time that night, his heart stopped.

He grabbed his arm.
Am I having a heart attack?

Any thought of yelling for help vanished when his gaze was drawn back to his moon-bathed angel splashing around.

“Aren’t you coming in?” she asked with a teasing lilt.

Jeremy stripped, ignoring the voice in his head, trying to remind him that, unlike his brothers, he didn’t know how to swim. Well, he could doggy-paddle, but he shouldn’t risk that kiddie maneuver in any depth of water that was higher than his height and clearly the ocean tended to go deeper than six-three.

“C’mon. The water feels great!”

Damn. She even had a voice like an angel.

“Two seconds,” he said, picking up the pace instead of confessing his handicap. He could do this. He just needed to make sure that he stayed close to shore. Once he was down to just his briefs, Jeremy gave himself one last pep talk and then rushed into the ocean with one last prayer:
Please, Lord, don’t let me drown.

However, he wasn’t quite prepared for the water to be quite so cold. By the time he made it waist-deep, he was shivering and trying like hell not to scream like a damsel in distress. This was not the night to be losing manly points.

“There you are,” his moonlit goddess said as she popped up next to him. “I thought that you were going to keep me waiting out here all night.”

“Believe me. That’s the last thing I want to do.” He boldly wrapped an arm around the curve of her hip and then pressed her closer. She offered no resistance as her firm yet soft breasts pressed against his chest, so he took the next step, and tilted his head down and drew her full lips in for another kiss.

Sweeter than the richest chocolate and more potent than a shot of absinthe, Jeremy’s mind started tripping and his body heated an extra twenty degrees. Still, he plundered her lips like a starving man. Within seconds they were swallowing each other’s moans while dying to get even closer.

Suddenly she jumped up and wrapped her long legs around his trim waist. She also made sure that his ironhard cock was jammed against the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

Pulling back, he caught her bright white smile beaming in the silvery light.

“Oooh. Impressive,” she murmured.

“I aim to please.” He nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Then you’re off to a great start.”

“You’re not doing so bad yourself.” Jeremy worked his hips and grinded against the thin material shielding her pussy.

“Is that right?” Her laugh blended beautifully with the night, which only added to her intoxicating allure.

“Mm-hmm.” He worked his way to the left earlobe while his hands slid down her firm yet squeezable ass.

She followed his lead and started brushing kisses against the side of his neck.

He smiled and kept his feet planted on the ocean’s rocky floor as waves crashed around them. Frankly he could nibble on her all night. When he caught a break in the surf, he reached down between their bodies and freed his cock from his tight briefs, and then slid her bikini bottoms to the corner of her right thigh.

Jeremy watched transfixed while his new lover sucked in a quick breath in preparation, but he knew that it wasn’t going to be enough. With a slick Cheshire grin, he directed his near double-digit-size cock toward her pussy’s entrance to give them a proper introduction.

But then a huge wave hit them. Jeremy held back a scream as the icy water swallowed him whole. The crashing wave provided him with the chance to experience the pleasure of his seductive nymph’s erotic curves as she rolled on top of him, her luscious breasts brushing against his chest. Suddenly the ocean wasn’t so cold after all.

Bobbing back up to the surface, his playmate’s laughter filled his ears. But what made him awestruck was that she was perfectly positioned, so that at just the right angle the moonlight bouncing off her honey-brown skin convinced him that he really was dealing with some sort of water goddess.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, unable to stop staring.

“Aw. I bet you say that to every half-naked woman you meet.”

“I’m going to plead the Fifth on that one,” he said to be safe. “Though it doesn’t change the fact that you’re very,
very
beautiful.”

“Thank you. And if you don’t mind my saying, so are you.”

Jeremy’s face twisted again. “Men aren’t beautiful.”

“They aren’t?” She laughed.

“No. You’re supposed to say that they are either handsome or good-looking.” He reached up and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. “Men are not beautiful.”

She cocked her head. “Sounds like I’ve ruffled someone’s manly feathers.”

“Nah. I’m just saying.” Her breasts brushed up against him again, making him lose his train of thought. In fact, his eyes focused on her full, luscious mouth.

“You were just saying what?”

He blinked. “Hell. I forgot.”

She laughed as they bobbed up and down in the water. Her hardening nipples added more inches to his erection. After staring at her for so long and enjoying the rush of foreplay endorphins, he could no longer suppress the urge to just kiss her.

His moon-bathed goddess welcomed his lips with a soft moan, but he was completely unprepared for the Godiva’s kiss that was as sweet as it was decadent. Immediately he was addicted. He found himself greedily deepening the kiss, barely mindful of keeping his body afloat as they drifted farther from the beach.

Not only was his temptress sweet, she was aggressive, as well.

She locked her hands around the back of his head and held him in place while her tongue practically molested his mouth, which was equal parts dirty and seductive. When she finally released him, he didn’t know whether he needed to file a police report or sign over his life savings for her to do it again.

If I’m not careful, a girl like her…

Jeremy fiercely shook off the rogue thought, but his gaze zoomed back to her buxom breasts and started having their own conversation. “Who are you?”

She pulled one of her hands from behind his head and pressed a finger to his lips. “No names, remember?”

He cocked a half grin to cover his sudden wave of irritation. “I have to call you something.”

“In that case, you can call me…” she teased, “…the best you’ll ever have.”

The silvery light picked up the wicked gleam in her eyes as she peeled her bikini bottoms off her hips, Never in all of Jeremy’s life had he ever experienced such an intense and powerful tremor that seemed to originate in the center of his soul. Baby Girl climbed back up into his arms and locked her silky legs around his hips. This time, there were no bikini bottoms blocking their connection. He received another surprise when he tried to squeeze into her incredibly tight walls. They gasped and then watched their reactions mirrored as their bodies slowly fit together.

Ignoring the sharp rocks stabbing the pads of his feet, Jeremy’s toes began to curl. But that was nothing compared to the way his thick arms trembled despite her slight weight. There was just something about the way the muscles in her velvety pussy tightened and rippled, causing his tear ducts to water and blur his vision.

She adjusted to his size and thickness faster than he could regain his bearings, as she started working her hips in perfect figure eights.

“Oh, damn, Baby Girl,” he gasped, and then clenched his jaw. Soon, sucking air through his teeth was the only way he could breathe. This experience was all new to him. Her body was activating all kinds of switches that he didn’t even know existed.

“Daddy, you feel good.” Leigh flung her head back and set her hips with that extra room.

Jeremy had no doubts that he was dealing with a woman who was the queen of Kegel exercises. She was putting him through the wringer. Less than a minute in, he started tightening his abdominal muscles to try to stave off coming too soon. However, that trick wasn’t working tonight. He was about the come whether he wanted to or not.

“What’s the matter? Hmm?” She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. “You can’t keep up, Big Daddy?”

Jeremy wanted to brag that he could handle anything she tossed his way, but that was shaping up to be a huge lie. Hell, he wanted to call a timeout, regroup and go at this again after a big bowl of Wheaties and some Gatorade. But that’s not how a playa handled things.

After witnessing his struggle, Baby Girl leaned forward and sucked his left earlobe into her hot mouth. He gasped at the feel of his skin scraping against her teeth. She pulled back and chuckled.

“I told you a little pain never hurt nobody.” Her smile widened. “What happened to all that swag you had earlier tonight?”

No, Baby Girl wasn’t challenging his manhood. He had to pick this up a notch or forever be defined as a two-minute brother. And he wasn’t having that.

The big guy upstairs was still answering prayers because suddenly they were hit with a huge wave, knocking them off balance and dipping them into the ocean. Seconds ticked by like minutes, while he splashed around and kicked. Just before panic settled in, the ocean spat him out—in nothing but his birthday suit.

The sound of Baby Girl’s laughter filled his ears and when he scanned the moonlit beach, he caught sight of her brick-house frame jiggling away—with his clothes.

“’Ey, yo! Where are you going?”

She glanced over her shoulder and laughed.

“Oh. All right. So you want to play,” he said to himself as he pushed himself up onto his feet and then gave chase.

She sped up, waving his underwear over her head and whooping it up.

Frankly, she looked adorable—footloose and carefree.

“Yo! Get back here!”

“You got to catch me!” the woman yelled as her long legs carried her away from the bachelor party and from shore.

They raced across the beach like children, drawing attention from the bachelor party.

“Hey, baby,” one woman hollered out. “You don’t have to chase me!”

“Me, either, with your fine ass!”

And not to be out done, a few dudes hollered out propositions to Baby Girl.

Before Jeremy knew it, he had beach full of groupies heckling and tossing their bikini tops at him.

“Damn, do you see that one brother’s pipe?” one girl shrieked.

With his ego expanding, Jeremy remained in hot pursuit of the curvy diva running off with his clothes. Three houses down, his clothes bandit disappeared. “Where in the hell did you go?”

Certain that she had ducked behind one of the smaller white houses, he raced around the entire building.

Nothing. He tried the front door, but it was locked. Next, the side door—locked. Maybe it was one of the other houses. Should he risk running to another house—naked? What if it was the wrong one and someone called the cops?