Lies Lovers Tell (4 page)

Suddenly Maya felt faint. She stopped, and pushed away from Sean. “Stop, I, I can’t breathe.”

Sean immediately took charge, guiding them through the pulsating throng and out of the main part of the ballroom. He sat Maya down. “Wait here.”

Maya’s head was spinning.
What’s wrong with me?
Then she remembered. Although she’d only had two wine spritzers, she’d had virtually nothing to eat all day. She’d intended to get something in between her hair appointment and her mani/pedi, but with L.A.’s bumper-to-bumper traffic, had run out of time. She’d intended to eat as soon as she came inside the party. But then Sean happened, and food was forgotten—until now.

“Here, Macy,” Sean said, handing her a glass of water. “Maybe this will help.”

“I need food,” Maya said, taking the water and drinking it down. “And fresh air.”

“Let’s go.” Without waiting for an answer, Sean took Maya’s arm, gently encouraging her from the chair, and heading toward the entrance.

Maya heard strains of “Irreplaceable” as they exited. “Wait, I love that song.” A wave of nausea hit her. “Oh, goodness, I think I might be sick.”

Sean changed directions and instead of going outside, headed for the elevator.

“Where are we going?”

“My room. You can lie down and I’ll get you some food and coffee.”

Maya was too weak to protest. She leaned against Sean, comforted by his strong arm as the elevator ascended to Sean’s floor. Once it opened, he quickly escorted her to his room, and opened the door.

All Maya wanted was the bed she saw as soon as the door opened. “I think if I just lie down for a minute,” she said. She half sat, half lay on the bed, gingerly placing her head on one of the fluffy, king-sized pillows.

“Here, wait,” Sean said. He walked over, untied Maya’s sandal straps, and gently removed her heels. He couldn’t help but notice the silkiness of her skin as he did so. He fought hard, resisting the urge to run his hand up and between her legs. “Let me get you something to eat,” he said with authority, trying to keep his mind on the matter at hand, making Macy feel better.

He went to the desk, opened the guest accommodations book, and scanned the room service menu. After ordering soup, rolls, a 7up, and coffee, Sean went back over to the bed.

During his absence, Maya had crawled up onto the bed. In the process, her miniskirt had ridden up, exposing the bottom half of a creamy round, brown cheek. Sean licked his lips. His fingers twitched. His throbbing shaft strained forward like a Thoroughbred heading out of the gate. He moved from the bed and over to the window, forcing his libido down. Sean thought back to the last time he’d had sex and after realizing it was two months prior, understood why his manhood was protesting so vehemently to explore what was in front of it. Sean wanted to explore it too.

A knock on the door let Sean know that room service had arrived. He took the food, tipped the bellman, and placed the items on the table. He went back to the bed and stood staring down at the lovely creature apparently asleep in his bed.

“Macy,” he whispered softly, and then again a little louder. When there was no answer, he gently covered Maya with the comforter and let her sleep.

Maya awoke to the feel of two strong arms around her and a leg thrown over her thigh. Immediately she remembered the past night’s events: Beyoncé, wine spritzers, and Sean. His limbs were the weight of dead wood; it took her several minutes to disengage herself from his softly snoring frame. Once she got up and her eyes acclimated to the dark room, she went into the restroom.

She closed the door and turned on the light. Not bad. Her dress was only slightly wrinkled and because of her short hairstyle, she didn’t look unkempt. She splashed some water on her face, brushed her teeth with her finger and some toothpaste she found on the counter, and leaving the light on, walked back into the room.

It looked as if Sean was still sleeping. She smiled as she watched him from across the room, remembering how good it felt to sleep next to a man. Maya felt like a voyeur in her own movie, it was so rare for her to do anything remotely out of the ordinary. She thought of Beyoncé’s song then. Yes, she still felt like a naughty girl. She thought of Trish too, and went to her purse. Sure enough, Trish had called several times. Maya sent a quick text message and then turned off her phone.

With the light from the bathroom, she noted the food on the table. Although the food was cold, her ravenous stomach still enjoyed the potato chowder soup, rolls, and now tepid 7up. She finished quickly and after returning to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth, lay down tentatively on the far side of the king bed. As an afterthought, she rose, removed her four-hundred-dollar dress, and after securely covering herself in part of the top sheet, lay back down.

Sean held his breath until the movement stopped. He’d awakened shortly after Maya got up and went into the bathroom, and had feigned sleep when she came back out. Now he wished he hadn’t awakened. Because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t know that she had removed her dress and that only a flimsy sheet separated him from a much-needed release. He was a gentleman and would never take advantage of a tipsy woman who was half asleep. He tossed and turned for about half an hour before making a decision: he only lived once. Nothing beat a failure but a try.

He rolled over next to Maya and gently loosened the sheet. Sean always slept in the nude, and sliding next to her near-naked body was almost his undoing. But he did it anyway. He nuzzled her neck and then began gently kissing her shoulders, arm, and back. Maya moaned softly, before turning over to face him. “I thought you’d never wake up,” she said, all thoughts of what she’d never do on the first night forgotten.

Sean was both surprised and pleased. He hadn’t taken Maya for the type who’d have casual sex, but he wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. He rolled her over and began a frontal assault with his lips and hands, enthralled with the sweetness of Maya’s lips, mesmerized by the softness of her skin.

Maya was equally caught up in the wonder that was Sean’s body, lean and hard, feeling so strong beside and on top of her. She cupped his backside, firm and strong, and then ran her hands up and down his wide back. She moaned as Sean rolled them over and lowered his head to kiss her neck and breasts. He gently tongued one nipple, and then the other, then moved back up to claim her mouth with fiery passion.

Maya’s fire burned bright as well, and she took her turn to kiss Sean’s chest, lightly sprinkled with curly black hair. She moved down to his stomach, coming close to but not touching his manhood, before she worked her way back up to his mouth. Both of them knew intuitively that this dance could go on for hours, and it did continue for a time.

But after a while, Sean wanted more; he wanted all of Macy. He stopped kissing her, and sat up, bringing her up with him and placing her in his arms. “I want to make love to you, Macy,” he said once his heart had slowed down enough for him to talk.

“I want it too,” Maya said. “And that’s not like me. I mean, I’m usually not—”

“I didn’t think you were. Are you sure?”

Maya didn’t know why, but she was, totally sure. She turned to look Sean in the eye. “Yes.”

Sean kissed Maya lightly on the forehead, on each eyelid, her nose, and briefly on the mouth. Then he got up, went over to the dresser, and pulled out a pack of condoms. He reached in and turned off the bathroom light, opening the drapes and letting the beginning of the new day light their lovemaking.

Maya’s heart beat a crazy rhythm as she watched Sean’s naked body move around the room. She was wet for him, her body vibrating with excitement. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this way about anyone, and attributed it to the fact that she’d gone so long without sex. When Sean came back to the bed, her stomach flip-flopped.

“Now,” he said, taking her in his arms and slowly removing her thong panties. They soon joined the bra he’d removed earlier. “Let me love you.”

“Girl, you’re lying,” Trish said simply.

“Swear to God, Trish, me and Sean f’d last night.”

“Shut up!” Trish said, a laugh accompanying her incredulity. “You want me to believe that Ms. Gotta-Wait-Till-She-Gets-The-Home-Phone-Number-Meet-The-Mama-Sleep-At-The-House-Riffle-Through-The-Closets-Background-Checking Jamison gave it up on the first night? Within hours of meeting a total stranger?” Trish waved a finger as she shook her head. “Uh-uh. This is your girl you’re talking to, Maya, remember? Tell that story to someone who’ll believe you.”

Maya grabbed a pillow and leaned back against Trish’s comfy sofa. “I think I’m in love.”

Trish rolled her eyes. “Oh Lord. Talking like that…you really may have f’d him.”

Maya’s eyes shone as she sat up and hugged the throw pillow to her chest. “He was so good, Trish, the best lover I have ever had. He knew just how to hit my button. Girl, I’ve never had so many orgasms before! Maybe I should call him.” Maya reached for her Prada on the coffee table, thoughts of this encounter being a one-night stand already forgotten.

“Absolutely not,” Trish replied, staying Maya’s hand. “You want a nucka to think he turned you out?”

“He did turn me out!”

“Which is the exact reason why you’ve got to let him call you first. Matter of fact, let him get voice mail the first couple times, make him wonder what you’re up to.”

“Trish, you’re absolutely right,” Maya answered in a firm tone. Just then her cell phone rang and she almost tore up her Prada trying to find it. “Hello?”

“Macy…it’s Sean.”

“Hey, Sean!” Maya looked at a chagrined Trish as she got up from the couch and walked toward the patio door. Slipping outside, she continued the convo. “How are you?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never felt better. I just had to call you and make sure last night wasn’t a dream.”

“I had to pinch myself too,” Maya admitted. “I really enjoyed, uh, meeting you, Sean.”

Sean laughed. Something about this woman named Macy filled his heart with joy. “We did a bit more than meet, wouldn’t you say?”

Maya’s smile radiated through her voice. “Just a bit.”

“Well, would you like to do
a bit
later on this afternoon? I know it’s late notice but a friend of mine just invited me to sail with him and his date. Want to come?”

Maya most certainly did; in more ways than one. “Hmm…it’s been years since I’ve been to Catalina.”

Trish tapped her on the shoulder.
No
, she mouthed.

Maya hadn’t heard the patio door open and gave her friend a “talk to the hand” motion. “What time should I be ready?”

“I can pick you up around, say, two o’clock?”

Maya immediately remembered that to Sean, she was Macy Williams, who lived and worked as a secretary downtown. They’d sounded like innocent enough lies the night before, when she thought she’d never see him again, when she was acting. Now she had to sleep in the bed she’d made. “Uh, why don’t I meet you at your hotel?”

“You sure? That’s actually better since his boat is moored here in the Marina, but I didn’t want you to think for a moment I’m not a gentleman.”

“You’re a very gentle man,” Maya cooed. “See you at two.”

It was almost twelve hours later when Maya and Sean walked into their suite on Catalina Island. It had been the best Fourth of July Maya had ever experienced, and the reason could be summed up in one word: Sean.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” Sean said as he walked up to Maya, placed his large hands squarely on her round booty, and squeezed her lusciousness up against his hard, long shaft.

“Um,” Maya sighed, as she gently ground her pelvis against Sean’s muscled manliness.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Macy Williams.”

“Me? You’re the one with the weapon.”

Sean picked her up and walked purposely toward the bedroom. “Let’s take a shower,” he whispered.

Sean and Maya undressed each other quickly and stepped into the oversized stall. Soon they were rubbing silky, soapy bodies against each other; their mouths hot and wet, tongues thrusting, heads turning, trying to find a position that would give them more of each other. They couldn’t seem to get enough.

Sean poured soap onto a sponge and lathered Maya’s body all over. He paid particular attention to her breasts, booty, and the apex at her thighs while not neglecting her arms, legs, and face. In turn, Maya soaped Sean all over, turning him around to admire one of his best features: a strong, round backside with a deep dimple just above each cheek and a perfectly positioned black mole at the top of his ass’s crevice. She ran the sponge up the length of his hard, muscled thighs, over his butt, around to his rigid manhood, across a six-pack stomach, and between his powerful shoulder blades. There were no two ways about it: Sean Wynn was the finest man on this side of forever.

Sean turned, picked up Maya, and positioned her up against the smooth shower stall glass. Maya wrapped her legs around Sean’s midsection, her nana throbbing with anticipation. Sean held her up with one arm, and with the other, gently fingered her nub. He slid a soapy finger between the folds of her feminine flower before thrusting two fingers inside her.

“Ooh,” Maya moaned, even as she rocked back and forth, her body craving more, craving Sean. “I want, I want…”

Sean knew what she wanted. His fingers worked like magic, playing her g-spot like a guitar. Before Maya knew it she was climaxing and at the height of her orgasm. Sean fastened her against the glass and plunged his eight-inch shaft deep into her warm cocoon. He stroked her steadily, masterfully, as if he’d been custom-made to bring her ultimate fantasy to life. His tongue thrusts matched his hip movements, slow, circular gyrations lavishing love on Maya’s mouth, even as his juicy Johnson lavished the inner walls beyond her lower lips. He turned their bodies slightly, until the water was shooting over them, between them, hot, wet, steamy…just like their lovemaking.

Maya stirred lazily, mindlessly swatting whatever was lightly touching her face. She shook her head and swatted again, unwilling to open her eyes and leave the wonderful world of sleep she’d entered after a torrid night of endless sex. But the pesky creature wouldn’t leave her alone; there it was again, on her eyelids, her nose…Maya slapped hard.

“Ouch!” Sean yelped in mock pain. “You hurt me.”

“Bugs get squashed, don’t you know that?” Maya replied, yawning as she rolled into Sean’s arms. “Good morning.”

“Um…it is a good one,” Sean replied. “And a late one too. Get up and brush your teeth. I’ve ordered breakfast.”

“Oh my goodness, what time is it?” Maya asked, straining to see the clock on the nightstand next to Sean. For a couple of seconds she panicked, forgetting it was a holiday, her mind racing through a list of to-dos for Brennan & Associates.

“Time for my chocolate nymph to prepare for the feast I’ve planned.” Sean tussled Maya’s short curls. “C’mon now…we’ve only got a few more hours before we get off Gilligan’s Island and head back to the real world.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Maya jumped off the bed, barely missing Sean’s playful swat at her lush behind before she darted into the shower.

The real world.
Those three words haunted Maya as she massaged conditioner into her hair while pulsating jets of hot water soothed her sore thighs. While he’d been gentle, Sean was very well endowed, long and thick. It was enough that Macy hadn’t had sex in awhile, even more that it was a stallion she’d ridden back into the land of coital bliss. Was it really only two days ago she’d battled feelings of loneliness, and the frustration of her dream job turned housekeeper horror? For forty-eight, no seventy-two, hours, Maya had forgotten “Martha” and the impossible-so-far job of getting the real deal scoop on Sam Walters, the bloated, unkempt, haughty a-hole who barely spat out a hello on the rare times she saw him. That and try and stay on top of a job that her colleague, Jade, would like to edge her out of. Between Sam and Jade, Maya was too through with attitude.

But for two whole days, Sean Wynn had brought out a side of Maya she didn’t know existed; one who under the guise of “Macy” could roam free: uninhibited, insatiable, giving herself fully, completely to the experience of making love with Sean. Before, she now realized, she’d only had sex. Sean seemed to touch her very soul, and not just because of his extremely long member. Maya’s nana tingled as she thought of some of the things Sean had done to her last night, and how much she’d enjoyed giving him oral pleasure.
My God…when he licked my…

Sean tapped lightly on the glass. “Baby…your breakfast awaits.”

“Okay.” Maya hurriedly toweled off, finger-combed her hair, and wrapped her naked body in Sean’s large shirt. She didn’t bother to button it up.

Sean groaned as she entered the dining area, his butter knife in midair. “Macy, if you don’t cover up, this strawberry jam will never see a slice of toast.”

Maya smiled and wrapped his shirt around until she was covered. The tantalizing smell of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and coffee made her mouth water. She didn’t realize until she’d dug into perfectly scrambled eggs what an appetite she’d worked up the night before. “Thank you, Sean,” she said, with a quick kiss on his jam-stained lips. “You’re too good to me.”

“You think I’m good now? Just wait till dessert.”