Love, Lies and Scandal (17 page)

JESSE

J
esse was in his room listening to Fantasia while packing his luggage for his flight to Miami the next morning. He looked forward to the post-marathon cruise and enjoying a long-overdue vacation. He turned up the radio and began singing along with Fantasia. Jesse was feeling so good that he began dancing until Fantasia stopped singing, then he continued to pack. Once his bags were completely packed, he set his suitcase by the front door. Just as he was about to walk away, he noticed a man approaching his home.

"Good morning," Jesse said, opening the door.

"Good morning to you, as well," said the man. Jesse quickly noticed the police badge dangling from a chain around the man's neck and deduced that he was an off-duty police officer.

"What can I do for you?" Jesse asked.

"Are you Jesse Robins?" the man asked.

"Yes," Jesse answered. The officer handed Jesse an envelope and asked him to sign a document which stated that he'd received it.

"You've just been served," said the officer and then left.

"Served!" Jesse looked at the envelope. He stepped back inside the house and opened it. Once he'd read it, he flung it across the room.

"Damn you, JoAnn. Why won't you just let shit go!" Jesse yelled out. He was being summoned back to court so that JoAnn could make an adjustment to their joint custody arrangement. At that moment, Jesse's doorbell rang once again. As he approached the door, he could see Regina's silhouette. Jesse opened the door.

"What's the deal, pickle? Are you all set to get out of here?" Regina was her usual perky self.

"Hey, Regina," Jesse greeted her dryly and then turned to head toward the family room.

Regina came inside and closed the door behind her. "What's wrong with you?"

Jesse picked up the envelope he'd thrown across the room. "Come and listen to this shit," he said. They both sat down in the family room and Regina listened as Jesse read his summons to appear in court.

"She's just doing this shit to be vindictive, Jesse."

"Why won't she just let it go? I don't want her. Our marriage is over. Why can't she get that through her thick skull?"

"I know some people who could walk up on her and beat her ass for you," Regina offered.

"Regina. She's the mother of my child. I can't do that."

"I'm just saying. If you need somebody to get in that ass, I have a few girlfriends who roll like that. Well, what
are
you going to do?" Regina asked.

"Nothing right now. I'll deal with this madness when I come back from vacation."

"Damn, I wish I was going with you. I should've signed up back when you did. Next year I'm doing it for sure," Regina said.

"You and Angela could have gotten a cabin together," Jesse said.

"I don't want a cabin with Angela. Shit, if I was going I'd have a man in my room with me. I don't know why you and Angela are wasting money on separate rooms. Ya'll know that you're going to end up together on that ship."

"Hey. I tried to get sister girl to go there, but after that move JoAnn pulled a few months ago, she got cold feet."

"She was just nervous, that's all," Regina said. "Well, give me your spare set of door keys so I can come by and check on your house while you're away. I have to run a ton of errands today," she said as she stood up. "Call me after you've boarded the ship."

"Okay," Jesse said as he exited the room to retrieve the spare set of house keys.

"All right then. Have a good trip. Remember what I said now. If you need me to make a phone call to take care of JoAnn--"

"Regina. I can handle my own affairs." Jesse laughed. Regina gave him a hug and left.

The following day, Jesse met up with Angela and several people from his running club. Many of the group sat near the Jetway, talking about the race, their completion times and how much fun they planned to have on the cruise. When it was time to board their flight, Jesse and Angela sat next to each other and watched a movie on Jesse's portable DVD player. When they arrived in Fort Lauderdale, a shuttle service from the cruise line picked them up and drove them to the dock in Miami where they'd boarded the ship.

On the ship, Angela and Jesse found their cabins. Jesse had splurged and reserved a suite with a private balcony while Angela's cabin was located on the interior of the ship. Jesse was very pleased with his suite; it opened into a narrow foyer which led to a seating area with a small dining table and four chairs. There were several cupboards and a small television. On the other side of the dining area were a sofa and two chairs. Just to the right of that was the sleeping area that featured a queen-size bed, a walk-in closet and a bathroom with two vanities. There was a whirlpool in the suite as well as a separate shower area.

"Very nice," Jesse said aloud as he turned on the water in one of the sinks to see how strong the pressure was. He walked back toward the dining area and moved toward the two large windows that opened out to the private balcony. The balcony held a small table and two recliners.

An hour later, the ship was setting sail and scores of passengers were out on their balconies and on the upper decks waving goodbye to friends and family members. Once the shore was receding from view, the ship's crew herded the passengers to the upper deck to hear the safety instructions in case of an emergency. While the drill was going on, Jesse saw Angela.

"How is your cabin?" he asked her.

"Cozy." Angela laughed. "Just enough space to take off your clothes and rest. And yours?"

"You should come by to take a look at it. It's very nice. I have a suite," Jesse boasted.

"Oh, so you're playing the role of a baller." Angela attempted to make Jesse's ego swell with the idea that he was making as much money as a professional athlete.

"You only live once." Jesse smiled at her for a long moment, and as they got lost in each other's gazes, Jesse could feel the intensity of their desire for each other.

"You're going to get me into trouble, aren't you?" Angela murmured.

"I'm planning on getting you into a whole lot of trouble," Jesse said, as he took her hand into his. Angela didn't resist his advances as she had done over the past few months since the incident with JoAnn.

"After dinner with the running group tonight, why don't we go to the dance hall and have some fun?" Angela suggested.

"Are you sure you're up for it?" Jesse asked. "After all, you did just finish a marathon. How is your toe?"

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Angela said with pride. "My foot is fine, but I'm still having problems with tight muscles in my hip."

"I can stretch those out for you." Jesse played along.

"Are you sure you can loosen me up?"

"I have all of the skills needed to relax your entire body," Jesse answered.

"Umm, I like the way you said that," Angela cooed, and Jesse stepped in to embrace her. He took her face into his hands and kissed her. Angela's body responded to him immediately, and she broke away from the kiss.

"It has been so long, Jesse. I need you," Angela admitted breathlessly.

"I need you more," he said as he hugged her. "You have no idea."

Later that evening, Angela and Jesse joined the rest of their marathon colleagues and enjoyed cocktails, dinner and conversation. Afterward, at the ship's dance club, Jesse located a table for them and they sat for a moment watching as people gyrated and howled with joy as Buster Poindexter sang "Hot, Hot, Hot," a song which had become very popular among vacationers in the Caribbean.

"I'm going to go over to the bar and get us something to drink. What would you like?" Jesse asked Angela.

"Have the bartender mix me up a pineapple martini," Angela said excitedly.

Jesse returned with their drinks and snuggled up to Angela. Angela took a few sips of her drink as she grooved along with the music. She placed her hand on Jesse's thigh and began rubbing it under the table. She guided her fingers under the fabric of his shorts until they reached the prize she'd been searching for.

"I hope you know I'm not going to tell you to stop," Jesse said with a smile.

"You know that I'm so hot that I'll suck on your dick right here at this table." Angela spoke into his ear and nibbled on his earlobe as she freed his manhood from its confines. Another couple sat at a table next to them but it seemed that Angela didn't give a damn about being watched and neither did Jesse. Angela glanced down at Jesse's dick.

"Oooh, shit," she said as she began to stroke him. His manhood was standing at full attention. "Damn, Jesse." Angela licked her lips.

"Do you like what you see?" Jesse asked.

"I can't help it. I've got to know what you taste like," Angela said as she bowed her head down and placed Jesse inside her warm, wet mouth. Jesse hissed, cooed and sighed as Angela stroked and sucked hard on him. After a few moments, Angela resurfaced, took another drink of her pineapple martini, left the liquid in her mouth and went back down to suck on Jesse some more.

"Oh, damn. Shit, Angela," Jesse called out as he cradled the back of her head and ran his fingers through her hair. When Angela stopped, she drank the last of her alcohol and kissed Jesse passionately.

"Okay, whew," Angela said as she pulled away from the kiss to take a deep breath.

"We need to take this party back to my suite." Jesse tried to calm his manhood down in order to leave the table.

"I agree," Angela said, rubbing the back of his head. She kissed his cheek, then his ear, followed by his neck. "You've got my pussy pulsating and in need of something to squeeze," Angela confessed as she clamped her thighs together.

"Let's get out of here," Jesse said. He and Angela left the club and headed back to his suite. Angela was impressed by the size and decor of the room. She immediately walked over to the bed and kicked off her shoes, then got undressed, turned on the shower and stepped inside. A few moments later, Jesse joined her. Angela scrubbed his back and marveled as soapy water cascaded down his back and through the valley of his muscled ass.

"You have a nice, spankable ass," Angela said as she caressed his behind. Jesse's back arched and he exhaled as a wave of passion washed over him.

"Squeeze my nipples," Angela directed Jesse. He did as she asked.

"Harder, baby. Don't be shy."

Jesse complied and applied a little more pressure. Angela released several loud moans. Her body was alive and excited.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, then squatted down. Angela did as he requested. With water streaming down the valley of Angela's breasts and flowing down her tummy, Jesse positioned his lips before her pussy.

"You have a landing strip," he said, noticing how she'd trimmed her pubic hair. Jesse swept his tongue over the lips of her paradise. He positioned his right hand on her ass and allowed his middle finger to make small circles around her anus. With his left hand, he parted her pussy lips and brushed his tongue slowly and rhythmically up and down.

Jesse felt Angela's clit swell up and become hard. He focused on it, sweeping his tongue clockwise around it. He could feel Angela opening up. The first knuckle of his index finger was now in her ass. He made sure that his footing was solid and skillfully placed the middle finger of his left hand inside her honeypot, then maneuvered it up toward the back of her clit and applied gentle pressure.

Angela began thrusting her hips hard as she felt her first orgasm swelling up. Jesse paid attention to every detail of Angela's body language, her undulations and echoes of pleasure.

"Jesse! I'm about to come, baby," Angela cried out as her orgasm exploded deep within her body. She lost her breath for several moments as the sweetness of the orgasm bathed her soul. Angela felt weak and had lost her breath for a moment.

"Okay, baby. You've made me cry," Angela confessed. Jesse stood up. He had a bright smile on his face because he'd gotten his reward. Not only had he given her an exquisite orgasm, but he knew that they had connected with each other emotionally. Now that she'd had her first release, she wanted more.

"Are you ready for round two?" he whispered in her ear.

"You know I am," Angela responded.

"Follow me." They stepped out of the shower, and Jesse turned off all the lights in the cabin. He moved toward the balcony and opened the door.

"You are a big freak!" Angela whispered.

"You're a bigger freak. Place your hands on the railing, lean forward and put your ass in the air. I want to take you from behind."

Without hesitation, Angela did exactly as Jesse had requested. Jesse stood behind her and, with his right hand, guided himself inside her. The moment he penetrated, her pussy squeezed him.

"Damn, girl, you've got a death grip," Jesse said.

"That's Coco grabbing you like that. She likes you." Angela was referring to the name she'd given her goddess.

Jesse slowly pushed himself deeper inside her. As he did, Angela cried out, her voice filled with both pain and pleasure.

"Oooh, you are hitting every wall inside of me," Angela said, trying to adjust her position by leaning forward a little bit more. Jesse was now deep inside her, slowly stroking her. Angela cried out more as Coco squeezed Jesse's dick with all of her might.

"Harder, Jesse," Angela begged him. Jesse was completely in tune with Angela's desire. He grabbed her long hair and pulled on it, causing her chin to crane upward. He began pounding her. He looked down at his pride, which was glistening with her juices. He glided in and out of her with the erotic rhythm that made Angela quiver uncontrollably.

"Fight back," Jesse began. "Come on. Take this dick. Show me that you like what I'm doing to you."

Jesse spanked her ass and Angela responded, "Oooh, yes. Slap my ass, baby."

"Come, give it to me. Give it all to me. Don't cheat me," Jesse said.

"I'm not cheating you, baby. You're all up in my shit. You have Coco wide open." Angela cried out with sweet pleasure as she bounced her ass against him.

"Do you like the way I'm fucking you?" Jesse asked as he kept thrusting in unison with the rhythm of her movements.