Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) (32 page)

Mark and Eric were there with their ladies. I couldn’t keep up with Eric and his wife, NaTasha’s, status. The last time I saw them they could stand no more than three feet within each other. Tonight, NaTasha couldn’t keep her hands off him. And clearly Eric loved it, as he is beaming from ear to ear.

“As ever, it is a pleasure, Ms. Brimm. You are a joy to look at as much as the sun on a new day,” Eric lightly flirted. I could tell he was taken by me, but he never crossed the line. It was like having a seven year-old have a crush on you. He was harmless in his puppy love.

“Why, thank you, Mr. Williams. As it is with you and your lovely wife,” I returned.

“When is that berk of a man going to end his vainglorious ways, make you an honest woman and put your sea of admirers out of their misery?” I suppressed my laughter in order to not make him feel uncomfortable. I so enjoyed Eric’s didactic vernacular.  

“Hmmmmmm...I have no idea. You’re his bestie. Surely you have an idea of where his mind is, more or less his heart,” I returned.

“Hey, where
is
he, by the way?” Mark chimed in as he greeted me with a small peck on the cheek.

“I'm not sure,” I said with narrowed eyebrows. I’d just assumed he was there. He told me he’d be here so I was sure that he had been. “He’s probably up in his office. I just got here. I’ll ask Petey,” I said just before making a beeline for Petey.

Petey confirmed Azmir was in the building. So, I moseyed my way over to Chanell who was never short of an entertaining story. We chatted for about twenty minutes or so before the emcee began announcing the opening act. Certainly, Azmir should have been down here by now to watch the show. He’d told me how much he was looking forward to tonight.

I glanced over to Petey, subconsciously wondering where was Azmir, to see that he clearly had the same thoughts because he was looking over to me and motioned he had no idea with his hands. I excused myself from Chanell who was just telling me about her last street fight with a girl over the latest love she had been involved with.
Never a dull moment with this chick.
Gotta love her.

I walk towards the entrance of V.I.P. and pass Petey on the way, telling him I was going upstairs to look for Azmir. I walk down onto the main floor where security was waiting, unbeknownst to me, to escort me to wherever I was going. It was weird, but I did get moved through the droves of patrons quicker. I stopped at the elevator and that’s where I parted ways with my armor.
 

When I arrived to the third floor, I saw someone manning the receptionist desk. A young, chunky Caucasian woman who sported a jet-black boyish haircut with over-sized black, plastic framed glasses and conspicuous lip and nose piercings. I’d seen her around a time or two. Clearly, she knew who I was from the way she respectfully nodded as I passed by her.
 

“Is he in here?” I asked, walking towards Azmir’s office.

“Uhn-huhn,” she eagerly and politely confirmed. Once at the door, I knocked. I didn’t want to just barge in. No matter what Azmir and I had going on, he was a respected businessman first.

“Yeah!” Azmir barked, sounding annoyed. My eyes bulged and lips pouted rapidly in response to his curtness.

I slowly opened the door with apprehension. I never attempted to be overly-familiar with him in his places of business. As I walked in, within seconds, I make eye contact with him. He’s sitting behind his desk with his back straightly aligned. Azmir, while as gorgeous and alluring as ever, looks stressed, very rigid. He visibly registers my identity and immediately looks relieved. A strong exhale escapes through his mouth.
I guess that means he’s happy to see me.
All tension leaves my body. I close the door behind me.

“Hey...” I say with concern.

“Hey yourself. I’ve been trying to call you for the past thirty minutes. I was beginning to worry,” he’s partly scolding me. “Come here,” he gestures with his hand and a loose and rapid wave of his arm. He isn’t wearing his typical coochie-creaming smile or panty-snatching smirk. I’m concerned.

I pull out my phone to check it as I walk over to him. Sure enough, I’ve missed three calls from “
A.D
.” I hold up my phone, showing him. “We’re all downstairs waiting for you. I know you’ve been excited about tonight!” I say with sheer excitement. Even I’ve built up anticipation after experiencing the energy from down there.

Azmir pulls me into him until I collapse on his lap. He wraps his long and comforting arms around me. In a natural response, I pull my arms around his neck. He buries his face in my neck. His breath against my skin brought those trustee currents through my body. A sensation I try extremely hard to fight off, feeling it being inappropriate. Something is wrong.

“Heeeeeeeeeey,” I whisper. “What’s wrong?” I pull up with my index finger from his chin so that I can look into his beautiful face. He softly exhales again and I am overtaken with yet another current as his breath hits my face. My eyes close to let it pass
. What in the world does this man have on me that causes my body to respond so lasciviously to him?
He quickly catches on to my reaction and in response he looks at me with a slight squint in his eyes.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Yeah!” Azmir barks again.

The receptionist girl opens the door and I freeze. Azmir and I are in a somewhat compromising position. I squirm in his lap, prepared to get up. He grips and pins me to his lap, telling me not to move.
 

“Yeah, Molly?” Azmir inquires of her presence. I then notice that Molly is a cute, young, butch girl. She wore pinstriped slacks with a chain in the belt loops and white, short sleeve T-shirt. Her classic black and white Converse sneakers were sloppily tied. And her multiple piercings and forceful husky voice sealed the deal.
 

“Mr. Jacobs, Ms. Taylor wants a word with you,” Molly muttered, and before Azmir could answer, Dawn swings her head of bouncy curls in the doorway followed by her small frame that was draped in a red fitted, midi length, full sleeved dress, matching her lips. When she notices me and registers my position on his lap, she suspends in motion. Dawn quickly catches herself and retracts her steps outside of the doorframe.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were preoccupied. I’ll just wait until you’re done,” Dawns spoke apologetically. I can tell the last thing she expected was seeing me perched in his lap. I feel a twitch of victory deep down. Azmir never utters a word to Dawn.

He really is in a foul mood
.

“Is there anything else, Molly?” he bit out.

Molly pivots a little closer into the door frame. “Uhhh…yes, sir. My shift is over. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go downstairs and enjoy the festivities while I give that fax from New York City time to come through, sir.” She was asking to be dismissed for the day only to continue work later—non-mandatory I ascertain. 

“Indeed. Lock the elevator. If anyone needs me defer to Kareem or Tracy,” Azmir gruffly orders. “Goodnight.”

This is so not like him.
 

“Sure,” Molly humbly says with a nod before closing the door behind her.

I turn my head back to him and murmur, “What’s the problem, Jacobs?”

He places his forehead against mine and shakes his head.
 

Once again, I lift his chin to search his eyes. He, in turn, studies mine. The next thing I know, he slightly leans his head in a familiar manner—something he does when he’s prepared to orally embrace me. As his face approaches mine, I’m ready. I follow his aggressive kiss with great welcome. My hands find their way to his head as our tongues engage in a sweet dance. It lasts for an eternity and in no time, I’m caught up.

Azmir grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto his desk. He pulls my feet up to the armrests of his desk chair. My heels hook onto the handles. He pulls back from our embrace. My eyes are dancing at the suspense.
What is he doing?
He buries his face into my crotch and gives a long and hard inhale with his eyes closed. When they open, they’re drunken with clear desire. I sit there with my hands stapled to his desk, watching him and I can’t help but to be turned on by this. Azmir reaches for my panties and pull them down and over my boots. Once off, he balls them in his fist, lifts them to his nose and inhales again.

“Damn, I’ve missed you,” he whispers, seemingly much to himself.
 

My mouth drops and opens simultaneously. I am delighted in lust. He carefully places my panties at the end of his desk. I watch his every movement in slow motion. Next, he throws his face in between my thighs. He licks, strokes, grazes, and dips his tongue and masterfully drags his teeth the full length of my valley. My body reclines and hands grips the back of his head. Azmir is on a mission and for some reason, I detect that I have little to do with what’s behind this sexual fury. But in this moment, I don’t care what the cause is. I’m pleasured by the fact that he is using me to remedy it. He’s taking it out on my body in a way that brings us both bliss and relief.

I experience a transitory touch of reality and am reminded that I’m spread out on his office desk. Typically, this would bring halt to my randy state, but it had the opposite effect on me just as it had a few months back in his office at the rec. I feel my inner freak being unleashed as my body trembles at every swipe of his deft tongue.

In a rapid move, Azmir scoops me off the desk and lowers me onto his lap. He’s entering me and I’m left to find my balance. My legs are aside his upper arms and his hands are planted on my hips. Azmir is in. Deep. He lifts me and let me down onto himself for his pleasure. I grip his shoulders, keeping him arm’s length as I take in all of his fullness. He’s buried so tightly that I feel him pulsating inside of me. I let out a stifled moan. His breathing grows distressed.

“Rayna…you mean...so much...to me. Stay with me...stay forever,” he manages over my lunges onto his lap.

Unable to focus my eyes, I try to look deep into his…unsuccessfully. I give up. He knows in this condition I’d agree to anything with him. My head was clouded, filled with erotic expressions of A.D.. I hear the sounds of his firm length slamming into me and the slapping of my anterior flesh meeting his hard thighs. The cords in Azmir’s neck bulges, telling of his forceful pushes and pullings of my heated frame.

“Yes...yes, baby...I will!” I assure.

Eventually his hands make their way to my lower back as he slams me into his lap. At this point my body tightens and I am overtaken by his diligence...by his strength, pushing me down and lifting me up...and his promising words. I’m there. I’m ascending. My body convulses as my joints stiffen in orgasmic readiness. I bite my lips together as not to scream in his office.

“Yes, baby girl...let it out,” he sings just before he joins me in my outer orbit float. Azmir grunts his pleasure against me as his face collapse into my breasts and I welcome him. 

We sit there for a few seconds catching our breaths. As I’m being cast back down from orbit, reality settles in. My Azmir isn’t himself. What was this all about? I want to help and comfort beyond lovemaking.

“Hey, what was that all about?” I whisper warmly.

Azmir grabs my face and slams his lips into mine, demanding my tongue, which I offer up with little reservation. His tongue takes long draws into my mouth, sweeping the entire reservoir—greedily. I grab the back of his head to balance myself in an attempt to keep up. He was communicating something, though I was quite sure it wasn’t
to
me, it was through me. I allow him and relish in his abrasiveness. Azmir eventually withdraws and brings his forehead to meet mine. We sit this way for a moment before he lifts and whisks me into his en suite bathroom where we clean up in private. When I’m done, I watch penetratingly as Azmir brushes his teeth. He takes notice of my gaping as he rinses his mouth. 

He wipes his mouth dry and lays his towel on the wall rack. I squinted my eyes at him in playful annoyance. He snorts and reaches down to passionately kiss me. He rests the side of his lengthy body and his head against the frame of the bathroom door and smirks.
There’s the panty-snatching smirk.
I fold my arms in my abdomen messaging to him that I’m not letting up.

Azmir lets out a brief sexy chortle, “Brimm, it’s nothing in particular. A man with my level of responsibility can grow weary from time to time and need to blow off steam. It’s just the nature of the business, you being gone, and...shit—me seeing you in this dress and boots...that brings it all to a head,” he murmurs as he comes down to plant a wet kiss on me.
 

I smile and take him at his word. Frankly, I’m glad to be his method of release. “Okay,” I acquiesce. “I like you discharging your frustrations in—I mean, on me,” I muttered salaciously.

He showers me with soft kisses around my face. “Good. Because I’m not done. I have more ammunition to unload,” he shoots back as he continues to lay the soft kisses down my neck.

“You need to refresh your lipstick. I’ve smudged it. And I want to smudge it again when we get home. Let’s go say goodnight, Ms. Brimm.”

Downstairs, the second act is finishing up on stage. She’s a young female with a jazzy resonance to her sound. I’ve heard this cut on the radio. It was nice to put a face to a voice.