Authors: Brenda Hampton
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #African American, #Urban
Naughty by Nature (14 page)
“Hi, Shane, this is Scorpio.”
“I recognized your number,” he said dryly. “What's up?”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“Depends on what it is.”
“Somebody slashed all four of my tires and I need a ride home. I'm sorry to bother you, butâ”
He paused for a long while, as if he had to think about it. “Where are you?”
“I'm still at Jay's.”
“Give me about twenty minutes. I'll be there in twenty to thirty minutes.”
“Thanks,” I said, and then hung up.
In less than twenty minutes, Shane was there. He parked his Lexus and walked up to me. He placed his hands in his pockets, observing my car jacked up by the tow truck.
“I'd take a guess and say that somebody really don't like you,” he said.
“It's obvious, ain't it? And as I keep thinking about who, my list grows longer and longer.”
“Damn, you got that many enemies?”
“I didn't think so, butâ”
The tow truck pulled off and we got into Shane's car. He reached for his rearview mirror to adjust it.
“So, where do you live?” he asked.
“I live in Lake St. Louis, but I was hoping that I could spend the night with you. In the morning, you can take me to find some tires for my carâthat's if you don't mind.”
“I got a job, baby. You want me to put my job aside for you?” he smiled.
I pouted, “Please.”
He winked and started his car.
Shane drove off and headed to his place. He lived in the Central West End, so we were there in less than fifteen minutes. He had a brick ranch style house that was much better than the studio apartment he'd had a few years ago.
When we got inside, his place was decked out with contemporary furniture. The colors were mostly gray, black, and white; his off-white leather sofa in the living room was off the chain. I followed behind him towards his bedroom. He tossed his keys on a nightstand, but I remained in the doorway.
“I had a long day,” he said, sitting on the bed and pulling his shirt over his head. “I'll get you a few pillows so you can sleep in my guest room.”
My first thought was Jaylin. I looked at Shane's king sized bed and thought about the magic that was supposed to take place there. Then, I thought about how I had no desire to be in the guest room tonight. I wanted to be held by the muscular bare chest, hunk of a man that was in my view.
“Aren't you going to show me around your place? Also, I'd like to take a shower before I go to bed.”
Shane's eyes searched me up and down before escorting me to another room.
“This is where you'll be sleeping tonight,” he said. “Unless . . .” He walked me over to another room close by, “Unless you'd like to sleep in here. This room is a bit smaller than the other, so I suggest you choose that one.”
Both rooms looked cozy, so it didn't matter to me either way. He then took me through the living room and into his kitchen. It was beautifully decorated with contemporary burnt orange leather chairs and a square glass table. To add an even more exquisite taste to it, he had stainless steel appliances and huge rugs covered the shiny hardwood floors.
“You can tell I don't use the kitchen that often,” he said.
I laughed and agreed because it was spotless.
After we left the kitchen, he took me further back into another room. This place, he said, was his office. He turned on the light and I walked in to take a look. It was nice too, for a home office, and was dressed with mahogany leather and black. His black wooden desk and bookshelves were cluttered with papers and books.
“I apologize for the mess in here, but when it's clean, it looks a whole lot better.”
“No need to apologize. I can tell that you got it going on.” I smiled and walked over to his desk, noticing a drawing that looked familiar to me. I picked it up. Shane tried to snatch it away, but I could already tell it was me.
“Did you draw this?” I asked.
“Who else drew it?” he said. “Now, give it here.”
I stared at the picture, as it was awesomely drawn. “I didn't know you could draw like this. And furthermore, why are you over here drawing pictures of me?”
He folded his arms in front of him, and all muscle showed. “If you must know, Pretty Lady, I drew that picture be . . . because I was thinking about you.”
“And, why are you thinking about me?”
“I think about who I want to think about. You got a problem with that?”
“No, no,” I said, placing the picture back on his desk. “You keep your li'l thoughts to yourself.”
I strutted out of his office and he followed behind me. On our way back to his room he stopped at the linen closet, grabbed two pillows, and some towels.
“I got three bathrooms, take your pick. Hallway, guest room, or my room?”
“I'll use the one in your bedroom. That way, you can think about me while you watch.”
“No thanks,” Shane said.
We went into his bedroom and he opened the double doors that led to his bathroom. He placed the towels on the counter and told me he'd put the pillows in the guest room.
“If you need anything else, let me know.”
“I need something to sleep in.”
“Will a T-shirt be fine?”
“Yes, that'll do.”
He nodded, and shortly after came back with a white T-shirt. He placed it on the counter next to my towels, and glanced at me as I stood with the back of my dress partially unzipped. I pulled my hair over to the side and turned my back towards him.
“Can you help me with this zipper,” I asked. “I think it's stuck.”
He came up from behind, unzipping my dress to the middle of my butt. Since I didn't have on any panties, I was sure he'd gotten a peek.
“It didn't seem stuck to me,” he said. He walked back over to the doors. “Enjoy,” he said, and then closed them.
I knew Shane wanted me just as much as I wanted him. One of us was about to give in, but after what happened the last time we were together, it wasn't going to be me.
I got naked and walked to the doors to open them. Shane lay across his bed while paging through a magazine.
“It's a bit stuffy in here,” I said. “If you don't mind, I'd like to leave the doors open.”
Shane gazed at my naked body and I could only imagine where his mind was when I turned my back. I stepped up the three steps that led to the glass shower and stood inside. Before turning on the water, I looked to see if he was watching me. His eyes were focused on the magazine in front of him.
Warm water sprayed out and dripped down my body. I lathered soap in my hands, rubbing it all over my body. I looked up again, but this time, Shane's eyes connected with mine. We just stared, waiting to see who would make the next move. Without looking down, he turned the page to the magazine, and then lowered his head again.
I got back to cleansing my body and noticed Shane's eyes glued to me again. This time, I had even more lather on me and massaged my soapy breasts together. My nipples were erect, and as the water ran between my legs, I lowered my soapy hand and rubbed between my upper thighs. I figured I'd give Shane a little something extra to watch, so I turned around and bent over. I scrubbed my ankles and allowed the water to drip down and rinse me.
As soon as I turned around, Shane had slid the glass door over. He was naked and stepped inside to join me.
“You're a dick teaser,” he said with a sponge in his hand.
“Since you're standing here, I guess I must be good at what I do, huh?”
“Damn good,” he admitted. He touched the side of my face with his hand and moved my wet hair away from my eyes. Our lips met up and the water sprayed on both of our faces. I felt his hard dick pressing against my stomach and couldn't wait for him to get inside of me. We had already wasted too much time, so I reached down and stroked his goods with my hands. I could tell by his heavy breathing that he enjoyed my touch.
I waited until the water rinsed Shane's dick, then edged up on the tips of my toes. I placed his pipe between my legs, allowing him to separate me, and guide against my walls. I tightly grabbed his muscular ass, each time he backed up, slid back in, and pressed against my clit with the tip of his overly thick head. The feel of it had me going crazy and I was ready to cut the foreplay.
I backed away from his lips and looked into his eyes. “Lift me up and give me what I want,” I whispered. He stared at me and backed his dick out from between my legs. He lathered the sponge with soap and water and turned me around to face the shower's wall. With warm water still dripping down my body, he used the sponge to wash me. As he worked my back with the sponge, he reached his other hand around to my front side and massaged my breasts. When he lowered the sponge to my ass and washed it, he lowered his hand down my front side and circled his fingers around my clit. I closed my eyes and held my hair up in my hands. I bit down on my lip because the feeling was right where I needed it to be.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. I spread my legs further apart and Shane dropped the sponge to the shower's floor. He continued to rub my clit and used his other hand to insert my kitty cat from behind. It purred for him and he fingered me good. So good that I was surely about to cum.
“Shaaane,” I moaned. “I don't want to come like this. Please put it inside. Now.” I demanded.
He removed his hand from my clit, but continued to work me from the backside. “How bad do you want it?”
“Really, really bad.”
“And, how bad is really bad.”
“So . . . so bad that I can already feel it.”
“That's good,” he said, removing his fingers from inside me. I bent slightly over and Shane stood behind me. He opened me up from behind, and finally, made his way in. I gasped from the feeling and we both needed a moment to regroup. The intensity made both of us want to cum quickly.
“See, this is what you get for teasing me,” he said. “Now, don't move. Just give me a minute.”
“You're the one teasing me. If you move, I'm cumming. I'm warning you.”
Shane stood for a moment and calmed himself. I closed my eyes as he rubbed the dripping water up and down on my back. He slowly navigated in and out of me, gripping his hands into my hips. His pipe touched every corner of my walls and completely filled my insides. I could feel him in my abdomen and I let it be known by the sounds of my soft moans.
“Mmmm, this feels so good, baby. I've waited a long, long time to feel like this again,” I said.
Shane didn't respond. He kept with his slow and smooth stroking, and my knees were about to buckle. He felt my insides grip on his dick and dug his fingers into my hips to hold my body in place.
“Take your time,” he suggested. “Let it flow down so I can feel it.”
Shane changed his rhythm and sped up the pace. Soon, our gushy juices made the exchange and he backed out of me. Both of us wanted more pleasure, so we rinsed ourselves and headed for his bed. I sat on the edge and he stood in front of me. He placed one foot on the bed and I welcomed his hardness in my mouth. I polished it well, leaving it shiny as ever.
Shane moaned with pleasure; a bunch of my hair was tied up in his hands and his grips on my hair got tighter and tighter.
“I ain't cumming like this,” he said. He backed out of my mouth and reached for something in his dresser drawer. He pulled out a squeeze container of K-Y Jelly and rubbed it on his goods. Thinking that he was ready to enter me, I backed up on the bed. I lay on my back and Shane eased up to me and straddled my stomach. He placed his pleasure between my breasts and held them close together. He slid his pipe in between them, and while lightly rubbing my nipples with his thumbs; it turned me on even more. I damn near went crazy, and inserted my finger inside of myself to bring down more juices. Shane had no problem lowering himself and brushing his lips against my wet hole. He licked up and down my slit, and then his tongue made a strategic and fierce move.
My mind went back to our encounter several years ago. He'd made me cum in an instant by loving my insides, and I'll be darn if he didn't do it again. He vibrated his tongue deeply inside of me and received a healthy taste of me.
Our first sex session went on for hours. I was the one to call it quits, because my insides throbbed from the slight soreness his thick package had delivered.
“Shane, this is it for me,” I said, as my heart beat fast. I lay on my stomach, with my butt hiked in the air.
“I'm almost there,” he said, stroking me from behind. “And if you want to call it quits, then I suggest you get there, too.”
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