Never Keeping Secrets (11 page)

“M
s. Johnson . . . Ms. Johnson. We're here.”

Danielle lightly smacked her lips as she opened her eyes and sat up. When her vision focused she looked into the smiling face of her driver. “Thank you,” she said, smoothing her hand over her slicked-back ponytail before she picked her tote up from the floor of the limousine.

She stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of The Top. It felt good to lay eyes on the building. It felt like home and for a former foster kid that was huge.

“Thank you,” she told the driver again, a burly man with flaming red hair and startling green eyes. She passed him a tip.

“Good night, ma'am,” he said, sounding more Kentucky than Jersey.

Danielle entered the building with a yawn. It was just after nine but she felt exhausted. First her flight from Los Angeles and then the ride from New York to New Jersey.

She was in town to attend a movie premiere and had her own junior suite at the Hotel Gansevoort in New York, but she had wanted to check on her apartment. For the rest of the weekend her day would be filled with preparations for the premiere. Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Going over the facts the producers provided to make sure she asked the best questions on the carpet. Reading up on the details of the movie.

“You're late.”

Danielle looked over to her left at the sound of the deep voice. Pleasure sat in one of the leather club chairs surrounding a low-slung wooden table. He was dressed in black track pants, a snug-fitting tee with a baseball cap over his thin dreads. Just like he was every time she saw him. She decided to meet him at her apartment and not at the hotel where the rest of the
A-List
staff were staying. Her business was her business. Especially sex for pay. “My dime, my time.”

He smiled and he rose to his full height. “Tick-tock.”

They walked together to the elevator. Danielle was relatively tall for a woman at five foot eight, but a tall and well-built man like Pleasure made her feel delicate and small. “I thought you weren't coming,” she said, as they stepped into the elevator like two strangers.

“Last-minute cancellation.”

She cut her eyes up at him. “You're a busy man.”

Pleasure cut his eyes down at her. “Business is good.”

“I bet it is,” she said.

He chuckled.

“I'm curious,” she said, turning to lean against the rear wall of the elevator and look up at him. “Ever fell for one of us?”

He looked down at her briefly before turning his head back to look out toward the closed elevator doors. “Almost.”

“Free dick and all?”

A broad smile spread across his handsome chocolate face. “Free dick and all.”

“Does she know?” Danielle asked as the elevator stopped on her floor.

He shook his head.

“Still . . . seeing her?”

“She no longer needed my services.”

They walked to her door.

“Did that bother you?” she asked.

“Nope, because I made sure she wouldn't want my services anymore.”

Danielle nodded in understanding. “You set her free.”

He didn't say anything else. That was fine because Danielle was done with her questions. Whatever fatigue she felt had already began to dissipate when she laid eyes on him. Whatever fatigue was left after completely vanished as she turned on the lights inside her apartment.

Pleasure dropped the athletic duffel bag he held and instantly picked her up into his arms. “Bedroom,” he said.

Danielle pointed to the hall as she splayed her fingers against his strong shoulder and used one foot to kick off the shoe of the other. They dropped with resonating thuds as he carried her across the living room and down the hall to the room at the end.

He set her down on her bare feet and then sat on the foot of her bed, pulling her body between his thighs. And she stood as he slowly undressed her of the sheer blouse and pencil skirt she wore. Next were her lace bikinis and demi-bra. With each layer of clothing he removed and let drop to the floor he pressed kisses to her skin.

And when she stood before him naked and exposed, he rose and lifted his arms high above his head for her to undress him. She did; repaying him in kind with heated and moist kisses to his skin as she exposed every inch of the hard contours of his body.

They fell on the bed together and he used his body to press her down into the softness before rising to his knees. His dick was hard and curving from his body like a strong upper arm as he began to massage her body from head to toe.

Danielle lay back and gave in to the pleasure.

He was worth every cent and she needed it. He knew how to take his time and miss not one spot on a woman's body. His focus—his aim—was to please. His name suited him well.

Danielle hollered out as he slid the first few inches of dick into her from behind, his hands twisted in her hair, pulling her head backward as he delivered delicious thrust after thrust.

“You need this dick, don't you?” he asked, his voice deeper than his thrust—and that was no small feat.

“Yes,” Danielle cried out, feeling his sweat drip from his body onto her buttocks.

“Tell me,” he ordered, his voice steady but determined.

“I need that dick,” she whispered, her voice tired from the exertion of being fucked well.

“I'm fucking the shit out of you, ain't I?” he asked, sucking his thumb before he gently worked it into her ass.

“Yes,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip.

“What's my name?”

“Pleasure, motherfucker.”

He chuckled and slapped her fleshy and full ass.
WHAP.
“What's my motherfucking name?” he asked with a deep, hard thrust that caused the soft hairs surrounding his dick to press against her pussy from behind.

“Pleasure,” she cried out.

“And what do I give?”

Danielle bit her bottom lip as she grabbed a pillow and pressed her face into it. “Pleasure,” she mumbled into the sweet coolness.

Danielle lifted her head from the pillow.

Pleasure kept plowing away behind her. Thumb still in ass. Dick steadily filling her as he bent over her to massage her nipples the way he knew she loved.

She got lost in him again as he pulled his condom-covered dick out of her just long enough to slap it soundly against her ass, slide it up and down the length of her open core before he slid back in her in one hard thrust. “Shit,” she swore, as he moved to squat behind her with his hands pressed into her shoulders as he delivered tiny thrusts that were just as lethal as anything in his sex arsenal.

Danielle lifted her head from the sweat-soaked pillow again.

“You want to get that door or get this dick?” he asked, patient as ever.

Danielle's heart was pounding. “Let me see who it is,” she said.

Pleasure gave both of her ass cheeks a light tap before he pulled his dick out of her and lay down on the bed.

She climbed off the bed and grabbed a silky housecoat from the door of her walk-in closet, pulling it on as she left the bedroom. She raked her fingers through the lost curls of her hair, crossing the living room and looking out the peephole of the door. She dropped back down onto her bare feet at the sight of Omari standing there.

No one even knew she was in town.

She looked over her shoulder toward her bedroom and then back at the door before she finally opened it. “Hi, Omari,” she said, hiding her body behind the door. “I was in bed.”

He smiled at her, looking handsome and dapper in a linen suit with rich brown leather accessories and a crisp white shirt. “I just happened to be pulling into the parking garage when I saw the limo dropping you off. I thought I would stop by and welcome you back to town.”

Danielle smiled at him genuinely. The man was fine. His style of dress fashionable. And his persistence endearing. But she was not looking for a relationship.

She turned the deadbolt lock on her door and then stepped out into the hallway, letting the door close behind her. She crossed her arms over her chest to keep her nipples from pressing against the thin silk. “Omari, listen, I have to be honest with you. I'm really focused on my career and I am not looking for a relationship right now. I just can't be distracted from my goals. I don't multitask very well and right now it's all about my career.”

He leaned against the wall and looked down at her. “I'm a busy man myself so I can understand and the fact that you are so driven makes your fine ass even more attractive to me,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest.

Danielle looked down at her bare feet and her nude-colored toenails. There was something about the man that gave her that thrill.

He reached out and lightly touched her chin to lift her face up. “Listen, you're in LA and I'm here, so let's just take it easy. Chill. Enjoy dinner when we're in each other's town. Nothing major. Grown folks shit.”

Her face tingled where his hand touched her chin. “Nothing major,” she stressed with a meaningful look.

He chuckled deep in his chest before he lowered his head and lightly pressed his lips to hers. Curious, it was Danielle who reached up to grab the sides of his face and deepen the kiss. It was slow and deliberate. Warm and tasteful. Simply electrifying. She moaned as his hands came down to her waist to pull her body close to his as he gently sucked the tip of her tongue. She felt her clit come alive again.

And then she remembered Pleasure waiting for her in bed.

With regret she ended the kiss. “I don't have to be in New York until three so I'll call that number you gave me in the morning.”

Omari nodded and turned to stroll with pure swagger to the elevators. He gave her one last look before stepping into the elevator. “In the morning?” he said, pointing at her with a smile.

Danielle just nodded and gave him a wave before she turned and entered her apartment, removing the deadbolt lock before she closed it securely. She grabbed enough hundred dollar bills to pay his fee and then slipped the robe from her body to walk back to the bedroom naked.

Pleasure was lying in the middle of the bed stroking his snakelike dick back to life as he put on a new condom. Danielle sat the money on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, straddling him. She leaned down to sway her hard nipples against his mouth. Pleasure moaned as he tilted his chin up to capture one in his mouth and swirled his tongue against the chocolate bud.

Her horniness was intensified by the pure chemistry she experienced with Omari at the door. Pleasure was hell in bed and had a dick that should be licensed but they both were clear that it was just sex and so there was no chemistry. They would never make love. They fucked each other. Simple and plain.

She swatted his hands away and sat up to guide his dick inside her as she took the lead of what could be their last session. If Omari was even half as good as Pleasure and willing then she saw no need to pay for dick.

Danielle played with Pleasure's nipples as she circled her hips against him, sending the hard shaft of his dick in slick movements against her clit.

Danielle wanted to cum and she was going for it.

But Pleasure was used to being in control and so he dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and rocked his hips back and forth on the bed, intensifying each thrust.

“Ah,” Danielle cried, leaning back and covering her eyes with her forearm as she felt an explosive nut brewing in her.

Pleasure moved quickly and grabbed Danielle around the waist, his dick still buried deep within her, and turned her onto her back. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and twisted his body at an angle as he continued to clench and unclench his hard buttocks with every stroke of his dick against her walls.

Danielle's head hung off the bed and she didn't give a damn. Pleasure pressed his thumb against her clit and quickened his pumps. She cried out as tiny explosions went off inside her until one big continuous spasm of white-hot release coated his dick.

He turned his head and sucked at a spot on her calf, his eyes tightly closed as his body tensed with the first fiery jolt of his cum. It was a struggle to ignore the sensitivity of his tip as he fought to continue plunging his dick inside of her again and again until they both were spent.

“Whoo,” Danielle sighed, feeling out of breath as her heart pounded fast and hard.

Pleasure fell back onto the bed and used his strong grip to pull her up more so that her head no longer dangled like a test dummy. “I don't know who was at the door but thank them for me,” he said, his hand splayed across his chest as it rose and fell with his labored breathing.

Danielle curled up onto her side as she felt sleep coming on strong. “You can catch a nap for a couple of hours if you need to,” she said, her voice slightly muffled by the pillows her face was sunk into.

Pleasure chuckled as he sat up in bed. “Oh this some eat-and-run type shit,” he teased, walking over to the bathroom with the condom still clinging onto his dick.

Moments later she heard the toilet flush.

And that was all she heard as she gave in to the rest her body needed.