Confessions (9 page)

“I hope you're not upset we didn't go out to a restaurant. You mentioned you loved Mexican, so I thought what better place to have a quiet romantic evening than at my house.”

“No, I love it. The only thing missing is margaritas.”

“Oh, shit!” Kenyon rose and scrambled into the kitchen, then came back holding a pitcher of frozen lime margaritas and two glasses. “I almost forgot.”

I took the glasses from his hand and set them on the table while he poured. “Felipe made us a batch right before we got here. You want salt?”

I frowned. “No. I don't like salt.”

“Good. Neither do I.”

He sat down and we snacked on homemade tortilla chips and salsa while sipping our drinks. Everything was good. The guitarist played another song, and I slipped off my boots.

“Go ahead and get comfortable. I want you to feel at home.”

Felipe came in carrying a tray of fajitas with chicken, shrimp and beef. There were even flour tortillas.

“Muchas gracias,”
I said. I knew a little Spanish—not much, but at least I didn't sound as goofy as Kenyon did.

“
De nada, Señora
.”

The food looked good and smelled even better.

“I'll leave the two of you alone.”

Kenyon rose and gave him dap. “Yo man, thanks for everything.”

“No problem. I told you I owed you one. I'll clean up the kitchen and then we'll be on our way.”

As soon as he left the room I leaned across the table and whispered, “Owed him one?”

Kenyon looked a little uncomfortable. “I helped his sister one weekend when Felipe was out of town. She was stranded on the side of the highway in the middle of the night. I went and picked her up.”

“That sounds heroic of you.”

“That could have been one of my sisters.” He shrugged. “I try to think of myself as a good person. There is nothing I won't do for my friends.”

I wondered what his limits were when it came to the woman in his life. I was interested in finding out. I waited until he fixed both our plates, then dug in. The food was delicious. The steak was tender. The margaritas were to die for.

“Felipe,
la comida
is wonderful!” I shouted into the other room.

He stuck his head out. “
Gracias, Señora
.”

The guitarist continued to play while we ate. Kenyon and I talked about sports and the crazy Missouri weather. We ate, joked around and then somehow our discussion led to sex. Blame it on the margaritas.

“What's your favorite position?” I asked.

Kenyon gave me a strange look, and I slurped too much and got an instant brain freeze. “Ouch!”

“You okay?” he asked. I could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh.

I held up my index finger. “Yeah…in a minute…. Okay…I'm fine now.”

“To answer your question, I love giving it to a woman from behind. Something about slapping against her phat ass turns me on.” He reached for a chip. “What about you?”

Oh, my coochie was drooling now. “I also love it doggy. I think I get a deeper penetration that way.”

“I definitely agree.”

We were both sitting there sipping our drinks, staring at each other like two damn fools, when Felipe stepped into the room. “All done, my friend. I think we're gonna head out.”

The thought of the two of us finally being alone made my nipples hard. I rose, thanked the musicians and tried to give them a tip, but Kenyon refused, said he had already taken care of it. I watched the three of them leave. As soon as Kenyon shut the door, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Oh, but his lips tasted delicious, especially with the smell of tequila on his breath. I don't know if I was just horny or if Kenyon was just capable of making me feel that damn good. I clung to him and leaned my body as close as I possibly could. His hand came around to cup my breast, and when I moaned he reached for the zipper on my jumpsuit and slipped his hand inside. I practically came when his fingers started caressing my nipples.

“You are so damn sexy,” he whispered close to my ear.

I moaned and reached down and started unbuckling his jeans. I was going to come on myself if I didn't have him inside me soon. I wanted to ride him hard.

“Let's take this to my room.” He removed his hand and I almost screamed for him to put his fingers back inside my bra. Instead I followed him to his bedroom ready for more. I took in his king-size bed and the large, flat-screen television, then focused my attention back on the man in front of me.

Kenyon slipped off his shirt, and I gazed down at his fabulous chest and moaned. I'd never seen a six-pack looked that good.

“Come're.”

Obediently I moved in front of him and allowed him to unzip my jumpsuit, then slide it off my shoulders and down around my waist. Without breaking eye contact, I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the floor. He palmed my breasts.

“You're beautiful.”

“You're not bad yourself.”

I reached for his buckle, then released his zipper. Okay, here we were. The moment of truth…. I reached inside and…damn! I tried to hide my disappointment. Kenyon had length, plenty of that, but his penis was skinny. I squeezed it, hoping it would swell inside my hand, but it didn't. That sucker was already hard as a rock, which meant what you see was what my ass was going to get.

“That's your dick,” he whispered against my nose.

Gee…thanks.

“I don't believe in sleeping with more than one woman. I've always been particular about who I mess with.” He pulsed in my hand, and my coochie responded. As horny as I was, anything would do about now, even if it was no wider than a hot dog.
Girl, as long as he scratches your itch that's all that really matters.
Okay, that might not be totally true, but at least it's a start.

I stepped out of my jumpsuit and panties and watched him while he slipped off his jeans. He had some powerful legs, but they were skinny just like his dick. We moved over to the bed and he lay on top of me and started kissing me, starting at my lips and working his way down…all the way down. When his tongue dipped in between my thighs, I cried out. “Yessss…oooooh…that feels soooo good!”

I reached down and held his head in place, not letting him stop until I came. As soon as my legs collapsed, he reached over in the drawer for a condom and slipped it on, then positioned himself and slid inside. I was so wet I was afraid I wasn't going to feel anything, but it wasn't long before it started feeling good. I mean really, really good. I was rocking my hips with him.

“That's it. Give it to me.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved with him. Kenyon lifted up and plunged with deep, even strokes that had me moaning and crying out. “Yessss! Yes, Kenyon!”

“Whose pussy is it?”

“It's yours, baby.” Right then, I would have said just about anything.

“Whose?”

I opened my eyes and found him staring down at me with a look of seriousness on his face. “Yours. Ain't nobody getting this but you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good, because this dick is all yours.” He rose up on his arms, and you would have thought he was doing push-ups the way his body rose and lowered on top of me, plunging deeper and deeper. I was crying out. My head was thrashing on the pillow. Kenyon was proof it was all about the way you worked it. I was seconds away from coming when he rose and pulled my hips down to the end of the bed.

“Turn over.”

I immediately complied, then raised my hips in the air, ready for a deep plunge. He started pounding, and I rocked my hips back to meet each and every one of his strokes. Within seconds, I called out his name. “Kenyon…yes, baby. Yessss! That's my dick. That's mine. I don't want nobody getting this but me!”

“You don't have to worry. I don't want nobody but you.”

I was delirious and saying shit I wasn't even conscious of saying. All I knew was, it had been too long since I'd had some. It wasn't long before I came hard, and Kenyon was seconds behind me.

“I fin to come! Here it coooooomes!” He moaned and penetrated deeply, then collapsed on top of me.

Kenyon lifted me in his arms, and I heard myself giggling like a schoolgirl. He lowered me to the center of the bed and lay beside me. “Come're, girl.”

I rolled into his arms, and he held me against his slick, hard body. “Mmm, you feel so good.”

“You do too.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Nikki, I'm gonna tell you. I'm not into games. I'm feeling you. And this ain't about sex. I mean…I would love to see where this relationship leads.”

I threw my leg over his and buried my face against his chest. “I'm feeling you too.” Maybe it was just the sex, but I hadn't felt like this in years.

“Don't say that if you don't mean it. I could see myself falling in love with you,” he warned.

I lifted my head and looked up into his sexy eyes. “I never say anything I don't mean.”

He brought his juicy lips to mine, and I sucked on the bottom one, loving the way it felt between my own. I had found a good man who was interested in me…only me, and that made me feel good. Kenyon slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was straddling him, rocking my hips back and forth, and minutes turned into hours before I finally cuddled in his arms and drifted off to sleep.

I pulled my Benz onto the dealership parking lot and stepped out in a black pencil skirt that hugged every curve and a white ruffle top covered by a short suede jacket. On my feet was a pair of five hundred dollar black stiletto boots making me feel sexy as hell. Not only did I need to feel sexy but look it as well. I swung my purse over my shoulder, then browsed down the first row of luxury cars. It was important I stood close enough to the door that any salesman on the floor would see me. Because I was there to be noticed.

A short white dude quickly headed my way. I frowned. He was not at all who I was looking for.

“Good afternoon, ma'am, may I help you?” he asked.

I looked him up and down. “No, I'm just looking around.”

He glanced over at my CLK 350 and saw dollar signs. “If I can be of assistance—”

“You can't”—I cut off his sales pitch with a wide, fake smile—“but thank you so much for asking.”

He dropped his head, nodded, then moved on to help a fat woman with a baby on her hip. I didn't mean to embarrass the man, but there was really no point in him wasting my time or his.

“Well, well, tell me you're here to see me.”

I glanced up and spotted Michael coming my way in a pink dress shirt and tie. A man after my own heart. Not every man can get away with that color, but he could. “Ohhhkay…I came to see you.”

He smiled and I watched his eyes peruse the length of my legs before settling right at the cleavage I made sure went noticed with the low-cut blouse.

“Actually, I am thinking about trading my car in.”

“Why? A woman who looks like you is supposed to drive a Benz.”

Of course I am. I acknowledged his comment with a smile. “Mmm-hmm, I agree, but I'm trying to buy a new house and I don't know how I am gonna be able to afford both.” I love playing the damsel in distress because there's always a man ready, willing, and, most important,
able
to rescue.

“Well, maybe I can help you with that little problem of yours. That's if…you want my help.”

I gazed at Michael underneath my lashes while chewing on my bottom lip. “Depends on what kind of help you're offering?” I asked sweetly.

Reaching up, he grazed his thumb along my cheek. His voice was low, soft, and understanding. “Then maybe we can work something out in trade.”

I moved in close and placed my hand to his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard body against my skin. “I need three grand to put down on a house I want. You think you can help me out?” I asked, testing him.

“The question is, can
you
help me out?” A wicked gleam glistened in his eyes that said he wanted some of this caramel goodness bad enough to pay for it.

“I can help you in more ways than you could ever imagine.” He gave me a long, hard look. I was making my intentions known because I was ready to add him to my list of sponsors. “You've been trying to get some of this for almost a year now. How much are you willing to pay to finally have a taste?”

He didn't hesitate, and that was a good thing. “Whatever you need, sexy. I take care of my women.”

“Boo, this is the show-me state. What you need to be doing is meeting me someplace and showing me how much you want me.”

Michael turned and went back inside while I returned to my car and waited. I was about to wear his ass out.

Last night was the last straw with Smooth. That man couldn't get a hard-on without his girlfriend…Levitra. I was getting tired of jacking him off while waiting for the pill to kick in, then I had to ride his dick because him being on top was a waste of time. His belly was in the way. Every time I was with him, I had to remind myself that looks and good dick had nothing to do with this. But I was starting to think I needed to find a substitute quick or start charging that fool for overtime. After seeing Michael the other day at the office, I knew he was someone who was willing to pay for the coochie. Watching Michael leaving with Maureen, I decided what the hell. The man…the money…and the means. I needed a new house, and nothing or no one was going to stand in my way. Even Levitra, if I had the patience for another episode.

It wasn't long before Michael came out and hopped into a silver Escalade truck with dealer plates. I followed him to a hotel on the outskirts of town. I waited for him to pay, get the key and go inside before I climbed out the car and walked to room 2A.

“So how we gonna do this?” he said as soon as I shut the door.

I tossed my jacket onto a nearby chair, then unzipped my skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. I did the same with my shirt, then struck a pose in a red bra and matching G-string, making sure he saw he was getting well more than his money's worth. “You pay, you play,” I purred, then squeezed my breasts together.

His eyes were glued to my double Ds while he reached for his wallet and pulled out several one hundred dollar bills. “Check this out…I've got a thousand on me, but you make it worthwhile, you'll have the rest of the money by the end of the day, plus there's plenty more where that came from.” He dropped his pants and stepped toward me. I pushed him away.

“Uhhh-uhhh. Boo, this ain't store credit. I'm just like layaway. You don't get the merchandise until you pay for it.” What kind of fool did he take me for? I moved over to the bed and took a seat, still wearing my boots, and waited.

“You're playing, right?” Michael asked with his hand holding his crotch.

I slipped off the G-string, then slid back on the bed with my legs spread wide and eased two fingers inside my kitty. “Do I look like I'm kidding?”

“I-I guess I…I could r-run to the bank.” I had that fool stuttering and ready to come all over himself.

“Don't you keep a checkbook?”

His brow rose suspiciously. “Yeah…in the car.”

“Shit, I know where you work…your wife too. Go get it and don't keep me waiting. Time is money.” That fool buckled his pants and ran out the door so fast, he almost fell on his face.

Shit, I accept it all, cash, check and credit cards. I wasn't worried about Michael playing me, because if the check was rubber, you better believe Ms. Netta was going to clown his ass.

Michael came back, and I waited until a check was made out in my name before I reached for his zipper and lowered his pants and a pair of tighty whities. It took everything I had not to laugh. The way Maureen was always bragging, you would have thought her man was packing. That fool had barely enough to wrap my fingers around. I licked my lips. This was going to be easy. I dropped down to my knees and sucked him like it was a lollipop.

“Oooh, yeahhh, just like that…just like that!” He panted.

I know. He didn't have to tell me I was good. What he was about to find out was I had skills. Mad skills. I mastered the art of pleasing a man. I planned to enjoy him. Devour him completely so I became an addiction he couldn't do without.

His hips were rocking following the rhythm of my mouth. I worked him a little longer, then rose. “Lie on the bed,” I ordered.

Michael looked pleased to have a woman in charge. “Damn, I've been dreaming about getting some of this for a long time.”

You and hundreds of others.

My body hummed with need and my inner thighs ached. This was strictly business, but that didn't mean I couldn't get a little satisfaction out of the afternoon just as long as I was running things. I straddled him, rubbing my clit against his hard length. Teasing him. Michael reached up and unfastened my bra and tossed it aside.

“Damn, your titties are pretty.”

He felt them, tasted them. Leaning forward he closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked. I answered with a moan. Oh, did his tongue feel good. But there was no time for falling under his spell. I had to stay in control. I slid my hands along his body, stroking him down until I reached for his dick and slid my hand along his length, measuring all five inches. “You want me?”

“Hell, yeah, I want some,” he replied, his voice sounding a little strained.

“How badly you want it?” I asked as I fondled him.

He moaned, then chuckled. “Three grand bad.”

I had to laugh at that. He definitely wanted some of me really bad to spend that much, but I definitely wasn't complaining. And I would make sure he got his money's worth. Ms. Netta offered a money-back guarantee, and so far no one had demanded a refund.

I reached for a condom I had already slipped underneath the pillow while he was out at his car, and I eased it over the tip. Michael's breathing became short and uneven. Without missing a beat, I turned around so my ass was facing him, then eased up on my knees and lowered over his length…slowly, torturing him before moving to long, hard thrusts. In no time I had him saying my name.

After putting in a fabulous performance, I showered, then promised to get together again over the weekend. Smiling, I moved to my car, repaired my makeup and pulled away. Keeping Michael on retainer was definitely going to be an asset.

When I reached the strip mall, I parked, then climbed out my car and moved inside the bank with a grand in my purse and the check for two grand from Michael's personal account in hand. I moved through the door just as Maureen was coming out, swinging her hips like she was all that in a long winter white coat.

“Hey, Trinette,” she sang. “Three more days before I close on my house! I had to make sure everything was in order. How was your lunch?” she called over her shoulder.

“Better than you'll ever know,” I replied with a smirk as I moved up to the teller and handed her the check. “And it will only get better.”