Days of Desire (5 page)

“I got next; so Parker please excuse us. Robin and I have some unfinished business to take care of. Right Robin?”

“Vic man, we…”

“Parker, I don’t want to hear shit you got to say dude. Just get the fuck out of here. And if I were you, I wouldn’t come back anytime soon.”

“Naw, you get the fuck out! You interrupted a shower that was for two - the muthafucking two of us.”

“Well, times up; now get the fuck out like I said!” His baby face and curly fro did nothing to make his linebacker ph
ysique any less intimating.

“Fuck you dude! I ain’t doing…”

“Parker, please excuse Victor and I for a little while.” Robin requested softly. Her teary eyes never left Victor’s furious glare.

“Are you sure?” Parker asked as he shut off the shower and reached for their towels.

“Yeah, she’s sure Parker. Now get the hell out! While you’re at it, find someplace else to live.”

“Vic, I’m not…”

“Parker just go; let me talk to him. Give us a minute okay?” Robin pleaded.

Parker locked eyes momentarily with Robin then left, but not b
efore slamming the bathroom door behind him. Five minutes later, he slammed the front door on his way out.

“Really Robin; in my fucking house!? With the only other person I trusted in the world besides you. Furthermore, you know how I feel about you.”

“Victor, I am so sorry I did what I did in your…”

“No, you’re sorry you got caught.”

“No Victor, I’m sorry about disrespecting you in your home, not about what I did and what I really want to do again. I’m not your woman Victor. I’m your friend; and a damn good one. And so is Parker. You will not treat us like shit because you walked in on us having se…”

Victor pulled Robin into his arms, picked her up and kissed her with 29 years of pent-up infatuation. When Victor’s soft lips first came crashing down on hers, Robin was pissed that he was a
dvancing on her without even the slightest bit of consent to do so. On the other hand, there was something about the demanding way he kissed her that wouldn’t let her push him away. Victor explored Robin’s juicy lips and beautiful mouth with great urgency. Yet, he was so patient. Robin had never been kissed like this before; it was as if her entire body was being tongue kissed into erotic submission. Nevertheless, she refused to permit herself to get lost in this type of ecstasy with her best friend any longer. Therefore, she attempted to back away from the insane pleasure Victor was causing to spread throughout her body. As soon as Victor felt her tense up, he sucked Robin’s bottom lip into his mouth. Then, he quickly slid his thick tongue between her lips and painstakingly tongued her before finally letting her up for air. She was ashamed to admit it but she had to have more.

As Victor loosened his hold on Robin and lowered her back to her feet, she was speechless and hornier than she’d ever been in her life. Victor met her with an intense gaze
before breaking eye contact and walking across the bathroom to his medicine cabinet. All the while, his tall frame and piercing brown eyes dared her to move even an inch. Instead of trying to find the right words to curse Victor out for helping himself to her body, Robin was striving to determine how it was that her pussy was still throbbing to the rhythm of his kiss.

For a split second, she even wondered if Victor had placed some type of sex spell on her like they did to the characters on the late night
Cinemax
adult flicks she would sometimes watch. Shaking off the ridiculous thought, Robin turned her back to Victor, and headed toward the door when his smooth, deep voice halted her next step.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh, I-I was going to grab my things and he-head home.” She stuttered.

In two strides, Victor was in front of her, ripping the towel from her body and turning her to face him.

“You’re not going home Robin. Please, go have a seat on the couch.”

“Victor I…”

“Robin go… Forget it, I’ll take you in there myself but you’re not going home anytime soon.”

“I just don’t…”

“Please don’t make me tie you up Robin.”

At the mention of being tied up, without delay, Robin felt her we
tness begin to soak her plump, silky lips and thick thighs. Grabbing her by the hand, Victor led her toward the living room, stopping momentarily at the linen closet to grab two extra-large down comforters. After motioning for Robin to have a seat on the couch, Victor entered the kitchen in search of a small bottle of honey. When he returned to the living room, he noticed Robin was still standing and appeared to be a little uneasy. “What’s wrong, why didn’t you sit down?”

“I’m wet and didn’t want to ruin your couch.”

“Come here?”

Victor sat the honey on the coffee table then slid it across the room. Robin stood in front of Victor, excited and frightened at the same time.

“Spread your legs.”

“What?”

“Spread your legs, wider.”

When she widened her stance, Victor got down on his knees and positioned himself between her long legs. From his view of her pussy, he could see that she was getting wetter by the se
cond. Easing her drenched lips open, he slipped his tongue inside of her flowing wetness. Victor took two long circular licks of her sweet clit then asked her, “Do you think you can sit down now?”

“No, I’m even wetter than before.” Robin moaned.

“Really, maybe I should take another look then, huh?”

All Robin could do was nod her head yes. She couldn’t b
elieve this was happening and that it felt so fucking good.

Standing up, Victor laid the comforters on the floor then gently placed Robin in the center of them. Reaching for the honey, he drizzled it between her thighs and all over her pussy lips. He then spread Robin’s legs and drowned her clit with the remainder of the sweet, sticky condiment. The coolness of the honey co
mbined with where Victor was letting it drip was driving her insane with pleasure. Once he was content, Victor tossed the empty bottle aside, removed his sweater, crawled between Robin’s thighs then slipped his tongue inside of her sweet honey walls. He sucked and swirled and licked her clit and silky lips all at the same time. Her essence was soaking his face faster than a rainstorm. Her addictive taste mixed with the sweet taste of the honey had Victor licking her pussy lips like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Neither of them could get enough.

“Ohhhhh Victor! Oh yessss!” Robin’s moans of ecstasy repeatedly filled the room as she attempted to squirm away.

“Fuckkkkk, Victor!” Robin continued to scream when he swirled his tongue in the honey around her clit right before he pushed his tongue deep inside of her flowing river.

“Yes, yes, fuck me!” Robin was in heaven as Victor’s tongue brought her to the edge again and again. Robin begged and moaned. However, Victor wouldn’t allow her to topple completely into pure bliss until eventually, he heard a key being inserted in the door.

Robin didn’t hear a thing; she was too busy thrashing about and screaming. Conversely, Victor waited until he heard the front door open before tugging with the slightest bit of pressure on Robin’s clit before she screamed at the top of her lungs and came all over Victor’s face and in his mouth. Victor lapped up every single drop. When he heard the door close again, he smiled before picking up a still shaking Robin and carried her to his room.

His last thought before placing Robin in his king sized bed and removing the remainder of his clothes was all was fair in love and war. He kicked his bedroom door closed, climbed in the bed and slid his dick deep inside of Robin until they became one.

Peeping Emily

“Girl, this man is just too fine for his own damn good.” Emily d
eclared as she adjusted herself on the window seat in her bedroom, reaching for her binoculars which rested on the window ledge.

“Who?”

“My beautifully built neighbor, Antoine. Lord have mercy, I just want to lick all up and down that sexy hunk of chocolate.”

“Emily, you better stop before that man calls the police and tells them he’s got a peeping tom living next door to him.” Her best friend, Erica laughed over the phone.

“Whatever! And no he won’t, he doesn’t even know I’ve been watching him.”

“Alright, don’t call me when he finally figures out what you’re doing.”

“He’ll never find out.”

“Okay, how about we put a little money on it. Fifty bucks says he will.”

“Damn, why fifty?”

“Why are you worried about the amount if you’re so sure he’ll never find out?”

“Trust me, I’m not worried. I just…”

“Put up or shut up and admit that I’m right.”

“Aright fine, fifty it is.”

“Damn, I see your ass still can’t stand to be wrong. We aren’t 15 anymore, but I guess old habits die hard.” Erica laughed.

“It’s not that I don’t like being wrong, I’m just super confident when I know I’m right.”

“Righttt! Girl, you better tell that crap to someone who doesn’t know you! Anyway, I’ll talk to you later; my mom is cal
ling on the other line.”

“Okay, chow.”

“Bye peeping Emily.” Erica laughed.

“Shut up skank.” Emily chuckled as she ended the call and tossed her iPhone aside.

Thank you Jesus for days off and Indian summers. Emily smiled and stretched before heading into the kitchen.

Grabbing her favorite red wine glass, she poured herself a glass of Red Moscato, and rinsed off a bowl of fresh strawberries. She r
eturned to her seat just in time to see Antoine’s rippling six pack as he stood on his deck, removed his t-shirt then dove into the crystal clear water of the inground swimming pool in his backyard. Emily watched as he swam lap after lap with profound deliberation. He glided through the water with elegance and poise as his muscled legs, cut arms, and rippling, well-toned abs glistened in the sun.

“Ooohweee, that man can get it!” Emily shouted as she took a sip of her wine.

Emily spent the next five minutes enjoying her fine specimen of a neighbor when out of nowhere the sun obstructed her view.

“Noooo, please go away!” She shielded her eyes with one hand and tried to see if the vantage point
through her binoculars was any better.

“Damn it!”

She was pissed. But then she got an idea. Grabbing her binoculars, Emily ran down the hall to her spare bedroom. Smiling, she sighed with relief as she peered through the window at an unobstructed view. In fact, the scene in here was even better than her bedroom. Emily relaxed on her lounger and allowed her mind to conjure up all kinds of naughty things that she wanted her neighbor to do to her.

Before she knew it, she had her hands in her panties and was slowly sliding her fingers between her wet pussy lips. She didn’t realize she was moaning and calling her neighbor’s name until she heard birds chirping a little too clearly through a suppo
sedly closed window. Instantly, Emily slowed her strokes as realization hit her.

Please tell me I didn’t leave this window open
! Slowly, she turned around. Sure enough, the window was open and a heavenly breeze blew in and caressed her brown skin.

“Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Did he hear me?” Hazarding a peek outside the window, she noticed Antoine was now in his J
acuzzi with his head leaned back and eyes closed.

“Whew, he didn’t hear me.” Emily exhaled and went back to e
njoying the face and body of such a perfectly sculptured man when he waved.

“What’s this foolishness?”

Thinking her mind was playing tricks on her, Emily squeezed her eyes shut with her hands then opened them again. Once the room came back into focus, she slowly glanced out the window. What she saw almost gave her a heart attack. Not only was Antoine waving, he was looking back at her with his own binoculars. He grinned as he rose from the Jacuzzi then went inside his home.

“Oh my god, he saw me!” She slapped a hand to her for
ehead and began nervously biting her nails. “Erica was right; he’s going to call the cops on me.”

Emily began to pace back and forth across the floor trying to think of something believable to tell the police when her doo
rbell rang.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, he really called the cops on me! He must really be pissed about me invading his privacy.”
Well the eight foot privacy fence surrounding his property should’ve given you a clue
. Emily chastised herself as she quickly draped her red, silk robe over her belly shirt and panties then went to answer the door. When Emily opened it, she was shocked to see that it wasn’t the police after all. Antoine was standing on her doorstep in nothing but sweatpants, classic Jordan’s, and a pearly-white-panty-dissolving smile. If the rapper Nelly ever had a twin, he was standing directly in front of her. Emily had to bite back a moan of satisfaction.

“H-hi.” Emily stammered.

“Hello Emily.”
Damn, you are so beautiful
! Antoine stood there and committed every single detail of her luscious body to memory, which rivaled any Victoria’s Secret model.

“Um, is everything okay?”

“Actually no, do you mind if we speak inside?”

“Oh, uh, sure. Come on in.” Stepping aside, she allowed Antoine to enter her home then closed the door behind him.

“Leaning against the front door and holding the doorknob for support, Emily asked, “What’s this about?” By now, she was shaking.

Antoine walked up to Emily, trapping her between himself and the door.

“Well how about for starters, why you thought it was okay…to start moaning without me? I think that was pretty inconsiderate especially seeing as how you were calling my name, don’t you think?” Antoine whispered in her ear.

“Uh, I uh…”

“Oh come on now Emily, don’t get quiet on me now. I prefer the moaning Emily to this silent one.” Antoine teased as he placed gentle kisses along her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth while simultaneously running a hand between her trembling thighs.

“Emily?”

“Yes.” She exhaled, moaning deeply.

“Talk to me baby. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Antoine inquired as he placed kisses on her colla
rbone.

“I-I don’t know.”
Is this shit really happening!!!
?

“Oh, I think you do know; but I’m sure I can think of a way to make you talk.” In one fell swoop, Antoine quickly closed the little space between them, undid the belt on her robe then ripped her satin thong panties off so fast that Emily stifled a ner
vous scream. He shoved her panties in his pocket and ran his hands up her shirt until he reached her big breasts then gently squeezed.

“Ohhh.”

“What was that?” Antoine whispered between placing lingering kisses along her neck.

“Antoine I…is this a dream?”

“Oh no sexy, this is the real thing.” His hand found Emily’s dripping pussy then he slipped a finger inside.

“0hhh, Antoine…”

“There you go; me fingering you is as real as it gets baby. And it’s about to get even better.”

Antoine dropped his pants, picked Emily up and slipped inside her all in one smooth motion. “Antoineeeee!” Emily screamed when he penetrated her.

“That’s what I’m talking about baby, call my name.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moaned. Her legs began to shake when Antoine sucked a pebbled nibble into his mouth, remaining still so Emily could adjust to his size. However, when Emily wrapped her long legs around his waist, he couldn’t hold still any longer. He began moving inside her, purposely stro
king her wet heat incredibly slowly.

“Harder baby, harder please!”

“In due time baby. Right now, I’m going to tease you like you’ve taunted me for the past few months. I want to know just how wet you got while fantasizing about me and screaming my name in the middle of the night.” Antoine locked back onto Emily’s breasts, pulling all the way out of her warm cream then back inside again.

“Please, Antoine; I can’t take it anymore! Please fuck me harder!” Emily moaned and thrashed against the door. That was all Antoine needed to hear before his long strokes became relentless pounding as he continually pummeled into Emily.

“Oh my god yesssss; I’m about to cum!”

“Then cum baby; cum like you did while you were watc
hing me yesterday.”

The mere thought of Antoine knowing she was getting off on him pushed her over the edge. “I’m cumming.” Emily screamed. She came hard then went limp between the door and Antoine’s body. All the extra wetness was Antoine’s undoing as he growled and shot a load of cum deep inside of her. “Emily?”

“Yes?”

“Next time, I’d rather be the one who performs foreplay and pr
epares your body for me. Remember that the next time you want to play with yourself and moan my name; understood?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Good, now come on so I can tattoo my name in your pussy with my tongue by the swimming pool. Then make you scream my name in the Jacuzzi. Grab those strawberries you were sucking on upstairs; I have an idea.”

“Okay, g-give me a couple minutes. I’ll be right over.”

“Alright, but the longer you make me wait, the longer I’ll make you wait. Tell Erica I said hi when you call her. You may want to keep it short, because you’re going to be busy all night long.”