Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II (2 page)

“You’re nasty.”

He came a step closer, and I could smell his sweat. Even that was turning me on. “And you’re fine.”

“I’m also well-bred. I don’t tolerate men speaking to me in such a fashion.”That much was true. I was not used to men addressing me like that. The majority of the men I had dealt with felt like they had to impress my parents first, so they always went out of their way to be completely proper. That was why my sex life had been so drab. “I only hold conversations with gentlemen.”

I could tell by the way his eyes narrowed that he was offended. “Then why don’t you converse your ass back in the opposite direction?”

“This is a free country.” I stepped around him and started walking. “I can go wherever I please and do whatever I want.”

He grabbed my arm and swung me around. “What do you want to do right now?”

“For starters, I’d like for you to let go of my arm.” I tried to free my arm, but he overpowered me.

He started walking, pulling me along with him. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Let’s go where?” I asked out of curiosity. I was being accosted in Central Park, and instead of screaming for help, I was asking questions. Bad sign.

“My place, of course. It’s not that far. Unless you’d prefer me to sex you down right here in the park.”

His place? “You’re a lunatic!” I lashed out at him.

“And you’re fine.”

I could not help but blush. After all, that was the second time he had called me fine.

He stopped walking, let my arm go, and eyed me seductively. “I bet you wear nothing but the finest, sexiest lingerie. Probably silk or satin thongs and lacy, revealing bras.” He crossed his arms and cupped his elbows, looking me up and down. “On second thought, I don’t see you in thongs. I see you as a French-cut bikini type of sistah.”

“Hmph, you don’t know me,” I stated.

“But I’d like to know you.” He raised his eyebrows and looked me up and down some more, making me feel totally uncomfortable. “Back to my analysis. I bet you wear expensive perfume, two hundred dollars an ounce and up. You bathe in milk and honey and go to the salon once a week to get your hair done and your nails and toes tended to.”

“Are you done?” I was insulted because 90 percent of his statements were true. Was I so artificial that a complete stranger could read me like a book? “Since you think you know so much, why don’t you join the Psychic Network?”

“I’d rather do this.”

He leaned down and slipped his tongue in my mouth. I backed away and slapped him across the cheek.

“How dare you?”

“How dare I not?” He chuckled, rubbing his cheek. “I’m sorry, but I’m one of those people that realizes just how short life really is. To just let you walk away from me and risk the chance of never seeing you again is asinine.”

I’ll be damned if he was not making sense to me. “I see you know some big words after all.”

“Besides, you were following me for a reason.”

“For the last time, I wasn’t following you,” I stated vehemently, determined not to be classified as a stalker. “I was just on my way to, to, to…”

“Yes?” He smiled, awaiting the answer we both knew I could not supply.

“Oh, never mind. I don’t have to explain myself to you. You’re a complete stranger.”

“Just answer me two questions, and if you still want me to, I’ll walk away and never look back.”

“Fine.” He better not just walk away from me, I thought. “Go ahead.”

“Are you seriously involved with anyone right now?”

I saw no harm in answering that particular question. “No, but that’s because I work all the time, and—”

“A simple yes or no will do.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Your other question?”

“Has any man ever made you feel the way you imagined it would feel like in your dreams?”

How did he know I had sexual dreams? Damn him! “What makes you think I have dreams?”

“That’s answering a question with a question. Play fair.” I rolled my eyes at him again. “Everyone has dreams.”

“But that doesn’t mean everyone dreams about sex,” I countered.

“Most women do.”

“See, there goes that psychic ability of yours again.” I chuckled. “Did you take an official survey or what?”

“Don’t you want a man that asks you what you need, what you crave, what you yearn for, and actually cares enough to try to give it all to you?” He started playing with my hair, fingering it gently. “A man that not only talks the talk but walks the walk?” His fingers moved to my lips and started tracing the outline of them. “A man willing to move heaven and earth to make sure you get just as much pleasure out of making love as he does?”

“Stop it!” I squealed, stepping away from him. “Just stop it!”

“I can’t.” He closed the distance between us again and put his arm around my waist, using his other hand to hold my chin up so that I was forced to look at him. “I want you, and I don’t even know your name. You don’t even have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just come with me. Take a chance. Do something totally uncharacteristic in your normal life.”

“I’ve already done that once today by just being here in the park,” I said, wondering how far I was really willing to take this. “Twice in one day might be pushing it.”

“Life is about pushing past limits.” He gave me a peck on the lips and then drew my bottom lip into his mouth, suckling on it for a few seconds before letting it go. “Life is about doing everything you want while you still have a chance. Tomorrow is guaranteed to no one.”

I debated all of five seconds before I started tonguing the living daylights out of him.

His place was a dump. I was halfway afraid to even walk through the front door. He lived in a public housing complex, the projects, the type of place I had never been anywhere near in my entire life.

His one-bedroom apartment was dark and dank. As soon as he turned on the living room light, roaches scattered for cover.

“Um—I think I better go,” I whispered, turning around in hopes of making a quick exit.

He grabbed my elbow. “Don’t tell me you came all the way here with me just to leave?” He saw the way I was surveying his place. “Ah, I get it. You hate my home. You think you’re above all this.” He let go of me. “Well, take your prissy ass on then. I thought you were ready for a
real
man.”

“I’m not prissy,” I stated defensively.
I just hate being called out.
“And your place is lovely.” We both knew I was lying. “I’m just not comfortable being here with a stranger. No one knows where I am. This is like something out of a movie.”

“Not yet, but it can be.” He grinned seductively at me. “I don’t have a camcorder, but I do have a Polaroid. Want to take some pictures?”

“You’re insane.”

He pushed me up against the open doorframe and palmed my breasts through my blouse. “I’m not insane. I’m just horny. I want to spend the rest of the day getting to know your body and committing every single inch to memory.”

His lines were getting rather corny, but that did not prevent my panties from getting wet.

“Have you ever been tied up?”

He was insane! “No, I never have, and I never will be.”

He smirked. “Still don’t trust me, huh?”

“Still don’t know you,” I replied crudely. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you tie me up if I’d known you my entire life. I trust no one that much.”

“Well, I trust you. I’ll let you tie me up, if you want to.”

“Are you serious?”

He started unbuttoning my blouse. “I’m very serious.”

“You would actually let me tie you up?”

“Tie me up.” He lowered my blouse off my shoulders, along with my bra straps. “Blindfold me. Whatever pleases you, pleases me.”

Now I had been with enough men in my life to know that most women wait decades to hear a man say something like “Whatever pleases you, pleases me.” I had never heard anything close. Maybe that was why I had never had a man turn me out, dick-whip me, make me yearn for him every second that he was away. That was it! That was the second I knew I was not leaving his apartment without getting the dick.

I started helping him with my clothing, and within a few seconds, I was nude from the waist up. He rubbed my hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while I hiked my skirt up. I wanted to provide easy access when he was ready for the goodies below the waist.

He gazed into my eyes, and my breathing became heavy. There was something about the way he looked at me. It was clear that he was a man about his business and that I was in for one hell of a sexual experience. I was ready for him to lead me to bed, but he shocked me by letting me go.

“I need to take a quick shower. I’m all sweaty from playing ball.”

I started to say, I don’t give a damn! “Okay, but make it fast,” I heard myself demand.

He grinned. “Don’t rush it. Good things come to those who wait.”

I watched him walk toward the bathroom, stripping along the way. He kicked off his shoes and bent down to yank off his socks. Then he lost the shirt. His back was well defined, and I imagined digging my fingernails into it in the throes of passion. He let his shorts drop and stepped out of them, revealing form-fitting black briefs. Damn, what an ass!

He stopped a foot shy of the doorway and turned to me. “Why don’t you come in? You can help me scrub something. Possibly everything.”

I did not respond. I just stared at him, wondering how I went from eating ice cream in the park to contemplating joining a stranger in his shower. Life sure is full of curveballs. I knew all along that I would join him in the shower, but I wanted to play hard to get, so I gave him a five-minute head start to make him wonder about my next move.

When I entered the bathroom, the steam was so thick that I could barely make out the glass door of the shower. I took off the rest of my clothes and slid the door to the side. There he was, with hot water cascading over his ripples. The brother was seriously cut. We seductively eyed each other for a few seconds before I directed my eyes down and targeted his dick. His large, juicy dick. Nice and round. Thicker than most. I licked my lips reflexively.

“See something you like?” he asked jokingly.

“Maybe. Do you see something you like?”

He reached out and ran his damp fingers through my hair. I moaned. I do not know where that came from, because I am usually not a moaner.

“Come here, sexy lady.” He pulled me into the shower with him. “I adore everything I see.”

He lifted me up and placed my back against the tile. I straddled my legs around his waist and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He eagerly accepted it, and I found myself moaning again because his kissing was all that.

Once we broke the kiss, he lifted me higher and licked a trail across my right breast with his tongue. He drew my nipple into his mouth and sucked on my black pearl. I do not think my nipples have ever been as hard as they were at that exact moment.

He took a breather and announced, “I’m a breast man!”

“Damn! I can see that!”

We both started laughing as he let me back down. He handed me a loofah sponge. “Can you get my back for me?”

I was disappointed. What happened to the breast sucking?

I scrubbed his back for him and could not help but whip his ass into shape while I was back there. His body was admirable. I tried to recall the last time I had seen such a magnificent specimen of a man and quickly deduced that I probably never had. He did not seem like he would turn around any time soon, so I reached in front of him and began to caress his stiff dick with the sponge.

He moaned, and I dropped the sponge on the floor so that I could work my hand up and down his shaft. He finally turned to face me and buried his tongue into my mouth again. His kisses did something to me, and I do not know if it was only them or the fact that I was finally letting go of the inhibitions that came from being reared by my bourgeois parents, but I was suddenly motivated at that point. Motivated to indulge in the fuck of a lifetime.

I caressed his chest and placed small kisses all over it as I got down on my knees in the shower. My hair was doused with water, but I did not care. I
definitely
would not be returning to work that day. It had been years since I even had the craving to suck a dick, but the mere thought of taking him into my mouth made me tremble. I gazed at his dick, surveying every inch and vein.

“You look delicious,” I told him.

“Well, don’t let me stop you.”

He tried to push my head toward his dick, and I pulled back. “Whatever pleases me, remember?” I said coldly, staring up into his eyes. “I don’t like it when a man instructs me. In my own time. In my own way.”

That seemed to intrigue him. He grinned, and though it seemed impossible, his dick became even harder inside my hand.

I stuck my tongue inside the head and sampled his essence. “Umm, that is delicious!”

Before he could respond, I took him deep, and he pressed his hands against the walls to keep his balance. The water made it easier to slide him in and out, and I kept taking in more and more, relaxing my throat until I could feel the tip tickling my tonsils. I used one hand to hold his dick in place so that I could deep-throat it and teased his balls with the other one.