Lying Lips (3 page)

He tasted wonderful in my mouth. He tried his hardest to raise his hips as I lowered my mouth on him, but the steering wheel and the seat belt all served to prevent any movement on his part. He was forced to sit still and be subjected to
my
whims. In his mad frustration, Asanti put the pedal to the metal and we were at his house in no time at all.

Chapter 3

He parked and jumped out of the car like the police were after us. Before I could open my door and join him, he was already there, opening it for me and gently tugging on my arm in his rush to get inside. But this time
I
had other plans. As Asanti led me up the stairs that led to the entrance of his home, I redirected our path to the huge swing that sat on the corner of his wrap around porch.

As soon as he was standing in front of the moving apparatus, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him down onto the swaying bench. Immediately I was on the ground, on my knees, and between his legs. I wasted no time retrieving his phallus and I was on him like a wino on a bottle.

I licked him from balls to head using wide strokes with my tongue. At his tip, I slipped my tongue out and licked my way around and around it, tongue kissing the large mushroom. He gripped my head and tensed his body.  I sucked him halfway into my mouth and a gush of air rushed out of him causing him to hiss like a deadly snake.

I took him in a little deeper, then quickly removed him as I licked him from head to balls again. His body jerked once then I could feel him beginning to relax as I lowered my mouth on him once more. Up and down I bobbed my head as I gently pushed the swing back and forth. His grip on me tightened. In the pale moonlight, I looked up at him as he looked longingly down at me, his face expressing just how heavenly his experience was.

I then took one of my hands and gripped the base of him, I took the other hand and gripped the flesh above the first hand and I placed my mouth over what was left of him. Up and down I moved with both hands and my mouth at the same time.

“Aaahhh,” he moaned.

Every inch of him was covered and being pleased at once as I worked my own magic on him. The swing moved back and forth, I moved up and down and Asanti moaned like crazy. Suddenly his breathing calmed down tremendously and he looked straight at me. I watched his already dark eyes darken even more as his face told me all I needed to know.

I could see him willing himself to remain in complete control. I felt his shaft swell then return to normal size and I knew he was about to cum. It was then that I removed one of my hands and opened my coat once again exposing my plump breasts. He licked his lips and I knew he was close. I worked my neck up and down and he continued swelling and reducing until I felt him swell and stay that way.

He continued rocking back and forth and I kept going at it. He moaned loudly and lights in the houses along his street began to come on. I knew then that his geyser was about to spew hot cream and I removed my mouth from him.

Asanti looked at me with a straight face and suddenly stood, pulling me up so fast that I didn’t have time to protest. He turned me to face the swing, bent my body until my hands were on the seat of the chair, raised my coat quickly and thrust into me with a fierce force. It was so hot, so raw, so uninhibited and steamy that I came instantly, my body shaking like I was in the midst of a hard seizure. All energy quickly zapped from me.

“This… unh…” he said as the first shot fired from him, “belongs… aaahh…” he continued holding my hips tightly as his fiyah filled me, “…in…” he was barely able to get out, struggling with his speech, “…you!” He finished with a dynamic plunge as the last of him escaped, heating my core like volcanic lava. It was deeply satisfying, quenching, and satiating.  I didn’t dare move until he was done.

Like the limp rag doll that I was, I could barely hold on when Asanti, who was very gentle with me, picked me up and carried me inside. I was so disoriented that I didn’t notice my surroundings at all. I couldn’t resist him when he brought me into the most divine bathroom ever and it was only seconds later that he lowered me to a heated marble floor and began to strip me.

For the first time in my life, I couldn’t take anymore and tried to tell him so, but he needed no instruction because his intention was not another wild romp. Instead, he ushered me into his huge shower and began to cleanse every inch of my well worked body. I could only close my eyes and allow him to do with me what he pleased. A short time later, I was then taken to his bedroom and laid in the midst of his huge King sized bed.

“I’m going to get you some hot cocoa,” he said as he looked down at me, his nakedness still glistening from the hot shower. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He bent to kiss me on the cheek and trailed his lips down to my breast. And for the briefest, most exquisite moment, he licked and sucked them. I was hot again, but not hot enough to endure another round with Asanti. Sensing my exhaustion, he ceased his sultry actions and then he was gone. All I was left with was the sight of his chiseled, concrete ass as he departed the room.

Was this really happening? I was confused. It felt like some kind of dream to me and I just knew in my soul that I would wake in the morning with a huge grin on my face. This would be a dream that I would never forget. But several hours later, when I did open my eyes, I was still there and even more perplexed than before I’d closed them.

I strained to see where I was. Nothing in the dimly lit room was recognizable to me and I went into instant panic. I wasn’t at home and wasn’t anywhere familiar to me. I sat up quickly in bed, my nerves really on edge.

I reached out my hands, frantically searching for some sort of light to turn on so that I could see something, anything, and was even more startled out of my senses to feel a warm, strong arm snake it’s way around my waist and tenderly pull me back down on my side with my back to him. 

“It’s okay,” the voice said calmingly, and instantly I recognized the tone and my anxiety fled.

It was Asanti.

I strained my eyes to look around the room that was only lit by the moonlight streaming through the thick dark colored curtains and was surprised to see that the digital clock blared a bright red two minutes after three a.m. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep in the house and bed of an almost complete stranger.

“Are you okay?” I heard his voice asking me, but my mind was focused on getting out of there and getting back to my real world, my real life. I was ashamed of my behavior and disgusted that I allowed myself to stoop so low. I was too old to behave so immaturely, so recklessly. And yet as I tried to sit up and leave again, thoughts of the previous day flowed through my head like water through the Nile and I couldn’t bring myself to move. “Are you okay?” He asked me again.

“Yes,” I barely managed a whisper, “I’m just a little stunned.”

“I know,” he said to me. That’s when I noticed how fully awake he sounded.

“How long have you been up?” I asked.

“I never went to sleep,” he stated. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, didn’t want to.” He was doing it again, being so devastatingly seductive. Even through the darkness I could feel his desire for me and my body was immediate to react. “I want to know every inch of you both inside and out,” he said as he began to massage my neck and shoulders.

His hands were amazing.

Asanti turned my naked body so that I was lying on my back. He swiftly removed the sheet and comforter from me. He easily propped himself up on his elbow next to me and began to slide his hand downward from the very top of my head.

“I want to learn every contour of your body,” he said as his hand continued moving along me, all over me. When he reached my breasts, he massaged them, smoothly, almost lovingly until a cry of pleasure eased from my throat. “I want to know all of you,” he said as his exploration lingered on. “And I want you to get to know all of me. Everything about me.”

My back involuntarily arched as he allowed one hand to tickle my belly while the other teased the tip of my sexy mound. Asanti reached out and grabbed one of my hands and directed it to his chest, then lower and lower until I was touching what had been thrilling me since the moment we met. “My name is Asanti Maximus Styles,” he said as he lowered my hand to the base of him, then let go of me. I began a sensual massage of my own.

“I’m twenty nine years old and,” he told me as I gripped him firmly and raised my hand to the top of his manhood, “I love to have my Mandingo stroked.” He spread his legs, allowing me even more access to him to further drive his point home. I slowly allowed my fingers to ease lower. “My birthday is August 7, 1985 and,” he said as he trailed his digits deeper into my pulsating slit, “I live life on the sexual edge.”

“Mmmm,” I moaned, pleased with his touch and stunned at his words.

I eagerly spread my own legs when I felt Asanti’s finger take its rightful place in me. “I own seven event Halls throughout D.C and,” he said as I licked my hand and placed it back on his hardness, “the feel of my woman beneath me as I bring ecstasy to her is what I long for, what I crave.”

“More,” I said as I lifted my hips trying to get more of him in me.

“My catering company, Delectable Delights, provides the food for almost every major event held here in the city,” he said as he ceased touching me and began to slide his body lower. “I cater to the who’s who in this area and beyond,” he divulged as he slid lower still. “And they love to eat my cooking,” he went on as he adjusted his body until his face was between my thick, chocolatey thighs. “But not as much as I love to eat a zesty, tangy, juicy pussy,” he completed his speech then let his love licker out and began to gorge on me.

“Oh shiiiii—” I almost screamed when I felt him tongue my hard and thumping nub.

“Now,” he said as he licked me up and down, “I want you to tell me all about you,” he spoke before burying his face in my depths. “Starting with your name.” Had I heard him right? Was he really expecting me to talk to him when he was driving me insane? This dude was trippin’ and I was trippin’ right along with him. “What’s your name?” He asked me when I took too long to respond to his words.

“Legaci Carmichael,” I immediately replied, my body shuddering at how splendidly he was eating me out.

“How old are you, Legaci Carmichael?” He asked me that question through a series of cluster licks. His mouth on me right there for the second time was exquisitely delicious. I heard him ask me the question but I couldn’t speak, could do nothing but spread my legs wider and thrust my pink cookie deeper into his face. “How old are you, Legaci?” He asked me again as he applied more pressure to my sensitive spot.

“Twenty-e…e…eight,” I replied breathlessly, my hips rolling of their own accord.

“What do you do for a living?” I had no idea what to say and I thought long and hard for the right answer to give him. It would seem that something so simple would have been easy and come natural to me, but when in the throes of having my cake eaten I couldn’t think right, at least not right enough to give the correct answer. “What is your profession?” He reiterated demandingly.

“Journalism,” I blurted out as my mind began to function again and he worked his mouth on me with all of the dynamism he could muster.  “I’m a Journalist!”

“Tell me more,” he commanded, but I couldn’t talk.

Asanti licked me like he had been starving for nothing
but
me since the day he was born. He was moaning as though I was scrumptious and the more he verbally, yet incoherently expressed how appetizing he thought I was, the more I was caught up and unable to respond to him.

“Gawd, you taste so good,” he exclaimed with a deep passion, then delved his face further into me. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he continued to feast on my juices and cherry. Soon things about me were no longer important as both he and I got lost in the lust between us.

It was time.

Asanti was quick to remove his mouth from me and even quicker to line his love tool up with my sex weapon. There was no wasting of moments as he filled me and all we both could do was close our eyes and give in to the overwhelming hunger that seemed to be eating us alive as he slid into me like a major leaguer would slide into home plate.

Suddenly we were wild, like mating animals. I screamed, he grunted. He thrust, I opened to receive him fully. He lowered his face to mine and bit into my full bottom lip until we both could taste a little blood. I clawed at his back like a ferocious feline first trapping then tackling my prey.

We were primal, bordering on archaic. Our actions were pure instinct. We wrestled wildly with one another, then passionately, then violently. I screamed again, he grunted again. I was reckless, he was greedy. I swore, he cussed. He brought out the beauty in me, I brought out the beast in him.

We were motivated by a need, a desire, greater than either of us seemed to be. Asanti fed my body, giving it what it didn’t know it had been starving for. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, things that I didn’t verbalize. And yet he was there pleasing me beyond anything I had even imagined. I ravishingly took all that he was giving. There was no shame in my wantonness, no disgrace in his depravity.

With no prior warning, my muscles locked and I was hit with a series of orgasms that knocked the wind from me. I felt as though I was paralyzed and Asanti held me tight, face to face, watching what he had done. I looked up at him wide eyed, shocked at what I was experiencing, yet still immobile.  He looked down at me, taking great pride in the fact that his sexual prowess left me broken down and vulnerable to him. He was greatly aroused by this.

I could see him forcing his eyes to stay open at the same time I felt him douse my core with what seemed to be gallons of his liquid heat. He was absolutely still. Had it not been for the feel of his essence pouring into me, I would never have known that he was in the midst of an atomic explosion.