Making the Hook-Up (18 page)

“You want me to stop?” He paused, searching my eyes.

“No.” He walked me back toward the couch as my legs began to shake. He knew what I knew—that I wouldn't be able to stand much longer with his mouth and hands working all over me. I felt the leather couch against the back of my legs and I sank down onto it, grabbing his shoulders as he pushed my dress up and began to lick my belly button. His tongue was a dizzying swirl and his hands were covered in my wet appreciation for their expertise. I stroked the muscles that lined his back as he pulled my soaking panties over one ankle, then the other. Darius kissed the soft stretch of skin between my belly button and my honeypot, his full lips stamping approval on every bulge, every stretch mark I'd ever complained about way back when we were “just friends.” He'd listened, I was learning.

Darius lapped at my clit for a split second before he moved a little lower to kiss each lip, then lick the inside of each thigh. I could feel myself pulsing in excitement, my lower lips engorged. “Darius, please!” I practically yelled, one hand playing in Darius's hair while the other was covering my own mouth so I wouldn't scream. I moaned into that hand as Darius buried his face in my honeypot, licking and sucking until my legs shook uncontrollably. He held the hood down with his finger and thumb as he went back and forth between sucking and licking my little button. I felt my body climbing to the peak to which Darius had taken me time and time again, and I made the mistake of announcing it.

I call it a mistake because as soon as he heard the words, “Dee, I'm gonna cum,” he pulled away abruptly and began to adjust my dress.

“What the?”

“Chill out, babe. I just want to try something new I read in this book called
The All-Day Orgasm
.” He picked his hat up from the table behind him and stood up, heading down the hall.

“Darius, I ain't trying to be mean, but I could give a fuck about a book right now.” I followed him to the bathroom, where he stood at the mirror rinsing my juices from his goatee.

“I know, Janae.” Darius laughed. “You know I'mma take care of you.” He turned around and pulled me close, kissing first my mouth then both sides of my neck. I kissed his neck too, pulling the skin between my teeth and sucking. I felt him stiffen against my wetness and I wanted to feel him inside me now more than ever. I reached for the elastic band of his gym shorts.

“Yeah, Darius. I know. Just let me…” Darius moved my hand away, standing back to kiss me at the top of my forehead.

“We'll be late.”

“Dee, what is this?” I began to straighten myself out, annoyed with the game. As I fluffed out my afro where I'd flattened it against the sofa, I found Darius's eyes in the mirror. He was standing behind me and putting on his cap. “Is this some more allusive stuff that you were doing earlier today?”

“I want to see if I can extend your orgasm over hours. You know I'mma take care of you one way or the other, right?” He was behind me now, kissing my neck and rubbing my shoulders. I couldn't help but shudder; my body was so tense that the slightest touch from Darius sent me climbing back up to that peak that he was hell-bent on keeping me away from.

“And I'm just supposed to be frustrated all day?”

“Don't think frustrated; think excited. It's about perspective.

“I can't think at all when you touch me like that, Darius.” I moved his hand away.

“So do you want to try it? 'Cuz if you're gonna be mad, we don't even have to go to Alicia's house. We can do it right here. I don't mind.” His hands were on my hips and he pulled me back against him so that I felt his hardness against the small of my back. He moved his hands up and down my sides as he kissed the back of my neck.

“Okay. If you can be that controlled, then so can I.” I laughed, turning around to kiss his lips. “I'll see it as a challenge.” I was dizzy with anticipation, but I wanted to try this “new thing” that Darius had read about, so I walked toward the door.

Once we were inside his car, he reached across me to buckle me. He was close enough for me to smell his cologne, which I hadn't noticed before. I loved when his cologne mixed with the smell of his perspiration; the sweet stickiness of it made me lightheaded. “You smell so good,” I said as I kissed him behind his ear.

“As do you,” he said, bending down to sniff my honeypot, which grew wet just because of his proximity to it.

“Darius, you're gonna make me walk into this barbecue with cum running down both legs.”

“Don't worry. We'll clean you up.” He winked, starting the car. Darius drove with his left hand, his right hand playing beneath my dress. He held my pussy in the palm of his hand, squeezing every other moment until I began to move against it. I reached over and began to stroke his dick through his shorts. He was stiff as stone—so hard that I began to get frustrated with this game all over again. His pointer and middle fingers were working my G-spot now while his thumb massaged my clit. I pressed my foot against the dashboard, bracing myself as Darius began to stroke faster and faster. I closed my eyes against the blinding light that made it feel like my head would explode. I came hard, my wetness covering Darius's right hand, body shaking, eyes rolled back in my head. I didn't say a word, though, because I'd decided that the start and stop was annoying.

“You cheated,” Darius smiled, still cupping my spasming pussy.

“I couldn't help it, Darius. You know what you do to me.”

“What do I do? Tell me,” he said, stroking my clit until it hardened again.

“I can't say it.”

“Tell me,” he said, pleading like a child, his finger moving in faster circles around my clit.

“You make me… You make me… Ooh, Darius, you make me…”

“We're here.” Darius pulled his hand away and put the car in PARK. When I opened my eyes, we had arrived at his cousin, Alicia's house.

“No, Dee. Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he said, sounding like his father. “Here. I got napkins.”

Darius opened his glove compartment and began to clean up the mess we'd made. But I didn't want all this wetness to go to waste.

“But Darius, can't we do it right here—just real quick? Everybody's in the house. Your windows are tinted. I know I said I would play your game, but now I'm frustrated.”

“Frustrated?” Darius laughed. “You already broke the rules and came. So technically, we're not playing my game no more.”

“I know. But women are equipped to have multiple orgasms, so we can always start all over. Like after this next one,” I said, climbing across the divider into Darius's lap. I reached for his dick, which was hard in my hand, and I began to stroke it until I felt it grow even stiffer.

“Self-control,” Darius reminded me, his rough hands playing with my booty through my skirt. “Now you said you didn't want anybody to know anything. What would happen if Alicia came out here to find you riding me? The whole world would know in minutes.”

“True,” I said, collapsing onto his chest in surrender. Darius and I hadn't told anyone about our new arrangement; as far as our families were concerned, we were still just platonic friends. When Darius moved to my city for work, things had started to grow past platonic friendship and near the point of confusion. I'd learned in the last few months that men operate by contract; I couldn't assume that we were together—no matter how much time I spent in his lap. Besides, I wasn't even sure that I wanted more from Darius. Sex and relationships had always been complicated for me. I wanted Darius to be in my life for the rest of it; I didn't want to jeopardize that by trying to make him my man.

“And you still don't want people to know?” Darius's voice was a whisper as he played with my hair, my head resting on his chest.

“No.”

“Okay, then you might want to get up because here comes Alicia.” I jumped up so fast that my head hit the roof of Darius's car. I was trying to untangle my legs from Darius's, but it's really hard to get out of a straddle position with grace. Darius grabbed me before I impaled myself on the gearshift between us. “I was just playing. Calm down!”

“Boy!” I screamed, giggling and air-boxing with him. “You play too much!”

“Don't hurt yourself now,” Darius laughed, helping me out of my door and rubbing my head.

Alicia's barbecue was a blur of frus—excitement. I was glad that his parents didn't choose this weekend to visit—they know me too well and would have been able to read my face. It was hard to act normal when Darius brushed against me every time he could. When the food was ready, he pretended to drop his napkin beneath the table. On his knees, he hiked my skirt up and began to nibble and suck on my clit. I didn't know whether to scoot away or stay where I was when I felt his warm tongue lapping at my slit. I felt every second pass as I struggled to keep my face normal, belying all that was going on down there. Darius stopped—as was the norm today—and got back in his seat, waving his napkin like a flag. “Found it!” I blushed.

When I was finished eating, I decided to play with Alicia's kids. I knew Darius wouldn't mess with me around the little ones. Alicia's daughters were teaching me how to keep my hula hoop from falling when I caught Darius's eye from across the yard. His gaze narrowed as if the weight of wanting me was resting on top of his eyelids. When he licked first his top lip, then his bottom lip, I lost concentration and dropped the hoop, to the little one's dismay.

“That wasn't no long time at all!” Tadra said.

“I know. Let me try one more time,” I said, turning away from Darius's distracting eyes.

But Darius wouldn't be put off. I heard him yell to Alicia, “We'll wash the dishes!”

Alicia got up from the patio chair and put her hands on her hips, yelling across the yard. “Uh-uh, Dee! Don't be dragging that girl in the kitchen like this is Atlanta Housewives or some shit. You see she's doing something! Those dishes will get washed in the morning.”

But Darius was already stacking all the serving platters and bowls. I loved the serious look that seemed to take over his whole face when he was in the middle of some project. He looked calculating and focused, his thick brows furrowed, his bottom lip tucked in. “It's okay, Alicia!” I yelled back. “Dee knows I'm nobody's housewife. Besides, Tadra's about to beat me up if I drop this hula hoop one more time.”

I followed Darius to the kitchen where he was running water in the sink. When he heard the side door creak open, he turned off the water and dried his hands on his shirt. He was on me in seconds, his hands buried in my hair, his mouth searching out my own.

“Janae, I've been wanting you all day. I can't keep this up.”

I put my hands inside his shirt, feeling the expanse of his back before I moved around to the front to rub all over his abs and chest. I put my hand over his heart and felt the quickening thud. “Umm, Darius. What about self-control?” I giggled as his hands found their way to my ass. He was cupping me and squeezing me just the way I liked and I reached inside his shorts to grab a feel for myself. Darius had a beautiful dick. I stroked the length of it, feeling its girth fill up my hand. I brushed my thumb over the tip, where his wetness told me that self-control was out the window.

“I used all my self-control at your house.” Darius whispered in my ear. “Do you know how bad I wanted to lay you across that couch? You do something to me, Nae.”

“What do I do?” I said, playing the game he'd played with me earlier in the car. “Tell me.”

“If you wash the dishes, I'll show you.” Darius pulled himself away from me and turned my body toward the sink.

“Wait a minute. You said
we
would wash the dishes.”

“We will,” Darius said, sliding down the front of the sink so that he was sitting and facing my dripping honeypot. “Now you're the lookout. If you see anybody coming our way, you gotta let me know so I can get up.”

“Okay,” I huffed, catching my breath as I felt his tongue move up and down the line of my slit. I was trying to keep my eyes on the window above the sink, which looked out over the whole yard. Alicia's girls were still hula hooping; Alicia was in the middle of some story; her husband and his friends were playing spades; and Darius was making my love run down my legs. I didn't know if I could stand any more and I almost fainted when I heard Darius's gruff voice commanding me to wash the dishes as he gave my ass a quick, hard slap.

I knew I'd get him back, and began to wash the dishes quickly, eyes on the yard. With his quick, darting tongue and his thick lips, Darius sent shivers from my toes to the nape of my neck. I broke his rule twice before I said, “I can't take it, Darius. Not standing.” My legs felt like rubber as Darius pulled his head from under my skirt, face glistening with my cream.

“You sure, babe?” He kissed my clit once through my dress for good measure.

“I'm sure. Besides, the dishes are done. It's time for you to dry them.” I winked, reaching out to help Darius to his feet.

“Oh, word?” he asked, pretending nonchalance badly.

I pushed his shorts past his hips, held his hardness in my hand and sank to my knees. “Word. Now dry the dishes.” My command wasn't as believable as Darius's, but it did the job. I flicked my tongue over the tip of Darius's dick, holding the base tightly in my hand. When I eased the length of it down my throat, I heard a dish clatter above my head. I smiled. “You okay?”

“Janae.” I continued to deep-throat Darius, making sure I wet his dick from base to tip. Then I pulled away and began to stroke it, slick as it now was with my own spit. I was stroking Darius and sucking the head of his penis, my mouth meeting my hands so that no part of Darius was untouched. More dishes clanked and fell, and Darius's hips were bucking with every movement of my tongue. With my other hand, I cupped Darius's balls, pulling and releasing the tender flesh. Darius's moans were becoming deeper and longer and precum was seeping from the head of his penis. I lapped at it and swallowed before I pulled away, devilishly plotting to get him back for what he'd been doing all day.