Man Swappers (41 page)

“The same reason you are,” I shoot back, getting up and shutting my bedroom door. The fact that I still haven’t said anything to Persia and Paris makes showing my excitement a little difficult. I want so badly to share this with them. Knowing Paris, she’ll be happy for me. Persia is a whole other story. She’ll try to talk me out of it. Plant shit in my head that will have me second-guessing my decision to give him, us, a chance.

After that night with Damon, I’ve decided I’m done. Decided that the only dick I want to be sucking and fucking is Emerson’s.
After I sucked Damon’s dick and fed him his nut that coated my tongue, Emerson’s face kept flashing in my head. And I felt guilty. Felt sick to my stomach. So I quietly slipped out of the room. I went into the other room and watched him eat Paris’s pussy, watched Persia flog him, then him flog her. I couldn’t stand watching him as he whipped her titties and pussy like that; couldn’t stand watching her enjoying it. I turned off the monitor, then I hopped in the shower and scrubbed my body until my skin felt raw. I’m done sharing men with my sisters—for now, at least. If things with Emerson don’t work out, then maybe I’ll pick back up where we left off—the three of us turning men out, together.

“Good answer,” he says. “I wake up with a smile on my face every morning. And go to sleep with one every night, thinking about you. You’ve gotten all up in my heart.”

I smile. “Awww, that’s so sweet, Em. I feel the same about you.”

“That’s what I wanna hear. So, have you given any thought about what I asked you?”

“About what?”

“Going away with me.” I tell him I have. “And?”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Aaaah, shit. That’s what I’m talking about, baby. You’ve made my day even better.”

“Well, hold on. I can’t go anywhere until the end of the summer. This month is really busy for me with work, and I have the Sade concert on the twenty-fifth. I won’t miss that for anything. Then I have a lot of things going on in July and August.”

“Damn, it’s like that. Well, luckily I was able to swap my dates for the last weekend in December. But, um, you’d put Sade before me?”

“Sorry, but yes, I would. She only comes out every ten years, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to wait another decade to see her live and direct.”

He laughs. “Damn, wish I was going with you.”

“There’ll be other concerts,” I tell him.

“And you know it. So when we gonna make this official, you and me? I’m ready to have you on my arm as my woman.”

“I think I’m ready, too, Em.”

“You
think
?”

“I know I am, but I have to wait until the right time. I want to tell my sisters in my own way. I’m going to tell Paris, first, instead of telling them together. She’ll be genuinely happy for me, for us. Persia will take some work.”

“I hear what you’re sayin’, babe. But, Persia’s a grown woman. She’ll have to get over it. I wanna build a life with you; not with her. So, whether she likes it or not, her feelings about us are of no consequence to me. I realize how close the three of you are, but if she’s not going to be able to be happy for you, or us—”

“I understand,” I say, cutting him off before he says something I don’t want to hear. Choosing between him and my sisters is a no-brainer for me. Blood is always thicker than water. I’d have to let him go if it was going to put a wedge in my relationship with my sisters. The thought makes me sad. “She’ll come around,” I offer, hoping there’s some truth to it.

He sighs. “I don’t want you to get stressed about it. You already know if it were up to me, everyone would know. But, I realize how important it is for you to have your sisters’ blessings. So however you want to do this is cool with me. I’m with you one hundred percent. Aiight?”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course I do. I want you, Porsha.”

I smile, nodding as if he can see me. “Thank you.”

“Umm, I was gonna wait to bring this up later on, but since we’re on the phone, I might as well ask.…”

“What is it?”

“Are you still getting it in with other cats?”

“Em—”

“Hold on. Before you say anything, let me finish. I don’t want there to be secrets between us. If we’re gonna do this, we need to do it with us bein’ able to trust each other to always be honest with the other, no matter what. Cool?”

“Yes. And I want that also, Em.”

“Then we’re good. So wassup?”

“To answer your question: yes.” It gets quiet on the other end. “Hello?”

“I’m here,” he says, sounding disappointed by my answer. “How long ago?”

“Em…”

“C’mon, Porsha, no explanations; keep shit real with me.”

“Two nights ago.”

“Oh, word?” I can tell I’ve hurt him. “And you’re good with that?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Em, please.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, but I felt horrible afterwards. I kept thinking about you, Em. I realized that I can’t keep doing that. That I don’t
want
to keep doing it.”

“And you told your sisters this?”

“No, not yet. But I’m definitely not going to do it again. The only man I want to sleep with is you, Em. I mean that.”

“Cool ’cause I don’t wanna keep sharin’ you, Porsh.”

“You won’t have to,” I assure him.

“I hope not. You’re the only woman I need, want, baby. And I hope that’s gonna be the same for you. If we have to look outside
of each other for satisfaction, then it’s not gonna last. I need to know you’re going to be as committed to this as I am.”

I close my eyes. Try to remember the last time I felt like this, loved—by a man other than my father. Try to remember a time when I felt so emotionally full. This thing with Emerson doesn’t complete me. And it definitely doesn’t define me, nor does Emerson. No man has, or ever will. But, Emerson definitely adds value to my already enriched life. I can’t deny that.

No matter how similar everything seemed, each one of them brought something remarkably different to the relationship. And I learned something about myself with each of them. With age and time and ongoing experiences, I’m so much different than I was five, ten years ago. Emotionally, I’ve grown. Sexually, I’ve blossomed and become secure in my sexuality. I know what I want, and need.

“You will be,” I tell him, pulling my overnight bag out of my walk-in. I toss a negligee in, then a change of clothes for tomorrow along with some hygiene products.

“Good. Now what time am I gonna see
my
baby?”

“I’m leaving now.”

“Cool. I wanna hold you in my arms.”

“I can’t wait,” I say, grabbing my purse, then heading down the stairs. I don’t bother looking for Persia, or saying anything to Paris. Why should I? I’m a grown-ass woman going to see
my
man.

Passion
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

E
merson kisses the back of my ankles, works his way over to my other foot, massages the soles of my feet, sucking my toes, then the back of my calves, pushing my legs back and burying his face between my thighs again. Slowly he pulls the crotch of my teddy to the side, snakes his tongue in between the fabric and licks my sweetness. I let out a moan. I grab him by the back of the head, pushing his face and tongue deeper into me. Against my will, my body shakes and I’m cumming and moaning. He cups the opening of my pussy with his mouth and swallows up my juices, then makes his way back over top of me. I grab him, stare into his brown eyes.

He grins. “You ready for this dick?

“Oh, yes,” I whisper, lifting my hips. “Feed my pussy.”

He presses the tip of his dick up against my blit. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes!”

He kisses my clit. “Pull open ya pussy for me, baby. Let me see those pretty pink insides.” I take my hands, spread open my glistening lips. “Oh, damn! That’s a pretty pussy…” He dips his tongue in. “And tastes good, too.” He pushes more tongue in. “It’s nice ’n sweet…” I moan. He darts his tongue in and out. “Mmmm, shit…I wanna make love to this pussy. You want this hard dick, baby?”

I grunt. He knows it’s what I want, need. Yet, he asks the obvious, torturing me. “Yes. I need to feel you inside of me,
now
.” He moves from between my legs, getting out of the bed. “Wait,” I say, watching as he walks over to the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor. My pussy is frantic. “Where are you going?”

“To get a condom,” he tells me, pulling out a red wrapper from out of his pants pocket. I pat my clit, pinch it, watching him tear it open, then roll it down on his dick. His sheathed cock bounces as he walks back over to the bed. “I’ma ’bout to give you this dick like you’ve never had dick before, baby. You ready for it?”

“Yes…oh, yes…”

He reaches up underneath me, pulls my hips up, then pushes the head of his dick in. I gasp. Dig my nails into his arms. He flicks his tongue against the corners of my mouth, trails along my neck, then up to my ear. He lightly blows in my ear; nibbles on my lobe. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby…”

His warm breath, his wet lips, they taunt my skin. His dick, slowly and deliberately, stirs inside of my honey pot, blending my sticky-sweet juices as they marinate his cock. I want him raw and naked inside of me. I want to suck my pussy cream off. Lick both sides of his thick shaft, then bury him deep into my mouth. I resist the urge to blurt it out. Defy the urgent yearning that gathers in the tip of my clit. I reach down; press on it. Bring it to life. Heat surges through me as one orgasm after another erupts.

“Damn, baby, you nuttin’ on my dick? You got that pussy wet for me?”

I nod and moan. Grab him by the ass. Pull him into me.

He quickens his thrusts; positions himself so that his shaft hits my clit with each stroke. “C’mon, baby, that’s right. Give me another nut…”

I scream.

“There you go…yeah, soak my dick, baby…” Emerson’s cock pounds into me, his hands tucked beneath me, squeezing my ass as he fills me. I clench the width of him, crying out. Oh this man is fucking my pussy so deliciously deep. I hoist my legs up, right leg up over his shoulder, left wrapped around his waist.

“I love you, Porsh,” Emerson gasps as he explodes inside me, filling the condom. He says it again, kissing me on the lips as he pulls himself out of me. He flops over onto his back and I quickly place his pussy stained, covered cock into my mouth and suck off my juices, then pull off the condom and squeeze out his nut, coating his dick with it. I feverishly suck him off, savoring the taste of his creamy nut. I lick his cock clean, swallowing the sweet-saltiness of his seeds. He pulls me up to him, then kisses me. I slip my tongue into his mouth, sharing what’s left of his nut with him. “Damn, girl,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re something else.”

I stare into his eyes. Kiss him, again, long and deep, then softly say, “You’re not so bad yourself.” He holds me tighter, closing his eyes. I close mine, too, smiling. I’m keenly aware that I’ve fallen for this man. And there’s absolutely no turning back now.

Seven
A.M.,
Emerson and I are in the shower together. I’m washing his back with a loofah scrub while he stands under the spigot, washing his front. His head’s tilted back. “I could really get used to this.”

“Get used to what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

He turns to face me, kisses me on the tip of my nose. “This… waking up to you every morning and sharing the shower together.”

“So you want a live-in backwasher?” I tease. He grins as I take his dick into my soapy hands and stroke it.

“Mmm, nah…I want more than that.”

“What, a cockwasher?” I say, pulling in my lip as I continue stroking his dick while sudsing up his balls. I feel the heat escaping from between my legs. “Ooooh, I love how this big, beautiful dick feels in my hand.”

He moans. “Damn, girl, you gonna fuck around and have me late for work.”

I grin, looking up at him. I use my hand to milk the head of his dick. He dips at the knees. “You want me to stop?”

“Uhh, hell, no. Aaah, shit, that feels good…” I stroke him in slow motion. Reach between his legs; massage his balls. Jerk him until he nuts in my hand. “Now, it’s my turn,” he says, kissing me on the lips. He kneads my breasts, kisses my neck. “You feel so good, baby.” He slips his hand between my thighs, pinches my clit.

I let out a moan as he brings me to the edge of an orgasm. He slips his fingers into my pussy. Hooks his arm up under my left leg and lifts it up. His two fingers are working my slit so good, they curve upward as his thumb presses on my clit.

He brings his lips to mine; kisses me passionately. I’m feeling things for this man I haven’t felt for any other man. He pulls his fingers out of me, puts them into his mouth.

“You taste so good, baby.” I’m pressed up against the tile. He drops to his knees, takes my pussy into his mouth and makes love to it with his tongue. I close my eyes. Get lost in the moment. He presses a finger on my asshole, then pushes it in.

“Ohhhh, yes…oh, shit…ooooh, your tongue feels so good…”

I give in to the sensations, give into my feelings, and come into the mouth of the man I’ve fallen for.

Persia
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Y
O, WATS GOOD
? U
FEEL LIKE CHILLIN 2NITE
?

I
FEEL LIKE SUKIN SUM DICK
, I text back.

W
ORD
? W
AT ELSE U WANNA DO
?

S
WALLOW UR CREAM & FEED U MY PUSSY

D
AMN, WAT X U WANNA MEET UP
?

N 30-40
MINS
, I text back, glancing over at Paris lying across the sofa, surfing the Internet. She looks over at me, then shifts her attention back to her laptop screen. For a fleeting moment, there’s a wave of guilt that washes over me, but quickly ebbs as Mystery Man sends me another text telling me how much he can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around his hard dick. I’ve fucked him four more times since that night down at the boutique. Each time, late at night when Paris is here back at home, moping around looking like she’s lost her best friend. She couldn’t have possibly been
that
into him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have let him slip through her fingers so easily. He would have her number, and be texting her instead of me for a night of hot, sweaty fucking. There’s another text from him, wanting to know if we’re meeting at our usual spot. I text back, tell him yes.