Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong: A BWWM Romance (16 page)

H
e stood
up over her and she could see the desperate need for attention that his own body required. She worked her way up to a sitting position and went to work on the button to his slacks, hoping to give the poor boy some relief.

“So,” she purred, giving him a seductive look, “I guess it’s your turn, no?”

He smirked down at her. “Yeah, but not like you’re thinking.”

He moved in closer, causing her breath to grow heavy with anticipation. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get through the week without knowing what that sweet pussy of yours feels like wrapped around my cock.”

She smiled, knowing exactly where he was going.

“Now lie back down and spread those delicious thighs of yours.”

She was more than happy to abide, craving the exact same thing.

He rose up above her and she took note of the fact that he had yet to even take off his jacket and tie. It made what had just happened all the more exciting. Like they were two lovers sneaking away from work during their lunch hour to have a little afternoon delight. He stood above her, still between her legs, looking down at her like he wanted to eat her up...all over again.

“So,” he said finally taking the jacket off. “Ready for the main course?”

She bit down on her index finger and nodded up at him with a smile.

“Actually,” he said loosening his tie and ripping it over his head, “I could just stand here looking at you like this.”

She laughed. Then her mouth began to water as he slowly undid his shirt. She gave a soft breath when he revealed a well-developed chest with fine black hairs covering it. She loved the fact that he didn’t feel the need to “manscape.” This was a
real
man’s chest.

She began to undo the flimsy tie part of her collar.

“No,” he murmured. “Stay just like this. One minor adjustment.” He spread the legs between hers apart, forcing hers open even wider, so that her skirt slid further up on her hips and her pussy was completely on display for him.

“Hold on sec while I go get my camera phone,” he teased.

“Don’t you dare!” she laughed raising a foot and poking him in the chest with the high heeled end.

He laughed with her and caught hold of the leg, grabbing the area just beneath her calf and holding it against his chest so that her shoe was right next to his head. He leaned over to kiss it as he stared down at her with those blue eyes that were getting more intense.

“Do you want it?” he asked.

She just nodded again.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I want it,” her own eyes getting just as intense as his.

“Want what?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she moaned.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he growled. He began unbuckling his belt. She started to slide her leg down, feeling quite vulnerable with how the angle was exposing her.

“Leave it there,” he ordered. She slid it back into place.

She watched as he went to work unzipping his slacks and simply reaching in to pull his dick out of his underwear.

London sighed in awe at the sight of it. She was about to get fucked by a new man for the first time in ten years and it was very apparent she would
not
be disappointed. It was definitely long enough, and so thick and veiny. The pinkish-tan length of it was something new in person (but nothing she hadn’t seen in the occasional video and picture, she wasn’t a prude after all). The dark, purplish head was pointed straight at her, begging for action.

Her eyes glazed over as she stared at the masterpiece he presented to her.

“Still want it?” he asked with a daring grin.

All she could do was nod this time, letting out the breath she’d been holding in.

He reached into a pocket to grab his wallet. After feeling around inside he quickly pulled out a square packet. He ripped it open with his teeth, pulled out the condom and slid it down his girth.

Once he was fully covered, Michael knelt down over the bed, pushing her leg up his shoulder and down to her own chest, opening her up even wider. Based on the size of his cock she was going to need all the help she could get.

He leaned over her on one hand while the other guided him toward her opening. London felt him stroke it up and down her wet slit a few times, coating the head to make it easier for him. The next moment she felt the pressure as the round, bulging tip pressed against her opening.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, gasping as he popped through. She reached up her hands and took hold of his firm biceps to hold on.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered. “I want to watch them as you come.”

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her as he slid himself further in. She felt her walls expanding to accommodate this new and different invasion.

Once he was all the way in, he stayed there, letting her experience it fully. Then his own needs took over as he pulled out slowly, only to push back in again. He dug his fingers into the bedspread as he began to increase his momentum, bucking his hips into her, his broad shoulder ramming the back of her knee so that she could take as much of him in as possible.

London gripped his arms tighter, bracing herself for each hard impact. The swell of pleasure grew inside of her, as her g-spot felt the first strokes accelerate into a turbo engine of constant stimulation while he rode her hard.

She took the brunt of it, slamming right back with her own hunger and need for release. This was how rebound sex should be. Rough and hard and dirty. She looked up at him focusing down at her with strained concentration as she took hold of him with her insides and pumped him hard.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed. “Fuck me.”

“Jesus, London,” he groaned in response as she brought her hips up to meet him.

She brought her second leg up to his waist, to pull him in closer. He fell on top of her, still pumping his pants-covered hips into her. The shift in position was just enough to bring her to the brink. Her hands slid around to his back as she dug her nails in letting the wave crash, with a loud scream toward the ceiling.

He felt the spasms of her orgasm surround his member and allowed the dam to break on his end, groaning loudly into her ear as he emptied his seed into the condom. His body remained rigid and tense on top of her until he was completely finished.

He rolled off her, giving her leg some relief. They both lay there, breathing heavily and looking up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for that,” London said between breaths.

“Happy to be of service,” he replied.

They both waited a beat before bursting out laughing.

London lifted herself from the bed seeking out her underwear. It had been quick and fun and…completely worth it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, lifting himself to his elbows. His well-used, condom-covered dick lay limply on top of his open fly. Despite the impressive sight of his upper torso, it was a comical display and she suppressed a smile.

“Looking for my panties,” she said.

“Why?” he asked, a look of total confusion coming over his face.

She looked down at him. “I assume that’s why we left our clothes on.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh London,” he said, “it really has been a while. Let me guess, missionary, clothes off, lights out, maybe even scheduled before hand?”

She put her hands on her hips, and frowned.

“Oh, stop,” he scolded, glimpsing her reaction. He rose up of the bed as he pulled the condom off and stuffed himself back inside. “Do you honestly think I’m letting you get out of here that soon? We’ve just started having fun. You can at least buy a guy dinner, since you felt free to use my body so wantonly.”

“What?” she laughed, the look on her face making it very clear that he had
some
nerve.

He leaned against the wall near her, arms crossed over his bare chest. The way his shoulder and arm muscles flexed was making it very hard for her to concentrate.

“Hmm,” he mused. “If the sex was that bad then I guess I owe
you
dinner.”

“Michael,” she said patiently, “the sex was…great,” she smiled. “But I have to work in the morning and—“

“—and you’ll make it to work on time, I promise. But, hey, we’ve got the room all night and I’m hungry,” he said eyeing her body up and down. “I’d also like some food,” he added with another one of these impish grins.

“Let’s order up some room service, get you out of those clothes, take a nice hot shower, and spend the night together.”

It was so tempting. She took another look at those arms, imagining lying with them wrapped around her all night.

“Okay,” she sighed, “But can I at least take off these shoes now.”

“Not on your life,” he grinned.

T
hey were sitting
at the small table eating the dinner that room service had just delivered. The two of them had taken a shower before ordering and it had been…spectacular. Michael had finally seen what she looked like under all those clothes. The alluring glimpses of her body he had seen in that blue dress she wore the first time he had set eyes on her were nothing compared to the unadorned goddess that stood next to him in the shower. Exploring it with soapy hands had been even more enjoyable.

The silky smooth brown skin of her shoulders glowed as she sat there in nothing but a towel across from him. He had an identical towel around his waist, and the surreptitious glimpses he’d seen her cast over various parts of his body let him know she was probably reminiscing as well.

He saw a change come over her face as though remembering something. “So what did my sister say exactly?” she asked.

Michael laughed before answering. “Don’t get mad. Little sis’ was just looking out for you. It was actually kind of sweet. It must be nice having someone look out for your,” he paused and gave a sly grin, “
interests
, like that. So are you two close?”

“I suppose, as close as could be expected,” she confided. “She’s always been sort of an outsider in the family. Our parents’
happy little surprise
,” she finished chirpily.

“So that explains the age difference,” he said.

London nodded. “My dad is a plotter and planner. Cleveland, my brother. Then me. That was supposed to be it. The perfect little nuclear family. He was busy grooming the two of us when Brooklyn made an appearance. Growing up, when she wasn’t being doted on as the baby of the family, she was being, frankly, somewhat ignored.

“In some ways I envied her. She didn’t have all these expectations placed upon her. She didn’t have to go to Spelman, then Howard, then daddy’s law firm. She could go to Pratt and major in digital arts or whatever. On the other hand, she and my father can’t even talk to one another, unless it’s her pushing his buttons or him criticizing her. I guess I just feel the need to look out for her.”

“That’s nice of you,” he said with a smile that bordered on sadness.

She gave a sympathetic smile. “No such brotherly love between you and Alex?”

He gave a thoughtful look. “It was….
strained
early on, as you can imagine. I was 10 when my father had the affair with his mother.”

London’s face softened as she listened to him.

“I resented him for a long time. Eventually he was old enough to feel it. At some point I realized it wasn’t his fault. Besides, he had it rougher than I did. It has to wear on you, being America’s most famous love child. Then our glorious father did the same thing to him that he’d done to me, hence the third Wright, who also seems to be a bit of a head case.” He sighed with a laugh. “Don’t even get me started on the latest one.

“Alex certainly acted out, partying, drinking, drugs, pretty much checking every box for celebrity tabloid fodder.”

He saw her eyes darken with concern.

“Don’t worry,” he assured her, “he’s moved on from those days. Ironically enough, I think I was the only one to break through to him. By the time he was 22 I sat him down and had a talk with him about what he wanted to do with his life.”

“What exactly does he do?” London asked. “He’s always off jet-setting around the world.”

“The way he explains it, he makes ‘fun profitable,’” he shrugged. “I have no idea what that means but apparently the first club he helped, purely on commission, he increased their profits by 200%. Can’t argue with that, especially when I found out what that commission was.”

She nodded but the concerned look didn’t leave her face.

“Hey, he’s a good guy,” he assured her.

One side of her mouth came up and she nodded. “I suppose I shouldn’t meddle. Look where it’s gotten me!” she laughed.

“Am I that bad?” he countered, with his own laugh.

“No, you’re perfect,” she said, then quickly got embarrassed.

He just laughed again. Then he looked at the swell of her breasts above the knotted towel and the long brown legs peeking from beneath the table.

The feeling is quite mutual Ms. Jefferson.

* * *

T
hey were spooning in bed
, naked body against naked body. It was something he hadn’t done with a woman in a very long time. Getting too close, especially this early on, was always a dangerous proposition. Somehow he felt it was perfectly safe with London.

Just a bit of rebound fun after all.

Her body curved into his perfectly, like the interlocking parts of two puzzle pieces. Michael’s mind lingered on every part of her body that was intertwined with his. The delicate foot that rested lightly on top of his larger one. The long, smooth legs that slinked between his. The round ass pressed right into his groin that was…well it wouldn’t do to dwell on that, especially since she was sound asleep in his arms. He compelled the blood rushing to his cock to make a detour. Instead, he moved on to the back pressed against chest. His torso was much larger and he practically enveloped her as his arm rested around the front of her.

Now that she was asleep, he slid the hand back down to the soft part of her stomach that she’d been so embarrassed about earlier, when she slapped his hand away. He squeezed lightly, enjoying the feel of actual flesh in his hands. The kind of women he was used to made it a point to get rid of any ounce of something that a man could actually hold on to. He had become so accustomed to hardened abs and “buns of steel”, or worse, nothing but skin against bone, that this was a refreshing change.

Not that London didn’t have a perfect figure in her own right. In clothes she looked practically slim. It was just nice to feel womanly curves and softness for once. He pressed closer, enjoying the feel of her hair nuzzled underneath his chin.

In a few hours it would all be over. She’d head uptown, he’d head downtown. The Roosevelt Hotel would be a fond little memory to linger on during a coffee break, or day dream about during a meeting.

He couldn’t let it end like this. He was having way too much fun.