Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong: A BWWM Romance (17 page)

L
ondon’s eyes blinked open
. She felt the hairs of Michael’s chest and legs tickling the back of her body. His hand was securely over her little pooch of a tummy almost grabbing it. She placed her hand over his and moved it up. That was better. Clayton used to tease her about it, grabbing it and wondering aloud why it didn’t match the rest of her. It wasn’t even that pronounced! Only when she sat down, or bent over or…curved into a spoon against another man.

Michael had grabbed it in a way that was playful, but adoring. He’d even purred in her ear that it was “nice.” She put her hand back over his and slid it down again.

She smiled and shifted her head to look at the clock: 3 a.m. In a few hours she’d have to get up and catch a cab back to her place to get dressed and make it into work by 9. Right now she wanted to stay just like this.

Eventually, her bladder had other ideas

She slowly disentangled herself from Michael and scooted to the side of the bed. It was still pitch black and she couldn’t see the shirt that her feet got tangled in, nearly causing her to trip and fall. She picked up the offending piece of clothing and realized it was Michael’s shirt. She brought it up to her nose, smothering herself in the scent that she had just left. As she made her way to the bathroom she slipped it on. The tails hung past her ass and the sleeves reached her finger tips.

When she came back, she carefully made her way around to her side of the bed. She knelt on the mattress looking at his dark outline. She decided to take a chance and turn on the light on the nightstand. She wanted to see him.

The light snapped on in a soft glow and she waited to see if he would wake up. He lay sleeping peacefully. The arm that had been draped across her was now lying on the mattress. The covers reached up to his waist and she couldn’t resist pushing them down ever so slightly.

London bit her bottom lip as the comforter slid over his hips, revealing his penis. It was semi-soft with the mildest morning stiffness and she sighed moving in closer to look at it. One finger reached out to trace the veins along the shaft. She opened her hand to lightly circle it, noting the fact that the tips of her fingers barely met. That would explain last night’s orgasm, she thought, smiling to herself.

“Mmm, what a pleasant way to wake up,” his scratchy voice said above her.

She flinched and accidentally tugged the cock that her hand was circled around.

“Ohh,” he growled in pain. “Not so good,” he winced.

“I’m sorry,” she yelped letting go. “You frightened me,” she chided.

He rolled over onto his back and looked up at her, squinting with one eye open. “Well I certainly didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He lay back on the pillow, hands behind his head, an inviting smile on his face—and his penis growing more erect. “Loving that shirt on you, by the way.”

She stared down at him with a smile, which grew into an impish grin as an idea came to her. She lifted herself up to straddle his knees above the covers. Her eyes looked at him seductively as she bent over his erection. She saw the smile on his face grow as he realized what she was about to do.

“Mmm,” he murmured, “I could wake up to this every day.”

She flicked out her tongue and ran it lightly over the ridge on the bottom side of his penis, never once taking her eyes off of him. She circled the rim of his engorged head, working her way around and around to the slit on top.

“You like that?” she purred.

All he could do was nod. She saw his breath get heavier as she took the head in her mouth, gently sucking while her eyes watched his facial features harden with fervor. His dark blue eyes stared back at her fiercely.

She brought her hands up to circle him, sliding them down with a firm grip. His erection now conveniently stood straight up, allowing her to easily bring her head down to take him in. She tasted the salty mix of pre-cum and the sweat of his body. She felt the thick veins and hard length of him under her hands and tongue. Her throat opened up to take in as much of him as possible, wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given her last night.

His thighs stiffened under her as she brought her head lower, taking more and more, wanting it all. She let her hands accomplish what her mouth couldn’t, gripping, stroking, occasionally reaching down to fondle his balls.

Everything about his taste and scent was turning her on. She listened with pleasure to his heavy breaths and occasional groans. She continued on, quickening her pace and working up a rhythm. Her eyes rolled up to find his head thrown back, the hands behind him gripping the pillow. She continued on, her mouth sucking, her hands stroking, her throat opening.

“I’m coming, London,” he warned her.

She just murmured her consent as she continued to watch him. A loud groan escaped his lips, as his body stiffened even more. One second later the result of his climax erupted down her throat and she swallowed greedily. She kept her lips wrapped around him until he was completely limp.

London pulled herself up to look at the aftermath, while his eyes were still closed. He was so enjoyable to look at, especially with that silly smile on his face, put there by her. With his arms still stretched above him, his large, muscular body became even more taut. She reached out to tickle her fingers through his chest hair, which tapered to a fine line across his abs, before broadening out again just above his pubic area. Everything about him screamed:
Man.

“I’m beginning to feel objectified here,” he said, opening one eye.

“Well, you shouldn’t be such an
attractive
object,” she responded with a smile.

“Hmm, speaking of attractive objects, you in that shirt is doing something to me.”

“I was about to take it off, but since you like it so much….”

“Whoa,” he cautioned, “Let’s go back to that plan A of yours.”

She stared down at him with a questioning smirk before she rapidly began to unbutton it.

“Slower,” he coaxed.

She licked her lips and slowly made her way down the shirt, undoing each button with deliberate patience. Michael stared up at her, hands still behind his head while he watched the show. Once she had completely unbuttoned herself, she sat there on top of him waiting.

“Now pull it apart slowly.”

She did as instructed, pulling it apart inch by inch until the sliver of skin peeking between the sides expanded to reveal her breasts and stomach completely. She chewed her bottom lip as she sat there watching him watch her.

“You’re so perfect,” he sighed reaching up to cup one of her breasts. “Just one small flaw.”

She frowned, immediately looking down at her body and noting the small bulge where her stomach wasn’t exactly flat. While she was contemplating this, she felt his strong hands reach up, grab her by the arms and swing her around until she was lying on the bed next to him.

“What are you doing?” she yelped with surprise.

“You were in the wrong position,” he said with a wink and a grin as he sat up on one elbow looking at the still fully exposed torso. “It’s only fair that I get my turn with you.”

He traced a finger around one nipple, causing it to harden in response. The next moment his head was bent over it, his mouth covering the dark brown tip while his finger worked its way down to her navel.

London sighed as she felt the swirl of his tongue teasing her nipple. She brought a hand up to cup the back of his head, enjoying the feel of her fingers sinking into the thick hair. It stayed there as his head moved to kiss the trail that his finger was making across her chest and stomach. She laughed when his tongue darted into her bellybutton, tickling her.

“I love the way your body feels when you laugh,” he murmured against her jiggling belly. He blew a raspberry to make her laugh even harder. She did, but not without a slap against his head and a shout of protest.

“Don’t, or I’m getting right back under these covers!” she screamed.

He put his hands up in surrender, but kept his lips against her stomach. He had to shift position as his fingers worked their way down to her thighs. The journey continued along, his kisses following his fingertips until he was all the way down to her feet. After kissing the top part, he took her big toe into his mouth making her laugh again.

It was fun, and silly, and incredibly hot. In some respects Michael had been right yesterday when he surmised about her sex life with Clayton, at least in the past few years, where it had become routine and predictable. He’d certainly never taken her big toe in his mouth.

She forgot all about her ex as Michael worked his way back up her legs, slowly spreading them open as he positioned himself between them. The evidence of her excitement was quite apparent as the cool air of the room hit the wetness in between. As he slid down for a repeat of last night, she placed her hand back onto his head, bracing herself.

It was indeed a pleasant way to wake up.

* * *

A
t some point
they realized they needed to actually get out of bed.

“We could always call in sick. Check-out isn’t until noon,” he suggested with a raised eyebrow.

London gave him an indulgent smile as she zipped her skirt up. “Any other week I’d probably take you up on it, but my dad’s way too excited about this Dion Davis run for mayor. I mean, he’s done some good for Harlem, but I just wonder if he’s appropriate for mayor of New York. Frankly, I think he just enjoys the status.”

Michael gave a snort as he buttoned his shirt.

London looked up at him, slightly offended. “Don’t mock. It’s still better than representing Goldman Sachs, Mr. Wall Street attorney.”

Michael laughed. “It’s not that,” he said shaking his head. “It’s just that you mention the mayoral race. You’ll never guess who I just found out wants to run.”

London stopped adjusting her skirt, curious for obvious reasons. “Who?”

“My dad. Frankly, I think he’s only running out of boredom. Honestly, he’d be terrible for—”

“What?”
she interrupted, looking at him in shock.

He stopped talking and just stared back at her, wondering why she was getting so worked up.

“Your dad’s running for mayor.
Richard Wright?
”

“Yeah, can you believe—?”

“And you’re just now telling me this?” she cried.

He gave her a confused look. “I didn’t think it was important,” he shrugged.

“Oh my god,” she said pacing the room. “This is—this is
huge
. I’ve got to get out of here, like
now
. I can’t be seen with you. Where are my shoes?”

“Wait a second, here,” he said, focusing on one part of that monologue. “Why can’t you be seen with me?”

She looked up at him as though he were crazy. “You’re his son.”

“Yeah,
son
,” he pointed out. “I don’t see where the problem is.”

“I’m representing one of his potential opponents.”

“Again, I don’t see the problem. I’m not representing him. Heck, I wouldn’t even
vote
for him!”

“Still, it’s—it’s a conflict of interest.”

“Maybe you missed the part where I said I wouldn’t even vote for him,” he reminded her. “There’s no conflict here, London.”

“It just looks bad,
really
bad,” she said with an exasperated sigh, finally finding her shoes and putting them on.

“So that’s it then?” he asked with disbelief. “Just because my dad happens to be running for mayor.”

“Listen,” she said, calming down and walking over to him. “I had a very,
very
good time. I would love to do it again, but…now it’s just complicated.”

She stood on her toes to kiss him. It was nice,
too
nice. She broke away and looked up at his handsome face with regret.

“Thanks again, Michael,” she said, then quickly grabbed her purse and headed out before he could say anything more.