Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong: A BWWM Romance (7 page)

T
hey had moved
on to Guy Ritchie movies and Brooklyn was emerged in
Lock, Stock & Two Smokin’ Barrels
while she ate her California Rolls. Alex had ordered way too much sushi and somehow had sake delivered at the same time. Now they were gorging themselves on a Saturday night while indulging in another movie binge fest.

They hadn’t bothered to get dressed and after almost 24 hours, exploring each other’s bodies Brooklyn actually felt more comfortable lying naked on the covers next to him than she would have in clothes.

All of a sudden she felt something cool and sticky being applied to her back.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she squealed, flinching.

“Just hold still,” he ordered. “This is what you get for taunting me with that body of yours.”

She braced herself as he placed a row of rolls and raw fish down her back. The culmination was the two he placed on each of her ass cheeks. She flinched yet again as he poured a tiny puddle of soy sauce in the small of her back.

“What the hell?” she yelped again.

“You have these two perfect little indentations here,” he said. “Like they were meant for dipping. Or something else,” he said, dipping his tongue into the pool.

Brooklyn squealed with laughter.

“Careful,” he warned.

She lost focus on the movie as he dipped his head down to grab a roll off her back with his teeth. The next moment she felt it go into the pool of soy sauce in her lower back, swirling it around. Then she heard him slurp it up making her laugh yet again.

She lay there only half paying attention to the movie as he worked his way down her back, lips and teeth occasionally glancing against the skin. It was intensely erotic having her body used in this way. When he got to the first tuna roll sitting on her ass, he deliberately let his teeth sink in gently to the skin. Her body spasmed from the feel of it and she reached around to slap the back of his head with a laugh.

He dipped it in the remaining soy sauce and blew bubbles around it with his mouth. That was enough to get her spasming and laughing again.

“Oh wait,” she said all of a sudden. “This is my favorite part.” She reached out for the remote and turned the sound up.

“‘
If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain’t the kind of pussy to drink it.
’” She intoned.

Alex joined her for the finishing line. “‘
Dja know what I mean?’
” they said in unison.

“Speaking of drinking,” Alex said. The next moment his tongue was against the small of her back, lapping up the remainder of soy sauce.

Brooklyn arched her back in response, flinching from the ticklish feel of it. The sauce made its way back into the crease between her cheeks.

“Ugh!” she yelped. “Now look what you made me do!”

“Perfect,” he murmured against her skin. She felt his tongue follow the trail of sauce down her ass.

Brooklyn sighed, relaxing into it as he maneuvered himself between her legs, spreading them open. She gasped as his fingers spread her ass open and his tongue traced its way down to the puckered hole, now covered with a dribble of soy sauce. Her toes curled and she bit her lip as he thrust his tongue into her ass, wreaking havoc on her senses. She grabbed the sheets and mewled into the mattress as he continued to probe her, all while kneading her ass.

Once she was licked free of soy sauce, his tongue swirled its way lower, his hands spreading her legs even wider. She moaned into the mattress as her body reacted with gushing pleasure.

“Alex,” she sighed.

He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her pelvis, pushing her ass up into the air to give him easier access. Then his tongue went to work on her clit as his fingers slid inside her dripping wetness. Her sighs turned to moans as he curved his fingers in, stroking her g-spot while his tongue did a tap dance over the tiny nub.

Alex kept her legs firmly apart as her body twisted and rocked underneath his spastic tongue and probing fingers. Her back arched and her arms reached out in front of her, desperate to hold on to something as her body convulsed with orgasm after orgasm.

“Alex
, please!
” she screamed, stifling the loud moans into the mattress.

He finally pulled himself up. She looked back to see him wiping his mouth with a wicked smile and she knew he wasn’t finished.

He grabbed another pillow and thrust it under her, lifting her ass even higher. Then he reached over to the nightstand, grabbing another condom to unroll on his dick, which was rock hard by now. She spread her legs open for him and impatiently lifted her pelvis wanting him inside of her.

Alex knelt behind her, grabbed her hips and unceremoniously thrust himself inside of her. She grunted at the impact of it, shuddering as his hardness stroked the already stimulated walls of her pussy.

He lifted himself from his kneeling position, taking her hips with him so that the lower part of her body was completely lifted off the bed like a wheelbarrow. At this angle it was easier for him to thrust himself in and out of her recklessly. Her fingers curled into the sheets, holding on as her body was pounded mercilessly.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he slowed down and dropped back to the bed, bringing her with him. He pulled out and grabbed one of her legs.

“This time I want to see you when you come,” he growled.

He brought the leg around, twisting her body so that she was on her back, the pillows still positioned under her, thrusting her hips up into the air. Alex guided is penis back inside of her and slid it deep inside, his body leaning forward with the same motion.

They stared deep into each other’s eyes as he began rocking himself in and out of her slowly. The sensation was a drastic change from the rabid fucking he’d inflicted on her mere seconds ago.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Say it then,” he urged.

“I like it,” she moaned.

“Say it like you mean it,” he ordered. “I wanna know what turns you on.”

“I like your big dick deep inside of me, fucking me, making me come,” she moaned.

“That’s it baby,” he said, getting excited and going faster. “When I’m done with this pussy, it’ll be ruined for any other dick. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right, baby,” she cooed. “Your dick is so fucking amazing, I love the way you use it, making me come so fucking hard.”

Her words rang true as he pumped himself into her harder, stroking her g-spot and sending convulsions of pleasure echoing through her body. She arched her back so that her entire body was off the mattress as she screamed out her first orgasm. He stayed deep inside her, embracing the feel of her inner walls as they clutched his shaft with a vibrating grip.

“Oh Alex,” was all she could muster as she came crashing down.

He leaned over her and she could feel his fingers dig roughly into her hips as he impaled her on his cock one final time. His own back arched with pleasure as he climaxed, his cock spasming inside of her. After a moment, he released his grip and brought her hips back down gently onto the pillows.

They both stared at each other, breathing heavily with smiles plastered over their faces. Alex eventually crawled over to lie next to her as she pushed herself off the pillows. She curled in next to him, and he wrapped an arm around her.

“That was fun,” she murmured into his chest.

“Yeah, we have to order sushi more often.”

She laughed into his chest, then thought about the implications of that statement.

“Actually, I should probably get going. I have to wake up and take my grandma to church in the morning.”

“Oh, please tell me I’ve been corrupting a church girl all weekend,” he begged, with a laugh.

She chuckled into him. “Not really, but I promised to take her tomorrow. I only go if I get to walk with her. But it’s all the way up in Harlem and the subway takes forever from my place, so….” She pushed herself off of him.

Alex grabbed her and brought her back down next to him. “Don’t go,” he said. “How about this, I’ll get you a car in the morning. That way you don’t have to worry about the subway and you can take grandma to church in style.”

“Thanks but I really should—”

“Seriously,” he insisted. “I can’t let this weekend end so soon. We have yet to watch
Snatch
.”

She waited a beat, then nodded. Were one-night stands supposed to last this long?

* * *

T
he next morning
, she woke up before him. The sun was already peeking through the east-facing windows. She stared down at his sleeping face and smiled. It had been a fun weekend. Truth be told, it had been one of the best weekends of her life.

She pulled the covers down to take one last look at the part of him that had pleasured her so perfectly. Brooklyn’s lips came together in an amused twist as she leaned in to inspect the message below his pubic hair. She couldn’t wait to go back and tell her roommates about that part.

“Are you pondering what I’m pondering, Pinky?” he said.

She popped her head up in embarrassed surprise. She laughed when she saw him grinning up at her. “I think so, Brain, but how am I going to make it in time to pick up my grandmother, then make it to church before service starts?”

“So, she’s familiar with
Pinky & the Brain,
the best cartoon series in history. I’ve got to marry this girl!”

Brooklyn gave him a wink and got off the bed to find her clothes.

Alex pulled himself up to watch her. “So you really have to go?”

“I really have to go,” she pulled her underwear on. “It’s my turn, and I actually like my grandma. Besides, I have a present to give her.”

He nodded. “Well I did order that car last night. It should be here soon.”

“Thanks for that,” she smiled, pulling on her jeans.

He watched her as she finished getting dressed. As she pulled her lace top over her head, he got out of the bed, still completely naked and came up to her.

She bit her lip to hold back the smile at seeing his slightly hardened, morning wood. Then she blinked in surprise as his hands came up to her face.

Without a word, he leaned down to kiss her. It was long and pleasurable, and almost enough to tempt her to stay.

Then he pulled away and smiled. “Goodbye, Brooklyn Smith.”

She smiled back at him. “Goodbye, Alex Smith.”

She stared at him a moment longer then quickly escaped into the hallway, shutting the door behind her. When she made it to the first floor, she saw the Town Car waiting outside.

Her phone dinged a text message to her.

Brooklyn stopped in her tracks, already regretting the end to the weekend. Tomorrow was Monday. Back to Mr. Wright. Back to Mr. Perfect.

Never mind that she had already pretty much experienced perfection.

* * *

“
A
nd what was
that I saw outside? I know you didn’t rent a Town Car just to take your grandma to church,” Lucille chided.

“Maybe I did,” Brooklyn teased, stepping inside as her grandma cast a dubious look behind her at the car.

“Mmm-hmmm,” she murmured. “Now tell grandma the real truth.”

“It’s from a friend,” Brooklyn said, being purposefully vague.

“A friend, huh?” Lucille replied, still not convinced. “Well, I certainly hope this
friend
is worth it.”

“If I wanted the third degree, grandma, I’d just go and take daddy to church. Or rather London, so she could act as his little informant.

“And to think, I went to all the trouble to get you a gift,” Brooklyn pondered out loud teasingly.

“Girl, you better get over here and give your grandma some sugar.” Lucille chided, giving her granddaughter a break.

Brooklyn smiled and went over to hug her.

“Now what’s this gift?” Lucille asked, getting excited.