Riding the Corporate Ladder (Indigo) (6 page)

She sat up and straddled him from behind. “Oh, I’d notice.” She put her hands on his back and rubbed gently. She massaged his sides and his bulky shoulders. That was enough to make her close her eyes and lick her lips. Keshaun’s back was huge, fanning out like a cobra. Surely this boy didn’t know how fine he was.

“You just want me for my sex,” he said, and Deena had to put a hand to her mouth to muffle her laughter.

“What’s the problem?” she asked. “What’s really bothering you, Keshaun?”

He rubbed his hands together in his lap. “I just don’t like the way we are,” he said. “I mean, I know we ain’t together, but you treat me like I ain’t shit sometimes.”

You ain’t shit.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do. Like with your little tape you got; don’t you think I care about your job and shit?”

“I know you care about my job, and shit,” she mocked.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about—” He started to get up, and Deena had to pull hard on his shoulders to keep him down.

“I’m just kidding,” she said. “Don’t be like that. Look at me.”

He pouted like a grade-schooler but eventually turned to face her.

“I don’t tell you about that stuff because I honestly didn’t think you wanted to hear about it,” Deena said. Actually she didn’t think he’d understand half the things that went on in her office, but there was no need to be mean.

“I do wanna hear about it,” Keshaun said.

“All right.” Deena nodded. She leaned forward and kissed his bottom lip softly. He didn’t respond, but when she backed away his eyes were closed, and Deena knew she had him.

“Hey,” she said, “something did happen today that I know you’ll be interested in.”

“What?” he asked, still sulking.

“Have you ever heard of a company called Blood Money Records?”

His expression immediately changed. “Hell, yeah, I know about them niggas. They, like, the biggest independent record label in the South. They got that fool Rilla with them. Them niggas go hard.”

Deena laughed. “So you like them?”

He gave her a silly look. “Yeah, I like them. Them boys is hot.”

“Well, guess who’s going to be their lawyer?” she asked.

Keshaun was incredulous. “You is?”

That cracked her up even more. “Well, technically they’re going to be represented by the firm, but yeah, I’m in charge of their account.”

Keshaun shook his head. “Man, that’s crazy. You listen to their music?”

“Not really,” Deena admitted.

“Do you know anything about them?” Keshaun asked. “They got a lot of problems. You know Rilla got arrested for murder last month.”

“Yeah. I looked at the case files.”

“You’re going to be defending him?”

“You sound like you don’t think I can do it.”

He smacked his lips. “You know I didn’t say nothing like that.”

Deena smiled. She found the remote for the television and turned it off again. A second later, her bedroom was once again filled with the sensual sounds of Maxwell. She leaned back on her pillows and crossed her legs seductively. Keshaun watched her every move.

“So, you still mad at me?”

He shook his head. “Why do you have on so many clothes?”

Deena frowned. “Oh, no, you didn’t.”

He laughed and stood on the side of the bed. “Do you want me to do a strip tease for you?”

Deena sat up on her elbows and beamed like a child on Christmas morning.

“Ooh, strip for me, baby.”

“You a freak,” he observed.

“You’re a bigger one,” she said. “Now get naked…”

* * *

Keshaun wasn’t much of a stripper, but when you’re built like a sculpture you don’t have to do much. He stared into Deena’s eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt. He pealed the garment off slowly and tossed it onto the bed. Deena grabbed it up like a groupie and crumpled a fistful of the fabric under her nose. She inhaled his scents slowly; a mixture of Old Spice deodorant, Joop cologne, and a little man funk. The combination of smells gave her slight shivers. Deena loved the way men smelled. She sniffed and grinned but never took her eyes off him.

Keshaun was fortunate enough to have avoided the penitentiary all his life, but he was an avid power-lifter and track star back in high school. Even ten years after graduation, his body was still very delectable.

Keshaun’s chest was smooth and solid. He didn’t have a bodybuilder’s crease down the middle, but both pecs were beautifully defined, protruding from his torso like a stack of books. His nipples were large and suckable, with a few curly hairs lining his areolas.

Keshaun had a flat stomach with the remnants of his six-pack still visible, but it was his lower belly Deena liked the most. She loved those deep lines that formed under his love handles and made a V as they dipped down into his underwear. Ever since she saw D’Angelo’s How Does it Feel video, Deena couldn’t get enough of those sexy creases.

She sat up and moved to the side of the bed to be closer to him. She placed the palm of her hand on his belly and rubbed tenderly. He flinched a little as if her hand was cold. Deena felt the energy radiating from him. Keshaun reached out and slipped the robe off her shoulders. Deena leaned forward and kissed his belly button, and then twirled her tongue inside. He was hot, and a little salty, just the way she like him.

“You should be in a Miss America contest.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Really?”

He nodded humbly. “I swear to God, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Deena scooted back on the bed so she could admire him from a distance. “You’re just saying that.”

“Uhn-uhn. It’s true.” Keshaun undid his belt buckle and let his jeans fall around his ankles. His penis immediately stood erect under his boxers, stretching the fabric like a tent.

“Let that thing out,” Deena cooed.

Keshaun was eager to oblige. He dropped the boxers and stepped closer to the bed. Deena stared at his eight-inch member almost in a daze. She reached out and touched it delicately. The muscles in his stomach tightened. She caressed him slowly at first, and then squeezed a little.

Keshaun shuddered and Deena suddenly felt very powerful. She smiled and grabbed him with both hands. He was so big that the head poked out even with two fists wrapped around it. She felt him pulsating. He was warm and she could feel the blood rushing beneath her fingers. She closed her eyes and then swallowed the head quickly, eager to see how he would respond.

Keshaun’s legs buckled, but he regained his composure quickly. Deena looked up at him, and he was looking at her, too. She let go with one hand and took him deeper into her mouth. She couldn’t get half of it in before he was bumping the back of her throat.

She backed off and kissed the tip and then took him in again, and again, but Keshaun pulled out after that. She squeezed him harder, and his penis throbbed with his heartbeats.

“You finna cum?”

He shook his head, and then nodded.

“You gonna have to keep going,” Deena warned.

Keshaun opened his mouth and stammered over his words. “I-I want my first one…in…you…”

Deena nodded. She slid the robe off her arms and lay back on the bed in only her bra and a pair of very moist panties. Keshaun stared down at her for a long time. He put his hands on her knees and leaned forward until his penis poked through her thighs. Deena closed her legs playfully and caught his snake in a clamp. She saw a bit of his fluids glistening at the tip.

He crawled on top of her, gnawing on his bottom lip. Deena reached up to push his head down, but she didn’t have to; Keshaun was already headed that way on his own. This was their thirteenth time together, and Deena saw that she had him trained well: nobody was getting any nookie until they ate out at the Y. Deena leaned back and took a deep breath in preparation for her all-time favorite pastime.

Keshaun wasn’t the best head doctor in the world, but he did have a couple of tricks Deena had come to admire; he liked to use his hands, and the boy liked to make noises. He lifted her butt from the mattress and hooked her panties at the same time. He pulled the underwear down her legs and gave them a hardy sniff before he tossed them to the floor.

“You nasty.”

He nodded in agreement. He leaned forward and kissed her once on the belly button, and then got right down to business. His first move was always the same and always noteworthy; he flattened his tongue like a sponge and lapped her juices like a kitten with a bowl of milk.

Deena could have lost it right then, but Keshaun was just getting started. He stroked her thighs as he licked, and then cupped his hands under her ass so he could pull her closer. He was strong, and Deena felt like a rag doll in his hands.

Keshaun held his tongue rigid and penetrated her with the soft organ. Deena arched her back and moaned with pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed his ears for support.

Keshaun licked up and down and side to side. He found her clitoris and wrapped his soft lips around it. He latched onto the hard organ and sucked like he wanted milk from it. Deena’s legs trembled, and it was a struggle not to climax in his face. She pushed off with her legs and tried to back away, but Keshaun crawled forward on his elbows and kept up with her.

“Uh-uh. You ain’t going nowhere.”

Deena looked between her legs and saw that he was staring at her. She saw her essence glistening on his lips and couldn’t fight it anymore. Her thighs trembled with the explosive climax, but it was still all good; Keshaun had only just begun to satisfy.

He moistened one of his long fingers and inserted it slowly while he licked her juice box. A few minutes later, he held the lips apart with both hands and tried to shove his whole face inside, it seemed. He smacked and slurped like he was at a watermelon-eating contest. Towards the end he was stroking with two fingers and his tongue and Deena was squealing like a farm animal. She felt moisture dribbling from her. Her whole body was slick like oil.

By the time Keshaun put on a condom and mounted for the actual love-making portion of their encounter, Deena had already cum twice, and his cheeks were slick from the experience. He hovered over her, breathing heavily, and Deena smelled her own scent on his hot breath. She thought she was wet enough to allow him a smooth entry, but Keshaun was huge. She still had to relax and take a few deep breaths before he could get in all the way.

And when she finally was full with him, Deena thought she could die and go to heaven right then; this man made her feel that good. She clawed his back like a savage while he humped. She yelped when he worked his hips like a hammer and hit rock bottom.

She saw stars, moons, and quasars, but just when it was getting really good to her, Keshaun surprised Deena with a move more typical of her repertoire. Out of nowhere he stopped all movements and held himself up on his arms so he could look down at her. Deena’s chest rose and fell like a sprinter’s but she was not yet satisfied.

“What? Why you stop?”

“You…you think you can get my demo to some of them Blood Money niggas?” he asked.

Deena couldn’t believe this shit.

Dude, why talk when licking the kitty is your real career move?

“Sure, baby,” she told him. “Anything you want.”

Keshaun smiled brightly. He pulled out and turned her over with almost no effort. He pulled her up on her knees, and Deena leaned forward with her face in the pillow. Keshaun filled her up again from behind and started plowing like he was digging for gold. Every stroke was like a totally new ecstasy. Deena closed her eyes and hummed and decided this just might be the dick she’d been looking for all her life. Too bad it was attached to an imbecile.

But then again, weren’t they all?

Deena’s cell phone woke her up at 9:45. The sun was already high and fierce in the sky by then, flooding her bedroom with light and warmth. Deena rolled over lazily but did not open her eyes. She recognized the Keyshia Cole ring tone, but convinced herself it might just be the radio. It was too early to deal with people. There was nothing happening outside her bedroom that couldn’t wait a couple of hours.

But then she heard Boogie scratching on her door as well. There was no telling how long he’d been trying to rouse her, and Deena didn’t have the heart to ignore her baby. She sat up slowly and forced her eyelids open. The first thing she saw was Keshaun’s big, black ass, and that made her feel giddy, despite her fatigue.

She reached out and slapped it playfully. “Watch out, now.”

Keshaun reached back in his sleep, but her hand was already gone. He mumbled something she couldn’t make out and rolled over onto his side. Deena sat there and watched him for a few seconds, thinking of how nice it was to have a man in her bed. Maybe she was being too hard on the opposite sex. Surely there was one guy out there who she wouldn’t mind coming home to every day.

But then Keshaun farted and all of those warm thoughts exited stage left.

Deena got out of bed and found her robe crumpled on the floor next to Keshaun’s pants. Her panties had made it to the center of the room somehow, and she didn’t see her bra at all. Her legs were weak, her butt was bruised, and her kitty felt thoroughly used, but Deena had no regrets about last night.