Scandalicious (11 page)

If Solay didn’t have a tight grip on reality, it would be easy to believe the male escort was really feeling her. Maybe he was…they definitely had good sexual chemistry, but that didn’t change the fact that their connection was based on a money transaction. And Solay had no problem with that fact. As long as she was paying, she didn’t have any expectations other than good dick and a powerful orgasm.

Deon cupped the back of her neck, his fingers plunged into her hair as he held her to him. With their hips pressed together in that lingering embrace, Solay felt his dick responding. She drew in a hard breath as she felt the shocking thickness of his dick as it lengthened beneath his jeans.

His lips brushed gently against hers. A soft moan vibrated in Solay’s throat as she opened her mouth to him. His tongue licked against hers…slowly…teasingly, while his agile fingers unclasped her bra. His hands framed her breasts. He moaned in appreciation as his rotating thumbs brought her nipples to hardness.

Tearing his lips from hers, his mouth moved downward, latching onto one corkscrew nipple, and then the other; making Solay emit agonized moans of pleasure.

The last time they were together, Deon had relaxed her with a sensual massage. She had planned to return the favor, but their panting breath, and groping hands made it apparent that prolonged foreplay was not on the agenda tonight. It was also quite obvious that the heat between them was so overpowering, they weren’t going to make it to the bedroom.

A few strides across her small living room, and they tumbled onto the couch. Hastily, Deon unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and allowed the denim to fall past his hips. Like a cobra, his dick lay throbbing and coiled inside his boxer briefs. As if freeing a living creature, Solay yanked his drawers down, giving his dick ample room to stretch and swell to a full erection.

Deon was paid to pleasure Solay, but dual sensations overcame her. Her mouth watered and her pussy tightened at the sight of his masculine deliciousness. She didn’t know whether to jump on the dick and ram it inside her moist walls or suck it like it was a big chunk of gourmet chocolate.

“Can I suck it?” She wanted to taste him so badly, her voice cracked with yearning.

“Hell yeah, you can suck it.” Deon grabbed his dick and guided the head to her lips. With her mouth parted, Solay lowered her head. Deon thrust gently, feeding Solay increments of dick.

Careful not to nick or graze his smooth, even-colored skin with her teeth, she drew in as much length as she could handle without choking. His dick had the sweetest flavor, like it was sugar-coated. Solay gulped in several more inches of the irresistible treat.

Deon groaned. “Daaaamn! I ain’t know your head game was all like this! Slow down, girl. You ’bout to make me bust.”

She didn’t slow down. She didn’t want to. Sucking off a big, curved dick was challenging, but also satisfying after she got it secured inside her mouth. Indulging her passion, Solay disregarded Deon’s protests. She put a suction-hold on his dick that made him gasp.

“Stop, baby. For real. You gotta hold up—wait!” Deon tried to ease his dick out of Solay’s mouth.

But Solay kept sucking. Slurping. Taking it all in. His dick was the ultimate pacifier and she refused to give it up.

Unable to hold back any longer, Deon cried out a warning. Solay didn’t take heed. She wanted it. She closed her eyes blissfully as she swallowed bursts of white hot passion.

“That wasn’t even fair,” he said, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

Solay smiled and licked her lips in satisfaction. “Life isn’t fair.”

“True. True, but I gotta redeem myself.” He shook his head, as if shocked by his lack of self-control.

“Would you like something to drink? You know, something with some kick that might help you recover?”

“Oh, you feeling yourself, now! But, yeah, I could use a lil’ something.”

“Henny, Patrón, Stoli…what’s your pleasure?” Pushing her breasts back inside the cups, Solay readjusted her bra.

“I don’t know why you fixing your bra. Them shits ’bout to come back off,” Deon murmured. He kicked off his sneakers and came out of his jeans and shirt.

“I might as well show off my pretty lingerie until you’re recharged,” Solay said with a taunting smile. She stood and straightened her bra straps.

Solay was ready to leap on him when he stood up, looking edible in his Ralph Lauren briefs. That black tattoo that was draped over his right shoulder was crazy sexy. Deon was hot as all hell. Lawd! But she kept her cool. She was the one in control, and it felt damn good. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled confidently. “What do you have a taste for?”

Deon didn’t answer her. He stared at her; his gaze held a hot intensity that made her heart flutter. The spark of lust between them was palpable, making her legs shake. His eyes penetrated, like a laser that ran from her face down to her breasts.

His serious expression wiped the cocky smile from Solay’s face. Nervously, she moistened her lips.

Deon reached for her hand. “Where you think you going? Get over here, ma.” He pulled her in front of him and his fingers began to tug on the strip of fabric that covered her crotch.

“Don’t you want a drink?” she murmured, feeling her knees weakening.

“Fuck a drink,” Deon growled. “The only thing I wanna taste is you.” He pushed her onto the couch. Ripped the thin fabric of the thong. On his knees, he forcibly pulled Solay’s thighs apart, situating her legs over his shoulders. With her pussy directly in front of his face, Deon burrowed his tongue inside her moist tunnel.

Her hips jerked. She clenched her teeth. Squeezing her eyes shut so tightly, her face was a grimace of sweet pain. What he was doing, the way he was licking her pussy, was giving her a feeling that was so intense, she felt like she could easily lose consciousness. Solay opened her eyes—wide—as she desperately fought to stay alert. But the pussy lashes he was delivering were too much for her. Her eyelids fluttered helplessly. The last thing she noticed before giving into blinding ecstasy were her sequined heels. Caught in a frenzy of sensations as his tongue lashed and stroked her to spasms, one shoe had fallen under the coffee table and the other had been kicked clean across the living room.

Hours passed.

“You got good pussy, baby. You da shit,” Deon mumbled as he caressed Solay’s breasts. “If you don’t stop me, I’ma be on that ass all night long,” he warned.

His words—the sound of his voice had Solay going wild. His touch was fire, and she loved the hot streaks that his hands made as they blazed all over her body. It was the beginning of another round—six—or was it round seven? Solay had lost count, and it really didn’t matter. She and her sexy escort couldn’t get enough of each other.

They got it in on the couch, in the shower and in a variety of positions—doggy style, standing up, missionary…like they were working their way through the Kama Sutra. With every sweet stroke that Deon delivered, Solay had yelled, “You’re the best I ever had.” It wasn’t merely sex talk. She meant that shit.

Now they were in lying in bed. Chilling for a few minutes.

With his arms wrapped around her, her back was pressed
against his chest. She could feel the beat of his heart, and it unsettled her. He cupped her titties, bringing her nipples to hardness with circling fingertips.

“You tired? Had enough?” Deon murmured.

“Give me five minutes,” she whispered, realizing that she could use a short break. She closed her eyes, relaxing and enjoying the feeling of his touch that had cooled down from red-hot passion to soothing warmth.

She felt blanketed in emotional security, calmed by physical satisfaction—feelings she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. She’d fooled herself into thinking that she didn’t need a man, but having Deon so close—feeling his body pressed against hers was so relaxing—so calming. She was reminded of what was missing in her life. She let out a long sigh. Experience had taught her not to get too comfortable with this kind of pleasure. It was a shame that something as basic as having regular sex from a faithful man was as far from reach as the damn moon.

She turned around and faced Deon. Considering it a harmless fantasy, she pretended that he wasn’t dick for rent—she touched his face and kissed him deeply. Their tongues lashed together—a prelude to another round of hot, sweaty sex.

T
he door that bore the indentation of Lincoln’s fist had been replaced, but the effects of his volcanic explosion still lingered in the household. For the past week, the children had been tense, watching their parents with anxious eyes.

Pretending that everything was all right, Lincoln and Chevonne went out of their way to speak in civil tones whenever Tori and Amir were within earshot. But their bedroom was the designated war zone. The marital bedroom was the place where Lincoln hurled unkind words and hurtful slurs.

It was past ten at night and Chevonne was lingering downstairs in the kitchen longer than usual. Lincoln assumed that she was hoping to escape the brooding atmosphere of their bedroom, trying to avoid another heated argument. She thought if she wasted enough time in the kitchen, Lincoln would be asleep when she turned in for bed.

She thought wrong. Lincoln brought his pissed-off attitude downstairs. He stood in the entryway, observing her as she unloaded the dishwasher. The emotional pain he was enduring hurt worse than a bullet in the chest. The ragged hole in his heart bled without cessation. Pointing the finger of blame at Chevonne gave him temporary relief, but he realized that this was no way to live.

She turned to him, her expression weary. “Do you want to talk?”

“No. I’m tired of talking…tired of arguing; I want a divorce.” Chevonne had committed the ultimate betrayal, and if he didn’t
leave her, he was going to wind up in jail for a crime of passion—a crime that in his mind was justifiable homicide.

Chevonne took in a sharp breath. “We can get past this…we have to.”

He shook his head grimly. “My mind is made up. I’ve been looking for an apartment. As soon as I find one, I’m leaving.”

Chevonne’s eyes narrowed threateningly. “Amir is not going with you! You can forget that. I’m a good mother! I’ll fight you in court over my children, and believe me, I’ll win!” Her words came out in a rush of desperation.

Lincoln let her words sink in. Courts were reluctant to take children away from their mother…even when said mother was a whoring adulteress. Although Chevonne had recklessly gambled with their family’s future, she would still be considered as the better parent in the court’s eyes. A torrent of angry words came to mind, but Lincoln didn’t say anything; he silently seethed.

“I don’t want to fight you,” she said quietly. “I want to work this out.”

“Then you need to start telling the truth. Why’d you fuck him?”

Looking trapped and helpless, she shrugged. “I thought it would be a one-time thing.”

“That’s not what I asked. I want to know why you made a conscious decision to step outside our marriage and fuck that dude.”

“We used to laugh and talk. We shared everything. You were my best friend. Then you changed. You became withdrawn and bitter—you know—after the pay cuts.”

“I knew it!” He pointed at her accusingly. “In your mind, I became less than a man when my money changed.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. Your anger affected our relationship.”

“Don’t twist this around and try to place the blame on me.
Own up to the fact that you tipped out on me during the worst phase of my life.”

She nodded sadly. “I know that my actions have devastated our family, and I’m so sorry. But I really believe that time can heal this. We can at least try.”

Lincoln shook his head. “I can’t recover from this. As soon as I find a spot, I’m out. I love my children too much to disrupt their lives. I won’t fight you for custody of Amir; I’ll settle for visitation.”

“Don’t leave us, Lincoln. Me and the kids need you here. Why can’t you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“I wish I could, Chevonne.”

“I don’t expect forgiveness to happen overnight. We can go to marriage counseling. I’ll do whatever it takes to save our marriage.”