back?”
“Closed.”
“Fuck!” He dialed the gift shop direct to confirm.
“Let’s cuddle tonight, and pick up where we left off tomorrow.” I slipped under the covers.
Jay exhaled, then crawled in beside me, obviously frustrated. He asked, “So, how many kids?”
“None,” I said, rolling over.
“Abortion?”
“No.”
“Miscarriage?”
“Nope.”
“But—”
“Long story.” I kissed him. “Good night.”
CHAPTER 5
Jay
I walked out of Ashlee’s hotel suite and slammed my hand against the wall. “Fuck!” I was so upset with myself. How in the hell could I have gone out of the house without bringing some condoms? I could have sworn I had one in my wallet, but then again, I wasted it the other night on that bad-sex-having-can’t-make-a-brother-come-hopeI-never-see-her-again Monica. Damn! And after the way I had Ashlee humping and creaming all over my finger with that tight-ass pussy of hers, I just knew I was about to tear that shit up. Damn, I know that shit was gonna be good. I was tempted to plead with her to just trust me and let me go “raw dog” it. Then again I was glad I didn’t—no need to die over some pussy. Besides, there’s always tonight and she wanted it as much as me, if not more.
I pressed the DOWN button for the elevator and waited for its arrival. Just thinking about the whole foreplay incident and leaving without getting any added more fuel to the fire. I slammed my fist against the wall for the second time, and the elevator door opened simultaneously. There was a white guy standing inside the elevator, looking wide-eyed and apparently startled. I must have scared the shit out of him when I slammed my hand against the wall before stepping inside the elevator, because he looked shaken.
I mumbled a quick “What’s up?” but could do nothing to mask the pissed-off expression on my face.
The man eased back toward the corner, never taking his eyes off me.
I almost laughed at the short, stocky man, but if I were him, I might’ve been scared of me too. I glanced at my watch and realized it was damn near five o’clock in the morning. I bet his short ass just left from getting him some. And just looking at him, he wasn’t even a real playa. Damn, Jay, how the fuck could you forget to bring some condoms?
The valet brought my BMW to the front door in little to no time. I didn’t mean to burn rubber as I left the hotel, but I guess my anger had gotten the better of me. I chose to ride toward home in silence, but without the blaring radio, or someone to talk to, my mind quickly replayed my last moments with Ashlee. Her naked body kept flashing into my mind.
It had been a while since I’d enjoyed a shower scene with any woman. I was ready to be inside Ashlee right then and there, but for the first time in a long while, I felt like taking things slow. She seemed like the kind of woman a man should take his time with. I could tell Ashlee was somewhat embarrassed by the scars on her thighs, so I avoided staring at them as much as I could, and I disregarded my mind telling me to further question how she got them. Instead, I aimed to show her that she was still beautiful to me by kissing and licking her thighs the way I do my favorite dessert, vanilla ice cream.
All women loved my large-size hands, so I gave Ashlee the same treat all women get—the finger fuck—just before getting the real deal. I never expected her to feel as tight as she did once I slid my finger inside her, so that came as a welcome surprise to me. My dick got even harder, growing at least another inch thicker, as I thought of having her tight pussy clamming me with every stroke. I loved the silkiness of Ashlee’s wetness creeping up my hand as I finger-fucked her. Her moans were sexy as hell, and I could’ve very easily gotten off at the same time she climaxed, if I was masturbating. Her pussy contracted over and over again, gripping my finger as if it was a dick inside her. Her fluid was thick and plentiful, just the right amount of wetness for a man my size to enter a tight pussy with a condom without causing pain.
But entering Ashlee quickly became a fantasy as we both were rudely awakened by the discovery that neither of us possessed a condom. I should give myself an F on the playa’s score card for this one.
Aaawww, fuck! Driving and reminiscing caused a brotha’s shit to tighten up. God, do I hate having blue balls! Far, far too much pressure on a man. A woman can get horny, be on the verge of having sex, but then not get any and still keep her cool. But a man—almost getting some doesn’t work. Nothing can keep us from getting blue balls except being able to relieve the buildup. The only thing on my mind was to find a way to let loose. It didn’t matter what time of morning. I just needed some sexual healing, and quick! I knew who I could call—fine-ass Janice. I used to mess with her when we both lived in New York. She’d moved down to D.C. about a year ago. Only reason I hadn’t called her since I moved was that Janice could get a little ghetto and always seemed to have some type of drama. But she’d also take it any way I tossed it at her and never make a complaint of how hard I tapped it either. Plus, the one thing I could count on was for her to throw that ass back when I was hittin’ it, and unlike Monica keep it with rhythm too. Now I was horny as hell, and desperate times call for desperate measures, so I was willing to deal with her drama. The only problem with Janice was the possibility she just might have company if I didn’t call her the day before. Janice wouldn’t dare spend the weekend alone. She didn’t have to. Janice is a freak-a-lic and proud to be one. She possesses far too much talent in bed than to lie alone and masturbate.
I had enough with reflecting. My balls hurt, and it was time to set forth things in motion. I’ll never know what I could get unless I make that call. Here goes nothing.
“Hello,” her sweet voice answered on the first ring.
“Hello yourself,” I responded.
“Jay? Is that you?” Janice asked.
“The one and only. Yeah, baby, it’s me. How are you doing?”
“Damn. It’s been a long time, Jay. What you doing callin’ me at five o’clock in the morning? I could be lying next to someone, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. And I know I didn’t wake you, because you answered on the first ring. I also know you don’t have company, because if you did, I would’ve heard the computer on your answering machine instead of your sweet voice. What you doing up at five on a Sunday morning? A fine chocolate thang like you should be getting her beauty rest.” I thought Janice would laugh, but she didn’t.
“I’ve been waiting on someone to call me. Looks like I got stood up. We both know that’s a first.” Janice’s tone was rather solemn. This was my opportunity to pull the playa’s card and make it work for me.
“Whoa, Janice, I’m sorry to hear that. Whoever this man is, he apparently doesn’t understand who you are and what you’re capable of. As a matter of fact, I’m ready to take a drive over there to see you now. What you think? Can I take his place? Can I be your breakfast in bed?”
“Only if you still pack the right sausage and if the meat is lean. You know how I eat hardy every time you bring me the plate.”
“Oh yeah. Boy, do I ever know what you mean! I ain’t met a woman who could swallow the sausage like you.”
“Is that right, Daddy?”
“That’s right,” I answered in a deep seducing tone.
“Then you need to act like it and bring yo’ ass on over here. I’ve got an itching inside my throat that I know only your dick can scratch. How long will it take you to get over here?”
“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word. I’m making a U-turn now. Get up and go unlock the door, then lie back in bed wearing nothing but your birthday suit. I’ll be there in ten minutes with your morning