Lying Lips (2 page)

Chapter 2

I stormed up to the door proudly, ready for action. When he opened it though, all pride was gone as my body immediately submitted to his unspoken will. I gravitated toward him. He pushed me up against the still open door. He looked at me hard as he began to unzip his slacks. He hoisted my left leg over his arm and smiled ever so softly as he realized I was naked.

And he entered me.

“Ooohh gawd!” I cried out loud.

He never uttered a syllable. His thrusts were slow and agonizing. He plowed his way through me until his tip and my back wall were one. He rolled his hips and lingered for a minute before pulling out only to ease back in. I was on fiyah. My whole body blushed as he worked me.

He leaned in for a kiss while pulling the upper part of my coat open, exposing my breasts to the night air. My nipples were immediately hard. His mouth was on them in no time. His slow, lazy licks, sent shivers down my spine just as a car rolled down the street. The realization that we were performing for the whole neighborhood turned me on immensely. He could tell and began to pick up the pace.

Asanti kept his warm oral cavity on my chest, gently nipping at my nipples and sucking on my cushiony flesh, leaving little red marks all over my mounds. He didn’t seem to care that we could be seen and that kicked the intensity up another notch for me.

He moved up to my neck and began to suck and bite. It stung. It tingled. It made me give up my juices. I leaned my head back and wrapped my arms around his head, enclosing him in my heated grasp. He continued to taste my flesh and fill me with his magnum. He moved up to my ears and began to suckle my lobes. I was on the edge of insanity and didn’t know how much longer I could take him.

He seemed to sense my loss of control and with a depravity that I had never experienced he increased the speed of his lovemaking. Within minutes I was calling out incoherently. And just as his next door neighbor pulled into the driveway that was about twenty feet away from us, both of our dams broke. The neighbor sat in his car and stared at us as I openly stared back at him.

As if we were one, our bodies discharged together. His essence was hot, filling. Mine was steaming, escaping me, waxing his wide, long, and beautiful sex tool. We held each other for the longest time as we looked eye to eye. He continued to fill me with part of him. My insides were jumping for joy as I received the gift he was giving me.

I loved it. A little too much. He knew it as he slowly removed himself from me. I was a trembling mess. This was the second time in less than twelve hours that I had shared my chocolate pudding with this stranger and yet, I felt nothing but an intense satisfaction. What was happening to me? How could I repeatedly give myself to this man of whom I knew nothing but the name he gave me? I didn’t even know if that was real. 

Lowering my leg to the floor, he grabbed my hand and escorted me into his home, locking the door behind us. Watching him complete that act seemed funny to me after what we had just done in the middle of the doorway with it open for anyone who wanted to watch our wanton display. A smile covered my lips.

“Is that smile for me?” He asked. I had no idea that he was even looking at me, I was so lost in my own thoughts.

“Yes,” I allowed the words to flow from my tongue.

“Really?” He locked his arms around me and held my stare.

I began to squirm under his gaze. It felt as though he was looking into my soul.

“Yes, really,” I mustered the courage to say. I couldn’t believe how on edge he had me.

I could never in my life remember when a man made me feel so childlike, so nervous, so giddy. So quintessentially feminine. The sound of my heartbeat seemed to be echoing throughout the room. I was becoming dizzy with even more lust than previously. What the hell was my problem?

He chuckled briefly before releasing me and walking away from me, the same way he’d done that morning. I stood in the middle of his foyer fighting to get it together. It took me a few minutes, but I finally did. It was then that I looked around and really saw where I was.

His home was beautiful, big and lavish. Very masculine and yet a woman could feel like a queen surrounded by so much beauty. Before I had the slightest chance to step into another room and get a better look at my surroundings, Asanti returned with keys in hand.

“You ready?” He approached me, dressed impeccably in slacks and a crew neck, earth tone brown shirt. 

“Ready for what?” I eyed his sexy physique.

“Dinner?” He took a few steps closer to me. His smell was intoxicating.

“Sure,” I said, having resigned myself to whatever it was he wanted of me.

“Lets go,” he grabbed my hand and began leading back toward the door that served a wonderful purpose only minutes before. It was then that I remembered I was naked under my coat.

“Wait a minute!” I exclaimed excitedly. “I’m not dressed to go out.”

“You look wonderful to me,” he said as he continued gently leading me toward the door.

“But I—” He stopped me with a simple gesture of his hand and a sexually stimulating look on his face. 

“But…” He looked at me, “I want the company of a beautiful woman this evening and I want that woman to be you.”

Those words were simple enough, but coming from him they seemed to be more explosive than a thousand pounds of TNT. I was hot again. I wanted him again. I was obedient to him again. Without another moment of hesitation I allowed him to lead me out of his home, into his vehicle and through the city until we were at an elegant restaurant talking to a Maitre’D, waiting to be seated. All the while I kept trying to convince myself that I was behaving normally, but I knew better. Much better.

As Asanti and I were escorted through the ritzy restaurant, surrounded by people with money as old as earth itself, I was suddenly very self-conscious. Every one of my senses was working overtime.

The coat seemed to send electricity through me each time any part of it made contact with any part of my skin. My nipples ached, my core thumped, my flesh seemed to burn. I was hot and no amount of liquid could cool me off, unless the liquid poured from deep within the wells of Asanti Styles. The man who was watching me like a hawk until we were seated at our table which just so happened to be in the center of the huge dining room.

“How do you feel?” He asked me.

“Like a naughty teenager,” I blurted out without thinking.

I was in a room full of the upper echelon and I was stark naked except for a coat and some clear heels. I was turned on beyond belief and unable to understand how.

“Is that so?” The look on his face was wicked.

“Very much so,” I replied with an impish grin of my own.

We silently watched one another for a few seconds, taking in everything physical about the person seated directly across from us. I felt as though he could not only see me, but right through me as well. I couldn’t move my eyes from his handsome face, his caramel complexion a direct contrast from my own chocolatety one.

His lips were succulent and I desperately wanted to get another taste of them. As my eyes zoomed in on his soup coolers, he licked them so sensually, I could feel my juices beginning to boil heatedly for him.

His eyes were dark, decadent, dangerous. They watched me in a way that made me feel free, uninhibited. I’d never experienced this feeling before. It was all I could do not to strip my coat off, straddle him where he sat and ride him until both he and I could do nothing more than collapse.

“You’ll have to show me how a naughty teenager behaves later,” he said as the waiter approached our table.

“May I help you?” The young man asked as he looked from one to the other of us.

I was silent and positive that the waiter knew what was on my mind as Asanti took over and ordered for us. Each time he would make a selection for me, he would look over at me to see if it was indeed okay with me. There was a sexy confidence to him that made me tingle in an unseen place.

He exuded masculinity and seemed so secure in who he was. I was in awe of him and finding it hard to believe that when I woke on this day, I had no idea that he even existed. When the waiter left our table, Asanti reached across it and took my hand. I could feel my nipples hardening at his touch. I breathed out a slow breath and did my best to begin speaking.

“Don’t you want to know my name?” I asked him. We had consummated our meeting twice and still he had no idea what I was called.

“Later,” he said casually as he kept his gaze on me. “Right now I want you to pull your coat aside slightly and show me some nipple.”

I was visibly shaken as I realized just how serious he was. “I can’t do that,” I replied in complete shock.

“Yes, you can,” he said as he kept looking at me, his expression changing, his eyes darkening so sensually, “and you will.”

I was a nervous wreck and he could see it all over my face. There was no way I could expose my breast in a room full of aristocracy. I was already naked and fearing that I would soon be figured out. As it were, I was wearing a coat at the end of summer and underneath was nothing but me and my hot, fiery flesh.

I looked around the room to see who was looking in our direction and other than the occasional glance around, no one was focusing on us. My skin heated by at least a thousand degrees. Was I really going to do this? Why was I checking out the scene to even see if I had the clearance to do so? In a matter of hours I was becoming someone I wasn’t supposed to be. Someone I had never allowed myself to be. Where was this new person coming from?

The meal was served and I was on pins and needles. I could barely eat a bite while Asanti ate with no problem. His hearty appetite kept him quiet, but his eyes said it all. He was patiently waiting for me to give him what he wanted, and I was shaking in my heels at the thought of doing something so scandalous.

Finally, unable to handle the nervousness running through me, I placed my fork back on my plate. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, an electrifying exhilaration running through me. I could feel a rush like liquid wildfire coming on and I was ready to go through with it. Asanti knew what I was about to do and with no prompting from me, he laid his fork down and watched, his eyes boring into me, making me even more uncomfortable and thrilled than I already was.

I eased my hands upward from my lap slowly. My fingers were trembling. My eyes darted around the room looking for any reason to cease this mad quest that I was suddenly on. I found none. Even if I had found a reason, any reason, there was no way I would back out of doing what Asanti wanted me to do. What I knew deep down I wanted to do.

When I’d had enough of stalling, I moved my hands in place and grabbed the flap that opened my coat. With no more fear or trepidation, I slowly opened the thick material until my entire right breast was exposed. For a few seconds I could only stare at Asanti as he licked his lips as though he were about to partake of steak and potatoes after a month of fasting. Then something bold, something unexpected and wild passed through me and I lowered my hands to my lap, leaving my breast out.

I suddenly felt new and daring and brave and Asanti could do nothing as he stared at me and my exposure very hard. I could see in his eyes that he was ready to take me right then and there, and it made me feel good to be the object of his heated desire. After a moment he looked up from my chest to my face and the expression that spread across his face was approving, satisfied, and turned on. He wanted me badly and I was fidgeting in my seat as I desperately wanted him.

My bosom rose and lowered as I slowly eased my hands up toward my coat to cover myself, but Asanti shook his head no. I froze in my movements and looked around the room. Everyone was focused on their meal and their dinner mates, except for one older man in the far corner of the room. His eyes were glued on me, on my visible breast. I was so turned on that I was on verge of a sexual meltdown. My nipple hardened so much that it hurt and my heart raced to the point of expiring.

I began moving my hand upward again, and again Asanti shook his head no. I couldn’t move. It was like he had some kind of spell on me and I could only obey
his
command, not my own. I leaned my head back slightly, practically thrusting my chest toward him. It was then that he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He placed three one hundred dollar bills on the table, much more than the price of the meal, and stood. He placed his wallet back in his pocket and walked toward me.

Fast like lightning, he pulled my chair out and drew me close to him, gently fondling my breast in the process. I wanted to scream. I almost creamed. I felt as if I would have a heart attack at any moment. He closed my coat for me, covering the breast that had been exposed for more than a full five minutes. Then reached for my hand, which I gladly gave him. In a matter of seconds, we were out of there and in his car speeding down the highway toward his home.

As he drove, I reached over and unzipped his pants, pulling his monstrosity out. It was aimed high, resting against his stomach, a lot past where his navel was. Concrete had nothing on how hard he was. The sight of his magnificence had me leaking essential fluids. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I would be completely dehydrated.

Like a moth to a flame I quickly removed my seat belt, leaned on my left arm and began to take him into my hot, waiting mouth. He groaned as if in intense pain, laid his hand on the back of my head and drove like a mad man as I tasted every inch of him. His manhood thumped, my womanhood jumped, we were lost in the blazing lust.