Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES) (16 page)

     He continued the erotic assault as he lightly rubbed her clit, fascinated by the way it quivered and jumped when he applied a little pressure to the piercing. Stepping back, he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Probably because he had done it a thousand times while performing, he looked incredibly sexy without having to try. The sensuality of his movements was as natural to him as breathing. Jerra found herself holding her own breath as she waited for the last button to be undone. Darrell watched her as he pulled the shirt off. His eyes were now the color of the grayest of skies before the predicted thundershowers rained down.

     As soon as he threw the shirt to the floor, Jerra reached out to run her hands over a body which reflected his hard work and dedication to fitness, but he deliberately stood just out of reach. He gave her a mystifying smile before he turned around and went to the refrigerator.

     “Darrell…what…?”

     He didn’t answer as he bent down to survey the contents of her fridge a moment before he smiled in satisfaction. He pulled out the tray of large strawberries dipped in chocolate which she had fixed night before last. She didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but when it hit, this was her favorite treat. He grabbed the bottle of wine as well. Jerra unconsciously squeezed her legs together when she saw the lascivious look he sent her. She almost exploded from the anticipation of the promise in his eyes.

     Pouring a little bit more wine, he took a sip and said in a sexy voice, “I always enjoy a nice glass of wine with my dessert.”

     Jerra could not utter a word. She had never met anyone like him in her life. He exuded sensuality and effortless sex appeal. She closed her eyes to try and get some semblance of control over her runaway emotions, but it was useless. She knew she was his to do with as he pleased. There was no use even fighting it.

     “Lie down,” Darrell whispered to her. Eyes still closed, Jerra did as he ordered. He lifted her legs up on the counter, and opened her thighs wide. She knew her opening glistened with the damp sheen of her arousal, and a second later, he confirmed that fact when he softly said, “So wet…”  

     Darrell took one of the strawberries from the tray and tantalizingly traced it around her trembling lips down there before slowly inserting the smaller end covered in chocolate inside of her pussy. He bit his bottom lip as he watched it disappear until just the fat part peeked out. Lowering his head, he licked her from her ass, then over the strawberry, on up to her clit in one long, delicious swipe. Loving the way she tasted, he moaned in appreciation at the combination of chocolate and cream. 

     Jerra grabbed the edge of the island on both sides and arched her back as she helplessly undulated beneath the mastery of his tongue. 

     Darrell looked up at her from between her legs and chuckled quietly. “Yeah, ma…I think you gonna have to hold on tight for this.”

     He then lowered his face and began eating his treat with an urgency he couldn’t explain. His appetite for her bordered on an obsession like none he’d ever known. When it came to Jerra, he was voracious and undeniably ravenous.  He wanted to give her so much pleasure until she craved him like a drug and formed a habit she couldn’t kick.

     He circled his tongue around her succulent clit, lashed it up and down, side to side, continuously teasing the hard little nub. He spanked Jerra’s pussy like she damn sure stole something. She begged, whimpered, and moved uncontrollably as bolts of pleasure ripped through her body with the force of a category five hurricane.

     Just as she was moments away from being torn into a million orgasmic pieces, Darrell covered her opening with his mouth and suctioned the strawberry out a little at a time until there was enough to take a bite.

    The strawberry flavored juice trickled down between Jerra’s luscious cheeks. On a mission, Darrell dipped his head to catch it, determined not to let a drop escape. Jerra groaned as he inserted the tip of his tongue in her anus and moved it in and out before sucking the rest of the sweet fruit into his mouth. She tried to scoot back and elude the exquisite sensation that was almost more than she could handle.

     However, Darrell foiled her desperate intentions by wrapping his arms around her thighs. He kept her in place as he continued to eat her strawberry flavored pussy until she came hard. Darrell held her tight as she screamed and thrashed on top of the island. The taste of her cream along with the strawberry and chocolate made him to growl in satisfaction. He knew he’d just found his new favorite dessert. Lifting his head, he licked his lips before looking at her, then back at the tray full of fruit.

     “Mmmm. Four more to go,” he grinned, and started the process all over again.

     Several strawberries later, Jerra came for the third time and begged him to stop. Satisfied, Darrell stepped back and removed his pants. He took in the sight of Jerra lying weak and spent. The only movements coming from her were the shivering aftershocks of her orgasms. He rolled a condom over his shaft then effortlessly lifted himself up and settled between Jerra’s thighs.

     Jerra automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his erection into her beckoning paradise. Darrell immediately began fucking her and giving her each thick, delicious inch of his dick. Jerra cried out to him how good it was, and reached down to grab his ass to pull him in deeper. She didn’t care if she wasn’t able to walk for a week afterwards. She wanted all of this dick.

     “Oh my God…!” She yelled as she climaxed again from the relentless circling of his hips as he tapped her clit.

     In the words of her favorite comedian, Bernie Mac, he was stirring her pussy like mutherfuckin’ coffee and missed not one single inch of her wet pussy walls. Feeling the way her pussy was talking to him, Darrell couldn’t hold his own explosion off any longer. He threw his head back and came in a low, guttural growl. The orgasm seemed to go on forever.

      After several minutes passed, they looked at each other and locked eyes.  Shock and awe settled between them. Neither wanted to speak for fear of breaking the magical spell surrounding them. Darrell pushed himself up and off the island then scooped Jerra up in his arms. Wordlessly, she pointed to the refrigerator. He carried her over so that she could open it and grab a can of whipped cream.

     “My turn,” she told him before directing him to the bedroom.

     Grinning, Darrell quickly left the kitchen. Never let it be said he wasn’t an equal opportunity kind of man.

Chapter 19

     Darrell lay stretched out on his back in Jerra‘s bed, clawing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to find something to hang on to so that he wouldn’t go tumbling over the edge of ecstasy just yet. 

     “Got damn…!” He’d stopped trying to hold back his howls of pleasure after the first few minutes when Jerra started licking the whipped cream off his dick in painfully slow swipes.

     Delicately smacking her lips, she glanced up at him with a knowing expression on her face. “Everything okay, baby?” He answered by reaching down and pushing her head back towards his package.

     Jerra laughed softly and resumed the slow, sweet torture, determined to show him he wasn’t the only one with oral skills talented enough to leave a person damned near weak and disoriented. The loving and erotic assault was driving Darrell crazy, especially when Jerra’s tongue leisurely swirled around his thick dickhead. Her saliva mixed with the pre-cum flowing out of his slit made it all the better.

     “Oh shit. Jerra…baby.”

     “That’s right. Make sure you know who‘s taking care of this dick because tonight it belongs to Jerra.”

     Just so there would be no mistaking what she was telling him, she spelled her name - first, middle, and last – up and down his length with the tip of her tongue. Darrell’s powerful body writhed helplessly about on the bed. He couldn’t stop his toes from tightly curling up as he felt himself on the verge of knocking on heaven’s door.  Sensing this, Jerra suctioned him deeper into her mouth and waved her tongue against the vein running on the underside of his shaft.

     “Aw fuck, yeah mama, this is your dick….”

     Satisfied that she had gotten her point across, Jerra dipped her head and wrapped her lips around his jewels before inhaling them into her warm mouth. She sucked on both of his nuts before letting them pop out. Her hand lovingly cupped them and gave them the gentlest of massages.

   “Jerraaa….” Darrell didn’t know how much more he could take.

    Still not satisfied, Jerra pushed his leg back towards his chest and leaned down to lick the whipped cream from his ass. He instinctively tried to move away from her probing tongue, but Jerra persisted until she had him begging for it. She continuously rimmed the outside of his anal entrance before slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of his tight hole. Soon after, his penis jerked spasmodically as if it had a will of his own. Knowing he was about ready to cum, Jerra returned to his dick and sucked it in earnest while pumping her hand along his length. When she stroked up, her mouth slid down. With each movement, she swallowed more and more of him, willing herself to breathe deeply and relax. 

     Needing to release the build-up she’d so carefully cultivated, Darrell reached down and grabbed the back of her head. Clenching his fingers tightly in her hair, he felt his balls tighten as he prepared for his climax. Keeping her hand firmly at the base of his thickness, Jerra concentrated on controlling her gag reflex and opened her throat even more.

     Darrell lost it. No woman had ever worked his thick meat like Jerra was doing - no one. After about three or four deep throated sucks, the muscles in his ass tensed as he held her head steady and let his milk juice flow.

     “Aw shit…!  Fuck…! Yes…”

      With the head of his penis so far in her mouth, his cum easily slid down her throat. She continued swallowing until he had emptied his seed. His dick twitched reflexively as the last few drops spilled out. Darrell’s body finally relaxed. His breathing came in loud huffs as if he'd just crossed the finish line of a marathon.

     Damn! Every time he thought he had reached the pinnacle of pleasure with this woman, she upped her game and showed him they had barely scratched the surface.

     Darrell briefly opened his eyes and pushed her hair away from her face. She released his dick with a soft plopping sound. Smiling at him, she crawled up to his chest and gave him a small kiss which he turned into a longer, more thorough one.

     As they pulled apart, Jerra leaned down and rained light kisses on his chest. “I’ll be right back. I think now would be a good time to finish that bottle of wine.”

     Eyes closed, Darrell only grunted. Jerra shook her head and went to the kitchen smiling because she had turned his pretty ass out. Now this is how you relax after a hard week, Jerra smugly thought to herself. As she grabbed two wine glasses and took the bottle out of the refrigerator, she saw it was just enough for them each to have a glass.

     She had just turned to leave out of the kitchen when she heard a quiet, vibrating buzz coming from his pants pocket. Setting the glasses and bottle on the counter, she picked up his pants to retrieve his cell phone with the intention of taking it to him. Casually glancing down at the screen, Jerra stopped in her tracks when she recognized the number displayed - Aleesha’s number.

     “Oh shit!” she whispered.

     She had been so busy fucking Darrell that she hadn’t put the obvious equation together. Of course both he and Marcus were in Atlanta. Marcus was now with Aleesha and had surely told her Darrell was here with Jerra. Dammit! Jerra had been determined to keep this from Aleesha and Keisha. She knew she would never hear the end of it from either of them after she’d looked down her nose at Aleesha for screwing a Vegas stripper.

      Well at least Aleesha’s stripper turned out to be a doctor. Darrell was still just that - a stripper. Jerra scowled as she thought about that bitch, Shondricka, who had eagerly informed her about the bet between Darrell and Chocolate. She was surprised the woman hadn’t already blabbed it to Aleesha. She probably was holding on to the information until an opportune time presented itself.

     Shon had always felt she should’ve been the maid of honor. Keisha had insisted they had no choice but to invite her to Vegas because, after all, she was one of the bridesmaids as well as Leesha’s cousin. Jerra remembered rolling her eyes at the suggestion. As long as the bitch came up with the money to go, she could tolerate her for a weekend. Now, she wished she’d followed her first instinct and left her ass at home. Anger settled like heavy bricks in her stomach - but not enough to keep her from fucking Darrell again.

     “Babe, everything okay? Are you bringing the wine?” Darrell called from the bedroom.

     Shaking her head to clear her mind of thoughts of Vegas, Jerra answered, “Coming…”

     When the phone vibrated again, she stuffed it back in his pants pocket and ran over to throw it and his shirt in the laundry room off to the left of the kitchen.

     I’ll deal with that particular problem later and cross that bridge when I come to it, Jerra thought. But not right this minute. She’d read about some new positions in a magazine she was dying to try. Grabbing the glasses and wine, she rushed back to the bedroom to join Darrell.