Authors: Cydney Michele; Rax Lutishia; Grant Lovely
Crush (19 page)
25
A light tap sounded on the door to Chaz’s suite. His heartbeat quickened at the sound. Chaz Covington was a smart, sophisticated, ladies’ man. It took a lot to make him nervous. Later, Chaz would liken the feeling to those he had in high school, when he’d made the game-saving midcourt three-pointer, or asked the homecoming queen to be his date for the prom. Ms. Anonymous had been right: there was something to be said for mystery. It heightened expectations and that, along with his need for physical release, was why Chaz felt this meeting was unlike any encounter he’d ever had.
He put down the glass of wine and walked to the door. He peeked out and wasn’t at all surprised to see that the hole was covered to hide the identity of whomever was on the other side. It was okay. The hotel’s penthouse suite could only be accessed by a special access card, a card that the hotel manager had given to Chaz’s “client” personally after confirming a list of Chaz’s foolproof safeguards for this clandestine rendezvous—including that she was female and had arrived at the hotel utterly alone.
“Hello there,” he said, pressing his mouth against the door.
“You promised,” the person whispered from the other side.
Chaz swore he detected a smile in her voice.
She’s as excited about this as I am.
“Okay, I’m unlocking the door now, and then I’ll step away. The bedroom is directly ahead.”
She’s as excited about this as I am.
“Okay, I’m unlocking the door now, and then I’ll step away. The bedroom is directly ahead.”
Chaz unlocked the door and retreated into the L-shaped living room. Resisting the urge to peek, he instead picked up his glass of wine and walked to the large picture windows. Thousands of lights winked at him from all over Chicago.
Nice,
he thought—about both the stunning view and the exciting evening ahead. A rustling sound was heard as the front door opened and closed. The deeply piled carpet absorbed footsteps, so Chaz was left to wonder whether the woman had sauntered or scampered to the bedroom. He forced himself to relax, calmly sipping the Pinot Noir. He looked at his watch. Five minutes had passed. He was just about to head to the bedroom when he heard the shower turn on in the master bath. Chaz had showered upon arriving at the hotel. He continued to sip his drink, and a couple minutes after he’d drained his glass, he picked up a tray and headed to the bedroom.
Nice,
he thought—about both the stunning view and the exciting evening ahead. A rustling sound was heard as the front door opened and closed. The deeply piled carpet absorbed footsteps, so Chaz was left to wonder whether the woman had sauntered or scampered to the bedroom. He forced himself to relax, calmly sipping the Pinot Noir. He looked at his watch. Five minutes had passed. He was just about to head to the bedroom when he heard the shower turn on in the master bath. Chaz had showered upon arriving at the hotel. He continued to sip his drink, and a couple minutes after he’d drained his glass, he picked up a tray and headed to the bedroom.
“Is it okay to enter?” he asked from the other side.
“Just a minute.” Again, that whisper—sultry and a bit tentative. “Did you turn the lights out?” she asked after another moment.
“Yes.”
“Okay, come in.”
Chaz eased open the door and stepped inside the bedroom. His date had pulled the thick, silk curtains, which threw the room into utter darkness. Still, he could make out a silhouette lounging against the headrest in the center of the bed.
Is she naked? Nervous? Chaz, what in the world are you doing?
Is she naked? Nervous? Chaz, what in the world are you doing?
“I brought some champagne,” Chaz said as he walked over to the nightstand. He strained to see into the darkness and, while he could see her outline more clearly from this angle, any details as to age or ethnicity were still a mystery. He lowered the tray onto the nightstand and poured two flutes. “You do drink, don’t you?”
“I’ll have some tonight,” was the whispered answer.
Chaz deduced that her low, breathy answers were delivered in such a way as to shield the actual sound of her voice and prolong the mystery. He found the sound sexy, and that, combined with the secretive feel of the moment, turned Chaz on.
“To what shall we toast?” he asked, after pouring their glasses.
“You.”
“That’s a bit one-sided, don’t you think? Let’s toast to the moment: to mysterious meetings and . . . whatever unfolds . . .”
They clinked glasses and then sipped in awkward silence.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” the woman finally said, still whispering.
“I can’t either. But your letters intrigued me. If this was your attempt at using a unique and clever way to get ‘one of the city’s most eligible bachelors’ in your clutches,” Chaz said, making air quotes, “you’ve succeeded.” There was silence, but Chaz imagined that the woman was smiling.
“I’m glad,” she finally said.
“Would you care for another?” he asked, after they’d finished the drink.
“I’d like something else.”
“What’s that?”
“Your clothes off.” When this statement was met with silence, the woman continued, “So that you can be naked, as I am.”
Chaz hardened. “Cutting right to the chase, I see. Don’t you think we should take some time to get to know each other, at least a little?”
A pause and then, “There are many ways to get to know one another. I’d like to use the one that requires no clothes.”
Whispered in the soft, sultry voice she’d used all evening, the words still came out as a blatant dare. Chaz waited a beat before standing up and shedding the charcoal gray Armani knit top that he wore, and the black, tailored slacks. He hesitated just another moment before ridding himself of his undershirt and briefs and was surprised at the vulnerability he felt standing naked before a stranger. But that’s what he did: just stood there.
There was movement in the room as the woman gently pushed back the covers and rose to her knees. She ambled over to the side of the bed where Chaz stood. And waited.
Chaz reached out and, as if by design, came in contact with a hard, erect nipple. A short hiss was heard as he tweaked it, as with his other hand he palmed the woman’s face.
Soft.
That was the first word that came to mind.
Very little or no makeup,
was the second thought. He moved his hand a bit to the left and felt silky strands bathing the shoulder.
Long hair.
He immediately thought of Gina.
But it could be a weave.
Chaz chose not to continue to the scalp to investigate further. His curiosity about the woman’s identity grew, along with his manhood. But his unease began to grow as well. While having anonymous sex was a titillating thought, the reality of it was more sobering. Sexing the wrong woman could have all kinds of repercussions. Chaz had spent his entire adult life carefully crafting a stellar reputation, both in and out of the courtroom. He’d be damned if one woman would bring it down.
Who are you, my pretty mystery? And is sex all you want from me?
Chaz knew that before he went too much further, her identity would have to be revealed, and both her short- and long-term intentions would have to be made known.
Soft.
That was the first word that came to mind.
Very little or no makeup,
was the second thought. He moved his hand a bit to the left and felt silky strands bathing the shoulder.
Long hair.
He immediately thought of Gina.
But it could be a weave.
Chaz chose not to continue to the scalp to investigate further. His curiosity about the woman’s identity grew, along with his manhood. But his unease began to grow as well. While having anonymous sex was a titillating thought, the reality of it was more sobering. Sexing the wrong woman could have all kinds of repercussions. Chaz had spent his entire adult life carefully crafting a stellar reputation, both in and out of the courtroom. He’d be damned if one woman would bring it down.
Who are you, my pretty mystery? And is sex all you want from me?
Chaz knew that before he went too much further, her identity would have to be revealed, and both her short- and long-term intentions would have to be made known.
A set of nails lightly raked his chest, and interrupted his thoughts. Chaz stopped the hand before it could go any lower. He sat on the bed, and his lean, hard thigh brushed up against a soft one. A light, floral scent wafted past him, as the woman gently turned his face toward her. She brushed his lips with hers, wispy, teasing, her hand moving up and down his muscular arm. Chaz skimmed the woman’s lips with his tongue, noting that they were full. She immediately opened her mouth. And the dueling began.
Chaz wielded his tongue like a sword, darting in and around hers, playfully increasing her arousal. He mimicked the sexual act with it, before pulling it out, nibbling her lips, and plunging in again. The woman moaned, turned herself more fully into him. She pressed her breasts against his hard chest, threw a supple thigh over his.
She’d never experienced such ecstasy and knew that if the man could get her this crazy with just a kiss, the night would be exceptional, beyond her wildest dreams. Her hand fell to his hard chest and her arm brushed the tip of his rocklike erection. Intuitively, she knew it was long and thick, and soon it would be inside her. There was no doubt that this man was an ardent, thorough lover. He would be the best she’d ever had. She reached for his massive weapon, but once again, Chaz stayed her hand.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want to feel it, lick it, suck it into my mouth.”
Chaz shushed her with a kiss, and as he did so, his mind was in overdrive, thinking of who might this be. Delicia was eliminated when he reached out for the woman’s neck and then slid his hand down a slim, taut bare arm. The plush lips made Liz Stein an unlikely choice, since her lips were thin. Chaz continued swirling his tongue with the very capable kisser, and discovered he couldn’t recall what Lois’s lips looked like.
This thought brought Chaz out of the heated moment just as the woman tried yet again to stroke his prize. “Wait a minute,” he said, his voice as soft as his dick was hard. “Before we go any further, I’ve got to know who you are.”
There was a moment of silence before the woman removed her hand from where it rested on Chaz’s thigh. “You agreed that that could come later, after we’ve made love,” she whispered.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
Another pause. “Why?”
There were a number of reasons, but being the diplomatic debater that he was, he chose the most logical one. “It’s not fair that you know who I am, but I don’t know you. I find you mentally attractive, and can’t imagine that I wouldn’t find you physically so as well.”
Another long, silent moment passed before the woman spoke. “Do you promise to make love to me, even after you discover who I am?”
“I can’t promise that.”
“Chaz, I’ve waited for a long time. Please.”
“Look, I’m ninety percent sure I’ll make love to you. It’s what I want to do. But the remaining ten percent of uncertainty is why this is as far as I’ll go, until I know you at least as well as you know me.”
The woman sighed. “All right then.” Her voice was low, though she didn’t whisper. “Turn on the light.”
Chaz rose from the bed and walked toward the lamp he’d spotted earlier when the room was being swept for devices. It sat on a nightstand next to the bed. He heard the sheets rustle and assumed that the woman had covered her body. Just before he turned on the lamp, Chaz reached down for his black briefs and did the same. The spontaneity of the moment was gone and part of the night’s thrill followed closely behind it. Chaz almost wished it weren’t so important to know the woman’s identity. He was as hard as a rock, and knew that if he didn’t have sex now, he’d have to see Taylor later.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his hand on the switch.
“Yes.”
Chaz turned on the lamp, and then slowly turned around. For a moment he was speechless, not believing who sat before him, with large, bared breasts, hard nipples, and both lust and vulnerability in her eyes.
“It’s nice to see you again, Chaz,” she said, her voice husky and as loud as she’d spoken all evening.
“Reverend Edwards?” Chaz tried without success to keep the incredulity out of his voice. His hard dick twitched its frustration before deflating as quickly as a punctured balloon. Even in its limp state, the massive outline remained clearly visible, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the lone observer.
Instead of showing what she initially felt, embarrassment, Reverend Beatrice Hallelujah Edwards defiantly tilted her chin, tossed off the sheet, and lay back on the bed—naked and not ashamed. “In the flesh,” she answered, through nervous laughter. “Literally.”
Chaz hadn’t stuttered a day in his life. But there was a first time for everything. “I-I don’t know what to say.”
“Baby, I didn’t come here to do much talking.”
Chaz was glad he’d put on his briefs, and now he reached for his T-shirt as well. “But I don’t understand. You’re a preacher, a pastor, you’re my assistant’s mother for God’s sake, you’re—”
“A woman who hasn’t known a man in almost thirty years,” Beatrice interrupted. “Yes, a minister who has lived the life she’s preached about, and a mother who’s raised her daughter the best she could. But in the process, I’ve lost that person who is most important—me. I’d resigned myself to living a life of abstinence and was doing a pretty good job of it. And then I met you.”
Chaz remembered their meeting at the Christmas party shortly after Lois was hired. They’d spoken only briefly, he recalled, and had not seen each other since that evening well over a year ago. He reached for his pants.
“Please, don’t,” Beatrice said as she sat up. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen a man, so long since I’ve touched. . . .” Her eyes moved from his face to the bulge between his thighs. She didn’t even realize when she licked her lips. Her eyes traveled upward. “I’ve got more to lose than you do,” she continued. “There’s no way I’d ever share what happens between us with anyone. You’ve got me so hot for you. Your kiss alone . . .” Beatrice scooted to the edge of the bed, reached out, and placed her hand squarely on Chaz’s manhood.
Chaz backed up. He hadn’t felt more like a piece of meat in his entire life.
“Please,” Beatrice again pleaded, her eyes wide, begging as well. When Chaz remained where he was, she slid to her knees, placed her face against his groin and inhaled deeply. She licked his shaft through the thin, soft cotton. His hungry dick awakened quickly, and began to grow. “Lord have mercy,” she said, reaching into his shorts like an excited child grabbing Halloween candy. She pulled down his briefs. His dick sprang up and popped her on the chin. “Ooh, Jesus,” she moaned, before opening her mouth wide and taking in as much as she could. She continued to moan as she licked and sucked or, more accurately, gobbled him up. She’d never experienced oral sex in her life, but having faith that this moment would indeed come to pass, as had been her prayer, she’d covertly purchased a couple of instructional videos. Had there been grades given, Beatrice would have gotten an A.
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