Sex and the Social Network (13 page)

Tyrone told me that if I got to his building before him, I could sign in and wait in the lobby; he would simply tell the people at the front desk he was expecting a client.

The building was beautiful and sophisticated. This guy must have downplayed his success. The doorman held the door for me and took my suitcase. The front desk had my name down, as promised, so I sat in the lobby and sent him a text.

JULIA: Hey, gorgeous. I’m in the lobby of your building.

TYRONE: I was half afraid you wouldn’t show. Are you ready for what I’m going to do for you?

JULIA: Of course, I’m here. And yes, I can barely walk I’m so turned on.

I looked around the lobby and felt like I was in a dream. The room seemed to have a strange haze about it, and I couldn’t hear what other people were saying.

“Deep breaths, Julia. Deep breaths.” I had my head down when I felt a rush of wind come in the door. I knew it was Tyrone. I could feel him just footsteps away from me; the excitement was palpable.

He came over and shook my hand. He introduced himself and acted very businesslike, very above board, just in case anyone was watching.

We walked without touching from the lobby to the elevator. I was dying to feel his body against mine. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pulled me close, grabbing my booty. I got wet as soon as I felt his hardness pressed against me. He kissed me feverishly; our tongues clashed momentarily before the door opened to his floor.

When we got into his apartment, he joked, “Welcome to my castle.”

The apartment was magnificent. It was an eclectic mix of classic-looking pieces with modern art and stainless steel appliances.

Tyrone made us a couple Manhattans and brought one over to me.

“Thank you. I could use a drink.” I was really nervous, but didn’t want Tyrone to notice.

“There is plenty more where that came from.” He stood there staring at me for a few seconds before he said anything else. “You are stunning, Julia. Your pictures don’t do you justice. There is something so sexy about you. Sorry if I am staring, I’m just trying to figure out what it is.”

“My tits, of course.”

We both laughed. “Well, that fabulous rack certainly helps, but no, it’s something else. Almost like an aura about you.”

He came closer. I could smell the whiskey in his drink mixed with his cologne; it was my favorite: Terre d’Hermes. He smelled delicious.
 

He softly took my chin in his hand and kissed me te
nderly.

“I have been wanting to do that for ages, and I am not a patient man.” Tyrone leaned in again; my body was already relaxing into his, wanting so much to be kissed and teased and touched and pleasured.

His kiss was pure heaven. His lips were soft and plump. He was tender, with just enough lips and tongue to have me aching for more. Our kisses grew longer and more passionate. In that moment, I was wanted, I was desired, and I was needed.

He pushed me against the living room wall and pressed his ample crotch against me. I could feel his hardness, and it made me wetter and ache for him even more. But I was in no rush, and neither was he. We wanted to savor every second.

His hands explored my body, caressed my ribs slowly and methodically. Still, he kissed only my lips, teasing me with his tongue.

Tyrone raised my arms above my head and effortlessly took off my cashmere sweater.

“Oh my God, your breasts are fantastic.” He unhooked my black lace bra and kissed them one at a time. His cock stiffened with each nibble and shivers raced down my spine.

His kisses got lower and lower until he was kneeling in front of me. He ripped off my skirt and then pulled my underwear down with his teeth. I could barely stand already; how would I manage once he started kissing my pussy?

He blew around it, barely kissed it, and then put his tongue in deep and wet. My knees buckled below me, but Tyrone held me up while his masterful tongue explored me, teasing me and pleasing me. My body was no longer my own. I had surrendered to Tyrone and within minutes, I was screaming in ecstasy.

“Tyrone, holy shit, that was mind blowing!”

He lips curved into a devious smile.

“That was just an appetizer, my dear. The entrée is coming up.” He picked me up, my body still quivering from its wave of pleasure. He put me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. I always wanted a caveman to throw me over his shoulder; this was like my best sex dream come to life.

I needed to make him feel as good as he made me feel. “I want to feel your big black cock in my mouth.”

He picked me up like a rag doll and got underneath me with his head on the pillow and my pussy on his face, my head and mouth aligned with his huge love muscle. The pictures he’d sent could never have prepared me for this big beautiful cock. I needed to taste him. He was moaning while he was making love to my pussy, and his sounds only made me wetter.

I came again, and like a gentleman, he waited until I was finished before he exploded into my mouth. He was salty and sweet and raw and I loved it.

In just forty-five minutes, I’d had two of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I thought we were done for a little while, but this guy hadn’t been lying when he said he could go all night long.

We lay on the bed together for a few minutes; I had to catch my breath. I was exhausted, but not willing to waste one minute on sleep.

Tyrone got up to use the bathroom and make us another round of drinks. His ass was round and muscular. I admired his incredible body from the bed, in awe of what this man had just done to me.

He brought over the drinks, and after I took a couple sips, he said, “Julia, I have to see what you taste like after you cum.”

I was lying on my back with my head on two pillows, and he very gingerly lapped at my pleasure garden, like he was tasting a new flavor of ice cream.

“You are delicious, Julia.” My body must have responded to that one lick; that one touch was all I needed to get turned on again.

He lay next to me, and we faced each other. Very slowly, he rubbed my clit near the walls of my muff until he slid one finger in, then another. He massaged me, moving inside me until he found my G-Spot.

He fingered me until I was close to exploding, and then he slipped on a condom and got on top of me. I was dying to feel this man inside me. First, he teased me with just the tip, and then he’d pull back. Then he gave me a little more; my G-Spot was vibrating from within, calling the tip of his hardness to come find it.

My body was shaking; I was dying to have him completely inside of me. I wanted every inch of his manhood. I arched my hips and tried to pull him closer.

“Not yet, be patient,” he whispered. He would go almost all the way in and then come back out. He was teasing me, and my body loved it.

“Please, Tyrone, I need to feel you. I need to feel all of you,” I begged him.

His body said okay, and he lay flat on top of my body. He started moving rhythmically, his hips gyrating in circles. It felt like he was dancing on top of me. Tyrone really knew how to move.

He kissed my ear and my neck and my lips and my eyebrows. He ran in his hands through my hair and locked eyes with mine.

“Julia, baby, fuck me! Oh, yeah . . . move that little bonbon. Bring it up to me so you can feel my balls slapping against your ass.”

He grabbed my ass, pulled it up toward him, and that was all it took for my body to once again shudder and scream in complete ecstasy.

“Oh my God, Ty! I’m coming!” I screamed so loud.

“Me too!” He moaned and thrust a few more times before I felt his body explode in e
cstasy too.

I fell asleep for a short while and woke up to his hardness pressed against my booty and his big, strong hands cupping my breasts. Tyrone couldn’t keep his hands off me.

My ear felt a soft, sultry whisper. “Wake up, sleepyhead. I need you again.” He kissed my neck so tenderly, rubbed my breasts softly, and circled my nipples with his index finger.

Who could resist that?

I turned to face him, didn’t say a word, and just engulfed his full lips into mine. Tyrone moaned as we intertwined; he tasted sweet and salty and giving. His fingers outlined my jaw, and then he traced my lips and my eyebrows. He threw my hands behind my head. He kept his word and kissed every inch of my body.

He slid my panties off with one hand while kissing my belly button. I knew where he was headed, and my body ached in anticipation. I was getting wetter and wetter by the second. By the time his full lips made it to my pussy, I was already soaked.

“I need to give you a car wash,” he told me more than asked. Ty moved up to the top of the bed and told me to come straddle his face. Then he gently licked my pussy and told me to rock my hips a little.

He took a deep breath in. “I love the way you smell, the way you taste, Julia. I wanna eat your pussy all day and night.”

And he did. His tongue went in and out of my creaminess. His fingers pressed on my clit and moved inside me. He found my G-Spot and I never felt so much pleasure as I did in that exact moment of complete and utter explosion. I squirted everywhere, but it felt too good to stop.

“Fuck! Tyrone, fuck me now!” He threw me on the mattress with my head down against the pillow and obliged.

He was huge and throbbing and I needed it so much. I was still shaking from my last orgasm, but I couldn’t stop. Like an addict, I needed more and more. He pounded me until the edges of pain and pleasure blurred together. All I could do was moan and tell him, “More, yes, more!”

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On Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of Tyrone walking back into the apartment. He had gone to Starbucks and bought us muffins, bagels, and lattes, mine sweet and light.

I rubbed my eyes and
walked over to the kitchen table. “Thanks, Ty. I’m famished.” I stared into the coffee cup before I took a sip. Tyrone had asked me in a chat one morning how I took my coffee. He had remembered.

“Light and sweet, right, doll?” He wanted to make sure he got it just right.

I beamed at him. “Yes. Did you actually remember that?”

“Of course I did. Every guy needs to know how his girl takes her coffee.”

I was awestruck. In all our time together, Aaron never once prepared me a cup of coffee, and I was quite sure he didn’t know how I took it. Coffee. Stupid, delicious, addictive coffee brought on the realization of what I was seeking so desperately: someone who actually cared about the little things. Someone who cared about me.

Steam was rising from my Venti cup, so I blew on it gently before bringing the cup to my lips.

“Oh, Julia, that turns me on. Watching your lips form an O, I want to feel them on my shaft right now.”

Tyrone pulled down his workout pants and wrapped his fingers in my hair. He gently guided me to meet his thickness. I was aching to feel his magnificent cock in my mouth. He didn’t ask; he moved with power and command and just did, and that was a huge turn on.

“Kiss it a little, move that tongue around the head. Just a little, just a tease.”

My head nodded in agreement. Who was I to refuse such a feast for breakfast? I took him slowly, gently, adoringly.

His head tilted back in pleasure. “Oh, Julia, you feel too good. You suck cock like no one I’ve ever felt! Your lips were made for this.”

He held my hair and moved his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of my mouth. “Just stay still for a minute. Relax your throat, angel.”

My gag reflex was strong, but I meditated and let my throat relax to accept him. Inch by inch, his hugeness slid deeper and deeper into my mouth. Finally, each of his nine inches was engulfed by my supple, pouty lips. I closed them slowly so he could feel their pressure, and he continued to thrust slowly and steadily.

“Mmm,” he moaned. Knowing he was feeling such pleasure got me so wet. Mere m
oments later, I knew he was close.

“Nod if it’s okay if I finish in your mouth.” He could barely speak.

I hummed and nodded my assent. Of course it was okay; I wanted him to. I needed to taste this man who knew how to make me scream like no other.

After the last of his hot love juice had cascaded down my throat, he took my face in his hands and kissed me intensely.

“That was extraordinary, darling.” He gazed at me with a satisfied smile, waltzed over to the brown paper bag, and shoved one of the fruit-filled muffins in his mouth. This was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and then took it. I was in awe of him.

We ate our muffins and drank our lattes like any other normal people having a normal breakfast. But “normal” w
as the last thing I felt. I was giddy and excited, like I was high. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that happy. I felt nothing but pure, unrelenting joy.

After breakfast, we went to the gym and grabbed a smoothie at the café when we’d fi
nished working out. Back at the apartment, when I came out of the shower, Tyrone stood in front of me with his hands behind his back. He bore a grin that stretched from ear to ear.