Scandalicious (4 page)

A glimpse through the peephole revealed a young, brown-skinned brother. She frowned at his thugged-out attire. Beneath a multi-colored hoodie was a T-shirt bearing the image of Notorious B.I.G. He was wearing sagging jeans, sneakers, a baseball cap, and two flashy chains hung from his neck.
Is this a joke? I paid good money to rent some dick. If I wanted a young hustla, I could have taken a spin around the hood and picked up this fool. That Rent-A-Man agency must have jokes, but I’m not laughing. I’m calling their asses to demand every cent of my money back.

Before grabbing the phone, Solay took another look. Through one squinted eye, she noticed that her escort was kind of cute. With more scrutiny, she decided that “fine as hell” was a more accurate assessment. And from his expression—the sensual set of his generous lips, the knowing glimmer in his dark eyes, and his
confident stance, she guessed that he could tear it up in the bedroom.

Her mouth suddenly watered.

Dressed for the occasion, Solay had on a black stretch lace slip dress. At five-foot-five, Solay weighed 140 pounds. She was thick in all the right places. She ran smoothing hands over her rounded hips, and then pulled back the chain and let the male escort in.

“Solay, right? My name’s Deon,” he said in a silken voice. He looked Solay over, his eyes gliding over ever inch of her voluptuous frame. “You ain’t even gotta answer my question. From the looks of things, I can see that it’s all good with you.”

His compliment felt like a gentle caress—every word, a sensual invitation. She could tell that Deon was street smart, slick, and overly confident, but she couldn’t stop herself from blushing under his gaze. From her estimation, Deon was over a little over six feet tall. His baggy clothes were draped over what appeared to be around 190 pounds of lean, rock-hard masculinity. The man was oozing all kinds of sexy thuggishness, and he knew it. He’d entered her apartment with his guns blazing.

Solay was enthused. Her boring life could use a dose of edgy excitement.

In the real world, Solay’s male acquaintances were more mature and refined. But in this fantasy life, where all she was expecting was some stiff dick, a thug was just as good—perhaps even better, than the kind of man with whom she usually became romantically involved.

He glanced in the direction of the kitchen. “Smells good in here, like cookies or cake.”

The aroma of the dozens of cupcakes she’d baked earlier still hung in the air. And no doubt, the lingering fragrances from her bakery had wafted upstairs. But none of that information was any
of this hired hand’s business. “Oh, that’s a cookie candle burning,” she said, motioning toward the bedroom.

“Is that right?” His words emerged slowly…lyrically, and with a hint of seduction. As if prompted by the word, “bedroom,” Deon came out of the hoodie and his T-shirt. He casually tossed the garments on a chair. Bare-chested and flaunting a six-pack, Deon moved in Solay’s direction. What a body! She’d only seen men that looked like Deon in photographs. Deon was so cut…so ripped…he didn’t look real; he looked like a piece of golden-hued sculpture. He wasn’t dark and he wasn’t a redbone; he was a golden-honey color—gorgeously delicious.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his tattoo—a wide strip of black ink. Some sort of Chinese writing was draped over his right shoulder and traveled down his back. So sexy!

His stride was fluid and rhythmic, as if he were slow dancing toward her.

He had swag, and the word “trouble” was written all over his gorgeous face. But Solay didn’t have to heed her inner warnings. Thank God she was only renting Deon for his stud services. She pitied the woman who thought she could get anything that closely resembled a relationship with this kind of man.

“You’re real pretty, Solay,” Deon said with a smile of appreciation. His flirty words caught her off guard, causing heat to creep along the back of her neck. And his lips…they were some kind of sexy. Plump and succulent, provoking a hot, melting sensation between her legs.
Damn, I must be hornier than I realized.
Embarrassed by her reaction, Solay cast her eyes to the floor.

With a gentleness that he didn’t appear to possess, he pulled her into his arms. He pressed the back of her head until her cheek rested against his bare chest. His fragrance was sensual, masculine. “Mmm,” she murmured, momentarily letting down her guard. In
those split seconds of defenselessness, she was filled with an extraordinary sense of well-being and bliss.

“Did you miss me, baby?” Deon whispered.

Huh? What kind of game was this?
How could she miss someone she didn’t know? She supposed that pretending that Deon was her man was part of the fantasy she’d paid for. In a way, though, she really did miss him. Well, maybe not Deon in particular, but she missed what he represented—a man who cared. She missed having someone to hold her at the end of a long, eventful day.

“Yes, I missed you,” she finally said, looking up and meeting his gaze. Then she felt a sudden impulse to explain. “Calling an escort service…well, that isn’t something that I normally—”

He cut her off with a kiss, nudging her mouth open with the sweetness of his lips. As he kissed her, his hands slid down to her ass, caressing and squeezing the twin mounds. The heat from his mouth and his hands made her squirm with need. Releasing a deep gasp, her arms looped around his neck; her hungered body sank into his. Smoldering heat shot through her, settling between her legs. Her clit was hard and aching; she could feel it throbbing against his stiff dick.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” It was more a command than a request.

Solay nodded. She sensed that Deon’s performance was going to be well worth the money spent. It took a lot of effort not to push him onto the sofa, hop on top of him, and take the dick right there and then.

Pull yourself together. Calm down, be patient,
she lectured herself as he led her toward the bedroom.

She lay on her back. Deon, a large and beautiful mass of nakedness, straddled her. It was hard to concentrate on the sensual massage while the heat from his hefty and curved dick pulsed against her flesh.

“Let’s skip the massage,” Solay murmured, feeling hot from the touch of his hands on her bare skin.

“Relax. Lemme help you get rid of all this tension.”

“But—”

“Shh.” He silenced her. And with skillful seduction, he rubbed her back.

Annoyed that she’d allowed some thugged-out dick-for-hire, to talk her into getting something she didn’t want, Solay lifted her head to protest. “Seriously, I don’t need a massage. I just want—”

“I got you, ma. What’s the rush?” His strong hand continued squeezing, working through the kinks in her neck.

“Well, I didn’t want you to think that I required…you know, uh…I don’t really need prolonged foreplay.”

Deon chuckled. “I’ma make you feel good. Dig me? And all you have to do is lie here and allow yourself to receive the pleasure. Can you do that?”

Hmm. He’s got it twisted. I’m paying to call the shots. I determine how I want to receive pleasure.
“Look, I don’t have a problem—”

“Solay….” The way he spoke her name held a ring of patient tenderness. “You’re so wound up and tense. Chill, aye. You don’t have to lift a finger. This is your night. The only thing you need to do is relax. Just enjoy yourself.”

Solay had expected to dictate the direction of this sex session, but Deon was obviously an alpha male and he wasn’t giving up control. Conceding, she lowered her head, her cheek resting against the pillow.

He plied and kneaded her tense muscles until her anxiety melted away. Then his hands slid away from her neck and shoulders, long fingers gliding down the length of her back, delivering a touch that was so light and teasing, Solay shivered.

He lifted the lace slip, displaying buttocks separated by the strip of black fabric of her thong. Her pulse kicked up a notch; her body shuddered in anticipation. Deon placed a kiss between her shoulder blades. That sweet and sudden contact sent shockwaves zinging to every nerve in her body.

His hot kiss traveled down to the small of her back. His lips were so devilishly close to her ass, it was tantalizing. Rocked by delicious tremors, she buried her face in the pillow, and released a soft moan of pleasure.

He covered her buttocks with kisses. Solay gave a choked gasp, and shifted restlessly. As if being pulled by invisible strings, her legs slowly parted.

He stroked her pussy through the slip of fabric. His finger encircled her clit until she was moist with longing. Gently, he pulled her thong over her hips and past her thighs, leaving them confined around her ankles.

With desperate little kicks, Solay swiftly ridded herself of the delicate restraint.

He dismounted her. Crouched by her side, Deon inserted a sturdy finger. His finger spiraled deep inside her soft confines. He stirred the hot liquid that pooled around his finger. Completely aroused, Solay quivered with excitement.

“I wanna taste you.”

His words alone had the impact of a hard shaft of dick ramming her pussy. Reflexively, she moaned. Her fists curled around the lace trim of the pillowcase. Still on her tummy, Solay trembled. The muscles in her pussy tightened in anticipation.

“Can I lick that thing?” His voice was coarse with need.

She wanted to cry from happiness. Swallowing a sob, she nodded her head, whimpering consent. Without further prompting, Solay spread her legs for him.

His flicking tongue coaxed Solay to her knees. Crouching, she tooted her butt in the air, giving him ample access. His tongue slid between pussy lips, swirling and licking extravagantly.

“Oh, damn,” she cried. Her pussy sputtered in appreciation.

“Yeah, baby. You know what it is. Turn that pretty ass over so I can get all up in it. I’ma suck the first nut out of you, and then….”

Oh, my God!
Deon was going to suck and fuck her to sweaty exhaustion. Solay twisted around, collapsing on her back. Thighs wide apart, she offered him a broad view of neatly groomed, hot pussy.

He dipped his tongue inside an opening that was pooled with sultry moisture. His tongue swam through pulsing tidal waves of liquid desire.

Slowing his tongue laps, he began leisurely dragging his tongue up and down her narrow slit, causing Solay to vibrate and purr. Suddenly, his tongue took on a different rhythm and movement, undulating and rolling in an uncanny manner. Deon was working his tongue gymnastics with such skill and dexterity, Solay’s pussy clenched up and began to spasm out of control.

Screaming for Jesus, she gave into a toe-curling, flooding climax.

As she lay panting and murmuring in relief and satisfaction, Deon covered her body with his. She was acutely aware of his erection that throbbed against her inner thigh. But she couldn’t move. Not yet. She was still trying to catch her breath.

“Did you cum real good?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured.

“I’m not finished with you. I got something else for your sexy ass.”

Shaking her head, Solay smiled. “I’m good. Completely satisfied.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t even feel right if you didn’t bust two or three times—at a minimum,” he said, laughing.

She was about to protest when she felt him cupping her breasts, pushing them together as he took turns sucking each nipple. Sensations of pleasure took over her body, making her widen her legs, lifting herself, arching with desire as she offered herself—once again.

He separated the wet folds of her sex and rubbed the head of his dick along the slippery entry.

“Ahh,” she gasped, gripping the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

“I want you to feel good.” He eased the swollen head of his dick inside her, and then slid several inches of pulsing dick inside her slick softness. Possessively, her pussy puckered around his rock-hard length, trying to gobble up even more. Every tiny muscle clung to his shaft.

“You got it, baby. This is all for you,” he said as he shoved in the full length of his big, hard dick. His voice was a melody, a crooning love song that heightened the delicious sensations.

Oh, my God. This man is amazing.
She wondered if the escorts at Rent-A-Man went through sex training session. If so, she was sure that Deon had been a star pupil.

In and out, he stroked with an undulating rhythm that was driving Solay crazy, provoking her into wanton writhing and helpless whimpering.

“Don’t stop,” she said breathlessly.

“Your pussy is too good for me to stop,” he told her in a husky voice. “I’m not stopping until you cum. Can’t stop until my dick is soaking wet with your nut.”

Solay was astonished by what he was saying…the way he was making her feel.

“You like it?”

“Love it. Never had dick like this before. Never,” she said, panting and gyrating so fiercely, she wondered if she’d become sexually possessed.

It was a dick-down, delivered so thoroughly, she couldn’t hold back the succession of orgasms that rocked her body. It seemed as if her very essence was swept into the sensations. She saw streaks of vibrant colors; brilliant sparks of light burst behind her eyes. “Deon…Deon…Deon,” she cried over and over as a series of tiny eruptions, combined into massive, volcanic explosion.