Sharing the Sheets (2 page)

The bathroom was nice and steamy just like Regina loved it. With all these new jet streams in the shower it proved to be the right call to renovate the condo. Damn, she was taking long. I didn't know how much longer I could keep that woody.

Just when my little man was about to go limp, the bathroom door opened. I tugged on my dick to keep me hard. I needed someone else to be in control for the moment. I wasn't gay and only allowed Regina to fuck me in my ass and get me out of my structured, planned life. It was only this past year that our sex life became over the top when it happened.

“You ready, daddy?” The shower door opened. She stood there all strapped up and ready to dedicate.

Daddy? Since when has she ever used that ghetto
-
ass terminology?
“Daddy?” I gave her an odd look.

“Yes. Aren't you the one who provides for me, gives me everything I need?” She rubbed on her new member.

“Well, please keep it behind closed doors.” I didn't like that shit and I wasn't going to mislead her that I favored her endearment.

“Sorry, baby, it won't happen again.” She fixed her best puppy-eyed, “lost my best friend,” “I'm so sorry” look on but it didn't work.

I grabbed her by the strap-on and unbuckled it. She tried at first to stop me but must've realized I had something to prove to her. As a man I wasn't about to let her fuck me in my ass after calling me daddy. “Get on the bench and open those legs real wide.” I held the strap-on in my hands and walked over to the system pad by the glass door. I tapped a button twice and a stream of water shot out the ceiling over the bench. Regina knew exactly what to do; she fixed her goods directly under the shooting water. She opened her legs wide and exposed her clit to the fullest. As soon as the stream hit her moans were heard.

“Yes, baby. Oh shit. Come fuck your pussy, baby.”

With those words I did as commanded. I walked back over, took a seat at the end of the bench, and watched her excitement climax. I took a look at my little man standing at attention and the eight-inch cock in my hand; I opted on using the eight inches. Her eyes widened with surprise when I slid it into her gently. I knew my dick wasn't big, but she would never know
I
thought so. There's just some things a man will never admit to anyone; it works out better if you just to play the game.

“Wow, baby, it's so big it hurts . . . but good. Shit that's good.”

I knew she wasn't lying. For the past eight years she only had me in her. If it didn't hurt I would have to question her in the worst way. It took a minute to get all eight inches into her, but by her screams of pleasure I knew it wasn't hurting that bad. As she continued to climax from the continuous jet stream of water on her clit and me fucking her hard with the strap-on my smaller head started to throb. I was about to bust. I left the strap-on in her and stood up. I held my manhood and directed straight to her mouth. She took all of me. It was one of the best feelings in the world to me; busting all my juice into her warm, wet mouth made me cum harder. It almost made me cum again instantly.

“Ahhhhh. Damn, baby, that was so good,” I said out of breath. She sucked every last drop of my love juice out of me.

“Don't stop please, baby. I want to come again. Mmm . . .” The pulsating, jet-propelled water was still doing its main purpose: giving her the time of her life over and over again. She was now in a sitting position with her back slightly arched. Regina took ahold of the strap-on and did as she pleased with it, moving it in and out of her vigorously as the water came down faster in tempo.

I watched her cum again, then moved over to one of the bigger showerheads and washed off. I took pleasure in pleasing her no matter the cost. After cleaning myself off I exited the shower leaving her to go numb in a world of unstoppable bliss. I dried off and threw my robe on. After stepping into my room, there it was: another fucking bridal magazine on the dresser and on my side.

Ever since we moved back in after the renovation, the in-your-face hints had been on full blast. I don't understand women. When we first met, I told her I didn't believe a document or a big fancy party had to prove I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone. It was a waste of money if you asked me; inviting tons of people and only 10 percent of them actually reach in their pockets to offer a gift. They do what most guests do at any wedding: eat their bellies full, get wasted and, if you're single, straight to the hotel with someone else who's as drunk and horny as you are.

I'd shared my life with Regina for eight years; didn't she know we're already considered married? She didn't have a need for anything. I treated her like my wife on paper, public, and private: her name was on everything, I referred to her as my wife in any and every form there was, and adored her as my queen beside me. I just didn't understand why after all this time she wanted to actually get married. I shook my head and picked up the magazine, flipped through the pages, and tossed it to her side of the dresser. The way I saw it, if she asked me about it I wouldn't be lying when I said yes.

The echoes from the bathroom told me she was going to be awhile. I took the opportunity to get some work done. I slipped into my flip-flops and headed to the kitchen. Glancing at the digital clock on the microwave, I picked up my cell phone off the counter. 2 Missed Calls flashed across the screen.
Shit, that was the fucking call I was waiting for. Fuck it, it's only nine o'clock out West.
I tapped the screen and put the phone on speaker.

“Hey, Mark, thanks for getting back to me,” a deep voice answered.

“So, Steve, do we have a deal at $3.5 million, fully furnished, all cash?” I crossed my fingers like a schoolgirl, but my tone was firm and quick.

“Can we close in ten days?” he asked.

“Congratulations, I will have the contract to you shortly. Next time you're in town we'll get together.”

“Definitely, we'll talk soon.” Seconds later the phone disconnected.

“Yes!” I shouted and freely spun around resulting in one of Michael Jackson's infamous poses.

“What got you Billie Jean-ing?” I heard a giggle.

“Just closed the deal on that one-bedroom on the Lower East Side.” I was happy I kept a laptop in the kitchen. I rarely stepped into my home office now that there's a room for it. I opened the laptop and quickly went to work on the contract.

“I can't believe somebody actually brought that place. That neighborhood sucks.”

“Now don't tell me you thought I wouldn't be able to sell it?” I stopped typing and waited for an answer.

“Never, you are the best at what you do. You just listed it about a week ago. I just didn't think you would sell it that fast, that's all.” She kissed me on the lips and walked over to the fridge.

“Can you get me a water please?” She placed the bottle next to the laptop. “Thanks. You going to bed or back into the shower?” I smiled naughtily, pulling her close to me.

“I don't know if I can give that addiction up.”

Her eyes fluttered just talking about it. I untied her robe and passed my fingers over her clit. She nearly bucked from my arms at the slightest touch.

“Please, baby, no more. I can't . . .”

I picked her up. “I might just have to put a password on that shit so your ass don't get carried away. I don't want to come home one day to find you looking like a prune.” I had to laugh while I held her in my arms. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

“Oh shut up. I didn't even know it could do that. I should be mad at you for not showing me that sooner. I'm tired, baby, are you coming to bed soon?”

I kissed her on the forehead and tucked her in. “Yes, I'll be in bed soon. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Before I even walked out the room she was snoring. Tomorrow she would unquestionably have some trouble walking. I headed back to the kitchen to finish up the contract. It was a little before one in the morning when I sent the final contract out. I shut off my laptop and cut the lights. I went to bed with a smile on my face.

It had been two days since I saw Regina. I didn't believe she wanted nothing to do with me; she wasn't taking my calls, acknowledging any of my direct messages on FB, or replying to my e-mails.
Did her man find out? We spoke for the past three months close to ten times a day someway somehow. Now she won't even answer me.

I pulled my dresser drawer out and searched through it until I found it: Regina's red lace thong from our last night together. I held it close to my nose, inhaling her. It still carried her scent, sweet and sexy. She had all I needed and I had to have her. I just didn't want the extra baggage she held on to.

Snapping out my world I stuffed my token of her safely away. I looked to my phone on the bed. I sent another direct message: Now I'm worried. What's going on? I'm on my way.

Hopefully that'd get her attention. I stared at my phone for the next ten minutes. Nothing popped up on the screen. It was one in the morning.
Fuck it, I'm going over there.
As much as I knew that going over there would and could be a huge mistake, I didn't care. I threw on the nearest pair of Nikes, grabbed my car keys, and headed out the door.

I didn't know what it was about Regina, but when I was near her everything in me went numb. The softness of her skin, her lips, her voice; I never felt this way about any woman. Regina had it all: the body—perfect; her mind—limitless; her style—always ahead of the game.

I darted to the car, jumped in, and was so nervous about appearing at her front door at this time, I dropped the keys. I bent my head over the steering wheel and said in a whisper, “What the hell are you doing? She wasn't supposed to get under me like this!”

I picked my head up and reached for my keys on the floor next to the gas pedal. I put the key in the ignition but didn't turn it. Instead I stared through the windshield out at the dim streetlights. It was quiet; hardly anyone was outside. My fingers were still in position to turn the key, but my mind wouldn't allow it.

“She's taken. She isn't yours!” I spoke out loud to nudge myself out the car.

I didn't budge. I covered my eyes with my hands.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Meet me @ Hilton off LIE exit 49. Rm 5066. R, rolled across the screen. My eyes opened wider with happiness. I had to look again to make sure I saw correctly. It wasn't her usual number so my contentment abruptly dissipated.
This could be a setup,
crossed my mind. I decided to call the number to make sure it was her.

It rang four times before someone answered: “Why are you calling me? You should be on your way.”

A huge grin came across my face. “Baby, my baby, what took you so long to call me? I missed you.”

“Tony, we discussed this. It will never be. I love my life; now you can play your part in it or I can get a replacement. Which would you like?”

Her sternness got my dick hard instantly. “Say no more, I'm on my way.” I pushed End on the screen, turned the key in the ignition, and put the car in gear. I pushed my foot on the gas and zipped my way to the Long Island Expressway from Midtown Manhattan. My mind was racing.
I thought we had more than just sex. Am I falling in love? Why won't she leave him? He's not her husband, there's no record of a marriage certificate. I know that for a fact. She's not the only one with a high powered friend or two. If she strictly wants sex, then that's exactly what she's going to get
—
for now. Soon she will be mine. I'll make sure of it.

 

 

Thirty minutes later I was exiting off the highway following the directions from my phone to the Hilton. I drove around the lot looking for Regina's baby blue Bentley. I didn't see it. My paranoia made an appearance again.
This is a fucking setup!
I pulled into a parking space at the back of the hotel. I picked up my phone and exited the navigation on my phone. Searching my call log I called the last number dialed.

“You better be downstairs,” Regina answered.

“I am, where's your car?”

“In the shop. Is there a problem?” she questioned.

“Matter of fact, there is.” I waited for her response.

Regina's breaths became deeper. “What?”

“I have one question for you: are you setting me up for your man to get at me?”

“You can't be serious. Do you actually think that I—me, someone you fucking on the regular—would do that?” Her tone was no longer sexy.

“Yeah, I do.” There was a long pause before she spoke again.

“Listen, Tony, there's no one holding a gun to your head. Do whatever you feel. I'm through.”

The phone clicked in my ear. If it was a setup then I was surely dead.
Fuck it. I didn't drive all this way just to turn back.
I knew the room number already so I looked for a back door of the hotel. There was one; I only hoped that I didn't need a key card to enter.
Fuck!
I cursed the key card slot for the door. Suddenly the door opened.
Yes!
I grabbed the handle and held the door.

“Thanks,” the man offered.

“No, thank you. Have a good night,” I replied and entered the hotel.

I walked straight to the elevator and pushed the call button. I was still kind of nervous, but so far so good. The elevator doors opened and I entered pushing the fifth-floor button. It only took a minute to arrive at the fifth floor. When the doors opened and I cautiously peeked out and quickly reverted my head back. I pushed the fourth floor button instead and exited then. I walked toward the staircase and walked up one flight of stairs. Again, I opened the door and poked my head out. The hallway was empty. I stood there for a minute listening to the dead silence in the air. Slowly I followed the signs to the room number. With a few steps down the long hallway her room was in front of me. Before I knocked, I stepped to the side so she couldn't see me through the peephole.

No answer. I was completely nervous. I slowly moved away from the door. I damn sure didn't want to knock on the door again. I waited for a few seconds then I started to head back to the elevator.

After few steps I heard a door open then her sweet voice filled the air: “Daddy, where you going? I thought you were here to handle your business.” She appeared in the hallway butt-ass naked with some spiky, tall heels on.

I almost tripped on my own feet rushing toward her. It took me less than four seconds to have her in my arms. Immediately, I palmed her ass, lifted her off her feet, and pushed my tongue eagerly into her mouth. Her back hit the slightly closed door. I pressed my body against her to push the door open.

Once in the room I gave her a pat on her ass and carried her to the bed. I turned back around to secure the door and hang the D
O
N
OT
D
ISTURB
sign on the outside handle. When I returned to the bed Regina was already started. Her legs were wide open, with her left fingers pulling at her nipple, and with her right hand inserting a dildo fast and steady into her pink deep hole.

“Yes, daddy, please come handle me. I need you in me.”

I was undressed in an instant. I was at full attention. Rubbing on my pulsating head, I moved to the edge of the bed closer to the headboard. Her eyes met my ten inches and she devoured it like a pro, moving down slowly allowing her salvia to lubricate her movement.

“Ahh, that feels so good. Yes, call me daddy,” I cooed.

She opened her eyes, took me in deeper, and moved the dildo even faster in and out of her flower. I was ready to give her everything she wanted sexually. I pulled my manhood out of her warm, wet mouth and rubbed my head on her lips.

“Is this what you want?” I asked teasing her.

“Yes, daddy. Come get your sweetness. It's ready for you.”

I could tell by her tone she was ready to burst. I got into the sixty-nine position and waited for her gushing juice of love. Within seconds she was erupting like a volcano. I took control of the dildo and turned on the vibrating feature. I placed it directly over her bulging clit. Her body shook. Regina took me into her mouth excitedly, moving rapidly up and down.

“Daddy, I need you in me. Please, daddy . . . Take it please.”

I lightly blew air over her wetness, continuously teasing her, and driving her into complete frenzy of hot lustful rants.

“Daddy, fuck me. Fuck your pussy.” Her hips lifted off the bed.

I had her exactly where I wanted her to be—completely under my control. I flipped over and lay on my back. I tossed the dildo to the side. “Come sit on daddy's big cock, baby. Show daddy how much you love this.”

Without hesitation she jumped on top of me. I almost came after a few of her notorious hip gyrations. I loved when she was on top and arched her back exposing her firm breasts. I reached out and pulled at both her nipples. Her moans became louder. As she reached climax again, I pulled her close to me and rolled her onto her back. With ease I embraced her pink walls deeper and harder.

“Ahh, daddy, please don't stop,” she whispered into my ears causing me to dig into her harsher.

“Tell me, baby. Tell daddy you'll never stay away from this again.” With every word I made sure she felt what she missed.

“I'm . . . sorry, daddy. Never again, daddy. Keep fucking me, daddy. Yeah, just like that . . . ummm . . .”

I continued for the next thirty minutes, flipping her into every Kama Sutra position I knew. By the end of it all I topped her off with a mouthful of my love juice. We both plopped on the bed exhausted in every way.

“Daddy, that was so damn good . . . like you been practicing,” she followed up with a laugh.

“Ahh, you got jokes, huh?” I looked to her. “I just wanted to show you what you missed. It was built up.”

“Please, Tony, it's only been two days maybe three. Besides, I don't ever want you to get tired of me.”

“Baby, I could never get tired of you.” I pulled her into my arms and brushed her hair with my fingers. “Baby, you are the only one for me and I'm willing to wait. I'm willing to be your lover, your sex toy, your punching bag, your dick on call—”

She moved my arm and sat up. “Come on now. You know better. Maybe I should've never—”

“Don't tell me you didn't want that night to happen. Do you even remember that night? Do you remember staying on the phone for hours? Do you remember the first night we met? How our hands couldn't stay off each other so long that you rubbed on my dick under the table at the restaurant while you dined on your meal?”

“Then during dessert you slipped your fingers between my legs and made me cum. I remember.” She turned to me and started to kiss my chest.

I stopped her and pulled her close to my face. “I'm willing to do anything for you. Anything.” I stared into her eyes exposing my internal wish. “I want you all the time. I can't go without you now. You can't start fucking me every day for the past two months and just expect me to go cold turkey. Come on, man.” I put it out there.

She smiled.

“I know for a fact that you wouldn't be fucking me if there was a choice of many. I'm not saying you wouldn't have men lined up. I'm just saying there's a reason you chose me. Am I right?” I hit her with a fact.

She squirmed a bit before she agreed with the nod of her head. “Yes, To—”

“I like it when you call me daddy.”

She flickered her eyelids. “Yes, daddy, you're right in a way, but we can't get too attached. I feel you are getting attached and that's a problem.”

“Attached—no, satisfied—yes, for the first time in a long time. I guess I don't want it to end. Is that so wrong?”

“No, it's not, but I don't want to be attached. I just like to fuck. Now get to it.”

I laughed then pushed her down onto the bed and went to work with my lips and tongue at first. After her legs started to shake I worked my ten inches into her as I tried to remember more positions to blow her mind.
Oh, the fun I'm going to have with you!