The Man in 3B (17 page)

Daryl took a step closer, simultaneously pressing his body against mine and closing the door. What I felt poking me was not resistance. Let’s make that clear.

His reaction only excited me more. I deepened our kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue and caressing the back of his head. His hardening manhood had my juices damn near dripping. All of this just from a kiss.

I felt him reach down to untie my robe, and suddenly I was no longer the one in the driver’s seat.
Oh, shit
, I thought,
I only came here for a kiss.
I swear that’s all I had planned on doing, but as I felt him cupping his hand over my private area, I knew I was about to get more than I’d bargained for. I was going to step over the line and become a cheating wife.

“Ohhh, Daryl.” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as he massaged the wetness through my underwear and placed little kisses all along my neck.

He paused for a minute and looked in my eyes. “You sure about this?”

At this point, my heart was racing and every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. There was no turning back now. “I’m still here. Is that a good enough answer for you?”

A smile crept across his face. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as if he was thinking,
Okay then, you asked for it.

The next thing I knew, Daryl was removing my robe and slipping my underwear down my legs. I stood there in my gown, praying he didn’t try to lift that over my head. I’d lost a few pounds but not enough that I could stand naked in front of him and not feel self-conscious.

To my relief, Daryl only lifted my gown. Then to my utter shock, he lifted me off my feet. In a move I wouldn’t have thought possible, he kneeled down and positioned my legs around his shoulders, and then he stood up, sliding me up the door. My head damn near hit the ceiling as I secured my thick legs around his neck and shoulders.

I heard him inhale and then exhale with an “Ummmm. You smell so good.”

“Thank—” was all I could get out before he began licking, kissing, sucking, and slurping. From my spot on his shoulders, I felt like I was floating on air, getting licked and sucked on like a lollipop.

He took a break only long enough to say, “Ummmmm, and you taste good too.”

I had no idea how this brotha was doing it, but he damn sure was doing it well. He had all this woman midair, using his tongue to pleasure me while he rubbed my ass cheeks like he was kneading dough. Never, ever, not never, ever, ever, ever had a man made me feel like this, and I was going to take full advantage of it.

I grabbed the back of his head like he was a steering wheel and I was the driver. It wasn’t like the man was lost and didn’t know where he was going, but just like a woman passenger, I still had to do a little backseat driving and guide him. It was my pleasure. It was my fantasy come true, only it was even better than I’d imagined it would be.

“Say it.” I would have gladly complied, but I had no idea what he was talking about. “Say it,” he ordered once again.

“Say what?” I asked, barely able to speak clearly.

“Say the word I’m spelling in your pussy.”

That’s when I realized that there was an art to what he was doing between my legs. He was meticulously using his tongue to place letters on my kitty kat.

There went the
D
, I realized with a moan.

Now the
A
.

“Ummmm.”

The
R
.

“Ahhhhhh.”

The
Y
.

A huge grin spread across my lips, and I had to bite down on one of my fingers to keep myself from screaming.

The
L
.

“Daryl,” I moaned, but I guess it wasn’t loud enough.

“What’s my name?” he demanded, his tongue still working its magic.

“Daryl,” I cried out happily as he began sucking my clit. “Daryl! Daryl! Daryl! Daryl! Dar—” I exploded in orgasm. He sucked up all my juices like we’d taken a lap around the park and he was thirsty.

Even though he’d done all the work, I felt like I’d finished a workout as well. I was drained.

He slid me back down, allowing me to place my feet on the ground.

Breathing heavily, he managed to get out, “Say it again. What’s my name?”

I was leaning against the door frame, still trying to catch my breath too. “Daryl,” I whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

He gave me a peck on the cheek and took my hand. I melted. This man was a dream. It couldn’t have been real. Men didn’t know how to make women feel that way. At least I’d never met one who had.

Daryl had made me feel so good, and it was only fair that I returned the sentiment. I kissed him, tasting myself in his mouth as I pushed him over to the couch.

“Take ’em off,” I said playfully, snapping the waistband of his pajamas. He removed his T-shirt, and for a minute I was unable to do anything but stare at his muscular torso, covered in tattoos. I’d never been with a man with so much ink, and even though I didn’t need any more encouragement, it was a real turn-on.

He stood with his calves up against the couch and slid his pajamas down to his ankles. I literally gasped at the size of his Johnson. He was all man—more man than I’d ever been with—but I didn’t let that stop me.

I nudged his chest gently and he fell back onto the couch. We got the formalities out of the way quickly when he sent me into his bedroom to get a condom out of his nightstand. I was so wet from his tongue workout that after I put his condom on, I slid down effortlessly onto his mini–baseball bat and went to work, rolling my hips back and forth, fast. I wasn’t about to play around with it. It felt too good to waste time being timid.

I wanted to give him the same kind of rush he’d given me. I went up and down, back and forth… hell, I even went sideways, and his dick curved right with me, as if it were a custom-made fit.

I heard him groan, and then he lifted his upper body slightly off the couch. I knew it was coming then, so I tightened up around him and bounced up and down like I was on a pogo stick. “Damn, woman,” he said as he pulled me down hard on him.

But that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to hear him. “Say it,” I ordered. “Say it.”

“Connie. Oooooh, Connie, baby.” He said it like I was his. Like he was mine. He said it over and over, and every time he said my name, I went faster and harder until I felt him explode inside of me. I shuddered, feeling my own delicious orgasm as he pulsated inside of me.

He had his head leaned back and his eyes closed, and he wore a smile on his face. He looked happy and satisfied, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I’d come twice, and he was still on number one, so I was ready to get down on my knees and get started on his second round. I made a move to climb off his lap.

He put a hand on my arm and said, “No, lay here for a minute.”

I wish I could say that after two A-plus orgasms I had lost all my inhibitions, but that wasn’t the case. I was not about to put all my weight on top of this man and lay there.

He must have sensed my insecurity, because he helped me up, moved his body as far back against the couch as he could, and then patted the spot in front of him. “Come on, lay down.”

I did as he asked, lying down with my back to him. He draped his arm over me and pulled me back against his body as tightly as he could. This felt like heaven. After a couple of minutes, I could hear his breathing become slow and steady. He’d dozed off to sleep… with me in his arms.

It felt so good to be lying there, cuddled up beside a man, feeling desired, that I wanted to shout to the world how good I felt, but I would start by telling Daryl. I turned my body around to face him, and he stirred, slowly coming out of his post-sex sleep. I put my leg
on top of his and began rubbing my foot up and down his leg to wake him. That’s when I felt something weird beneath his pajama bottoms.

I sat up and asked, “What the hell is that?”

“What?”

“This.” I nudged his ankle with my foot.

“Oh, that?” He was fully awake now, but he sure looked like he wished he wasn’t.

“Yeah, that,” I said flatly.

“Well, I guess I didn’t tell you… I’m on house arrest.”

“Have a good day, baby,” I said to Slim as he released my waist. “And hurry home.”

We’d just had our good-bye kiss, the one he insisted on having every morning on the stoop in front of all the cackling hens, like we were a commercial for eHarmony or something. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to kiss Slim. He was a good enough kisser, but I couldn’t have cared less about what the peanut gallery on the stoop thought. My concern was that one of these days Daryl was going to walk out and see us kissing.

Yes, I still had the hots for my ex, despite being engaged to a man I loved, a man who would lay the world at my feet. Believe me, it wasn’t like I wanted to feel this way about Daryl, but he had this hold on me, mentally and physically, that he probably didn’t even know he had.

“I will,” Slim replied flirtatiously. “I gotta get back home to finish what you started this morning. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I like it.”

There were a few snickers from the peanut gallery, but I didn’t care. Sure, I’d woken his ass up at six o’clock this morning, and I fucked his brains out for the next two hours too. I’m not ashamed of it. I was horny as hell. I got that way whenever I dreamed about Daryl making love to me, and well, that seemed to be happening every night lately. Add in the fact that he was living in such close proximity, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

“You, baby. You’ve gotten into me deep and hard,” I told him with
an equally naughty grin on my face. I couldn’t see their faces, but I was sure the stoop crowd was losing their minds. Slim and I loved teasing these horny old bats. “You know this is all yours whenever you want it.”

“That’s right, ’cause you know Slim always has what you need.”

“That’s right, Daddy. You always have what I need.” I ran my hand across his package for all to see. It didn’t take long for a bulge to appear through the thin material of his summer trousers.
Now that, bitches, is what I’m working with.

He kissed me again and said, “I left something for you on your pillow.”

“A little blue box I hope?” I wanted to get to my apartment so bad I almost jumped out of my skin. I loved those little blue boxes he gave me. I don’t mean to sound shallow, but I could wake up to one of those blue boxes every day. Forget the man, just give me the present.

“If it is a little blue box, I got something for you when you get home. Something even better than what you got this morning.”

“Look, you better stop talking like that or I might not make it off the block,” Slim warned. It was kind of cute the way he kept glancing in the direction of the neighborhood gossips to see if they were listening. It felt good to know my man was proud that I was his.

“Go ahead and handle your business, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back,” I said.

“Butt naked in pumps?”

I could feel the women’s eyes wander toward me, so I decided to give them the show they were looking for. “Butt naked in pumps, baby, with a can of whipped cream in one hand and K-Y Jelly in the other.”

“Aw, shit now,” Slim said. “Lemme get outta here so I can hurry up and get back. I’ll be home around three.”

“I’ll be waiting.” I shooed him away playfully, but not before he planted another kiss on my lips.

“I love you,” Slim said as he walked away.

“Love you too.” I stood there for a moment, marveling at how far Slim and I had come in our relationship. I couldn’t believe he had
actually taken the leap to get us our own place. And if that wasn’t enough to show how serious he was about spending the rest of his life with me, I had this huge rock of an engagement ring to prove it. So what the hell was wrong with me that I still couldn’t stop thinking about Daryl?

My mind wandered to the blue box that Slim said he had left on my pillow. Maybe that would help me forget Daryl. And even if it didn’t, I knew it would make me feel good.

I headed back into the apartment building, eager to get the box. For some reason, the fates had decided they were going to fuck with me, because just as I walked into the lobby, Daryl came out of the stairwell. As always, he looked good, wearing slacks and a polo shirt. I caught a glimpse of the Jewish star pendant I’d bought him, and instantly I wished we could turn back to those happier days.

He froze for a moment when he saw me. As we stood there staring at each other, I could feel butterflies in my stomach and moisture between my legs. There was something about being in close proximity to that man that turned on my waterworks. I half smiled, wishing that I could drag him into my apartment and fuck him until I was raw inside.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take him long to snap out of his fog and remember the reality of our situation. A frown darkened his face as he headed in my direction. At first I thought he was going to curse me out or maybe even raise his hand to me, but instead, he brushed right past me as if I weren’t even there.

“Daryl, wait,” I said as I grabbed his arm.

He turned around, jerking away from me. “What?”

I exhaled, allowing myself a few seconds to try to put my words together. “I think we need to talk.”

He sucked his teeth and glared at me. “You wanna talk? How about the fact that you had a fiancé the entire time you were making me think that we were going to be together? We don’t have nothing to talk about, Krystal. Actions speak louder than words, and I got your message loud and clear.”

“I know, I know,” I replied, lowering my head. “I’m sorry. Once again I fucked up, but we still need to talk. Set some ground rules.”

“Ground rules for what?” He relaxed a little, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall by his sides.

“Me and you.”

He laughed. “There is no me and you. You’re engaged to be married. You live with your fiancé. The two of you need to go and live happily ever after and leave me the fuck alone.” He tried to walk off again, but I grabbed his hand this time, caressing it.