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“Turn over baby. You know what I want. Spread those cheeks nice and wide.”
Sterling latched onto my hole and gave it the same plunging, devouring treatment he gave my mouth. It was a thorough exploration of my inner channel. His tongue was accompanied by two of his thick fingers. My hole was stretched and dripping with his saliva and my dick was leaking. Then I was on my back again. Knees pushed up to my chest and his hands on my thighs. He was slurping at my hole.
“Um, um-hmmmm, so good!” I mumbled while thrashing my head from side to side as my orgasm did its best to work its way out of me. “Oh, yeah! Fuck yeah.”
Suddenly, his fingers and tongue were gone. The emptiness had my need rushing back to the surface. Before I could get a word out, I felt his cock smacking at my hole. Hearing the wet flesh connect each time made me raise my head up enough so I could watch it as he slowly pushed inside of me. All I could do was babble nonsense and moan like a filthy, desperate cock slut. His filthy desperate cock slut. I wanted to scream for him to just give it all to me, but I knew he wouldn’t put up with that. In and out. In and out. The first few strokes were just the tip. Then a third. A little more the next time. When his thrust finally picked up in pace, I was all in and more than ready. I held my legs so far open I thought I might split myself in two.
“Kiss me, Daddy. Ahh, yes! Right there…” His mouth was back on mine before I could even get out another syllable. He positioned my feet on his chest and went to town on my ass. This was a true banging. He dipped a bit at the knees to hit my spot each time and when my body managed to get away even a little, his hands clutched at my hips and dragged me back closer. Every thrust sent shivers through my whole body. He took hold of my head and held on to my neck, resting his forearms on my shoulders, as his body stiffened. I watched and felt his orgasm roll through him. He slammed back into me and pushed his release further into my ass. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his chin, and his chest. I wanted to rub that essence into my skin.
I was rubbing my chest and pinching my nipples with one hand, pulling on my hard dick with the other. I was so close. I could feel my balls tightening. So close…
“Hayes, Hayes!”
What the hell? I shot up in my bed with my hand clutching my dick. Holy fuck, that was some vivid dream.
“Hayes, are you all right? My God you were moaning and calling out. Hayes, open this door.”
Shit, Mama! Why did she sound so panicked? I was having a hard time clearing the fog. Oh my God. As the fog lifted, her words made more sense. I was moaning and calling out. How loud was I? What the hell had I said exactly? Taking my hand off my dick seemed much easier now that my mother’s actual voice had replaced my dream Sterling’s voice.
“Mother, I’m fine. I’m sorry I woke you up. What time is it?” I called from the other side of the closed door.
“I am not yelling through a door, Hayes.” Her sigh of exasperation came across clearly.
“I’m coming,” I answered. She had zero idea about the truth of that statement. I knew what I would be doing in the shower before my lunch. There was no way I would be able to keep my dick from misbehaving during my lunch with Sterling if I didn’t release a bit of this pent-up tension.
Pajama bottoms and a t-shirt in place, I felt almost decent. I seriously needed to move. Annie may have been right. Finding my own place had to go back to the top of my to do list. Facing my mother fifteen seconds after a sex dream was not okay. It wasn’t okay during high school, and I felt especially icky at this age. I yanked the door open and did my best to let my frustration come across vividly.
“Why are you all flushed?” She was giving me all sorts of side-eye. She could see I was flushed because I was not blessed with the deep shade of brown most of my family had. Did the woman not understand early morning questioning was never a good idea with me? It wasn’t like we just met.
“Because my father was high yellow and there’s no hiding it.”
“You are not funny, young man.” It was too early to be sensitive to her colorism issues. The look in her eyes said to fix it immediately.
“Sorry. It’s early and I’m fine. It was obviously a dream. I apologize for waking you up.” My contrition must have come across more successfully than I thought. She was still suspicious and wasn’t trying to hide it, but she was also letting me off the hook, for now.
The look she gave me made me feel like she had figured out more than a little bit of what was going on. She wasn’t just gazing at me; she was examining me with scrutiny. I broke eye contact.
“I’m going to take a shower. Any chance you want to make me a little breakfast? Really a little one, okay? I cannot be eating like we did yesterday, every morning,” I asked as sweetly as I could muster this early in the morning.
“Well, as long as you’re okay. You had me worried. Don’t do that again.” Mama kissed my cheek and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She looked back at me one time. Lord, that woman had a way of seeing through me, and this morning that was something I didn’t need.
I managed to get through breakfast, talk to my mother about her gala visions, and keep up a facade of mild irritation. The last part was the hardest because I was tingling with anticipation. If I let her off the hook too early, she would be just as suspicious as she would be if I bitched at her all day long. It was a fine line. I sure didn’t need her asking questions about my sudden excitement to be working on the event or with Sterling.
I casually mentioned our preliminary lunch meeting and that I needed to borrow her car, reminding her that our meeting was her idea-slash-fault.
“Hayes, I have errands I might need to run. Things come up, you know. How long are you going to be gone?”
“Mama, get Auntie to take you around if something comes up. Besides, the way we ran around yesterday, I can’t imagine there’s anything left for you to do in the whole county.”
I started cleaning up. My phone vibrated in my pocket while I was wrist deep in soap suds. Hopefully, it was from Sterling letting me know where and what time we were meeting. It was not. It was Annie wanting to know what I planned on wearing to my date, which I reminded her for the twentieth time it was not. Filling the next few hours would be tedious, but it would give me time to calm my nerves and leave my eager beaver routine at home. Other than the obvious physical attraction to the man, I needed to attempt to get a handle on why I’d become so obsessed with him. Everything I found out about him on the surface of my fairly in-depth dive, from a social media and press release standpoint, said he was putting out a lot of good into the world. He was intelligent and from a prominent family. But hell, who wasn’t at the Club?
“Okay, Mama, I’m going to put some notes together from our talk and get ready for my meeting with Sterling.”
“Mr. Sterling.” Her chastising tone was completely unnecessary since I wasn’t eight years old anymore. Of course, that never mattered to my mother.
“First of all, I’m not a little kid, Mother. I am an adult. Second, the man told me to call him Sterling. As a matter of fact, if you recall, he said everyone called him Sterling. Surely, I’m included in everyone.”
Her tsk and pointed look spoke volumes toward her disagreement with that statement.
