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  On the way home, Simone thought long and hard about her situation. As soon as she made up her mind, she made a phone call.

  “Hey, are you home? Alone? I’ll be right over.” She clicked off and made a U-turn. Thirty minutes later she was at her destination. She strolled up to the front door. “Hi Kirk.”

  Chapter 12

  She calmly walked in and as soon as Kirk closed the door she jumped into his arms, her legs circling his waist. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you. God you’re hot!” She pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard, almost brutally.

  Kirk cupped her bottom and slowly walked to the living room where he dropped her on the couch. He lovingly undressed her. Then he pulled off his clothes.

  Simone stroked his smooth muscled chest. Kirk stood and he was about to climb on top of her when she told him to stop, she wanted to enjoy his body. She propped herself up on one elbow and her eyes feasted on his sexiness.

  He was darker than she’d expected, even though he was a blond, he had olive coloring and his skin looked as though it was sprinkled with just a hint of honey.

  A grin spread over her face as she admired him. Her gaze started at his blue eyes, his high cheekbones, his full lips, his broad shoulders, then his muscled chest. There was a faint line of blond hair on his stomach travelling south. She reached out and slowly traced her finger over the line of hair, she paused, the trail ended at the base of his dick. Simone grabbed it, and was shocked then pleased when her hand could barely wrap around it. He was neatly shaved and trimmed, exposing his balls. She eased forward and her lips were inches away from his tip, when he pulled back.

  “Nu uh, eventually I want to come all over you. But the first time I want to come inside you.”

  “But—”

  “Nope! Open your legs,” he demanded.

  She splayed her legs open. Kirk knelt beside her and smoothed her hair back. He looked her in the eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yeah,” Simone nervously croaked. She had been waiting for this since the first time she had met Kirk a month ago.

  Kirk brushed his lips against hers. “You don’t have to. You can leave and I won’t be upset,” he said, but his hard shaft said something totally different.

  “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. She drew him closer and leisurely kissed him. She slid her tongue between his lips and she sighed when their tongues met, he felt even better than she had imagined. His tongue unhurriedly slid over hers, they wanted to enjoy each other, and they did.

  Kirk pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. “I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted. He cupped her face with his hands and looked her in the eyes. Desire blossomed and almost burst in Simone when passion darkened his normally light blue eyes to a stormy azure.

  Kirk palmed her breasts and caressed them, he tweaked her pea size nipples. He pushed her breasts together. “I wanna make a dick sandwich with these beautiful titties then I want to come all over your face.”

  Simone inhaled sharply at his words. “Kirk,” she moaned. “Suck my nipples,” she begged. Kirk leaned down and tenderly kneaded her breasts while flicking his tongue over her stiff peaks. “Now bite them,” she demanded.

  Kirk grinned, he liked a lady who knew what she wanted and wasn’t shy about asking for it. He captured an engorged nipple between his teeth and grazed it, he eagerly moved on to the next one. He soothed them by suckling them softly. He repeated this until she was whimpering loudly.

  Kirk peeked at her. “Was that okay?” She nodded. He kissed his way down to her mound. At a time when women were getting Brazilian waxes, landing strips, or shapes shaved into their bushes, Simone kept hers all natural and Kirk’s dick pulsed when he saw it.

  He licked his lips before lowering his head to her pussy, his tongue got lost in her hair. Simone gasped and opened her legs wider. Kirk nibbled gently on her clit, occasionally skimming his tongue over it. “I need to look at it.” He pushed himself up on his elbows. He spread her folds open exposing her sweet pinkness and her clit, he hungrily gazed at it. He brushed his thumb over it and she shivered. Unable to keep his mouth away from her pussy, he bowed his head and delved in for a second time. His tongue delicately stroked her creases, and Simone balled her hands into fists when she felt a spark that started at her clit work its way up and grew into a four alarm fire. She screamed when she climaxed, she lay still and let her orgasm take over her body.

  Kirk smiled apologetically before standing up to stretch. Simone couldn’t take her eyes off his body. She loved his wide shoulders, narrow waist and long muscular legs. And saluting her was his dick, ready and waiting. It was only inches away from her mouth.

  He saw her gaze, and he shook his head no. He got back on his knees and kissed her pussy. Then he instructed her to put her legs over his shoulders. He slid his dick inside her and her pussy suctioned itself to it. Kirk swiveled his hips and let his dick bask in her heat. Simone arched her back and writhed with desire. Kirk grabbed her ass and plunged into her. He increased his speed and his balls slapped against her cheeks, making a smacking sound.

  “Look at me!” Simone opened her eyes and found Kirk staring down at her. “I want you to see me when I come.” Suddenly Kirk’s eyes widened and he began gasping, as his orgasm washed over his body. He nestled his head on her breasts.

  “Will you blow me off now, like you did Aleesha?” Simone asked, half-jokingly.

  Kirk kissed her shoulder, which was still damp with their sweat. “After that? No way!”

  Her stomach growled and her face reddened with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I’m hungry.”

  “I guess you were running on fumes, because your energy level was off the charts,” he teased. He sat up, and Simone marveled again at his body, it was perfection personified. “I can cook something or we can go out…” He stopped, after seeing the horrified expression on Simone’s face. Kirk slumped back against the couch. “Let’s talk about this.”

  “Yeah, we need to. J.T. is gonna kill us if he finds out about us.”

  “I know, but if you want, this will be our first and last time together. I can order us some takeout,” he offered, lamely, knowing that it would be hard for him to stay away from her after feeling, touching and tasting her, she was like a drug to him, that once tasted he was hooked and needed it every day.

  Simone’s eyes watered. “I don’t want this to be our last time,” she croaked. “I like you, I really like you.” She looked up at him with tear stained eyes and Kirk’s heart nearly stopped. “What do you really want to do?”

  Chapter 13

  J.T. stood in the middle of the football field surround by teenage boys. This is what he loved most about his job. He had flown to Detroit to conduct his football camp, it was an annual event. His foundation funded him or other NFL players to travel to different cities where they conducted a camp that gave the kids the fundamentals of football. So far this year, he had traveled to Cleveland, Buffalo, Miami, Baltimore, St. Louis and his hometown Atlanta. He’d get some of his colleagues to visit other cities.

  While he knew that the chances of any of them making it to the NFL was slim, football gave the kids something to live for, to aspire to and at the very least, they can earn a scholarship to college.

  He was watching a group of boys doing sprints when a man came up to him. J.T. blinked, the man was gorgeous. He was shorter than J.T., he estimated his height to be around five eight and that he weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds. He was bald, very clean shaven except for a thin mustache.

  “Hey I’m Christian. I’m from Black Sports Magazine, Marcella sent me to take pictures of your sports camp for the magazine.”

  J.T. pulled himself out of his daze to answer. “Oh, what happened to Vivian? She usually does this.”

  “She’s out on maternity leave.”

  “Oh, okay,” J.T. muttered, he was transfixed with Christian’s eyes, they were light brown almost hazel with golden fle
cks.

  “I know that I don’t have to say this, but be natural. I’ll be on the side taking pictures. You won’t even know that I’m here.”

  Oh, I’ll know. Christian strolled around the field with his camera shielding his face, he took shots of J.T. running with the kids, with him gesticulating wildly at them and occasionally laughing. Christian’s dick pulsed against his thigh, every time he looked at J.T.’s magnificent body, it grew harder. Christian discreetly adjusted himself. He took some very close ups of J.T.’s face and some tight shots of his lips and his ass and legs. He’d planned on keeping them for his private collection.

  Christian patiently waited at the end of the camp while J.T. signed autographs for the participants, their family and other onlookers who wanted it. An hour later, after everyone had left and with the sun beating down on them, they were the only two left on the empty field.

  “Now I need to do the interview portion,” Christian announced.

  J.T. strolled over to a table and Christian was right behind him. J.T. picked up a bottle of Gatorade, unscrewed the cap and guzzled the entire contents. He tossed the empty container into the wastebasket. “Two points,” he crowed. He focused on Christian, something he didn’t want to do. While on the field with the kids, he felt Christian’s presence and his scent, even on a hot May day, wafted over to him. “I’m sorry man, don’t get too close, I’m pretty ripe right now.”

  Christian eyes roamed down the top of J.T.’s head to his feet, he licked his lips. “You smell good to me.”

  J.T. ignored the blatant come on. “This isn’t the best place to do an interview. Let’s go somewhere very casual, where we can relax. So this is your town, where’s a good place to eat?” he asked.

  “If you’re down for some burgers and fries, there’s a cool sports joint downtown. It’s pretty chill.”

  “Cool, I’ll follow you.”

  Twenty minutes later they were sitting across from each other. After ordering their food and drinks, Christian turned on a recorder and set it on the corner of the table. Between eating his food and drinking a couple of beers, J.T. answered his questions as candidly as possible. They were Marcella’s pre-approved questions, so he already had his canned responses memorized.

  As soon as J.T. answered the last question, Christian clicked off the recorder. They sat back and watched a basketball game that was playing on one of the oversize TV screens that were placed throughout the bar.

  “You think the Laker’s are going to take it all this year?”

  J.T. shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Dallas is looking good, and it’s a team that has a lot of heart. They could take it all.”

  “Maybe,” Christian replied. They sat in silence for another couple of minutes. Even though the bar was relatively crowded, only a few fans stopped and asked for autographs and J.T. was grateful, although he loved his fans and appreciated them, sometimes he wanted to eat with as little interruptions as possible.

  Christian leaned closer, and said softly, “You can punch the shit out of me if I’m out of line, but I want you to fuck me.”

  For a split second, desire flashed across J.T.’s face, then he trained it into a neutral mask. He nodded discreetly because one never knew who was filming his lunch with their phone.

  “You down?”

  “Yeah.” J.T. thought for a moment, then said, “I got a suite at the MGM Grand. It might be better if you follow me.” He would feel much safer going to a hotel instead of going into a stranger’s house, which might be equipped with recording devices. After all, he is a journalist and a photographer. Since he wasn’t at all familiar with the Detroit area and getting from point A to B would prove challenging with his limited knowledge of the city, J.T. typed in the hotel’s address into his rented SUV GPS as soon as he got into the vehicle.

  He pulled out of the parking lot, glanced in his rearview mirror, saw that Christian was behind him and drove at a comfortable pace to the hotel.

  J.T.’s dick throbbed with desire as he drove to his hotel. He had been sneaking peeks at Christian all day. And the most agonizing part of the whole afternoon was that he didn’t know if Christian was gay. And he nearly raced around the table to hug him when Christian announced that he was.

  He reached between his legs and stroked his penis, it was as hard as a rock. “Damn this is a long ride.”

  As soon as he got to the hotel, he dropped his SUV with the valet then eagerly strolled into the lobby to wait for Christian. Three minutes later he strolled in and J.T.’s heart pounded. He nonchalantly shook his hand as though it was a casual meeting.

  “Come on, let’s get something to drink.” He and Christian wandered over to the bar, where J.T. ordered a large bottle of sparkling water and Christian did the same.

  “So this is what we’re gonna do,” J.T. said in, hushed tones and sensing the need for secrecy, Christian tilted his head closer to J.T. “I’m going to finish about half this drink, shake your hand goodbye, then go up to my room.” He immediately gave Christian his room number. “You wait about twenty minutes then come on up. Deal?”

  Christian nodded. “Cool.”

  Per their arrangement, when J.T. was halfway finished with his drink, he shook Christian’s hand then headed towards the elevators to his suite.

  J.T. had Aleesha reserve a corner suite for him, it was one thousand square feet, a marble foyer, a whirlpool tub and amazing floor-to-ceiling windows.

  He raced into the bathroom, kicking off his sneakers along the way. Inside the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. He jumped into the shower and turned his face up towards the waterfall showerhead.

  J.T. shivered with anticipation. This will be the first time in a long time where I won’t be intoxicated or drugged when I make love to a man. When I fucked a man, there was no love involved.

  There was a soft knock on the door just as he was spritzing on some cologne. With a towel securely wrapped around his waist he went to the door and peeked through the peephole. Christian stood on the other side of the door and J.T. pulled it open.

  Christian quickly slid in. The whole thing took less than five seconds. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” J.T. responded softly, then did what he had been thinking about all day. He pulled Christian against him and Christian’s arms automatically went around J.T.’s waist. Christian shyly looked up at J.T. and J.T. lowered his head and kissed Christian’s upturned face. They kissed for several minutes. Christian was the first to pull away.

  “I need to shower.”

  “No you don’t.”

  “No?”

  “Nu uh. I want to taste every inch of your nasty ass.”

  “Oh, in that case.” Christian quickly undressed and like J.T., he tossed his clothing into a heap on the floor.

  J.T. grabbed Christian and carried him to the bed, where he dropped him. Christian stared wide eyed with anticipation at him. With a flourish J.T. pulled off his towel, then settled down next to Christian.

  “You’ve been working hard today, would you like me to massage you?” Christian asked. “Got any lotion?”

  “In the bathroom. There’s a jar on the vanity.”

  Christian hopped up. “Be right back.”

  J.T. pressed his cheek against the mattress and he carefully shifted his hips to alleviate some discomfort, his dick was so hard. He was afraid to move too much, because any friction might cause him to burst.

  Christian strolled out. “Is this okay?” he asked, holding a jar of his favorite lotion. It came from a shop in Europe where he had it specially made for him.

  “That’s perfect!”

  Christian gently sat on the small of his back, the sweet spot right above his ass. His hard cock was hot on J.T.’s back. Christian slathered his hands with the expensive cream. He smoothed it over J.T.’s wide shoulders. He rubbed it into his skin, he grabbed some of J.T.’s skin between his forefingers and thumbs, then squeezed. Christian twisted the skin, J.T. moaned.

  “Th
at feels good, you’re good at this.”

  Christian chuckled. “So I’ve been told.” He leaned forward and pressed down, using his body weight, to apply extra pressure as he pressed the heel of his hand down J.T.’s back. “So does your wife know what you’re doing?”

  “Yes and no. We have an agreement. I can see men, but she’s not privy to the details, it works for us.”

  “Sounds civil.”

  “It’s working for us.” J.T. groaned softly while Christian’s hands manipulated his smooth skin. Christian made his way to J.T.’s ass. He kneaded J.T.’s taut globes, occasionally cupping them. “I just got to kiss your beautiful ass.” He scooted back, then leaned down and kissed J.T.’s butt.

  Christian separated his cheeks and he tenderly kissed J.T.’s sensitive skin, he slowly ran his tongue around his puckered hole. J.T. shuddered with desire when Christian nestled his face between J.T.’s ass and tongued his hole, darting his tongue in and out. J.T. whimpered. He reached down and grabbed his dick and began stroking it while Christian continued tonguing his ass. The pressure built in J.T.’s shaft and he clenched his ass, and Christian tightened his grip as he slurped at J.T.’s crack.

  J.T. gasped while his come squirted into the comforter. “Shit!” He peeked over his shoulder to find Christian jacking off. He was on his knees, with his eyes closed and his head thrown back. J.T. turned over onto his back. He tucked his hand behind his head and watched the show. It didn’t take long, Christian erupted all over the bed. Spent he lay down next to J.T.

  Once they were rested and J.T. felt himself grow hard again, he firmly guided him onto his knees. J.T. licked his ass then bit it gently. Christian moaned and arched his back. J.T. grasped Christian’s balls and gently kneaded them, Christian writhed with desire. “Hold on.” J.T. stopped long enough to put on a condom and picked up a tube of lube.

  He slicked his fingers with the gel and stuck them into Christian’s ass, Christian groaned as J.T. finger fucked him. “I want to feel your dick, stick it in!”