“You can speak, scream, shout, the room is soundproof,” he admitted. Was I in a sex dungeon and did I want to leave it? No, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and savor the experience that had just rocked my world. He slowly massaged my thighs, my legs, and feet as I anticipated his finale. The show before was amazing.
No man had ever made me feel empowered like he did from head. My body was calling out to him. Each time my chest rose and fell it called out to him. His washboard chest and perfectly sculpted abs were saturated with sweat. I leaned up and licked as he hissed. Another shot and he was now biting and sucking on my nipples.
“I plan to. Dammit, Houston you gave no indication you would fu-” his body and dick slammed into me almost causing heart palpitations. My eyes rolled and the sensation of another human inside of me became a weakness I may never get used to. He rolled his hips and dipped to his own beat. Right now all I could muster was the chant of his name.
Thank god for the room being soundproof. A beat, a dance all of our own. Inside slow movements sent me into a bucking frenzy. He didn’t stop or slow down. I was here for the lesson and he was the master of all masters.
“Teaghan, first thing you need to understand, you don’t run shit here. Either keep screaming my name or shut up,” he ordered as my body began to heat and simmer from the inside out. His strokes filled me up and his stroke was that of a perfectionist. I couldn’t speak much if I wanted to.
“Yes, Houston right there,” I coached as I grinded my hips against his pelvis. I was in paradise and he had led me there with little coercion. Pulling out he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up using his muscles. I wrapped my legs and my arms around his body. We were one with no vows. In his arms, I felt every inch, every throb. His breath tickled my ear and I rode the wave of ecstasy.
I was officially out of words which was rare. This session needed no words or explanation …it was simply bliss, a blessing to be in the presence of a man that knew how to hit every nerve, every wall with precision. Our skin was sticky and hot, and I loved it.
“I could taste you and your skin every day,” he said barely above a whisper as he began to slow down and jerk. Carrying me back to the bed, he laid me down softly and applied his weight on me. The moment was divine, hard to explain and damn sure hard to top. Rolling over, he grabbed my arm and tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to the massive shower connected to his bedroom.
Somehow, I managed to get bashful under his glare. It didn’t last long as we entered the shower and he entered me again. Sex with Houston was definitely something to remember and blog about with no names. The way he just proposed forever with my body changed my thoughts and mind quickly. I was about to enjoy my time until it wasn’t my time to enjoy anymore.
Teaghan
SUNDAY
The weekend was ending and had went down with a big bang. Heading to my parents for an impromptu brunch was sure to end it but there was no way I could turn down the invitation. So my trusty sidekick Missy and I got snazzy and prepared to drink with our pinkies up like the rich folk. I prayed she would be on her best behavior. Missy was older than me and the shit I let slide she wouldn’t dare.
“Girl I hope they got some meat on the damn menu. I won’t make it off cucumber sandwiches chile,” she commented as we pulled into the circular driveway. Cars were parked on the street for miles. My mother neglected to say that this was a party. Brunch was intimate and by the number of cars, this was nothing close.
“If not, we eat once we leave like always,” I laughed as we exited the car. It always went this way. Missy would accompany
me so we could talk some good shit and drink way past our limit. Leave with giggles and stop at a hole in the wall spot for lunch. I would discuss how much I despised my important parents and she would go on about Lewis. I already couldn’t wait for this to be over.
“Teaghan I never understand how you show up to your parents’ parties last,” my mother said as we entered the house. Kissing each checkI ignored her, looking for the tray of mimosas. Today she would not work my nerves after the weekend I had. The embers burning in my belly matched my burnt-orange palazzo pants.
Houston was all that and then some, and there was no way I was coming down from that high. The next morning, I slept in his t-shirt and bed until I couldn’t lie around anymore. It felt like high school all over again with us sneaking around. He made me breakfast in bed. It wasn’t anything to brag about, but the thought itself was enough for me. After he got Malone situated we stayed stuck in the bed exploring pressure and pleasure points. I didn’t crawl home until four p.m. As I showered, I felt his hands all over, massaging and kneading spots that had gone untended to. It was absolutely blissful.
“I’m here and I would hope that’s enough. And I brought a guest.”
“Missy is not a guest. She always comes to our functions, even when you don’t,” my mother mentioned. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the champagne flute. Turning to her I smiled and shrugged. Walking into the kitchen me and Missy started sampling from the trays. This shit was almost too fancy to eat.
“Tea, I swear to God I don’t know how you did this shit for eighteen years. My mom would never feed her guests lettuce with relish and shit,” she said with a laugh that caught the attention of my mom's favorite chef. I winked at him because he hated this shit as much as we did. Rico was a chef that thrived off carbs and hearty meals. We would both sell our souls for my mother to choose real food to serve.
“Follow me,” he motioned. Following him into the pantry we laughed and shared the best Italian submarine sandwich in Coupeville. The meat was sliced and stacked to perfection. The Italian dressing that he crafted was tart but filled with herbs. I moaned between chews.
“Now I can go out and play nice.”
Grabbing my clutch I opened the door and ran right into my father. I smiled and kept it moving. Until he said he was releasing the dogs we had nothing to speak about. I was still going through that shit and it wasn’t going away. My business was still shut down with no date in mind for reopening. That put me in such a bad situation. My employeeswere laid off with pay for now, but I didn’t know how long that would last.
“Let’s go politic,” Missy announced. Just then, my mom came requesting my attendance for what she called a beautiful introduction. Following her into the grand room where most of the guests were, she stopped behind a tall man with a strong back. I knew what this was, and I wasn’t here for it. I didn’t need to or want to be set up.
“Bobby, I’m pleased to introduce you to my daughter, Teaghan,” she smiled like I was meeting the prince of Zamunda. He turned and I couldn’t front or fake - he was a gorgeous man. He wasn’t grungy and undefined like Houston but in our circle, he would be considered the most eligible bachelor. His smile was bright with the whitest teeth. They were perfectly in line with no
food or stains. A good indication that they were fake. His suit cost more than my entire outfit. His watch was minimal, but it wasn’t cheap either. Italian loafers, the cool blue suit wouldn’t normally work for someone with our skin tone, but he was comfortable and confident in it, so it made all the difference. His short-tapered cut gave him a clean smooth feel. I would have remembered him, but I didn’t. However, from the look on his face, he knew me.
“Teaghan, it’s a true pleasure to meet you again. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked eloquently.
“Again?” I questioned.
“We’ve met but it was a while ago. I would never forget a smile as beautiful and captivating as yours.”
“Well, I’ll leave you two to catch up. Announcement in thirty minutes.”