Charles was running out of time to pick Fanitza over Farrah.
He found himself in a dilemma. A conundrum that did him dirty. He also did himself dirty by thinking with his dick, the proverbial wizard behind the curtain who ate crow whenever he lied to both women.
"Who was that?" Fanitza dried off with a Chicago Bulls bath towel after stepping out the shower.
"Niccolo." Charles turned away from the living room window.
He followed the drip drops that slid off her body for a kiss. He brushed off her long, dark wavy hair for a good look of her triangular face. Her brown eyes gleamed from the sun. The glow. The shine. The look that enticed him to run his tongue in and out her mouth.
The caramel candy that matched her complexion melted in his taste buds. They swapped the candy back and forth to see who would suck the last of the caramel. Her tongue snatched the caramel away from his mouth. He stepped back, surprised that she slurped the last of the juices down her throat. His dick erected from the So Sexy hair shampoo that fumed in his nose. He sucked the last taste of the caramel from her lips as he palmed her ass like I got you.
Her clit high jumped to wetness, aroused in ways she couldn't imagine. He simultaneously touched her five senses: her moans from a touch, the imprint through his gray sweats, the soft dabs of cologne, the caramel juices that soaked her tongue after she swallowed.
Her magnetic attraction pulled the fibers of his fingers to savagely rip the bath towel from her clutches.
He flipped her around and bent her over on the bar stool, spreading her ass cheeks apart like a curtain. He kneeled behind and lapped his tongue around the ring of her ass. She jumped from the wetness of his tongue striking the nerves. The rim job lit the match that fired her senses to an inferno. The licks pressed her flesh like a keypad that dialed her blood pressure to rise. She shivered from the tongue twists that raced to the finish line of an orgasm.
She busted a few nuts that dripped from her pussy even though the clit wasn't touched: her first time cumming from anal. She closed her eyes from his tongue working her asshole. Her body reacted to licks that sparked shockwaves to the nerves. Toes curling. Lip biting. Fists clenching. Hairs standing as if a brisk of wind brushed against them.
She backed her ass toward his face; daring his tongue to slide in deeper, double daring his lips to kiss her ass split, triple daring him to bury his face between her melons. Her sex muscles lost control, frosting his face with cum. She turned around and dropped to her knees to suck him off as he stood from kneeling. Two kisses to tease. Three licks to please. A few sucks for his dick to stand at-ease.
She divorced her ass from his tongue and married her mouth onto his dick. Her tongue proposed to his balls before splitting them apart to jump the broom in her mouth. She sucked him to a frenzy as he pushed her away.
But his back was against the wall...
...he couldn't run anywhere.
Hand twists from the flick of the wrists got him amped. He tapped out. He couldn't take it anymore. Superman reverted to Clark Kent when he felt the buildup from his shaft. He vibrated in her mouth to bust off until he was stopped.
"What the fuck?!" He yelled when she stood from her knees to walk off like nothing happened.
She left him hanging, smiling after watching his dick limp like feet dangling from a tree. He stood against the wall as if she robbed him on Christmas. You would've thought someone had died from the way he grimaced from a woody going to waste.
"What was that for?" He was clearly vexed.
"Where were you last night?" She was crazily calm.
He swallowed a lump of spit from the fear of her cool demeanor. "Niccolo."
"Niccolo." She chuckled. "Niccolo, Niccolo, Niccolo."
"I called him... to check on the kitchen...to make sure I'd locked the gate."
She measured his face to see if he was lying.
As Charles pulled up his sweats, she blocked his arm with hers.
"Hold up." She pulled down his sweats to examine his crotch.
She G.I. Joe gripped his balls. Let's see what we have here. She juggled his balls in her left hand while lifting his dick with her right in a game of cat and mouse.
"You're full." She licked her fingers, satisfied that he wasn't fucking anyone besides her.
Allegedly.
She extended her arm like, gimme.
His heart winked. His mind kinked. His eyes blinked.
He searched for anger through her facial expression.
"Phone," she calmly demanded.
"What?!" He couldn't believe what his ears beheld. "Fanitza, really?"
"Yes, really." Her calmness scared him more than anything. "Phone, please."
Charles pulled up his sweats in disarray. He slipped the phone out his right pocket as sweat broke through the lines of his skin. He gave her what she'd asked for, and she effortlessly unlocked the phone to look up the last number he'd called.
"How the hell you know my passcode?" He was beyond bewildered.
"I got my ways." She slowly scrolled down his call log.
"You're crazy." Charles inhaled like I can't believe this shit.
Fanitza looked up from the screen with a smug smile. "Well, babe. I shouldn't have left out 'polar' when I told you I was bi." Her sarcasm got the best of him.
She sped dialed the last number he called, praying to the sex gods that her man was telling the truth.
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