Chapter 21

With everything going on with Preston and trying to make things work with Alessandro, I had ignored Onyx’s line. Gianni had left quite a few messages. I didn’t feel right seeing him, since I was with Alessandro. I had set all messages to auto-reply, “I’m currently unavailable until after the New Year.”

His latest message, “Onyx babe, I know you’re probably on vacation or something like that, but please, I need to see you. It’s me, your Gianni.”

It almost made me call him back, but then I’d have to do the same for the others that requested my time.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over. I was headed to Jefferson’s. We had spent time together working out since his girl was not that into fitness and we also had a game night at his place.

When I arrived, he greeted me with a smile and a hug. “That’s a nice dress,” he commented as he checked me out.

I wore a long-sleeved gray wrap-around sweater dress that tied in front.

“Something to drink?” he asked as we walked to the living room, “I got some white wine, your favorite, and oh, some tequila or water, beer--”

I laughed, “Just the glass of wine.” I sat at the table that was right behind the sofa in the living room. He joined me, “What do you want to play first?” he asked as he sat there in a tank and some gray sweat pants.

“Uno, but you always cry when I lay the smackdown.”

“Cry, pssshhh, girl don’t nobody be crying.”

We laughed as he broke out the cards. And sure enough, after a few hands, he started to cheat and mess up the cards. “This is what I’m talking about.” I stood up and headed to the kitchen for more wine.

“I swear, you’re either you got x-ray vision and see what’s in my hand or you be cheating, tell the truth.”

I laughed, “X-ray vision, seriously.” I took a sip and he came into the kitchen, “So, how have things been with you and your—”

“Alessandro. Things are good. I mean, we haven’t put labels on it just yet, but I feel like it’s moving in that direction.”

He nodded, “Damn.”

“What?”

He chuckled, “I still remember that night, right over there on that couch, how we almost—” He gave me the sexiest look and licked his lips.

I chuckled, “Yeah, I remember that.”

“The way you kissed me.”

I smiled, “It was a nice kiss, right.”

“Yeah. I wish I hadn’t messed up.”

“I told you, it’s okay.”

He stepped closer to me, took the glass from my hand, and set it down, “It’s not okay. Because I still. I still like you. I never stopped thinking about you, Elise.” He pressed his soft lips onto mine and I knew I should have stopped him, but I yielded to him.

Our tongues were dancing wildly as he untied my dress. I felt his hand touch me and I was already moist. He looked at my exposed breasts and licked them and before long, he traveled down and drank from my cup until he became intoxicated from my wine.

He stood up and kissed me again, He lifted my right leg and penetrated and I let out a primal moan, “Oooh fuck.” To grind on him was fine, but to feel him inside of me was divine.

He looked into my eyes and grinned like he knew that stroke game was fire and he was about to put it on me right. I held onto him tightly. I shook my head, “Um um, no, no.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No no no, it just feels so good. Shit.”

“Let’s go to the bed.” He said as he pulled out, then scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his room.

He laid on top of me and pressed his way inside as he looked into my eyes and kissed me. As I watched his hip motion, I knew he was trying to hook me. His stroke game was not to be played with. I shook my head and he grinned.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. He slowed and circled while filling his mouth with my breast. “Ahh Fuck,” I said as I shook and clamped down on him. He took one leg and held it up and looked down on me as he continued to work his magic. He stopped for a moment to taste me momentarily before he plunged back inside of my pool, causing a splash, and then he went faster until he collapsed in my arms.

Later that night, I woke up and found him sleeping. I had to hurry out. My mind was all over the place. How did I let that happen? It wasn’t supposed to happen. I went to the kitchen, where my dress still lay on the floor, and slipped into it.

“Hey, where are you going?” I heard his voice as I turned to find him still in his birthday suit.

I smiled, “I have to work in the morning.”

“You just gone leave without saying bye, was it that bad?” he joked.