“How much did you love it?”
“I . . .”
“Don’t tell me. Show me,” he said after placing his finger on my lips to shush me. I liked where this was going. I gently grabbed his legs and smiled after realizing he had no pants on. I pushed them apart then lowered my head toward his hypnotic stick.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned while I flicked my tongue all around the head. I bobbed on his dick like it was the last thing I was supposed to do before I died. I was so into pleasuring him that I didn’t hear Preston come inside. I jumped when I felt him climb onto the bed.
“Preston!” I gasped, knowing that it could only be him.
“Shhhh. Stay just like that. Don’t move,” he said softly after gripping my thighs.
“Don’t stop what you were doing,” the roommate spoke to me when I stopped sucking him off to gather myself at what was about to go down. I went back to my task while Preston removed my skirt and panties, then began sucking on my as
s.
Is this shit really happening? I thought. Preston made me realize it wasn’t a dream when he eased underneath me and began flicking his tongue on my precious.
“You picked a good one this time,” the roommate addressed Preston.
Little did they know, I was scoping them both out at the auto shop. This was part of my plan all along. I let them think that it was all their doing. Mama always told me, “Baby, sometimes you gotta let a man think he’s in control.” I smiled and went back to bobbing and grinding. I guess Mr. Right was going to have to wait.
Lunch Break
T. Ariez
“Look, Carmen, as your friend, I gotta tell you, you need to get your shit together. Whatever it is you’re going through at home, you’re going to let it ruin your career if you don’t pull it together. Now, as your boss, I’m telling you that I need you to have all the documents and the presentation to me by the end of the day. The meeting’s first thing tomorrow morning and we have to close this deal!”
Erica patted me on my shoulder as she walked out of the bathroom and left me standing there. I stood in the mirror and fixed my suit. My black skirt had risen a bit because my ass was so big. I pulled it down and patted out the wrinkles on my navy blue blazer. Erica was my best friend and I loved working both with and for her, but damn, when she got into boss mode, she really meant business and our friendship went out the window. I still found it amazing how she could flip the script and be two different people all within the same breath.
Here it was nine o’clock in the morning and I hadn’t even begun to put the presentation together. I had been allotted two weeks to get everything in order so that we could reel in this new client. We were one day away and I hadn’t even started. Now, usually I was on my game and had clients eating out of the palm of my hand, but lately, Jarred and I had been fighting a lot and I couldn’t seem to focus. I usually don’t cry, but today my emotions had gotten the best of me, so I leaned my head back and dropped a couple drops of Clear Eyes into each pupil.
I needed to regain my composure before I stepped back outside. Hopefully, my red eyes would be clear again in a few moments. Jarred was the reason I’d been so emotional lately. He was my man and the father of my child. He was a good man and provided for both our child and me. His only problem was he couldn’t keep his dick between him and me. He just had to go share it with the world, like it was God’s gift to women or something.
I couldn’t believe this fool had the nerve to tell me that I was lucky. He said, “All these other bitches just get to taste the dick, but you’re the one I come home to.”
Now what in the hell kind of shit was that? And I’ll admit, for a while, my ass was dumb for taking it for as long as I have, but I could no longer do it. My son was three years old and I was tired of pretending that we had the perfect family. Jarred’s ass was gonna have to straighten up, or he was gonna have to go. Period.
I ran my fingers through my loose curls and took one last look in the mirror before I left the bathroom. Image was everything to me, so I had to make sure that I looked good and was on point at all times. That’s why I kept a bottle of Clear Eyes with me. I would say that my hazel eyes set against my slightly darker skin tone were my best asset. Besides that, I couldn’t let these fools I worked with see me sweat. When I sat down at my desk, I stared at the computer screen, wishing the numbers would magically appear in front of my face. I opened PowerPoint and looked at a blank presentation, but I still couldn’t concentrate. I had to really think about my situation for a moment.
Here I was, twenty-three years old. I’d just graduated magna cum laude, with degrees in marketing and management from an all-black university, and had landed a job with an almost all-white, non-diversified management consulting company. I worked my bag of tricks to get this job, and I wasn’t about to lose it behind some personal matter that could have been taken care of a long time ago. It was hard enough for a sister to get a job in corporate America as it was. I was not about to let them regret hiring me and confirm the stereotype that black women weren’t as good as their white counterparts. Shit, I was better.
So sitting back in my seat, I looked over at my nameplate for inspiration. It said proudly in big, bold, capital letters: CARMEN ROCKIFORD. That’s right, I was Carmen Renee Rockiford. I was the first black woman to work for Smith Management Consultants. I had been here only a year and here they were looking for me to close the deal with a new client they were trying to bring on board. This would be one of our biggest clients, and the biggest power move of my career thus far.
If I were able to close it, this would likely bump me to partner in the firm, or at least junior partner. Now don’t get me wrong, I was already doing big things as it was. I just wasn’t doing them officially as partner. I made damn good money and really didn’t need Jarred for anything. Well, almost anything; I needed that dick of his. But now that I think about it, just like him, I could get a nut from anywhere.
Jarred had his issues, but aside from his cheating habits, he really was a good man. I couldn’t handle sharing my man with Lord knows how many other women, but I guess my battle was that I wasn’t ready to run a “good man” off just yet. Hell, the only way this sixty grand I made a year could keep me warm at night was if I burned it. So, for now at least, I had to get my shit together and pull off this meeting, and then I could worry about Jarred.
I forced Jarred out of my mind and began clicking away at the computer. Before I knew it, it was 1:30 p.m., and I hadn’t even taken lunch yet. I sat up in my chair and arched my back to stretch it a little. I slowly contemplated whether I should take lunch or just get through this as quickly as possible. Deciding to get it over with, I remained seated because I knew that if I fucked this up, as close as Erica and I had been, not even she would be able to save my job.
After I finished massaging my temples, I raised my hands again and stretched once more before getting back into my work. But as soon as I put my hand down and fixed my back into the upright position again, I felt a tingle at my center. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried not to think about it. I thought it subsided, but just as I was about to relax and start back working, that tingle turned into a spark and rattled aggressively up my spine.
It shook my entire body as if I were cold. Involuntarily, my legs squeezed tightly together and that was when I realized that it had been almost two months since I’d last had sex. I’d told Jarred that unless he could assure me that he would quit fucking around on me, he would never get another peek at this pussy. I stared at his picture on my desk and God—that million-dollar smile of his was making me hot.
Just one look at his picture, and my panties were soaked. I needed a fix right here and right now. I jumped out of my chair so quickly that I almost knocked it over. I ran out of my office and, in record time, I’d made my way to the main lobby. I passed by the security desk, and the two officers who were there smiled at me. I flashed a smile back and hurriedly made my way outside to the parking garage.
I parked on the sixth floor every day because, with no elevator in the parking garage, it forced me to walk those stairs. As I made my way up the stairs, I was hoping I wouldn’t see Terry, one of the security guards, and thankfully, I didn’t see him this time. I knew how worked up I usually got when I hadn’t had sex, and I could only imagine the disgruntled look on my face.
Like I said, image was everything to me, and because I passed him three times a day—once in the morning when I got to work, once during my lunch hour, and once again on my way home—I didn’t want Terry to see me, or my face, in a bad way. I probably could have scared a pit bull away with the look on my face alone. However, come to think of it, I didn’t even see him this morning when I got to work.