Alaska Black Gold Box Set (5 page)

When the warmth of his mouth touches my clit, I scream his name. “Chance. Oh, Chance.” The feeling is powerful and unspeakable. I can’t find the words and I reach for his silky dark hair and rake my hands through it and my hands move to his back and I add a few more scratches to his back but he doesn’t seem to mind. It appears to turn him on.

The feeling of him eating me is extreme and I raise my mound to his face and he’s taking it in and he places his hands under me and pulls me into his face. His breathing is intense but I can’t catch my breath because I’ve never had this done to me before, and I’ve never felt this way ever.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask my breath hitches as I glance down at his handsome face between my legs and my legs quiver at the thought of this beautiful man doing this very private and very personal thing to me.

He doesn’t answer because maybe he doesn’t know or want to say. Maybe he’s into this kind of love making that makes him not want to admit that he enjoys it. Maybe he likes me and he’s into me as much as I’m caught up with him.

All these are maybes because I don’t know what he’s thinking. But I want to know. I want to know if this will be a permanent thing with us because I’m all for it but I have to know how he feels about this and he’s not talking.

Finally he says, “Don’t talk. It will break your concentration.” What is there to concentrate on except the outrageously handsome man getting ready to send me on the adventure of my life? I can’t hold my orgasm any longer and my clit quivers on his tongue and my legs are stiff and I know he has experiences with a woman’s body and I am dismayed that I am so easy and my orgasms come too easy. He didn’t have to work for this very long.

I don’t call out his name as I did once before. I give it up to him with a whimper and a moan and he takes everything from me and I’m completely spent. My arms are limp, my body is limp when he pulls up over me and inserts his large cock into my opening. I’m now ready, willing and able to take all of him in.

We are both drenched when he enters me and my body does what he wants it to do because I have no will to resist him. He controls me with his hands. He moves my hips up to him and he lowers his head and his lips sucks my swollen nipples as he pounds into me. I’m sore but I don’t say anything because I’m enjoying him and I’m looking into his blue green eyes and I’m transfixed on his handsome face.

“You ask me why I’m doing this.” He gazes into my eyes and finally he responds to my question. “Because I can.” I’m not pleased by his answer and my face shows it. “You want this as much as I do.” He hammers into me. “You want me to do this.” He pulls the crown of his dick almost out and then it rushes back into me hard. “You need this as much as I need this, otherwise, you wouldn’t let me have you like this.” He bangs against my insides and it squeezes his dick and now I’m wet all over but still I’m tight and he likes me like that.

Chance is trying to pretend he’s not affected by my tight cunt. But I see the look on his face when he moves in me. It’s crying out not to give up his come so soon. He’s trying to convince himself that I want this more but his body is telling on him.

I didn’t like the answer at first but I shouldn’t have asked the question. I wanted him to say that he loved me. But then I don’t believe in a Prince Charming. And clearly he wasn’t charming but he was my prince or closer than I will ever get to one.

“Open and raise your legs Olivia and take me all in. I look him in the eyes and I’m mesmerized at the sight of him. His dick is marble hard now. His face is intense and the serious look when he’s ready to claim everything about me makes him irresistible. And he charms me with his eyes and beautiful face, and I raise my legs to the ceiling and I open up and he drops his rock hard body with one downward motion where he plunges into me like a swimmer jumping from a cliff into an ocean.

He’s lying on top of me and holding me tight. Then he realizes that I’m gazing at him and he pushes himself off and takes a minute to breath and he jumps up off the rug and heads in the direction of the shower.

I want to go with him but he doesn’t ask me to. I realize after it’s all over its business as usual. 

I
scurry to the bathroom, into the guest bedroom. I will sleep there tonight. I open the shower door and step inside and turn on the warm water. I’m there a long time until suddenly the water is cold. When I’m walking out of the shower there is Chance standing in my room. I look at him and I can’t imagine what he wants now. His greenish blue eyes are taking me in. My hair, my breasts, nipples, which are hard from the cool of the room.

“Will you hand me a towel?” I ask, my voice cold like the room, and distant.

“Why do you need a towel? I like to see you like this. Your skin is brown and different from mine.” He passes the palm of his warm hand on my shoulder. I feel the heat of it meander through me and the ache of wanting more of him surge through me. My opening is drenched and not from water. “Your skin glistens. I’ve never seen dark curly pubic hair like yours before.” His eyes drop and his hands smooth over the hair on my mound where he inserts his fingers. When he does this he lets out a primal soft moan.

“That’s because in all your life you have never had a black woman until now. When did you discover that you liked them?” He looks at me as if I had unearthed a deep dark secret, and I had.

Chance doesn’t answer. He has a habit of not answering when he doesn’t want to expose himself. His fingers pull out of me and he walks to the bed picking up the towel laying on the bed and opens it, then he walks back in my direction. I’m riveted to the same spot as I had been when I stood gazing at his pictures.

He places the towel around my back and then let it drop. He goes to his knees on the large fluffy rug spread in front of the bed. Chance combs his hands through my bush and pulling it aside he find my folds, and the pad of his finger caresses my clit.

I glance down at his silky hair and his beautiful face, small lips, and long tongue searching for my clit. I open my legs anticipating his desire and my desire. I stand there bracing myself in his strong hands clutching my butt. Taking his hair in my hands, I gently move my hands over it.

“Don’t tell me this is for me,” I say unable to breath because the feeling is intense. Managing to get out a few more words I say, “I know now that this is what you enjoying doing to women.” I know why he does it. I know that a woman will keep coming back for this intense erotic pleasure. 

He looks up at me. “I’ve done this many times but I’ve never enjoyed it until now.” Why me I want to know but I’m afraid to ask because I didn’t want to hear the answer. At least not now.

I discover why but he doesn’t want to admit that I could be the only woman he can’t walk away from.

When I had my third orgasm for the night, he picks up my limp body and brings it to his bed, gently pulling the covers back and placing me in it. Then he climbs in next to me.

I wake the next morning and he isn’t in bed. It’s still early and I dress in a shirt and jeans. I pass his office on my way to the kitchen. I stop a moment and glance at him. He’s busy writing and looking through some papers. He’s wearing glasses. His appearance is that of a capitalist even though he’s wearing a jean shirt and worn Levis.

I take a look out the large glass windows and the snow is piled high. I suddenly remember that Carrie and Jackson hasn’t been around or called. I hurry and make coffee and cook his breakfast. He’s having ham and fried eggs, homemade biscuits I prepared the dough earlier, my mother’s receipt with strawberry jam. 

I hear a knock at the door, and I look around through the floor to ceiling windows. I was ready to give Jackson and Carrie a piece of my mind when standing at the door was a tall broad-shouldered young man dressed in a sheepskin coat. His face a deep brown covered with a small beard. He’s in his mid-twenties and his dark brown eyes light up when he sees me. When I open the door he struts in.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t know Chance had company. My name is Jordan.” When he extends his hand with a wide grin, Chance walks out of the office down the hall and stands between us. Jordan must be one of the few black men in Alaska. But I heard from Carrie there are some around but not many.

Chance turns to me never introducing me to Jordan. “Olivia. Please set the table for two.” The formal way he says that means I will not be joining them. I will be eating in the kitchen. I wondered why he never introduced us. He looks at me as if I’m the hired help. And somehow I had forgotten that between him eating me, and fucking me, I had lost sight of why I was here.

Needless to say I was angry. Maybe I had no right to be. It was me putting myself and my heart out there without checking if the one I’m giving it to wants it.

I set the table and tell Chance that the coffee and breakfast is ready. I walk around and pour the coffee. I hear Jordan look up at me and lean in whispering, “Where did you find her?”

Chance replies, “My brother Jackson hired her. She’s just here to cook and clean.”

I listened from the kitchen at their conversation.

“If I know you Chance she will be doing more than just cooking and cleaning. If she’s just the maid to you then I want the chance to ask her out on a date.” I didn’t hear a word from Chance.

“She’s beautiful. I don’t see too many black women up here. I’m not married maybe she would let me take her out on a date?” Jordan says.

“Where would you take her on a date?” Chance’s voice is blunt, rude, and exact. “Didn’t you come here to talk business? Then let’s talk business.”

I waited one hour until Jordan had gone and then I walked into Chance’s office. I stood there looking at him. “You let me decide if I want to date a man. I’m outta here. You can get someone else to cook, clean, and fuck you. But this black woman doesn’t come that cheap.”

“Now here it comes where you tell me I have to pay. You enjoyed it as much as I did.” I became infuriated at his words. I raised my eyebrow and put my hands on my hips.

“You have me wrong. I don’t want a fucking thing from you Chance Gold. This has been a nightmare since I came to this no man’s land. I’m going back to Seattle with the last bit of my dignity intact.”

“You can’t go, Olivia.” His eyes are apologetic but he doesn’t say why he wants me to stay.

I turn to him. “Is it because you want me to stay?” He looks at me and doesn’t answer for a few minutes and then he points outside.

“The snow is too deep for you to go anywhere.”

“I can’t stand another minute with you. I want this to be over. And don’t expect me to wait on you and cook for you and you can clean your own fucking house.” I stormed out of the room and left him standing there.

I didn’t come out for two days and still the snow kept piling up. I had brought some dried fruit and tuna and crackers in my luggage and I ate on that. I don’t know what Chance did for dinner and breakfast, and I didn’t care.

A knock came to the bedroom door. “Olivia, tomorrow the weather is going to be warm and you can leave then. I tried calling Jackson but it seems that he and your friend checked out and is back in Seattle. Won’t you consider staying longer?”

“To be your cook or a woman that you call on when you need a fuck?”

He opens the door to my room and I’m laying across the bed reading and I try to ignore him.

“You aren’t being fair.” His face turned ash and then red. I didn’t answer and I sat up on the bed and looked around. I wanted him to say stay as his partner and lover but he wouldn’t even acknowledge that I meant anything to him but someone to warm his sheets at night. I turn my back to him.

I open my phone and look at the calendar. It’s the first of the month and this is the first time I’ve missed my period. Holy shit. Not now and not him. Maybe it will come tomorrow I console myself.

“Why are you still so angry with me?” he has nerves to ask.

“Because you are misogynistic, self-absorbing, and a rude controlling man. And I could be pregnant.” He peers at me, his eyes are casual, his body is casual, but he moves around and pace, then turns to me.

“I can’t marry you.”

“I don’t want you to fucking marry me. I wish this had never happened,” I say with tears pooling in my eyes. My voice shaky and harsh.

“I’m married,” he let that slip out, and I’m shocked and humiliated. 

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Chapter 1: Anthony

After the phone rang, Lilly and I knew it had to be Randall. To be sure, I checked my calls and it was him. Then I get a text from him asking whether everything is going Okay. It appears he flew home early from the airport and was looking for Lilly. When Lilly realized that Randall was calling for her after we had sex, she curled up in the bed and fell asleep.

I think that was a coping mechanism. She wasn’t as strong as she pretended, but I would be there for her no matter what happens.

She said before I showered, “I just don’t want to go home now. I want to stay here with you and you can’t make me,” and she closed her eyes grabbing a pillow and hugging it, falling sound asleep.

I looked at her sleeping and thought about how innocent she looked. The way she threw the F bomb around, you could tell she wasn’t used to the word, but she was getting good at it if she kept it up. She just made me laugh. Maybe she thought it made her look more grown up. 

I got out of bed, showered, and slipped on a pair of jeans and then made her a sandwich, opened a Heineken, put it on a tray and shook her hoping she would wake. She turned facing me naked, her skin soft mahogany, glistening and smooth like a babies with no blemishes. She looks beautiful sleeping. I don’t want to disturb her but I have to.

For once I was getting used to the idea that I wanted a woman to stay with me over night. That was foreign to me. Me, Anthony Peretta, would rush a woman out after taking her sexually every way possible, all night, without caring about her feelings.
Where were these emotions coming from for Lilly
? I had to ask myself. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling that strongly about a woman.