Love Delayed (24 page)

Stenton rounded me, stopping
square in front of my toes. Again, I struggled to stare him straight in the eye. I soon realized he caught on when he gave me a one cheek smile. My eyes shot to the floor. Immediately, I scolded myself for being so starchy. When my eyes started their ascension the first thing I noticed were his bare feet.
Gosh!
Even they were beautiful. It spoke of his confidence.

Then my sight
climbed to his extended member, poking through the thin material of his navy blue basketball shorts. He had to be without briefs; the sketch of his swell was too conspicuous. And his shorts hung sinfully low on his waist.
I mean loooow
. It was an illicit spectacle of his private arena. And then his tattoos.
Holy mother of Joseph!
They glistened. Each shade of ink: black, yellow and red—their edges were sharp and dimensional. My tongue itched to taste him. Every morsel of him.

With his thumb, he
trailed the length of my clavicle, the innocuous act so intimate, seductive. Then he flicked my right nipple through my bra. I shivered. Still gazing directly in my eyes, he reached behind me and unhooked my bra then peeled it off.
My breasts!
My god, they were heavy and swollen and…attractive. The sight of them increased my arousal tenfold.

One by one, Stenton took them into his mouth, sucking my nipples to the point of pain.
Deliciously painful
. A yelp hurled from the pit of my belly at the starling sensation of his efforts. Suddenly, I felt my intoxication increasing in my system from my drink, colliding with that of my humming body. My frame trembled, saturating with a desire never met. A need that I’d never known.

When Stenton withdrew, his
inspection traveled the length of my body. Panting uncontrollably, when my eyes followed, I saw I was totally bare. Somehow Stenton managed to steal my attention by disarming my brewing body.

He stepped back and pulled down his shorts.
Yup!
He was commando. And fascinating. I felt a burst of liquid between my legs.

“Stenton,” I squealed again. “
Maybe this isn’t such a good idea; I’m feeling a bit more moist than I should.

He snorted confidently
and beautifully. “That’s arousal, sweetheart.” Then he gaited into the colossal shower, turning it on. 

He reached for me and I took his hand, wobbling towards him. When I was close enough, he pulled me into his large ink
ed body and groaned in my ear, “I’m going to make you feel so good, Niña.” My breath hitched. “But first I have to secure your hands.”

“
Why?” I breathed.

“
Because I don’t want your interference.” There was finality in his tone.

He ambled behind me as I
steeled in place, anticipating being restrained. I enjoyed it, but wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it in my condition.

Stenton never gave me a moment to think
. When he returned with a condom fastened between his teeth, he immediately began gathering my hair into a ponytail on top of my head. Then pulled my wrists in a binding device. My heart rate sped again, this time at the sight of restraints. My chest heaved as he meticulously cuffed my neck with a thick, black leather collar that attached to a wide strap connected to a chain by a metal ring. The chains connected to two cuffs that he strapped my wrists into. Stenton stepped back, observing my fists attached to my neck by two inch chains.

“Fucking amazing,”
he growled.

Then he hooked his index finger through the loop of the apparatus and the sequence of the evening
’s events sped up as around that time was when my very serious buzz closed in on me.

After being shuffled into the shower by an impatient Stenton
, he went to washing my body from my neck to my toes, making sure to reach every crack and crevice. After rinsing me, he immediately fell to his knees and parted my legs. He lifted one over his shoulder and licked me deliriously. Warm sensations spike from my core, shooting to every area of my body almost immediately. My vision blurred and my tongue felt heavy all of a sudden.

When
I peered below, I saw his tongue pushing and stretching the lips of my sex with his tongue being sure to lick every hidden edge of it. When he pressed his tongue into the apex of my lips I saw eroticism like never before. I could no longer watch. It made me feel so out of control. Blissful ripples had me pushing against the restraints, only I couldn’t advance in movement. My hands stayed near my face. That stirring in my belly engulfed me and I didn’t have a moment to decide to collide with it. Pleasure swept me up and I found myself gyrating ferociously into his face until my one standing leg gave out and I made a short fall into the shower wall.

My head reeled almost as
fast as my body when Stenton spun me around to face the wall. I let my cheek meet the cool tiles as I felt a swift pulling of my tampon from me and saw it tossed to the shower floor. The next thing I felt was Stenton slamming into me.

“
Ahhhhh!” I cried out. I felt him tremble behind me as I stood on my toes, curving my spine so my hips could yield to him.

“
You feel fucking amazing. So warm...so wet and snug for me. Only for me, Niña.”

He pulled out and then
thrust back in again, causing lightning to thwart my core. It was pain, but an excitable ache. In no time, Stenton’s thread of self-control popped and he was hammering me against the titles. He grabbed onto my breasts to anchor himself, pinching my nipples rhythmically.

“
Open your mouth, Niña!” he pushed through my neck before biting down on my flesh in between my neck and shoulder.

That drove me into a tsunami that wracked my body with pleasure beyond belie
f. With my bound fists pressed against the wall and my head in between, I imploded with a force so powerful. I felt Stenton jerk violently behind me.

“
Fuuuuuck, Niñaaaaa!”

Stenton
’s chest slammed into my back and I could feel his racing heart. Moments later, I felt him releasing the restraint from my neck, then the cuffs from around my wrists.
Who knew orgasms while bound could be so intense and draining?
He mumbled for me to hang on, then I felt cool air replace his heat. I shivered at the loss.

When he returned, Stenton effortlessly pulled me into his arms and carried me to his
Jacuzzi. He lowered me into the tub with tender care then planted himself across from me and aligned his long legs astride mine. He then hit a few controls to power the jets behind me. I lowered my body until all but my head was submerged.

“Good,
huhn?”

“
Mmmm-hmmm,” was all I could offer.

“
So, about this job,” he tossed out with ease.
Job? After what we just did?
“I thought we discussed it and agreed you wouldn’t take it.”

It took a few moments to command my body to move, but
I lazily shook my head, not only shattered, but completely satiated. “I told you I needed the extra cash to fix my car. It’s really bad, Stenton. I don’t know how I made it into Philly tonight.” I mumbled. I didn’t have the energy to think about the possibility of breaking down on my way home.

His heart-shaped mouth set into a moue. I was too depleted to address it.

“But how are you going to balance work and classes? What are you averaging in the Probability and Statistics class?”

“
I’m up to a B+ now,” I yawned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I was crashing.

“
Zo, that’s no good,” poured from his heavy vocals. “If you maintain that B+, you can kiss that 3.7 grade point average goodbye.”

“
Three-point-eight,” I managed to correct.

B
etween being on my period, a long day at a crappy job, the drive here, and two back-to-back earth-shattering orgasms, I had no fight in me or stamina for a full-on engaged conversation. I needed sleep, and where it would be was yet to be determined.

Stenton scoffed,
“That, too, sweetheart.”

“
I’ll get through it. I’m good at figuring things out.”

“
Figuring things out will not get you into Wharton.”

That got my attention.

“What in the world is that supposed to mean?” I lifted my body, sitting up in the tub.

“
It means you need to stop being so headstrong and let me help out. I can give you a few dollars to keep you straight until you’re ready to find a real job.”

“
Stenton, while I’ve never turned down anything you’ve given, you can’t expect for me to depend on you like your name is Michael Barrett. We’re staying afloat. We always do.”

Rejection transfigured Stenton
’s face as he grimaced. “Don’t say shit like that, Zoey.”

“
Say what? I’m not your responsibility? I’m not, Stenton. I’m hardly my father’s. I’m a grown woman and will do what other grown women do every day and that’s make ends meet.”

This was going
nowhere fast. He wasn’t letting up, neither did I feel the need to appease his ego—at least not in the manner he preferred. Quickly thinking, I decided to sit up and slid between his beefy thighs until our lips touched.

“
Besides, I let you do what you want
to and for
me anyway.” I focused in on his marble eyes now that I had his attention. “Look at what we just did.”

“
Yeah,” he murmured coarsely. “But I had to restrain your ass to let me do it.”

I pecked his full lips sweetly.
“Not anymore. I’m officially down for the red light special, especially if it makes me feel the way I do now. I loved it, Stent. And I love you, too.”

I knew I was laying it on thick. Who knew you needed to do so much coaxing with men
? That aside, Stenton was worth it. I never lied when I told him I loved him. That was completely true. The flip side to it was I had no clue what to do with the swelling emotions I felt for him. But that wasn’t a topic I wanted to take on now. Now, I wanted more of him...and then sleep.

I grabbed him
from beneath the water. Stenton’s body jerked, surprised by my gesture. In a flash, his eyes went wild, but then retracted.

“
I’ll tell you what; I’ll give you more of what you’re asking for if you promise to spend the next two days of your spring break with me.”

I pulled my head ba
ck and gave him a blank stare. “Sure. And then you’ll just put me on a bus back to school, because I won’t have the means to repair old Bessie.”

Stenton gripped me at the waist, causing me to giggle
animatedly.

“
We’ll discuss the details of your car later. Right now, I want to top your last orgasm.”

He lifted from the tub with me clawed to him, laughing hysterically. He paid a few seconds to attempting to dry us off while
we were still attached. Then he took me to his bed where he stretched a towel down and laid me on top. All the mirth escaped when Stenton filled me to the hilt with one rapid thrust. That’s when the breath left my body. When he moved again, it was at a pace my body couldn’t follow, but totally yielded to. Stenton drove me into the most insane orgasm as he pounded me into the mattress. He didn’t stop until my last cry of release and then he let himself go as well.

We returned to the bathroom where
I watched Stenton discard the bloodied condom. Seeing it that way still made me feel squeamish. We washed again and I plugged myself with a tampon from my purse that appeared on the vanity, out of nowhere. I slipped on a tank and boxer briefs Stenton gave me to sleep in and shuffled into his bed. He left the room for a while and returned with a tray of hot tea, a bottle of
Midol
, and a box of
Kotex
tampons. That brought back my embarrassment. 

“I won’t be needing these, thanks to you,” I smiled teasingly at Stenton
, referring to the pills.

He gave me a lopsided smile. “Glad you’re feeling better.”

I sighed contented. “And how are you feeling, StentRo?”

Stenton snorted. “Don’t call me that shit.”

Laughing along with him, I asked, “Where did that name come from anyway?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

He reached over and grabbed the tray while I held the cup, placing it on the nightstand. Stenton then crawled underneath the covers with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burrowing his face into my abdomen. I had to be sure not to spill the hot tea on him.

“I would believe you. Tell me,” I pushed.

“Just before I was drafted, I played in a tournament in Vegas that Michael Jordan sponsored. It was well-known, but not everybody was invited to play. I did and while playing, I went for this dope ass 360 degree layup. When I looped it, I made a spectacle of it, feeling proud. Later that night there was a banquet. MJ came up to me and shook my hand, but being the jokester he is, his words were preceded by StentRo. When he said it, the room lit up in laughter. I guess that was the sound bite of the night because word got out and now people I don’t even know call me StentRo, but only those affiliated with sports.”