Love Delivered (10 page)

Her neck snapped up and her face screwed harshly as she hissed, “Because his damn son’s mother just graduated from college. Girl, everybody knows if Zoey had a damn root canal the same day Erika had a launch of her biggest product, he’d chuck the deuces at that bitch in a heartbeat. Them damn shots done fucked with your ability to reason, Mascot!” Tynisha’s head rocked back and she belted out the biggest laugh.

My eyes instinctively darted over to Stenton who, along with the guy he was speaking to, was looking our way. Panicking, I slammed the bottle of water on the small coffee table in front of me and picked up the cocktail.

“Ty, you’ve had way too many!”

The night progressed and Stenton and I ended up side-by-side again. This time we weren’t touching, which kept my body temperature down and my disposition stable. We were laughing at Alton’s crazy antics and at Tynisha cursing Alton out for his vulgarity. I laid reclined on the couch, entertained by them both until someone asked for the time.

“It’s almost 2:30 in the morning!” Cherry yelped.

“It’s time to go. I have a taping first thing in the morning,” Tynisha announced.

Everyone slowly rose to their feet. Stenton called over to the waiter while pulling out his wallet. Then Karen tapped me.

“You mind coming to the ladies room with me before we head out?”

Out of it, I nodded my head before leading the way. I attempted my walk with dignity, trying not to give away my blotto. While Karen relieved herself, I observed my makeup in the mirror. I looked a bit sloshed, but not in a gross manner. I sure as heck didn’t look like a college grad, more like a freshman at her first coed party. I laughed out loud at that observation. Karen came out to wash her hands and we left out of the bathroom.

“There y’all are!” Tynisha shouted over the music. “We had to get an extra car for Karen since she’s going home instead of back to Alpine with you, Mascot. Stenton had to head straight to Teterboro for his flight out to L.A. Come on. We’re leaving through the back.” Her small frame started its gait towards the back of the club.

On our way, there were people calling her in an attempt to get her attention. She spoke to some and ignored others. Tynisha was ready to go. A welcoming summer breeze met us once the bouncer opened the rear door. The softly flowing air felt magical against my dampened skin once outside. I didn’t see anyone else from our party. My regret of not saying goodbye to Stenton before he left blossomed in my chest.

Oh, well. It was nice spending the day with him
. 

“Karen, you’re over here.” Tynisha stopped in front of the limo we’d arrived in.

I hugged Karen goodnight and thanked her for helping me celebrate for the night.

“We really got wasted tonight, didn’t we?” she asked.

I nodded. “Ang would be proud of us!”

We laughed so hard that I stumbled in my heels. Before I was able to totally come down from my mirth, I watched her get into the limo.

“Come on, Mascot! I gotta go!” Tynisha called from two cars ahead.

I staggered toward her and when I arrived, I pulled her into a deep and clumsy hug.

“Thanks for your support all week, Ty. You may not like it or mean to, but you’ve acted like a friend. If you continue at this rate, I’ll start to think you really are,” I teased on a slur.

Tynisha pulled away from me, rolled her eyes, and sucked her teeth. “Girl, please! Mascot, you’re too corny to be my friend. You’re a bona fide nerd. I don’t do nerds, girl!”

I grabbed my belly in a deep laugh. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re too busy squirting on miniature point guards!” I couldn’t contain my laughter as I recalled Alton’s crude story years ago when Angela and I had lunch with them at the diner.

“Did his big ass mouth tell you I’m a squir—”

I sputtered another laugh before she could finish.

“You know what! Get your ass in the truck, you drunk ass nerd!” She then turned to the driver. “Open the damn door!”

My time in my heels expired the moment I stepped up and into the truck. I stumbled in, still guffawing. My eyes were closed as I adjusted myself into my seat, straightening my itty-bitty dress. The cold leather was a shock to the back of my thighs. The door slammed shut and before the back of my head could hit the headrest behind me, two big hands pulled my head and I slammed against a pair of hot, moist and soft lips.

My eyes flew open and I saw Stenton’s sealed shut. Before I could emit a sigh of relief, his tongue swiped into my mouth in search of my own. I couldn’t believe I was tasting him again. It had been six months since we’d shared this level of intimacy. Before my mind could decide, my tongue responded to his. It was that instinctual for me. Visceral. The moment we collided, a moan escaped the back of my throat. His hands gripping the nape of my neck brought back warm memories of tender affection with him. Long breaths released from his nostrils caused a flash of gel to puddle in my panties. I couldn’t believe I was kissing Stenton again.

He managed to maneuver me so my back was against the door and swung my left leg over to lay against the back of the seat. His upper torso rested between my legs as his tongue swirled in my mouth, hungrily. My hands instinctively went to the back of his head and threaded through his soft curls.

Oh, how I’ve missed this…   

Stenton pulled away, leaving me breathlessly panting for his return.

With his lips resting tantalizingly over mine, he murmured, “I’m so fucking proud of you…so happy. I couldn’t leave without congratulating you privately.”

I was speechless. Yet Stenton wasn’t the least bit slighted by my silence. He caressed the side of my face with his calloused fingers then took his tongue and traced my bottom lip. Air pushed from my belly into his face. His eyes fluttered and opened intoxicated. His tongue lashed through my mouth again and I tried pulling him deeper into me. I was so caught up by his kiss alone, hungry to connect with him even deeper, but knew we could not. We’d already crossed so many lines in that short time.

When I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist, I moaned, “Stent…”

“Shhhhh…” he cooed as he pulled my thong down, then off my left leg.

When my feminine musk hit my nostrils, I knew I was in trouble. I knew there was no way I could reverse the direction Stenton was navigating. My breasts felt heavy, the pads of my feet heated and my fingers tingled. When I felt his breath hit my sex with force, my head slammed against the window and the air drug from my lungs.

“Fuck, Niña, you smell amazing,” he murmured.

Then I felt that warm, slivery muscle hit my core. With one wide stroke, Stenton’s tongue swiped the entire opening of my labia. My body tensed. He zig-zagged with agility from the top of me to the bottom. When his stiff tongue breached my canal and began to dip in and out in quick succession, the air that pushed through my nostrils was so forceful it created sound.

“Oh, god,” I cried, because in that moment only one divinity could produce the pleasure rippling through my body with such intensity.

The pleasure was so powerful that I couldn’t be mindful of the driver or front seat passenger knowing or hearing our lewd behavior. All I felt was Stenton. That familiar impending cyclonic bliss was growing deep in my groin. I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t want to peak. I needed to enjoy this. Savor this intimate piece with him now that it was forbidden. If I was transgressing, I wanted to revel in it, fearing never experiencing him again. This was
my
Stenton after all. And then he reached up to roughly pull the front of my dress down. In one rapid, tug my breasts were freed, tumbling out of their holdings. As I pumped into his face, my breasts gyrated, and that simple combination propelled me over the edge.

Stenton groaned savagely as I pulled his head into me, desperate to feel every sensation he was assaulting my shuddering frame with. I don’t know how long I ascended. I only knew I didn’t want to come down. And for a while I didn’t. I coasted in bliss, climbing to heights I forgot existed. When I came down and peered at him, Stenton’s head was resting against my thigh. I wanted to speak, thought it was the next appropriate thing, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t regain my faculties to utter a word.

Stenton didn’t let me. He lunged up and took my breast into his mouth issuing a blissful assault, pulling it with a scrape then soothing it with the agility of his tongue. In no time, my arousal peaked again. I pulled him into me, feeding him the body part he most favored. My moans were uncontrolled and unabashed as my back arched to him. Then I felt his finger enter me, filling me further than his tongue had. Next, I felt a second finger. I thought I’d lose my mind in pleasure. When he reared and lowered his mouth, teasing my clitoris again, I blew a breath between my clenched teeth.

When I thought he could tease no more, I felt an insertion below, identical to Christmas. That sensation wasn’t met with hesitation this time around. I melded into the triad immediately. Taking him by the shoulders and pumping into his face, my mouth opened with silent cries. He’d had me. I could run nowhere, neither could I deny his mastery of my body. All I could do was accept his pleasure, respect his well-measured efforts. I felt sensations everywhere: my bouncing breasts, my swollen nub, my canal, and my erogenous zone. I didn’t know which to yield to. I had no decision in the matter. My body convulsed violently as the most forceful orgasm engulfed me.

Moments later, after coming down from another flight, I lost all control when he took my left ring finger into his mouth and swiped his tongue on the underside, acknowledging his initials. I couldn’t gather my bearings to respond to that. I was too busy trying to fight for lucidity.

~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up fuzzy…and naked. My body was clean, showered. But when? I had no recollection of showering last night. In fact, my last memory was clawing the back of Stenton’s head, trying to anchor myself during another blissful flight. So, how did I end up in his bed? I knew I’d be staying here last night. That was what Tynisha told me was the plan, seeing we’d be out late and I wouldn’t have wanted to take the hike to Philly to be with Jordan. My parents stayed overnight, too, so that again, I could wake up to him. But was waking up in Stenton’s bed, naked, in that plan?

After brushing the questions away from my sleepy face, I looked for my phone. As soon as I turned to my left, I saw a large powder blue tote that I easily made out as a
Hermes Birkin
bag. There was an envelope sticking out. I opened it and it read:

Congratulations on your graduation, Zoey. If it hasn’t been expressed enough by now, I’m extremely proud of your accomplishments and couldn’t find a way to thoroughly demonstrate this to you. I settled on this bag that I know you’ll resent the price of but enjoy the style, and what’s actually inside.

You continue to inspire me, Niña.

SR

I pulled the bag over to the bed and onto my lap to look inside. I pulled out the thick envelope similar to the one from Stenton’s Christmas gift to me. Inside were details for a trip to Greece. There were pamphlets with tourist information on Athens, the Olympian cities, Santorinian Vinsánto tasting and other must see and do activities there. My mouth collapsed as I processed where Stenton was sending me.

Holy mother of Joseph!

I couldn’t handle the weightiness of the gesture and my mouth was as dry as a desert, so I got up to empty my bladder, then ambled downstairs for something to drink. I didn’t see anyone while I downed two glassfuls of grapefruit juice. When I was done, I glanced in the living room, then the dining room for them, specifically Jordan. I gave up, not wanting to search the massive house. They’d find me sooner or later. Perhaps I’d call to locate them. I needed alone time anyhow to figure out just how much of my recollection of last night was reality. I was really…drunk, a state I didn’t frequent. Nonetheless, I couldn’t deny how much fun it was to let go and act my age without any worries.
And when Stenton appeared out of nowhere, wrapping his long arms around m—

I abruptly grabbed my phone.

Me:
Hey

It took nearly five minutes for his reply.

Stenton:
Hey to you. Is everything all right? How are you feeling?

He was likely alarmed by my text. Rarely did I message him this way. I knew he must have been referring to a possible hangover.
Ughhhh!
My brain was still fuzzy, hence this text.

Me:
Ummmm... Physically? Fine. Mentally? Eh...

Stenton:
Anything I can do?

Me:
Yeah. Was last night real or was I dreaming?

Stenton:
Do you dream of me?

Ughhhhhh...Stent!
I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to get caught up again and forget again. I had to remember he belonged to someone else. The phone chirped again. I guess I’d taken too long to reply.

Stenton:
You’re making that clicking sound with the back of your throat.

My mouth stilled. I couldn’t swallow for moments long.

Me:
It’s just that...

I couldn’t continue. Call it paranoia, but I couldn’t type out our offenses from last night. I didn’t want to leave a paper trail. I couldn’t create the possibility of someone discovering what we did and using it against Stenton, publicly. He wasn’t that type of man. His reasons for doing what
we
did, I couldn’t extrapolate, but it didn’t mar his good character. Then why did I feel guilty about the fondness of the memory?