“So have you thought about it?” Cesar asks me as we walk out of the back doors of the club.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, you’ve thought about it, or yes you agree?”

  “You’re going to need a place to stay since all your admirers have left.”

  “True.”

  “Grant isn’t coming over tonight.”

  “Fantastic.”

  “So yes to both.” I blush.

  “Holy shit, are you kidding?” His smile is huge as his eyes search mine to be sure I was indeed taking him seriously.

  “Yes, one-night, Cesar.”

  He almost jumped for joy at my statement, but in a cool manly type of way, not in a Tom Cruise on Oprah’s couch kind of way.

  One night.

  I would spend one night with Cesar and the sexual energy we both feel for each other will evaporate, or so I thought.

  Chapter Seven

  I feel like I just sold my soul to the devil. Nerves jittery, I can feel each tiny sensation traveling through me, igniting an obscene amount of tension behind my eyelids. Blurry vision and sweaty palms, a heartbeat that is borderline tachycardia, and a deep pitted feeling in the bottom of my chest which makes me tingle when Cesar is too close.

  We are headed to my apartment, via the subway, and I am silent as a mouse. I don’t know what to say. What do you say to the guy who is about to fuck you senseless?

  He stands in front of me with his shoulders back, his back straight, exuding all the confidence in the world. It only makes me more nervous. Do I pounce on him as soon as I open my apartment door? Or do we talk first?

  This is it. This is the night I think to myself. Hopefully, I’m not putting too much pressure on myself. I’m not a bad lay. It should be fine. Oh God, will it?

  With a feeling that maybe I have jumped the gun and am going to back out of our pre-arranged deal, I sit silently watching him as he glances around the subway car taking inventory of the people in our car. There aren’t many travelers on this subway line at this time of night. I wonder why he won’t sit down.

  I’m staring out the window looking at basically nothing whooshing by when Cesar suddenly starts singing the theme song to Cheers. That’s right...Cheers.

  “Be glad there's one place in the world,

  Where everybody knows your name,

  And they're always glad you came;”

  After he sings the verse, he stares at me.

  “Are you going to be glad when you come, Janelle?” he asks with a devilish grin.

  I stare into his eyes which are filled with laughter and blush.

  “If you can even make me come,” I retort.

  Which I was pretty sure he could.

  “Oh, I can assure you I will make you come a couple of times tonight.”

  “Cocky much?” I say. “I highly doubt it; I’m a one-horse pony.”

  “Trick.” He stares at me.

  “Or treat? What?”

  “You’re a one-trick pony,” he corrects me.

  “Oh, well, you know what I meant. I’m only good for one orgasm a night.”

  “That’s a shame.” He laughs.

  “It’s fine. I’m okay with it. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up,” I say.

  “Are we going to plan this whole thing out? I mean, if we are that’s cool just let me know and I’ll start taking notes.”

  Haha, I believe now he was making fun of me. But, in my head, he was right, I was planning everything out. I felt like I had our night pegged down to the minute, but I couldn’t let him know that.

  “You need to take notes for a fifteen-minute ordeal?” I ask, gazing into his mischievous eyes.

  “Fifteen minutes? Is that all you’re allowing me?” He leans his lips next to my ears and whispers, “I asked for the whole night with you.”

  Shivers trickled down my neck from the feel of his hot breath across my skin. Okay, so he would take longer than fifteen minutes, which only brought on more nerves. Will I be able to handle him?

  The lone woman sitting across from us gives us both a curious look and gets up from her seat. Cesar finally sits down. His massive chest and shoulders take up a lot of space, but he still decides to give me little room and leans into me.

  He wraps his arm around my shoulder and when his hand travels along the nape of my neck, my whole body comes alive under his touch. Holy cow, what is he doing? On the subway of all places.

  He leans in to touch his lips to my skin and I almost jump out of my seat. I need to catch my breath, control the impulse to jump him right here on the subway, and to fucking think about what is going on.

  “Just let go, Janelle.”

  There it is again, him saying my name all sexy and whispery. Is whispery even a word? I’m freaking out, and I don’t know how to calm the fuck down.

  My hands shake as his hand travels down my back. I forget where I am as I lean my head to the side, to give him better access and he takes the hint. He plunges his teeth into my neck and sucks. Like hard, and I squeal like a stark raving lunatic.

  What is happening to me? This isn’t how I normally react to a man’s touch, but I want more, I crave more. I gulped trying to suck down as much air as my lungs could take.

  And then, he stops.

  I turn to face him and catch his big, cocky grin.

  “What’s so amusing?” I ask somewhat embarrassed by my response to him.

  “You. You’re very responsive. I think I will be able to make you come at least four or five times tonight.”

  “Doubt it.”

  “Want to make a wager?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chiseled chest.

  “You want to bet on how many orgasms I’m going to have tonight?” I exclaim.

  I glance around and notice that there is one person left in our subway car. It’s an older man who looks tired as hell and is sitting far in the corner taking a nap.

  Still, I needed to stop shouting obscene things out loud. He could very well be listening to our entire conversation. Of course, Cesar doesn’t care and he laughs heartily.

  “Yes, if I can make you come four or more times tonight then you have to let me stay with you for a month.”

  Chapter Eight

  “What?! Oh hell no.”

  Cesar laughs. “Oh come on, I thought you were a one-trick pony. So, what have you got to lose?” he asks.

  I think about it and ask the obvious question.

  “What kind of bet is this? Why do you need to stay with me if you have your own place?”

  “Because it’s a…”

  Before he could finish I cut him off. “A long story, I know.”

  I think harder about it. I know I can’t have more than one orgasm, maybe two is possible, but in all of my twenty-five years of life, I’d always had one. Four would be impossible. So, I nod and smile.

  “Okay, deal but what do I get when you lose?”

  He glances around the subway and then turns his attention back to me with a fire in his eyes; it shakes me to my core.

  “I never lose.”

  Cesar tosses a hoodie he was carrying across my lap. His fingers slide underneath the hoodie and land on the apex of my thighs. He rubs his fingers along my center as my breath catches in my throat and my head spins. My eyes fly to the back of my lids, and I am panting….yes panting like a cat in heat.

  I’m startled when Cesar’s finger plunges deep inside me, making me breathe heavier. I discreetly bring my hips up to meet each thrust of his finger, and my chest constricts.

  Fuck.

  His thumb coils around my clit, flicking and rubbing.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he breathes against my ear and I can barely hear him. Between the sound of the moving car and the deep need building inside of me, I can’t hear anything but my impending orgasm. “I knew you’d be like this.”

  I know I am close. He isn’t even inside of me yet, we are on the shit damn subway, and I am so close to orgasm number one.

  This was going to be a long night.

  With a flick of his wrist, he dives deeper, and I moan. I moan so loud, I think everyone in New York City can hear me. I try to stifle my cries but can’t focus on anything but the stroke of Cesar’s fingers. He was playing me like a fiddle.

  “Forget about where you are. Forget about everything. There’s only you and me here.”

  I was coming unglued, unhinged, and I couldn’t stop moaning. His words were prodding me on. His fingers were magically delicious.

  I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

  I was coming.

  “Janelle, come for me,” he says as he dips even deeper inside me.

  I gaze into his heated eyes and am amazed at how turned on he appeared. Gone was the bored look he’d had with whatever that chicks name was; he was enjoying himself. Maybe the back of the club wasn’t exciting enough for him. Maybe subway cars do it for him. It’s definitely doing it for me.

  Arching my back, my thoughts become unintelligible as my walls clenched around his fingers. Like a wave crashing along the shore, my orgasm hits me like a freight train I’d never seen coming.

  Not only did it come, but it also wouldn’t stop. My walls keep pulsating around his fingers and my skin burns hot. Trying to breathe properly, I lean into his side as I buck my hips a few more times.

  In the afterglow of my tumultuous orgasm, I lean my head back and shut my eyes. My body feels amazing and I didn’t want it to end but I also didn’t want to look at the man sitting in the far corner of the subway car. His eyes were still closed but there was a smile on his face.

  I was mortified and satiated all at once.

  “That’s one,” Cesar says. “Three to go.”

  Chapter Nine

  We hadn’t even made it to my apartment yet and I already had an orgasm, a mighty good one at that. When I turn the lock, we step inside, and already there is an electrical current buzzing between Cesar and me which makes me nervous.

  I let go on the subway and know he knows he can make me feel good. He is so damn cocky about it. I guess he has good reason to be. That shit was great. I almost feel like it was some sort of icebreaker though. Like he could sense how nervous I was about tonight and wanted to relax me.

  “Give me a second,” I say running to the bathroom to freshen myself up as best I can without taking a full-fledged shower.

  When I return he asks me, “so what do you want to do?”

  I stare at him, confused for a moment and then he grabs me with both arms around my waist.

  “Just kidding, come here,” he says.

  He walks me back to my bedroom, and I feel lightheaded. He brings his lips crashing down to mine. This is the first time he’s kissed me, and his lips were softer than I imagined. The passion behind the kiss greater than I imagined.

  When his tongue touches mine, it is the perfect amount of saliva and sucking. Not too much, definitely not too little, and I enjoy every moment of it. His hands held onto me with such force, as if he never wanted to let me go.

  When we make it into my room, he breaks away from me and looks around. Taking in my bed and all my purple accents and accessories.

  “You sure do like the color purple huh?”

  I smile. “I really do.”

  “Where’d you get this?”

  He points to a painting on the my wall. An abstract watercolor with various hues of purple.

  “I painted it.”

  “Wow, that’s really good. I thought maybe you were secretly rich and that was a Picasso or something.”

  I laugh. “Picasso didn’t favor watercolors.”

  “I like that you’re a painter.” He steps closer and kisses the tip of my nose. “It’s damn sexy,” he says, running his fingers through my hair.

  “I haven’t done it a long time.”

  “It’s still sexy that you can.”

  His touch is soft, gentle, much different than it had been on the subway. We both stand, staring at each other until I sit on my bed. He rips off his shirt, and then unbuckles his jeans. I stand back up and follow suit.

  His eyes almost bulge at seeing me undress. He seems to be a very visual lover. He likes to look. He likes for me to look. When I finally stand before him with just my violet-colored bra and panties, he sucks in a breath. I sucked one in as well; Cesar is fucking hot and even better almost naked.

  “I’m beginning to really appreciate the fuck out of purple.”

  He moves like a flash of lightning, encasing me in his strong arms. He lifts me up, and then I come crashing down on the bed as his lips begin to work vigorously on my neck and breasts. I can’t control my shaky legs as he spreads them before him.

  He pulls back as he lays me out. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers in between breaths.

  I am sprawled out, ready and waiting as he removes my panties from my legs. He takes them in his balled-up fists and brings them to his nose and takes a sharp inhale of breath, then tosses the panties over his shoulder.

  Grabbing me by the ankles, he yanks my ass to the edge of the bed. He falls to his knees and I swear... was he whimpering? I try to sit up, but then his mouth is on my center in a matter of seconds.

  Oh God, this feels so good.

  I can’t concentrate on anything but the rapid movements of his tongue as he laps at the apex of my desire. His finger enters my opening as I try to relax. This is happening so fast. Too fast. Another orgasm was building inside of me and I didn’t know it could happen this fast.

  I wanted him to stop playing around and fuck me is all I could think, but I can’t seem to form any coherent words. I gaze at the top of his head, through hooded eyes, as he works me over.

  It’s pure magic the way he expertly works my pussy. He knows all the right spots without me having to say a word, and when his other hand puts pressure on the top of my mound, I almost come crashing down around him.

  His skillful tongue continues as bright lights lace my vision. I try to think about unsexy shit to hold off my release, but then all at once, his tongue circles my clit, and I was a goner.

  The number two orgasm is coursing through my system at turbo speed and now I can’t control my breathing as my body constricts in the most pleasurable pain imaginable.

  “Fuck!” I exhale.

  Once he’s finished cleaning me up with his tongue and my breathing has returned to normal, he stands up and licks two of his fingers.

  “You know what that was, right?” he says with a cocky grin.

  I slide up my two fingers to give him a peace sign. His body shakes with laughter as he hops onto the bed.

  My legs have given out, I am done…two orgasms, stick a fork in me and call it. But, he just gazes down at me and continues to laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” I kick my leg up to him as he towers over me on his knees.

  “You are.”

  “Is that so? What do you feel like a master of the universe because you made me come?”

  “Twice, I made you come twice. I think you saw stars. Your eyes were kind of glazed over and–”

  “Oh be quiet,” I say cutting him off.

  He leans in to kiss me, and again I am taken aback at how soft his sweet lips are. His gentle touch isn’t something I was expecting but enjoyed. I wanted him and I didn’t care if that came hard or soft. I would enjoy every minute of it either way even though this was a one-time booty call.

  He leans in closer, claiming, no…devouring my lips all at once. I can’t breathe, I can’t think and dear God I wanted him so bad. The tightening in my core exploded like tiny flickers of desire. Begging him silently for more. His eyes are alight with a burning passion as they bore into mine. Making me weak once more.

  I’m still a little nervous but I slide my hand along his rock hard chest, and his heart was trying to pound through, making me wetter than before.

  The man, the myth, the legend. It was all true. Cesar had already given me two orgasms and if my theory proves I should be done, I should want nothing more to do with him, right? Yet here I was panting. Like a dog, panting, like a wild animal.

  What has this man done to me? What would he do to me? We haven’t even had sex yet, and I was hungry for him. Ravenous.

  “Do you want me, Jay?” his soft lips ask. His voice is deep and raspy, and slightly out of breath. And it turns me on even more.

  “Jay?”

  “I’ve made you come twice now. I think the formalities are done.”

  “Jay is not my name.”

  “We’re halfway to our goal, darlin’. I think I deserve the right to call you a nickname. Now I’m going to ask you again, Jay. Do you fucking want me?”

  I can’t catch my breath. His hands rake across my chest, as his eyes watch their movement.

  His eyes are needy, hungry, and his lips curve into a sinister smile. He wants to devour me and I want him to in the worst way.

  “Yes, I want you.”

  As if that is all he needs to hear, he launches himself over top of me and sinks his teeth into my neck. My eyes roll back into my head as I let him consume me.

  His body rocks on top of me and I become insatiable, clawing at his back. With wrapped legs around him, he rocks into me once more.

  His hard length juts out, and I take the time to gaze at it.

  Will that even fit inside me?

  He stares at me for a moment too long, and then bends his head to kiss me again. My head is all kinds of fucked up at this point. I want him inside me, near me, on top of me.

  At this point, I don’t care what he does to me, just as long as he continues to kiss me like he is. I can taste myself on him, and it fuels my desire even more.

  I don’t think about tomorrow, or what will come next. I was living in this moment with him, wanting to give himself over to him. Hoping he’ll fuck all of my pent up desire for him out of me.

  He flips me over and grabs my hips. “I’m gonna fuck you so many times tonight, until you’re completely out of my system, understood?”

 

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