Harmony
A few hours ago…
Mate: It's almost 1, Harmony. You telling me you don't know when your classes finish?
Me: You almost 30 and don't carry no rubbers. Same shit.
Mate: You need to let that go. I got plenty now.
My body shudders when a pic comes through of a box of 12 Magnums XL’s. I didn't even know Trojan made extra-large Magnums…
Lawddd.
He's been chattin’ some serious shit to me all day, so when I finally get inside my car at three-thirty, I'm more than fired up.
He best not disappoint me.
I check my messages.
Mate: I don't like waiting. Call me.
I roll my eyes. Me either. This nigga thinks he can make demands and tell me what to do, but as much as I wanna laugh at the thought of that, this man is my mate, so if anyone's gonna be able to, it's him.
I hit call on his number.
“Harmony,” he says, after not even one ring.
“Yeah?”
“Shit, you're rude.”
“And so are you. What you want?” I smile because I already know what he wants. It’s what I want, too.
“You like playing games, huh? That's alright. I play games, too, but mine are better. Where the fuck are you?”
“Who's rude now?”
“You had me waiting all day. I'm done playing nice.”
I roll my eyes, but the way he’s just said that made me shiver. “I've just finished school.”
“Meet me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere you want. I can get us a—”
“Nah, I'll deal with it. Meet me at Hotel Le St-James. Google it. It’s in Central.”
He's quiet for a minute. “Alright.”
Yeah, nigga, you ain't the only one with money.
I hang up and then check my makeup before startin’ the ten-minute drive to the James’. Of course I packed a bag, and I fully intend to make full use of that suite, too.
Carisse calls me, so I answer on the dash. “Hey.”
“Hey, Harm. What you doin’?”
“Nothin’. Almost home. Why?” The lie comes out easy.
“I was gonna ask you over. I got the place to myself.”
“Not tonight, Carr. Me and my rents got plans.”
“Alright, cool. Call me tomorrow?”
“I will.” If I can still talk...
I smile as I hang up. I ain't ever fucked with an older man before. I know how girls gush about them, though; that they're so much more experienced and all that shit.
He better be.
I ain't shy to dick; I've had all widths, shapes, and lengths. Some good, some bad. I think the only type I ain't had is mate.
I get to the hotel parking lot, and with my Gucci holdall on my arm, make my way to the front of the hotel. I see Jaheim standing out front and the feeling I felt yesterday almost feels minor compared to how it feels now.
He’s dressed in another Armani suit, but his shirt is a light cream this time. It still has the same effect on his skin though. Sexy as fuck.
But how’d he get here before me?
I stop a few feet away from him. “How you get here so fast?”
His eyes narrow. “Why? You wanna know if I cum as quick?” He leans down to my ear. “Cuz I don't...”
I shudder as he moves away, cuz I swear the tip of his tongue flicks my ear...
I glare up at him. “You been makin’ all these promises today. I hope for your sake you're gonna deliver, cuz my pussy ain't standard.”
He slowly smiles. “I'm sure it ain't.”
Ugh…
I look away from him to walk inside the hotel. My heart and my pussy are fluttering in anticipation. He suddenly rests an arm on my lower back which makes me shudder, too, but I try to ignore it as we walk the length of the marble floor to reception.
I say hey to Tammy and she gives me a look, but I shake my head. “Is the Deluxe Suite free?”
She looks at her monitor. “Yep, it is.” She hands me the card keys and I thank her before walking in the direction of the elevator we need.
I feel Jaheim eyeing me, so I turn to face him. “What?”
He eyes the keys. “How’d you get those?”
“Why? You wanna know if I've got more surprises? Cuz I do.”
He narrows his eyes, but I ignore them. The doors open and we go inside. I swipe the key and then we’re taken up to the suite. I eye his holdall and wonder what the fuck he's got in there…
I begin to feel more anxious as I remember what happened outside his apartment and wonder if he’s gonna bring that shit up…
The doors to the elevator open again and we step out into the Deluxe suite. This place looks like something out of a millionaire’s property catalogue. Marble floors, expensive furnishes, priceless art on the walls…
“I’ma take a shower,” I tell him.
“Same.”
“Alright, you can use—”
“Nah, I’m showering with you.”
I’m about to tell him no, but the look in his eyes won’t let me. I just turn and continue my way to the master bedroom. This nigga is fuckin’ odd.
Still fine as hell, though.
He starts stripping as soon as we get into the bedroom. He’s eager, but so the hell am I. His body is incredible; athletic but strong, just how I like them.
I pull off my sweater and tee together, and then slide the leggings down my legs with my G-string. His eyes don’t know where to look, but he’s definitely a multi-tasker cuz he’s out of the rest of his suit in record time, and—
Oh. My. Lord...
“Is that all yours?” I ask, staring at that monster between his legs. Damn, it’s huge, and perfectly straight like it was moulded onto his body by a fuckin’ master craftsman of dick.
He closes the gap between us. “Oh, what? You thought I was making empty threats?”
There’s still a foot between us, but I swear I can feel the heat of his dick against my navel. I just shrug as a reply, cuz I’m literally lost for words, for once in my life.
“Uh-huh. That’s silenced your ass.” He takes my hand and pulls me into the bathroom.
Fear mixes with my excitement of fuckin’ with him and I start having regrets about all the shit I was talkin’ today.
He releases my hand to run the water in the shower. I watch him, silently, with my heart miss-beating. His skin is literally perfect everywhere, and the way he smells…
Fuck.
Steam coats the glass walls, and after he’s happy with the temperature of the water, he pulls me inside with him, closing the door beside us.
The spray soaks my hair and I thank God I switched to rockin’ my natural hair last week. There are four showerheads in here, so there ain’t exactly any way to escape it.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me towards him. I’m suddenly breathless as I look up at him, and I feel my nipples turn into bullets against his chest. Shit… I wonder what he’s gonna do to me in here.
“Did you enjoy yourself in your car last night?”
Oh, shit…
His eyes narrow. “Were you thinkin’ about my dick when you were gettin’ yourself off?” He slips a hand between us and strokes a finger over my already swollen bead. I gasp and his eyes light up. “You shoulda let me do this to you last night. A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t ever be making herself cum.”
I close my eyes and feel my cheeks warm... Shame creeps over me but he strokes me again and I moan through the embarrassment.
“Don’t feel no way,” he says, abruptly forcing a finger inside me. “I did the same damned thing. Thinkin’ about how this sweet little pussy would feel wrapped around my dick. I knew it would be bare…”
I moan again, but it’s not the way he’s touching me that causes it this time, it’s the thought of him stroking that mammoth dick and then cumming while thinking about me.
He takes his hand away from me and I whimper from the loss of it. His mouth is suddenly against my ear instead. “Safe word, Princess.”
My body shudders. Safe word? “Why do I need one?”
He nips my earlobe. “Just trust me.”
“Uh… Red?”
He pulls away from me, just enough to look me in the eyes, and then he smirks. “Red it is.”
Then he kisses me.
He ain’t soft with it either. His tongue is relentless in its strokes, and I swear it’s like he’s fuckin’ me with it. His hand around my body tightens and his dick wedges hot and hard between us.
I hold the back of his head and pull him closer to me, feeling a quick clash of our teeth before we find a more equal ground. Damn… I knew he was a taker…
He backs me up against the shower wall and then rests one hand on the tiles beside my head. His eyes are so dark, I shudder like crazy. They’re almost wild. He reaches between my thighs and I gasp as he strokes a single finger from my clit, all the way down to my entrance.
I know he feels how wet I am cuz his expression tells me. He blinks away water from his eyes and then he disappears to his knees. I shriek in sudden surprise when he grabs my butt to pull my pussy to his mouth. I look down at him pushing his tongue between my folds but the water forces me to close my eyes, and I can only feel.
And do I fuckin’ feel.
I soon realise he’s an expert in givin’ head, cuz I’m cumming before I even realise what’s happening to me. I grab onto his wet hair and pull it hard as my body shudders harder than it ever has.
He groans against me and that shit just adds to the whole experience.
“Fuck!”
He takes one of his hands from my butt and swiftly slips two fingers inside me while I’m still tryin’ to remember who I am. He goes straight for my g-spot and finds it, too, and oh, my God!
I inhale so sharply that I choke on the fuckin’ water.
He don’t stop, though, and I swear he makes me cum more times than I can count. It’s like he’s crazed, punishing me with pleasure because I dared to doubt him in some way.
“Red,” I beg. “Red, fuck, please… No more.” I’m scared my pussy’s gonna stop workin’ from overuse if he don’t stop.
His lips are suddenly on mine and I frown as he kisses me, not because I taste my cum in his mouth, but because he got to his feet so fast.
The fuck? He’s not already? Nah…
He presses his dick against me and my stomach cramps with excitement and anxiety. I’m never nervous when it comes to dick; I ruin dick, but my confidence is slipping away as the seconds pass.
His lips are abruptly gone from mine and then he pulls me out of the shower to wrap me in a white, fluffy towel. “You ain’t got much to say now, do you?”
I narrow my eyes at him, desperate to claw back some control over this situation. “You might be a pro at eatin’ pussy, but you ain’t fucked me yet.”
His eyes light up with something almost sinister, but I soon lose my train of thought as I’m led to the bedroom and basically thrown on the bed. The towel around my body falls open but I don’t try to fix it. I ain’t ashamed of my body.
I suck in a breath and his expression softens. I don’t know if I look as scared as I feel, but something’s changed him. He frowns before he briefly turns away from me to retrieve a rubber, and then he looks down at me as he rolls it on. “All day I been thinkin’ about how to teach your ass a lesson, but now that we’re here…”
He don’t finish his sentence, he just shakes his head before climbing over me, his dick between my thighs. His lips find mine again but this time the kiss is a hell of a lot softer. He seems to be having some kinda internal battle with himself that both confuses and intrigues me.
But I don’t know why.
He reaches his hand between us and I open my legs wider. He strokes his dick against my sensitive, swollen flesh and I whimper into the kiss.
He begins to press into me and I release another whimper, already feeling the damage that his dick’s gonna do.
He raises his head to look down at me. “Damn, Princess.”
I close my eyes to imprint the way he looked at me when he said that, into my mind. That shit was so hot.
He slowly edges himself deeper and my walls tremble in protest. I feel his hands fist the blanket on the bed either side of me, and I realise that this shit is really testing his control. His dick is literally filling me so much, though, and I know he must be feeling the urge to thrust inside me so strongly right now.
Our eyes meet again and I get lost in them. I run my nails over the back of his neck and he closes his eyes, but I suddenly gasp as he pulls out and gets to his feet.
“I can't do this shit.”
I sit up and frown, my heart suddenly hammering for completely different reasons. “The fuck you mean?”
He starts getting dressed and I try to think of what the fuck just happened.
“Is this some kinda fuckin’ game? You tease girls with that dick and then fuckin’ leave them?”
He glares at me while buttoning his shirt. “Don't.”
“Or what, huh? What the fuck you gonna do? Cuz you ain't fuckin’ me!”
He ignores me and picks up all his shit before walking out.
I soon hear the elevator doors open and then close, and I cover myself with my towel.
What the fuck did I do?