Tell Me No Secrets Page 4

  I looked at my phone as it rang. It was Stephanie. “Hello?”

  “Where are you?” she asked.

  “Dropping Chyanne off,” I exhaled.

  I could hear her moving around in the background. “She doesn’t have a car?” Annoyance was clearly laced throughout her voice as well as accusation.

  “Look, she got sick at the place we met and I drove her home. That’s all.”

  She was silent for a second. “I guess.” She exhaled. “When can I expect you home Aric?”

  “I’ll be home when I get there.”

  She chuckled a bit before asking, “So what does that mean Aric? You said we could talk when you came back home. I’ll be waiting for your arrival soon. Don’t make me come looking for you, and you know I will.”

  I hung up. I knew Stephanie was crazy enough to do something foul like that and the last thing I needed was for her to show up at Chyanne’s house starting trouble. That’s the thing with Stephanie at times she acted like my mother and that shit annoyed me more than anything. I called out to Chyanne as I stood and checked my watch. It was hard to see with the only lighting coming from a night light in her front room. I had heard the shower go off a few seconds before hanging up the phone. The door opened to the bathroom and I smelled the vanilla and ginger body wash she used waft up through my nose. I wasn’t expecting her to come out with only a towel wrapped around her. My dick moved around in my pants a bit. Water dripped from her wavy hair and landed on her breast. Her eyes were cast at half mast and damn it if I didn’t remember at that moment how it felt to be inside of her.

  “You didn’t have to stay Aric,” she said in a tone that made my dick do a happy dance.

  I don’t know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but it had me a little excited. I watched her backside as she walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Her thick thighs were glistening and just imagining what she tasted like had me licking my lips.

  “I’m going to bed. You still have the keys so you can let yourself out,” she said.

  She tried to walk past me to her bedroom, but I caught her hand and stopped her, pulling her close to me.

  “You miss me?” I asked her.

  She didn’t answer, only exhaled and looked down at the floor. As usual, I took my hand and lifted her chin to look at me.

  “I don’t feel well Aric and I want to go lay down.”

  She said that but I knew Chyanne and I knew her body. I could feel her shaking in my arms. That was all the answer I needed as I leaned down and kissed her soft plush lips. When she moaned and leaned in for the kiss, I deepened it. She’d missed me. My hands traveled down to grip her lush backside pulling her closer to me letting her feel my erection. She was holding on to my arms and her nails were threatening to break skin. Chyanne was a scratcher and I had the marks to prove it. I broke the kiss and turned her back to me, moving her hair to the side before kissing the base of her neck and down her spine to the point of where the towel stopped me. I reached around the front of her and removed her hand from the hold she had on the towel. It fell to the floor as I grabbed a handful of her breast. She hissed and told me they were sore as I kneeled down and planted kisses all over her back and derriere before standing and leading her over to the couch, pulling her down to straddle my lap.

  I pulled her forward so I could taste her lips again, but she put her hands to my chest to stop me.

  “I can’t do this Aric,” she said in a distant voice.

  “Why not?” I asked her.

  I knew she could feel how hard my dick was through my jeans. It was trying to break through the zipper as we spoke.

  “I can’t have sex with you again knowing you are married. It’s not right.”

  “We can think about it not being right tomorrow,” I told her as I caressed her round and posh rear again. “Right now all you need to think about is how good it’s going to feel with me inside of you.”

  I gently lowered her face down to mine with one hand while the other hand found its way between her thighs. Her silky folds were so wet that my fingers felt like they were on a slip and slide. I moved her off of me and made quick work of dropping my jeans and boxers. I stroked my dick just for the hell of it, trying to stave off the aching need to be inside of her. Easing her back on top of me I slowly lowered her down onto my throbbing manhood. She moaned the sexiest moan and her head fell back. I almost lost it as my head fell back onto the base of the couch, biting down on my lip to keep from going crazy from being inside of her. I had to get myself together. Chyanne’s pussy almost had me near tears. I don’t even know how to explain what being inside of her felt like. Her soft folds were so hot, tight, and wet that all I could do was savor the feeling for a minute. As I listened to her breathing quicken, she was coming already and I hadn’t even moved. Shit turned me on more. Made my dick jump.

  “Damn baby, you miss me that much huh?” I teased her.

  She was trying her best to hold it together so I gave her a little push to take her on over the edge. I slowly moved her up and down on me and that’s all it took for her to rain down on me. I could feel her walls inhale and exhale as it gripped me. Her insides had a vice grip on me. I was about to lose myself inside of her until I saw the tears roll down her face.

  “Please, don’t make me do this, Aric. I can’t.... you’re married. It’s not right . . .”

  “Damn, Chyanne. Can’t you worry about it not being right some other time?” I snapped, annoyed that she was playing with me.

  She shook her head. As bad as I wanted to lay her on that couch and see if I could go for a world record and get her pregnant while she was already pregnant, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate with her crying like I would be forcing myself on her. Been there, done that. I moved her off of me. Her insides even felt good when I was coming out of her. I stood, stepped completely out of my pants and walked to the bathroom in her bedroom so I could wash up, angry, displeased, and horny as ever! My dick was aching for a release and took me a while to get it to go down. After a while Gabe was calling me to tell me he was pulling into Chyanne’s neighborhood. Chyanne was in her room with the door closed when I walked back into the front room to get dressed. After dressing, I walked into her room, kissed her forehead and told her I was leaving. She was lying down facing her window with her back to me. She didn’t say anything.

  Took me an hour to get home, could be because I was dreading having to hear Stephanie’s mouth or could be because I was annoyed as hell with Chyanne. Either way when I got home, the house was quiet. Stephanie had Kenny G wafting low throughout the house. Even though this would be her first time officially sleeping in the house, she knew her way around it like she had been there before.

  When I took the job in Atlanta, we were living in New York. I was working for Claxton Marketing and Advertising. I had wanted to get from under them for a while and the opportunity I was looking for came up sooner than I had realized. The guy that I’d worked directly under, Mark, gave me the inside information I needed to put my name into the hat to run B&G Marketing and Advertising. I didn’t mind working for Claxton. I had been all over the world doing their dirty work, but I was the only brother on the twentieth floor and it looked as if that’s where they wanted me to stay. I mean I was a top level executive, but I’d started wanting more of a challenge.

  When Mark was chosen over me for VP of Marketing, I knew it was time for me to get the hell on. Mark was a hard worker, don’t get me wrong, but that white boy couldn’t find the floor if he fell on it. He took me along for the ride, but I got tired of doing all of the work and Mark getting the credit for it. He knew it and being the upstanding guy that he was he pulled some strings and got me the interview with B&G. After that, it was up to me to get the job. B&G wasn’t as big as Claxton, but I was planning on changing all of that.

  “Aric, is that you?” Stephanie called out to me.

  “Who else would it be?” I answered as I took a beer from the fridge and popped the cap.
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br />   I took a huge swallow as I prepared to have to fight with Stephanie I knew was coming as soon as I heard her descend the stairs. I turned to look at her and it took me a minute to say anything. She was standing there naked as the day she came into the world. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her perky breasts bounced as she moved around, and her pussy was bald. My dick started to throb again. Not so much because Stephanie turned me on, but because thoughts of being inside of Chyanne ran through me.

  Stephanie walked over to me and took the beer from my hand, sitting it on the counter. I let her pull my shirt that was tucked inside of my jeans over my head. Standing on her tip toes she brought her lips to mine and rubbed my dick through my jeans. Our tongues played around with each other for a while before she dropped down and unzipped my pants after unbuttoning them. She snatched my pants down and that lower hanging part of me popped her in the eye for her affront. She giggled as she looked at me and stroked me slowly.

  I didn’t even know if my face held a reaction. All I could think about was that I had just left Chyanne and wondered if her scent was still on me even though I’d washed up. I tried to pull her up, but she stopped me and damn near swallowed me whole in one gulp. I had to grab a hold of the wall to keep my balance. Stephanie was an aggressive lover, always had been. So when she did anything you’d better be prepared for it. She was sucking my dick like her mouth had a vacuum suction.

  “Good God . . .” I managed to moan out.

  She gripped my shaft at the base and used her tongue in a swivel motion around my head almost causing my knees to go weak. She was deep throating me all the while using her tongue to tickle that sensitive part underneath my head. I quickly stepped out of my shoes and pants before I pulled her up and ushered her to the front room, bent her over the red sofa, and entered her from behind.

  “Oh shit! Oh my God, Aric, you feel so good,” she proclaimed.

  I pulled her hair from the ponytail holder and grabbed a handful of it in my hand as it pooled around her face. As I pulled her hair, I pulled her back into me so her thrust could catch mine when she threw it back at me.

  “Yes, baby, fuck me,” she cried out again as her hand gripped the arm of the sofa.

  I bent my knees and dipped under her so I could stroke her spot. Sweat started to form on my forehead as I worked her from behind. Although Stephanie’s sex was good, my mind couldn’t help but wonder back to how good it felt to be inside of Chyanne, even if only for a little while. As that thought crossed my mind, I pumped harder into Stephanie, letting her feel every inch of me and then some. Her walls locked around me as I could feel her working her muscles.

  “This pussy will always be yours, baby, no matter what. Fuck me like you miss me, baby.”

  I let her hair go and gripped her around her waist. Her head fell forward and she let out my name loudly and declared that she was coming again. She arched her back, stood on her tip toes, and pushed back into me hard, swift, and vigorously.

  “Come with me, baby,” she crooned. “I want to feel you come in me. Go deeper, baby.”

  I obliged and dug deeper into her ocean. I could hear her juices splashing around in between us and I growled low in my throat. I felt my shaft swell and my head throb as I got ready to release all of my frustrations inside of her.

  “That’s right, baby, come with me . . . you feel so damn good, Aric! I miss this so much.”

  Once I felt like I was ready to explode, she moved, dropped to her knees, and allowed me to release inside of her mouth. It felt so good that my knees buckled. She sucked and sucked until I couldn’t take anymore. Placing my hands on both sides of her head I removed her mouth and my breathing was out of control as my heart beat in my chest like it was trying to escape.

  “You know that’s my favorite,” she said as she stood and smiled at me wiping her lips.

  She went to kiss me on my lips and I turned my head. Her kiss landed on my jaw. She’d known not to try and kiss me after she did that.

  She laughed before saying, “Hey, you might be surprised at how good you taste.”

  “I’ll pass,” I answered causing her to throw her head back in laughter again.

  My first thoughts were food and I was about to ask her to make me something to eat.

  “I’m going to go start the shower,” she said preparing to leave the front room.

  “Let me get something to drink and I’ll be up right behind you.”

  “Okay, and don’t take too long. I may have another surprise for you in the shower,” she said as her giggle traveled up the stairs behind her.

  I slowly walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The muscles in my legs throbbed and my mind traveled back to Chyanne. I couldn’t help but to feel a little guilt that I’d had thoughts of her run through my mind while I’d had sex with Stephanie. Things were not always so cut and dry when it came to emotions and men, and I was one of those men who didn’t really know what to do when he had too many at one time rolling around in his head. While I couldn’t deny that I loved Stephanie, I could say that it was not as strong as it used to be.

  I met Stephanie her first year in college. Gabe had always told me about his sister from Atlanta and that she was his father’s child from his marriage. He’d been raised in Atlanta until his senior year when his dad had him and his mother move away. The way his dad told it, it was because he wanted Gabe to get into college up north. Let Gabe tell it, it was because his mom and Stephanie’s mom wouldn’t stop fighting. Stephanie’s mom and Gabe’s mom had been best friends until Gabe’s mother slept with his father. Gabe and I had met when he had enrolled at Brooklyn Tech his senior year. We’d been boys every since. Gabe’s father had called the night before Stephanie was to make it to New York and had asked me to help Gabe look out for her. Gabe and I were in our Sophmore year at NYU and I had no problem with doing what he’d asked.

  I’d agreed, just because Gabe’s dad had always been nice to me and he was there for me when my father was nowhere around. Meeting Stephanie for the first time was like looking at a goddess. Her dark skin, long wavy hair, hazel and green eyes, all called out to me. She was an exotic work of art and she was mine before we even left the airport. I knew that when she smiled at me and winked. Gabe and I quickly found out that she was not the angel of innocence that her father thought she was. By week four, she was sucking me off and I had already had sex with her by the end of week one. She didn’t make too many female friends because she was catty and felt like no other woman was to be trusted. I’m sure what had happened between her mother and Gabe’s mom had something to do with her way of thinking.

  None of that mattered to me because, for the first time, I was in love. Stephanie and I were so wrapped up in each other that when my mom and her parents objected to us getting married, we ran off and did it anyway. We were married by the time she was twenty-three and I was twenty-four. You really couldn’t tell us at the time that we weren’t meant to be together. We were so into each other that nothing and nobody else mattered. Starting out, we had a really good marriage, and everything was decent at first. However, it quickly went downhill.

  I couldn’t even explain what happened. Nights of heated passion turned into days of cold calculated arguments. She was the first one to get a job in her field when she landed a job at a TV station as a producer. She quickly worked her way up the ladder becoming an executive producer in no time and I guess I didn’t get the big-time corporate job fast enough for her. Even though I had graduated at the top of my class and had job offers, none of that was lucrative enough for her. Her father had old world money and she was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted. I guess what confused me about the whole thing was while we were in college and I was working a regular job, she didn’t seem to mind. Once she graduated and got the job she wanted it was like to hell with me and my aspirations.

  Stephanie had a way of making you feel like you weren’t even good enough to breathe the same air as her. I
can’t say who started the cheating first, but we’d both done our share of it. I remember almost pushing her head through a wall when I had first found out she was cheating. My ego couldn’t take the blow to my man hood. She’d been cheating with an old classmate of hers and just got sloppy enough to get caught. I won’t lie to you and say that shit didn’t hurt, because it tore me apart at the seams. I wanted to kill her I was so fucking pissed! She’d left her email open on the home computer and I just happened to want to print something before she could return from the bathroom. There it was in black and white, another man talking about how he enjoyed fucking my wife from behind.

  At first, I thought it was some colossal joke. It had to be. No way in hell Stephanie would be cheating on me is what ran through my mind, but I just couldn’t pull myself away from the words on that screen. She was telling him how she’d enjoyed the way he’d eaten her pussy and he in return told her how he’d enjoyed her dick sucking skills. Those were all their words and they were very explicit with one another. Before she could round the corner, I’d lost it and my hand was shoving her head into the nearest wall, knocking pictures down in the process.

  After realizing that I’d been sitting at the computer she didn’t even ask what was going on. When I snatched her from the floor by the roots of her hair all she did was stare at me with tears in her eyes. She didn’t even deny it, or offer an explanation as I yelled in her face demanding some kind of clarification. That’s when she started her verbal assault, telling me that I wasn’t pleasing her the way I had been and yelling about me caring more about my job than I did about her. Funny thing was, I’d been working like a slave to make sure she could have all of the things she was used to having.