Vengeance(38)
Jonovan seemed disappointed.
“Sorry,” I said. “Time’s up.”
“I guess I blew it,” he replied, standing up. “I’ll make my story work with what I have.”
“Minus what we just talked about?”
“Definitely. You don’t have to worry.”
I started walking toward the house with Antonio on my tail, leaving Jonovan to be showed out by Nikki, who had also appeared suddenly, after realizing the interview was over.
“What was that all about?” Antonio asked. “What don’t you have to worry about?”
“It’s all good. Jonovan has always been a good guy.”
“Oh, you know him?”
Damn, I fucked up!
“No, just heard that he was a good guy from some other peeps in the industry.”
I was about to walk upstairs, and Antonio would have headed off to watch his telenovelas, but I paused and turned around.
“What are you about to get into?” I gazed into his eyes seductively.
“Hopefully you one of these damn days.”
“You know that’s not happening, but you could help me relieve some stress.” I dropped my eyes to his groin. “With that lap band-needing dick of yours.”
He chuckled. “You and your jokes. My dick’s not that big.”
“Shit, in whose world? Your dick is an urban legend. You have fucked up many a pussy and you know it. That’s why you’re never going to disfigure Thumper.”
Antonio moved close enough for me to taste his breath as I stood on the third step and he was at the base of the steps. “Thumper might enjoy being with someone so legendary.”
“I didn’t call you a legend. I said your dick was a legend.” I giggled. “So you want to play with me this afternoon or what?”
“Depends on what playing entails. But you know that I can never refuse you.”
“If you can never refuse me, then it doesn’t depend, does it?” I turned and started up the steps. “Give me twenty minutes to prepare and then make it happen.”
* * *
When Antonio entered my bedroom exactly twenty minutes later, I was showered and ready with the blackout curtains closed, candles lit, and I was wearing a sports bra and biker shorts with no panties.
“What’s this all about?” he asked as “Workout” by J. Cole played through the speakers in the walls.
“I thought we could do some Tantra Yoga. It makes me come.”
Antonio laughed. “That again?”
“Didn’t you enjoy doing all those poses and stretches with me before? Gazing into my eyes?”
“I want to fuck you, not do poses.”
“But you know we’re not fucking, so let’s cut the bullshit.” I walked over to him and ran my fingers over his chest and then pulled his T-shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head. “Damn, what have you been eating?” I teased. “You buffed up some . . . since last time.”
“You need to start calling me up here more often. K and D don’t know what to do with all of this.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him so his dick was poking me in my ribs. It was rock hard. “Can’t you imagine all this dick up in you?”
“I do imagine it—all the time.”
“Then let me hit it.”
“Hit it?” I pushed him away. “Um, no. But I’ll tell you what. Since you’re topless, I can rock with that.” I pulled off my sports bra, revealing my tatas.
“You’re so lovely. You could at least let me suck them.”
I contemplated actually letting Antonio suck my tits as “Adorn” came on and Miguel started singing about how his lips couldn’t wait to taste some chick’s skin. So apropos for the moment.
“You hear that?” Antonio picked up on the song lyrics fitting the moment as well. He moved closer to me and licked his lips as he started rubbing my right nipple with two fingers. “Let my love adorn you, baby.”
I took a deep breath and threw my head back as the magic in his fingertips got to me.
You’re almost forty, Caprice, I told myself. You’ve got to learn to let go.
Antonio picked me up by the hips with his other muscular arm and carried me to the bed as he started licking my other breast with the tip of his tongue.
“Aw, shit,” I heard myself say as he laid me down.
He took my breast deep into his mouth and I could feel Thumper start pulsating in my shorts.
“Ummm, you taste so good, baby,” he whispered as he came up briefly for air and moved his mouth over to my other breast.
I stared up at the ceiling, taking all the sensations in. I had played with my tits throughout my life, often masturbating with a toy, or even a towel between my legs if I was without a toy on tour, until I climaxed. But one of the major problems was that I never thought about what would be considered “traditional sex” when I masturbated. There were always at least two men involved, even if one of them was watching and waiting for his turn. I wondered if it was because the only time that I had ever actually been penetrated was under such circumstances. The men in my fantasies weren’t violent or raping me or anything like that, though. There was just always at least two, or more. It concerned me that I might not have been able to be content with a sexual encounter with one man, if I ever took it that far. I planned to open up to Dr. Spencer about that, if I could.