Another Night With Montell

Montell drove eagerly and listened to smooth jazz. He laughed as he thought about his interaction with Rodrigo in the break room. He couldn’t wait until September 1st, so he could switch teams. He was tired of going at it with Rodrigo.

He pulled up to the little country house and parked. When he got to the door, he saw it was slightly opened, so he walked in, “Jordan?” He closed the door and walked around. He found her in the main bedroom standing at the foot of the bed in a see-through nightgown. Her nipples looked nice and perky. He rubbed his chin, “Now, this just made my day.”

She walked over to him, unbuttoned his shirt, kissed his chest, then looked up into his eyes, he smiled, his hands touched her peach and he squeezed. “Turn around, let me see you in this,” he said. She turned, he saw her cheeks, the way the thong was lost between them, he bit his lip.

She reached for his hand, walked him to the bed, she sat. He stood in front, shirt unbuttoned, his chest and abs looked delicious, she spread her legs, “Did you miss me?”

“You know I did.” He took off his shirt, then stepped out of his pants and boxers. She smiled when she saw it hanging. He smiled, “Did you miss me?”

She nodded, “Come here, baby.”

He stepped between her legs and they kissed. She paused and looked into his eyes. He smiled, “I know you remember what that mouth do. Lay back.” She laid back and he pulled her thighs, so he could examine her jewel. From the first touch of his tongue, she moaned in delight. Her fingers strummed across the top of his head. She watched as he French kissed her below. His fingers gained entrance. Her back arched. She squirmed, but he held her steady until her river overran its banks. He stood up with a grin and watched as she caught her breath.

He joked, “I don’t know why you always try to run. I told you when I start, I won't stop until you drip.

He got in the bed and laid down. She went down, but he said, “I want some more, put it in my face while you do that.” So she did. Her mouth was on him, licking and slurping, while he had her wide open, licking and slurping. He stopped and said, “Ride me. I wanna see that sexy ass, while you ride me.”

She eased down and mounted his rod. He watched it disappear inside of her. He reached and grabbed her cheeks and squeezed. He loved her back, the sexy way her muscles looked, how her waist narrowed before all that ass, and those two cute dimples that rested right above her peach. It made him want to take a bite. He slapped her ass and watched as she twerked on him, “Damn, so good,” he said. “Come here.” He reached for her and guided her back until she rested on top of him. She looked at him. They kissed. His left arm held her tightly and the right hand played below as he thrust from below. His hands slid down to her inner thigh, he held her, moving her and pressing her into him.

“Oh my God,” she whined,

“Yeah, baby. I feel you,” he said as he felt her shake. He rolled to the side and spooned, held her left leg up, her breasts wobbled with every stroke. He leaned over and grabbed a mouthful before pulling out and moving in front of her. She watched as he placed himself inside of her. He looked so sexy the way he put his back into his strokes. When she saw him bite his lip and go faster, she knew he was about to pop. Moments later, he collapsed in her arms, she caressed his back as he lay on top of her, still jerking while he released. He rolled off and laid next to her.

He chuckled, “Damn.”

She turned to look at him, “What?”

“Why we couldn’t have met under different circumstances.”

“I don’t know, seems life is strange that way.”

“So, will it be another 3 months before I can be with you again or can you fit me into your calendar a little sooner, more regularly.”

“I don’t know.”

“What about old boy, are you still seeing him?” when she didn’t respond he said, “Do you like him more than me?”

“I already told you, it’s not about more. It’s just things I like about you both. It’s like choosing between chocolate cake and apple pie. Shit, I want both.”

He chuckled, “But I’m the chocolate cake, and I know you like that chocolate way more. That stroke game is fire, right baby.” He eased on top of her and looked down into her beautiful brown eyes. She felt him growing under the sheets, “Again baby?”

He nodded, found her spot and she invited him in. “Straighten those legs out,” he said. His chest pressed to her breasts, her arms wrapped around him, caressing from his back to his tight firm ass. “Shit,” she uttered as he worked his hips and dug her out.

“Uh-huh, yeah, I done told you,” he bragged sweetly.

“Fuck baby,”

“Yeah, Jordan, you know I don’t play.

“Montell, shit, baby—”

He continued until she cried and shook. Once he had her mesmerized by his stroke, he picked up his pace and left her drenched.

*******

Thursday afternoon, as the workday was nearly over, Jordan was in her office, staring out the window. She felt kisses on her shoulders, and she smiled, “I’ve been dying to do that since I saw you this morning.” She wore an off-the-shoulder white blouse and some lightweight paper bag pants. She turned to see Rodrigo.

“It’s all set for this weekend mami. I can’t wait to spend some time with you. I have a nice dinner planned, some time at the pool.” He kissed her lips, “Some dancing.” He kissed her again. “I’m about to leave, are you staying late?”

“Just a little bit longer. I have some stuff to finish.”

He smiled, “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed her once more and then left.

Moments later, Barbara entered, “Hey boo, guess what, drinks today. Are you up for it…Montell is going to introduce me to one of his friends and I need a wingman?”

Jordan smiled, “Sure, I’ll be your wing-woman.” They laughed.

Barbara looked at her, “Can I ask you a question?” Jordan gave her an eye…

“Seriously, since Dave is always gone, have you ever thought about putting that thing on Rodrigo?”

Jordan laughed.

Barbara added, “I would. I’ve always wondered what those Hispanic men were working with, you know…if they got--” She motioned with her hand to show long.

Jordan smiled inside, she knew exactly what Roderigo was working with and it was impressive. “What time are we meeting?”

“About six. I’ll see you then boo.”

**********

There was a cute club downtown, R&B music played in the background, and the people danced. Barbara and Jordan walked into the club, they saw Montell standing with a nice-looking dark-skinned man, with a sexy long beard. He was about five feet ten inches and had a thicker build like a tight end. Barbara whispered, “Girl, yassss.”

Jordan laughed, “Okay, nice looking brother.” They strutted over. Montell tried to hold back his enthusiasm when he saw Jordan walking towards him in that cute little spaghetti strapped dress that reached her mid-thigh.

Ladies, this is my friend Mike. Mike smiled as he reached out his hand to shake theirs. He kissed the top of Barbra’s hand, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise. I like him already.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked. She nodded and walked off to the bar with Mike.

Montell moved closer to Jordan, and ran his finger along her thigh, “Damn babe, you look sweet enough to eat.”

She smiled, “behave.”

“You know you like it when I don’t.”

She smiled. When they returned with their drinks, they found a booth and table and talked for a while. After several drinks, Barbara and Mike became touchy. Mike said, “Let’s go dance.” They went out to the floor.

Montell slid closer to Jordan. His hand touched her thigh. He whispered, “Act normal.”

She turned to him. His finger found her spot. He spoke softly in her ear, “Imagine me with my face between ya legs, my tongue licking the left side, then the right side, and then I find that moist spot and go in while my fingers are exactly what they’re doing now.” Her heart beat faster, her right leg started to shake, and she buried her head in her hand. He removed his finger and licked it and smiled.

“You’re so nasty.” She grinned.

“You like me nasty.”

She smiled.

He stood, “I’ll be right back.” She watched him leave. She sat there smiling with a nice little buzz still going below. She looked out to the dance floor for Barbara but didn’t see her or Mike.

When Montell got back, “They still dancing?”

“I don’t even see them.” Her phone sounded; she received a text, “About to get this back blown out.” Jordan laughed.

“What’s going on?”

“It seems that my friend and your friend have vacated the premises to partake in some physical activity.”

He laughed. “I can take you home.” He smiled as he stood, he reached for her hand and they walked out.

They got in the car, and he said, “okay where to?” she laughed. He asked, “What you don’t want me to know where you live? Think I’ll show to your house and make a scene…”

“No. I don’t think you’d do that. You have more class than that.” She reached for his hand and kissed the top of it.

He smiled, “I can take you to my place. I can get you an Uber home in the morning.”

She smiled, “You were just with me two days ago.”

“I’d have you every night if I could.”

“Okay, well, take me to your place.”

He pulled up to a nice two-story home at the end of a cul-de-sac. It had nice curb appeal. She commented, “You live here?”

He laughed, “Yes Jordan. I live here.”

He pulled into the garage and it shut. They got out of the car and he led her into his house through the kitchen. She looked around. It was so neat and put together, “Tell me the truth, are you married?”

He laughed, “Naw. I have someone to come by and clean. Plus, I’m a Virgo, I’m borderline OCD anyway.” He stepped closer and kissed her as they stood by the island, “You know, I’ve never made love in a kitchen.”

“Really?”

“Really.” His lips pressed against hers, then he went to her neck. His hands were on her thighs, “turn around.” She turned slowly, moments later, the panties went down and she felt him entering. That first stroke always sent her, how slowly he would fill her with all of him and just hold while she savored the moment, “you like that?” he said kissing down her spine.

She nodded. She held onto a bar stool, while he worked behind her. The sounds of their bodies plopping and smacking together sounded throughout the kitchen. His balls bounced against her ass, his fingers played with her gem. The more his finger polished, the wetter she got, her moans reverberated throughout the home, every time he dug deeper, her leg would tremble, and she’d try to get away. He’d grab those hips and hold her steady, “Uh uh, stay right here,” he said as he stroked with intensity. Montell loved to talk shit while he was sexing her.

And she loved the way he took control. He would leave her pussy throbbing for hours after a session with him.

At 5:00 am, she awoke, she saw him lying there naked, the sheets half-covering his body. She smiled and got out of bed. Tip toed to get dressed. She kissed him, “I’m heading out.”

“Let me get you an Uber.”

“It’s okay. I already got it. Thanks for last night.” She kissed him and left.