Same Time Next Week (Ch 34)
Welcome back to my first serial here at Substack. It’s a sexy, slightly mysterious romp between a former popstar and a cagey, reclusive Afro-Latina.
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When tension rises at the studio with his bandmate Rod, Jackson's personal life gets thrust into the spotlight, forcing him to confront the challenges of balancing desire with the secrets that Shelby keeps.
That woman and her mouth were going to bring him trouble. The way she used it was like magic. No two blow jobs were ever the same but... damn, she was good at it.
Jackson had a plan in his head and a need he wanted to fulfill for her. As soon as he could move.
Before he even realized he had fallen asleep, he was awake again, in the same position but alone in the bed. He lay there for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of Shelby wandering around in the house. Her jeans, bra and blouse were laid at the foot of the bed.
Jackson sat up, rifling through the pockets of his jeans, retrieving a condom and hurriedly rolling it on, then stepping out into the hallway in search of her. He heard a drawer opening and utensils tinkling against each other. Slowly, quietly, he crept around the corner and peeked into the kitchen.
Shelby was nude, except for the shiny black boots. Her hair, wavy and tousled, drew his eye all the way down her body. He eased into the kitchen and stepped behind her, pressing into the small of her back. He expected her to jump but she didn't. Instead she pushed back against him, heaving a breathy sigh. On the counter were a chocolate torte and two dessert plates, a bottle of wine and two glasses.
He gathered her hair and moved it over her shoulder, then commenced to rubbing her shoulders, front to back and front again, then cupping her breasts and playing with the hard, dark, eraser tip nipples. Standing so close to her, right up against her, his warm hardness between them.
"Chocolate and wine and you. Trifecta." His lips nibbled at her ear. He could see her smile, even more so as she turned her head toward him and brushed her lips against his.
"You want some? Some chocolate, some wine, some me?"
He sucked in a breath and exhaled, shuddering in her ear, pressing into her as she pushed back. "Yeah. All of it. "
Shelby dipped a finger into the torte, digging out a chunk of it, and then turning around so he could see her smearing the thick, rich chocolate over her chest, around each nipple, down the center of her midsection.
"Come and get it."