Her senses were beginning to return after that kiss and she could recall the prevalent question twirling in her mind, that is, apart from wanting to find out where he was taking her.
“Whose car is this, Richard?”
“There she is,” he grinned at her and chuckled when she rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.
“Answer the question,” she snapped playfully.
“Bossy much,” he countered.
Stacey narrowed her eyes threateningly at him and hit his arm.
“Hmm, and spanking too…I think I love you already,” he joked, but didn’t see the silent widening of Stacey’s eyes and her racing pulse at his joke.
“Be serious, Richie,” she croaked, seeming almost instantly subdued.
Richard turned at her subdued tone, “Hey, I was just playing with you,” he said, referring to his not answering her question.
But Stacey’s heart broke because she felt he had been joking when he said he was in love with her.
“Yeah, I know you were,” she replied, forcing a smile.
“Please, Stacey,” he reached out and caught her hand, caressing it as he drove, “Don’t be like that,” he pleaded. “I was really looking forward to this evening and I’m just really excited to be with you and share my accomplishments with you.”
As a friend, Stacey thought sadly but stamped down the thought with the next comment, “So this is your car?”
“Yes,” he answered in a sigh, looking almost awkward as he tried to read her expression in the slight gloom of the car.
Maybe they were just friends with benefits, she thought again, but stamped it down with gladness for her friend’s success.
“I don’t know what to say, Richie, I’m so impressed I’m speechless,” she said, meaning it. She turned her palm and laced her fingers with his, “Congratulations, Richie, you did it,” then unable to help herself, she kissed his hand and her heart leaped with joy when she heard him gasp and his hand tightened on hers.
“It really means a lot coming from you, Stacey, which is why I wanted to show you first,” he said and slowed down in front of a strange gate, pressing his horn.
The gate clanked and was opened by a young boy, a teenager.
Stacey sat up, leaning forward to stare as an uncompleted building was revealed with the inch by inch widening of the gates.
“Where are we?” she asked, trepidation slipping into her voice. She didn’t think Richard would hurt her, but this was beyond strange anyway.
“Hey,” he frowned at her, getting her attention, “Don’t be scared…please,” he added and waited until she nodded before driving through the open gate and parking right in front of the sprawling bungalow.
“Welcome, Sir,” the tall teenager hurried over to greet Richard as he stepped out of his car, he too hurrying over to open Stacey’s door.
“You should have waited,” he admonished her, his arm rounding her waist softly as he helped her out.
Stacey docked her head shyly at Richard’s solicitousness.
“Good evening, Ma,” the boy greeted, standing a distance away, smiling awkwardly as he noticed his boss being nice to the beautiful lady.
“Good evening,” Stacey replied with an answering smile for the teen, she felt awkward to be called ‘Ma’ by someone who wasn’t far off from her age.
“How was school today, Ani?” Richard asked after grabbing Stacey’s backpack and shutting his car.
The boy grinned, “It was fine, Sir.”
“Did you complete the fees?” he asked, while prodding Stacey to the front door which was situated at the extreme left side of the house.
“Yes, Sir, I have the receipt,” Ani replied enthusiastically.
“Good, I’ll get it tomorrow. Good night, Ani,” Richard said pointedly when the boy hadn’t moved but stared at them walk away, probably staring at the beautiful Stacey with her knockout body; he knew he had crushed on women when he’d been his age, but the boy wasn’t allowed to crush on his woman.
The teen started, “Good night, Sir,” he replied with a smile in his voice.
The exchange was almost lost on Stacey because she was staring around the large compound which seemed to be under construction. The security light enabled her see the high heap of building sand, stones, molded cement blocks, stacked neatly and three plastic water tanks on an iron tank stand.
Silence was heavy as they crunched the gravel strewn terrain to the front door. Stacey wondered why they were at an uncompleted building but didn’t say anything.
“You’re quiet,” he said as he unlocked the front door and pushed it in.
And it was exactly as Stacey had imagined it would be, the floor was rough, white with cement dust and the walls had no plaster. But there was a roof but no ceiling; windows and doors were fixed and apparently it was electrically wired, because Richard switched on a light bulb.
“Err…” Stacey stood speechlessly in the center of what would be the sitting room, it wasn’t so big and she could imagine the perfect furnishing for it but she didn’t vocalize it.
“This is what I was going to show you, Stacey. This is the house I’m building, no one else knows this, I wanted you to be the first, I’d hoped you would be the first,” he said and cleared his throat because it got husky with emotion.
Her base instinct was terror. Stacey knew that with all of this successes and Richard’s obvious handsomeness, he could have any woman he wanted. She never assumed she was a beauty, she was proud of her intelligence, but there were many beautiful and intelligent women just waiting to be discovered.
Stacey swallowed hard while she looked around and the other emotion overwhelmed the fear; she was so happy for Richard. That he had come from nothing to this with sheer determination and grit brought tears to her eyes.
“Jesus, Stacey,” he called worriedly when he saw her tears. He dropped her bag and reached for her, but she flew into his arms and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.
“I’m just so…so, happy for you, Richie. And proud,” she choked.
“Then why are you crying?” he asked worriedly, his hand rubbing her back comfortingly.
“I never expected this was what you were going to show me. I was still impressed by the car and now this…and I want to hear the story of that teenager because I’m sure there’s one,” she loosened her arms from his neck and made to step back but Richard wouldn’t let her go.
“We will come to that, let me show you the room,” he said.
With a thumping heart, he led her down a short corridor and opened a door into a room that smelled different. When he hit the light switch, Stacey gasped appreciatively.
This room was plastered and painted. It had a ceiling, the floor had tiles, a huge bed took up a corner of the room, there was a wooden table and chair, with books on them, like he’d been reading.
The paint was a very light peach color, almost white in its lightness, and then bold aqua was used to depict sea waves on the wall opposite the bed. It was startlingly beautiful.
Stacey took in the window blinds. They were delicate, as the breeze from the fan kept blowing it up and they boasted of the bold aqua color from the painting, giving the room a certain calmness, a feeling of relief that makes one glad to be home.
Richard heard her sigh and her shoulders seemed to droop in relaxation. “I like it,” she whispered.
It was exactly what he wanted to hear but Richard heard the underlying incompleteness of the sentence in her tone, he reached out and turned her around by her shoulders.
“But…?” he prodded, his eyes expressing worry, like he really needed her approval and the thought made Stacey feel on top of the world at that moment.
“But…I like you more,” she replied in a husky whisper, swallowing hard as she saw the leap of heat in his eyes and the uncontrolled nature of that heat.
His hands squeezed her upper arms to the point of pain. His face looked as though he was trying to control himself, to hold back his passion. Stacey scooted close, her eyes never leaving his and not hiding the fact that she wanted him.
Her hand raised and caressed his chest, slowly reaching and popping a button and then another and another and by now Richard was breathing so harshly, the sound echoed in the room despite the soft hum of the fan.
She slowly parted his shirt and was glad he didn’t have on any inner shirt, her hand splayed on the hot, hard expanse of his chest, the sparse mat of hair tickling her palm as she caressed him.
When she looked up at him and swallowed again, her eyes were dilated, like she was drunk but it was only the intense desire she had from just feeling his chest. Images filled her mind, and she licked her dried lips because she so wanted to taste the whole of him; this had never happened to her before.
Richard watched her eyes, holding himself back because he wanted to see where she was going. Even though he would’ve far preferred to take the situation into his hands, and have her naked in five seconds flat; he seemed to rather enjoy her slow exploration.
If they hadn’t talked about their previous relationships, a conversation that had caused Richard to want to smash something, because someone else had touched his woman, he would have thought the pleasurable wonder in her eyes was because she was seeing a naked guy for the first time.
He breathed shallowly and swallowed with difficulty, he was so hard, he was surprised his jeans hadn’t busted already from the resulting tightness.
After having dropped his hands from her upper arm, to give her more leeway to explore his body, his hands were left at his side to flex continuously as part of the things he was doing to control his slipping control. Because, Stacey’s hands on his chest, caressing the sparse hairs there, gliding down to the waist of his jean and back up, was like a branding iron on his skin.
Richard could feel every nuance of her hand no matter how feathery the touch was. He shut his eyes when she slowly shoved his shirt from his shoulders, and he let it glide down his arms, dropping with a whisper on the tiled floor.
Then his eyes shot open as he felt her tongue, tentatively taste his nipple.
He gasped, “Oh, jeez, Stacey,” his body jerked at the sharp pleasure that shot through his body, hardening his erection further, he’d never been this hard before in his life, the fly of his jean was beginning to be extremely uncomfortable, but he was determined to follow Stacey’s pace.
Stacey raised her eyes to his face and was shocked to feel an explosion of hot moist in her lady parts at his reaction to her touch. His face was tensed up so much he looked like he was in pain and he probably was, since she could clearly see the outline of his erection seriously tenting the hard material of his jeans.
Since his eyes were closed again after his gasp, she allowed her gaze to take in the whole of his face, his strong jaws that made her want to bite along the mat of stubble spread over it. She had the urge to rub her cheek against that stubble, but they had to lie down for that to happen, since he was really tall.
For now though, her eyes returned to his naked chest and his puckered man nipple, and she swallowed and attacked it again. This time she sucked one completely into her mouth, her whole body leaning flushed against his hard one.
The hiss from in between his teeth was all the encouragement she needed, her teeth tenderly grazed the nipples, one after the other and she thrilled from the helpless groan barreling up Richard’s chest and exploding vocally above her.
“I swear, Stacey, if you keep torturing me this way, I’m going to cum in my trouser,” he confessed weakly.
She nodded, pitying him even though she wanted to take her time to explore his body, as though reading her thoughts, he said, “I’ll allow you explore later, when I’m better able to control myself. Right now though, at this stage, you are like a fantasy come true and my control is at an inch of its life,” he confessed desperately.
“Sorry,” she whispered, but her hands had already moved down to his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans, her hand pausing to outline the hard length of his erection through the material.
Richard grabbed her wrists while hissing out his frustration through his teeth, “Not that either,” he said in a strangled tone.
“Then what?” Stacey asked, her eyes heavy and hooded and sexually frustrated, since he wasn’t allowing her explore his body exactly as she’d imagined for so long.
“May I?” he asked, reaching for the hem of her blouse.
Stacey swallowed; her eyes widening as she nodded her acquiescence and raised her arms to enable him pull off her blouse. She watched as his breathing quickened and his eyes latch onto her breasts fixedly.
Richard swallowed thickly as he stared at her white, lacey bra, he could make out her dark nipples puckered and straining against the white lace. His hand shook as he reached behind her to unclasp the hook, and when she shrugged off the straps, letting it slide down to the floor, Richard was presented with the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Her breasts were big, a bit lighter in complexion than her arms, but the nipples, large areolas, were dark brown and puckered and his teeth actually ached with the desire to bite them; his mouth watered with the urge to suck them strongly.
His breathing was more of a wheeze now as he hurriedly pulled down her jeans, together with her panties, and directed her to sit on his bed as he pulled the cloths off her ankles.
Making quick work of his own jeans and underwear, he knelt before her, his hand tenderly caressing her smooth, dark chocolate thighs, his eyes mesmerized with the movement of his hands on her plump thighs, enjoying the way their skins blended like dark chocolate icing over a cream chocolate cake.
He heard her breathing hitch and he knew he was beginning to affect her as she had affected him. Since he was kneeling before her and had begun separating her thighs, a whiff of her pheromone reached out to him and he couldn’t believe his erection could go any harder, but it did, quite painfully.
As though led by an invisible rope, he followed her alluring feminine scent; a mouth watering scent that announced her desire and readiness to mate with him. She whimpered as his sure hands splayed on her soft stomach and pushed her back, her legs widened as he raised her thighs, bending her knees and wedging her feet on the mattress.
He pleasured her effectively; invariably pleasuring himself too, for her screams of passionate enjoyment was ultimately what threw him over the edge.
They lay there panting.
His eyes were level with a pebbled nipple, his hand grabbed the luscious weight of her breast and he watched as his skin color blended with hers, though his was slightly darker than hers. Helplessly, his tongue extended and tasted the extra flesh spilling from his hand.
He pulled her whole body into his and cuddled her close, kissing any point he could reach, murmuring how beautiful and sweet she was and Stacey felt cherished even as sleep slowly took over her mind.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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