Page 23 of Rejection Overruled

“What?” I was baffled by his question.

“You’re not thinking of pulling out of this challenge, are you?” he said, meeting my eyes. “You want revenge, right? Then bring it on.”

“Are you serious right now?”

He leaned close to me, his breath fanning my face. I wanted to close the inch between us and press my lips to his, but I waited to see what he would do.

“Bring your best game,” he whispered before crushing his lips to mine.

If I hadn’t been sitting, my knees would have given out beneath me. Jamal wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. My breasts crushed into his chest as my woman place throbbed with need. He knew I hadn’t been sexually satisfied in a while and for him to be kissing me with such fervor, blew my mind.

His tongue entwined with mine as his hand found one of my breasts. That night came back to me as his thumb found the imprint of my nipple though my dress. Unlike that time, I wasn’t scared and whatever Jamal now dished out I could handle.

He drew back and stared at me before straightening in his seat. One thing was now clear to me as I buckled my seatbelt and started the car again. This was now a game of wills. Who would last the longest?

We wanted each other, but no one was willing to give in first. I was using my vendetta as shield and Jamal saw this as a challenge. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. I wanted sex and I wanted it badly. Having sex with Jamal would be the icing on the cake.

If I wasn’t a picky lover, I’d have hired a male escort a long time ago. But I liked the comfort of knowing the man I was sleeping with. I was a girl who liked familiarity and that was why I lasted that long with John.

I wasn’t a one night only kind of girl. Yet, I was certain that with Jamal it would be just that and I was prepared for it. Even though revenge was the last thing now on my mind, I wasn’t expecting anything more than one night – and maybe an amazing one to boot.

The ride to his apartment was done in silence. Jamal obviously was thinking about his past while I was thinking about going home to masturbate. My nipples were tight and my vagina wet. That brief contact and that heavenly kiss was enough to make my blood hot. My skin was now feverish and all I could think of was a dose of this hot chocolate that was sitting beside me.

I pulled into an empty parking space and kept the engine running. Jamal unlatched his seatbelt while keeping his eyes on me. I drank in the fullness of his lips, his broad shoulders and imagined my hands running over pecs that I knew where well defined.

“Aren’t you coming in?” he asked just like that. “Unless you think I’m going to bite you. I can’t promise that I won’t though.”

“Very funny, I am not your type, remember.”

“You think you know me well, don’t you?” he chuckled. “I might just surprise you Brooke Owens.”

“Oh please, you don’t fool me. Since high school, you wouldn’t be caught dead with a girl like me. Moreover, all this is because I challenged you.”

“Well, you got me there. Anyway, you must be hungry, so come in for a minute and we’ll rustle up a snack. I’m hungry.”

I release the seat belt. “I thought you’d lost your appetite.”

“I seem to have got it back somehow.” His eyes lingered on my lips before dropping to my breasts.

My pulse took off like a speeding train while my mind wandered into Jamal’s bedroom. A place I’d never been, but definitely a place I’d give anything to be in. picking up my purse from the back seat, I followed Jamal on gelatinous knees.

18 – Brooke

Beige and navy furniture. Very manly indeed. The large sofa sat on a bearskin rug in the center of the living room which opened up to the dining room and kitchen. Most people’s complete apartment could sit inside Jamal’s lower floor. There was a staircase leading to what I presumed to be his bedroom suite. I liked the open air feel of it, except that the place lacked any female touch.

White walls bearing a single painting. There were no cushions on the sofa as the backrest was padded. The center table was bare. Over to one corner was an entertainment center with a 47” television. Against another wall was a desk with computer.

“Nice digs,” I said, setting my purse on the glass top center table.

“Digs?” he laughed tossing his jacket on an armchair while loosening his tie.

Soon the tie joined the jacket on the chair and in that moment I was compelled to have Jamal take the rest of his clothes off. How I would accomplish that was yet to determine. But if he was feeling an iota of what I was feeling, my next move would prove to be the climax to our evening. Reaching behind me, I unzipped my dress and pushed it from my shoulders.

“Well, I like it,” I said, anticipating the moment he would turn around and see that I was wearing nothing beneath my dress.

He glanced over his shoulders at me as he moved towards the kitchen. Then he paused, his back straightening, then he whipped around to face me. His eyes widened as they cruised me from head to toe.

“What the…?” the words seem to hang mid-air.

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