Always Bet On Black Ch. 03

"I'm fine," she scoffs. "I just need to get up and go." She falls back again.

"I'm getting you to the hospital," I demand - she tries to stop me. "It's your call - we go to the hospital or we go to my suite." She chooses my suite, and I agree - I grab Chaz's keys and hand him another bill for a taxi - this one a $50 bill. This time, however, the bouncer is a bit more helpful in getting Cherise out to Chaz's Porsche. I guess if it involves lugging people around, he's all good, but he doesn't know a damn thing about helping anybody.

We get Cherise into the passenger seat and get her to my suite, along the way stopping to get her some Gatorade. She asks me for a Red Bull and I scold her - no more of that.

I help her into my suite - she's feeling better by now and already her thoughts are shifting back to business. I need to put a stop to that. "You're staying here tonight," I demand. "If you won't take care of yourself, then damnit, I guess I have to do it for you."

"I'm fine," she scoffs once again - of course, when she goes to get up, she gets dizzy, and soon she falls asleep. So I text Chaz to find out their itinerary for Seattle - the flight leaves at 9:30 tomorrow. So I answer: "Count Cherise out. Sorry to waste the tickets but she's too sick to go."

Needless to say, Cherise isn't pleased about this - but I tell her it's done. "You trust Chaz and Monet enough to put them in these important positions; let them do their jobs."

"You don't understand," she retorts. "I was planning to go through Portland on the way back. I need to take care of some business at my home office."

"Why is your home office still in Portland?" I ask. "Wouldn't it make more sense to bring it here?"

"That's home for me, Dave," she replies. "I'm probably going back there soon."

"I really hope you don't." Well, here goes, I guess. "I want you to understand why I left the company. It wasn't just because I thought you were going to fire me." I was iffy on that at best even when Monet said it, even if she considered it. "It's just...after that night at your apartment, I saw a side of you I really, really...loved. And I knew at that point we couldn't just stay what we were. Friends with benefits - for me, after that, it was everything or nothing." I pause. "And that's still how I feel."

She pauses. She doesn't speak for what seems like forever - it's actually painful. I guess I've pushed all my chips into the center - either I lose them all and Cherise and I never want to see each other again, or I get everything. Or something else - not every bet is a win-or-lose proposition.

"Look, Dave," she begins. "My ex and I had a bad breakup. I really thought I was going to marry the guy." I guess I can't be surprised - we both almost got married. "I never wanted to go through that again. So I threw myself into my work. I became the cool girl. I hooked up with guys. I went out to strip clubs. It made me money."

"But the truth is, Dave," she continues, "I avoided it because I didn't want to fuck it up. I mean, it's fun being the cool girl. But I don't have anyone to share it all with. Even Monet wanted more. I figured out I didn't know what I wanted. So here I was, with a guy who actually turned down a threesome because of me, and I didn't know how to handle it."

There's a strong silence between us at this moment. If I tried to cut the tension with a knife, it would get stuck. I don't even know where to go from here.

"I have an idea then," I interject. "You need to go to Portland, right?" She does. "I'd like to help you with a few things while you're there, so let's go together. I'd love to help you move some of your work here to Las Vegas."

"I don't know, Dave," she replies. "I like this city, but I don't know if it's home."

"Who says it's home for me?" I ask back. "Who says home is where you're born? Home is where you make it. I make it here, or I'm trying to. Besides," and here goes, "I've said my peace. And if it's all right with you," I pause, inhaling deeply, "while I'm in Portland, I'd like to meet my girlfriend's mom."

It doesn't hit her at first. The words, the gamble, the crazy talk - she seems to process it slowly.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to swoon and fall over and just shout, 'oh Dave,' and fall into your arms?" Shit. "I'm not that kind of girl. But you know what?" Umm, not-shit? "I can't be the cool girl who hooks up and lives off business trips and Red Bull forever. Besides, if there's a guy for me, I'm sure it's the one who knew I was innocent when your bitch of a mother had me arrested. Fuck, even Monet thought I was selling drugs." So she finally sees it my way on the Red Bull. Score one for Dave. And two since I'm totally with her one the whole 'my mom's a psycho bitch' thing. "So if you want me, I'm yours."

"Just one question," I interrupt. "This doesn't mean our sex life turns boring, right?"

Cherise grins wryly. "Want to find out?" She doesn't have to ask me twice - without hesitation, I take her in my arms.

I kiss her - passionate, deep, sustained, and perfect. I've been waiting for this for a long time. I think momentarily to the last time Cherise and I had sex - at her apartment after the most wonderful night of my life.

Cherise is even less patient than I am - she undoes my shirt buttons faster than I thought was possible, and the next thing I know, I have her bra and top off. Her breasts are still as amazing as I remember them - she's lost a little weight, presumably from poor self-care, but she'll be back to her curvaceous glory just as soon as I sink my claws in her again. Besides, Cherise at her worst is still a thousand times hotter than just about any other woman at her best.

Cherise undoes my belt and pulls off my pants, ad soon enough she has me to my boxers. I pull her jeans off in one singular motion, not even getting a chance to look at what she has on underneath - just by feel alone, though, it's one of her trademark g-strings.

I stand up and head to the bed, but Cherise wraps her beautiful body around me - so I hold onto her ass as I carry her over, Damn, I love that ass of hers - so round, so perfect.

As we reach the bed, she pins me down - not messing around a bit, she straddles my cock as my legs hang over the bed. I have her in a perfect position - and judging my her moans, she has me in one too. Damn I missed this.

Cherise starts doing all the work, bouncing her gorgeous ass as she rides my throbbing cock. She presses her breasts into my chest once again, and I'm in heaven.

I'm kissing her deeply as she fucks me, our tongues stroking one another, never seeming to get enough. Our bodies entwined, pressed together, in the most perfect moment, my hands grabbing her perfect ass - it couldn't be more perfect.

And damn, can Cherise fuck. She has me right on edge but not ready to go over for what feels like hours. I'll never know how she can keep my cock, which is begging for its sweet release, right on the verge but not to cum so damn quickly, even after a month-plus of no sex.

Finally she breaks the kiss and pins down my shoulders, and her previously muffled moans reach a new intensity - this can only mean one thing. I grab onto her ass as hard as I can and squeeze it, pulling her closer to me.

And at this point she's screaming, bouncing on my cock faster and faster as I grip her ass cheeks as if my life depends on it. And finally I feel myself ready to join her in ecstasy as my entire body feels an eruption of pleasure.

I loosen my grip on Cherise as she does the same, finally feeling that sweet release as I fill her with cum. I instantly feel a rush of pleasure and exhaustion come over me as I collapse flat on the bed, no strength left.

Soon Cherise softens her moans and joins me there, her perfect body pressed on top of mine. I gather enough strength to put my arms around her back, holding her in an embrace I never want to let go of.

Cherise is mine. Finally, after all this song and dance, the business talks and the fucking on the sly, we're finally one - in every way I can imagine. And to think we had to separate ourselves to do it.

After a few minutes that seem like hours pass, Cherise finally switches positions, leaving me spooning with her. I see her take a sip of the Gatorade she has on her bed, but other than that, she just lays there. We don't really say anything. We don't need to.

I figure we'll tell Chaz and Monet in the morning, and then we'll book a flight to Portland over the weekend. But for now, everything's as it should be. I'm lying here in bed with the most wonderful woman in the world. And I couldn't be happier.

Cherise switches off the light as I continue to hold her close, both our heads on one of the pillows and no clothes between us. I sense she's drifting off to sleep, so I lean up to whisper in her ear.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I whisper. "I just wish this night didn't have to end." She agrees. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dave," she whispers, and soon she's off to sleep, as am I.

(Summerlin area, Dave and Cherise's house, Sunday morning, six months later)

I look at the clock again and check my phone - and listen across the hall. I'm sure we have more time than what I'm allotting, but then again, I'm really looking forward to this.

'This.' of course, is the first real vacation I've been on since I was 18 - if you don't count my bachelor party, and I don't since I count that as a business trip. Our flight leaves in five hours, and we have a lot to do before our plane take off - for Maui.

I'm not waiting on packed bags or anything. I'm waiting on our guests, including the one who's staying with us. We couldn't get our parents out for our housewarming party, so we got them out now before our vacation. So right now we have a house guest - Sandy, Cherise's sweetheart of a mom.

We would have Dad here, but he's never been to Las Vegas and wanted the whole experience. For just him, our other guest room or even a cheap room would be enough, but he's really trying to pull out the stops. He has to - he hasn't been in the dating pool since college, and this one's a keeper.

I snap back from my thoughts as the shower turns off - Cherise steps out, soaking wet in all her naked glory. Damn, looking at her still gets me going even after six months of dating.

I grab the towel for her and help her get dried off - thankfully I'm still just in my boxers, waiting until the last minute to get dressed, as I often do at home. As I do, I kiss her sweetly, distracting her so I can toss the towel aside and do what I really want to do with her.

However, as I grope her ass and reach a little lower, she stops me. "Are you crazy? My mom's right next door. She'll hear something. Besides, your dad and his girlfriend will be here any minute." That last part isn't true - they're still getting ready - but I decide to back down just to keep the peace. But damn, I'm fucking horny. Cherise told me no last night because she was tired - we haven't had sex in two days, which is an eternity for us.

So I decide to distract myself with some television while she gets ready - unless she has somewhere to be, Cherise has become very low-maintenance, so it shouldn't take long.

Then I hear her from the bathroom. "Honey, can you come in here? I want to see how this shirt looks on you." That's strange - she never dresses me. But OK then.

I stroll into the bathroom, looking at the counter - no shirt. Not sure what the hell she's doing.

And before I have time to react, she's dropped to her knees in front of me. She pulls down my boxers and grabs my cock in her hand. Damn, this is way better than trying on a shirt - and she seems to agree, as she eagerly stroked and licks the head of my cock to get it hard.

She succeeds - quickly - and takes it in her mouth. I lean against the counter as she gets to work.

She takes as much as she can handle, cupping my ass cheeks as she works over my shaft with her expert mouth. This is far from the first time she's sucked my cock, but it's the first time she's pulled a surprise blowjob move.

"Damn, baby," I moan as I guide her head - weakly, since she's firmly established she's in control. "Fuck, this is good." I try to keep my voice down, biting my lip a little because I know Sandy's in the other room. Fortunately, over a year of sneaking around the office has made me an expert at muffling my moans.

Her tongue strokes my shaft quickly and expertly, and she even takes me deep in her mouth - yes, within seconds, she's deepthroating me. And she's doing a hell of a job, not even coming up for air.

At this point, I guide her head more forcefully as she works me over, and soon she has my whole body shaking. I'm totally hers at this point. Her fingers dig deeper into my ass cheeks as she strokes my cock head quickly, leaving me on the verge of a glorious orgasm.

I don't last much longer. Soon I'm biting my lip, keeping myself from screaming, and looking at her totally lost as she finishes me off. Soon my body is overcome by intense pleasure as I begin filling Cherise's mouth with my cum. I don't notice her tongue doing its work at this point; all I can think about is how incredible she is - and how I so badly want to scream.

But I don't, and soon she finishes her work, swallowing everything I give her and licking my shaft clean. She smiles, and then she stands up and brushes her teeth without a word. I just look at her smiling, admiring her beautiful ass and her naked body, and see her finish brushing.

"I couldn't leave you hanging like that," she flips as she kisses me with a fresh mouth, still naked. "Now as much as I hate to do it, let's get dressed and get ready for breakfast. I'm cooking." The best thing she's said all day - bearing in mind she gave me the blowjob without a word.

We quickly get dressed - Cherise puts on a matching blue bra and g-string at my suggestion, and over top of it a pair of tight Daisy Dukes and a tank top. Around the house, this is dressed up for her - yes, in the business world, she's very buttoned-up, but when she lets her hair down, the less she has to wear, the better. And since Cherise has never been even a bit disloyal to me since we started dating, I have no reason to object and every reason to love the liberated part-time nudist she is now.

We're to the kitchen with Cherise preparing one of her world-famous omelettes when the doorbell rings - it's Dad, of course, and he has his new girlfriend in tow. Her name is Angie, and she's exactly the kind of woman whose presence in Dad's life would be sure to piss off Mom to no end - she's 35, a realtor, very career-oriented, has an IQ of 132, and she speaks fluent Korean.

She's also fifteen years younger than Dad, and from looking at her, I see exactly what Dad sees in her - she's tall, takes great care of herself, and is absolutely gorgeous. She's not as beautiful as Cherise, even to the casual observer, but she's definitely more than attractive enough to make Dad a lucky man. And she's willing to move with him - they agreed on San Diego, about five hours away from Las Vegas.

The kicker, of course, is that Angie is black. Like father, like son, I guess, except Dad followed my example - dump the cheating bitch, let her face the consequences of her actions, and live the good life with a beautiful black woman on his arm. I'm just sorry he had to put up with Mom for so long - yes, she's my mother, yada yada, but let's be honest - Angie is a lot more fun than Mom. She's also smarter, funnier, and can keep up with me and Dad when we talk about business and money. Mom's only contribution to such a conversation is typically to scold us for being so business-minded and try to redirect it back to church and home functions.

But enough about the woman who wouldn't be here - I have guests to entertain. "l can't get over what a nice house this is," quips Angie, who's been in it only twice on the trip - she and Dad have spent a lot of time on the Strip. "And this is your first place, Dave? Wow. I'm impressed."

"Not as impressed as I am with that car out there," chimes in Dad. "What is that thing?"

"A Lambo," I reply - Lamborghini Roadster, cherry red, to be exact. It's Cherise's, of course, and it's not her everyday car. "It's hard to go back to my own car after getting behind the wheel of that bad boy." Even if mine is a Mercedes.

"I wish I could have lived the dream at 24," laments Dad. "Well, at least I can live it at 50."

"Yeah, you put up with Mom for way too long," I counter.

"I know," he replies as Cherise begins to serve us - she has an apron on over her tank top reading "Chef" in fancy lettering. "And there were lots of times I thought about leaving. But I stuck it out because I knew I could be a good husband and a better father for doing so." Or because Mom threatened to take him to the cleaners in court. "But I left when it was time. And I like to think I got rewarded for it." He says this as he puts his arm around a smiling Angie.

"I'm just really glad your ex has a restraining order, though," interjects Angie - turns out there's more to Mom's sentence than what I already knew. She's spent the last six months in jail and she stands to get out in two weeks, the day after Cherise and I get back from Maui. Honestly, I've been dreading it - but once Dad filled me in on the details of her probation, I relaxed. It turns out she can't contact me, Cherise, Dad, or anyone connected with us for five years. So one threatening message to Angie and her ass goes back to jail. It must piss her off so much not to be able to say anything, especially since she can't even make the crack about how Dad just wanted to leave her for a black woman anymore - because that's exactly what Dad did.

"So you guys are going to Maui?" Dad fires back, trying to change the subject.

"We leave this afternoon, The flight's about six hours so we'll be there in the evening Hawaii time." Hawaii's three hours behind us, so our 3:10 flight would land about 6:30 local time.

"And Sandy, you head back to Portland today?" She does, although she's none too pleased about it - she's grown spoiled staying with us and is already booking a return for July.

"I don't want to come across as the nagging mother," interjects Sandy after a while, "but I do have to ask - do you have plans for marriage?"

This was bound to come up. "No, not really,"coolly replies Cherise as she puts her hand in my lap. "I think Dave and I like our relationship just the way it is. Besides, marriage is so much paperwork. I do enough of that already." Good answer for me, I think.

The rest of breakfast seems to go pretty well, and it's almost noon by the time we agree to break it off. We say our goodbyes to Dad and Angie, who are off to their new dream home in San Diego, while Cherise and I head upstairs to get our last-minute things.

As I grab the bag, the door closes - and Cherise looks at me seductively. "Ready to go again, stud?" I look at her a little quizzically - she's serious. "We have time for a quickie before the car gets here. You in?"

I fling off my shirt and drop my shorts, and I tear the apron off her as we frantically get undressed. As I kiss her, I undo her blue bra, one that her breasts filled perfectly, and pull down her g-string. Even after getting a blowjob two hours ago, I'm hard as a rock for her again.

I throw her over the bed, her legs spread, and I pull her closer to me - she's face-down, flat on her stomach, and I'm in total control of her.

I grab her ass and feel down to her pussy - she's as ready as I am - and slip my cock in, holding onto her hips as she softly moans at being penetrated.

This time, I'm in control as I thrust into her hard and fast, not taking it easy on her at all. I grab onto her hips and ass as I ride her, holding her as tightly as I can and making sure she's totally at my command - and she knows it. And judging by her increasing screams, she loves it.