Perfect Distraction

Phil’s silence persists. You are beginning to get annoyed. “Baby, I love you”, you murmur. “I love you too Baby Girl”, he quickly responds. Once again, you squeeze him tight and kiss the top of his head. “Do you forgive me, Baby?”. Silence once again falls on the room. ‘Ok. He’s not answering me on purpose’, you decide. You sit up. Phil doesn’t look the least bit surprised. His lips are still sealed. You sit with your back against the headboard and cross your arms. Phil stands and begins to put on his clothes. “It’s getting late Nikki. I know you’re exhausted from work so I’ll let you get your rest”. ‘So, he’s really NOT going to address the elephant in the room right now?’, you think fuming. You are so pissed you have to take a deep breath before you speak. “So, you aren’t staying?”, you ask half-heartedly. At this point you don’t want him to stay anyway. Fully dressed, he sits on the edge of the bed next to you and sighs. “Baby Girl, I think it’s better if I go”. You agree. “You know what? You’re right! You should go. That’s probably best. I wouldn’t want you laying your head next to someone that you don’t trust”. Phil sighs, “Nikki it’s not like that…”, you cut him off. “Philip, I honestly don’t care. I’m trying, I really am. I broke your trust, I get that but you not being able to forgive me…”, your voice cracks and fat tears drop from your eyes. You look away, unable to finish your sentence. “Baby Girl…”, Phil starts rubbing your arms. You pull away from him and stand up. You grab your robe and walk out of the room. “Philip, you’re right. I’m tired from work, you need to go”. Phil walks up behind you and attempts to kiss you but you walk away and cover your face. Tears are streaming and you can’t stop them. “Fine. Good night”, he says as the door closes behind him. You sit on the couch and cry into a pillow for what seems like hours. After a little while, you sit up and try to get yourself together. You have a massive headache. Your phone alerts. It’s a text from Philip. ‘Baby Girl, I DO luv U’. “Whatever”, you say aloud tossing your phone to the side. Just as the phone hits the back of the couch, there’s a knock at the door. ‘He’s really trying my patience’, you think to yourself as you walk over to the door and swing it open ready to let Phil have it. You nearly lose your breath as you see Bruno standing on the other side of door.

You are so caught off guard, you can’t even speak. Bruno smiles at you. His smile quickly dissipates as he realizes that you’ve been crying. Grabbing you as he pushes his way into the room, he asks, “Nikki, what’s wrong?!”. It feels so good to be in his arms right now. You just wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head and asks again softly, “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”. “I’m not hurt. I’m ok”. He steps back slightly and gives you a smirk. He knows you’re lying. “I saw Phil’s car peeling outta the parking lot Nikki. What happened?”. You break his embrace and walk toward the window. Bruno wraps his arms around you from behind. “I don’t wanna talk about it Bruno. Ok?”, you say turning to face him. “Ok”, he answers understandingly. “Well, what do you want to talk about?”, he asks smirking. His dimples are playing peek-a-boo and it’s causing your love to moisten. You step into him and lightly lick those perfect dents pressed into his cheeks. “Oh, ok”, he smiles. “I hear you. I think we can have that discussion”. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss those perfect lips. He smiles at you as his hands untie your robe and let it fall freely on to the floor. His hands are cold as they caress your body and you jump. “Sorry”, he laughs. His hands soon make their way to your waist, hips and thighs. Bruno has you pressed up against the window. The world is about to see a private show and to be very honest, you don’t care. You begin to unbutton his pants. That carrot is released as his pants hit the floor. He steps out of them and quickly pulls off his shirt. He smiles at you as he steps into you and begins kissing your neck and nibbling your left ear. The moisture raining from your love could water a garden. A twinge of guilt stings your cheeks as Bruno lifts you onto his hardness. “What’s wrong Baby?”, Bruno whispers noticing your body stiffen. “Nothing B”, you respond all the while thinking to yourself, ’This is so wrong Nicole’. That carrot is equipped with GPS and has no problem locating your G-spot. ‘Fuck it! If Phil won’t forgive me I might as well enjoy myself’, you reason. You begin pushing your wetness up and down on that carrot. “Oh shit! There’s my Baby. Mmmmm just like thattttttttttt”, Bruno moans sensing the change in your demeanor. You want more. You hop down off that carrot and back your pretty, round brown on to it. “Hell yes!”, Bruno says excitedly. Pressing your hands against the window he begins hitting your love from behind. With each thrust, you grind deep and Bruno can’t help but moan. You are in complete control of your orgasm and can’t wait to drive him over the edge. Tightening your walls around his hardness you grind in circles on that carrot. Bruno’s knees begin to shake. “Ah fuck!”, Bruno murmurs as you feel him jerk. You quickly turn around, plant a quick kiss on his lips and drop to your knees. Taking that entire carrot into your mouth, you nearly gag. Bruno let’s out the deepest, sexiest moan and it’s making your love tremble. As you are sucking and licking that carrot, Bruno is losing it. “NIKKI…AH FUCK…NIKKI…” You smile and keep going. His carrot jerks as you lick the tip and lightly suck the head of that carrot. “OOOHHHH…SHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT. DON’T STOPPPPPPPP”, he pleads as he literally melts in your mouth. He slides down onto the floor in a completely satisfied, fine ass, butter pecanrican puddle. Bruno’s eyes are closed. You are pretty sure he’s about to fall asleep so you grab some pillows and arrange them on the floor. You pull your robe across the two of you as Bruno holds you tight. Kissing you he admits, “I swear to God, that was the best sex I’ve EVER had”. You chuckle. Snuggling into him, you whisper, “Are you happy Baby?”. You feel his body stiffen a little. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that”, realizing what you just said. Holding you tighter, he whispers in your right ear, “Very”. You smile as within minutes, you hear him snoring.

The next morning, you wake up on the floor and Bruno is gone. You sigh as you roll on to your back and wipe the sleep from your eyes. ‘Nicole, when are you ever gonna learn to leave his ass alone?’, you ask yourself. Before you can start wallowing in your self loathing, the door opens and Bruno walks in with two big cups of coffee and a large bag from Panera. You smile surprisingly. Bruno sets everything on the kitchen table. He squats down in front of you and kisses you softly. “Thought I left, didn’t you?”, he asks with a dimpled filled smile. Your guilty smile gives away your thoughts. Laughing Bruno says, “Baby, after last night, I’d walk to a farm, get the eggs from the hen house, slaughter a pig to hand make your bacon after making your biscuits from scratch.” “Stop it B!”, you laugh as you pull on your robe. Pulling you close by your robe’s belt he kisses you and says, “You my love, are more than worth it”. You are blushing hard and can’t hide it. Bruno holds you close, very close. It feels so good, you nearly forget that everything about it is wrong. As if on cue, your phone rings, it’s Phil. You kiss B and ignore the call. The call goes to voicemail as the two of you sit down to breakfast. Bruno hands you your coffee. “I didn’t know what type of coffee you liked so I just got you a latte”. You smile, “Thanks B”. “Is that ok?”, he asks unknowingly. Before you can answer, your phone rings again. It’s Phil. Bruno smiles at you, “You, ah, want me to get that for you?”. You smirk, “Latte’s are fine. My favorite coffee is caramel macchiato with whip cream instead of foam. I don’t like foam”. “Ok, that’s nice but you do know that if you don’t answer your phone, he’s going to show up at your door”, Bruno states. You aren’t hungry anymore so you get up. “I’m going to shower”. “So, you’re just going to ignore him…”. You cut Bruno off, “Look you can continue to blab about Philip or you can join me in the shower”. You drop your robe in the middle of the floor and walk into the bathroom. Before your foot touches the cool tile of the bathroom floor, Bruno has his arms around you. You smile slyly. He turns you to face him. Brushing the hair from your face, he says, “I know you’re using me as a distraction Nikki”. You smirk. “Is that a problem?”, you ask as you drop to your knees and unzip his pants. You pull that carrot out from its hiding place and begin to lick it like a lollipop. Bruno moans, “Mmmmm. Do you hear me complaining?”. You lick up and down the shaft until that carrot is hard enough to cut through steel. You rise up and wink at B as you start the shower. You step inside and pull him in, fully clothed. He doesn’t even attempt to resist. You drop back down to your knees to finish the job (pun intended). You suck that carrot like it’s the last bottle of water on Earth. “Jesus Christ”, he whispers as you taste that creamy center flowing down your throat. You stand and smile with pride. He shakes his head. “Got damn Nikki”, is all he can say as you unbutton his wet shirt. Once he’s undressed you start rubbing your addiction. You want more. You grab a washcloth and lather it up with body wash. You start to “wash him clean”. He smiles, “This feels good. Let me return the favor”. He grabs your ‘puff’ and lathers it up. He starts gently circling your chest, paying close attention to your breasts. In fact, he uses his fingers to rub your nipples, ensuring they are clean. Your love drips every time he touches your nipples. You moan, “Mmmmmmm”. Smiling, he continues to wash your stomach then slowly moves down to your love. Dropping the ‘puff’, he decides to use his hand to rub, rub, rub your clit. Your body trembles as the back of your head hits the shower wall. Kissing you, he continues. Stepping into you, he inserts two fingers into your love. His thumb rubs your clit as those two, thick ass fingers, slowly move in and out of your love. Your body is on fire despite the cool temperature of the shower. His tongue quickly finds your nipples. Licking and sucking them until you come all over his hand. He doesn’t stop. Your body is bucking wildly as you scream and come harder a second time. You take a few deep breaths and open your eyes. Bruno is looking at you with an evil grin as he licks his fingers. “Bruno…”, you whisper as your body continues to tremble. It’s difficult to speak without stuttering. “Damn”, is all you can say. You both realize that the water is now ice cold and decide to step out of the shower. You reach for your towel but Bruno snatches it from you. “I…don’t…think…so…I’m not done with you”, he smiles devilishly. He pushes you against the shower doors and shows you NO MERCY. He enters you with such force, the shower doors rattle. “AH…”, escapes your lips as he caresses your neck with his right hand and squeezes your hip with his left. His thrusts are stealing your breath. Your love is in full spasm. He’s in COMPLETE control of you right now and he knows it. Smirking, he nibbles on your right earlobe and whispers, “What’s my name?”. You murmur immediately, “Bruuuuunnnnoooooo” as you bang on the shower doors. He continues thrusting in your love tightening his grip on your hip. “Whose is it?”, he whispers next. You smile devilishly but don’t answer. “Is it mine?”, he tries again thrusting harder. You can feel the fire erupt below and you’re not sure you can contain it, however, you still don’t say a word. He stops and spins you around. You are face to face. Smiling he says, “You may belong to him but this pussy is MINE!”. Lifting you onto his manhood, you begin bouncing up and down on that carrot like a pogo stick. Leaning your back on the shower door he bangs your love with such force you nearly lose your mind. You grab the towel bar for leverage and grind. You rock back and forth as he continues to thrust in your love. With his last thrust, you both explode with such force, your body is weakened. You can barely hold on to B. Bruno holds you tight as you stand, legs wobbling like a newborn deer. You lay your head on his sweaty chest and smile just as you hear a knock at the front door. “Baby Girl, it’s me. Open up”. You sigh and look up at B. You can barely move, let alone speak. Kissing the top of your head Bruno whispers, “I told you”. You muster up all the strength you have and stand on your own two feet. You wobble out into the living area in search of your robe. Bruno is several steps behind you watching. He’s very much amused as you stumble around. “Nikki, please. We need to talk”, Phil says through the door. You take a deep breath and say, “Ph…Phil, we don’t have anything to talk about”. You put on your robe and tie it tight as Bruno leans against the window watching. You head toward the door. “Nikki…”, Phil starts. You open the door leaving the chain latched. “What do you want Philip”, you ask trying not to look like you just had the life fucked out of you. “Baby Girl, I wanna talk”, he says looking deep into your eyes. “Really?”, you ask. “Because you didn’t have a lot to say the last time you were here”, you continue. “I know and I’m sorry. I should have handled it differently”, he tries to explain. “Philip it doesn’t matter”, you stop because you feel Bruno behind you. You clear your throat and try to continue. “I understand why you don’t trust me but it hurts that you can’t forgive me”, you swallow hard as Bruno slides your robe up to your hips and rubs your love. You close your eyes and pray Bruno stops. He doesn’t. “Nikki, I know you’re upset but if you just let me come in and explain…”, “NO!”, you say loudly as Bruno slides the tip of that carrot into your love. Phil assumes that ‘NO’ was meant for him. He looks down at the floor defeated. “Look Nikki, I’m sorry. Please just let me in and we can talk it out”, he pleads. Bruno is teasing your love with the tip of that carrot, lightly grinding as you try to maintain your composure. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip murmuring, “Oh my God, please just stop”. Phil looks so hurt but what can you do? Bruno is deep inside your love and you are about to lose it. “Baby Girl, I love you”, Phil says with sincerity in his eyes. Bruno is circling in your love and you can’t concentrate. “Oh my God! Please just leave me alone”, you whisper to Bruno but Phil hears and assume you are talking to him. “Ok. I understand’, he acknowledges sadly as he turns and leaves. You close the door feeling like shit for the way that went down. You wanna beat the hell outta Bruno but before you can, he carries you over to the coffee table and lays you on your back. Spreading your legs wide, he re-enters you and circles so deep in your love you forget what you were mad about. You push your love against his strong desire as he thrusts. The beads of sweat from his forehead are dripping onto your breasts. That carrot GPS has homed in on your G-spot and is going in for the attack. You are screaming as you squirt all over him. “Jesus Bruno! I’m sorry Baby”. He smiles, “Don’t be. I love when I make you come like that. Let’s me know I’m doing my job”. Kissing you, he pins your legs back behind your head and does push ups in and out of your love. You scream out in tortuous bliss. He pushes so deep his thighs tremble. He’s about to lose it. He slows his pace. “Baby, are you ok?”, you ask.  He kisses you gently and whispers, “I’m about to be”. His pace quickens and you feel him tremble as he releases his desire within your walls. Laying his head on your chest, he sighs deeply. You are both exhausted. Bruno holds you in his arms while you both stumble to bed. You are floating as Bruno folds his arms around you. You are drifting off into a blissful, post coidial coma when Bruno whispers, “I love you Nikki”. Barely conscious, you whisper back, “I love you too…Philip”.