The Price of Desire

Chapter 1

The sun peered from behind the hills when Tawny startled herself out of her sleep. Flustered, she felt around for her cell phone.

"Shit, it's already six," she murmured in a raspy voice.

She wrestled her arms and legs out of the sheets. The icy air of the morning hit her body and formed goosebumps on her skin. She battled with the weight of exhaustion as she searched for her clothes that were left scattered on the floor. As she shimmied her dress up past her hips, a man appeared, leaning against the bedroom door to watch her in amusement.

"How are you, baby?" he asked, smiling.

She paused to look at him, taken aback by his smooth, deep voice. For a second, she forgot the night they had together. The same voice cradled her in the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. His strength and passion to please her made her pussy ache for more.

He stood at 6'3" statuesque with tan brown skin. The sharp lines of his jawbone clenched as he bit his bottom lip. His warm brown eyes gazed at her, and she could feel herself sinking into his pools of warmth and ecstasy. He was almost too beautiful to stare at, but at the same time, hard to look away. He was a pretty boy for sure, and Tawny knew she was in over her head with a 25-year-old. She was almost a decade older, but she was more overwhelmed by the third leg he carried between his legs. She scanned his body as he stood there in all his naked glory.

"Yeah, I'm good." She responded, snapping back to reality. "Listen, I gotta go. I have a meeting at 8 and I gotta get back home to prepare. I'll call you later, okay?"

Before he could respond, she grabbed her keys and let herself out the door. She was glad to not have made any more eye contact to rip herself away from the dream she had to leave behind.

Tawny had already hit the freeway toward her job when her phone started to ring back to back.

"Girl, I'm on my way. I will make it on time. I had to make a pit stop at my house..." Tawny froze and knew she had fucked up at that instant.

"Pit stop? What do you mean? Weren't you at home last night? "Naomi responded.

Naomi was Tawny's manager's executive assistant and worked in the same department as her. She was a no-nonsense type of girl when it came to Tawny because she was also her best friend. Naomi knew Tawny was up to no good.

"Please don't tell me you were with that boy again. I thought you were gonna pull the plug on that." Naomi paused for a moment, but didn't want to wait for Tawny's explanation. "You know he's gonna mess up your whole situation. What if Malcolm catches you?" Naomi hesitated to say more. She knew Tawny was already contemplating what had happened.

"I dropped my car off at the valet. I'll see you in a few."

Tawny knew not to even let the drama mess up her opportunity for a promotion. She dedicated her career to Vivant Marketing for the past 3 years and she was ready to take on more responsibilities and make more money. She loved what she did. As a marketing major and business minor at Howard University, she made it her lifelong dream to work in fashion marketing.

Tawny commanded every room she walked in, and although she wasn't the prettiest; she was the most alluring. She stood 5'10 in heels and her hair was slicked in a neat top bun that complimented her powder blue suit from Zara. Her deep brown skin contrasted with her bright gap-tooth smile. She was slim and thick, which she thanked her fitness trainer for. Terrified of any form of surgery, she stuck to waist trainers that gave her the snatched look she wanted.

Tawny walked to the office zoned out to the click-clack of her heels echoing down the hall. Her body hit a sudden jolt as she bumped into a woman who didn't seem to be paying attention, either. The collision was so impactful that the woman's glasses fell on the floor with the lenses popped out of the frame.

"Damn!", the woman hissed. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. You'd think I'd be able to see better since I've gotten glasses." She let out an obnoxious laugh that startled Tawny. She tried to keep her face from showing her judgment.

"Don't apologize, I should've been paying attention, my damn self." She responded, embarrassingly. They exchanged smiles.

"Well, don't worry about my glasses. I can pop the lens back in. They're cheap." The lady grabbed the end of her shirt to wipe the lenses.

Tawny nodded as her focus moved back to the meeting she had to attend in a few minutes.

"Well, it was nice bumping into you. You have a great day," Tawny smiled as she hurried down to the meeting room.

Later on that day, Tawny and Naomi met up for lunch at a restaurant down the street from their work building.

"So what is it about this guy that got you going back every time?" Naomi stopped forking at her salad to look at Tawny. She focused on typing up a spreadsheet for the new project that her boss gave her the green light for during the meeting.

Tawny broke the silence. "How do you think we should go about conducting our survey? I want to do some research on who would be our ideal customers in the younger demographic." Tawny's eyes remained glued to her MacBook as she continued to type. The tapping of computer keys irritated Naomi, as she never believed that working harder made any difference. She was also more concerned about Tawny's life decisions.

Naomi continued. "Did you even hear me? You gotta take a real lunch break, and I need to know what it is about that guy. You know I love Malcolm..." Tawny darted her eyes at her.

"Girl, c'mon, for you. Since college, you guys have been together, and everybody was rooting for y'all to get married. Now everybody is rooting for y'all to have a baby..."

The word "baby" pierced through Tawny's chest.

"We're trying to have a baby." Tawny stopped to look at Naomi. "It's been hard with both of us working all the time." Tawny closed her laptop to continue.

"Look, I'm having fun right now. TC is like a second life for me. I'm a different person when I'm with him. He makes me feel sexy and feminine. Mookie doesn't do that for me." Tawny looked down at her food, wondering how she could say that. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she was in too deep.

Chapter 2

TC is the fantasy man. He takes care of his body, dresses nicely, and smells good all the time. He's smooth and respectful but is rough around the edges which make women attracted to him. Tawny figured that it was a persona he uses to get women. TC told her that she was the only one he was seeing at the moment.

"I'm a one-woman type of man, baby", he flashed his perfect smile back at her. She was always skeptical of that statement.

It was the night that changed everything for Tawny. She mentioned to TC that Malcolm would be out of town at work so he decided to take this opportunity to show Tawny a good time. He sent a special package delivered to her house that afternoon. When she removed the lid from the package, there lay a single red rose and a note on top of neatly wrapped tissue paper. She marveled at the black mystery box as she picked up the note to read it.

Meet me at my house at 7 pm. I hope you like what I picked out for you.

She unwrapped the tissue paper and her heart fluttered as she lifted the dress out of the box. The fabric unraveled and draped out on the carpet.

"No, he didn't," Tawny mumbled to herself as she continued to pull tissue paper out of the box.

Below the papers was a 3-piece black satin with gold chain detail lingerie set.

A smile crept up on her face as she admired the clothes, pleased with his great taste.

He knew what he wanted to see her in. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the black tight fabric pressed against her skin. It made her feel luxurious and expensive without trying too hard. The dress wrapped tightly around her waist and the neckline draped open at her chest, showing off enough cleavage. She tried on a pair of black strappy heels for the vision, satisfied as the hem stopped right at her calves.

"He's going to go crazy when he sees me in this."

She ran the palms of her hands down the sides of her body, admiring her curves. Her heart sank a little, unsure of what to expect. She was ashamed she felt this way, but for the first time in a long time, she also felt drop-dead gorgeous. She desired to be around someone who made her feel good. Tawny took her time getting ready that afternoon, fine-tuning every detail of her date night routine to ensure that her hair, nails, and skin were perfect.

Later that night, Tawny arrived at his house. The sun was only halfway through the horizon and blazed a deep orange as the warmth remained in the air and the heat moistened her deep brown skin. She rubbed vanilla-scented lotion on her arms and checked her teeth in the sun visor mirror. Tawny grabbed her purse and keys, shut her car door, and walked up to his driveway, which displayed two luxury cars and a motorcycle. She admired his house -- it looked small, but he had an amazing view of the city skyline from the hill. She knew he paid a pretty penny to live on this side of town. It was close to the sports arena and about 15 minutes away from the beach. Her mind ran around thinking about real estate and how she was dumb for not becoming a real estate agent. She rang the doorbell and patted her bob cut hair down smoothly. She knew she looked good, but she could admit to herself that she was nervous and was in desperate need of a glass of red wine to calm down. TC opened the door and greeted her with a wide grin.

"Wassup girl, I'm glad you made it. I didn't want to have to blow you up, but I wanted tonight to be a surprise." He let out a short laugh, pleased to see her at his doorstep.

"Well, I'm glad you invited me. It was all short notice, but I did my best," Tawny giggled and looked down at her dress.

TC smiled back, his eyes studying her body in the dress.

"Well, your best is damn near perfect. You look beautiful tonight." He placed his hand gently on the curve of her back as he guided her into the house. They hugged tightly, like old friends who have missed each other. Tawny inhaled sharply, startled at the closeness of his body against hers. She had no idea what she was thinking at that point. Tawny breathed in the fresh and woodsy scent of his cologne. She felt safe and comforted in his blanket of arms as she closed her eyes, finally giving in to him.

"Do you want a tour?" TC smiled as his eyes glimmered with excitement.

"Of course," Tawny smiled back as her eyes met his.

The house was as beautiful inside as it was on the outside. Tawny spun around to get a good view of the entrance hall. The ceiling opened up to the 2nd floor, which hung a beautiful rustic wooden chandelier. They started downstairs where the kitchen, living room, and gym were located. Each part of his house was accented with dark, sleek, and masculine colors and decorative pieces, which suited his GQ lifestyle. As you entered the living room, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling mural of what looked to be the Chicago skyline. Tawny looked around in amazement as he introduced each part of the house. He placed his hands gently around her waist as they walked through the dimly lit hallway and into the kitchen.

"You need to tell me, who designed and decorated your house? It looks like a home magazine in here." Tawny walked around the kitchen island, amazed at the quality.

"I got some connections and friends I work with in real estate," he replied.

Tawny nodded in reply.

She walked over to the table that had a beautiful candlelit dinner with a bouquet of red roses that matched the single red rose that she received in the package. Tawny was a foodie and was excited to taste what was in front of her. The dinner was a perfectly cooked filet mignonette topped with a savory mushroom pate with a side of roasted garlic garnished with asparagus and herb-roasted red potatoes. A bottle of 1988 Cabernet Sauvignon chilled to the side with two empty glasses. She looked at TC, who sat down at the table across from her, and smiled.

"This looks so good, TC," she breathed a sigh of contentment. The night couldn't be more perfect for her.

"I hope you enjoy it. I had my cook make it for us. She just left 5 minutes ago." TC beamed with pride.

Tawny unraveled her napkin and placed it on her lap. With her fork and knife, she cut a small slice of the steak and dipped it in the whipped butter topping. The flavor burst in her mouth as her eyes rolled back a little. She looked at him, impressed.

"TC, now you know I'm a foodie, right? This is so good babe."

The steak was juicy and tender and she married the sauces of the pate with the potatoes and the asparagus with garlic. Every bite sent her through a moment of satisfaction, and TC loved every moment of it.

He loved watching her lips move as she chewed her food and the way she held her fork and knife so delicately. He observed how her chest moved with her fork swirling around her plate and how she held the stem of her glass and sipped the wine gently through her juicy red lips. The dress clung to her breasts as her nipples poked an outline into the fabric. Her deep golden brown skin glistened in the semi-dimly lit table for two. TC enjoyed his view, but he realized he enjoyed her energy and presence even more. They talked and laughed together for moments in between each bite. Her laugh echoed in the room as her eyes lit up at his funny remarks. It satisfied TC to see she was satisfied. Towards the end of their meal, they enjoyed their talk about their jobs and shared stories of funny things that happened during the week. They could sit there for hours and talk about anything. Tawny, full of her delicious meal, took a sip of her wine.

Her mood turned as the thought of Malcolm shifted her back into reality and TC saw the change in her face.

"Let me show you upstairs baby," he grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her seat.

He hugged her passionately as he gripped his hands around her ass and squeezed it firmly.

"Hmm, you look so damn good in this dress," TC rumbled deep in her ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his body.

"You have good taste TC."

As Tawny followed him through the house, her steps grew slower. Her body tried to stay composed as she fought her high heels up each step up to the second floor of the house. TC held her hand firmly and guided her body for her as they made it safely to the top floor.

At that moment, they locked eyes and for weeks of friendship melted away, they both knew that their desire for each other had reached its peak. Tawny was ready to pour out her desire on TC that night. At least that was what the liquid courage was telling her.

As she entered the bedroom with him, her eyes immediately landed on the bed. It was a King bed fitted with light Grey silk sheets and a dark gray tufted comforter. His room was dark, professional, and masculine, with shades of browns and grays all throughout the room. TC dimmed the lights and closed the door. Tawny slowly strolled to the fireplace, her hand caressing her opposite arm, her eyes lit from the dim amber glow. He met her with his hands, holding her arms from behind, and placed soft kisses on her skin. TC kissed her skin as if each kiss was a treat to him. He savored every moment his lips touched her warm skin as he inhaled the honey vanilla scent that lingered on her collarbone. He restrained himself from licking her because he didn't want to appear strange, but he craved to place his tongue in places she probably never had been licked before. As he made his way from her hand up her arms to her shoulders, he unzipped the side of her dress. He pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and let gravity slide the dress down to her feet. A cool breeze appeared to give Tawny goosebumps as he stepped back to admire the lingerie set he had bought her. The lace bra was open cut, which showed off her voluptuous breast and perky brown nipples. The garter belt accentuated her waist and linked to the garters that were wrapped around each beautiful brown thigh. Her strapped heels wrapped up her ankles as she stood there looking back at him, waiting for his response. She looked as delicious as she smelled and TC knew at that moment he was ready for dessert.

"Mmmm," TC rumbled as he led her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

He knelt down in front of her, his hands firm on her waist as he continued to kiss her chest, admiring her smell and softness. As he made his way down to her breast, he started to wrap his tongue around her hard nipples. The heat from his mouth and the coolness in the air drove Tawny wild with lust. She let out a quiet moan, and it signaled TC to cup her left breast as he started to suck on her nipple. He laid her on her back and went back for some more. His appetite for breasts was like none other as stuffed his mouth full, continuing to swirl, suck and bite. He'd stop for air just to rub her breasts, squeezing them together and massaging the nipples till they got hard again.

It sent Tawny through a whirlwind as she grabbed the sheets. Her body warmed up and she could feel her pussy soaking through her panties. TC's body hovered over hers and leaned his lips into her lips. She noticed his lips were smooth and full like pillows. Their tongues whirled and swirled together as they explored each other's bodies with their hands, infatuated with the freedom to experience the pleasure between them. TC broke away for a moment and bent his head down closer to the floor as his face met her feet, which dangled off the bed. He unwrapped the straps from around her ankles and slid both heels off. TC pressed her heel into his nose and dragged her foot down his face till his tongue made its way to her toes. He licked the meaty part on the tips of her toes and dipped his tongue in between the crevices. The big toe made its way into his mouth as he wrapped his lips tightly, sucking on the toe in and out of his mouth. He closed his eyes, heightened by the feeling of her cool skin against his tongue. TC continued to sink his mouth down on each toe as her toes wiggled in his mouth. Tawny looked at him with curiosity and arousal as she's never had a man lick her feet before. She was so used to the routine vanilla sex she had with Malcolm that she felt empowered as she sat on the bed and watched him enjoying her size 9 feet.

His warm caramel eyes met hers as he made his way back up her body, kissing her calves, knees, and thighs. As his hand caressed her inner thigh, he spread her legs open. He grabbed her further down the bed to pull her thong off and threw it on the floor. Tawny's body tensed up from the breath of air that hit her clit as TC got a close-up view of her wet pussy. His tongue pressed firmly against the tip of her clit as he rubbed up into the hood and back down. The warmth of his mouth engulfed her whole pussy, and he started sucking, licking, and smacking every part of her moist pussy from top to bottom. TC dipped his tongue in her, curved it, and started rubbing her g spot. Tawny felt how deep his tongue slid in her as he popped her pussy with every tongue flick, making sure to lick every bit of her wetness. Tawny gasped for air and her legs began to shake as TC's strength kept her legs spread open on the bed. The force of his body made her quiver, letting out moan after moan. His tongue was in sync with her body as he controlled every moan with his strong ass tongue. He moved his tongue up to the pink of her clit and started flicking it quickly, his head nodding in every direction, his nose breathing in her scent and his lips kissing her lips.

"Oh shit, baby," Tawny let out as she grabbed his head.

He kept rubbing his tongue faster and stopped right before she was going to cum. As he left her right at the edge of her orgasm, he got up and started stripping off his clothes to get more comfortable. She lay there watching him get undressed like he was unwrapping her present. Her eyes begged him for more. TC's body was beautiful, just as she hoped it would be, as she tried to get an idea of what it looked like while he was wearing clothes.