Page 4 of The Best Man: Unfinished Business

She appeared, standing in the bedroom doorway, hair in a ponytail and body in Harper’s favorite Westmore University T-shirt.

Faded and stretched, it had a neckline that hung low, exposing her naked shoulder.

The rest draped to only barely cover the remainder of her seductive hourglass shape.

The outline of her nipples revealed that absolutely nothing was underneath.

The undercurve of her ass peeked out from below the hem as she leaned backward to turn the light off behind her.

“I watched the whole segment. And you were brilliant, ” she purred.

Bailey advanced toward him seductively until she was so close that he could smell her minty breath.

With outstretched arms, she embraced him tightly against her and planted her full lips on his.

Harper’s own body responded despite the protest of his mind, reminding him of the two cooling lattes still on the counter—one for his work, and the other to say a polite goodbye to his present company.

Harper reached behind him to grab Bailey’s cup to hand it to her. “Lavender,” he said, a half-hearted attempt to keep to the earlier plan, a gracious but imminent goodbye. But damn…she’s fine….

“Awww, thank you, babe.” Bailey looked up at him with doe eyes set in a beautiful face with a natural glow, absent any trace of makeup.

Was she planning on staying longer? he wondered.

She took the cup and sipped, closing her eyes to savor the lukewarm goodness.

“Mmmm…” Her eyes opened again slowly to smile at him with the cup still at her lips.

“You brought me a gift and I was being so careless,” she said coquettishly. “I want to make it up to you.”

“Ehhh, that’s not necessary.” Harper shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal.”

Bailey pressed her body closer to his. “It’s a big deal to me.

” Her non-latte hand made its way down his side, across to his cashmere clad stomach, and reached the crease of his leg and his pelvis.

“Very big,” she said. Oh boy. Harper’s head was gearing up for a day setting descriptions, character motivations, and three act structures.

Harper’s manhood, however, immediately rose to the occasion with a rigid betrayal of his work ethic.

He shook his head; this was not how things were supposed togo.

“Bailey…” he began in protest.

“There’s my friend,” she said reaching her hand down farther.

“Mmmm…hmmm…” she said into his neck. The heat from her breath was arousing.

Her hand had reached the front of his pants, rubbing across the zipper, with pressure and warmth that started to stiffen him into a protrusion pushing back against her palm.

After a hard swallow, his voice came in a whisper into her hair. “You don’t have to do this,” he managed to say.

Bailey pulled back and met Harper’s eyes with her own in a gaze of long eyelashes and full-throttled temptation.

“Oh, I know,” she said. “I want to.” Her hand had already managed to snake past his waistband and belt, and into his zipper, where her fingers firmly wrapped around his developing wood.

She smiled at him mischievously before seamlessly lowering herself down before him in a nimble squat.

She set the latte cup fully aside and with both hands undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his slacks, and slowly slid the expensive fabric down his strong legs and thighs.

“Oh, we’re doing this?” Harper made a half-hearted playful protest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take excellent care of him,” Bailey spoke into Harper’s midsection.

Her balance was impressive—with knees bent with her heels squarely on the ground, she brought her hands up to Harper’s waist. Damn, Pilates does that?

Harper thought. And I was a dancer, she reminded him often.

She pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs, releasing his penis to spring toward her chin.

Exposed and sensitive, Harper felt the slightly cool breeze of the room’s air flow across his bare crotch and looked down to examine the top of Bailey’s head while she got reacquainted with “her friend.”

“Hi, buddy. You miss me?” Bailey murmured softly, just before enveloping him fully into her mouth. The reception felt like an overwhelming rush—inviting, warm, and wet.

“Mmmm,” he moaned.

“Mmmm,” she moaned back. A call and response began between them, exchanged between both sides of pleasure.

Harper could not resist the vigor and enthusiasm Bailey always brought to embracing him in this way. She treated it like a craft she was eager to perfect. That sense of desire for him she conveyed was just as intoxicating as the act itself. Her purposeful eye contact made it clear she enjoyedit.

Pleasure started to build in Harper’s body at Bailey’s insistent rhythm.

She was taking it seriously. Now he was too.

He bent down toward her nipples to caress them with his fingertips.

He was getting close now, very close, and this wasn’t how he wanted his release to happen, even though his body was yielding to the urge.

Already his hips started to move along with her back and forth in rhythm.

She looked up at him with mischievous determination.

She knew she was in control of him, his time, his desire.

And that shit was hot. This was life, his life, after divorce, being single—a life well-earned.

An intense hunger tingled its way through his entire body, a crackling energy building up, so tense his muscles began to twitch. He needed her naked.

Harper gently undid her ponytail and then moved his hands to her shoulders, grabbing the fabric of the T-shirt she was draped in.

He tugged it up, springing her arms skyward.

Miraculously, she still held him in her mouth until the very last moment, shirt completely inverted above her head.

She finally released him from her mouth’s warmth and the shirt fell to the floor.

Her hair cascaded down over her seductive eyes and lightly parted lips.

“Come here.” He guided her up toward his mouth and she raised her now fully naked body to stand in front of him.

Her backside’s reflection in the mirror and her full-on frontal nudity was giving a complete boyhood fantasy.

Harper pulled her close and kissed her. She pushed her lips onto his and opened them, this time to receive his tongue and join her mouth with his in exploration.

His hands rose to her chest as he took her full breast in his mouth to tease her nipple, entirely devouring her areola.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned. “Yesss, Harper.” Encouraged, he rubbed her other breast. It felt firm and heavy in his hand as he squeezed the soft flesh in deep massage.

Bailey was less in control now, more in rapture.

He loved hearing pleasure in her voice. He could see it in her face as her eyes opened, looking down at him suckling her, kneading her breast with his hand.

And just then, her face registered something more, a furrowed brow, a naughty and lustful look.

“I’m so sorry I stressed you out today,” she said in a sweet voice. “I’m such a bad girl….”

Mmmm. I kind of like bad girls. He was down for the role-play.

“You are….” Harper growled back. And in proper bad-girl fashion, as he continued his work of sucking, licking, and caressing her body, he freed one hand to move to her round soft ass and to caress between her legs, surprised at how slick the area already was. So, she really does enjoy giving head.

“Mmmm, yes, baby…” she moaned as Harper rubbed her opening, taking his fingers up to her mouth.

She played along, sucking his fingers sensuously, rearing her head back, closing her eyes as if she was tasting something delicious.

Her confidence and adventurousness stimulated all his senses and his creativity.

He explored inside her, enjoying the muscular walls that seemed to contract around him, while observing the effects of his efforts in the full-length mirror.

Her ample backside sexily gyrated to the movement of Harper’s keyboard fingers.

“Yes, baby. Yes. Right there…” she instructed breathily.

Harper kept up consistent work in the front, but used his other hand to squeeze her backside and cover it with caresses.

“Oooh, Daddy, you gonna make me come with all of that.” Oh yeah?

Harper swiped her left buttock in a swift, firm upward motion with an audible smack.

It lifted in the reflection and landed with a bounce.

“What’d you say?” Harper was ready for more role-play.

Evidently, Bailey was too. “I said you’re gonna make me come…” she repeated huskily. Whap! The sound rang through the air as Harper slapped her cheek again and continued the play of his fingers inside her.

“I don’t know if you deserve to come,” he chastised. “You think you do?”

“I don’t know,” she whined, her voice sexy and full of yearning. “I waannnnt to….”

Whap! The noise again filled the room from Harper’s hand connecting with the tautness of her skin. “Say it again,” Harper’s confidence began to build.

“I wanna come…” she whined. And again came another firm whap!

“OOOH, Daddy,” Bailey cried out. “Yes, punish me!” Harper’s eyebrow lifted.

Oh hell yeah. Harper grabbed the back of her hair, giving her a firm but playful tug.

Her head fell back with a sexy gasp. In control, he pulled her by the waist, spinning her voluminous backside in front of him now, pirouetting her by her tresses, so they could both face the mirror.

Harper met her eyes in their reflection, giving himself over to the moment with his commands. “Now watch me hit it, naughty girl. And you better come.”

Bailey loved it. “Oooooh, yessss,” she purred. “Bad girl likes to come, baby…” And Harper liked what he heard. Suddenly, even “baby” sounded appropriate. She pushed herself against his torso.

“Hold tight while I grab…” Harper began to maneuver, but Bailey turned to pull him back, producing a condom in her hand.

“Where did—?”

Bailey turned to face him with a smile. “Bad girls stay ready, Daddy.” She tore open the wrapper and proceeded to strap up her “friend.”

“Are you ready?” Her eyes held his, matching the challenge of her words, even more of a turn on for Harper.

“You about to find out,” he said, grabbing Bailey by the waist to spin her back into position.

He liked this role. Dominant and assertive suited him.

He was still hard and ready to bring out a release for both of them.

It excited Harper to see her, bent over, in the reflection in the mirror.

There in front of him, her ass was soft, wide, and spread against him.

Her hair slid across her back and stuck to the places where the sweat had begun to gather.

Harper entered her slowly through the slippery parting of her lower lips, taking his time to enjoy the sound as she let out a guttural, throaty exhale of pleasure.

“Ohhhhhhh. Yesss. Give it to me, Daddy,” she said, looking at his reflection.

Harper did so, deliberately holding her hair and her waist. “Take it.”

“Yesss…” she said as her body started to glisten.

The sound of dense skin-on-skin smacking continued, as did more bawdy talk, mirror glances, and heavy breathing. When Bailey began to verbalize her building orgasm. Harper thought, I want to come too… He was ready, too ready.

“Ohh God, yes.” As Bailey rocked back against him reveling in pleasure, Harper saw their reflection in the mirror, deep in the moment.

He could see the swinging of her breasts and the slapping of her perfectly toned, round, brown gloriously massive ass up against him.

This was the moment of his fantasies. The kinds of fantasies he’d written about, seen in porn, and heard about back in the day when Lance would regale the crew with his own college sexcapades.

But this wasn’t college. Harper was a grown-ass man and she was a woman.

A sexually adventurous, brown-skinned hottie who he was banging in front of a full-length mirror in the living room of a palatial DUMBO apartment with a panoramic view of his favorite city.

Living the dream, everything he’d ever wanted.

At least that he’d ever thought he wanted.

But seeing it for just that one brief moment felt…

empty. He saw it when he met his own eyes, a second’s pause that lasted for an eternity of reflection.

But he shook it off, quickly, in part because Bailey was not giving up her role.

“Fuck, Harper. Fuuuuuck!”

Back in the moment, Harper began to thrust himself forward.

She shut her eyes. “Feels…so good. I’m so close,” she whispered on top of heavy breaths.

Her hand slipped down to rub between her thighs.

At this, Harper thought he was going to come too—the stimulation was overwhelming, but the feeling wasn’t there.

He kept going, more vigorously. “Ohh…baby…dick so…good,” she pushed the words out between his strokes tapping up against her.

Between the accelerating sounds of her mounting orgasm and the sporadic whap!

of Harper’s smacks to her ass, he was thankful for the soundproof walls, the expensive home, the adult shit in his life.

He fantasized about the end of this, with Bailey being on her way for the day.

But somehow he knew that wouldn’t happen.

And that’s when he lost it. Completely. The feeling, that wave of arousal he’d usually ride into his release… was gone.

Still, he picked up the pacing—a vigorous thwapthwapthwapthwap against her as he felt the slickening of her insides and the quivering within her. “I’m comingggg! I’m cominng, baby!” Bailey’s body squeezed around his penis in quick releases letting him know this was true.

Harper gave a few more quick thrusts and then did something he didn’t expect to do. Not part of the fantasy, but very much of the moment, of this moment. “Aaaagghhhh!” he exclaimed and immediately wondered if it’d been too loud. After all, he’d just faked his own orgasm.