Free Hell House by Brenda Hampton Page B

where there was a cozy and secluded area with dimmed lighting. I wished something more romantic was playing in the background, but the lyrics by Kanye West had to do.
    Roc swam in behind me. I wasted no time going up to him and pressing my body against his. I rested my arms on his shoulders and looked into his serious eyes that showed interest, but a little hesitation.
    â€œThis is so much better, isn’t it?” I said, referring to our private surroundings.
    â€œYeah, it’s cool.”
    In an effort to break the disconnect, I leaned in to kiss him, but he resisted and backed his head up.
    â€œCheck this,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’m really down with what you bringin’ or not. I’m here to have some fun, no doubt, but I didn’t expect to be movin’ in this direction with nobody so soon.”
    â€œI get that, Roc, really I do, but I’m letting you know now that I’m not going to let up on you. I’m not asking you for a commitment or anything like that. All I’m interested in is, quite frankly, sex. Sex that I know you wouldn’t mind having with me, so take a day or two to think about it. Whenever you’re ready, we can meet right back here.”
    There was no doubt in my mind that Roc was in love with someone. But I was in need of him. He had a choice to make, and I helped him to quickly make up his mind when I lowered my hand inside of his swim trunks. I circled my hand around his shaft and felt it swell to its full potential.
    â€œWow,” I said as my eyes grew bigger. “That’s pretty big.”
    His eyelids lowered, and I could tell he was appreciating my touch. “Yeah, it is. And, I, uh, I…I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
    â€œBut I want to,” I said, whispering in his ear. “I want to feel all of this inside of me. I’m so wet right now, Roc. Don’t you want to feel me, too?”
    I was working the tip of his thick head over, leaving him near speechless. He swallowed hard, then closed his eyes. I felt his body get tense, but that was when his eyes shot open and he put pressure on my hand. “Let it go,” he said in a hurry. “Chill out.”
    I slowly released it, watching as Roc sighed from relief. “I’m out,” he said to me and then swam away. For whatever reason, he stopped and turned toward me. “Meet me in the game room in about fifteen minutes. I don’t want us to start nothin’ we can’t finish.”
    That left a wide smile on my face. I waited for a few minutesbefore I left from behind the waterfall to join the others. Trying to pass by the time, I kicked up a conversation with Jada who couldn’t even hold one with me. We were very much on different levels, especially since all she talked about was her numerous marriages and her lousy-ass girlfriends. I was glad to get away from her, and fifteen minutes later, I excused myself from our conversation and went into the game room with Roc who was already inside shooting pool. He was bending over the pool table, getting ready to take a shot.
    â€œDo you play?” he asked. “If so, go get a stick.”
    I sauntered up to him and reached my hand out to touch his stick. “Got it. Now, what do you want me to do with it? I’m ready to play whenever you are.”
    Roc smiled, but removed my hand from exploring his growing muscle. “Ma, you got that mutha clownin’, but the stick I was referrin’ to was the stick over there.”
    Roc pointed to the row of pool sticks against the wall.
    â€œOh,” I said in a teasing manner. “Those sticks. I thought you meant something else, but I guess I can figure out something else to do with the sticks on the wall.”
    I walked away to remove one of the pool sticks from the wall. I watched as Roc took his shot and then he motioned his hand for me to proceed. When I did, you’d better believe that I stepped my sexiness