MAN’S WORLD

Chapter 1

2 years ago

Men take. Women give.

My tongue found her clit and her warm, soft legs wrapped around my neck. Fingers playing with perked nipples, I swirled my tongue from top to bottom, tasting every part of her. The sweet smell of jasmine and skin filled my nostrils, and my dick slid back and forth against the silk sheets. As her body convulsed and her legs pulled me deeper and deeper inside of her, I grabbed her hips and pulled her even closer.

I wanted her in the worse way, I always have.

This was my woman. This was my body.

Over the last fifteen years, she’d done nothing but give. She gave me her time and patience when we were kids, and I didn't know what I wanted. She put her dreams on hold and supported me while I pursued my Masters in Criminal Justice. She’d given me love and support, now she was giving me a child.

I loved this woman and wanted to show her.

Licking and sucking I pulled her closer and closer to the edge, causing her to body to jerk with each lick. Breathing growing more and more rapid, I knew she was about to cum, so I stopped.

“Nooo,” she pleaded as her limp legs hung over my shoulders.

Throwing back the sheets I lowered her back down onto the bed so I could look at my love. Biting the side of her lip, I smiled down at my caramel queen. I just wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to finally be able to quit her job and start writing full time. I wanted to do for her what she’d done for me.

I’d wanted to be an FBI Agent since I saw the Men In Black when I was a kid. That dream never faded, not even after a quick brush with the law when I was a minor. I knew that and the fact that I was black, the deck would be stacked against me. But still, I didn’t quit. I decided that I would make up for being black and my misdemeanor juvenile charge by being overqualified.

So, instead of the regular old Bachelor's Degree, the FBI required, I came with a Masters. I went through two different police academies as well as worked in the world of Private Investigation. I was more than overqualified.

The problem was the misdemeanor DUI and Joyriding charge I’d gotten when I was fifteen.

That was what the letter I received a week ago said.

I stared down at my love, not knowing how to tell her she wouldn’t be able to quit her job and pursue her dream. I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as I stared into Jessica’s hazel ones.

“What’s wrong?” Jessica asked chest heaving, shiny with perspiration. “Why’d you stop?”

Smiling mischievously as I reached up and trailed a finger lightly down her body to the small patch of hair covering her vagina. She shivered, sucking on her full bottom lip.

“Because,” I said finding her clit with my thumb and touching it lightly. Her eyes rolled back in her head briefly. “I wanted to look into your eyes when you came.”

Jessica licked her lips, and I replaced my thumb with my tongue again. A sharp inhale of air told me I’d found my spot before I felt it. With the sun’s rays bursting through the slits in the blind, I stared up into my heart’s eyes; silently pleading for more of the sweet taste melting around my tongue.

Shelving my animalistic need to hop up and fill her walls with my throbbing dick, I held onto her thighs and stuck my tongue deeper; happy with each satisfied moan, only stopping when she broke our gaze.

I appreciated her, and I wanted her to know it every single day. Even if that meant giving her head until my tongue fell off and I had blue balls, then so be it.

“Oh, FUCK!” she tried to hold back the scream through heavy lids.

She did all she could to keep her eyes dancing in my gaze as she wiggled and squirmed, pulling the fitted sheet free from the corners of our California King.

“Troy, Troy, Troy,” she chanted breathlessly as her legs came back to life around my neck. “TROY!”

Reaching up for her dark brown nipple with my left hand, I felt the first pulse. It was a quick body seizing twitch followed by a short gasp. I took two fingers and pushed them deep inside her melting walls.

“TROOOOOOYYYEEEEEEEEEEE!” Jessica screamed before finally giving me what I’d been waiting so patiently for. I licked and drank it all as she went limp, finally closing her eyes with a smile.

“Morning baby,” I said coming up from between her legs wiping and licking her juices off my lips.

Chest heaving, sweat glistening she smiled and said something that sounded like a satisfied Good Morning.

Men took, and women gave. That was a fact. It was the way of the world and evidenced all throughout history.

And it was that awareness which kept me giving Jessica all of me.

Chapter 2

6 months later

I pulled myself into a spot in front of the Cheesecake Factory off University just as a baby blue Prius pulled out. The white BMW I’d been following for the last ten minutes made a right at the light. I turned off my car and climbed out of my Honda Accord into the cold morning air.

I was still no closer to breaking the news of my FBI rejection to Jessica. Instead, I let her believe things were still on track. I said nothing when she put in her two weeks notice after her time on Maternity Leave ran out. I allowed her to keep living with the dream that we would be able to live off our savings until my FBI training was over and I got my bonus, and my salary started. I didn’t tell her that the only thing we didn’t factor into all of our plans, was that I just wouldn’t get into the Bureau.

I was determined, and Jessica was supportive.

Both to a fault.

As I pulled the collar of my peacoat up to shield my neck from the cold, I tried not to think of all the debt we were in because of my Masters. Ducking into the Medallion Rug Gallery, I feigned interest in a stack of rugs as I watched the street, waiting.

One would think a Master’s in Criminal Justice would afford me just about any job of my choosing. The problem was Criminal Justice had been a popular field since the new millennium. Yes, the jobs were there, but so was the workforce. The only thing I could do was apply, wait and do odd jobs in Private Security and Investigation.

I looked up just as the little man on the traffic sign signaled the group waiting at the corner to walk. I scanned the crowd and quickly found Angelica Tims’ messy blonde bun. Dressed in tight grey leggings, Uggs and a off the shoulder black sweater, her purse hung lazily off her arm as she crossed the street. Busy laughing and joking with a tall white woman as they walked across the street.

I rushed out of the Rug Gallery. Pulling my iPhone out, I snapped a few quick pictures before merging into the crowd crossing the street. I kept my eye on Angelica’s bun weaving through the moving group. The crowd began to thin as a large group of people turned to the right and walked into the Apple Store.

Now, I had a full view of Angelica and her tall friend. The two held hands as they walked passed CVS turning into Starbucks. My heart was pounding hard as I squeezed the lump of my iPhone in the pocket of my slacks. Had my surroundings permitted I would have taken more pictures, after all, that was all I really needed to get paid.

I ambled towards Starbucks pulling out my cell phone trying to look just as busy as everyone else who entered the coffee world. Head staring down at my phone I walked towards the door, bumping into Angelica, and the white friend that wasn’t her wife.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said nervously almost dropping my phone.

“It’s fine,” Angelica said with a beautiful white smile. I swallowed and moved to the side to let them pass.

Phone still in hand I thought about snapping a quick picture when Angelica turned around and locked eyes with me. I turned and walked in to the smell of freshly ground coffee beans.

Fuck! I thought wondering where she was going.

I’d been following Angelica for the last week, taking pictures and recording everything she was doing. I needed to get picture of her in in a compromising position that I would be able to exploit into a payday. One that would take care of me and Jessica until I figured out what I was going to do.

Watching Angelica like a stalker from inside of Starbucks, I felt the familiar feel of disgust. This wasn’t what I thought I’d be doing with my life. This wasn’t Private Investigating or even detective work. It was just spying; borderline voyeurism.

But I needed the money, so I had to put my feelings aside.

Angelica and her friend laughed and talked before giving one another a hug and walking off.

Where are you going? I wondered jumping out of the line of coffee monsters to follow.

Over the week I’d been following Angelica, snapping pictures of her with my iPhone her one constant was this Starbucks in the morning. What seemed to start her day before driving to her store in San Bruno.

Always alone, she’d come in and order a soy-based Caramel Macchiato.

Cold air bitting my face, I rushed out into the bitter morning, looking to the right as I turned to the left. Angelica had just disappeared behind the store on the corner.

Where is she going? I wondered racing after her fleeting figure. Her car was in the opposite direction, parked down Florence.

She was breaking her routine; acting strangely. Excitement was starting to tickle my stomach. A strange acting subject was every Detective’s dream. I rushed around the corner onto Waverly Street passed an elderly couple staring at the overpriced clothes slung over white mannequins, slamming hard into someone coming around the corner.

The impact sent me back a step but knocked the small woman on her ass. I was apologizing and leaning over to help the woman up before I got a look at her.

“I’m so so--” I froze when my eyes fell on the messy bun that was now hanging to the right side of Angelica’s face.

FUCK!

Chapter 3

I’d been made.

My heart switched places with my stomach as I helped her to her feet. She wobbled a little before looking down and wiping herself off as I scraped the contents of her purse off the pavement and back into her bag.

“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have been running around like I was stupid--”

“No, no,” she interrupted looking down and patting at dirt on her thin, grey leggings. “I got mixed up and went down the wrong street.”

“Oh no, it was my fault,” I said, handing over her purse. “Are you alright?”

Reaching for her purse she took a timid step and stumbled into me. I caught her before she fell.

Arms wrapped around my neck, she looked down at her Ugg clad foot and cursed.“Shit!”

“You okay, do you need me to call an ambulance?” I asked lingering on every curve in the grey leggings down to her feet.

“No I’m fine, I just need to get to my c--”

She looked up at me and our eyes locked.

Angelica was beautiful.

Sure, I’d been following her for a week and had saw every picture she had on Facebook. This was the first time I’d ever been this close, in person. Her makeupless face was pale with subtle hints of brown.

Her breathtakingly familiar honey colored eyes looked like something only autumn could produce. I fell deeper and deeper into them as she licked her thin, dark brown lips with a light smirk.

Staring at my face as if she were memorizing my every pore. Like short burst of steam from a tea kettle, our breath appeared and disappeared, mingling with one another and vanishing before our eyes.

My dick jumped under the gaze of her piercing stare.

She, this, was feeling all too familiar.

I knew how we looked standing there as the busy morning melded around us. Hell, had it been another man in my place, I would have been snapping pictures. I would have had what I needed from Angelica. Though it wasn’t sexual, had another man been in my place, I would have had what I needed.

Angelica Tims in a compromising situation.

All too aware of the smiles and stares we were getting from the people passing on the street. The elderly couple staring in the windows of Chico were now smiling as they passed us.

We looked like a happy couple.

“Where’s you’re car?” I asked untangling her arms from my neck, breaking our deceptive embrace.

“I think it’s a block or two that way,” she said after a thoughtful pause, pointing down the street.

“You okay to walk if I help you?”

“I think so,” she nodded.

With her purse in my left hand, I grabbed her arm with my right. Stooping down so she could drape her left hand over my shoulder, I hesitantly placed my right hand around her waist.

We walked in awkward silence only interrupted by the occasional hisses, oohhs and aahhs she gave. Leaving me ample time to think and stew about the payday I’d just lost.

The payday which was going to pay for a trip to the Black Writer’s Weekend in Atlanta.

Since Jessica quit her job she was living her passion and diving into the writing world. While researching the novel she’d been working on diligently for the last six months she found a lot of useful knowledge having nothing to do with finishing her book. She was captivated by a new world of black writers.

It took her no time to find out about the AAMBC’s Black Writer’s Weekend.

Though it wasn’t factored into our savings and she didn’t say she wanted to go, she was my wife. I knew her like the back of my hand. And this experience meant a lot to her, right now.

That was why I’d been trying to get the money together to surprise Jessica from the moment she mentioned it. That was why I was taking these stalking jobs and exploiting-borderline blackmailing-people so that I could take her.

And I’d blown it. This was the job that would have gotten me enough money to handle us both not working for a few years. I’d already made plans around the money I planned to get out of Angelica.

“I parked down there,” Angelica said snapping me out of my thought. We were at the crosswalk across from the Rug Gallery. “So, why were you in such a hurry?”

“Work,” I answered honestly, thinking about Jessica.

“Oh no, I’m not keeping you am I?” she asked. “I can make it back to my car if you need--”

“No, no, I set my own hours,” I said praying for the little man to let us know it was time to walk. I needed to do damage control. I needed time to think and figure out if there was a way to salvage this, now that we’d actually met.

“Really? What do you do?” she asked sounding impressed.

“Private Security.”

I’d already had my cover blown. I’d lost the guise of anonymity.

“Oh, like a bodyguard?”

“That and more,” I said adjusting my hand on her side. My hand filled with her small, soft hip. I could feel my already half hard dick filling my boxer briefs.

“Elaborate,” she said quickly. “I might be looking for some bodyguarding and more.”

Was she flirting with me? I gave a shy laugh at the thought forming in the back of my head.

The light changed.

“Really I--” she said taking a step and almost falling off the curb.

I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her up. The arm around my neck tightened as she swung her legs out. Reflexively, I caught her legs with the arm of the hand that held her purse.

And there we were again, in a compromising situation.

We were close enough to kiss. I could see and feel the warmth of her breath against my goatee. I felt my dick pushing against my underwear as her minty breath played with my senses. Her perfume envelope us in a field of flowers. I was falling into the seduction of her familiar honeycomb eyes.

“You okay,” I breathed.

“Yeah.”

She most definitely was flirting with me.

Taking a step forward, I started to cross the street, with Angelica wrapped in my arms. Thoughts disconnecting in my brain, I decided to stop trying to figure the situation out. I decided to stop trying control the little monster fighting to break out the front of my pants. I decided to follow the money and see where this job led me.

Wherever it led.

It led me back to her place.

Chapter 4

She said she had a job for me.

As I followed her white BMW through the streets of Palo Alto, all I could think about is Jessica. All she sacrificed. All she gave.

All I took.

Angelica pulled her BMW in front of a two car garage. To the side was a large white and blue, two story country style house.

I pushed the clutch into park and took a deep breath as I turned my car off.

“You got this,” I assured my reflection in the visor.

All you need to do is record her. I told myself grabbing my phone from the center console. Before getting out the car, I turned on the recorder.

I reached her in time to be handed her purse.

“Not ashamed to carry a purse,” she commented as I helped her out of her car. “Your wife is lucky.”

“Huh?” I asked lifting my eyebrow.

How did she know I was married?

“Your ring,” she commented closing her door and taking a second to look me up and down. Undressing me with her eyes.

I glanced down nonchalantly at my ring, cursing myself for not taking it off in the car. I knew better. I was clearly off my game. I hadn’t expected to make actual contact with her.

Ever.

The secret I was keep from Jessica; the secret that she wasted her time and good years on me. All for nothing.

“Oh, no, I’m not married,” I lied, sliding the ring off my finger. “I had this for a case I was working.”

“Good,” she smiled, turning and limping around the car towards the door without locking her car. “I’d prefer you not be married.”

Fifteen minutes later we sat across from one another at a breakfast nook tucked in the corner of a spacious, modern kitchen. The ceiling was vaulted with a skylight at its, giving it a greenhouse feel.

“Private Investigator?” she said opening one of the bottles of Deja Blue she’d sat on the table.

I nodded and did the same for something to do with my hands.

“Okay,” she said bringing her water to her lips and taking a sip. “I’d like to hire you for a job.”

“I’m listening,” I said after a thoughtful sip of my own water.

It was a win-win. Even if I didn’t get her saying anything I could use against her on my recording, she wanted to hire me. The thought of both getting paid for helping Angelica with whatever job she was soliciting me for and getting her admitting something incriminating on record sent a chill down my spin.

I had dollars signs floating around my head with flashes of a smiling Jessica.

I might be able to fund her first book.

Angelica grabbed her water bottle and brought it to her lips. I watched as her lips wrapped around the opening and she drunk. After sitting the bottle down she wiped at the sides of her mouth. Flashing me a toothless smile, she sighed and looked away.

“I think my wife is cheating on me.”

Chapter 5

I’d perfected my poker face years ago in anticipation for being in the FBI.

“Okay,” I nodded. “Tell me more.”

I knew from my training in interrogation, that the less you say, the better. I knew that I needed to chose the few words I used carefully. I needed to leave the question open ended and give your interrogatee all the time in the world to answer. Plus some.

“We meet in highschool,” she said through heavy lids which scanned my face for a reaction. “We were best friends and...”

Angelica told me a story of two best-friends who-after a steady stream of bad men-bonded and fell in love. The deep sorrow in her voice was punctuated by the deep pull of her golden orbs of honey. Each moment I stayed trapped in her sight made me feel ashamed of the week I spent following her.

Was she not the cheating, irresponsible solite I initially thought. Was I wrong?

“We did everything together. ” Her voice was shaky; vulnerability. “There we were, two broken women, both taking classes in college to be close to men who didn’t want us. Men, who did nothing but cause us pain. Men, who has done nothing but hurt us.”

She paused to inspect my face. She was trying to figure out how I felt about her comment.

But my face didn’t change. I didn’t take any offense. In fact, I agreed with her. Men took, usually only giving pain when they gave. I understood all too well what she meant. Men took and took and took until there was nothing left to take. Then we took more.

“Swearing off men, we realized, all we needed was each other,” she smiled for a quick second as if reliving her happy memories. “So, we started dating, dropped out of college and started, Pleasher, all about pleasing her.”

Angelica’s and her wife’s story was nothing new or unusual. I admired them for giving something back to women, instead of always giving to the empty voids of most black men. They’d built a lucrative empire off doing what women did, giving. The cycle of giving with women, had made them millionaires.

“We were so damn good together,” she said picking up her water. I swallowed as I watched her lips circle the tip of the bottle. I could feel my dick waking up as she tilted the bottle up, taking the cool liquid in her mouth. “But money changes people and all good things eventually end.”

Angelica sat her bottle down, this time wiping at her eyes, rims turning red in front of me.

“ As Pleasher started to grow and expand, we started spending more and more time apart until,” she shrugged. “Until, it felt like she was off closing a deal in Alaska while she was sleeping right next to me. You know what I mean?”

I did, but didn’t respond. That was how I’d been feeling in bed with Jessica since the moment I chose to hide my denial letter from her.

The night the letter came, I stayed up late, thinking while she slept on my chest. I kept squeezing her tighter and pulling her closer to my side because I felt the drift. I knew the pain of the invisible space only you could feel in your relationship.

“Her touch is different. The sex is still good, but, it’s more like a monotonous chore done to pacify me.” She laughs, “I’ve never felt so ugly.”

She broke.

I followed each tear that poured from the dim suns in her eyes. First from the left, then the right. They fell slowly and one at a time, pulling at my heart and making my breath catch.

I was transported back to a time when Jessica was pregnant with our baby girl Dominique. She was in her second trimester and had just gone up a size. Trying to zip up her dress she started to cry about how fat and ugly she was.

Something I had never saw my beige queen as. She was beautiful and carried her pregnancy with dignity.

“You’re not--”

She gave me a look that told me she knew what I was about to say, so I stopped.

“I know it’s not another woman,” she said shaking her head and wiping her tears. “We’ve had other women and she didn’t want them. She doesn’t like, it.”

“You think she’s cheating on you with a man?”

“And that’s where you come in,” she nodded, scooting out of the breakfast nook.

Her hips managed to sway rhymically as I watched her limp across the room. My throat was getting dry, I grabbed my water.

“We have a type. Her’s is tall, dark and easy on the eyes,” she explained. “Always easy on the eyes with her... That’s why I’ve been staring at you like that.”

She was behind the island which held two sinks.

“I wanted to be sure before I offered you a retainer.”

Retainer.

My heart scantily beat as I tried to follow her. Just thirty minutes ago, I was trying to get her on tape flirting with me, and maybe get her to some say something incriminating. I was sure this invitation to work for her had sexual undertones when she commented on my ring. But, now she wanted me to what?

Follow her wife?

What did my eyes have to do with me following someone?

My train of thought was derailed by the two bands she thumped on the counter.

“Oh,” I said as my heart started racing at the sight of the money. My poker face was failing. “Okay.”

“I am willing to offer you a retainer of $250,000, cash,” she said limping back to the table, sitting ten stacks down. She turned, swaying back to the counter for the rest of the stacks of hundreds. “And I’ll give you another $250,000 once your done.”

“And what exactly do you need me to do, for this retainer?” I knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as it was to get paid to follow her.

“Look, Pleasher is all I have left now. This is my baby and I know it wouldn’t survive our divorce,” she said scooting back into the nook. Focusing her moist eyes on me she finished, “I’m not trying to take everything, anything from her really. I love her. I will always love her. But, I also know her. I, I just don’t Pleasher to be destroyed because of hurt feelings. I swear on my momma I will take care of her.”

I remained silent, waiting for her to answer the question I’d asked.

The tears were back, this time with shaking shoulders, “I, I need you.”

I felt horrible. I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to reach out and touch this giving woman, to give back to her. But, I needed had to let her go through it. I needed to keep her talking and not focused getting some pause from the pain she held in her eyes.

Taking a noisy breath in to clear her nose, she said, “I need you to seduce my wife.”

She broke down again. I felt the pain behind her request. The pain of speeding up what she felt was inevitable. Her heart and soul cried out through her honey soaked eyes pulling me closer and closer until I reached out and touched her.

Just the soft skin of her small pale fingers.

“It’s okay,” I said fearlessly searching and jumping into her eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

Tears staining pale skin, I leaned over quickly and slow kiss on the wetness leaving tracks down her cheek. Her eyes were closed when I placed a kiss on her other cheek, stopping her tears.

Tilting her head up, I placed a kiss on her lips giving her what she’d been so freely given to others. Filling her with some of what had been taken, draining her.

Chapter 6

She melted, a slow, low, long animalistic groan made it’s way from somewhere deep inside of her.

She was mine. I knew her body and mind. I had one just like it at home. I had a woman who had given everything and all of her to me. I saw first hand how draining that gets in her eyes which were the same as Angelica’s in so many ways. Color, depth, love.

Jessica.

The wooden table scraped across the hard wood, as I pushed it away from the benches. Taking her soft hand in mine I stood, lifting her to her feet. After a hesitant step caused our eyes to lock and me to smile. Hands placed on her soft hips, I lifted her up and turned around, placing her on the table.

Eyes filled with forbidden wonder, I reached for the mess of a bun that sat on top of her head. Her blonde micro braids came cascading down over her shoulders.

She allowed me to lift her chin with the knuckle of my index finger. Staring into her eyes I knew what she wanted, what she needed. This aggressive business woman needed to be led. She needed a man that reminded that though men took, we could also take her there.

She was ready.

Leaning down, I kissed her. Softly at first, only brushing her lips and making her lean forward for more. Playing a sensual game of cat and mouse I trailed my tongue over her bottom lip. Licking and sucking she tried to catch my slippery tongue, pulling me closer by my pants pockets.

Angelica sucked in a stream of air from her parted lips and let out a light body twitching whimper. Licking my lips I waited for her to re-open her eyes. Placing my hands on her thighs I leaned forward and brushing my lips against hers again. I unfolded my tongue in her mouth, petting her tongue with mine. The smoothness of her tongue made my dick jump against the inside of his cage.

Manicured fingers rubbed down the front of my pants, coaxing grunts of pleasure from me. A chill ran up from the base of my spine and I squeezed her thighs. Closing my eyes I let my tongue be my eyes as we explored one another’s mouths, taking as much as we gave.

Angelica placed her small hand on my chest and pushed me back. As much as I wanted to pull her closer and ripping her clothes off, I backed up.

She looked satisfied, as if she’d gotten what she needed from me.

But then, her Uggs clumped to the floor. She grabbed the bottom of her off the shoulder sweatshirt and pulled it over her head.

Her breast were perfect light brown mounds, decorated in lace had unbuttoning my shirt. My fingers absentmindedly trailed down my shirt as I watched her reach behind her back.

I was on my last button when the right strap fell. Her breast and bra sat frozen in place for a second before sliding down a few inches, stopped by hardened nipples. Freeing her breast from the lace that held them, her cinnamon colored nipples sat at attention.

Waiting.

Stooping down, she leaned back, resting the palms of her hands on the table. Inviting me. I took a hand full of her breast, massaging it as I breathed on a plump nipple before giving it a quick lick. Pleased gasps escaped her mouth as I lightly traced my tongue around her nipple. I sucked the tip of her nipple into my mouth. Trapping it in between my teeth I sucked air into my mouth.

“Oh m-my Ga-God,” she breathed through a shiver. She hit the table with her palm. “F-fuck!”

I could tell she hadn’t been touched in a long time. She was melting and I was drinking her up. Pinching and twisting her left nipple, I slid a finger into the band of her leggings. Making sure to hook the thin fabric of her pantes I pulled her leggings down, sliding them off and knocking stacks of hundreds of the table.

Legs bent, back on the table, she opened her legs, displaying her glistening beauty. Biting my bottom lip, I ran a thumb down the rough stubble of hair above her pussy. Running my thumb down full lips it slowly slid into her damp walls. Closing her eyes, her legs twitch as she bit back moans of pleasure. Legs clamping shut around my waist I explored her damp dungeon until I found a dragon. One, two strokes to her swollen clit sent her arms flying up knocking the rest of the stacks of money off the table.

I dropped to my knees, pulled her closer to the edge of the table and kissed her plumped lips, right below my rotating thump. Pressing my lips to hers, I puckered up and kissed, dragging my bottom lip up her quivering lips.

“S-s-shi-i-i-t-t,” she called up to the sky above her.

Unfastening my belt, I dipped my tongue inside of her for a taste. Her sweet cream attacked my taste buds, making my jaw tingle. Making me want another taste.

“Oh, my, God!” she stuttered grabbing the back of my head.

Pulling down my pants to release my snake from captivity, her legs snapped tightly around my head. My ears rang as her thighs pinched my temple as I tried to drink all the sweetness raining in my mouth.

Satisfied moans hiccuped from her mouth. I was getting light headed, but the vice grip she had me in was turning me on, more and more. I could feel my body tingling as I drank from her well as if it would supply the oxygen I was losing to my brain.

As I worked, I pushed two fingers inside of her wetness and coated my dick. Going back for more and only stopping when my hand was sliding smoothly up and down my shaft, making a slurping sound.

I wasn’t done with her, far from it. I wasn’t even halfway done showing her another way men can take.

Where I’d been taking Jessica, who was now somewhere tangled in the pockets of the slacks which pooled around my ankles.

Biting her bottom lip, she propped herself up on her elbow and racked a hand through her braids. She looked me up and down, taking my body in, eyes lingering on my hand in motion.

“Fuck me!” she moaned breathlessly trailing a finger down the front of her body to her pussy as she closed her legs.

My mind was far from the money that littered her floor. The money that would definitely get Jessica in I to Atlanta. Enough money, that we would be able to really enjoy ourselves and won’t have to worry about money.

Had I been thinking, I would have told myself that was the reason I was having sex with this lonely woman.

Not an uncontrollable beast for a vulnerable woman.

Chapter 7

“Fuck me!” echoed through the speakers of the Macbook Pro.

Shariee Tims watched the live feed of the Private Investigator she’d hired to catch her wife cheating on her, fucking on the kitchen table.

Shariee told Angelica she wasn’t a lesbian; that she wasn’t really attracted to women. She was just vulnerable, that was why she allowed herself to be seduced by Angelica. Angelica was single after her boyfriend got a little to comfortable with his Physics tutor. Shariee had found out that her boyfriend of two years was sleeping with half the girls on campus after getting an STD.

At first, sex with Angelica was new, fun and exciting. It only started to get weird after the cuddling and pillow talk lead Shariee to realize that her best friend, Angelica, was in love with her.

Though she wrestled with it, she knew the day would come when she would need, crave for dick. And not even the toys they’ve collected and created over the past ten years was a substitute for the real thing.

Shariee knew she was being cold. But, she didn’t know what else to do. She wasn’t happy and she didn’t want to hurt her best friend. The fact that they had a business together only complicated things further.

Shariee didn’t know how to tell Angelica what she really needed. She knew how Angelica felt about men, so she would never propose to invite one into their bed.

Instead, she drifted, growing bored and mildly disgusted with sex with Angelica.

Shariee knew that it was only a matter of time before everything went to hell. She knew that without affection Angelica would stray. That meant, she didn’t have to break off the marriage; that she would have the upper hand and be able to dictate whether or not they stay friends.

She knew she was wrong, but she planned to use guilt to destroy their marriage but save their friendship.

Yes, she knew Angelica would cheat, she just never thought it would be with a man.

Some white woman maybe.

But never a man.

Heart beating an erotic tone she watched breathlessly as her wife lay spread out across their table by a man. A tingle of jealousy tickled into a ball growing warmer and warmer.

Arguably bisexual, Shariee Tims wasn’t a lesbian. She couldn’t be a lesbian and she knew her best friend well enough to know that she was not going to take the news well.

Shariee felt horrible about it all. Giving Angelica the could shoulder and hiring Eric to follow her. It wasn’t like she was going to actually use the information he found.

No, she just wanted it in case Angelica tried to get funny with the business.

Something she now sees she intended to do the entire time.

She was paying a man to seduce me.

Angelica’s wild screams of pleasure pulled Shariee out of her thoughts and back to her computer screen. Eric had Angelica bent over the table now with his hand holding down the small of her back.

Skin heating up, Shariee traced a red fingernail over her glossy lips. She watched the muscles flex on Eric’s back as she started to suck on her finger. The ball in the pit of her stomach heating and pulsing, spreading through her body. Pulling her wet finger out of her mouth, Shariee slipped her hand into her sweats. Using two fingers, she entered the source of her warmth.

Finding a beaded nipple aching to be free, she drug a moan from deep inside of her out.

Eyes glued to the screen, Shariee leaned back against the padded headboard touching her clit. Rubbing and pinching, Shariee rotated her hips in sync with Eric’s stroke on camera. She remembered the day she’d sat down with Eric. He was fine; totally her type. Tall, dark, handsome and beautiful eyes set around dark, heavy lids.

Moans of pleasure escaped her throat as she imagined his muscles tensing over her. Body teased with twitches of the coming of release, Shariee watched as Angelica was flipped back on her back, breast bouncing with each trust.

Shariee flipped her shirt up over her bantu knots. Reaching into the side table she grabbed the prototype vibrator, TYSON. Shaped like a ten inch steel dildo Shariee tossed it to the side. Scrambling onto the bed, she yanked her sweats down. Laying back she lifted her legs and with TYSON she parted her moist lips. TYSON started to vibrate the moment it touched her swollen flesh.

The TYSON was supposed to have a mind of its own, just like a man’s dick. It turned on when if felt a woman. Flipping her bra down her double d’s spill out. The deeper she pushed the TYSON, the faster it vibrated sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She could feel the dull hum in her teeth

Sucking in her bottom lip she clenched her walls around the TYSON. It responded as it should, switching speeds and pulse patterns.

Competing with her wife’s performance, Shariee pushed the TYSON deeper and deeper until it wouldn’t go anymore.

And there it was. She felt it coming from deep inside of her.

It alway started with her nipples tingling. Conductors of pain and pleasure she squeezed her breast, digging her nails into her flesh. Breaking out in a sweat she felt all her muscles growing painfully more and more tense. Convulsions seized her body as she let the TYSON slide in and out of her slippery walls.

“Eric,” she moaned watching the screen as the kitchen table danced across the floor. “Fuck me!”

Rotating the vibrator she pulled her breast up to her mouth. Warmth envelope her peaked nipples pulling her closer and closer to the edge. Breaths growing more rapid with each twirl and stroke of the vibrator, she watched Eric climb on top of the table. He pounded away viciously, his grunts mixed with Angelica’s screams of pleasure.

Throwing his head back he let out a loud grunt before his shaking arms collapsed.

Slicked vibrating walls and a bite to her nipple brought her to the edge and tipped her over. She snatched the TYSON from her pulsing vagina just as her warm juices squirted out onto the bedspread. Body convulsing, her sweet nectar glazed her lips as it continued to drip to the bed.

Eyes closed, Shariee lay back enjoying the tingling after effects of her release.

“Oh my God, that was great,” she managed to whisper with a heaving chest..

Lazily opening her eyes, she looked towards the screen as a breathless Angelica spoke “You’re hired.”

Shariee smiled. Because of the video she was sure Eric knew nothing about, she didn’t need to pay him. She had what she needed.

But she would, after all, he’d went above and beyond. And she couldn’t wait to see exactly how and if he would try and seduce her. Picking up the TYSON, Shariee drug it down her body, ready for round two.

Chapter 8

6 months later

We’d made it. As we stood in line at Luxe waiting to get inside, I smiled down at my beautiful, happy wife. I still hadn’t told her about my FBI rejections and to be honest, I no longer needed to.

The money I got from both Shariee and Angelica Tims not only paid off my student loans, but left me with more than enough money to have a healthy savings and some money to splurge with.

And splurge I did.

I started with the lie that explained near two million dollar deposit to our checking account. I told her I was approached by a few Senior FBI agents who wanted to retire and start their own private security firm. I told her I was given the money as a sort of severance, since I was leaving a career.

She was skeptical until she saw the check, made out to her, for her book, in the sum of ten thousand dollars. I was funding her first book.

First class tickets, penthouse suite in a five-star hotel, registration for all the events, we were in there. Looking down at my love in her emerald green Vera Wang dress twinkled as the lights hit it.

But it was nothing like the twinkle in her eyes.

She’d had a ball and though it ate me up most nights, I would do it all again to see her smilinging like that forever.

I walked into Lux with my heart on my arm, nearly getting ran over by security carrying a man out. I held on to her back, protecting her.

“You okay?” I asked looking after the security guards.

“Yeah,” she smiled reaching down into her purse. Pulling out the business cards she’d had printed, she said, “Would you go get us some drinks while I network?”

“Sure babe,” I said kissing her lips once, twice. I pulled her in closer to me so she could feel my dick growing against her stomach.

“Stop it,” she giggled slapping my chest, leaving a radiating sting of pleasure. I bit down on my body lip and she pushed me back. “Stop it! I need to network,” she whined.

I smiled, straighten my black tux jacket and parted ways with my heart.

I found the bar easy enough. While I waited for our drinks; remy and red for me, a simple class of moscato for her-since she was pregnant and all.

Yes, she was pregnant again. Life could not have been going better. I couldn’t wait to get back home and start working on my own private investigation agency. After that, all it took was a contract and my company could work along with the FBI.

I was gonna work for the government one way or the other, I thought laughing to myself.

“Here you go my man,” I heard the bartender say and I scooped up our drinks. “Can you open a tab for me?”

“Sure, just make sure you remember to come back and close your tab out,” he told me and walked away.

I weaved through the unorganized crowd of bodies, scanning the room for my wife. On my walk back towards the bar, I spotted her. She had her back to me. Over the sea of heads I made my way to the corner she was in.

“I been looking for you babe,” I said close to her ear.

“Oh!” her hand went to her chest, before she started to laugh. Swatting at my shoulder first she reached for her moscoto, “You scared me Eric.” She turned to her right, “I told him that one of these days I’m going to have a heart attack...”

I laughed politely at my wife’s joke. I knew how to play the supportive husband.

“...this is my husband Eric,” my wife said holding my gaze in her eyes. “Eric, this is Angie…” I looked up to see who my wife was talking to and my heart stopped. I almost dropped my glass but managed to only spill the majority of it on my hand. “Woow, somebody’s been drinking already.”

I laughed a little too hard.

“Hello Eric, Jessica here has told me a lot about you,” Angelica said reaching across the tall, small circle table. “Your wife is very talented, so descriptive; detailed, feels like I already know you.”

“She’s starting a publishing company and wants to give me a publishing contract,” Jessica blurted out.

My mouth fell open, this time my glass did fall.

This bitch was here to ruin my life. Just like I did hers.

Fuck!

Yea, men took; women gave.

From the look in her eyes, I could tell giving was the last thing on Angelica’s mind.

Bending down to pick up the large pieces of broken glass on the floor, I froze as my eyes landed on Angelica caressing her swollen belly.

This bitch was here to take...

...You Said w. Phoenix Williams

We had an arrangement.

“Don’t shit where you eat.”

I took that as, ‘don’t fuck them in our house.’

So, I didn’t.

With more than two thousand miles away from California, I think it was safe to say I wouldn’t be shitting where I ate.

I was supposed to be here on business seeing as my firm was somehow handling the marketing for the AAMBC’s Black Writer’s Weekend. Something that I had no say in, one way or the other.

But it was alright. I really wasn’t coming to the A for business. No, from the moment I stepped off that plane, I was on the prowl.

All because we had an arrangement.

I met Sidney at Creative Con early thursday morning. I’d been walking around, popping in and out of the event, wondering which one of these southern belles I’d be taking down. That’s when I saw her long blond hair and thick ass bent over a table, shaking hands with an author. My dick jumped as the fabric of her pants stretched across her round ass.

Hypnotized by her ass, I followed in a trance, stopping at the tables she stopped at and collecting the same flyers and pamphlets she did. It wasn’t until Creative Con was ending that I decided to approach her. She was just asking a woman named Ronnie from some media firm about book/movie adaptations.

“Excuse me,” I said with a nervous smile after she finished her conversation. “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about turning books into movies.”

She turned her large brown contacts on me; inspecting me, quizzically.

“You an author?” I asked knowing before it came out of her mouth.

“Yes,” she smiled shyly.

“Well, I’m a Movie Exec.” I lied scratching my head with a smile. “I’ve been moving around here, just watching, looking for the next emerging author…”

It only took me thirty minutes to talk her out of her leggings.

Face down, ass up, I dug into her ass from the back seat of my rental. Bent over the center conceal of the Suburban I leaned back watching her ass bouncing off my dick. Thumb massaging her ass hole I slipped a finger inside as her hips crashed against my pelvis.

“Make me a star daddy,” she cried. “Make me a star.”

“You are a star baby,” I moaned focusing on my stroke, clenching my ass as I tried to hold back my nutt. “You’re a star baby. You’re a fucking star.”

Red nails scraped along leather seats as her body went limp and her ass started twitching, jigging in its wake. Her walls closed in around my dick. I could feel myself about to lose control. It started with a tingle in my stomach which led up to my shoulder. Arching my back I pushed forward into her now soaking walls. My dick was sliding in and out with ease making a sucking sound every time I long stroked.

Nuts contracting I grabbed the back of the seat pulling my dick out of her now squirting pussy. Grabbing my dick I started stroking, using her juices to lubricate my motions. Within seconds I felt the sweet release of my nutt shooting out onto her ass and back.

Convulsions of pleasure shook my body as I held tight to my dick watching my love drip down her ass and down her lips mixing with her. Biting my lip, I placed the head of my dick over her ass hole and ran it roughly down slightly parting her lips as I played in her love think.

Baby, you are a fucking star.

Chapter 2

The next day at the Urban Book Bash, I looked for the next woman I’d be fucking. Eyes landing on plenty of women that could get it, I saw Gabby while I was helping Tamika Newhouse with her banner. Gabby was bubby and telling Tamika how much she loved Plain Jane and had been waiting for Plain Jane 2 for two years.

Tamika apologized with a free signed copy of Plain Jane to match the Plain Jane 2 she’d just bought. Tamika signed them and snapped a quick picture with her giddy fan. Gabby walked away staring down at the front of her book.

When I approached her, she was running her hands over Tamika Newhouse’s autograph.

“Plain Jane 2,” I said and she jumped at the sound of my voice. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No it’s okay,” she laughed and our eyes locked.

The hazel contacts she wore had the whites of her eyes stained red from irritation.

“Michael,” I lied extending my hand. “You a fan?”

“Oh yes, I love Tamika Newhouse and I absolutely love Plain Jane,” she giggled shaking my hand and then nervously lifting the book to her nose and inhaling deeply. “I love the smell of new books. It turns me on.”

“Really?” I smiled staring her down, challenging her gaze.

Two hours later we were back in my hotel room, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as our lips lock in a passionate kiss. Sidney was a freak and didn’t care where she was fucked. But Gabby was a different type of freak.

As I removed her pants and prepared to go down on her, she stopped me with a hand to my head.

Chest heaving as sweat dripped down my back, I looked up at her as she lifts up on her elbows.

“What’s wrong?” I asked dick twitching and jumping in my pants. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No,” she said looking away from me and biting her lip. “Well, I’m a virgin. And, I’m saving myself for my husband.”

Un-fucking-believable.

I sighed lifting up and rolling over on my back. I couldn’t believe I brought a tease back to my room.

“So, what’s that mean?” I asked.

Normally, I would have made up a lie about having something important to get her out the room. Though it was eleven o’clock and I didn’t feel like roaming the humid streets of Atlanta, there was always Tinder. Had I not known this was part of the game Gabby wanted to play; as long as I stayed in character, I would get what I wanted.

“That means…” she said, throwing a leg around me. Lowering herself down onto my lap, my dick pushed painfully against the fabric, restricting its blood flow. Leaning over, she placed a long peck on the side of my neck. “…I can do this...”

She kissed me again, this time after unbuttoning my shirt.

“…and this…”

With each opened button and exposed flesh she kissed, slowly showing me what all she could do. I watched anxiously as she yanked my pants down to my knees without unbuckling my belt. I felt a quick sharp sting before my dick came flying up, smacking against my stomach. Eyes, widening she grab ahold of my bouncing dick.

I flexed my dick and her tiny hand pulsed open under the pressure. Looking up at me, I saw the brown peeking out from under her burgundy wig as she leaned closer to my dick.

“…and this…”

“Shit!” I shouted as she inhaled my dick into her warm mouth.

Cool air ran up its length as she sucked slow and deep. “I’m bout to bust,” I called and she stopped.

Body twitching from sensitivity, I watched as she bent over on the bed and pulled her shorts down. Pants around her thighs, she looked back at me on hands and knees.

“Fuck me!” she moaned.

On look at her glistening lips had me up stroking my dick, ready to beat her shit up. I didn’t give a fuck if she was a virgin, nor what changed her mind. I positioned myself behind her but before I could do anything she reached back, wrapped her hand around my dick and gently and carefully slide it up and down teasing her swelling glory.

I’d had enough, I was ready to just go up in her and pop her cherry.

She’d thank me later.

Hands sliding up and down my dick she pulled me closer to her, positioning my dick over her ass hole.

Oh, you that type of freak I thought, not expecting to ever fuck a woman in the ass.

Eat it? Maybe. Fuck? Nah, just wasn’t my thang. I guess it was good I wasn’t me and I was Michael, personal assistant of Tamika Newhouse.

Laced with curiosity I pushed, venturing where I’d never been before. I felt her ass spreading as my lubricated dick tunneled deeper inside of her. I was only half way in when I started to shiver and shake. The dry heat of her ass was causing me to lose control.

What. The. F-fuck!

I pulled out, cum shooting all over her back and onto the sheets. Fuck! I’d never been a minute man before. And I ain’t eva nutted that much before either.

“I fucking love you Shontal,” I said breaking character again as I crashed to the bed.

Wig falling to the side, she looked up at me and smiled before she said, “I love you too.”

Chapter 3

Sitting at the bar in Luxe, I took back a shot of Raw Fuck before returning to my Patron. I was waiting to see who Shontal would be tonight.

I tipped my glass to A’sha’s arrangement.

Though I knew her giving me permission to mess with other women under certain conditions was just a power move. She controlled our house, my business, my money and this was her way of controlling who I slept with. It would have worked too. Had Shontal not showed up at my door asking why I’d put our son out.

And had A’sha not tried to punish me with this trip to Atlanta, well, who knows?

Maybe I wouldn’t have pulled her into the house and fucked her right there in the foyer. Maybe I wouldn’t have kept fucking her every time A’sha was sitting in my chair in my office. Maybe I wouldn’t have flown Shontal out to Atlanta with me to play these sick sex games.

I tossed back the last of my Patron, signaling for the bartender so I could get another. I scanned the club, a little excited about who I would be fucking tonight. Shontal had always been… fun in bed; different ok, just, strange.

She had always been weird but that was what made me crave her. Crazy pussy was the best pussy. But not the pussy you wifed.

I let her go, I loved A’sha.

The bartender sat my new drink in front of me just as a commotion broke out behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see two men squaring up near the dancefloor.

“I don’t give a fuck about a time or place! Angel, you got this fool being your mouthpiece?!”

I recognized that dude. He was a washed up NFL star.

Jerome? Jamal? Roscoe? Some shit like that.

I sipped my drink as I watched the woman in the middle swing her head between the two men nervously.

“I’m not gonna fucking ask you again. Get the fuck out of here before we have a fucking problem.”

I barely swallowed my second sip when punches were thrown. The sounds of flesh beating flesh echoed before being eclipsed by the noise of the crowd.

I thought this type of shit only happened back home.

Shaking my head, I downed my drink and signaled for another. This was the type of shit A’sha had my company associated with?

It was only a matter of time before I figured out a way to get from up under her.

Security rushed through the club, separating the two men as I turned back in my seat.

“I guess books really are interesting.”

I looked up and smiled.

In a short black dress which gripped tightly to her frame, Shontal-not Sidney; not Gabby but Shontal-slide into the seat next to me. I looked her up and down, feeling the same way the world did when Nikki Minaj stopped wearing them crazy wigs.

She looked plain; normal; beautiful.

Her black hair framed her dark face with curls. The dark brown lipstick matched the color of her arched eyebrows, making her dark brown eyes look gold.

“Just what I was thinking,” I smiled, looking her up and down. I reached over to shake her hand. “I’m Jay.”

I wasn’t sure if we were still roll playing or not.

Flashing me a white smile she rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand.

“Shontal.”

“Nice to meet you Shontal,” I smiled already liking the idea of just fucking Shontal tonight.

Chapter 4

Erotic City blasted through the speakers as the bartender set two more drinks in front of me and Shontal.

My dick had been threatening to rip through my pants the moment I caught a whiff of her perfume. I was ready to go. But, instead I waited, enjoying a drink at the bar with my child’s mother.

I knew A’sha would go crazy if she realized who she gave me permission to start fucking again.

Nodding my head to the beat, I smiled sipping my drink. I glanced towards the dancefloor. It took me a minute to realize what I was looking at, but when I finally did…

I couldn’t look away.

My mouth slowly opened as I felt the head of my dick start to throb while more blood tried to force its way in. My nipples tingled as my button up rubbed against my skin. I was trying to see if the woman being felt up on the dance floor was wearing any type of pants.

Hands tangled in fabric as she gyrated. Sandwiched between two mean men, rocking their hips to the late, great Prince. Arms wrapped around both guys, I watched as she went back and forth, kissing each, long and deep.

So this is the black literary world?

“Something over there more interesting?” Shontal pulled me away from the sex on the dance floor.

“No, its, I,” I let out a breath and shook my head. Another quick sip of my drink and I had my thoughts together. “Seeing these public displays of sexual affection, it’s just still new to me.”

“Right, I just saw one of these authors eating a bitch underneath a table. Earlier, some older chick was fucking some young dude in the closet--”

“Wait, how long have you been here?” I asked, eyeing her over my drink.

“Since the beginning. I wanted to see what your company had invested their time in,” she smiled, shyly before taking a small sip of her drink. “I’m not impressed.” She paused, waving her hand in the air. “This is the type of shit your wife has you mixed up in?”

“We don’t about my wife,” I reminded her. She knew that since the day we started this; since before Jay-Jay was born.

Her hand paused halfway up to her lips. “But,” she started, her eyes staring unblinking into mine. “You said you loved me still and I have never stopped loving you.”

I could see the panic; the desperation in her begging eyes.

“Shontal,” I sighed, wishing she’d just showed up as one of her sexy alter egos. “I told you, it’s complicated.”

“You’re the one making it complicated, Jermaine,” she snapped. She took a deep breath before downing the rest of her drink. “Do you love me at all? If not, tell me now and I’ll hop my ass on flight back to the Bay. I don’t need this stress again.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slow. I really didn’t need this. I just wanted to fuck. I just wanted to feel like a man again. I stared into eyes begging for love. Draining my drink, I did the most easiest thing I could.

Lie.

“Shonny,” I said in a soft voice. “You know I love you. You know I would want nothing more than to pack my baby girl and have a nice family with the woman the I actually love and my son.” I reached across the bar and closed my hand around hers. “You already know my situation and…” I shrugged. “...for now, it’s complicated.”

I felt her hands jerk, but I held tight. She looked up at me.

“Once I figure out how to get out of this marriage with my company,” I smiled into her eyes. “I’m going to do what I should have done when you told me you were pregnant.”

I had her. Now, it was time to reel her in.

“Let’s get out of here Mrs. Shontal Hamilton.”

Chapter 5

Shontal

This was the last time.

That thought swirled through my mine as we entered my hotel. Of course we were staying in separate places, just in case that bitch showed up.

That bitch was the reason Jermaine had left me in the first place. I had done everything I could think of to remove her claws from his heart. I even had a baby for his ass. Did that matter?

Nope.

Next thing I knew, A’sha was at my door. She threatened to expose me and Jermaine. That would ruin my career but could possibly put him in back in prison.

I had two choices: leave him alone or lose him to the State of California.

The choice was easy.

I didn’t give a fuck about myself. Never had, never would. I only cared about Jermaine. He was everything. He was my entire world. The only reason I survived these last eighteen years without him by my side was because I had our son. Jay-Jay was my connection to Jermaine.

Fingers laced together, we walked towards the elevator. I put a little extra swing in my hips with each stride, hoping to hypnotize him with my ass.

This was the last time.

I had enough of the games.

The secrets.

The manipulation.

I was a lot of things but stupid wasn’t one of them. There was no way things could keep going the way they were.

We entered the empty elevator. As soon as the door closed, we were all over each other. No words were ever needed between us. I knew him better than I knew myself.

Tonight was going to be different. I wasn’t Shalonda, Sidney, Brittney, or Gabby. No, I was Shontal. The woman who had loved him unconditionally for two decades.

This was the last time.

Tongues tangled together, we got lost in each other. Slamming him against the elevator wall, I massaged his dick through his pants as he lifted the skirt of my dress. The cool air kissed my flesh and his hands kneaded the creamy chocolate globes. The elevator dinged our arrival to the thirteenth floor. The doors swooshed open and we heard the gasps of other guests as they got an eyeful of my naked ass, Jermaine’s hands cupping the full globes.

Ignoring their catcalls and rude comments, I dragged Jermaine out of the elevator and down the hall. Pussy thumping with each step I took. My shaky hands struggled to insert the keycard into the tiny thin slot. Finally, after several tries, the green light blinked and the locks disengaged. The door swung open and we entered the space.

Bypassing the dresser which held all the wigs that I had used over the weekend for our roleplay, I stripped out of my clothing on my way to the bed. I felt the heat of his gaze roaming my body. My heart pounded in my chest as arousal flowed through my veins.

“Strip,” I commanded.

He let off a surprised chuckle. I was usually the submissive type. Following the demands, not making them.

Tonight was different.

Tonight I could be myself.

Because tonight was the the last time.

Chapter 6

Walking my naked behind to the window, I pulled the curtains shut and I heard the whisper of fabric hit the floor. A chill raced up my spine.

Good, he’s listening. Everything will go smoothly if he does as I say.

I made my way to the minibar and pulled out a bottle of Jack and a can of Coke. I fixed his drink, just the way he liked it. Heavy on the Jack, light on the Coke.

Does that bitch know how he likes his drinks?

Probably not because she was selfish.

She probably forces their maid make his drinks.

I handed him the cool glass and watched with pleasure as he swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine. He licked the droplets from his full lips and my pussy contracted hard. I needed him. Now! Before it was too late.

“Get on the bed.”

He raised a brow. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Shut up!” Taking the glass from his hand, I repeated myself, “Get. On. The Bed.”

He followed my instructions and I smirked.

“That’s a good boy,” I murmured. “Tonight, you will not speak. You will follow directions. We will do things my way.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, excitement coating every syllable.

I cut my eyes at him and he clamped his lips shut. Strolling over to the dresser, I opened a drawer and pulled out four silk swaths of cloth.

I watched as desire lit up Jermaine’s eyes. I could feel it burning inside me too. Promises of pleasure mingled with inevitable pain, causing me to shudder.

Straddling his rock hard dick, I tied each of his wrists and ankles to the bed. He was laid out, spread eagle, before me. He was completely at my mercy. I relished the feeling of power coursing through my veins. I became dizzy with it.

This is the last time.

Starting with his ankles, I trailed my wet tongue up his salty skin. My mouth watered as his flavor exploded across my taste buds.

It was heady.

It was addictive.

It was mine.

His moans bounced off the walls, mixing with my slurps and sucks. I bit the inside of his left thigh, marking him. Lying flat between his spread thighs, I flicked my tongue over his balls until his hips arched off the bed.

SMACK!

The stinging slap of my palm against his dick had him sucking in air through clenched teeth, his hips immediately returning to the mattress. I trailed soft kisses up the length of his dick until I reached the sensitive head. Pre-cum dripped down the sides and I licked it up.

Jermaine was my absolute favorite treat.

Opening my jaw, I dropped my head over his dick until he tickled my tonsils. I relaxed my throat and pushed down further until I gagged.

“OH SHIT, SHONNY!”

Releasing the hold my throat had on him, I came up for air, spitting on the head of his dick.

“Shut the fuck up!”

Jermaine closed his mouth so fast the sound of teeth clashing against teeth filled the room.

I run this shit, motherfucker.

Returning my attention back to his dick, I once again dropped my head. Up and down. Back and forth. I set a rhythm that had his toes curling. I shoved him down my throat, sticking my tongue out to caress his nuts.

His dick began to swell between my swollen lips. His body thrashed around the bed. Whimpers and moans escaped his lips.

He was about to nut.

Quickly, I popped him out of my mouth before slamming my overheated pussy on his dick. His back arched in surprise as I licked and bit his tiny nipples.

The hard glide of his dick against my walls had me screaming in pleasure. Spreading my legs wider, I leaned forward. I slid my pussy on his dick, the soft hairs at his pelvis scratching my swollen clit. My nails raked down his sides, causing long thin scratches to appear.

Fire shot through my body as a shiver ran down my spine. My pussy spasmed, sucking him deeper inside of me. His roars hit my ears and I sighed in pleasure. My body needed this. Needed his cum flooding my core.

I brought my lips to his, swallowing his moans. They belonged to me. Just like his cum. Just like his heart.

Everything about Jermaine Hamilton was mine. If only he would realize that.

“Tell my you love me!”

“I-I-I lo-love y-you,” he stuttered.

That was all I needed to hear.

That was confirmation that everything I had set in motion was the right thing to do.

This was the last time.

Chapter 7

I was many things. Crazy included. But I knew how to function. A functioning crazy black woman was dangerous for anyone that stood in my way.

I had loved Jermaine since the day he walked into my office. He had just been released from prison and added to my caseload. It was wrong. We both knew it. But, most importantly, I knew it. I was his parole officer, I knew better. But, we fell in love.

Four months later, I was pregnant. Six months after that, I had to give him back to A’sha.

A piece of me died inside every time I had to see her with an upgraded ring. I almost lost my damn mind when I found out she was pregnant. The thought of that precious baby girl being raised by that bitch made me furious.

I took out that fury on Jermaine’s dick as I bounced up and down, enjoying the way he struggled against the bindings.

This was the last time.

The only reason I wasn’t in a psych ward was Jay-Jay. He was my sanity. He was my motivation. He was the lynchpin to my masterplan.

I had always told him that me and his daddy belonged together. I fed him the story of our love and its downfall every day until he was eighteen.

Then, I set him loose.

I let him live with Jermaine and that bitch, hoping he would stick to the plan I had laid out for him.

But, he did me one better.

He didn’t try to convince his father that I was his soulmate. Nope. My baby boy convinced Jermaine that A’sha was nothing but a dirty slut.

How?

I smirked as I continued to swivel my hips on Jermaine’s dick. It was rubbing up against my g-spot, making my legs quiver. Sweat rolled from my skin down to his, smoothing the glide of our bodies against each others.

Jay-Jay started fucking A’sha, pushing his father back into my waiting arms.

I loved Jermaine Hamilton. Nothing, not even that bitch would stop that. Now that I knew he loved me too...well…

This was the last time.

Chapter 8

My body jerked with anticipation as I studied Jermaine’s face. His eyes grew soft. He mouth relaxed. His breathing became shallow.

It was almost time.

Pussy pulsating wildly. Nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. Muscles quivering with each lift of my hips.

This was the last time.

“Sooomethin is w-w-wrong,” Jermaine slurred.

His dick started to deflate inside of me and I moaned deeply.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t fight it.” I ground my hips against is soft dick, brushing my clit with it. “Just let it happen.”

“W-w-what d-d-did y-you do?”

I watched his eyes go in and out of focus. His arms hung lifelessly from the bedposts. His toes twitched.

“I made you a drink,” I told him. “Just how you like it, baby.”

Laughter bubbled up from my throat. Just like most men, Jermaine had underestimated me. Did he really think I was going to let him leave Atlanta and go back home to that bitch?

He got me fucked up.

Orgasm slammed into me as Jermaine’s eyes filled with panic. My entire body felt weightless. Electrified. The stress of the last eighteen years rolled off my shoulders and my body practically melted as I collapsed on his chest.

Coming back down to earth, I kissed Jermaine’s parted lips.

“Go to sleep, baby. This was the last time.”

Chapter 9

Making sure I had all my shit packed, I texted my son as I headed for the door. I glanced back at Jermaine’s passed out body and blew a kiss. I wasn’t worried about him. Housekeeping would find him the morning. By that time, I would be long gone.

My sneakers sunk into the plush hallway carpet as I made my way to the elevator. I hummed a tune as I rode it all the way down to the parking garage.

Finding my rental, I hopped inside and drove off into the dark Atlanta streets.

I loved when a plan came together.

I meant what I told Jermaine. This was the last fucking time.

No more pretending to be other women.

No more being the bitch that got fucked in cars or strange hotel rooms.

No more flying across the country to go out in public with my man.

All that shit was done.

He wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

Just like a man.

Jermaine thought shit was complicated. Well, I was going to make it simple. I was going to remove factors from this fucked up equation. I was going to put my happiness first. Damn the consequences.

I was going to murder that bitch!

It was the only way that my man could have everything he wanted. Everything he deserved. That bitch wasn’t going to just let him walk out of her life. He tried that and it didn’t work.

We were doing shit my way now.

Sleep tight baby, I thought while speeding to the airport. When you wake up, I will have made everything better.

By the time he woke up, his world would be right again.

He would have his daughter.

He would have his company.

He would have everything he worked for.

And me, well, I would finally be able to be the woman I was always meant to be. Taking my rightful place as Shontal Hamilton.

It’s Goin’ Down 2Nite w. T.J. Hope

Chapter 1

Michelle

Simone and I were heading into the hottest social of the Black Writers’ Weekend, at this plush spot called Luxe. We loved when Black Writer’s Weekend came to our favorite city, Hotlanta.

It was time to let our hair down and party with some literary stars.

I was still pulling down my deep green sequin Vera Wang dress, trying to straighten it as we rounded the block to Luxe. Simone had been playing with my pussy while I was trying to park the car. Even now my walls were pulsating from the powerful orgasm I had behind the wheel. Now, as we approached the club, she was licking my sticky cum from her fingers and turning me the fuck on.

Simone’s skin was a deep caramel, on the verge of brown. At 5’9, she was thick and shapely, held up and in place by some wonderful force, only she controlled. Her form-fitting black dress clung to her silhouette, revealing ample cleavage.

She knew she was sexy and flaunted it.

I, on the other hand, was a little more reserved.

Well, on the outside at least.

I was petite, at 5’4”, though, like Simone, I had big brown eyes that reminded people of Bambi, my Milky Way complexion made us look anything but similar. Especially with my athletic build.

Though my ass sat up high and my breasts were perky enough for me to go without a bra, Simone carried it better.

Luxe was buzzing.

Cars lined the streets in the front and on the sides. The noise from the people waiting in line echoed up the block as we found our way to the end.

We passed a light-skinned woman holding on to her tall chocolate man for dear life.

Watching her watch me as I walk off. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.

This bitch got on my dress.

“Do you see this bullshit?” I asked Simone, rolling my eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, focusing on her phone as we took our spots at the end of the line. “You wear it better.”

I needed to get inside and get a drink. I was already annoyed. This was the fifth time I’d seen someone during the Writer’s Weekend wearing the same thing as me. Here I was, again, thinking I was cute, only for the next bitch to walk by me wearing some knock-off shit they knew wasn’t real.

I shifted my feet a little, hoping this would not be a long wait. My pinky toe started throbbing in my pointy-toed stilettos, and all we’d done was walk from the car.

After five minutes of suffering and debating on whether or not to take off my shoes, we were inside.

Chapter 2

Luxe was expensively beautiful.

I took in a breath at the purple lighting, smiling at Simone who was pointing to the bar. The large dance floor to the right was packed as two men put on a performance with one woman.

I scanned the curtained lined VIP tables for the authors and sponsors as we made our way to the bar.

“Look, E.S. is here girl,” I said pointing to an empty table with a large picture of his smiling face. Looking around, I repeated myself again, “Girl, E.S. is here.”

We were both avid readers and excited about meeting E.S. Woods. I was getting wet just thinking about his book, Tie Me Up. He was one of the major reason we were there. We were on the fence about coming until we saw him on the AAMBC website. I booked my ticket.

From the moment we saw him up close, and in person, Simone and I joked about him doing some of the shit he wrote about in Tie Me Up to the both of us. After purposely bumping into him multiple times throughout the weekend, we were determined to seduce him.

Had he not had that overgrown tween hanging off his arm over the past weekend, we would have already invited him up to our room.

Bitch.

This was the last event of the Black Writer’s Weekend.

I was going to have my threesome. I just hoped E.S. would be the participant.

I was fine with just having sex with Simone. Though her idea of bringing a man in had me nervous, it excited me at the same time.

The thought of it being one of the fine brothas from Atlanta made my pussy thump.

“Take this, Chelle.”

I watched as Simone pulled a small sand-colored capsule. She held it over one of the glasses the bartender had just sat in front of her and with the help of pointed nails broke it open. Stirring the brown clumps into the shot glass with the tip of her nail, she handed it to me before repeating the process with her shot.

“What’s this?” I asked concerned.

She knows I don’t fuck with pills.

“Just take the shot bitch,” she said tossing hers back. The sour look on her face turned to one of disgust. She made a gagging face before turning back to the bar and calling out, “Bring me two more Horny Southerners. Chelle! Drink up.”

Using her left hand to push the shot closer to my lips, she made a V with her fingers and started flicking her tongue around. I bit my lip at the thought of her tongue which could outrun any jackrabbit.

“Alright then,” I sighed lifting my shot glass to salute her. Clenching my legs shut I tossed the shot back, not sure if I was prepared for what my last night in Hotlanta would bring.

“Ayyee, THIZZ FACE!” Simone screamed at the look on my face. Taking my glass, she pushed another shot in my hand, “Here, this will help.”

I shrugged and took the shot.

Chapter 3

Thirty minutes later, I sat at a small two person table rubbing my legs together. To suppress the urge to grind my teeth, I tried to focus on the sparks flying out my fingertips and lifting the hairs on my arm.

This was my first time on molly. I’d tried Xtasy but didn’t like the depressing ass come down. Had a bitch ready to slit her wrist in a bath tube just because I used up all the hot water.

Wild Thoughts was blasting through the speakers sending vibrations through my body that made my pussy twitch. The lyrics echoed in my head like a chant.

Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey, naked...

My thighs teased my swollen lower lips as the now damp fabric stuck to my vagina.

“You feeling yo’self huh girl?” Simone said, dropping into the seat across from me with more shots.

I smiled, wiping at the moisture I felt beading across my forehead. Though I’d been facing the bar, I hadn’t seen her walking back with the drinks. I wanted to sit this way so I could have a clear eye on E.S.’s VIP area. I was waiting for him to come back.

There were just too many colors swirling around me. Too many feelings building in me. All of which were... intense and emotional.

I grabbed my drink and tossed it back. This time I didn’t feel a burn. It went down smooth as water. Looking at the glass to be sure I’d drank it, I sat it down hard.

I was fucked up, and I was ready. E.S. was gone have my seat wet and me planning to sit on another man’s face tonight.

Any man.

“Hmmm, look at him,” I said, scanning the room.

I breathed the smell of sweat, and Cool Water for women in until my lungs was full. It felt so good to just… breathe. The breath I held for a second came out in body shaking shutters which caused a coughing fit of pleasure.

It felt even better to let go.

“Well, if E.S. doesn’t come back, looks like we found our guy,” Simone said, staring at the man at the bar. His black suit and red tie made him look a little overdressed for the night, but he was fine. “What you think, writer? Reader?”

We both laughed.

“By the way, he was walking…” I let my voice trail off.

Throwing my head back, I laughed, and it felt good. With Simone by my side, I was ready. This was my bitch and the only reason I’ve been able to get through the last few years.

“Shit, I don’t care what that dick do, I wanna know what that tongue do though.”

“Right,” I agreed. “Excuse me, Mister. I just want to sit on your face and spin around,” I laughed. “How old you think he is?”.

“Do you care?”

We both yelled, “Nope,” at the same time.

Simone was fucking beautiful.

Her once matte lipstick was now shining, pulling my attention. As her lips moved I tried to focus, but her tongue. Her white teeth shone brightly, and her mouth looked shinier than usual. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her lips.

I started to think about those lips wrapped around my pussy. That tongue teasing my clit. I placed my hands in between my shaking legs. I leaned forward, hypnotized by her tongue.

Clit swelling with tingling anticipation, I licked my lips thinking about tasting her. Grinding my teeth, I licked my lips.

She is so fucking hot.

I was a second away from just telling her to ‘Abort! Abandon Mission!’ Fuck these lames, I was ready to take her back to our room and ride her face when I noticed her hand waving in front of me.

“Bitch, you hear me?” Simone said with her eyes bugging out.

“Huh?” I asked squinting at her face with a smile.

I was thinking about the times we spent holding each other after sex. That was the best part, and I could picture her--.

“Michelle!” Simone clapped her hands to get my attention. “Focus bitch! I said, ‘your fucking husband is here.’”

Chapter 4

Three years ago, on my birthday, Charles was supposed to be taking me to see Xscape, back in concert, after he got off work.

Xscape’s reunion was a long time coming, so I was ready. I got my hair and nails done and my makeup applied by a technician at the Mac counter.

When I got a call instead of seeing him, I knew he wasn’t coming home. Something about a client he was on the verge of losing to his competition.

It seemed like his job was the only thing I was getting fucked by these days.

Beyond pissed, I started drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Merlot.

I called my best friend in tears and, as usual, she dropped everything to come check on me. When she arrived, I was still dressed up, feeling sorry for myself and on my second bottle of wine.

“Would you like some?” I asked.

“That’s a little light for me,” she said making her way to the bar in the den. “I’m trying to see what Charles got over up in this bar here.”

Through tears, I let my best friend know the latest disappointment in my marriage.

“I’m falling apart,” I sighed, tossing back my second bottle.

“Charles doesn’t care about you,” she stated, walking to me with a bottle of Hennessy. “People make time for the things they really want to make time for.”

“You think he doesn’t love me anymore?” I asked as I watched her fill two glasses and hand me one. “Am I...am I ugly?”

“Chelle,” she gritted out between clenched teeth while setting her glass down. She gripped my face between her palms. “Everything about you is fucking beautiful!”

Unable to stop myself, I tilted my chin up and placed my lips on top of hers. The first sip of her lips had me moaning. This was wrong but felt so right. This was my best friend, and the familiarity of her made this feeling that much more overwhelming.

Simone walked me back until I felt my knees hit the couch. I fell backward, my lips releasing hers.

I looked down at her hands on my knees, pulling them apart. She hiked up my skirt, and I felt the cool air caress my heated flesh. Anxiety pooled in my belly as the reality of what we were about to do hit me like a ton of bricks.

I knew from day one that she was bisexual and it never bothered me. I’d even been curious, questioning her on end about her experiences with other women. I relaxed ready to have all my questions answered.

She was so close to my pussy that I longed for her to taste me, and she knew it. Her hot breath tickled my wet folds. I started to inch up on the couch to bring it closer to her face.

“Uh-uh, around here you ask for what you want,” she said teasing me, making me wild with anticipation.

“I want it,” I panted.

“What is it that you want,” she asked seductively.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” I said shyly.

Before the words had completely left my lips, her moist tongue was on it, licking and slurping like she’d longed for this. I grabbed the back of her head, thrusting my wet flower up and down against her lips as she licked.

My body shook with pleasure. Every thought in my mind evaporated with the tightening in my core. Sweat dripped down my body and splashed onto hers as I rode her face hard.

Screams of bliss left my parted lips, and I grasped my breasts in a painful grip. My thighs quivered in anticipation. I was almost there.

Simone slapped my ass, the stinging causing my pussy to tighten around her tongue. We both groaned. She flicked her tongue harder, pushed it deeper, and I fell over the cliff.

Stars burst before my tightly shut eyes as I jerked against my best friend’s face. My pussy shuddered as it released waves of sticky cream on her tongue.

Satisfied, I collapsed and damn near suffocated her. The cold feelings of loneliness and abandonment I’d felt only hours before were now replaced with ecstasy. Thanks to my best friend’s magically addictive tongue.

Charles showed up a few hours before dawn.

Simone had long gone home and had pleased me numerous times. I didn’t give two fucks where Charles had been and didn’t even ask. I had no desire for him.

Since that day, I loved when he couldn’t make it home on time. I was ready to call my BFF and candy licker, all wrapped up into one. Simone was built like a brick house and could have any man eating her out all day. Instead, she wanted to do it to me.

I felt privileged and turned on by how much she loved to taste me. I never had to explain when I was going out with Simone. He had no idea that she was his main competition. He only saw us as best friends, spending girl time together.

Chapter 5

Charles

2.5 years later…

Lips locked in confused passion, I lifted Simone and slid her up the wall. Her legs locked around my waist, making my dick scratch against my boxers. Simone’s nails dug into the back of my head as if she were trying to fight me off by pulling me closer.

Walking her across the room, I dropped her on the couch. A gasp of pain escaped her lips, fading into a whimpering moan. She stared up at me with big doe eyes burning with passion as I peeled my shirt off and threw it behind the couch.

Latching her fingers around my belt buckle, she pulled me down on top of her. A grunt of pleasure laced pain got stuck in my throat as our teeth clicked and clinked together.

Belt unbuckled, my dick came bursting through the hole in my boxers. I felt the head of my dick sting as my arousal stretched my head. Hands wrapped around Simone’s small waist, I tried to fuck her through her leggings. I pushed my dick into the thin fabric, pulling gasps of pleasure and moans of longing from Simone.

“Oh my God Daddy,” she cried, struggling to take her shirt off under my weight. “Fuck me!”

Head buried into the cleavage produced by her bra, I smelled something familiar.

Michelle.

The scent of my wife mixed with sweat had me snatching her leggings down. Michelle’s pheromones swirling around me, I flipped Simone on her side and found her awaiting oasis. Grabbing my dick I pushed inside of her, shivering as I slide deeper and deeper as she got tighter and tighter.

“Oh F-FUCK!”

Simone was going porn star crazy.

Yeah, this what this messy bitch needed. Some dick.

Legs trapped shut by the leggings around her ankles, I spread her ass as I watched my dick slide out of her pussy. Glistening with her juices, I rotated my hips working her tight walls until I found my rhythm. Slapping the soft dark skin of her ass, I watched it shake and quiver with her leg.

“I knew that dick was good,” she managed to get out before screaming after I slammed all the way into her.

She knew my dick was good?

I felt a tingle creep from the base of my spin up my back, reaching in between my shoulder blades causing me to shiver.

Something was wrong.

I came over to get some insight. I came over to talk to Simone about Michelle. I needed some advice. The space between us was starting to feel more like hate than an extended rough patch. I needed to know what I was doing wrong. I needed to know if there was anything I could do right.

After five years of marriage, for the first time, I felt we just might not be meant to be. I didn’t make her happy.

Five shots to add to the seven I had at a bar earlier and there I was dick deep in my wife’s best friends pussy.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?”

I felt my heart skip as if a hand was around it, trying to stop it. My tunnel vision focused as my sucked air in desperate gasps, and I pulled out of my mistake.

“This ain’t right,” I told her getting off the couch, tucking my still hard wet dick into my silk boxers.

“But you felt so good,” she said sitting up and reaching for me.

“No!” I stepped back, zipping my pants and bucking my belt. “I love my--”

BEEP! BOOP!

I stopped at the sound of the car alarm activating. Ice ran through my veins as I rushed around the couch grabbing my shirt. Poking my head into my shirt, I used my finger to slide the ceiling to floor curtains back. Barely breathing, I scanned the outside world until I saw Michelle walking away from her Toyota to the front door.

Chapter 6

Luxe Lounge, Atlanta Georgia

Present Day

“You ready Charlie?”

The stretch hummer glided to a stop in front of Luxe.

I looked up at my childhood friend Antoine. A part of my past I had to leave behind when I decided to go into law. Looking over at my little cousin, Tyrone, I nodded.

I never wanted to hurt my wife. But Simone…

The driver opened the door, and I stepped out, buttoning my Armani blazer. As Ant and Tyrone stepped out, we were being eyed by the crowd waiting in line. My heart jumped, this place is packed.

“Just call me when you’re ready to leave Mr. Black,” the chauffeur said closing the door. His pale face burnt from the hot Atlanta sun.

“Stay close,” I told him running my fingers down the front of my suit, feeling the hard steel hanging from my waist.

A quick glance at my cousin and best friend dressed in black on black suits with blood red handkerchiefs told me we were ready. The two feel in step with me as my pointed tipped shoes clacked across the pavement passed the line.

Approaching thick-necked black brother in a suit bordering on too small, I reached into my inside pocket.

“Hi, I--”

“Line starts back there,” he said, pointing towards the line we’d just passed.

With a patient smirk, I pulled out a laminated badge.

“I’m Charles Black,” I handed him my badge. “I’m a sponsor.”

Hard face changing, he handed me my badge and stepped to the side.

“Enjoy y’all selves brothas,” I heard him grumble as I passed.

A short hall took us into a world reeking with the musk of repressed desire, reminding me of the Power Exchange in the San Francisco.

“Find her,” I said over my shoulder to Antoine and Tyrone. “And don’t let Michelle see you.”

Tyrone went left; Antoine went right. I stared ahead, trying to swallow the lump forming in his throat. I needed another drink.

Simone had a choice. I should have know when I found out she was sleeping with Michelle too. But, I loved Michelle enough to let her explore her sexuality. I loved her enough to let her have a woman on the side, giving her what I couldn’t.

I just didn’t think it would be Simone.

Simone was bad for our relationship. There was absolutely no way for Michelle to have her not-so-secret affair with her best friend and be married to me. No, not with the way I felt about Simone.

Catching a quick peek of Antoine, I found the bar and headed for it.

Michelle was going to be hurt tonight, whether she knew it or not. She was going to lose one, or both of us. Me and Simone. Eyes staring a hole through me had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I slowed my pursuit of liquid courage to scan the crowd when my eyes locked with Michelle.

I stopped.

Swallowing the flash of anger that crept into my throat, I sniffed the stuffy, sticky air and placed a smile on my face. For all Michelle knew, I was there to surprise her, not take her best friend and girlfriend from her. The woman, sitting next to her glaring at me.

I would have thought it was nothing but a woman supporting her best friend and manifesting her untold feelings.

That is if Simone hadn’t tried to kill me.

Chapter 7

I was five feet from the table when I saw panic sweep across Michelle’s face. Jumping out of her seat, she ran off into to a tangle of people dancing.

“Where did Michelle go?”

“Hello to you too daddy,” she said with a smile as she reached for my hand.

“Simone, I’m here for my wife,” I stated blunting, wanting nothing more than to pull out my nine and shoot the bitch in the face.

Frowning, she pushed herself up from the table. Face pulling into a smile, she straightened her skirt. She wobbled a little which told me the bitch was wasted.

As if she had cottonmouth her tongue shot out like a snake as she sucked on the inside of her lip.

“Wait here, I’ll go find her,” she turned around and slowly walked away, hips swaying sensually to its own tune.

I felt myself rise thinking about my dick sliding in and out of her phat ass. Shaking it off I looked around for Antoine or Tyrone. I wanted them to keep an eye on her. I pulled out my phone and shot them a message, letting them know I’d seen both Michelle and Simone. I reminded them to not let Michelle see them.

After ordering two shots of Cunnilingus, I sent a message to the driver. Letting him know I was almost ready.

“…she was cute, but I was like oh’ honey,” I heard a high pitched male voice explaining to my right. I took my first shot and then glanced over. I didn’t need the makeup plastered on his face for me to know what team he pitched for. “That does nothing for me.”

Averting my eyes as they laughed. I took back my next shot, looking towards the direction my wife and Simone went. My mind flashed to Wednesday night when I was leaving my office building.

I’d gotten into my car and was ready to back out of my spot when a man in all black ran up behind it, gun raised.

“GET OUT THE CAR!” he yelled pointing the gun at the back of my head.

Opening my door, I slowly took my foot off the break, not wanting to make a move. My car made the slightest shift, and I stopped.

“GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR!”

Anger replacing my fear and creasing my brow, I took my foot off the break and stepped down the gas.

He never saw it coming.

His name was Lenard West. I placed my hand in my pocket and pulled out the photo of him and Simone I’d found in his wallet. It was a picture of Lenard and Simone, on the back was a handwritten note from one favorite cousin to another.

“She’s going to find her,” I spat out my mouth with a sigh.

I knew I couldn’t trust that bitch.

Chapter 8

Racing passed the dance floor in the direction I’d seen them go, I kept a hand on the gun in my waistband. I spotted both Tyrone and Antoine, but they didn’t see me. Pulling out my phone to let them know where I was, I walked into a hall and bumped into Simone.

My mouth dried.

Smiling up at me with wide eyes which seem to pierce my soul, she rubbed her back against the wall in the small hall.

“Where’s Michelle?”

“Where’s Michelle?” she mimicked me. “So serious. You’re not happy to see me? I’m happy to see you.

“Are you?” I asked. “Is it because you thought your cousin killed me?”

Her faced twitched. I knew it was more from whatever she was on than what I said.

“What?

“You tried to have Lenny kill me,” I said reaching into my pocket and pulling out the picture, throwing it at her. “I think he’d want you to have this.”

She didn’t move. She just looked down, watching the small wallet sized picture floating to the ground. It landed on it’s back. I watched as she looked down at the picture, knowing what it meant.

Lenard was dead.

Eyes still wide she cleared her throat, “I am not responsible for Lenard. He is--was a grown man.”

If there was pain there, she hid it well.

“I will tell you that he knew everything. How you are with Michelle and how we fucked and, sure, maybe my overprotective cousin felt some-type-of-way,” she shrugged. “But, I did not send him to kill you. I mean, why? Why?”

“Where is Michelle?” I asked again, not knowing what to believe.

What if she was telling the truth?

I just needed to get to Michelle. Once I saw my wife and knew everything was okay, maybe I would see reason; maybe then, I’d know what to do.

“This way,” she said, walking me down the hall and to the right. We passed closed doors screaming with life under the dark purple lighting. “She’s really drunk and emotional right now. She saw you and wanted a break.”

I glanced into the woman’s bathroom, and we stopped at a door.

“She feeling herself, just be patient with her,” Simone advised, running her manicured nails across her breast and sucking in a body shaking breath. She was feeling all the words coming out of her mouth. “Go in there and kiss her. Tell her she is beautiful and you love her.”

Though my feelings were still out about the bitch, what was coming out of her mouth was realness. Taking a deep breath, I straightened myself up and opened the door, walking into the dark room.

Eyes trying to adjust to the darkness, I turned back for the door.

I was trippin’. Love had me being stupid. That bitch had just tried to kill me, and now I just walked into a random dark room of her choosing. Reaching for my gun, I turned to leave when I heard someone sniffle.

“Michelle?” I called peering out into the dark.

Eyes adjusting, I saw the same sparkle I’d seen as she rushed off earlier. Complete blackness left my hands and imagination to see for me. Taking a cautious step forward, so not to hit her, I followed the soft sobs down to the floor.

“Michelle,” I whispered, feeling a vice go around my heart. I could picture her tear-streaked face in my mind as I looked down in the directions of her sobs.

Feeling for her face, I did the only thing I could. I kissed her. My lips hit her cheek before finding her full lips. Mouths pressed together, I stuck my tongue in her mouth trying to kiss away her pain.

I didn’t want her to cry. I didn’t want her to feel bad. I wanted my baby happy. I wanted to kiss away her pain and bring her nothing but pleasure. As if meeting for the first time our tongues touched and roaming one another’s mouth.

She kissed differently. Normally she was reserved, liking me to take over and letting my tongue to pin her downs. She would playfully suck and pull my tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth. But not now. Now, she was kissing me as aggressively as I kissed her. Our tongues battled for dominance as her teeth stacked the deck in her favor.

I could feel her tears on my face as she moaned deeply making me want to take her right then and there. I heard the door open behind me, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered to me. I’d stay there with the love of my life, lips fused as one until she realized that I loved her; that I would do anything for her.

“…him to wait in here while I went to find you,” I heard as my eyelids lit up.

“Charles?”

Chapter 9

Stomach turning I opened my eyes and nearly screamed. The tear-stained cheeks and running mascara did not belong to Michelle. Looking behind me, I saw Michelle standing in the doorway wearing the exact same dress as the woman I’d been kissing.

“Michelle,” I breathed.

Shaking her head, she held back tears as she turned and walked away.

“I am so sorry, girl,” Simone’s voice trailed behind Michelle.

That bitch!

Simone was really the only problem in our relationship, and I planned to take that bitch out.

“Jessica?” a man said walking into the closet as I rushed passed him. “Oh my God, Bae!”

I rushed through the hall, frantically searching for Michelle. Expecting her to leave, I headed towards the door, looking for Tyrone and or Antoine. Not finding them, I reached for my gun but grabbed my phone instead.

I wasn’t about to turn this beautiful collection of melanin into a bloodbath.

Heading towards the door, I spotted Michelle. She was sitting at the bar, with Simone.

Straightening my silk tie, I rolled my shoulders and made my way to the bar, squeezing my phone so tight my hand ached. My heart was beating in my ears as I approached my wife from behind.

Simone saw me first. She rolled her eyes and just as expected Michelle turned around. Shaking her head, she grabbed the shot the bartender sat in front of her and took it back. Simone smiled.

The bitch thought it was funny.

“I need to talk to you,” I said before clearing my throat.

“We can talk at home Charles,” Michelle sighed loudly.

The musical voice of Mary J. Blige and Musiq Soulchild filled the room touching my soul, and I dropped to my knee.

“Michelle,” I called, looking up at my wife; my heart.

“I am not goin’ to let you ruin this for me, Charles,” she said, trying not to look at me. “Go home, and we can talk about whatever you think you need to explain to me.”

Reaching for her hand, I dropped my other knee. Holding her hand in between mine, I silently begged her.

I held firm to her hand, not letting her go. I couldn’t. She looked at me with wide, distant eyes.

“Please Michelle, I love you,” I kissed her hand. “I can’t keep hurting you. If I walk out that door without you talking to me, I will leave. Not for me, but, for you.”

I saw a tear fall from her eye. “I love you too but--”

“No buts, not here,” I cut her off, ignoring the glare I was getting from Simone.

“Girl, just ignore him, you got all your life to be stressing off your relations,” Simone said, reaching out and stroking her other hand. “Girl, just do you. He ain’t there. You asked him to leave.”

Rage flashed through me when I saw the blank stare of Michelle’s face switched to one of pleasure. Closing her eyes, she shivered.

“I know you fucking.”

Chapter 10

The words came out of my mouth before I could think about them.

Though, not the way I wanted. She now knew I knew.

And had I not told her, she wouldn’t have agreed to talk with me, despite the protest of a nervous Simone.

Bitch should be nervous.

“I’ll sit here and wait for you,” Simone said as I led my wife away. “Text me, girl, Imma be here…”

Michelle’s dramatic goodbye as I pulled her through the crowd distracted her from my head nod to Tyrone and Antoine on their way to the bar.

“Slow down,” Michelle called, but I wasn’t listening.

I needed to get her away from Simone. Pulling my wife out of the club without Simone attached to her felt like a weight had been lifted. To my mounting relief, my driver had the Escalade parked curbside. I pulled the door open before he was able to get out and assist.

“Wait, I’m not leaving,” Michelle said, stepping back.

I didn’t have time for this.

“We will come back for Simone,” I said, nearly picking her up as I pushed her into the backseat.

“Charles!”

“Drive,” I called, climbing in after her, shutting the door.

“Charles!”

I covered her mouth with a kiss. She tried to protest, but I wouldn’t let her. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, grabbing the hands that were trying to stop me.

Moaning through our kiss, her breathing became rapid. Her once flailing arms were now pulling themselves closer to her chest. The driver pulled off, throwing us back into the seat, breaking our kiss.

“Charles,” she moaned grabbing my hand and rubbing it on her thigh.

Her eyes were still wide and looked like they would pop out.

“Michelle?” I asked confused on the sudden change from aggression to passion.

Knowing my wife’s body, I did what came naturally. I flipped down the front of her dress with one hand while letting her guide the other one between her warm thighs. Breast bubbling over, I grabbed one and ran a thumb over the hardening nipple. She gasped, twitching, locking her thighs around my hand with each shock of pleasure.

I leaned over and blew on her nipple sending seizures of pleasure through her.

“Why you stop, come on,” Michelle begged.

The bugged-out look in her eyes coupled with the sweat beading her forehead told me she’d popped a pill.

Who the fuck was this woman?

Whoever this Michelle was, I was ready to reintroduce her to me, Charles Black.

Flipping her legs up, I snatched down the thin damp draws covering her vagina. Diving in deep, I held her legs up and together with one hand and licked. She screamed, grabbed my head and pulled me into her. I licked and drank her, getting lost in the mouth-watering taste of her love I pulled into my mouth.

I felt my dick pushing against my pants, begging to be freed. I obliged. I felt the buzzing of my phone before it fell to my ankles. Still holding Michelle legs up, I rubbed my dick up and down her vagina, coating her ass hole with drizzles of her mounting love.

I was ready to push in and explore my love’s flower when the Escalade jerked to a stop. There was a knock on the partition.

“Sir,” I heard the driver call.

“No, no, don’t stop baby,” Michelle begged.

Looking down at Michelle, my mind went to Simone and my boys at the club.

“Hold on, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I sighed, reaching over to roll down the partition a crack. “What is it?”

“Your party has called the agency,” he informed me. “They said that I left them at the club.”

“No, we didn’t leave,” I explained, letting go of Michelle’s legs. “We are going back.”

“That’s what I told them, but they insist that they were left.”

Finding my phone in my pants pocket, I saw the twelve missed calls and seven text messages.

Grunting loudly, Michelle righted herself. With an attitude, she adjusted her dress.

“Look, my friend is waiting for me,” she said finding her phone in her clutch.

“Michelle, don’t be like that,” I said, clicking on the first text message. “Can you go back to the club.”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s done, come swoop us.

“Well,” Michelle said, staring down at her phone as if searching it for a witty comeback. “Oh.”

“What?’ I asked, rolling the partition backup.

“Simone just texted me,” she said, nails tapping on the screen of her phone.

“And?”

“And,” she looked up at me, then her phone. Face scrunched as if she couldn’t believe what she was reading. “She said she going home with some guy she met at the bar.”

She sighed and dropped her phone in her lap.

“Looks like I’m stuck with you,” she spat, crossing her arms. “You could at least finish eating my pussy before we pick them motherfuckers up.”

Glancing at the seven texts I’d gotten from Tyrone told me that message wasn’t from Simone. Antoine had her phone now.

Relief quickly spread through my body and into my bones. It was over, I got that bitch.

“Mr. Chauffeur man, take the long way,” I called, pulling my pants down.

Precum dripped from my head as I pulled my wife close to me.

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