Killing Them Softly (9 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Devin

The sound of the alarm came way too early for me that morning. It was after two when Avonte finally let me close my eyes. It felt like I hadn’t been to sleep at all. I didn’t need to look at the time, I knew it was four o’clock, and I just didn’t want to get up. But I knew I had to, so I did.

I stood in the shower and let the water beat down on my back. Hot showers usually brought me to life—probably because I did my best thinking in the shower. But not this morning. This morning, all I could think about was getting back in the bed.

I heard the bathroom door open, and shortly there after, the shower door opened. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, and stepped in without waiting for my response. It wasn’t like I was about to say no.

I moved a little to the side so she could get wet. "Not at all."

"I enjoyed you last night," Avonte said, and looked at me.

"What about this morning?"

"That was good, too. How are you feeling?"

"Just a little tired," I said.

"I know how to wake you up." Avonte dropped to her knees and took my dick into her mouth like she was trying to swallow it all. It felt incredible, and I marveled at her skills. She was right, I was wide-awake now.

Avonte stood up and kissed me. Her tongue attacked mine, and I slid my hands from her breasts to her hips to her ass, and back up to her breasts again. I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, and rolled it around with my tongue.

"Hmm," she said in a whisper. "I like it like that."

I nibbled on her neck and chin, and then I kissed her again. Then, I gently spread her legs and used my fingers to massage her clit and dip into her wetness. Avonte closed her eyes, and I felt her body tremble as I slid my fingers in and out of her. "You feel so good." Avonte told me and attacked my tongue. I lifted her off her feet and pulled myself into her.

As the hot water rained down on our skin, I bent my legs and pumped harder. Avonte rocked her hips, and I felt her juices flowing. "Yes, baby! Yes!"

After that, we took it back to the bed, and she finished me off. I got back in the shower, got dressed, and went home so I would be there when Taye woke up.

I met Avonte that evening at Belcourt on 4th Street. She sat quietly at the bar, sipping her drink and smiling. After dinner, we went back to Club Quarters. Once we were settled in our room, I turned to Avonte and took her in my arms.

"Devin, I left my purse in the car. Could you get it for me, please?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

"You called me baby," she beamed.

"Did I say something wrong?" I said sarcastically. I read her eyes and knew I hadn’t.

"No," she replied firmly. "I like it."

"Maybe I should do it more often."

"Maybe you should just do that," she said with a bit of a bite.

Without any further hesitation, I left the room. Everything about her said, "Take me, Devin."

When I returned to the room with Avonte’s purse, seeing the candles on both sides of the bed and hearing the music brought a smile to my face. Avonte emerged from the bathroom. I looked up. The sight of her, dressed in a black lace teddy, walking toward me, sent chills through me. "I like that."

"That’s exactly what I had in mind," she replied, wrapping her arms around me.

I kissed her on the forehead.

"In fact, I think that you’re overdressed."

"Really? What do you think I should be wearing?" I asked innocently, while Avonte unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands across my chest.

"Nothing," she said, and kissed me.

I felt myself getting harder as I tasted her tongue. She undressed me slowly as we swayed to the music. She touched me in ways that I had only imagined she would. Avonte made slow circles around my nipples, and they began to harden. I removed the lace and revealed her breasts. I touched them, held them, squeezed them; teased them with my tongue. I glided my tongue around her beautiful dark circles, coming close, but never touching her nipples.

Avonte stroked my ever-hardening dick with long, even strokes from tip to shaft. My body shook. She squeezed my nipples, and her stroking became more intense, more focused.

Avonte spread her legs. I slid my hand along her thighs and gently fingered her clit. I felt it getting harder under my touch. Her head drifted back, and she moaned her approval. I felt her body quiver. I wanted to taste her, to drink from her fountain until I’d had my fill. I wanted to drown my face in an ocean of her come.

I watched her turn around and enjoyed the perfection that is her ass. Avonte lay down on her stomach. I sat beside her and ran my hands along her back, her perfect ass, and her firm thighs. I entered her from behind. Her pussy was so soft, so wet; I could barely control my passion. I felt her ass bucking, pounding against me. Avonte yelled, "FUCK ME HARDER!"

I did as she asked.

I felt the muscles inside her tighten.

I repositioned myself on the bed, and Avonte proceeded to lower her body onto my face. I ran my tongue along her lips, and then licked and sucked her clit. She moaned while continuing to slide her hand up and down my dick.

Once again, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. My back arched. The movement of my tongue increased to a pace, which coincided with hers.

Her body shook.

"I don’t want to come yet," she said, removing herself from my face and straddling my torso. She winked at me and lowered herself onto me. Taking my dick into the wetness between her thighs, we stared into each other’s eyes and moved in unison—each movement agonizingly slow and deliberate to heighten our mutual pleasure.

After our first two nights together, I didn’t see her for more than a week, but we talked every day. I felt guilty about cheating on Taye. I all but told her one night, but she was so deep into her depression that I don’t really think she got what I was trying to say, or she just didn’t care.

For the last five months that has been my life, I’d fuck Avonte all night, and then I’d go home. I’d wake up at seven o’clock in the morning in bed with Taye. Depending on how she was feeling that day, Taye would either start an argument with me, which happened a whole lot more than I’d like, or she’d ignore me totally, which was fine with me. I’d get dressed and then I’d go to work.

Over the past five months, I’ve grown less patient with Taye. I knew it was wrong, but that’s the way I felt. It has gotten to the point where I can’t stand to be around her, which led me to Avonte. She was like a drug. No matter how much I had her, I still wanted more. Avonte was always ready to give it to me, and it was always so fuckin’ good. Avonte never let me leave her without coming first.

"I don’t want you to have one drop left for her," she’d always say.

"You don’t have to worry about that. She don’t want none of this," I’d tell her.

"I know, but in case she comes to her senses one night, there won’t be any left. This is my dick."

Each night we’d meet after work for dinner. One night, while we waited for our table, Avonte and I had drinks at the bar. We didn’t even get seated at a table before we were out of there. Over drinks, we agreed that the only thing either of us was hungry for was each other. We went to the closest bed we could find, and fucked each other silly.

It was after 11 when I got home, and Taye was asleep, just as she was every night. I could set my clock by it. Every night at eight-thirty, Taye took her sleeping pills. By nine o’clock, she would be out like a light. That’s how it began. Every night, I would come home and wait for Taye to pass out at nine. Then, I would leave the house and go be with Avonte, who’d be waiting at some motel near my house. We did our thing, and I’d be back in bed when Taye woke up.

As things between me and Taye got worse, I would come home less and less. Avonte and I would get together for dinner after I got off work. Someplace small and out of the way, where I was sure that I wouldn’t be recognized. Some nights we’d hang out, take in a movie or a Broadway show, and other nights, it was straight to the hotel. It got to the point where I had spent so much on hotel rooms, that it was cheaper to rent a furnished studio apartment. I found a spot not too far from my job. When I got off work, Avonte would be there with dinner waiting. After dinner, we headed to the bedroom for the best sex I’d ever had. Then, about two or three in the morning, usually three, I’d leave Avonte and go home, so I could wake up next to Taye.

Avonte didn’t like to talk about what was going on with her marriage, so I didn’t ask. I didn’t know how her husband let her be gone every night, all night, but I’m not complaining. Sometimes I wondered if Avonte was married at all, but here again, I ain’t complaining.

It was Friday night, and I had gotten to the apartment a little earlier than I usually did. I found Avonte in the bed, curled up with her laptop, surfing the web. "Hi," she said when I came in the room.

"Hi, yourself," I said, and took off my jacket.

"I didn’t feel like cooking tonight," Avonte said. "So, you’re having me for dinner." She pulled back the covers. I loosened my tie and joined her in bed. You know what happened then. While we made love, I thought about what I was doing there. There I was, a married man, and I practically lived with Avonte. Avonte shook her hips and grabbed her breasts. "I can feel you getting harder inside me. Give me that juice, baby. I want it all."

My eyes and mouth opened wide, and my body became rigid. Avonte smiled then began pounding her body into mine, and rocking her hips furiously until she had taken it all from me. Avonte rolled off of me and lay flat on her back, out of breath, but smiling.

The two of us laid there for I don’t know how long, in each other’s arms, enjoying the quiet bliss after great sex. Avonte inched a little closer and kissed my chest. "You make me feel so good. Every time we do it, you take me to a new level."

"It is great. You make me feel good, too, Avonte."

"Let’s do something tonight," Avonte said.

"Like what?"

"Since we got this place, we hardly do anything," she paused, while I gave her a funny look, and then she continued, "other than fuck, I mean."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don’t know. What do you wanna do?"

I’ve always hated that. Why do women do that? They wanna go out, but when you ask them where, they never have a clue. I decided to turn the tables on her. I sat up in bed and looked at Avonte. "I don’t know. What do
you
wanna do?"

Avonte laughed. "I tell you what."

"What?" I said, and kissed her. I couldn’t get enough of her.

"Why don’t we take a shower and get dressed. We’ll figure it out from there."

"I’m hungry, are you?"

"Of course," Avonte said, and rolled out of bed.

"So, we know eating is involved in this plan. Maybe if you put on something real sexy, I might take you dancing."

"Really? We haven’t been dancing since San Juan. Sounds like a plan is coming together."

Once we were dressed, we had dinner at Bocca’s on East 19th Street. It’s a Roman restaurant that we’d been promising to try. And I have to say that in a city like New York where you can find Italian food on just about every corner, the Roman cuisine was outstanding.

Since Avonte wore something sexy as I requested, after dinner, we went dancing. We had been on the dance floor from the time we hit the door. Both of us loved dancing, and we had so much fun dirty dancing the night away. When Avonte said that she was tired, we left the floor. "I’m gonna get a drink."

"I’m going to the men’s room. Why don’t you order me a drink, and I’ll meet you at the bar."

While I was in there, I took out my cell phone, and just as I did every night, I blocked my number and called my house to see if Taye would answer. She never did. Sometimes I wished she would answer when I called. That would mean she didn’t take her sleeping pills, which could’ve been an indication she was getting better.

I really did want her to get better. There was still some part of me that remembered the beautiful life we were building together. There was that part of me that still loved her, and hated to see her so depressed. But lately, that voice had been silenced by parts of me that couldn’t stand to be around her. I began to enjoy my newfound freedom, and was in no real hurry to give it up.

I washed my hands and came out of the men’s room, and had begun making my way to the bar to join Avonte, when I saw a woman. The way her jet-black hair kept dropping over her pretty face made her look kind of innocent, yet very sexy at the same time. She was a tall woman, slender, but not skinny. She had nice-sized tits, and a bubble butt that made me want to follow her, so I did. She walked around the club for a while, obviously looking for somebody who she couldn’t find. When she stopped and looked around again, I stepped to her.

"Hello," I said over the music.

"Hi," she said, and continued to look around.

"You’re very pretty."

"Thank you," she said, and looked at me for the first time. A smile crept across her lips.

I leaned forward and asked, "What’s your name?"

"Angel," she answered in a voice that sounded like it belonged to an angel.

"My name is Devin."

Angel held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Devin."

"Believe me, Angel, the pleasure is all mine," I said and took her in with my eyes. "I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be looking for somebody."

"Yeah," Angel said, and looked around the club again. "I was supposed to be meeting a friend here, but I guess she’s not gonna show."

"Did you try calling her to see if she was coming?"

"No, she doesn’t have a cell phone," Angel said, and sighed deeply.

"You mean that there are still people in New York who don’t have cells?"

"I don’t know about all that, but she sure doesn’t." Angel took another deep breath. "I think I’ve waited long enough for her."

"I don’t think anybody who looks like you should be kept waiting."

"I can’t argue with your logic, so I’m going home," Angel said, and started for the door.

I walked along side her. "Listen, I would like to see you again. Maybe we could get together some time and have a drink."