Red Light Special (10 page)

“I’m not fuckin’ playin’.” Bless’ knees shook. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Goddamn,” was all he could say as he took his hands and ran them up and down her back. Her lips made classical music as his erotic liquid eased to the tip. “Shit…” He ran his hands through her hair. “Damn…” He gripped it. “Motherfucker…” He cupped her chin, and she stopped long enough to bite his fingers, then resumed sucking him.

“Tell me.” She licked the length of it. “How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Toostie Roll Pop?” She swallowed him whole again.

Unable to speak and totally caught off guard, Bless stretched his long arms across Collyn’s curled back and eased his warm pearls down her throat.

The moment he pulled from between her lips he became hard again; the sight of it was the prettiest thing Collyn had ever seen. She lay back on the floor and opened her legs like scissors. “Come and fulfill your fantasy, baby. Anything you’ve ever dreamed of is right here.” She showcased every ounce of her pink river.

Bless lifted her legs from the floor and placed her in the wheelbarrow position, and she locked her ankles behind his back. He coated his dick in her wetness and then eased into her warm flesh, while taking his hands and caressing her hips. He stroked and instantly she screamed, “Jeeeeeeeee’sussssssss…” He soared into her, her mouth flying open with every stroke. “Bless…!”

He pounded her harder than ever before, the swift motions of his hips causing his scrotum to slap against her ass. She knew when he was done it would be impossible to walk; this was fucking, loving, and lusting at its finest.

Collyn’s orgasm took over her body, and she screamed so loud, the windows howled. She felt a series of cold chills. She started to shake as orgasmic waves crashed from between her legs.

Bless took out his dick, saw how her cream had drowned it, and said, “Look at this shit.” He entered her again and within a matter of minutes he was exploding into her flesh.

He collapsed onto her and kissed her all over her face. “Damn, beautiful—” He was interrupted by his phone ringing. He rolled over the oily mat, reached for his jeans, and pulled his phone from his side pocket.

He stared at the caller ID a moment too long before answering his phone. “Bless Shields.”

Although Collyn hated that she could hear a woman’s voice, she hated even more that she cared. She watched his defined back as he sat up and spoke into the phone. “No,” he said matter-of-factly, “I wasn’t aware of that…Yes…yes.” He turned and looked at Collyn. “Right now?”

Collyn’s eyes lowered, and he cupped her chin and kissed her. “All right, no problem.” He hung up. “Baby—”

“Look,” she sighed, “don’t start explaining. It’s cool. This is all in fun, right? We chillin’.”

“Chillin’?”

“We cool.”

“You startin’ that bullshit again?” He frowned. “Look, let me just clear this up. That was my assistant, Pamela. She helps me manage my office buildings. She’s also over the waterfront project I just accepted from Kenyatta. So don’t trip because you heard her voice.”

“Trip? Please.” She swallowed. “I’m not the type. I mean, look, it is what it is. No demands, no expectations. Right?”

“Ai’ight, you ’bout to be left sittin’ here again, so let me dead this shit. I like you. I more than like you; I want you. And I’m not going through this every time you feel insecure about something. I don’t know who scared you, who hurt you, or what they did, but I’m not them. So let’s put some definition to this shit. You want me to be your man? Scratch that: I wanna be your man. Would you like that?”

“Bless—”

“Answer me.”

“Bless—”

“Tell me.” He placed his index finger against her lips. “In one word.”

Within seconds Collyn’s inhibitions and fears of love flashed before her and caused her stomach to do flips. Though her mind was hesitant, her heart knew exactly what it wanted. “Yes.”

“Straight. Then accept the fact that I’m here. I’m here with you.” He looked her dead in the eyes. “And the way I feel right now, it could never be about anybody else. Now, I need to run for a minute, but I’ll be back.” He picked his clothes up off the floor. “All right?”

She nodded as he headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. He kissed her before he left, and Collyn watched the door close behind him. She listened to the automatic locks click into the frame as she lay back on the floor, his scent lingering in the room, and she wondered if all of this was the makings of being caught up.

FROM A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE…

Her pussy creamed as she sat at her bay window, sipping a glass of white wine and watching him park his Jag on the far corner. Her heart raced and her nipples hardened as she remembered it had been close to four months since he’d started to come by without calling. At most he would drop money off for the baby and be on his way, especially since the situation with Eve and his paranoia had taken over.

For a fleeting moment she thought about pretending to be busy or telling him he couldn’t come in. Yet her undying desire to have him would never allow her to pretend that her obsession had been thrown to the wind.

She watched his security team park at the far end of the block while he walked around to the back of her house and turned his key in the lock. She stood in the hallway, and as he stepped in, she pushed the spaghetti straps of her lace gown down her coffee-colored shoulders and let it slither to the floor.

Immediately Kenyatta’s dick hardened as he watched her beautiful body glisten in the strips of moonlight. “Don’t ask me where I’ve been.” He undid his platinum cufflinks and laid them on her counter. Slowly he undid his sky-blue button-down and pulled it from the waist of his baggy cuffed dress pants. “And I don’t wanna hear no sad shit.” He gradually peeled his shirt off, revealing one beautiful inch of his defined chest at a time. “And after today we can’t keep going on like this. I got too many people watching me to be doing this.” As he spoke, his muscular pecs came alive.

“Oh, you won’t miss me? You mean to tell me that Monday will be enough to fulfill your needs? We’re a family, and what is she?”

“My wife.”

Regrettable tears danced in her throat as she realized she’d fallen in love with sweet air, a feel-good dream, a piece of beautiful nothing. She’d fallen in love with stolen moments, only to have to relinquish them and live on memories.

“Shhh.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen chair. The sight of his beautiful body and luscious hardness made a river form between her thighs. “I’ma miss that big dick.” She fell to her knees and took him into her mouth.

Kenyatta threw his head back and ran his hand through her hair. “Lick my dick right there, baby.” He slipped it out of her mouth and pointed to the side of the mushroom-shaped head. “Right there.” She stuck her tongue out and licked him as if his dick were melting fudge. She ran her tongue along the veins and around the head, easing her mouth under his manhood and sucking only his scrotum.

Kenyatta squeezed the muscles of his inner thighs as her jaws locked around his shaft and his knees began to shake. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Goddamn” was the only sound he could make as he took his hands and placed them at the back of her neck. Her lips made love to his dick as his sweet liquid took her mouth and baptized it.

Rising from her knees, she straddled him and said, “What I’ma do without you?”

“You tell me,” he said as his cock traveled into her wetness. Her thighs slapped against his as she folded her fingers together behind his neck.

“You know I’m not gon’ wait forever.”

“Just don’t have my daughter around another man.”

“Nobody even knows she’s yours.”

“And that’s how we have to keep it.”

“I thought you loved me.”

“I love this pussy.” He looked into her face, and she bent her neck down and bit into his bottom lip, drawing blood.

He pushed her roughly by the shoulders. “Why did you do that shit?” He glared at her. “Oh, you wanna play like that?” He yanked her hair, causing her neck to jerk back. He picked her up and carried her to the sink, where he turned the hot water on.

For a moment she was stunned, and tears raced to her eyes. She did all she could to hold them at bay as her mind tripped back to how she’d felt sitting in the closet. The hot water and the steam rose behind them. Scalding specks splashed against her ass and made her wonder if this was what Eve had felt like.

Kenyatta roughly spread her legs and entered her. He grabbed her hair and looked into her eyes. “Tell me you love this dick.” He stroked with all his might.

Her ass rose off the sink as his balls slapped against her pussy lips. “I can’t,” she said in a breathy and seductive whisper. “You haven’t given me a reason why I should love it yet.”

Kenyatta stopped midstroke, and for a moment he looked at her and saw Eve. “You my bitch?”

“Hell no!” Her hips pushed against his stroke. “I’m nobody’s bitch!”

Kenyatta stared back into her face, and his vision of Eve faded. “Oh, you ain’t my bitch?” He bit the side of her neck, then lifted her legs in the air, causing a portion of her ass to dip into the hot water. “You ain’t my bitch?”

Surprisingly, the hot water turned her on. She pulled at her nipples, and he bent down and bit them. “Ahhh,” she screamed.

“Say it!” He rammed his hard dick. “Say that shit, or this’ll be the last time you get this dick. Say that shit!” He bit her on the side of the neck again. “I swear to God I’ll stop fucking you!” He gave her a hard thrust before he stopped his stroke and pulled out. “If you want this dick, you’ll say that shit.”

Her mind struggled with calling herself someone’s bitch, but the mere thought of being without him and never feeling his love again caused her to trip. “No, I’m not your bitch,” she whispered. “I’m your bottom bitch.”

He pushed his dick back in and started stroking her with everything he had. “And don’t you ever forget it! Now say it again!”

“I’m your bottom bitch!”

“No, scream that shit!”

“I’m your bottom bitch!”

“Say it again! And say it louder!”

“I’m your bottom bitch!”

“Louder!”

“I’m your bottom bitch!”

“That’s what the fuck I thought,” he said as his hardness slammed so deep into her middle that she could’ve sworn her chest collapsed. “Don’t be fuckin’ playin’ with me. If I tell you to fuckin’ crawl, you better do that shit.” He pounded and the hot water continued to rise. She could tell by looking into his face that at any moment he was going to ask her again. “You love this dick?” She mouthed it with him.

“Yes,” she said.

“You better.” He pulled his dick out and she opened her mouth. “Now swallow that shit.” She looked him in the eyes and did as he commanded.

“What happened to your lip?” Monday asked Kenyatta as he walked through the bedroom door, hating that she felt relieved to see him. She noticed that his clothes were disheveled, but she no longer had the energy to stress about where he’d been.

“I ran into the door,” he said, looking at the way her hair swept against her collarbones.

Taken aback, she wanted to ask him if the door had beaten his ass, but quickly changed her mind. As she stared at him, his jaw twitched. She swallowed and said, “And how did you do that?”

“I was out thinking and not paying attention when I was walking.” He sat on the edge of the bed, the faint scent of Poison perfume lingering on him. Monday diverted her eyes from his face. She couldn’t take any more of his lies. She didn’t want to argue, and she didn’t want to feel stupid that she was lying here on the bed accepting this.

Kenyatta cupped her chin and turned her back toward him. “Monday, baby, I’m just so fucked up about what’s going on between us. I need you, baby. You don’t understand.”

Monday still refused to look in his eyes. “Kenyatta…please.”

Kenyatta paid Monday no attention as he began to massage her toffee thighs, the soft palms of his hands melting her resistance. He turned her over and she looked at him. Monday hated that looking at him always turned her on, but this time she fought like hell against the feeling that his kissing her inner thigh was giving her. And instead she remembered her conversation with Collyn.

Kenyatta looked at Monday and he could see the brush of coldness on her face. “So what, you don’t want me to touch you?”

“No,” she spoke quietly, holding her voice steady, “I don’t.” She clicked off the lamp on the nightstand and the room suddenly went dark.