Dirty Heat (30 page)

He brushes his mouth over mine, and my lips part, inviting his tongue into my mouth. Like bees to honey, the sweet taste of his kiss lures me. He tastes so damn good. The kiss deepens, his heated tongue dancing around mine until I am dazed.

“Mmm. Wait, wait,” I say, after finally tearing my quivering lips from his, and catching my breath. “Maybe we should call it a night. We—”

“Nah. Fuck that. Maybe we should fuck first,
then
call it a night. I'm not going home with this hard dick in my pants.”

I purr as he slowly starts to unbutton my blouse, cupping my breasts through my lace bra.

Charles leans in my ear, flicks his tongue around my ear. “I can smell you. Wet and ready for me.”

“Oooh, yes. You know I stay ready for you.”

“Mmm. Exactly how I like it.”

I reach for his hard, throbbing dick stuffed in his pants as he slips off my blouse and tosses it over in the corner. “And this,” I say, squeezing and stroking his cock, “is exactly how I love my dick.” I caress it over the fabric slow and sensually. “Thick. Hard. And ready.”

“Yeah, it's all yours, baby.” He leans his head in and traces his tongue along the line of my collarbone. I shiver. “What did you tell your whack-ass hubby?” Charles wants to know before his tongue grazes the tips of my nipples.

I pant. “I told him I'd be out of…mmm…” I let out a moan as my nipples harden in his mouth, “town…oooh…yesss…inter…uhh…viewing…aaah…witnesses.”

I arch my back for more of him, his mouth, his tongue, his touch. Charles knows his way around my body better than my own husband. He pushes my breasts together in his large hands, switching between each one as he sucks them into his mouth, harder. Longer. Wetter.

I choke back a moan. “I'm addicted to you.”

His hooded eyes flick over my face as he licks his lips. “I know you are. And I'm gonna feed that addiction, baby.”

My pussy clenches with anticipation, clawing at his belt buckle. “I can't wait. Let me feel it.”

He grabs my hand, smirking. “No. Not yet. You'll get it when I give it to you.”

I moan. Ask him how he plans on giving it to me. He tells me bent over my desk, plunging into my pussy. And then, without another word, he is back to sucking my nipples into his mouth, mouth and tongue working in sync, softly suckling. He nips each one over my bra with his teeth, tugging and teasing, sending shockwaves through my body. Each time he releases a nipple, I twist to arch my other breast to him, into his wet, greedy mouth. He pinches both nipples. Hard.

“Yes, yes, yes…ooh, yes.”

His lips and tongue travel lightly down my body, leaving wet trails of heated bliss over my skin, leaving my nipples aching and wet—and me already on the verge of a powerful climax.

When he reaches my navel, he pauses, blows into it, then circles it with flicks of his tongue, then kisses it before straightening his body and pulling me off my desk. He stops me from unfastening my skirt. He wants to do it. And I let him unzip it, then let him slide it over my hips. When it falls around my ankles, I kick it out of the way. Nothing is said. The hungry look in his eyes, tells it all. He wants to devour me. And he knows I want him to.

Everything is happening fast. No. Slow. Then fast. Files and documents are swiped off my desk, and then I am being hoisted back on it, leaning back, my legs wide open and Charles' face is between my thighs. Right where I want it to be, kissing and sucking my pussy over my drenched panties.

It doesn't take long before he is pulling my panties to the side, parting my swollen folds with his fingers, and eagerly lapping at my plump clit, then tonguing my dewy slit.

His eyes flicker up at me. “You like that,” he rasps.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Yes.”

Charles sucks me back into his mouth, soaking his tongue inside my juices. I cry out. And come. And then he is yanking me off my desk, spinning me around, yanking my panties down, then bending me over my desk, wedging himself between my legs.

“I'ma fuck the shit out you,” he growls, undoing his belt, then dropping his pants and underwear.

I wiggle my ass, bracing myself with my hands spread out on my desk. His dick bobs between my ass cheeks. “Yeah, daddy. Fuck me,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him as he rips open a condom with his teeth, then rolls the thin sheath onto his rock-hard dick.

Then his strong hands are cupping my ass, kneading over tingling flesh. Parting, spreading; his dick probing at my opening until he sinks himself in, pausing himself while I stretch around his width. Mmm. Heat spreads through me.

“Uhh…oooh…aaah…yes…”

And then Charles is fucking into me, going as deep as his body and length will allow, his hips smacking against my ass.

“Aaah, shiit. Sexy ass. Fuck. Mmm. Nothing like fucking married pussy.”

“Yeah, take my husband's pussy, baby. Take it. Mmmm…pound it, daddy. Oooh, pound it, pound it, pound it!”

“You wanna leave that nigga for this thick dick…?”

He begins pumping into me hard and as fast as I beg for it. “Yes…mmm…I mean…no…oooh…yes, yes, yesssss…”

“Is his dick bigger than mine?”

“Uhh, yes, yes…”

“Oh, that nigga gotta big dick, huh?”

“Yes, yes…God, yes! Oooh, yesssss…”

“But I bet he ain't hitting that shit like this, huh?”

He thrusts again. Hard. Each thrust is more powerful than the one before it. Each deliberate push takes my breath, and causes my pussy to cry out for mercy.

I grind my teeth together. Grunt and groan and moan and whimper.

“Is that motherfucker's dick better than mine?”

“N-no, no,” I croak out breathlessly, panting and bracing myself up against the desk. “Yours is so much better, baby. Uhh…oooh…aaaah…”

“Yeah, I knew that corny-ass nigga wasn't hitting this shit right.” He grunts, running his thick fingers through my short hair and clenching the skin at the back of my neck. “Tell that nigga to get his dick stroke up.”

Slap!

My ass cheek pops. My flesh tingles. The room goes blurry around me as my orgasm builds and builds, spreading like a burning fire. Unpredictable. Sudden. Wild.

“Oh God, Charles, baby,” I moan uncontrollably. “Fuck me.”

“Yeah, that's right. Give me that nut, baby.” He pounds harder and faster, grabbing my waist. “Come all over this dick.”

I am being swept up in another climax.

“Ooh, oooh, oooh…yes, yes, yes…like that, like that…mmm, mmm, mmm…ohhh shit…oooh, baby, baby, yessss…I'm com—”

•  •  •

“I fucking knew it!” I hear the click, then a camera light flashes.

My head snaps in the direction of the door. Heart pounding, face drenched in sweat, my eyes practically pop out of their sockets. I blink. No, no, no! My husband is standing in the middle of the doorway with his cell up at us.

I scream. “Aaah! Ohmygod! Craig!”

Blood drains from my face as he snaps another picture of me with my ass out for all to see. Sneering, he looks over at Charles as he quickly pulls himself out of me and yanks his pants up, stuffing his dick inside, condom and all.

Charles raises his hands. “Man, look—”

“Nigga, shut the fuck up!
Look
my ass! I've seen all I need to see. And now I got the proof I need. You can keep her! I'm through!”

My knees buckle. I've never known Craig to call anyone the N-word. Not even in jest.

Craig spins on his heel and is quickly out the door as I scramble to grab my skirt bunched up over in the corner. With my pussy dripping and my panties still wrapped around my ankles, I run out of my office, tripping and stumbling. But that doesn't slow me down. I yank my panties from around my feet, and sprint down the hall after him, breaking the heels on both of my stilettos in the process. “Baby, wait!”

He keeps walking toward the elevators. Each step angry, hurt.

“Craig,
please!”
I am trembling so hard I piss on myself. “It's not what you think. I know what you saw, but it didn't mean anything. I swear. It just happened. And then I couldn't stop it.”

He spins around. “You
couldn't stop it?!”
His eyes are stretched open, and he's practically foaming out of both sides of his mouth. “You cheating-ass
bitch
…!”

Eyes wide in stunned horror, I freeze.
No, no, no. He didn't just call me…
bitch. In all the years, we've been married he's never called me out of my name. He's been pissed before, but never enough to be disrespectful toward me.

Fist balled, nose flaring, expression gone grave, Craig tells me he wants to beat the shit of me. He calls Charles every dirty motherfucker under the sun, then stops and shakes his head. “I knew you two were fucking!” Spit flies out of his mouth. He jabs at the air between us. “You ain't shit, Markisha! Fuck you! And fuck him!”

“I should fuck his bitch-ass up.” He starts back toward my office. “Motherfucker, you like fucking other men's wives…?”

I run behind him, grabbing him by the arm. “Craig, no!”

He yanks his arm. “Get the fuck off me.” He raises his hand to strike me, and I jump, fear covering my face. Craig closes his eyes, shaking his head. When he opens them, I think I see them watering. “Shit. What the fuck am I doing?” He takes a deep breath. “I should be shaking that motherfucker's hand, and thanking him. What the fuck am I pissed at him for? He didn't disregard our wedding vows.
You
did.
You
offered him up a piece of horny ass and he took it.
You
did this. Not him. So I have no beef with that man. My beef is with you, Markisha. YOU! Not him!”

I stalk back toward the bank of elevators.

I feel myself starting to suffocate. I gasp for air. “Craig, I didn't want to hurt you.” Everything in me trembles as I gulp in air, taking a step back. “I swear to you. I didn't set out to cheat on you.”

He swings around. His jaws tighten, then he snaps, “Is that
before
or
after
I walked in and caught you bent over your goddamn desk with your ass spread open, huh?”

I lower my eyes.

“Exactly what the fuck I thought. Answer me this, Markisha: was there ever a moment where you
thought
—in between all your muffled groans while spreading your legs and taking back shots—that you might lose your family? Or did you not give a fuck?”

I've never seen him so livid. So profoundly hurt.

And rightfully so.

I let my tears fall unchecked. “I-I—”

He sneers at me. “Save them fucking tears, Markisha. From where I'm standing,
you
gave up on us the second you spread open your legs and let another man
fuck
you!”

I cringe. The word
fuck
…it sounds so dirty when he says it. And it is.

“I don't believe this shit!
I
let you play me for a damn fool. I can't believe I was fool enough to let
you
make me
think
I was going crazy. That
you
fucking around on me was all in
my
goddamn head. You stood there and lied in my motherfucking face without blinking an eye. And I was too fucking blind to see it. Too damn stupid to believe you'd do this to me, even though my gut told me something wasn't right.” He stares at me, hard.

I swallow. “Craig, we can work through this. I know we can.”

His eyes go dark as he frowns, shaking his head.
“We
can't work through shit. Not now. Whatever problems you felt
we
were having shoulda been worked on before you fucking cheated on me.” His jaw clenches.

“Craig,
please
. I can explain…”

“You can explain,
what?
How I caught your whoring-ass getting
fucked
from the back by some other motherfucker?! That you've
been lying to me this whole fucking time?! That you've been playing me for some goddamn fool?!”

He stares at my hand. Sees my panties. The evidence of my dirty deeds is gripped tightly in my hand. Fire flashes in his pupils.
“Bitch
, you can't explain SHIT to me! The proof is in your damn hand!”

“I know one thing. I hope you don't plan on lying around this house all day. There are three bins of dirty clothes that need to be washed.”

“Aiight, yo. I got it.”

“Mmph. Well, since you don't
got
a job. It's the least you can do.”

“See. Here you go wit' that slick shit again.”

“I ain't talking slick. I'm talking facts.”

“Man, fuck outta here wit' that dumb shit. I ain't tryna hear that. You act like I ain't out here lookin' for work. You think I like sittin' up in this muhfucka e'eryday?”

“I think you like playing Xbox, that's what I think. And I don't know what you're looking for while I'm at work. But I know what I'm looking at when I run your pockets. Empty-ass pockets.”

“Man, why e'erything always gotta be about money wit' you? You act like it's my fault muhfuckas ain't hirin' me.”

“Well, maybe they would hire ya black ass if you stopped flopping around in Timbs ‘n' hoodies, and got that haircut.”

“Man, fuck outta here. I ain't cuttin' my dreads.”

“Well, you ain't gonna be laying up around here, either. I don't give a damn how good the dick is. Or how fine you think you are. I'm not gonna keep sucking and fucking a nigga who ain't holding shit down. Sorry. But I'm not gonna keep supporting no grown-ass man.”