Authors: Selena Kitt
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #African American, #Erotica, #General, #Contemporary
Do you want me to get that?” he asked.
No.” She made a face at the phone. “Don’t.”
I had no idea you could do that.” He changed the subject, watching, incredulous, as she saved the spreadsheet she’d created so he could keep track of his new recruits.
This is nothing.” Lindsey snorted. “I used to hack into the school’s computer mainframe all the time. When my stepdad started complaining about my grades, they suddenly got a lot better.”
Zach raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.
“If only I could get you to use your powers for good.”
But being bad can
so good,” she teased, closing the laptop and setting it on the coffee table before swinging her leg over to straddle him.
He groaned when she pulled her robe apart—
that was new, too, red satin and short—to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The herbal baths Zach insisted she take after dinner every night had really helped heal her body much faster than she thought possible and her hair was still damp as she leaned in to kiss him. He tasted like the sweet ginger she’d used in the stir-fry she’d made for dinner.
Let’s be bad,” she whispered, moving her hips in little circles, feeling him thickening through his jeans.
His hands moved under her robe, over the smooth expanse of her back, making her eyes close with pleasure. He’d touched her since—to bandage her, care for her—but they hadn’t touched each other like this, and she had that desperate, hungry feeling in her belly.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” His voice was controlled and cautious, but his eyes devoured the sight of her straddling his lap.
She took his hand and slid it between her thighs, kneeling up to give him better access.
“More than ready, I think… ”
He groaned as he slipped a finger
between her smooth-shaved lips and Lindsey rocked her hips forward and back in response, sliding her pussy against his hand.
I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured as he slid a finger inside, making her gasp at the sweet sensation.
You can’t possibly.” She leaned in, offering her breasts, and he closed his eyes and gave in, sucking gently at first one, then the other. The black and blue marks there had faded to pale yellow shadows, and the pink buds of her nipples grew cherry red and hard under the slow lash of his tongue.
But she couldn’t take too much of that focused attention, and she slithered down between his thighs, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock. He was rock hard, standing straight up, and he watched her through half-closed eyes as she worked her tongue around the head and down the shaft over and over, bathing him with her saliva.
“Come here,” he murmured, tugging on her arm, but she didn’t want to break the suction on his cock, swallowing almost half of him. When she resisted, he reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her horizontal beside him on the sofa so he could reach underneath her, tweaking her nipples as she slid him further and further into her throat. The size of him made her gag, but she persisted, hungry and eager.
Don’t choke, baby,” he urged, his breath coming faster as she worked between his legs, her hair falling in a silken cascade over his thighs.
I like it,” she gasped, giving up her mission only momentarily.
He groaned as she resumed her furious pace, her hand cupping the heavy weight of his balls, massaging gently, feeling them getting tighter and tighter as he groaned in pleasure. His hand slipped further down her belly, finding her clit and rubbing it, first back and forth, then round and round, her hips involuntarily following the same motion.
“Ahhhh god, baby, you’re gonna—”
Lindsey squeezed the head of his cock—hard—coming up for air and admiring the shiny wet swollen head, nearly purple in color now, a product of her hard work.
“Oh no you don’t,” she warned, climbing into his lap and rubbing the tip back and forth between her slit. He gasped, his eyes closing, his mouth tightening, lips pursed. “I want you in me.”
Wait,” he murmured, shaking his head and grabbing her hips, sliding her further up so she was straddling his belly. “You do that now and it’ll be over in seconds.”
I don’t mind.” She nuzzled his ear, gasping in surprise when he stood with her in his arms, stepping out of his jeans and boxers as he headed toward the bedroom.
I mind,” he said, kissing her onto the bed, his tongue following a quick, determined path down her belly before she could even get the words out to protest, his mouth covering her mound.
Zach,” she objected, trying to wiggle away, but his hands on her hips held her fast, his tongue moving in delicious circles against her clit, not teasing, going straight for her pleasure center, focusing there. Her hands pressed his, useless against his strength, at first trying to dislodge him, and then, as the sensation grew, grabbing at him, pulling, her hips rolling under the hungry caress of his tongue.
Oh god, oh no,” she whimpered as his hands moved from her hips to her breasts, his fingers nudging her nipples hard, his tongue unwavering. She tried to fight the feeling, writhing on the bed as if his actions were painful, and in a way, they were—surrendering herself to her own pleasure, to his attention, made her shudder in torment.
But eventually, he won out, and she resigned herself to the humbling and powerfully slick frenzy between her thighs, her nails digging into his arms as she gave him her climax, hips pumping, thighs trembling, her soft cries of pleasure betraying the sweet torture of her body. She was glad Zach took his time as her breathing returned to normal again, kissing her pussy lips, her thighs, his hands roaming the soft curves of her hips and belly and breasts—she didn’t think she could look into his eyes again so soon.
But then he was there, on her, sliding into her, whispering, “Are you sure?” Her only response was to meet his first thrust with her own and she buried her face against his neck as he began to move. Nothing had prepared her, nothing could have. She’d never felt this way before, and while her panicked mind raced, her body inevitably responded, giving into the weight and drive and purpose of him.
Zach,” she whispered, wanting to ask him to stop, to never stop, afraid of what was coming, and aching for it at the same time. “Oh please… ”
He slowed, his cock throbbing between her legs, and she squeezed him with her muscles, an encouragement, making him groan.
“Are you okay?” He searched her face for a sign, and she swallowed, fighting to keep it in, everything in, just nodding. His head cocked as he looked at her, and then he rolled, taking her with him, and she found herself straddling him in the middle of the bed. She could do this—her robe slid down over her shoulders, and then she went to work on the buttons on his shirt, spreading it so she could run her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and belly. When they were naked, she began to ride him, rocking forward and back at first, then rolling her hips, making him moan and grab her ass as she moved.
She hadn’t counted on his hands spanning her little hips, his thumbs opening her pussy lips, trapping her clit between them as she fucked him faster and faster. The feeling was maddening, driving her to distraction, until she forget entirely about getting him off and focused solely on the hot friction between her legs as he strummed her clit.
“Come for me, baby,” he said as she balanced herself with her hands splayed on his chest, feeling weak, lightheaded, unable to control herself or anything at all. “Come on, Lindsey. Give it to me.”
She gasped, the heat between them too incredible to resist, and she gave him exactly what he wanted, shuddering with her orgasm, her thighs and pussy squeezing him, her hands balled into fists, still fighting, but there was no point anymore. Collapsing against his chest, she buried her face against the side of his sweat-slick neck, and he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand he used to grip her ass and guide himself into her.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his cock thrusting up, in, over and over. “God, you’re so sweet, so good… ” She shook her head, but hung on tight, taking him into her again and again. “Oh baby, I’m going to come so hard!”
She gasped as he thrust one last time, deep and hard, driving them both up off the bed with it. He held her to him so tightly she thought she might break, but she didn’t care, clinging to him as he spilled himself completely into her. His cock pulsed between her thighs, and she squeezed him, making him shudder and growl and thrust again. He held on when she went to move, not letting her go, his hands moving over her back, through her hair, his breathing still harsh and ragged as he kissed her mouth, her cheek, her ear, the top of her head.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, trying to get her to lift her head so he could see her eyes. She shook her head, feeling the sobs welling, and knew she was going to be unable to stop them. Her quivering body gave her away before the wetness of her tears did, and Zach sat up, cradling her in his lap.
Oh baby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, sounding pained, and Lindsey took a deep, hitching breath, trying to speak, but she couldn’t form words. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Damnit… ”
Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him through her tears, her mouth slanting across his as if she could devour him. He searched her face when they parted and she laughed, she couldn’t help it, laughed and cried at the same time.
“I’m fine,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, settling deep into his lap as he pulled the covers over them. “You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t… I’m just… I’m… ”
He kissed the top of her head as she was overcome with a deep sob again, and then she laughed through her tears, looking up at him with more bewilderment and love than she’d ever felt for anyone or anything, sounding incredulous as the words spilled out:
He smiled softly, folding her against him completely.
“That makes two of us.”
* * * *
Lindsey’s head was spinning, and she might not have even seen them if it hadn’t been for the cell phone Zach had insisted on buying for her sounding its “Coldplay” ringtone from her purse. She was practically skipping, planning a big, special dinner, and how she was going to tell him about the job interview at the recruiting office—she’d gotten it, all thanks to him, she was sure, and his bragging about her computer skills—and her subsequent registration at ITT Tech, where she would learn, at least more officially, how to do what she longed to on computers.
Although she felt a little guilty about all the money Zach had spent on her since she moved in, at least now she had both the possibility and opportunity to start paying her own way. The thought was both so exhilarating and
scary she could barely contain it, and when the phone rang, she was sure it was Zach—who else had the number, after all?—and she was going to spill it all before she could make any more dreamy little plans.
She stopped on the street corner—the bus stop was just around it, anyway—and began to dig for the phone, letting people pass her as she searched. It stopped before she found it, and she swore, sifting through lipgloss and gum, hearing the sound indicating someone had left a message. She had her hand on the phone, finally, and that’s when she looked up and saw him.
They were building a book store across the street, a big steel two-story deal, lots of girders and mortar, and the construction was in full swing. There, standing half-behind an expanse of bright orange netting meant to keep the public out, she was sure, was one of the men who had raped her—not the one she’d labeled Smooth, the one with the easy, fluid voice, but the other one, Gritty, the one who had, she remembered and actually gagged standing there on the street corner, come in her mouth that night.
He was wearing a hard hat and writing something on a clipboard, his face slightly in shadow, but she knew him, would have known him anywhere. Then Smooth appeared behind him, and they faced each other, talking
. Lindsey thought she might faint as she pressed herself back against the brick of the store behind her, looking for something solid to hold her up.
When the phone rang again in her hand, which was still half-buried in her purse, she startled and yanked it out, looking at the display. It was Zach. Oh
, thank God. She flipped it open, pressed the phone to her ear, and whispered, “They’re right across the street.”
Her voice was choked as she shrank against the building, praying they wouldn’t look over, wouldn’t see her, but she seemed unable to move.
“Zach, I saw them. Both of them. The men who… who… ”
Where are you?” He understood, she could tell.
The corner of… ” She glanced up to be sure. “Woodward and Ten. They’re right across the street at the construction site.
They’re just standing there talking—”
I’m going to hang up and call the police. There’s a hardware store there on the corner, right?”
She looked behind her, seeing red brick, but she knew the area well enough—her back was against the outside wall of the hardware store.