In His Eyes (Interracial Erotica) (2 page)

"Screwdriver."

"And a screwdriver." He leaned in, trying to
be heard over the music. "Everyone else bailed, huh?"

Bree nodded. "Everyone except for Suzie."

He let out a chuckle. "Why am I not
surprised?" He passed her drink. "Let's toast."

She furrowed her brow. "What are we toasting
to?"

"An unforgettable night."

As she clinked her cup against his, she
gulped before she drank. Three words and her body was already
kicking into overdrive, her heart racing as her mind went to where
she wanted the evening to end up.

As she peered at him as she swallowed a sip
of her drink, she swore she saw something in the way he stared back
at her. The lights were dim, but his eyes seemed to sparkle with
mischief, colored with a longing that Bree felt in her bones. He
slid a little closer. "Bree, I-"

"Oh my GOSH!" Suzie's squeal was so metallic
that Bree was surprised it didn't shatter glass. She sandwiched
herself between Bree and Callum. "You came...you CAME!"

Callum let out a throaty laugh as Suzie
signaled the bartender for another round. "You sure about that Suz?
I'm pretty sure people two states over are getting a contact buzz
off of you."

Bree's nostrils flared as her friend slid
dangerously close to her crush, pressing her body against his.
"What? You know I love a good time. If I remember correctly, you
love a good time too."

Bree's face fell. What the hell was she
saying?

Callum tried to extricate himself as he gave
the bartender the 'cut her off' sign. He glanced at Bree. "Don't
pay her any mind."

Suzie tossed her hair, her words running into
one another. "Maybe that's her problem. She doesn't worry about me
or anyone else.”

Callum’s face was pained. “Suzie-”

“That's why I know that Callum has a
birthmark on his left ass cheek and Bree'll only dream about
it."

Bree rose to her feet, anger washing over her
in turbulent waves. "What the hell are you saying, Suzie?" She had
an idea, but she had to hear her say it. Suzie was supposed to be
her best friend--she had to hear it from her own mouth that she'd
backstabbed her.

Suzie just gave her a smug look, her pale
eyes washed out as she struggled to maintain her balance. “Do I
need to spell it out?”

Callum's face turned a shade paler. "Bree, it
was right after my divorce. It didn't mean a thing and-"

"Right after the divorce, then a month later
in my classroom, then like, a few weeks back beneath the
bleachers." She threw an arm around Callum’s shoulders. “He’s been
a
very
busy boy.”

Bree's whole body went numb as the words sunk
in. She thought about telling Suzie how much she liked Callum, way
back when, years ago. She thought about confiding in her friend
that she finally thought she had a chance with him now that he was
single. All the while, Suzie had been all supportive, telling her
to make a move. She’d been batting her eyes and planting seeds of
hope in Bree’s mind. She’d been building Bree up, leaving out a
very important detail--she'd been fucking him.

Calm as death, Bree turned back to the bar.
She gripped her drink so tightly that she was surprised it didn’t
explode in a million little pieces. She turned to her right, where
Suzie stood, dancing like she hadn’t just betrayed her best
friend.

Bree took the contents of her drink and
tossed them in Suzie's face. "You BITCH!" She upended the chairs as
she tackled Suzie, riding her down to the floor. She got one good
jab to the jaw in before she felt arms lifting her up and back. She
fought against the binds, her shoes flying as she clawed at the
air. "I'm not done!" she shrieked. "I'm not done!" But she was
being drug out the entrance, someone barreling through the riveted
bystanders, the music screeching in her ears.

Once she was outside, she was released. Her
burly escort gave her a menacing glare as she took a step to go
back in.

"Get outta here," he grumbled. "Before I call
the cops."

Bree was suddenly very aware that she was
standing on the strip, all eyes on her, barefoot, and looking like
hell.

She hobbled over to a waiting cab, but as she
slid inside, she let out a curse. Her purse was still inside the
club.

"Where to?" the cabbie asked gruffly.

She opened her mouth, but closed it when she
saw the door on the opposite side opened. It was Callum. He was
holding her purse and shoes and wearing an apologetic grimace that
she almost believed. Almost.

He slid onto the seat beside her. "We're at
The Grand."

As the taxi rumbled to life, Bree snatched
her things from him and turned her attention forward. She couldn't
look at him or she'd cry. She couldn't cry. She couldn't give him
or Suzie the satisfaction.

"Bree, I was in a very dark place-"

"Yeah," she said with a snort. "You, and
every Tom, Dick, and Harry have been to that place." It was funny,
she'd go to blows if anyone else called Suzie a slut, but the fact
that her best friend had slept with the one guy she knew she was
into was enough to let the floodgates burst. "Suzie?
Really
?!"

He hung his head. "I'm not proud of it."

The cab careened to a stop in front of their
hotel. Bree reached for her wallet but Callum stopped her. "I got
it."

She pushed out of the cab, not even waiting
for him to catch up.

He bounded after her. "Bree, wait! Let me
finish."

She kept stalking toward the elevator, not
pausing for a beat. Nothing he said would change anything. She felt
so stupid. So alone.

She stepped into the elevator and tried to
close the door, but he popped his arm in, catching it and sliding
in beside her. When the doors closed, he turned to her.

"I don't know what I was thinking, Bree."

She shrugged. "I have an idea. Suzie's
pretty. Easy. I know exactly what you were thinking."

"Bree-"

"What I don't get is, you and Natalie
divorced because she was unfaithful," Bree cut in. "Yet, you'd go
and sleep with Suzie, knowing she's got a husband. A family. You'd
go and sleep with her instead of-" She stopped, the last word hot
on her tongue. She maneuvered around him and punched her floor
number.

"Instead of who," Callum said softly as the
elevator rumbled to life. "You?"

As the elevator stopped on her floor, Bree
shoved past him. "It doesn't matter."

"It does matter," he called after her. There
was something in his voice that stopped her dead in her tracks.

When he touched her shoulder, she knew she
should pull away, but she let him wheel her to face him. "Me and
Suzie were a mistake-"

"Mistake
s
," Bree spat, putting
emphasis on the s.

"Okay fine," Callum said resignedly. "I made
a lot of mistakes." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "But you
have to know, if I knew you were interested-"

"What?" Bree said icily. "You wouldn't have
fucked my friend?"

"I wouldn't have fucked anyone," he said
solemnly.

Bree faltered, his words catching her by
surprise. "W-what are you saying?"

He took a hand and cupped her cheek. "I'm
saying it would have been me and you. Just us."

She stared into his eyes, flabbergasted. She
wanted to call him a liar, to just walk away. But there was
something behind the emerald that bore into her. Something that
told her that he was telling the truth. "B-but you never-"

"I was married," he pushed in. "Not happily,
but when I make a commitment, I keep it."

She stuck out her lip stubbornly. "If you
were into me, why didn't you say something?"

He let out a chuckle. "Afraid of rejection, I
guess. I mean, I've been divorced for six months now. When I
finally got the balls to ask Suzie about you-"

"You asked Suzie about me?"

He nodded. "She told me you weren't
interested."

A renewed desire to cave Suzie’s face in
flashed over Bree. "That bitch."

"Tell me about it." Callum tilted her chin
upward, scanning her face the way she dreamed he'd look at her.
"I've wanted you since the day I met you, Bree. Ever since you told
Tyrone Jones-"

"’You can't even keep your pants around your
waist, how do you think you'll manage a woman like me?’" they said
in unison.

Bree's cheeks were red-hot as she let his
confession seep in. "You've wanted me? All this time?"

"So bad," he whispered, leaning in to kiss
her. "So bad."

When their lips touched, fireworks exploded
all over her body. It was happening. It was really happening. She'd
dreamt of this moment, of this kiss, but nothing compared to the
feel of his desire radiating off him in waves.

When he pulled back, she kept her eyelids
closed, holding on to the remnants of it, burning it into her
mind.

Without another word, she took his hand in
hers and led him down the hall to her room.

Once they were inside, she pushed him back
against the closed door and pressed her mouth against his, giving
him two and a half years of pent up need, spreading his lips and
jutting her tongue into his mouth, swirling and savoring his spicy
taste, his moans.

When she pulled away, she saw he was
struggling to maintain control. She saw it in his eyes. He wanted
her. He wanted her bad.

"What do you want?" he said thickly. "I'll
give you anything you want...anything in the world."

Bree stepped forward and dropped her hand to
his crotch, feeling him beneath his jeans. "I want you to take me
to my bed and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

****

She still couldn't believe she'd just told
him to fuck her and he hadn't laughed in her face. She couldn't
believe that his hands were on her body right now, traveling over
every quivering inch of her. The way he touched her, soft caresses
that sent shivers up and down her spine, made her feel so
beautiful. Desired.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispered. “I’ve
waited so long for this.”

She stared into the eyes, the green jems that
she thought only shone in friendship, but now saw carnal need. A
need that rivaled her own.

He gripped her buttocks and lifted her as
easily as breathing. She held on to every beat of her heart, every
flutter of longing as he laid her out on the bed. She didn’t want
to miss a thing.

He paused for a moment, his golden chest
heaving up and down as he took her in. He fell to his knees at the
foot of the bed, gripping her foot with his hands, massaging it
nice and slow. He continued to her calf. Bree had never seen her
calves as anything erotic, but as his hands pressed up and down her
limb, she felt lightheaded, the only thing keeping her grounded the
shards of ecstasy that simmered in her groan. As his touch reached
her inner thigh, she dug her nails into the bedspread. She knew
what was next, but there was nothing that could prepare her for the
excitement that robbed her of the ability to speak. Words wouldn’t
do the emotions justice, so she just moaned, over and over as she
felt his finger on her honey slit, probing the center of her
desire.

"You're so wet," he said gently, leaning his
face between her legs. "So wet for me."

She pulled the covers tighter in her fists as
she felt him spread the lips of her center. The finger that was
swirling in her juices was replaced with a warm, soft sensation.
His tongue was on a mission, to scour every inch of her, not
leaving a single stone unturned.

When his finger finally pushed inside her,
Bree let out a tortured moan. How many times had she touched
herself, imagining his finger enveloped in her juices? How many
orgasms had she weathered, imagining this beautiful moment?

He probed her with his finger while keeping
his mouth on her swollen knob, suckling it with varying degrees of
pressure, each showing Bree a whole new level of delight. She
bucked her hips, wanting to drive him deeper, pulling him in so
close ‘til it no longer mattered where she ended and he began. She
just wanted him to impale himself inside her, to never leave her
without.

When he slowed and pulled away, her body
mirrored her protest, her pussy smacking as he ejected his finger
from her. She lifted herself up on her elbows. "S-something
wrong?"

He took the digit he'd fingered her with and
slid it in his mouth, shuddering with delight as he tasted her.
"No, love," he said after a moment. "For the first time in a very,
very long time, everything's right."

He rose to his feet and Bree squealed when
she felt him grip her thighs and vault her body forward. Just as
soon as Bree imagined her ass hitting the floor and the erotica
veering into romantic comedy territory, Callum steadied her. Their
eyes were locked as he pushed forward, the head of his cock teasing
her opening. He was staring down at her, waiting for something, so
she said what was in her heart.

"Fuck me, Callum," she whispered.

With a mighty grunt, he pushed inside her.
Bree felt her muscles straining against his bulge, squeezing the
foreign object it had only experienced in fantasy, kicking her for
dreaming so small. I mean, she knew Callum was well endowed because
she'd spotted the delicious curve of him a couple of times. But he
filled her to the brim now, both his length and girth, sending
echoes of beautiful pain laced with euphoria as he drilled in and
out of her.

She crossed her ankles and brought him
nearer, her movements begging him to sheath himself inside her,
plunge so deep until she saw stars. So deep that nothing else
mattered.

He picked up the rhythm, his thrusts steady
and purposeful. Bree gazed up at him, wanting to see those eyes,
the green opals. But it was more than wanting to admire his eyes.
She wanted him to see hers, to see what he did to her. She hoped
that somewhere in her dark brown stare he saw the passion that
glittered, the happiness.