My English Muffin (Interracial Romance BWWM Black Woman White Man) (6 page)

“This bitch ain’t no lady.” John scoffed at him.

An emotion finally crossed my lovers face. What I saw was rage. He had been pushed far enough and was finished with this encounter. His fist balls up and John laughs at him. “You can’t hurt me.”

William didn’t say a word. He reared back and uppercut John. John let go of my arm and stood there in shock looking at my lover. His friends started to close on my lover and knew that this was going to end in a fight.

There was no way that we could stand up to all five of the men. He was more then out numbered.

As we say in America, they would “
kick his ass
”.

#Chapter8

“
Apparently I am girlfriend material.”

William

I grabbed William’s arm. He seemed like he wanted to stay and stand up for himself, but then the gravity of the situation dawned on him. We rushed out of the club and I didn’t see my friends. Once we got out of the door I pulled my smart phone out of my purse. “Call Ada.” I told it.

“Hey, girl, how’s it going?” She asked me.

“
Are you guys still in the club?” I asked, slightly breathless from running out of the club.

“
Yeah, what’s up?” She asked.

“
We had to leave.”

“
What, why?” The shock was clear in her voice.

“
John showed up, he caused some trouble and William punched him.” I hung up right after and ignored the next vibrations that rung out of my phone. I knew that I left Ada in suspense, and I kind of did it on purpose.

I turned to John. “That was amazing.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you’re not with him anymore. He doesn’t seem like a very nice bloke.”

“
I found that out to late.” I tried to explain. I turned to see John and his posse coming out of the club. I grabbed William, “We should get moving, before they spot us.”

We rushed into an alleyway a block away from the club. We waited a few moments to see if we were being followed. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but I knew immediately where that would lead. “Is everything alright?” William asked.

“Yeah, I just want to kiss you right now.”

“
What’s stopping you?” He asked me.

“
I don’t know.” I was teasing and I knew that I was, but I didn’t care. “That was amazing.”

“
What was amazing?”

“
What you did in there.”

“
You mean when I acted like a brute?”

“
Yeah.” The thought of him fighting for me was getting me a little hot.

“
Why would that impress you? I do not usually do things like that but he really got to me..”

“
I don’t know, it was just incredibly hot.” I thought about it. “I know that fighting shouldn’t turn me on, but you were defending me. Does that make any sense?”

“
I think so.” He moved in and kissed me.

My body responded to his immediately. I wanted him so bad. Here we were in a dirty alley making out like teenagers. “I want you.” I told him.

He groaned into my ear and put his hand on my hip. He felt down to the edge of my skirt and slipped his hand up it and onto my butt. My skirt wasn’t that long anyway. “This dress has been driving me crazy all night long.” He whispered in my ear.

I pulled his shirt out of his pants and put my hands around his waist. His skin was hot to the touch as I slipped my hands under his shirt. His other hand slipped onto my other butt check. He pushed himself against me and I could feel him hard and throbbing against my stomach.

My hands reached down to touch him. He jerked and inhaled sharply as my fingers traced him through his pants. He reached up to my waist and grabbed my panties. He slipped them off of my hips and they fell to the ground. I stepped out of my panties and continued to kiss him.

I unzipped his pants and reached into my purse. He was rock hard and poking me in the stomach. This was a clumsy movement because we never stopped making out. I ripped open the condom package and slid it over his manhood. He moaned as I touched his bare skin.

William pushed me against a wall and pinned me to it. We were still kissing. He lifted me with ease and braced me onto the wall. My legs were balanced over his hips and he was poised at my lower lips. I couldn’t believe that he was going to take me like this. I had never done anything like this before and was having second thoughts for a second.

“
Something wrong, love?” He asked me. “Do you want me to stop?”

It was in that moment that I made up my mind. This was going to happen, right here in this dirty alleyway. I was going to make love to this man in public. I felt so naughty and yet, it was amazing. I felt free. “Nothing’s wrong baby.” I whispered in his ear. “I want you now.”

My words spurred him on. He thrust into me like a starving man in a all-you-can-eat buffet. He was sucking on my neck and pounding me like a jackhammer. I started to bite my lip because I wanted to scream out in ecstasy. I was grunting with every thrust he pushed into me. It didn’t take long for me to want to come. I put my face into his shoulder to muffle the noises I was making as my body rode the waves of pleasure he was sending through my body. It seemed like my orgasm was never going to end. Wave after wave crashed over me. It felt like there was a hurricane happening in that alleyway. The force of it radiated from my body. He continued to thrust into me as I soaked the front of his pants with my juices.

He continued giving me what I wanted. He was like an animal, pounding me with hard fast strokes. I let him take me, and he took me to new heights of pleasure.

Another orgasm ripped through my body. As I started to scream into his shoulder I felt his body start to shake. He thrust his way into my body and held his position as the cum surged out of his body.

It took us several minutes to recover from the encounter. I straightened my dress, but couldn’t find my thong anywhere. I looked through the alley until I realized that it had been kicked into a pile of rotting food.

“Do you want me to get it for you?” My gentleman asked.

“
No, I don’t think I want it anymore.”

“
Do you want me to take you home?” He asked.

I smiled at him, it was my flirtiest grin. “Only if you come with me.”

He moaned again. “Of course, love. I would love to see you’re flat. I’m warning you however, that you may not get any sleep tonight.” He told me.

“
What’s a flat?” I asked him

“
An apartment, darling.” He laughed at me again. It was the same gentle laughter he had always used with me. That gentle laughter let me know that he was amused by my confusion but that he didn’t think that I was dumb for not knowing about the language that he spoke.

They say that we both speak English, but the truth is that Americans and British use entirely different words. It shocked me about how differently we talked. I felt like an idiot a lot, but I was also learning a lot.  I appreciated the chance to learn about how he lived, and the words that he used.

**

I didn’t know how he would respond when he saw my place, but his eyes sparked at the sight of my place. “This is a lovely place.” He told me.

“It’s nothing fancy,” I admitted. “But it’s a roof over my head.”

“
It’s amazing. Who decorated for you?” He felt like he had to ask.

I looked at him like he was crazy. “I can’t afford to hire someone to decorate for me. I did this myself.”

He turned and kissed me. “I would love to see the rest of the place, especially the bedroom.” His eyes twinkled with suggestion.

I decided to tease him a little. “Let me give you the grand tour. This is my living room; it’s where I do most of my living. Here is my couch.” I reached over to pat the couch. I felt like a fool, but for some reason I was nervous about this situation. This was the first time he had been in my home and it was so modest compared to the fancy hotel he was staying in. I didn’t know how much he would like my place so instead I focused on talking about my amazing couch. “I do a lot of work here in the living room.  I sit over there with my laptop.”

He walked up next to me and pretended to be in awe over the couch. “It is quite lovely.”  He then walked over to my easy chair, “but I like this chair more.”

“
I also work in the bedroom a lot.”

“
I can’t wait to see that.” He winked at me.

My mind raced over the dirty clothes on my bedroom floor and I changed the subject. “I love this couch.” I was being honest about it. “Not only does it look good, it is extremely comfortable.” For some reason my mind wandered to when I found the couch used at a small second-hand shop. It had looked brand new, but was actually within my budget. I couldn’t tell him about that though.

He sidled up to me as I was talking. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned over to whisper into my ear. “Mimi, if we don’t get to the bedroom soon, I’m going to take you right here.”

“
Ohhh,” I responded to his honestly. “I might have to take you up on that.”

He bent me over the end of the couch and took me right there. I loved every second of it. I let him take control, just like he had every time we made love.  I was still in my dirty dress, and with no panties it was very easy for him.

It wasn’t long before we had finished making love for the second time that night. I realized that I no longer considered our sex just sex. Somehow over the past three days we had started making love.

I excused myself to shower and change. For the first time since I had broken up with John I didn’t miss him in the shower. When I finished with a hot shower and came out of my room in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He looked at me in awe. “I’ve never seen you wear anything other than a dress. You look absolutely lovely with your hair down. “ He was staring at my body and it was making me a little nervous.

“Thank you.” I could feel the temperature rising in my cheeks. “That’s really nice of you to say.”

“
Nonsense, it’s the truth. You are a truly beautiful woman.”

I had to change the subject. “Would you like a drink?” I asked him.

“Of course, what do you have?”

I walked into the kitchen and looked into my fridge it was scarily bare. I didn’t want him to see it that way. “I got some beer, cheap wine, and pre-mixed margaritas in the freezer.  I also have some water and soda. What would you like?”

“I’ll take a pint.” He told me from the living room.

“
A pint of what?” I had no idea what he was talking about. The only pint I had was ice cream in my secret stash. I hadn’t mentioned that to him. I wasn’t willing to give my ice cream to this Englishman that I just met. Some things were just too far. I smiled to myself at my own stubbornness. I was willing to share my bed and feelings with him but not my ice cream.

“
Beer.”

I looked at the labels on the bottles. None of them were a pint. “All I’ve got is 12 ounce bottles. Is that OK?” I asked him.

He chuckled again. “That will be fine, Mimi.”

I brought out two beers and pulled out my church key. Popping open the bottles I handed him one and sat barefoot and cross-legged on the couch. “So what do you think of my place?” I asked him.

“It is absolutely lovely.”

“
I like it, it isn’t very fancy, but it suits me just fine. To be honest I’m more comfortable living like this, barefoot in a pair of jeans.”

“
Really, I think it’s a lovely way to live.” He was smiling. He looked happy and comfortable, leaning back in an easy chair with a beer in his hand.

He took his first sip of the beer and got a strange look on his face. “Is everything OK?” I asked him.

“It tastes a little strange,” he looked at the label. “I’ve never had this brand before.”

“
That’s because it’s cheap American beer. People don’t drink it because it tastes good. It’s like coffee and acquired taste.”

“
That explains it.” He continued to drink his beer, but I had a feeling that it was only to make me happy.

“
I can get you something else.” I offered weakly.

“
No, love, this is fine.” He told me. He was very careful not to hurt my feelings about having the cheapest beer on the market. “I want to know you better. When will you be free to meet with me again?” I could tell that he was trying to take my focus off of the beer.

“
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can make the time.” I joked with him, giving in to the change of subject. “Do you want me to order take-out?” I asked him.

“
I would like that very much.”

“
What do you want to eat?” We decided on Chinese and I ordered from my favorite place. This time I ordered for him and got a large spread of choices. I had them put it on the card they had on file and came back to the couch. My lover was looking through a woman’s magazine that sat on my coffee table.

“
Enjoying yourself?” I asked him.

“
Yes, apparently I am girlfriend material. I am very relieved. I thought that I was never going to be in a lasting relationship”

I laughed at his joke. “It’s silly I know, but I love those magazines. My girlfriends and I can laugh all night long about them. They do occasionally have good fashion tips.”

“So what else do you do for fun?”

“
Not much, watch TV and hang out with friends mostly. I spend a lot of time working.” I explained.