"Ummhmm."
We tell the young singer "Good Luck" and walk quickly to the metro station. As soon as we enter, the noise is loud and crazy. An announcement is made and Aurei drags me running down to the platforms. We weave in and out of the sparse crowd. When we stop to walk, he tells me. "I want to get you back to our room, get you naked, and give you your surprise."
"Oh yeah!" We stop at the edge of the crowd of impatient people pushers waiting to board and Aurei surveys the situation. I bounce around in front of him like a little girl. "If it is half as good as my dance studio, I know I will love it!"
He chuckles. "Bouncy Thang! Did you know your tits dance all by themselves?"
"Of course, I did!" I roll my eyes and laugh.
When the crowd begins to move toward the bottleneck, I grip Aurei’s hand tight. He smiles down at me, takes my hand and puts it behind his back. I slide it into his back pocket, resting it on his ass. He reaches back with his other hand and hooks my arm, pulling my hand out. He tells me. "I got this." He grips my wrist and pulls my hand around as he turns his back on me, then he wiggles the fingers of the first hand.
Ah! I put my empty hand in it and he pulls me tight against his ass. I bury my nose and my tits in his back. Umm. He smells like heaven. I lay my hands on his cock, and he covers them with his own. I can’t resist. I tickle him with my finger tips and his cock hardens. I grin wickedly at his back then bite a hunk of meat, holding it lightly between my teeth. His fingers slide between mine, then out, then in.
Damn, that’s sensual.
When we begin to board, he moves my hands to his belt loops and hooks my thumbs in them. When he takes the first step forward, I sync my gait to his. When we enter the train, the pushy people seem nowhere to be found. We board without a problem, but he looks back over his shoulder and asks anyway. "You ok back there, Petite Thang."
"Yes, Mr. Competent. I’m excellent."
"Now that’s the right answer!"
When the train is full, the doors close and Aurei holds on to an overhead strap, keeping us stable while I hug him. Best train ride ever. I think about his sweet words, then wonder how I ever lived without him. As the tram sways and jerks making its way back to our starting point, I keep my thumbs hooked in Aurei’s belt loops.The noise has a hypnotizing effect on me and I close my eyes, leaning on my hunk.
It’s been such a perfect day.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Next thing I know, Aurei is patting my hands. "Wake up Sleepy Thang, we need to get off now."
"What?" I ask as I nuzzle him.
"It’s time to get off. Are you ready?"
"Yes, I guess."
"Your gift is waiting."
"Oh! That’s trickery. You know I’ll wake up for that."
He laughs and calls cadence for me. "Left. Right. Left."
"I’m with ya."
We exit the train the same way we boarded without incident. When we are clear, I take his hand and we start the short walk to the bus station. The air is crisp and the sun is low, but there is still plenty of sunshine left. We stroll along and I swing our arms again. Life is good.
Aurei’s firm voice startles me. "Siri, get on the other side." He pulls my hand and I turn it into a twirl, but I move to the other side. "Stay over here."
The crispness in his delivery makes me wonder what has him on alert. I follow his eyes to a pack of punks coming toward us. They are behind several couples, but they have spotted us too, and are already beginning to taunt us. I hear them shouting Americana and then laughing. I watch as the couples in front of them increase their speed and pass by us without eye contact. When our line of sight is clear, the hair on my neck stands up. There are seven guys and four girls. All dressed in black leathers and boots. They look like badass bikers without the bikes. Aurei’s hand remains relaxed in mine. I glance up at him. He’s one cool cat strolling along, walking like a God towards what could be an explosive opportunity. Confident, competent, and yes, cocky. I squeeze his hand and lay my head on his arm. He looks down on me quickly and I smile at him. He winks, then looks back at the thugs.
We stroll along, both alert, but acting as if we aren’t. As they draw near I smell their body odor. "What the fuck? Their funk!" I wave my hand under my nose. "For the love of Zeus! They need a bath! They smell like hell warmed over!" Aurei glances at me again, and I pinch my nose. "Pew! My eyes are pure watering!" He chuckles and looks back at them. He stares them down as we pass. They make fun of me making fun of them, but walk by. "That could have been bad."
"It ain’t over yet." He says nonchalantly.
I look back at them. Three of the guys are walking backwards watching us. I look back up at Aurei and his demeanor is still the same, self-assured.
When we reach the end of the block, we wait for the light to change. There are only a few people waiting on the other side to cross and none standing with us. Aurei leans down to get a kiss from my lips. As he raises his eyes, he looks across the street. I notice the pilot’s hawk eyes pinpoint something with the faintest of squints and I see his wheels start to turn as his jaw sets.
The light changes and I swat at him playfully, throw my head back and dance around in front of him, holding his hand and twirling myself around then walk backwards in front of him. Smiling and laughing at his pretend words, I say, "Oh boy, that ain’t good." The thugs are on the other side of the street keeping pace with us.
"No, probably not."
"Should we make a run for it?" I ask.
He laughs. "I think we have the best cardio and stamina, but we are only going one more block. The bus station is right around the corner. They know that. They’ll likely try to rob us there."
"What’s the plan then?"
"I’m going to put you up against the wall and stand between you and them. Hopefully, Antonio will get here before anything bad happens to anyone." He takes his phone out and texts him.
"I’ll spy on them." I spin and twirl, dancing up the sidewalk. My hair fanning out and falling when I stop or change directions. "I’m proud to report nothing new, Sir. Wait. I retract that last transmission. The enemy has crossed the street and is preparing to attack." I twirl back to him, reaching my hand for his, then lift it up and duck under it, spinning behind him and pulling him around so he can see, as I lean back. "See?" I ask.
"You would make a great spy. Very intuitive."
"Yes, I would!" I agree as I pull back up and make him walk backwards.
"It’s def going down." He tells me. "When we turn the corner would be my bet."
"Aren’t you worried?" I stare amazed at his cool, calm demeanor.
"Nope."
"I think you should be. We are way out numbered."
His eyes pierce mine. "Siri, there isn’t any 'we' in this fight. I got this. I’m going to put you up against the wall, and stand between you and them. Your job is to stay behind me."
I smirk, "That’s no fun."
He frowns. "I expect you to stay behind me, even if hell breaks loose. Your job is to dance your ass off to stay with me. I need to know where you are at all times, because my eyes will be on the battle. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but...."
"NO! No buts. If I call your name, I want you to respond immediately. I need to know you are okay and where you are. Do you understand?" His words are crisp and sharp. The commander has returned.
"Yes, of course, but that’s too confrontational. I propose I push you up against the wall, dance for you then 'pretend' to suck your cock."
He laughs. "Does sex enter into everything you do?"
"Why ... yes. It does. Sex is what I do."
"But not everything is about sex."
"Now, Aurei, trust me on this. I’m the expert here." I roll my eyes and dramatically inform him. "Everything is about sex or money."
"Exactly. This particular event is about money. Which I would gladly give them, but being an American takes on a whole other dimension. If I appear weak and give up the money too easy, th
ey may want sex too." His eyes bore into mine. "And that, they cannot have. So, Sweet Thang, I’m going to put you up against the wall and protect you. End of discussion!"
"But we, ok you, are outnumbered by big odds. They will think those odds will tilt the battle their way, regardless if it’s true or not. They, most likely, won’t think twice about just taking what they want, money or sex." He rolls his eyes and I duck under his arm, then I walk backwards to watch them. "And that will def draw blood!" I spin out and then back into his arms. He wraps me tight and puts his face next to mine. "If my way works, no blood and no money!" He scoops me off my feet and spins us around. I put my arms around his neck. "You will have the perfect view of them and can easily move into 'kick their ass' mode if you need to, but maybe, just maybe, they will walk away. Maybe, just maybe, you won’t need to fight. Maybe, just maybe, you will be alright."
He sets me down, and with his hand nestled in my back, pulls me roughly to him. Then he runs the back of his fingers down my face and across my jaw. I tip my face into the feeling. He pinches my chin and stares down into my eyes. His green pools are dark. His voice is low and husky. I hear the dangerous, sweetness in it too. "Siri, I’m protecting you. End of discussion."
"No argument there, Sugar Bare." I start to spin around and around, moving in a slow circle while he turns to walk backward. "But my way has the best possible outcome, and the odds are favorable that it will work. If I were in Vegas, I would bet on my odds."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Simple. Most guys don’t want to cock block another guy about to get head."
He throws his head back and laughs out loud. "Can’t argue that logic."
"Can we at least try my idea then?" I pull my shirt up and flash him.
He misses a step, surprised. "Damn, woman, don’t do that right now."
"What did they do?"
"I don’t know. I was too shocked to notice."
"Well... do over then." I flash him again, then whip my hair around once.
"They stopped." He walks up to me.
"Anyone talking?"
"No." He tells me as he towers over me. His body language is prepared to reject another attempt to flash him my tits. I grab a handful of his cod sack. "Easy there, Wild Thang. Be careful."
I laugh. "Just because I haven’t touched anyone else’s junk before doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve watched this done literally hundreds of times." I cup them, then push down and squeeze them. His eyes leave the punks and look at me.
"If they aren’t talking, we have an audience. Now time to make them decide. Cock block or not." I release his cods, run my hand up his abs, over his chest and down his arm as I bend down, showing my enticing ass to the group. I stretch the distance between us as I hold Aurei’s hand with both of mine and back away then I run around the corner with him in tow. As soon as we leave their view, Aurei takes the lead and we haul ass to the other side of the bus stop. There isn’t anyone else waiting. He takes a relaxed position against the wall. "Siri, this is only a short test. If they don’t give it up immediately, then get behind me. Tell me you will. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you."
"I will. I’m with you, Sugar Bare, and don’t worry so much about me. I can hold my own for a short time."
He laughs. "My badass baby got game. I’ll have to make sure I recount it for Scarlett later."
"Brutus taught me a thing or two about self-defense and I really did get some training with Ronda Rousey. I wasn’t spoofing about that."
"I believe you, but we are outnumbered at least until Antonio gets here."
I put my hands on my hips and mash my lips together. "Fuck! Now I’m thinking I might want to see you two cousins transform into Roman Soldiers before my very eyes and kick some serious gangsta ass."
"There is still time." He laughs, then with all seriousness he says. "We’ll try stalling them with your idea, but I doubt it will work. They have too much of an advantage."
"Never underestimate the power of sex, Aurelius Moore. It has ruled kingdoms and destroyed them too." I tell him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I pull out my iPhone and key up "Wild Ones" by Flo rida (featuring Sia), then hit pause and put it back. "Brutus taught me, you only have to make them afraid to be the first beating. There is only one alpha male or female per group. Don’t call him or her out. Call out all the yes men at once, and make them decide who the sacrificial lamb will be. Make them understand they are going into be slaughtered! Guarantee them their ass will be kicked!" He laughs out loud. "What’s so funny? It’s true."
"You giving me instructions on kicking ass, Petite Thang."
I laugh now too. "That is funny, isn’t it?" He puts his arms around me, draws me against his body and kisses the top of my head. "They are rounding the corner."
"It’s almost showtime then."
"Yep." He dips his head down to my neck and inhales deeply. "I love the way you smell. And ... your advice is spot on. If I say pickle, you are to give this up, and I’ll take the lead. Get behind me and be prepared to defend your honor, but don’t engage unless you have to."
"I’ll stay with you, Baby." I stare into his face, then give him a peck on the lips. The sweetness of his breath tastes heavenly. The softness of his kiss makes me determined. I know sex. I know men. I know I can win. I can do this! I shove my tits in his face and hang my head back, resting my body weight onto his arms. Our hips grind. "Pickle? Really? That’s our safe word?"
"Yep. Can’t get it confused."
I laugh out loud. "Nope. It’s the perfect safe word. Pickle it is then." I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra.
"Damn. You would do that." He whispers. "The panties stay!"
I ignore him as I pull the straps out of my sleeves, over one hand, then the other and slip it all the way off. I shake my head until my hair hangs to the ground. "I would have chosen sausage."
He chuckles. "They are approaching the bus stop. Are you ready?"
"I was born ready! I’m a Wild Child!"
"It’s showtime then! Work your Thang."
I key up voice control. When I hear the two tone beeps, I say. "Continue playing music."
"Okay." Apple’s Siri tells me.
I shake my tits hard for him. They move side to side, flopping free. I tell him as I roll up. "Eyes on me, Sugar Bare." But his eyes are already glued to my tits. There is something about bouncy tits. I grin at him. He smiles, knowing he was busted. He’s so darn cute!
When the song actually starts, he releases me. I lay my head back and twirl away from him twice. I whip my hair around hard, attracting attention to myself. I pause, watching him as my Dancing Diva persona slides into place, then I tease him by stroking my body with my bra as I rotate my hips around, dancing to the music. As I make my way back to him, I work it! Exaggerating the cocking of my ass, the pushing out of my tits, and the hair play as I flip and fluff it, using my bra as my prop, I’m rewarded to see Aurei’s hooded eyes. When I’m in front of him, I smile evilly into his, knowing it’s about to be next to impossible to focus on the punk battle at hand. I slowly rotate my hips and present my backside to him. I lean my head back, then to the side, waiting for the rap to begin and drop my bra at his feet. When the rappers speak, I spread my legs and twerk! My ass vibrates for him at super shake-it speed.
"Damn." He says again.
I peer over my shoulder at him and back it up on him. He slides down the wall to position his hard cock for my maximum stroking. When the song starts to pump it up, I step away and pump it up to, jumping with my hands reaching for the sky, and bouncing my tits in a wave of mounds. When the song slows down again, I strut away to repeat the dance the pattern, starting with the tease.
I look at the punks. They are all watching. There is no aggression in the stances. I think we are gonna be ok. I turn my back to them, then lift my shirt and flash Aurei again.
Instantly his warrior face is there. He lifts thunderous mad eyes to the punks
behind me as his hand rises and he slowly curls his fingers for me to come to him, but I continue the tease. My eyes are truly wicked and my wildness flashes, challenging him. I feel the electricity sparking between us and I throw caution to the wind. I slowly cross my arms in front of my body and pull my shirt off.
His eyes have forgotten all about the danger behind us. He pushes off the wall, and strides to me.
Confident.
Competent.
Cocky.
Commanding.
His arms wrap themselves over me, shielding me. His hand snatches my hair, jerking my head back. His lips engulf mine. His hips crash his cock against me. He smashes all of himself into all of me.
You are a REAL man, Aurelius Moore!
My mind and body give it up to him, meeting his hard, demanding, consuming, possessive kiss with passive aggression. I’m submissive, but not subdued. Complete willingness to be owned by him. You are MY man! My arms encircle his back. I grip his shirt and latch onto him, meeting the force of his strength with the force of my own. His tongue fills my mouth with the taste of conquering and I suck it down with the taste of winning!
Only a fool would try to separate us now.... Time passes, but not for us.
A throat clears, "Ahem." Someone is standing directly behind me.
Aurei lifts his head and smiles at the person. "Ciao, Antonio." His embrace tightens, mashing my tits against him but also mashing my nose in his chest.
"Oui!" I wiggle my face to his armpit. "AH!" I bury my nose in it and inhale. He smells so fucking good.
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