by Tiana Laveen
They proceeded to enjoy the rest of their evening, with plentiful liquor and cigars – a little ‘Happy Birthday’ gift from his new supervisor. He even played some slots, talked some trash, and avoided conversations that kept swarming around why he wasn’t hunting down any pussy. When their crew would go out, it wasn’t uncommon to find him slipping away, buying some chick a drink and tossing on some charm in order to take her ass home, fuck her, and more times than not, forget her. That wasn’t on the menu, nowhere near his thought process. He craved something real. Something he could hold onto. He wanted a real woman tonight… someone by his side, someone more than just a fun roll in the hay.
As they persisted with the sexual jokes and jabs, trying to provoke him to do what he’d done in the past, he managed to wiggle away from the discussion effectively by a simple mind fuck of transitional topics – ones they could argue and laugh about and forget about the original question altogether. Besides, this was nothing new.
Hunter was fairly private about his love life. He’d always been that way, although it never stopped his friends from digging in his business as if their mouths were shovels. Besides, what he had with Nita was still developing. He didn’t have a name for it, but they had an understanding. His thoughts raced, falling back to his meeting with Johnny.
He found it somewhat strange that he hadn’t been afraid to go back to prison when the threat of it lingered over his head. He’d never hesitated to jump in and help his friend. Yes, the place was a fucking nightmare and Leon would be disappointed to see him return, but mostly, it disturbed him how blasé he was about the possibility.
Now though, he considered Noah, Olive, Tisha and Nita. That fight would’ve changed his luck so quickly, but stranger things in life had happened. Who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth, however wounded it was?
Such was life. But then… Nita.
It always comes back to you, don’t it, baby?
Facts were facts. He was horny as hell and missing the fuck out of her. They’d gone out a few times, spoke on the phone often, texted every day… He wanted his birthday cake. NOW. Picking up his cellphone, he rang her. He stroked his chin as it rang a few times, then went to voicemail.
“Damn.” He rubbed his eye. “I knew she wouldn’t pick up. Look what time it is… I was hoping she would though,” he mumbled.
‘Hi, this is Nita, leave a message. Thanks…’
“Hey, it’s me… I uh, I know it’s late, but technically, it’s the morning.” He began to pace back and forth. “We’re supposed to get together later but I wanted to know if I could swing through right now for just a little while tonight, well, this mornin’… you know what I mean. You were on my mind.” He looked out at the twinkling city lights of Detroit. “If you get this soon, JJ, give me a buzz.” He ended the call, then lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling with his legs sprawled. As each minute passed, his eyes became heavier and heavier.
Kinda hungry… I could order room service I guess…
He looked at the bottle of champagne in the bucket in his room, and turned back towards the ceiling. As he fell slowly asleep, his cellphone suddenly rang. He snatched it off the nearby nightstand and sat up.
“Hey. You’re up?”
“Now I am,” she said in a sleepy voice, then yawned. “You didn’t sound drunk. Now what kind of fun did you truly have if your voice isn’t slurred?” She chuckled. “I figured you’d be out like a light by now.”
“Not tonight.” He ran his hand over his face, then raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s been a crazy day, Nita.” He laughed and shook his head. “You won’t believe what happened tonight, but uh, I’d rather tell you to your face… Can I swing through?”
“Well, first of all, are you okay? Did something bad happen?”
“Bad? Nah, not really… just different I guess you could say. Something good I think came out of it though. Only time will tell but yeah, let’s talk about it more when I get there. Can I swing through, baby?”
She was quiet on the other end for longer than he wished.
“It’s so late though, Hunter. The girls are asleep and I can barely keep my eyes open. Maybe you should come around nine? I’m off today like I told you but—”
“I promise I won’t stay long, JJ.”
“You’re killin’ me with that JJ shit you’ve started… Janet Jackson abbreviations.” She laughed real lazy like, and so did he.
“Look, I’ll leave and come back later in the day, just like we planned… I just uh, I want to kiss you and talk to you is all. You can go back to sleep like I wasn’t even there. Come on, baby, don’t turn me away on my birthday.” He grinned, working her over, manipulating the shit as he threw on his best ‘I’m so sad’ voice.
“Wait a minute, how’d you get over to the casino tonight, Hunter? I thought you said your friends picked you up?”
“They did. I can call an Uber to your house though. It’s nothin’.” He shrugged.
“Hmmm… all right, but only for a short while.”
“Cool, I’ll be in and out.” He grinned, meaning what he said – literally. “I’ll leave here now and be right over. See you in a bit.”
He disconnected the call before she changed her mind and tried to toss up another stop sign or red light. Rifling through his overnight bag, he pulled out his shirt and jeans that he’d brought to wear for the next day. He dashed to the bathroom, combed his wet hair back from his face, and smoothed out his beard with his palm. Once he was good and satisfied, he took off out of the room, bag in hand, and called an Uber from the lobby. Less than ten minutes later, he was in the front seat of a small red Toyota driven by a short middle-aged, dark-complexioned Black guy who was playing gospel music. They had a bit of small talk and it wasn’t long before he was being dropped off in front of Nita’s house.
“Thanks, man. Goodnight.”
“No problem. God bless and enjoy the rest of your week.” The guy nodded and waved as he got out the car.
Hunter made sure to leave him a good tip on his phone, then made his way to Nita’s front door. Instead of knocking or ringing the bell which could’ve disrupted Olive and Tisha, he sent her a text.
I’m here. Open up.
He waited impatiently in the cool night air, the kind of coldness that ran straight through you and froze all the blood in your veins. At last, she unlocked and opened the door in a long, fuzzy lavender robe, her hair down and combed away from her face. She wore no makeup with the exception of sheer lip-gloss. Just as beautiful as could be. Smiling up at him, she let him quietly in and closed the door behind him. The house was warm and dark, with the exception of the kitchen light on, leading the way.
“You want some coffee?” she whispered, so damn pretty.
“Nah, I don’t want any fucking coffee.”
“Oh shit, Hunter. Stop playing!” she said in a hushed tone as he brushed her offers for drinks aside, gathered her in his arms, and picked her up off her feet, carrying her towards the stairs. “What are you doin’?!” Her eyes grew large as big fifty-cent gumballs when he had her straddle her legs around his waist and he climbed the staircase.
“I just came over to get my birthday kiss is all… I won’t stay long,” he lied.
“Hunter, I thought you wanted to talk about your evening? See, shoulda never called your ass back.” She grimaced and twisted her lips as she held onto him, knowing damn well he had ulterior motives. He believed she’d known from jump what his plan was, but she’d decided to play this game, as if completely oblivious to his filthy intentions. His dick throbbed with need.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“I’m not telling you,” she whispered.
“I’ll just start opening random doors then.” He reached for the nearest knob.
“No! All right, all right! We’re only talking though!” she warned.
Your pussy looks like a mouth too… so yeah, I’ll talk to it…
She pointed to the door at the far end of the shor
t hallway. He made his way to it then set her down onto her bare feet. She opened the door, revealing a small, yet well decorated and sweet-smelling room in shades of pale yellow, shiny gold accent pillows with white trim, and hints of cobalt blue along the sheets and comforter. It reminded him of a place that might be in Florida, especially since there was a small, fake palm tree in the corner with twinkling white lights. She turned on a small yellow vanity light while he closed the door. “Sit down.” She pointed to the edge of her nice, feminine bed. Bunch of soft, cutesy pillows, runners with fringe, and a thick quilt. He sat on it and immediately felt the elasticity of the mattress. He bounced on it a bit, testing it out… It was comfortable, just like her.
She took a seat across from him in the chair that was for her vanity. The woman tucked her hair behind her ears and leaned forward, that same gorgeous smile even brighter now.
“Well, happy birthday again, sir. I hope you had a good time.” She laughed in an airy sort of way as she crossed her long, shiny legs – they looked like they’d been freshly oiled. Her toenails were painted a glossy white, popping against her flawless brown skin.
“Thank you… I did.”
“So… now what?” She sat up straight and crossed her arms. “Tell me what happened tonight.”
He stood and removed his coat. She watched him, barely blinking… didn’t say anything as he swallowed, sucked on his lower lip then ran his hand over his erection. He pulled at his shirt and cast it to the floor, then reached for his belt.
“Okay.” Lips pursed, she looked at the floor like a teacher about to tell a young student to stop sniffing the glue. “Hunter…” Her voice shook as she stuck her hand out and shook it, as if to say, ‘stop.’ “You know that I want you, you know I really like you, but we can’t do this right now. My babies are in the other room.” She pointed to the closed door.
“They’re not babies. When is the right time then, JJ? You like excuses. I like action.” She looked away. “They know we’re seein’ each other. They know who I am. You’re allowed to have a life, too. Besides, I can be quiet. I’m sure you can, too… I can put my hand over your mouth if you get too loud.”
She rolled her eyes and smirked.
“So, you think you got it like that? So bigheaded.” She shook her head and laughed. “Again, I shoulda never called you back. You’re no good,” she teased.
“When I’m finished with you, you’ll think it’s your birthday instead of mine.” He removed his shoes and socks. Her brows bunched as he slid his belt out from the loops. It clanked against the floor when he let it drop. She visibly swallowed. It was obvious she was fighting a smile. “I came here to get my cake.” He pulled his pants down his legs and revealed his hard-on. Her eyes popped and she jerked away, looking at the damn wall as he finished undressing. He heard her break out into a light laugh that evolved into a full out chuckle. He smirked at her reaction; he’d had it happen before, many times.
“Gotta be honest with you, Hunter, I have never had sex with a White man before. I was, uh, expecting somethin’ else… Good Lord you’ve been blessed! Sweet Jesus!” She clapped her hands and cackled, shaking her head. Her cheeks warmed into a ruddy complexion, yet she still refused to look back in his direction.
Reaching for his pants, he pulled out his wallet and removed a Trojan Magnum XL condom. Easy as he pleased, he tossed it onto her vanity like a tiny frisbee, then sat down on her bed, feet far apart, displaying himself, butt ass naked. She slowly drifted her gaze back to him, a twinkle in her eye, and grinning from ear to ear. He curled his finger in her direction.
“Come ’ere.”
Hugging herself, she made her way to him. He had her straddle him again, the robe covering her legs. The sounds of the material of her clothing, the bed supporting their weight, and their bodies pressed together filled the room. Her robe gradually fell open, revealing a long T-shirt beneath it and a pair of semi-sheer light purple panties. He looked into her eyes, then kissed her soft, delicious mouth. She purred like a kitten. Running his fingers through her hair, he brought her closer, making his way inside with a slip of his tongue.
She wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders as he moved his hips, ass rising slowly up and down from the bed, grinding against her with need. Her robe slid off one shoulder and he wasted no time kissing the exposed, soft flesh. He could feel how much she wanted him, but she was a bit tense; muscles tight, fingers now digging into his flesh, she held on firm, seemingly afraid to come undone.
“It’s just me and you right now. I want you to relax. We need this.” He pushed away a few loose strands of hair that covered one of her eyes so he could look her in the face – completely unobstructed.
He kissed along her collarbone, lavishing her with sweet affection then with a sway of his hand, removed the robe from the other shoulder, allowing it to slide down and gather around her hips. He snatched it from around her body and tossed it to the carpeted floor, getting rid of it completely.
“Lift your arms, baby.” She slowly did as he asked, then he gripped the fabric of her nightshirt, brought it over her head and discarded it. She ran her fingers through her hair, putting herself back together as he looked into her eyes.
“You’re so damn sexy, baby.” He stared at her bare breasts, filling fast with lust. They were a real nice size, and natural, too. Her areolas were large and dark, reminding him of some of the Black women he’d seen in a French porno movie years before. He’d slept with a few Black women in his past, all of them different complexions, body types and sizes. Not one to waste time, he took a dark chocolate nipple between his lips and gently pulled. Head arched back, she moaned and caressed his neck as he nursed from her soft, natural mounds.
Sucking slow and soft, then with a bit more pressure, delivering light kisses in between, he pressed his hand in the small of her back, drawing her closer, making her feed on his desires. She shuddered when he switched to the other breast, kissing and sucking on it until the nipple was rigid, the nub beating against the tip of his tongue as he teased it just so. He trailed up and down her chest, delivering light pecks. He felt her seize up when he bumped the head of his dick against her panties. Her pussy was incredibly wet; he could smell it, the intoxicating scent of feminine arousal, and he hadn’t even started yet.
“Relax…” He kissed her. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Hunter, promise me…” She shook as he reached between their heated bodies and stroked her pussy over the panties with deft fingers. “Promise me you’ll be out of the house before seven. The girls… the girls… start waking up for school then.” He propped her higher, pretending to fuck her as he stroked her zone all the harder, forcing her pussy to drag along the tip of his cock. The creamy wetness soaked through the sheer lavender material, leaving itself on his heated flesh. Dragging himself down her body while cupping her close to prevent her from falling back, he drew closer to her saturated garden. He curled his finger beneath the band of her underwear and pulled on it. He regarded the shaved pussy with just a bit of dark fuzz in approval. Reaching inside as though into a cookie jar, he looked up into her eyes while sliding his long index finger up and down the slit of her slick cat.
“You get so damn wet, JJ… That’s a fuckin’ beautiful thing…”
“Promise me… shit…” She gritted her teeth when he penetrated her, and the walls immediately hugged his finger.
“I’m a lucky motherfucker tonight… Ohhhh, my… got me a tight one here…” He finger fucked her nice and slow. “These tight walls of yours are expectin’ a visitor. Not only are you wetter than a storm, you got a pussy that snaps back like a damn turtle. I’m so hungry, baby. I’m ready to eat…”
He slipped out of her, tossed her on the bed, and quickly shimmied her panties down her legs and onto the floor. The woman was breathing fast, her eyes wild with lust, yet still, a sprinkle of concern. He got to his feet, snatched the condom off the vanity dresser, tore it open with his teeth, and laid the rubber on her nigh
tstand, now within reach.
“Are you on any type of birth control or anything?” he asked.
“Yeah… the pill. This isn’t sexy, but I should ask… When was the last you were tested for diseases, STIs?”
“I get tested every three months. It used to be part of my probation requirements, including drug testing, so I just keep doing it as a force of habit.” He shrugged. “Was tested in prison, been tested since I’ve been out. I don’t have anything and I haven’t had unprotected sex in years. I usually wore condoms regularly in the past anyway, unless it was someone I was in a relationship with. You?”
“I haven’t been sexually active in a while but when I am, I get tested every six months or so… I’m clean.”
Sliding back onto the bed, he yanked her to him by the ankles, bringing her legs over his shoulders. As he dove down to kiss the smile between her thighs, she wiggled, scooting away.
“Uh, Hunter…” She shook her head, her brows slightly bunched. “I don’t like getting ate out.” He cupped her ass and regarded her through narrowed eyes.
“You’ve never had me eat your pussy before though…”
“It won’t matter. I’ve tried several times with different men. Same thing all the time… I just don’t like it.”
“You don’t know what you like, ’cause I’ve never done it to you before. I’m telling you this time will be different.”
“I doubt that. One time… never mind. Let’s just not go there.” He rose up on his knees and glared at her.