by Tiana Laveen
The clock continued to tick, and she’d all but lost track of time until her cell phone rang. Grasping the thing, she curtailed her annoyance once she realized it was Ace.
“Hi, baby,” he said smoothly.
“Where are you?” She could hear outside noise, as if he were on some busy sidewalk with buses trolling by.
“Still at work, but leaving soon. Are you ready?”
“Just give me a few more minutes.”
“Okay, but start getting ready to leave. I don’t want us to be late. Would it be easier if I just picked you up from the museum?”
“Nah, I have to change clothes anyway. I’ll leave now, honey. I promise.”
“Okay…see you soon. I love you.”
Every time he spoke those three words, he said them with meaning. So when they tumbled out of his mouth, she’d melt a little bit inside and warmth would consume her from head to toe.
“I love you, too.”
“You better, see you soon.” And they disconnected the call.
After a couple of moments, Brooklyn rose from her seat, tossed her phone into her purse and headed towards the door. Much to her surprise, Ivy was standing there with her mauve pants suit on, dulled by a laboratory jacket that always snatched the woman’s awesome fashion sense and tossed it in the waste can, hidden from their world. The woman placed her hand on her shoulder, and her eyes, made smoky with lavender eye shadow, hooded.
“Leaving almost on time? He must be layin’ it down!” She teased. “Brooklyn finally has a man!” The woman giggled as she moseyed past her and entered the main lab, leaving her boss standing there all alone.
“Good night, Ivy,” she called out, her face hot with embarrassment, and headed towards the exit of the museum.
That’s right. I do have a man, and he loves me to death…
~***~
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Chicago dazzled at night like a treasure chest full of vibrant jewels infused with electricity. The little surprise Ace said he had planned for her wasn’t little at all. She clutched her blouse as she screamed out, jumping up and down in place. After he’d managed to get her calmed down, she began again. This time, she grabbed him tightly as she bubbled over with exuberance while they enjoyed a tour of the town inside of a helicopter.
She’d been in Chicago quite awhile but had never experienced the city from such a vantage point. As the helicopter slowly meandered through the sky, Ace pointed out various landmarks. He appointed himself her own private tour guide, and she was impressed with his knowledge of the place in which he was dwelled.
“…And that’s the Chicago Bee Building.” He cleared his throat and leaned back, running one hand along her back as she strained to look. He took a generous sip from his wine flute, filled with bubbly champagne, and cleared his throat. “It used to be a black-owned newspaper.”
“Oh, you keep up on black history?” she teased, looking briefly over her shoulder, then back out the window.
“I’ve been here my entire life. I know these streets and businesses better than a cab driver. Besides, it’s my job to know everything about this place, and it’s fun.”
She nodded and sat back, cuddling close to him. Taking a dainty sip from her glass, she set it aside and melted into his embrace, her head on his chest. He took another taste of his drink, and placed it down, holding her a bit tighter now with both hands. He kissed the top of her curly head and they marinated in the silence, while the sky sparkled with stars all around them.
After awhile, she looked up into his eyes. Their gazes met; they stared at one another a good while, not uttering a single word. He traced the edge of her chin with the tip of his finger, tried hard to not stare at her lips, to stretch the moment, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned down to gently kiss her, once, then yet again. The pecks turned longer and longer, until at last, his tongue was slow dancing inside of her warm, awaiting mouth.
“Ahhhh,” she moaned lightly as he briefly pulled away, then went back to his oral obsession. The pilot kept on his task, probably oblivious to the two lovebirds making out behind him. Ace rose and closed a partition between them and the front of the craft, affording them a bit of privacy. Returning to her, he slicked his hand down the front of her blouse, feeling her soft breasts against his fingers while he continued to kiss her. Soon, her nipples turned hard as he slowly ran his thumb back and forth across them, arousing her further.
“Mmmmm….” He moaned as his cock throbbed in his pants. He explored her, rubbing her stomach and finally, her honey-coated entrance. Pressing two fingers against the crotch of her pin-striped navy slacks, he gently moved his digits back and forth, eliciting a feminine squeal followed by a tempered moan. The helicopter confines were small, but he’d make do. She opened her eyes, when he ushered her backward onto the seat. “Aye…Ace, we can’t…we can’t do this here,” she whispered, her body tense. But he ignored her, slowly undid the buttons on her silky, ivory blouse.
“I beg to differ. I believe we can…” He groaned and looked down at her now exposed bra, her breasts heaving from beneath the light pink material. Her brown nipples stabbed the thin fabric, ensuring he’d no longer be able to contain himself. Swooping down, he sucked one vigorously over the bra, while busying himself with the other, gently removing it from the lingerie confines. Brooklyn ran trembling fingers over his hair, messing it up. He didn’t care; he wanted her so badly, his vanity flew out the panoramic window.
“Ahhhh….” She sighed.
He tugged at her pants, unbuttoning them until they fell to her ankles. Next came her pantyhose. Holding her around her waist, he gently rolled them down until they, too, would no longer be a hindrance. He dropped lower, kissing her quaking stomach and slicking the tip of his tongue over her navel. “Mmmmm!”
Dropping lower still, pressing her body down with his weight, hepushed her panties aside and, without further ado, licked her pussy hard and fast, making her buck and hiss her pleasure like a kitten.
“Ahhhhh! Oh my God! Oh my God!”
She took a tight grip of his hair as he proceeded to drive her mad. The clicking of his tongue over her juicy slit seemed to echo throughout the helicopter.
“Mmmmm!” he moaned, relishing the sweet, seeping, wet buffet before him. “Tastes wonderful…” He worked her over until her clit swelled up and invited him to play. Gently taking it into his mouth, he sucked the tiny nub, making the pink perfection harden a bit and the owner of the masterpiece fall to pieces beneath him. She vibrated underneath his frame, biting into her purse to keep her screams at bay. “I wanna hear it…”
Snatching the bag from her, he forced that melodic sound of climax to escape her sensuous lips.
“Ahhhhhh!!!” She sat up in vain, only to be slammed back down so he could continue to draw on the lovely nectar from her pulsating core. Gripping her ass with both hands, he brought her as close as she could come and licked long and hard all over her love. “Ahhhhh! Ace, Oh…Oh God!” She let go of him and gripped the seat. He slightly turned and noticed her knuckles straining under the skin, and soon, she came again. Yet he continued on, slowly letting go to offer a gentle landing. Her harsh breathing grew quieter.
After she’d regained her composure, she swiped the back of her hand over her forehead and exhaled.
“Oh my goodness…” she said, exhausted.
He grinned into her pussy, gave it a polite kiss goodbye,then rose up onto his arms. She looked up at him, as if trying to read his thoughts. There was no need, as he soon made his intentions clear. Reaching down between their bodies, he undid his zipper, all the while keeping his eye on her. He didn’t feel like smiling, didn’t feel like joking; he simply wanted to experience her incredible body inside of this aerodynamic vehicle, and nothing would get in his way.
He brought his pants and underwear down just enough to expose his rod. She looked at it with stark hunger, her eyes narrowed as she bit her bottom lip seductively.
“Don’t tease me. Put it in your mou
th, baby.”
She wrapped her hands around the base, and with a naughty twinkle in her eye, slowly extended her tongue, flicking it over the tip. He swallowed and gently ran his palm over the top of her hair, then threw his head back on a sigh when she enveloped the tip into her hot mouth.
“Ahhh, baby, yeah…that’s it. Mmmmm!” He slid his hand behind her neck, bringing her a bit closer, and gently thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She sucked harder and deeper, making him shudder and utter things beyond his control.
“Ohhhh, shit!” Closing his eyes, he arched his back, surrendered to the pleasure. After a short while, he simply could take it no longer. Pulling himself out of her mouth, he settled between her legs, and guided his cock to her entrance. At the same time, the pilot changed directions, going over a towering building aglow with office lights. Ace looked into her eyes.
“I need you…” he said with urgency before he pushed inside of her, drawing a moan from both of them. They clung to one another. Her legs wrapped around him, he found a rhythm in and out of her.
“Uhhh…uh….” He shot a glance towards the front of the helicopter.The pilot couldn’t see them, but there was no doubt in his mind, the man knew full well what was taking place in his aircraft. Ace put that out of his mind and focused solely on her, loving her…
“Does it feel good, baby?” he murmured. He drove inside of her in fast, hard jabs. “Does my cock feel good in your pussy?!”
“Mmmm hmmm!”
Breathing heavy, he built up his momentum. “Feels good to me too, baby…so damn good.”
He caught the side of her mouth with a lip lock, then swirled the tip of his tongue inside, eliciting a throaty moan. She enveloped him tighter, her feet digging into the small of his back. He kept his pace, wanting to time it just right. “I want us…to do it together.” Her eyes widened as she pumped her hips, flowing with his rhythm. She’d read his mind… “Uhhhh! Cum…with me!”
He sensed she was close, so he sped up, bumping his pelvis into her clit at each turn, holding the back of her head with one hand and her leg in the air with the other. He looked down at her pussy, his dick pounding it at rapid speed, and his climax got within arm’s reach.
“Mmmmm, baby! Uhhhh! Uhhh! Uh!”
“Yes, baby!” she encouraged, her mouth open, her eyes dilated. “Feels so good!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he gripped her ass, thrusting far within her. They stared at one another, not giving a damn about the spectacular view that they were missing. He’d paid a pretty penny for this rendezvous, but he didn’t care. What was happening at that very moment would forever stay inside of his brain.Finally, she pulled him to her and shuddered, unraveling. She sucked on the side of his neck as her juices flowed down his cock, her orgasm causing her pussy muscles to squeeze him tighter.
That was the last straw.
“Ahhhh! Ah!” she moaned, shaking beneath him, cumming undone.
“Mmmm! Ahhhh!” he grunted as he felt his nuts tighten. His stiff dick wouldn’t take no for an answer. He shot within of her, over and over, keeping her close to ensure each drop flowed inside of her beautiful body. “Uhhhh! Uhhh, mmmm baby!” Falling atop her, his forehead to hers, he tried to gain his composure. He slowly came down from the high, snuggled close with his woman.
It wasn’t long before the pilot announced through the intercom: “Thank you for travelling with ‘Hellicopters Over Chicago’. I hope that your experience was a pleasant one… Uh, I believe that it was.” And then the pilot burst out laughing but quickly cut his microphone off.
Ace chuckled as he rose and helped Brooklyn re-dress. He then pulled his underwear and pants up and got comfortable while the pilot prepared for landing. Brooklyn grasped his hand and looked out the window, avoiding eye contact. His curiosity got the best of him. He gently leaned onto her shoulder and took hold of her chin, bringing her face to his.
“Is something wrong, baby?”
Her eyes glossy and bright with brimming tears, she smiled and shook her head vigorously. He then noticed she’d removed the hand-written love letter she’d read earlier that evening from her pocket and gripped it tight.
“No, not all.”
“Then why do you look that way? I just want to make you happy, Brooklyn.” He laid a tender kiss on her cheek. “I’m happy…because I’m with you.”
“You do make me happy. I’m just glad I didn’t let fear stop me from us being together. Even after everything that’s happened, I know if I’d left you, it would’ve been a mistake I’d live to regret. I’m in love and it feels so natural, and...it’s real.”
She glanced down at the letter, then back into his eyes.
“I know you meant every word in here, too, Ace.”
He caressed the side of her cheek and placed his hand across her knee, then kissed her forehead, followed by her lips. In the end, he squeezed her hand.
“It’s every bit real and I said nothing in that letter that didn’t come from the heart. I love you so much, and I’m not sorry about falling in love with you. It happened, and it’s what I needed more than anything else in this world…”
~***~
Giggling, Brooklyn clung to Ace’s leather jacket and tried her damnedest to step on his new shoes. After the helicopter ride — well, helicopter fuck — they stopped at an elegant downtown wine tasting and that was when the real trouble began. She wasn’t a big drinker, only a glass or two a few times a week, but tonight she let loose and the liquor had her woozy.
“Stop!” Ace barked as he struggled to get the house door unlocked. The keys jangled in his grasp while she hung on his back like a cape. She just couldn’t stop laughing.
“Here, let me help you with that, baby!” She got off his back and reached for his zipper, almost falling over into a heap onto the floor in the process. He angrily swatted at her hand until he finally had the thing open. The door swung so hard, it hit the wall. Then, he grabbed her around her waist, hoisted her up, and ushered her inside.
“Don’t…don’t turn on the light just yet. It’s too bright.” She grimaced and ran her palm smoothly across her forehead as if it were a one hundred degree day.
“Yeah…too bright. It wasn’t too bright for me to let you keep drinking all night! I can tell you that fucking much! I have no idea what I was thinking taking you there. You can’t hold your liquor,” he reprimanded.
Digging in his pockets, he removed various items and placed them on a nearby table.
“I know exactly what’s going on. I’m not,” she hiccupped, “intoxicated.”
“You’re not drunk, but damn near close to it. And stop trying to step on my shoes, goddamn it!” Indignant, he tossed his wallet on the credenza. She slumped against the wall, laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath. Every attempt at reining in her mirth failed, and it only grew worse as each second passed.
“You shoulda…you shoulda seen your face!” She pointed at him, moving around in the darkness like a maniac. “You are so O.C.D.! Oh my God! What is with you and the shoes?!” She cackled.
“I don’t like dirty shoes!” he barked as he took his coat off and hung it on the rack. “And your ass was walking around like Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum! Trying to be funny…crushing everything as if you are some giant! You’re not funny, Brooklyn. Far from it!”
“I told you I couldn’t tango dance.” She went quiet for a moment, then burst out laughing again.
“There was no dancing, just walking in a straight damn line and not banging your spiked heels on my big toe like you were hammering a nail.”
He didn’t have her fooled. Ace tried to sound tough right then, but she could hear in his tone that he was slightly amused. Still, he did glance down at the footwear, remove the shoe and cradle it, turning the black leather loafer to and fro, as if it were a little baby that had been trampled by a herd of angry elephants. This only caused more hysteria. She couldn’t believe her blurry eyes. She stumbled closer to her hulking man, until she’d latched
her hands around his broad shoulders.
Ace took a deep breath, turned to look at her with a wounded expression on his face. She could see him clearer now, as a thin stream of light crept across the bridge of his nose from a nightlight. Those gorgeous green eyes glowed so bright as he lowered his gaze and ran his fingers over her glossy lips. Quiet now, she kissed him.
She lingered there, her lips against his, together creating something beautiful. He cupped the back of her neck, urging her to continue. A slight moan crept from between his lips. She lifted his shirt, feeling that muscular ‘V’ she craved and loved to watch as he flexed. Her pussy ached for him, wanting to give it another go. Hitched to her, he walked backwards, leading her along with him towards the hallway that led to his den of pleasure. Then…suddenly, he stopped.
“What? What is it?” she whispered.
“You smell that?” He sniffed the air and stepped away from her.
“Smell what? I don’t smell anything.”
“Smoke…not my brand.”
She yelled out when he gripped her wrist and practically dragged her back across the room, to their starting point, and flicked on the living room light.
“Ahhhhh! Oh my God!”
And there her father sat, his dark gray trench coat soaked with raindrops.
He lounged on an armchair, his long legs crossed and his eyes hooded. The remains of a cigarette had been snuffed in an ashtray on the coffee table before him. Their eyes met, and her body instantly convulsed. Ace grabbed her, shielding her body with his own, but kept his eye on her father. Before she knew it, the man who’d brought her into the world got on his feet and raced towards Ace like a steroid driven bull.
“Nooooo!” she screamed out when her father latched onto him, and a flurry of fists danced in her vision like blurred lightening. She stumbled to the ground, hearing items falling faster than she could make heads or tails of what was happening. Both men moaned and yelled as their bodies turned into a violent ball, but soon, Ace had the upper hand and set about pummeling the older man.
