Crave: A BWWM Romance

by Sadie Black

  “Then do it!”

  “I will.”

  At that moment, I took her by both shoulders and pulled her forward to meet my lips. It was crazy, but I knew that if I didn’t kiss her, I was going to explode. When I came to my senses, I prepared to pull away and be slapped, deservedly so. Instead, her lips parted, and her tongue clashed furiously with mine. That kiss became the hottest, angriest kiss I had ever experienced. I thought, for an insane moment, that Moneka was going to eat me alive.

  As our tongues continued to lock with one another, I could feel her hands moved down toward my belt and start working at it. She was a woman on a mission. Overcome by the moment, I ran my hands up her back and started tackling her bra hooks with equal vigor. My clumsy fingers fumbled at the strap in their eagerness to see the bra gone and those beautiful brown breasts laid bare.

  Eventually, Moneka broke the kiss and came up for air. I continued down the side of her neck, pelting her with quick enthusiastic kisses. She just laid her head against mine and gasped, her heavy breathing sounded raspy against my ear. By now, she had torn off my belt and undone the buttons on my jeans. I had finally snapped open her bra and was running my hands up her back, pressing her closer to me and enjoying the smoothness of her skin.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked her, making a mental note to kick myself later for trying to bring her to her senses.

  “What’s the matter?” Moneka plunged her hand down the front of my pants, stroking my cock. “You don’t want this?” The message she was sending was loud and clear.

  “Oh I definitely want this.” I said as I moved my hands around to her front, pushed the undone bra out of the way, and started teasing her breasts with my hands. Every moan she made, as my thumbs taunted her nipples, made me harder.

  “This’ll be the last time though.” Her breath was raspy, as she dropped my pants and boxers to the floor.

  “Well then,” I responded, “we better make it count.” I pulled her shirt off. The bra soon followed, dropping to the floor by my pants.

  “Well alright then.” She laughed and grabbed me.

  She moved us in a circle, maneuvering me in front of her mom’s couch, which was still strapped down in the back of the van. She then quickly started tearing off the rest of her clothes. I did the same, lifting my shirt easily over my head. Soon, we were both standing, perfectly naked, our clothes piled at our feet.

  “To think,” she cooed as she rubbed my bare chest delicately with her hands. “I wasn’t going to see this gorgeous body again.” She looked me dead in the eye. “Here’s to making it count.”

  The next thing I knew, I had been pushed backwards onto the couch with a stunning woman straddling me. I became acutely aware of our nakedness. My rock-hard cock throbbed at her eager entrance. She didn’t slip it inside though. She just pushed against me, forcing my shoulders back against the couch. She started kissing me again, both hands against my shoulders, while she worked her hips in a way that can only be described as pure torture. I throbbed as she lifted and dropped her hips, bringing them wonderfully close and then pulling away.

  Getting tired of being toyed with, I fought off the pressure of her wrists against my shoulders and grabbed her hips with both hands. She immediately got the message and we connected with one glorious motion. I slipped in like a knife through butter. She felt like butter too, hot and slick.

  With her knees on either side of me and her arms using the back of the couch as support, she began rising and falling on my dick. She went slowly at first, rising up high, pausing, and falling back down on my dick with a gasp from both of us.

  “If I recall, you like it rough,” she teased.

  “What can I say?” I moaned as she fell back down on my cock and began working on a slow rhythm. “When I want something, I don’t hesitate.”

  “Well it’s my turn to punish you now.”

  Moneka grinned as she continued her slow rhythm. The building that I could feel in my body was painfully slow. It almost made me furious. All I wanted to do was grab her and fuck her as hard as I could. Instead, I reached my hands up and started fondling her nipples again, hoping to get her to the point where she couldn’t wait. Leaning my face forward, I caught her nipple in my mouth and began to suck. Happily, I flicked my tongue back and forth, enjoying the hardness of it. I had her other nipple firmly planted in one hand, rubbing it with all of my pent up enthusiasm.

  That’s when it started happening. I suddenly felt the muscles in her pussy contract and expand. A rush of wet warmth dripped down onto my cock. In the meantime, she was moaning and sighing into the air. She had stopped rising and falling at this point. She just sat there, coming on top of me. The stillness of our motion allowed me to feel every bit of it. Every spasm echoed onto my dick, making it harder, bringing me closer to my own arrival.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. This amazing, beautiful, smoking hot chick was draped over me, sweaty and moaning with pleasure. If I didn’t take her now, the way I wanted to, I was going to explode. I grabbed her hips and lifted them into the air. Keeping a firm hand on either side, I brought them down again on my dick. I heard her cry out.

  “You ok?” I was momentarily concerned.

  “Yes. God yes. It’s just so sensitive after I come.”

  “Good. Then you’ll enjoy this.”

  Keeping my hands on her hips, I started moving them up and down at a strenuous pace. I could hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together almost as well as I could hear her cries, muffled against the back of the couch. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long. Already, I could feel myself getting close. Briefly, I thought about holding back and trying to drag it out. But I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Fuck yes.” I grunted as I fucked her harder and harder, approaching my climax like a climber approaches the summit of a mountain. If this were a mountain though, it was Mount Everest and I was getting the workout of a lifetime.

  “Oh God.” I could hear her cry into the couch.

  Maybe it was the enthusiasm with which I was fucking her and maybe it was her exclamations, but right about then I started to burst with pleasure. I felt my cum shoot up inside her in waves. I buried my mouth against her shoulder, trying to contain myself, but I let out an audible groan as I finished.

  We both sat there for a moment, slouched against the couch, overcome with exhaustion. Eventually, Moneka climbed off and stood to dress herself. She took care to smooth the wrinkles from her clothing and taking care to adjust her beautiful auburn hair. I sat for a while longer, admiring her as she moved.

  Her figure was beautifully proportioned. Every curve from the bend in her breasts to the smooth line that led from her belly to her hips looked sculpted. I imagined a artist working with meticulous precision, trying to create something half as beautiful as she was.

  “Our parents are going to be wondering where we are.” She didn’t look at me as she said it. She just adjusted her shirt over her jeans.

  “Right.” I broke with my imagination and began putting on my own clothes. I felt somewhat hurt that Moneka didn’t bother to sneak a single peak at me as I pulled on my jeans or fastened my belt.

  Once we were both dressed, we scanned the area briefly for evidence of sex. When we were satisfied that no one would know what we were up to, Moneka started back in on the boxes.

  I hated how she could switch gears so easily and just pretend that nothing happened. I eyed her as she lifted a larger box with a grunt and started toward the opening. Somewhere in there, she was thinking about me. She had to be. She was wondering as well as I was if there would be another reprisal of our new favorite activity.

  “Cole.” She stopped and put down the box. “I can see you staring at me.”

  “Your point?”

  “We said it before we had sex and I’m going to say it again: That was the last time. Please don’t drag this out. Let’s just forget about it.”

  Closing my eyes briefly, I tried to frame every m
oment of what we had just done. If she didn’t want any more of me, fine. But that was some of the hottest sex I’d ever had and I wasn’t about to let it fade from memory. I think it was easy for me to agree mostly because, somehow, I knew this wasn’t over. I just needed to be patient and let her figure that out on her own.

  11

  MONEKA

  In the days leading up to the grand opening, barely anyone missed an opportunity to tell me how stressful it would be. That’s all I managed to hear for four straight days. “Make sure you’ve prepared for every eventuality,” Kaila advised, ever the lawyer. “Definitely order extra of everything,” Sonia implored as she panicked over the state of her bar. “Have you thought about what you’ll do if too many people show up? What if no one shows up at all?” My mother was definitely the most helpful, spewing “what if” scenarios like they were as necessary as breathing. By the time Friday rolled around and the grand opening was upon us, I felt like a ship taking on water, weighted down by the fears and speculations of everyone else.

  I woke up this morning with a burning pit in my stomach. All of the stresses of the past few days had mixed together in my gut and now they were boiling like a stew. I thought I was going to be sick. I would definitely be sick. I wouldn’t be able to go to the restaurant, we wouldn’t open, and I’d be able to avoid this madness for one more day. As I lay in bed, I did the math, figuring out what it would cost me to delay for a single day. Too much.

  After pulling myself together and taking a shower, I opened my closet to find the outfit that I’d set aside months ago for this very occasion. At the time, I thought it would make me look smart and professional. However, as I looked the pantsuit up and down, I couldn’t help thinking that it looked a bit ridiculous. Pants suits were not generally my thing. As I slipped the charcoal gray vest on over my light blue blouse, I felt like I was being smothered. This was not the attire of a chef. When I worked a kitchen, I preferred to be neat and comfortable. This was, however, the attire of a restaurant owner, a role I was going to need to learn to fill. I eyed the dark blue heels my mom had been trying to push and tossed them in favor of a pair of black flats. My feet could still be a little comfortable even if the rest of me couldn’t.

  When I arrived at the restaurant at eight o’clock, my mother and Sonia were already there. So too were a few of Cole’s workmen, making some last minute adjustments in the kitchen. Mom and Sonia had worked together to get the tables set and ready. They also got the bar and kitchen organized. Looking around, I could finally see it, what we’d been building. The place looked pristine. Each table was beautifully laid out, each surface cleanly polished, and each light lowered to the perfect orange glow. I closed my eyes briefly, testing the restaurant, daring it to disappear and be replaced by something hideous. When I opened them again, it was still there, the spell unbroken. I could breath a little more easily.

  I walked over to Sonia, my second in command. “Are we on schedule to receive the new crew?”

  “Yep, everything’s prepared. They are scheduled to arrive in an hour. That will give you an hour to brief them and get everyone ready to go before we open the doors at ten.”

  “Good. Oh God, good. Ok. Does the tap work?”

  “It’s fine. I can pour you a pint if you like.” Sonia smiled sympathetically at me. My anxiety must have been painted all over my face.

  “No. Thank you.” I continued gazing around the space. “The register?” I asked in a sudden panic. “Has anyone tried it out? Are we all set up to take people’s money? It would be absurd if we came all this way and nobody could pay us!”

  “Relax, sweet-pea,” my mom chimed in. “Everything is checked and double checked and triple checked. Now, you’ve got some work to do. You haven’t settled on the specials yet for today. We’ve got nothing written on the specials board.”

  “We? Do you even work here?”

  “No. But I’m here this morning. What kind of mother would I be if I wasn’t here to witness my daughter’s suffering?”

  “Ha. Fine. Well, thank you.” I ignored the fact that she was eyeing my shoes judgmentally.

  She made a tsk sound as I passed, which I happily brushed off. I had a specials menu to decide on; I couldn’t be distracted by my mom’s obsession with “high-powered shoes for high-powered business women”.

  As I took stock of the kitchen, I tried to decide what we’d have extra of after setting aside supplies for the primary menu. I knew I wanted a soup, a salad, and pasta dish for today’s specials. I made lists of all the excess produce and started orchestrating recipes in my head. It was easier said than done and not because I can’t come up with recipes on the fly. I’d consider that a strength of mine as a chef. No, it was a challenge because every time I tried to imagine butternut squash and American cheese combining in a soup or arugula and cottage cheese combining in a salad, my thoughts drifted toward Cole Saunders.

  The entire week had been a struggle while I watched him work on repairs with his crew and saw him goofing around with Kaila or Sonia. Even when he was gone, I was reminded of him. The tables made me think of our ill-advised drinking competition. The kitchen counter reminded me of how he’d fucked me over it. The bar recalled memories of leaning back with a phone in my hand while Cole planted his head between my legs. There was no escaping Cole Saunders in this restaurant and there would be no exorcising the memory of him inside of me.

  I was vaguely aware that Francis had arrived. He’d mentioned on Monday that he would try to come by. I guessed I’d been hoping he’d forget or something. Silly me. I spied him hugging and kissing my Mom through the windows in the kitchen doors. They pulled back and gave each other long gazes. Perfect. Cole, Sr. was just as bad as his son. The two of them would romance you any way they could. Looking at him, I was struck by the physical resemblances between him and Cole. They both had powerful jawbones and light eyes. I imagined a younger Francis with Cole’s blonde locks.

  “You’re very far away aren’t you?” Sonia had entered the kitchen through the back without my even noticing.

  “Jesus.” I jumped a little at the sound of her voice.

  “Didn’t mean to scare you. I came from outside. Took the last of the recycling out.”

  “It’s ok.” I rubbed my scalp a little in a vain attempt to clear my head. “I’m just spacing out.”

  “Oh really.” Sonia gazed out the kitchen doors, attempting to see what I’d been staring at. “And what, pray tell, has you all out of sorts on the day of your big grand opening?”

  “Nothing,” I blurted too quickly. “I mean, it’s nothing. I just haven’t been getting enough sleep.”

  “Could it have something to do with a certain contractor that you never sealed the deal with? I told you you’d feel better if you’d nailed him.” Sonia sounded like a mother hen. She said this in the same tone that my own mother would use when telling me I’d feel better if I ate my vegetables.

  “It is definitely not that.”

  “Pity. You two made such a cute couple.”

  “We weren’t a couple.”

  “Ok.” Sonia gave an elaborate shrug and headed toward the pantry. She threw it open dramatically. “Now, let’s put whatever is eating you behind you and get these specials done.”

  We put our heads together, deciding on specials that were equal parts undemanding and impressive. Sonia’s presence was good motivation to focus on the task at hand. The last thing I wanted was to have to contend with her incessant remarks about how I was fantasizing about Cole Saunders. It didn’t matter that she was right. When we were very near the finish, my cell began bleating out a shrill ring from the confines of my purse.

  “Who could be calling you now?” Sonia sighed as she doodled on our specials list.

  “It’s probably Kaila explaining why she wasn’t here to help this morning,” I said as I looked to the screen and saw an alien number there. “Or not…huh…Hello?”

  “Hello. I’m calling for a Ms. Moneka Hart.”

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p; “This is she.”

  “Ms. Hart I’m afraid to inform you that your sister, Mr. Kaila Hart, suffered serious injuries in a car accident and is currently in critical condition at Massachusetts General Hospital.”

  I was sitting on the floor. I didn’t remember the act of sitting on the floor. I didn’t remember the moment that my legs turned to rubber and I folded into a pathetic mess against one of the kitchen counters. I did remember the ringing in my ears like the sirens on an emergency vehicle. Probably the same kind of vehicle that picked my sister’s broken body off the road or took her from her mangled vehicle.

  Suddenly Sonia was by my side. Had she heard me fall? Had I said something? I didn’t recall. All I knew for sure was that she was here now, her arm around me, asking me over and over again “what’s wrong?”

  “What’s wrong? What’s wrong Moneka?”

  “Miss? Miss can you hear me?”

  “Moneka? What’s going on? Who is that on the phone?”

  “Miss? Are you ok? Is there someone that can speak with us on your behalf?”

  The voices seemed to cascade down on top of me from some faraway place. I felt their constant utterances crushing me.

  “Stop it!” I snapped. Slowly coming to my senses, I covered the phone receiver and said “Sonia, just back off. Please. I need some air.”

  “Ok.” She looked hurt, but I didn’t have time to feel bad about it. She would understand soon. For now, I needed some time. Sonia moved back to the specials list. “I’ll just take these outside and give them to your mother. We’ll get started on the board.”

  My mother. Oh God, my mother! I imagined all the conversations I was about to have. The muffled sound of a woman’s voice on the other end reminded me that one conversation wasn’t finished yet.

  “I’m sorry.” I lifted the phone to my ear. “I’m sorry. I’m just…it’s just a shock.”

  “I know Ms. Hart. I’m very sorry to be delivering this news today. As I mentioned before, she’s in critical condition. The doctors are with her now...”