I Want You_An Erotic Short

by Kenya Wright

  “I can pack myself.”

  “Okay.” He dragged his hands away. “Then I’ll leave you alone...for now.”

  I laughed. How could I not? “For now?”

  He came up to me. “I’m your frog prince. It’s just going to take patience, therapy, and lots more kissing, but I can magically change into the man that has you all to himself.”

  “It’s not just that—”

  “I won’t accept my father as an excuse anymore.” He leaned his head to the side. “Do you have any other reasons to not give me a chance? Just some wine, conversation, and kisses.”

  “Wait a minute, you just added kisses. I never agreed to that.”

  Lust dotted his every word. “You want my lips just as bad as I need to give them to you.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Yes, it is,” he declared.

  “No.”

  “Yes.” He tilted toward me. His lips were only an inch from mine. I tensed but didn’t pull away. We stood there like that, our mouths so close my panties moistened just at the possibility of tasting his kiss again. His breath brushed against mine. Shivers ran through me.

  Fuck! He’s right. I want to kiss him. What’s wrong with me?

  “I bet you’re wet,” he whispered.

  I refused to say anything. To say no would be to lie. To say yes would be to invite another kiss.

  We were in my bedroom. The last time we’d been in here, he was half clothed, and I had a hard time looking away from those delicious strokes. The more time passed with him in here with me, the higher the probability became that I’d give in.

  “What’s on your mind?” he asked.

  “Goodnight, Adrian.”

  “No. We’re not done yet.” He drew me into his arms and consumed me. Our lips entwined to wet kisses and moist tongues lapping at each other. Sighing, he held me tighter as I groaned into his mouth. The space around me dimmed into nothing, but us. Only murmurs and whispers of pleasure swirled around my ears.

  I gave up.

  My body burst into overdrive, so many thoughts twisted in my head like those crazy tornados from Wizard of Oz.

  Fuck him. No, don’t. Get out of here. Stay. God, he feels so good. No. This is wrong. Yes. God, yes. Take me. Let me go.

  Back and forth my body battled with my brain. Every one of my cells burned with need. Downstairs, Adrian had lit a flame in my core. Upstairs, he unleashed an inferno, and there was no escape. No relief. My whole body heated. I had to have him.

  Still devouring my mouth, he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I should’ve stopped us. Instead, I rubbed my hungry pussy into him, unable to help myself. I needed him, craved his touch, if only just for one night.

  It had to be for one night.

  I’ll deal with all the consequences tomorrow.

  And so I pushed away all my fears and logic, swept it all up and tossed it away so deep within my head that I’d need a key to get them out in the morning. I let myself forget about how immoral it was because I wanted him so bad that if it were wrong, I would wear the villain’s crown.

  He carried us over to my bed and lay me down. “I want to taste you.”

  My nipples hardened at the thought. “Then taste me.”

  “Turn around and get on all fours...Mommy.”

  “Mommy?” I remained where I was and grinned. “Are you trying to get me out of the mood?”

  A low chuckle escaped from his mouth as he leaned my way and flipped me around. “No.” He gently pulled me up until I balanced on my hands and knees. “I’m just trying to be a good boy.” Lifting my dress up, he tore my panties away. “What do you think good boys do, Carmen?”

  Bent over and exposed to him, cool wind brushed against my moist lips. I gripped the bed sheets. Anticipation surged through me. So electric. My nerves flared with life.

  “Carmen?” He made the bed shift behind me as he moved his face to the same level as my perched up bottom. “Do you know what good boys do?”

  “No, but I’m hoping to find out.”

  “Good boys always eat everything on their plate.” He buried his face into my pussy.

  “Oh!” I curled my toes. Sensations throbbed right where he lapped and sucked, flicking his tongue against my opening and massaging his two thick fingers on my clit.

  “Oh, such a good boy.” My arms shook as I tried to keep myself up. “Oh, Adrian. Yes!”

  Slurping sounds ensued. He did his job like an overachieving employee hoping every day to work hard enough to move into the big office with the perfect view. He excelled. That mouth and tongue assaulted the sensitive flesh between my thighs.

  I backed up into his face, unable to restrain myself. “Oh, such a good boy.”

  He sucked on my clit, delivering delicate massages. With both hands, he palmed my ass and squeezed.

  My ass was the body part I was most proud of. I knew that men loved it just as much as me. So when he released my cheeks, I shook them for him like a stripper in a nightclub, hoping to get a few extra dollars. Something incomprehensible left his lips.

  I whispered. “What was that, little one?”

  Unzipping sounded. “I’m going to stuff you with all of me until you can’t write anything else but long stories about me and my cock.”

  Fabric rustled.

  “God, you’re such a good boy.” Biting my lip, I closed my eyes, ready for the second when the tip would greet my opening. I was wet, dripping. I widened my thighs some more, turned my head to the side, and gazed at my mirror’s view of us.

  On the bed, Adrian was on his knees behind me with his shirt off. My bedroom light glowed against us. Lovely tan skin stretched over his gifted frame. My mouth drooled. Not one mark existed on his flesh. I could spend all night nibbling him.

  His pants lay crumpled and pulled down his thighs. Yummy. His thick cock jutted out from that torso of chiseled muscle and youth.

  Clasping his hands around his cock, he looked at the mirror and spotted me watching him. “Do you like it, Mommy?”

  I licked my lips. “You’re not to call me that.”

  “Women scream out Daddy all the time when they’re getting fucked.”

  “And?”

  “I like some gender equality in my dirty talk.”

  “It sounds odd.”

  “Odd?” He circled my clit with the tip of his cock. I shuddered and leaned against him, my legs wobbling under me. “How’s it odd, Mommy?”

  I reached back and hit his thigh. “Stop it.”

  “Why odd?” He traced his cock around my wet lips.

  I hummed in pleasure. “Well, maybe it’s not odd. It’s more... dirty.”

  He entered me and paused with barely an inch of him inside of me. “I like to be dirty, Mommy.”

  “Then shush and stuff me like you said you would.”

  “No, I want you to beg.”

  I pushed back into me, trying to get another inch of that awesome cock. “You’re not being a good boy.”

  “No, I’m being a dirty boy, right now.” He thrust inside of me and groaned so loud I could’ve sworn the walls rattled around us. “Oh Mommy, I’ll never let you go. Never.”

  The term of endearment should’ve creeped me out. Instead, wicked vibrations roused the twisted side of me.

  “Aww.” I stared at him in the mirror as he inch by inch pulled his length away. “You want me to be your nasty little mommy, huh?”

  “Oh yes, and if you do, I’ll be such a good boy.”

  Grinning, I whispered, “Raise your hands.”

  “What?”

  “Raise your hands, little one.”

  With just the tip of his dick inside of me, he lifted his arms up in the air. “Yes, Mommy.”

  “Good job listening. Now feel free to enjoy the ride.” I pushed all the way into his cock, expanding my tight, wet flesh around him.

  A dark growl fled his opened mouth. “Carmen.”

  “What’s that?” I leaned forward and then thru
st back into him again, filling my whole body with his cock. “I thought I was your dirty little mommy?”

  “You’re all of that and more.” He pushed into me.

  “No. Don’t move.”

  He froze and fisted his hands above his head. “Please.”

  “No, baby.” I rocked into him in a steady rhythm, letting my pussy swallow his cock up and then release it back into the world dripping all over with my arousal. “I need to teach you an important lesson about fucking older women.”

  “Oh teach me, please.” He grasped his bottom lip with his teeth and looked as if he was gnawing on it for dear life. “Damn you, Carmen! Oh baby, let me push just a little bit.”

  I continued to watch him in the mirror. “You were dreaming about this pussy. Weren’t you?”

  His voice was a low groan. “Yes.”

  “You’ve been a good boy. Now you don’t have to dream anymore.” Making my ass jiggle, I slammed into him hard over and over.

  “Carmen. Carmen.” His lip biting shifted to loud grunts.

  “Take it like a good boy, baby.” My jiggling breasts swung back and forth, hard nipples rubbing against crimson red silk sheets.

  My wet arousal dripped down my thighs. The warm flesh between my legs knew no pleasure until that very instance of him and me. The bed shook. His scent rose in the air—designer cologne mingled with youthful man, so clean I felt so dirty, so hot; I barely kept from exploding into bits. Although his arms stayed above his head, they shook, exposing how lost he was in me.

  I murmured, “Is it as good as you dreamed it would be?”

  “Even better, so much better.” He let his head fall back as he groaned like some magical beast ruled by the moon and forced to howl at that full glowing object in the sky.

  “Yes! ” He whined my name as I brought him to eruption. I grasped the sheets. Violent waves shook my body and rattled my limbs. I was close to detonating all on my own.

  “Touch me,” I begged.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled, clamped his hands on my hips, and rammed into me like a madman. His cock pounded. Wetness slapped against skin. The bed’s post slammed into the wall. I knew the whole staff probably heard us.

  Fuck them and Nick. This is the best dick I’ve had in a long time. I’m going to enjoy it.

  Shocked, I watched him in the mirror, transfixed and close to tipping over into a major orgasm.

  “I’m so damn close to painting you with me.” Still stroking with precision, he reached his hand around my hips, clasped onto my clit, and caressed that needy bud. “But I’ll be a good boy and wait for you to come all over my cock.”

  “Oh!” I fell over.

  My head smashed into the pillows. I didn’t care and kept my ass in the air as he pounded his cock and gently twisted my clit with his fingers. The sensations waving through me wouldn’t let me lift up to my hands. I just had to take it, and I loved every second.

  “Adrian!”

  That was all I remembered. I vibrated after that as my orgasm rose—wave by lovely wave, shudder mounting on top of heated shudder. My teeth rattled against each other.

  He groaned, thrust harder into me, and shaped my flesh into his cock. “Oh yes. See. I’m such a good boy.”

  Closing my eyes, my body trembled, and I think I came again, or something even fiercer happened. My senses came alive. Adrian was deeper inside of me, but I wasn’t talking about his cock.

  This man seeped into my core somehow.

  Had I left the back door of my mind open for some unsuspecting person to sneak in? Why did this seem like more than sex? If I broke this moment down to the bare bones, then we’d just caressed each other’s body parts, nothing more.

  But that was lie.

  This instance represented more. We’d already merged our minds—all those nights of wine-drenched flirting by the fireplace and mornings of self-disclosing chatter. Our words and thoughts bridged this bond between us. We were electric each time we were in the other’s presence. I’d tried to pass it up as some simple fascination with this remarkable man.

  I could have passed it all up.

  But then I had to fuck him.

  “Carmen!” He wrenched his cock out of me. I opened my eyes and watched the beauty of him.

  “Oh, Carmen.” He stroked his cock at rapid speed. Semen spurt out of his fat tip, spraying my ass with warm, white liquid.

  “Oh, you’re so nasty.” I gripped the sheets harder, knowing I’d go another round with him if he craved it.

  Even worse, he can talk me into sex any other time too. Damn him.

  Chapter 8

  Mother, May I?

  Adrian

  In my dreams, we danced all night long.

  Gems of all colors dangled from Carmen’s dress. When she swayed, they clinked together and made the sweetest song. When I spun her around, the dress chimed into the wind.

  Blood red roses surrounded the room and spread their perfume into the space. Candles sparkled between them, spreading a dim light throughout this empty ballroom where our shadows danced on the high walls.

  Music played, but I couldn’t figure out what type. In one minute, violins swooned. In the next, an electric guitar blared.

  We laughed and swirled around the room. Our bodies spiraled over and over, reminding me of those twisting teacups at Disney. I’d loved them so; every time Mom took me.

  Turning and turning, we were giddy with each other. Lost in the moment of us. Our lips collided into a wet feast. Our fingers slipped against flesh.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  Carmen rested her head on my chest. “I love you too.”

  “Aww.” I tightened my hold on her, scared that she’d run away. “Finally, you tell me this? It took all of this time for you to admit it.”

  “I didn’t know either.”

  I ran my fingers through her hair. “But now that you know, what will we do?”

  “Well, you still have issues. We can’t forget that.”

  “Issues?” I stopped our dancing and leaned back to get a look at her. “What issues do I have?”

  “You know.” She pulled away from me. With each inch of her leaning back, her skin lightened from brown to pale white. The contours of her face reshaped. Her hair transformed from thick curls to silky strands. The color changed to my own color.

  I held breath, understanding what was happening. “No. Please, just give me this one dream. Please.”

  “But then how will we address your issues?” My mom stared back at me, wearing Carmen’s dress. “You were always such a good boy.”

  I closed my eyes and screamed.

  I woke up right in time to hear a door slam closed and stomping head to the bed where Carmen and I lay, entwined in each other’s arms.

  “Get up!” A man’s loud voice shook me out of my slumber. “I can’t believe this!”

  Shit! Is that Dad?

  Rubbing my eyes, I let go of Carmen’s nude and now shivering body. “Calm down, Dad.”

  A splotchy red tinted his skin. Bags hung under his eyes. His clothes were wrinkled. He probably hadn’t slept all night. His fast-lane life was catching up with him. One day, he’d have to face the reality. He’d have to learn how to grow up.

  “Calm down?” Dad stumbled over to my side. “You know our rules. Never in my bed. You fuck them? Fine. Just not where I sleep. I give you one rule and you break it. One damn rule.”

  I had no idea when Carmen woke up, but she shrieked and jumped up. I tried to reach for her, and she shook her head and got away from my hands.

  Damn you, Dad. Why did you have to come back this morning of all mornings?

  Carmen put her back to me as she yanked the covers up to her shoulders and slipped out of bed, dragging them with her.

  “Oh don’t try to cover up now, honey,” Dad spit those words out and then turned back to me. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to fuck in Daddy’s bed, right?”

  “Dad—”

  “W
hat does he mean?” Carmen grabbed my attention with her question, but I couldn’t look at her. I wasn’t sure how much she’d heard about Dad and me. We shared many women in the past. Some of them left penniless and full of resentment, spreading the word about our deviant adventures. Dad laughed.

  “You think you’re the first one to suck me and my son’s dick?”

  Carmen glared at me. “Apparently, not.”

  “Aww, she wanted to be special.” Dad pouted and mimicked a baby whining. “Poor Carmen. Nobody will ever love her.”

  “Enough, Dad.” I jumped and cupped my dick. “Carmen, let me explain. I’ve had sex with a few of his women, but it wasn’t anything like what we did.”

  Dad laughed. “Why are you explaining yourself to this black bitch?”

  Rage coursed my veins. “Don’t call her that.”

  “Fuck you, Nick!” she screamed.

  “Oh, fuck me?” Dad touched his chest and swayed a little off balance. “What? Am I next?”

  “You wish you were next, old man,” she spit the words back at him.

  He pointed his finger at her. “I give you a ring and move you into my house, and you do the same thing that all of them do, run off to the younger version of Nick—”

  “I didn’t run to him.” Carmen wrapped the blanket around her as if she was preparing for battle. “He came to me willingly, unlike you who has barely come home since I moved in, so spare me your sob story.”

  “You’re all the same. Greedy little sluts. I figured you’d be different.”

  She tossed him an evil gaze. “Why, cause I was a black bitch?”

  “Exactly,” he growled. “I heard black bitches are more grateful.”

  I charged for him, jumped out of the bed with closed fist and dove for his old body. We crashed to floor. I pounded in him.

  “Call her that again!” I punched him in the face. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth. I don’t know how long I beat him. Too long. He’d stopped fighting back after the first punch. Carmen’s screams filled the air. Servants rushed in and pulled me off of him.

  Blood covered Dad’s face. Still on the ground, he rolled from side to side, groaning. “Jesus, what is wrong with you?”

  I excused the two servants. “That’s the last time you call her that.”