Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE)

by St. Claire, Jean

  In the background, the sounds of his two children could be heard while they excitedly played a video game together in the living room, having not a care or a clue where their daddy or their babysitter was at.

  Maria took his big black dick all the way down to the back of her throat, her tongue lapping at his ball sack like a hungry kitten licking up milk when she reached the end of the shaft.

  Davonte was impressed. The young Hispanic babysitter could take dick like no other. Davonte's wife couldn't even get it down half-way past the shaft without gagging, which was a damn shame.

  Groaning with intense pleasure, feeling his throbbing head hit the back of her throat, Davonte whispered hoarsely, "I'm gonna bust a nut soon if you keep doin that shit."

  Down on her knees, Maria looked up at him, her brown eyes blazing with the challenge. She began picking up speed, her head bobbing back and forth along his shaft. Each time she went down, she took his dick all the way until his balls slapped against her chin.

  She continued this for a moment, appearing to enjoy the beating his nuts were giving her as she gobbled down his thick cock with long streams of spit hanging out of the side of her mouth. Then, with delicate care, she took his balls in one hand and began massaging them while stroking his shaft with the other hand as she continued to suck and slurp.

  A fire began to slowly burn the insides of Davonte's stomach, making him feel weak in the knees.

  The bitch knew she was trying him...but it felt so damn good.

  Faster and faster she went, and all the while, she continued to look up into his eyes with that same challenge, daring him to hold back against her relentless onslaught.

  The slurping sounds in his ears, her expert stroking and sucking, and her direct, penetrating gaze was becoming too much for the young man to take as the fire within his stomach roiled into a raging inferno.

  He could feel his dick rapidly swelling to its maximum hardness accompanied by prickling sensations all over his skin.

  He was a goner.

  "Motha fucka!" he half-yelled, his seed blasting into Maria's mouth like a powerful jet stream, his toes curling towards the ceiling while his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

  Not cum shy, Maria went all the way down on his shaft as his dick continued to contract inside her mouth, discharging thick, creamy shots down her throat. Small choking sounds escaped Maria's lips while she struggled to keep his tangy load down, but the bitch was stubborn, and wasn't about to let any of his juice go to waste.

  Throwing his head back, Davonte shuddered, enjoying the incredible release. When it was all over, he let out a contented sigh, falling back onto the bed and causing it to creak loudly. "Damn gurl...you good as hell at that shit."

  Grimacing and letting out a loud hiccup, Maria wiped at her mouth and climbed to her feet, plopping down beside Davonte on the king-sized bed. The girl looked like she lamented the fact that the fun was over as she watched his fat dick shrink.

  Damn, she was cock hungry.

  Davonte's wife sure in the hell wasn't, though. Every time he asked her to give him head, she acted as if it was so disgusting or like she couldn't be bothered. It hadn't always been that way though, just lately.

  Becoming a working woman had changed her.

  "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," Maria said with her faint Hispanic accent. She pulled up her tank top and bra over her medium-sized titties. They had been pulled down by Davonte so he could fondle them while she was on her knees. "I hope that means you'll pay me extra." She gave him a gentle slap on his boxers, dangerously close to his drained balls.

  "Girl, don't even trip," Davonte assured her, "you deserve a double raise with how you swallow a dick, God damn."

  Maria's next words were cut off by the sound of the garage door being remotely opened.

  "Shit!" Davonte cursed, jumping out of the bed like black lightning. "What the fuck is her ass doing home at this time?"

  But there was no time to figure that out.

  His eyes darting around the room, he hastily stuffed his half-limp dick back into his boxers, pulling the exit slit together. Then he rushed over and picked up his jeans off the bedroom floor, urgently telling Maria while he stumbled into them, "Get yo ass out there with them damn kids quick!"

  Chapter 3

  Keisha climbed out of her black Lexus with two bags filled with hot food from Wendy's, her stomach growling at the delicious smell. On her way back home she had stopped to get burgers and fries for herself, her kids and her babysitter Maria. She had no clue if they had eaten yet, but if they hadn't, they would be in for a treat.

  But she was puzzled.

  Her husband's car had been positioned inside their garage lopsided, forcing her to park her car out in their driveway. When she had gotten up that morning for work, she could have sworn Davonte had left off to his job, saying he'd be back at five-thirty. As far as she knew, he did not come home from lunch breaks.

  Maybe he's sick and taking the rest of the day out, she thought with a shrug. It had happened before in the past.

  "Hey Keisha!"

  Turning her head, her eyes took in her nosy neighbor Holly White, who was holding a water hose, watering down her lush, green yard. Dressed in white jeans and a blue top, the blonde woman looked like the typical soccer mom with a fake sun tan.

  Living in Mayberry, an affluent suburb on the good side of Chicago that was made up of the well-to-do or wealthy, Keisha and Davonte had mostly white neighbors. Every house on the block was two-story houses, including the Johnson's.

  But the White home had many add-ons, with a large backyard, a lavish pool and mini playground.

  Holly was married to a CEO of a tire company and did not work, staying at home all day to watch her young children. That meant she had all the time in the world to watch the neighborhood and get the low down on all the going ons.

  Now having quit her job and with her husband's salary being increased, maybe Keisha would get to do the same thing, sit at home all day and enjoy her children, instead of paying a babysitter-maid to watch them.

  The thought made her feel fuzzy inside.

  "Hey there Mrs. White," Keisha replied politely, making sure her voice sounded extra proper.

  "What are you doing home at this time?" the nosy woman asked, watering some roses on the outskirts of her yard, eyeing Keisha's Wendy bags. "Stopping in for lunch?"

  None of your damn business, Keisha thought.

  But despite her annoyance at the woman's nosiness, Keisha felt extra talkative for a change. She was happy. She was free.

  A smile spreading across her face, Keisha proclaimed proudly, "I quit my job."

  Keisha would have thought she had just said 'that she robbed a bank' with the way Holly's oompa-loompa tanned face turned white.

  "What? Why?" the woman asked after a moment of being frozen.

  Keisha shrugged her shoulders, repositioning the bags of food in her arms. "I was tired of working there, added on to the disrespect by the students and the faculty members."

  Not to mention Demarion's old, nasty ass.

  "Well, working on the south side I can understand that," Holly said after a moment. "Your people aren't too big on proper manners... or respect."

  My people? Bitch please.

  But Keisha wasn't about to let Holly's ignorance bother her. The bitch was mad that Keisha wouldn't be going to work and that was good enough. Though, why she was bothered in the first place, Keisha had no idea.

  She could even remember how the Whites had reacted with their over the top anxiety when the Johnsons first moved in next to them. Their reaction would have been absolutely hilarious if it wasn't so damn pathetic.

  Luckily for Keisha and her husband, the Whites had eventually warmed to them after they saw the two were a hard working couple. That's not to say Keisha actually gave a damn what the two thought, she would have just preferred to keep the peace.

  Seeking to change the subject so that she would not have to jump over into the Whi
te's lawn and slap a bitch, Keisha asked, "Did you see when Davonte came back in?"

  The woman's tan-worn face creased into a frown while she thought about it and then she shook her head. "I don't know. I just put the kids to bed for a little nap not too long ago." Then she refocused her gaze on Keisha's face, her expression serious. "But you are going to get another job aren't you?" It was sad how much hope was in the woman's voice.

  Bitch, why you worried about it?

  Smiling sweetly, Keisha replied, "I don't know. Maybe I'll sit at home and relax for a little bit, spend time with my babies."

  The look of panic that crossed Holly's face almost sent Keisha off into gales of laughter.

  Before the woman could say anything else, Keisha quickly blurted, "Anyway I got to go inside before my food gets cold. Talk to you later." Then she turned her back on the woman, leaving Holly staring off into space.

  It was an effort to get her key through the door with the bags in her hands, but once she was inside, she was greeted by a happy yell from one of her boys.

  Her two boys sat in front of the Johnson's large sixty-inch flat screen in the center of the artsy, decorated living room, playing a video game while their babysitter, Maria, lazily lounged on the couch behind them, off into some Mexican fashion magazine.

  The young woman was dressed in hoochie shirts and a short tank top. Keisha thought this was odd and kind of inappropriate, but it was kind of hot out so she could understand.

  Smiling widely with happiness, Keisha sang, "My babies!"

  "Momma you got food!"

  Her sons, Jamal and Lamar, both five and four, ran excitedly over, clamoring for some of that good ol Wendy's. Lamar looked just like his mamma, while Jamal looked exactly like his daddy.

  At the insistence of their father, the boys were skipping pre-school and kindergarten. Jamal would be entering first grade after summer and Lamar would be following suit next year.

  While Keisha had initially resisted this decision, Davonte had insisted that the babysitter could teach them the basics of that 'Mickey Mouse shit' and spare them a few extra dollars of having to pay for a babysitter and childcare. Eventually, Keisha had relented. Davonte was the man of the house, after all, and arguing would not have helped their budding relationship one bit.

  But after today, they would not need Maria's services anymore.

  "Go over to the table and get ready to eat," Keisha told her boys. She watched them run obediently over to the table, and then she turned to Maria and said, "I got you a burger and fries too."

  The Mexican girl looked up from her magazine and glanced once at the bags of food in Keisha's arms, a sickly expression crossing her face. "I don't want it," she declined. "I feel like I'm going to throw up."

  "Oh, okay then," said Keisha. The poor girl did look kind of green-looking. Then she looked around the living room with curiosity. "Where is Davonte?"

  As if on cue, Keisha heard a cough coming from the hallway. Davonte was walking out of their guest bedroom, looking like he'd just woken up. He had on blue jeans and a white t-shirt pulled tight over his well-defined abs.

  She did not know why, but he looked so sexy to her in that moment with his light, caramel skin, curly hair, and hazel-green eyes. For months now, she had been spurring his advances, not feeling in the mood for anything because of the stress of her job.

  But now that she was free of that nightmare, maybe she would finally get to enjoy her husband like she deserved to...like she had used to.

  Maybe this was meant to happen.

  "Hey baby," Keisha greeted him, turning to go over to the kitchen table with the food.

  At their black, marble table she began setting out the burgers and fries in front of her children who began to greedily dig in the moment the food touched down. Now that Maria wasn't going to eat her portion, she could let Davonte have it.

  Coming up to the kitchen doorway, Davonte casually leaned up against the wall, asking, "What you doing home this early, gurl?" Even his deep voice sounded sexy today.

  Tossing a glance his way while she took out the last burger, she replied, "I could ask you the same thing...and I don't know why you parked your car in the garage all crazy like that. I was forced to park in the driveway."

  "I'll move it in just a minute," Davonte said, glancing behind him into the living room. "And I'm home because I started feeling sick, like I was coming down with a cold." Putting his hand over his mouth, he let out several loud coughs.

  Keisha sat down in the seat across from Jamal, scratching at her bra through her blouse. "I figured as much." For some reason Davonte's cough did not sound too sickly. He must have just started coughing. "Come sit down beside me, baby, and eat. I got some burger and fries from Wendy's for you."

  Davonte hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting next to his wife.

  Keisha quickly snatched the wrapper from around her juicy burger and took a big bite, letting out a groan of satisfaction. She was so damn hungry.

  Davonte picked up a few salty fries and munched on them, his face looking distant.

  Setting down her scrumptious burger, Keisha touched her man's arm. He was burning hot to the touch. Maybe he had a fever. "What's wrong baby?" she asked when she'd chewed down the chunk of the burger she had bitten into.

  Gazing at her with his gorgeous eyes, he shrugged. "Nothing."

  She leaned over and pressed her lips against his cheek, his freshly grown stubble burning her skin. He hadn't shaved that morning for work, which was something he usually did every morning. "Everything is going to be alright."

  Seeming to notice her good mood for the first time, Davonte's expression brightened. "You ain't acted like this in a while. You must have some good news to tell me."

  Looking at her children with a sly smile, Keisha nodded coyly.

  "Damn gurl," Davonte said with a chuckle, "you getting me all excited and shit. Hurry up and lay it on me."

  Keisha took another bite out of her burger, raising a manicured finger to stay Davonte's impatience. When she could finally talk, she craned her neck to look over into the living room and said loudly, "Maria you can go home now. We won't need you for the rest of the day."

  Or ever again, Keisha thought.

  She really had nothing against the girl, but since she'd be staying home for a while there was no use employing her.

  There was a pause before Maria jumped up from the couch, holding her stomach. "Okay Mrs. Johnson." The girl slowly went over to the living room table and grabbed her car keys. "Bye y'all, Lamar, Jamal and Davon—Mr. Johnson."

  "Bye Maria," her boys and her man said in unison.

  Keisha almost laughed at how cute they all sounded.

  A moment later, the front door opened and closed.

  "Now can you tell me?" Davonte pressed.

  Keisha nodded. "I had to wait until she was gone."

  Bafflement crossed over Davonte's face. "Why?"

  "Because we won't need her no more."

  Davonte only grew more confused. "Why the hell not?"

  Sucking in a deep breath, Keisha proudly announced, "I quit my job today. That's why I am home early."

  If she thought Davonte was going to jump up from his seat and whoop for joy she was sadly mistaken.

  In fact, the nigga looked like he had been struck in the back by the crack of a slave whip.

  Smiling anxiously, Keisha added, "I'll be home all the time now and can watch the kids, tutor them and...we will have more time for...you know." She winked at him nervously, not liking how he was staring at her.

  But he continued to stare at her as if she had lost her damn mind. After a moment he quietly said, "Keisha...please tell me you just playin."

  Keisha returned his stare, unsure as to why he was acting that way.

  "You just playin right?" There was panic in his eyes. "Tell me you just fuckin with me."

  Her heart beginning to race in her chest, Keisha slowly shook her head. "The boys will be totally prepared for any
kind of math too, since I'll be teaching them, not someone who doesn't know common timetables."

  Davonte's green eyes widened with disbelief. "You really ain't playing!"

  "I don't know what the problem is, baby," Keisha objected. "You said you were getting a major raise."

  Davonte slammed his fist against the table, startling the boys and sending several French fries flying about. "Gurl, what the fuck is wrong with you? I said I was getting a raise, not that I had one yet!"

  "But you said it was all but certain," Keisha reminded him with a worried glance at their children. "And that I could probably quit my stressful job because you'd be making more than enough to take care of all of us."

  Davonte grabbed at his curly hair, moaning with despair. Then he jumped to his feet, almost knocking his chair over and began pacing around the kitchen, looking as if he wanted to break something. "Even if that were true, you just don't go up quitting your job like that out of the blue. The fuck was yo ass thinking? We got a damn expensive ass mortgage, car notes, a babysitter, and a host of other bills on our back!"

  Keisha was starting to get mad now. He was the one who had went around bragging about how much money he was making all the damn time which had only gotten worse when he started the talk about a raise. "Look nigga, you go work day in and day out and get disrespected by bad ass kids and have to deal with nasty gossip behind your back by people who should be professional, but are nothing but low-down, gutter tramps and then report back to me about how you feel!

  Davonte paused in his pacing to glare at her. "If yo ass didn't want to be a teacher, then why the fuck you go to school for it then?"

  "Cause I wanted to make a difference Davonte!"

  "This don't make no God damn sense," he groaned, shaking his head.

  Across the table, her two boys were frozen like statues, staring at their arguing parents, French fries hanging out the sides of their mouths.

  Davonte crossed over to Keisha's side, towering over her like the grim reaper. "What you gone do, is go back to that motha fuckin school and ask for your job back," he growled threateningly at her. "You ain't bout to have us getting evicted off White People Lane. I can hear the bullshit that they'd be talkin' now." Davonte cleared his throat, mimicking a white person's voice. "See, I knew those niggers were on welfare.”