Violation

by Lolah Lace

  I finished what was left in the full wine bottle I had. I planted my butt far from Serena. I watched her finish the last of her bottle. Now we were drinking straight from the bottles. That can’t be good.

  “You had a really good night tonight. You had 20 points and 4 threes.”

  “It wasn’t my best but still pretty good.”

  “Why do you act like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “Cocky on the court and all modest and shy off the court.”

  “I’m not shy.”

  “Well maybe not shy but it’s like you’re a different person. You are like the cockiest dunker I’ve ever seen.” Is dunker a word? “You hang on the rim forever like you’re on the playground. The face you make when you hit the three, it’s like, look at me. I’m the King of the world.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Noah.” She tipped her head in my direction.

  I chuckled. “Okay fine I do but I can’t help it. I feel different out there on the court.”

  “Different how?”

  “Like I’m at home. Like I’m unstoppable.”

  “You’re such a cool sweet guy but on the court, you’re a monster. You are fierce. I’ve never seen that monster off the court. They dubbed you No-Hart and Hart-less for a reason.”

  How did she rob me of my thoughts like she knew what I was thinking?

  They call me Hart-Less and No-Hart because I dunk on fools without remorse. During the All-Star Game last year they give me a theme song, No Flex Zone. It was fitting. If you enter the key, you will get dunked on. That was my zone, a no flex zone. They know better. Enough ego-trippin’.

  “I have a heart. Maybe not a brain or courage but I definitely have a heart.”

  “The Wizard of Oz, I caught that. Stop Noah we all have brains but you actually use yours and as for courage, you are brave enough to say no to all the hoes. That takes courage and brains.”

  “I guess.” I shrugged. “I sometimes wish I had the courage to do other things.”

  “What other things?” Serena innocently moved closer to me. Close enough for me to reach out and touch her but I wouldn’t dare. See there, I’m a coward.

  “Noah, where did you go?”

  “Nowhere. I’m here.”

  “You were just daydreaming or you spaced out.”

  “I was daydreaming.” I copped to it. Why?

  “Yeah what were you dreaming about?”

  Both your nipples smashed into my mouth. “I was dreaming about dunking on these fools.”

  She burst out into laughter. Her laugh made me laugh. I didn’t think I was funny at all.

  “Let me see your dunk face.”

  “What?”

  “Your dunk face.”

  “I don’t have a dunk face.”

  “Yeah you do. Do I have to sing No Flex Zone? Well, let me see your three-point face."

  “What? I don’t have a three-point face.”

  “Seriously come on. Your modesty is making me sick. Show me!” She reached out and grabbed my cheeks.

  Oh no! No touching please.

  She patted my cheeks with her warm soft fingers before she leaned back into her private space. Thank God she’s out of my private comfort zone. Stay behind the damn line, please.

  “Noah, show me, show me, show me.” She sort of slurred when she begged.

  “You show me, since you seem to know all my moves on the court.” She will never get to know my moves off the court. Is that a good thing? Yes of course it is. I’m not trying to fill the itty-bitty gap in between her thighs.

  Her face contorted, but it was still flawlessly perfect. “Three-point face.” She raised her hand and tossed an imaginary basketball across the room. “Swoosh!”

  Damn, she’s good. “Okay fine I make that face and my wrist does that thing, but fine, whatever.”

  “It’s hot in here. Are you hot?” She whined and fanned her face with her hands.

  “Eh.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Thanks for letting me come over. I really needed this.”

  “No problem. It’s cool. We’ve hung out before.”

  “Yeah with Deshawn, the team, the Cav family.”

  “It’s no big thing. I wasn’t busy and besides I will always make time for you.”

  “That’s so sweet. I hate this.”

  “What?”

  “Every-fucking-thing.” She paused and I braced myself for what was to come. “Noah, I am so tired.”

  “Tired of what?”

  “I had plans tonight and he messed them up.”

  “Who?” Stupid question.

  “You know who.” Her chestnut eyes spoke to me. I needed to stop the sadness before it took over. I had done it before. It was sort of my job.

  “What were your plans? Maybe I can help.”

  Serena pushed her hair away from her face. “I try Noah. I really try. I don’t know what else to do.”

  She didn’t answer the question. I was lost. “I have no idea what you mean.” I leaned forward but not too close.

  “Underneath this jogging suit I’m wearing sexy lingerie, the sexiest lingerie.”

  “Oh.”

  She bit her bottom lip. “Do you want to see?” What the fuck?

  “Noah, don’t answer that. You’re probably going to say no. I think I’m going to just show you.”

  I swallowed hard. I couldn’t speak. Some black cat had my tongue. Serena stood, unzipped her hoodie and removed it. It dropped down to my carpet. My mind told me to look away, but my eyes had other ideas. My dilated pupils zoomed into her lacy bright blue bra. Her breasts were seductively pushed together creating the sexiest cleavage I’d ever seen. I had seen a lot of prime cleavage in my day. This forbidden cleavage held an undeniable allure.

  Serena shimmied her sweat pants down her golden legs. Her tits barely stayed in her bra as she bent to completely discard her pants. There’s a unicorn, a troll and a fairy in this room right now because this couldn’t really be happening to a man like me.

  Her blue lacy panties were cut high on both sides. She modeled a matching set of pure perfection commonly called a bra and panties. The possibility of blocking this sight from my eyes was null and void. I would always remember this day. I will remember how I didn’t yell. Stop! Get the fuck up! Put your clothes back on! Cover your perfect firm tits!

  I had a few drinks but I considered myself more sober than drunk. I was too sober to seriously have this unscripted moment. I wished I could blame my wayward and wanton thoughts on booze. I had on many occasions avoided truly looking at Serena. Why covet something you can’t have?

  There was a pool party two years back. Serena was stuffed into a tiny red bikini. That sight forced me to put another warning sign on her body. Serena was off limits. She was forbidden fruit. She was danger personified. She is my best friends wife. But I couldn’t stop staring at her luscious body. Is the word luscious even a part of my vocabulary?

  She slowly turned in a full circle. I got a preview of her perfect round ass. I had snuck glimpses of it many times when no one was watching. It looked so much better in lace panties and just a few feet away from me. Now that I seen her bare hips I will forever be damaged.

  Fucking! Fuck! Fuck! Stop it please!

  “Noah.” I looked up from her ass to her face. “He doesn’t want me. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with you.” The words sprung out before I could stop them. They were true. Deshawn was a fool. He has the perfect wife. The women he cheats with pale in comparison to Serena. They are lookers, but Serena is rare.

  “Tonight my plan was to seduce my husband. I shouldn’t have to seduce my own goddamn husband. I shouldn’t have to beg him to come home, to fuck me.”

  No, you should have to beg him to stop fucking you. Maybe beg him to give that sweet thick pussy a break.

  She placed her hands on her hips. And oh yes she had some hips. “Noah, look at me.”

  “I am look
ing.” More words leaked without me thinking first.

  “No, Noah, please look at me.”

  “Okay.” I suppressed a stutter by speaking slowly.

  “Would you fuck me?” Until you pass out from exhaustion and have to be revived. She ran her hands down her thighs. “Noah?”

  “What?” Did she say my name?

  “Would you fuck me? Like if you were a regular guy and not Noah Hart.”

  “I’m a regular guy.”

  “No, no. You’re a good guy, a sweet guy.”

  If she knew how I wanted to suck her tits, bend her over on all fours, smack that fat ass and watch it jiggle she wouldn’t call me a good guy. She would call me a beast. I think she dubbed me a monster.

  “Noah.” She rushed toward me and gracefully landed on her knees right in front of me on the couch. She was perched in between my widespread legs. Her breasts were close enough for me to smell, to taste, to suck. I can dream about them. I can do more than that. I had to will my hands to stay put, right at my sides, on my comfy couch.

  “Noah.” She was smiling at me. I could smell the wine on her breath. She had said my name so many times. It was a turn on.

  “Serena.” I smiled back. Big mistake. I’m a fuck up. I hit the iceberg. I’m sinking. Cue the music on the big boat. My titanic is going to sink into something tonight.

  “If you were a regular guy would you fuck me?”

  “Yes, I would fuck you in a heartbeat.” Oops, I didn’t mean to say that.

  She flashed her perfect little white teeth. “That’s so sweet.”

  No, not really. I’m not sweet. I’m so far from that. I want to fuck you so please back away from me with your huge pillowed breasts.

  I glanced at them to examine how much of them I could fit in my mouth. I want to lay my face on them just to see if they are as soft as they look.

  Enough of this shit. My brain and dick can’t take this. This is the ultimate No Flex Zone. “I think you’ve had too much wine tonight.”

  “Why would you say that?” She tilted her head to one side.

  “You’re in your bra and panties right in front of me.” Don’t touch her Noah! “You need to get back. You need to put your clothes back on.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. It was sexy and cute. “Why?”

  “You know why?” Something sinister was growing below my waist. I couldn’t stop it. I was aroused. Damn you dick! Stop making your own decisions.

  Her eyes went down to my crotch. “Oh that’s why” she smirked and giggled proud of her accomplishment.

  “Don’t look at it.” I snapped.

  “Are you embarrassed?”

  “I don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” My dick is an impressive eight point five inches.

  “Looks like you don’t.”

  I watched her wandering eyes. I felt the gift of her soft hands as she held my junk. She rubbed her hand over my nylon shorts. Her fingers drew circles on my pole. I just started expanding without any control of my dick or this situation. What other options did I have? Her perfect tits were right in my face. Her fingers were on my dick. My eyes were watching her hand.

  “Serena what are you doing?” My eyes moved to her lips, her eyes, her lips and then back to her eyes.

  “What do you want me to do?” Her eyes were concentrated only on mine. I felt the connection. I knew I should look away but she already had me in her web. I was stuck here in this spot with a rock hard cock. Okay fuck it. I say this only because we have already gone too far. Too fucking far. Profanity makes it better. Not really.

  As much as I want to turn back and drive in the opposite direction, I have broken the steering wheel. I can only go straight. My body says yes. Noah, seize that gap in between her thighs. My mind says to follow your body. Noah, pound that pussy hard and fast. Make Serena your number one fan.

  Serena’s fingers gently pulled at the elastic band of my shorts. That was plenty to make me lose control. I grabbed her neck and hauled her to my lips. I kissed her gently on the lips and that was just not enough. I parted her lips with my tongue and dug far inside her mouth with the sheer force of my tongue. I guided our kisses with a hunger that was deeply seeded. I wanted this and I was having it.

  Her mouth tasted like the sweetest expensive wine. Her tongue was soft and moist. My large hands fit around her neck with room to spare. Her body fell into mine with barely any guidance from me. I could continue to do this for hours. No, I can’t. I want more and I’m man enough to admit it.

  My free hand caught her waist and snaked around her backside to grab a solid chunk of her butt cheek. I palmed her ass, the roundest ass. It was so close to the size of a basketball. This really is a nice ass. I detached from her lips to trail kisses to her neck. I wanted to suck hard, but any mark would be death. There would be no war wounds in visible areas. I removed my hand from her neck to knead her breast with my attention.

  STOP! THIS! NOW! DUMB! ASS!

  It took all the strength I had in me to pull away from her. I did it. I broke the spell. I grabbed her forearms and pushed her back. She was disappointed I could see it in her eyes, the frown of an unsatisfied woman. I’ve seen it before. Serena missed my hands and my kisses. It felt good to see her pout, to yearn for me, to desire me in this moment. Sure she was a lady but her face was one of a horny woman longing to get her slut-hole filled to the max.

  “Serena,” I muttered her name more breathless than I imagined.

  “Noah, don’t stop.” She moaned.

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Oh Serena.” I placed my hand on her cheek. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

  “Noah, yes I do.” She purred my name. She slowly pulled both the straps to her bra down her shoulders. “You can have it all.” She undid the clasp in the front of her bra. “You can have them too.”

  My eyes rested on her bare breasts and dark nipples. This is happening to me, Noah Hart. There was no need to act cavalier. I am a power forward. That’s what I do, power forward.

  I decided to choose my words carefully. “I’m not going to be able to resist you.” I ran my thumb over her luscious lips. See there’s that word again.

  She licked my thumb and sucked it into her mouth. Fuck me! That’s sexy. “Please leave here now if you don’t want to get fucked in all the right places. I can’t control myself anymore.”

  “I want this.” She placed her hands on the back of my neck. Is this her talking or the alcohol?

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to erase my pain. I want you to help me forget about my broken heart. I want you to fuck the dog shit out of me.”

  Why did she say that? “I’ve wanted to bend you over the first time I saw you.” I didn’t mean to say that. But it was true.

  “Now is your chance.” Serena stood and lay next to me on the couch. She leaned back on a couch cushion. She spread her legs wide. Oh my Christ, a literal open invitation. Is this real life or a porno? I rubbed my lips with the palm of my hand. Then I rubbed my knuckles on my lips. I climbed onto my knees and positioned my body between her legs.

  I usually don’t undress women so quickly but I was afraid she would change her mind. I reached down and tugged at her panties until I freed her of them.

  I took a quick whiff of her panties. The smell made my dick jump inside my shorts. I have to taste her pussy. No doubt about that, snack time. I tossed her panties on the coffee table. I grabbed the bottom hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. It landed by her panties.

  I looked down on her as her eyes examined my chest and abs. She likes what she sees. She can’t look away. I need to see her eyes one more time. I need to get the final confirmation before I eat her shaved pussy and watch her cream all over my face. I need the go ahead to stab my big dick deep inside her wet hole.

  She was really soaking up my body with her eyes. I slapped the inside of her thigh to get her attention. Her body quaked, b
ut her eyes found mine. She smiled at me and pushed her pussy up toward my face.

  “Lick it!” This was a simple command that I could clearly follow.

  I hitched one of her long legs over my shoulder and dived face first into her engorged bare lips. I licked her from her ass crack to her swollen clit. I licked her with a hunger that had been built over years. Her fingers raked the curls of my hair. She massaged my scalp with her pink nails. I pushed my face and nose inside her hole and opened my mouth so I could catch my breath. I was going to make her cum all over my face. I wanted to smell her fragrant pussy in my mustache for days to come.

  My fingers dug in her ass cheeks and lifted her off the couch. She rolled her hips on my face and gripped my hair tight. She successfully was fucking my face and I let her have it her way. Her sweet cum made a slippery mask all over my face.

  I could hear her moans increase as my tongue sucked her engorged clit.

  Come on baby, cum for me. I got a king-sized dick waiting for you.

  Serena’s moans turned to agonizing wails. She was loud. Her legs trembled on the air. She screamed out and collapsed flat on her back. Her shoulders dug into the couch although I was holding her hips up. Her delicate scent was embedded on my face. That was better than I imagined it would be. She had the best tasting pussy. It was nasty enough to call you to clean it. Who wants a pussy to taste like roses? Pussy should smell, taste and feel like pussy.

  My dick had oozed pre-cum in my shorts. I was rock solid and ready to do some real damage. I just knew she felt good inside. I would bet money on it.

  I rose to my feet to remove my nylon shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear. My dick hurt as the elastic waistband brushed the tip of my manhood.