URBAN: What A Thug Wants

by Shantel Johnson

  “Wait, you own half the company! I thought you were just in charge of my area!” Aaliyah exclaimed in disbelief. This meant that all this time, even now, she was in the presence of a man that had more money than she could ever imagine having. He could pay for all of her college tuition and loans in a blink of an eye.

  But it was also where she wanted to be. She wanted to be in his position where she could just spend money and not have to think about the consequences.

  “I started in editorial, and I keep working there until this day. I like my job, minus all the meetings I have to go to.” He smiled at Aaliyah, “You want to dance?”

  Hell yes! Her mind seemed to say, but she wasn’t sure if she was tipsy enough to go out onto the dance floor. “I…you really want to dance with me?”

  “Of course! You’re a great employee so far. This should be a night for celebration. Let’s go out and have fun!” Anthony got up quickly and pulled Aaliyah with him. A bartender came over with a tray full of shots and the pair grabbed one each, clinked glasses, and downed them before heading down to the dance floor.

  Once they found a spot on the dance floor, Anthony took his place behind her. He pressed himself against her and swayed to the music. He ground his hips against her ass, catching the beat a little bit better than Aaliyah expected. She relaxed back against Anthony, holding his hands that were around her waist and sighed. This was a night she was never going to forget.

  ***

  "Are you crazy? That water has got to be freezing!!" Aaliyah slurred. Anthony laughed as he tried to get the lock of his sliding door off. They had long since left the party, leaving everyone to speculate at exactly what was happening that night. She would hear it tomorrow at the office, but Aaliyah wasn’t sure if she even cared anymore.

  The chemistry between her and Anthony was just too much to handle. Several times on the dance floor, their bodies melted together, feeling like they were becoming one. He may have been almost ten years older than her, but he still had the fire inside him like a young teenage boy. When their lips finally met, it was like a sensual tongue dance. They way he held her just felt way too real. Her body burned under his touches and eventually, he invited her back to his condo.

  "C'mon, let's go skinny dipping!" he shouted.

  "I'll freeze my nipples off! And I am NOT getting my hair wet. I already spent so much time on it before we went to the club," Aaliyah cried, stumbling into the tanning chair. She had definitely had one too many shots.

  "So? Come get naked with me!" he laughed as he began tossing his clothes off. Aaliyah still didn’t know if she should stop him or not, but the thought of seeing his body naked and wet had been running through her mind ever since he had suggested going back to his place. She watched every piece of cloth tumble off his skin, and then there was a big splash as her boss dove into the pool, his tanned body floating on the surface of the clear water. "I got tired of waiting!" he shouted.

  Aaliyah giggled before dropping her heels and squirming out of her dress. She tossed her underwear beside Anthony's discarded clothes then jumped into the ice cold water. Fuck it, she thought. This was the first time she had ever been away from home, practically starting a new life for a year. She was ready to take the plunge and do whatever the hell she wanted. She was an independent woman, baby! Anthony swam to her and pressed his chest against her back.

  “You look so damn good.” he whispered, placing small kisses across her chilled skin.

  Her entire face was on fire. She could feel the blush creep up her neck and ears. His kisses felt so good. She leaned back against his strong chest and closed her eyes. The chilly London wind brushed against her skin, making her shiver. The wind was much appreciated since the heat between her and Anthony was becoming unbearable. His hands lazily caressed her skin and he kissed her forehead.

  “Why don’t we go inside and warm up? The liquor is starting to wear off, and I can’t do anything with my ballocks tucked deep inside me, now can I?” Anthony chuckled as he heaved himself out of the water. Aaliyah’s brown eyes watched the water run in small streams down his toned back and ass. His shook his blonde hair, letting more droplets rain down onto the tiled floor. She couldn’t help but be mesmerized. She squeezed her thighs shut, trying to get it together and ignore the feeling that kept growing between her thighs.

  Anthony made his way through the sliding door and towards the bathroom. Once she heard the door to the bathroom close she quickly got out the pool. Anthony tossed a towel at her when he heard the sliding glass doors open and close once again.

  “I’ll be out in just a minute,” he said. Aaliyah busied herself with drying her body and trying to keep her mind off of Anthony—which was practically impossible. Once she was dry, she wrapped the towel around herself and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. It wasn’t long until she saw Anthony's looming figure coming towards her. She licked her lips in anticipation and beckoned him to come closer. His large strides closed the gap between them quickly and before she knew, she was in his arms, being pulled from the bed and standing on her tippy toes to meet his face.

  "A-Anthony!" she squeaked, a little caught off-guard.

  He pressed her against the nightstand. "You want this don’t you? Tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll stop.”

  Aaliyah’s head was swimming with thoughts. She could barely form words, so she just nodded and relaxed against him. “Palms flat on the top, spread your legs wide."

  "Or what?" she dared to ask. She just couldn't help but tease him and get a sense of her control back, if only just a little bit. She knew he had all the control , but if he was going to be this rough maybe he would give her more if she misbehaved. She could feel his breath on his neck, his words burying into her ear.

  "You know I love the ideas that come out of your big mouth when we’re in meetings, but why don’t we put it to better use?" His grip grew tighter around her hair, adding pressure to her neck. "That would be the ultimate pleasure for me—to see you on your knees in front of me, like the good little girl you are."

  "I don’t bow down to no man. You must be trippin’ boy." Without warning, he used all his force to bring her down to her knees.

  "Worship me, Aaliyah. And maybe I'll go easy on you."

  "Easy? You talking a big game, but let me see what you really made of," she sneered at him. It just fueled the fire between them even more, and Aaliyah wanted to get burned.

  He kept a strong grip on her hair and pulled her close to his dick. She didn't have time to admire it before it blast past her lips and settled deep against her throat. One strong hand gripped the back of her head, preventing her escape, while the other clutched at the nightstand to steady the forceful rocking of his hips.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to work her mouth around his thick dick. She could feel Anthony's eyes stabbing into her. When she dared to look up his hand left the nightstand to grab her throat, forcing her to stay focused on his face. His smirk grew bigger as he watched his dick ram into her mouth over and over. His wet hair framed his face and the little droplets of water rained down onto her. Her body was so hot that she almost felt the drops sizzle against her skin. Her throat burned, and her fingers ached from clawing at his strong calves. His balls tightened against her chin, but she knew she wouldn't taste him just yet. He was planning to give her everything she wanted and more.

  Anthony pulled out swiftly, his cock glistening and throbbing in front of her face. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gulped down as much fresh air as she could.

  "Get up."Anthony commanded, his voice low and full of bite.

  She clutched at his thighs as she raised myself up on shaky legs. She swallowed hard and bit at her swollen lip. "Where do you want me?" Aaliyah managed to ask.

  Anthony licked his lips and let out an evil laugh. "I'm glad you finally learned to listen, little girl. Turn around and spread 'em."

  She edged her body around, her ass brushing against his dick, and spread her legs. His thick fingers
caressed up and down her hips, over the curves of her ass then finally between her thighs. She bit her lip, knowing that he could feel how wet she was. Her pussy juice had spread against the very top of her thighs and across her pussy lips, but it now coated his middle finger as he rocked it back and forth, to her swollen clit all the way down to her hole.

  "So you do like to suck cock then, huh?" he groaned.

  She scoffed and rasped out, "No. You forced me."

  He pressed his hand against her shoulder roughly making her bend over the nightstand. The cool lacquer kissed the very tip of her nipples making them harden in response. "You loved every fucking last minute of it, Aaliyah. Say it."

  Two fingers dove deep inside her, furiously pumping and making her juices gush around his hand. She couldn't even begin to form words, so only screams poured out of her. His free hand gripped the back of her neck, making her whimper. His fingers slowed down to dull thrusts, momentarily letting her recover. "Say. It."

  "No," she replied through gritted teeth. He growled so loudly that it scared her a bit. It was so feral, so wild. She wanted to hear it again and again. Never had any man been this rough with her, and her body was exploding with ecstasy. His fingers resumed their fast pace, this time adding a third. Her pussy felt full for the time being, but it was nothing compared to what she craved.

  Aaliyah’s nails made scratches in the black finish of the nightstand. Her knees buckled beneath her, but Anthony kept her ankles apart, making sure she remained open for him. She clamped her walls down around his fingers. She wasn't going to last long if he kept this up. He must've knew it, because he pulled his fingers out completely, not even bothering to torture her with slow thrusts this time.

  "SAY. IT."

  "I loved sucking your big white dick!" she managed to scream, though every fiber in her being was telling her not to. She had just satisfied his ego and squashed her own. She needed to get the ball back in her court again. As much as she wanted him to dominate her, she couldn't let her strong, dominant side die down as well.

  "Good girl," he cooed. His blunt teeth sunk into her shoulder blade. She gripped the nightstand as another scream racked through her entire body. He pulled away, making the bite mark throb as much as her aching pussy. She wanted his teeth marks all over her.

  "That all you got?" she mocked.

  He lifted her up high and slammed her against the wall, her ass hitting the top of the nightstand. He yanked her legs apart, squeezing her ankles within his hands. "You're going to learn to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut."

  He let go of her ankles to pull her flush against him, plunging his dick balls-deep inside her. She clawed at his pale skin, leaving big red scratches across his chest. She felt his heat surrounding her, suffocating her in the best way possible.

  More bites tugged at her skin, leaving small teeth marks across her shoulders. She wanted to wrap her limbs around him, but he wouldn’t let her. He kept her arms pinned to her side and her legs spread wide, his balls slapping against her ass every time he drove into her. She wanted to cum all over his dick and watch her dark pussy clamp down around him. His lips captured hers forcefully, tugging and pulling at her tongue so he could suck on it deeply. She fought to keep up with the strength of his big tongue, but it overpowered her.

  "Anthony! Fuck! I'm gonna explode!"

  He pinched her swollen clit, causing her to yell in pain and pleasure. "Don't. Not until I say." He tossed her onto the bed and gave her ass a hard slap. "All fours. NOW."

  She didn't dare disobey this time and quickly rose to her knees. Anthony gripped her hips hard and drove her back down onto his dripping dick. Just those few seconds without him had her going crazy. She gripped the bedsheets beneath her, focusing on the pulsating pleasure inside her.

  "You belong to me," he groaned. She nodded, but another hard slap to her ass told her that he wanted to hear those words.

  "I belong to you!" she screamed. His head hit her spot then, sending her hips into a fury of thrusts back against him. Nothing mattered at that point, she just wanted her sweet release. She deserved it. She tossed her head back and cried out. her pussy walls clenched down around him. Her juices gushed out of her, dribbling down her thighs and onto the sheets beneath them. He ripped himself out of her, spraying her back with his hot cum. She collapsed then, exhausted on so many levels, and she couldn't even think about moving another inch.

  The last thing she saw was Anthony flopping on the bed beside her, a huge grin across his face, before she passed out.

  ***

  The sun shone onto her face, waking her up from her nice dream. Her head was pounding and her stomach was still in knots. She felt like she was about to throw up at any minute. Slowly, Aaliyah sat up in bed and looked around. She wasn’t at her apartment.

  “Where the hell—?” That’s when it came to her. Her dream wasn’t a dream at all. The dull ache between her legs told her so. She had really slept with Anthony.

  She sat up in bed quickly and worked to gather her clothes. Aaliyah had no idea where Anthony was, but by the sounds coming from downstairs, he was probably in the kitchen. If she was really stealthy, she could make it out without him noticing. It was a chance she was going to have to take. Just as she was shuffling into her party dress, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

  “Leaving so soon?” Anthony asked as he leaned in the doorway.

  Damn, caught in the act. Aaliyah turned slowly to face him. “Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want me in your way, so I’m gonna head on out.”

  “In my way? Aaliyah you’re never in my way. Is that what you think of us?”

  “Us? What do you mean 'us?' I know your history. You’re a playa, I got it. I figured since we both got what we wanted last night, that was just the end of it.”

  She was shocked to see hurt in his deep blue eyes. “I may have a history of being with a lot of women, but that doesn’t mean I just throw them out right after. I don’t want you to go. I…ever since I saw you at the meet-and-greet, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And when you spoke up at the meeting, I knew I loved you for more than just your looks. You’re smart and talented and strong. I know the way this happened seemed like a drunken mistake but that is far from the truth. I do care about you.”

  “Oh yeah?” Aaliyah asked. “What about when this internship is over, huh? What then? I can’t stay here forever! I have to go back home and finish school. I have to do things with me life.”

  “But you can stay here, just like Zach. You do excellent work and you can have an amazing future here. You wouldn’t even just be staying for me. You’d be staying to make a name for yourself. I know you can. Just trust me Aaliyah.” Anthony made his way across the room and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug, but Aaliyah refused. She couldn’t even begin to figure out what the hell was going on—had he actually said “love?” She pushed him away and headed towards the back door.

  “I’m sorry. I have to go, I can’t deal with this right now.” All the emotions coupled with her hangover wasn’t going to help anybody’s situation. She didn’t want to leave Anthony standing there, looking like a fool, but she needed to breathe. Things were just happening way too fast.

  ***

  “SHUT UP!!! You slept together?!” Zach screamed. Aaliyah had invited him over a few days later to talk about the whole situation with her and Crystal.

  “Would you shut yo’ damn mouth! I don’t need the whole fuckin’ world to hear you. Plus I don’t trust these other heffers. They in cahoots with Snooty Tits, and I really don’t need her on my case,” Aaliyah said.

  “Sorry! Sorry, you’re right. I just—I cannot believe this! Tell me everything! How big is his dick? Did it feel better than black dick? I mean I love me some black dick, but I would so not mind taking it from Anthony.”

  “Zach, you’re missing the whole point of this! It’s not about what happened that night, it’s about what’s going to happen in the future! What do you want to do Aaliy
ah?” Crystal asked. She held her friend's hand for support.

  “I have no freaking clue. I’m at a loss. I like him. I like him a lot. But I feel like it was just all sexual tension. What if…What if there’s nothing more after that? What if he just wanted me for sex?”

  “It doesn’t really sound like that’s the case, but even so, what’s so bad about getting it on with the boss?” Zach laughed.

  Crystal sighed. “Zach, if she continues being with Anthony and if she gets promoted, then everyone will think it’s because she slept with the boss. They won’t think that she actually worked to get where she is.”

  “That’s another reason why I’m afraid to stay. On top of that, I actually like living in Detroit. My family is there, my mom is there, my best friend is there. I have to finish my degree. There are things I want to do in life, and I don’t want to be tied down because of a man. No matter how good and rough the sex was.”

  “Rough? How rough?” The sex details seemed to be all Zach was interested in.

  “Why did I even invite you here?! I’m trying’ to figure out some real shit right now!”

  “And you’re stressing over it way too much. I say just take it one day at a time. You still have a few months left in your internship. You can focus on work, focus of your love life, and straight up focus on what makes you happy. I’m trying to get you to lighten up and see that this isn’t as big as a deal as you’re making it out to be. It’ll be ok.”