by F. L. Jacob
His eyes met mine. There was a heat in them that was indescribable. “Sabrina, my God, did you edit these yourself?”
I nodded, feeling timid.
“They are magnificent. Come sit.” He patted the seat next to him.
He started the book over again. A huge smile crossed my face. They really were beautiful. “I had a good photographer.”
“No, the photographer had a good subject.”
I laughed and shook my head no.
“Seriously, Sabrina, you have a job here anytime if you can do this with pictures. I’d like to see you edit some other pictures that we have had problems with to see what you can do with them.”
I shrugged. Never thought my photography classes would come in handy. “Sure.”
He turned to look back over the pictures. Closing the book he turned to look at me, “Sabrina, these pictures are the best gift anyone has ever given me.”
I laughed so loud and hard it made my head hurt. When I noticed he was serious I stopped. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m serious. No one is more special to me than you. These pictures are so personal, and for you to take it upon yourself to edit and print them for me… I love you, Sabrina.”
My heart fluttered, he was serious.
Even though her head injury was pretty bad, the doctor said Sabrina didn’t have a concussion. Over the next few days we spent our time together, laying by the pool, talking about my work with the community and her childhood and her parents. My heart swelled when she would talk about them and the love they had for her, and she for them. Our nights were quiet, spent cuddled up on the couch in front of the fire. Sabrina would read, or watch television, and I would do what I do best, work. Just cuddling up to her made me feel whole. It was perfect.
Sabrina was able to return to school relatively quickly, but it was affecting her balance. She held it together, though. I was so proud of her. Professor Lee wasn’t happy with the extra security, but I assured her I would make it worth her inconvenience. My angel had to be kept safe.
Quicker than I wanted it to be, we were leaving for Vegas. I’d promised her I would finish my story about Beverly during our trip. Fucking bitch, I hope she rots in hell.
Terrance was bringing Sabrina home from school soon. Our bags were already packed, ready to go, but I knew she would want to freshen up before we headed out.
I was sitting in the great room with my laptop. The machine was on, but I wasn’t able to concentrate on it. The velvet box in my pocket was burning a hole in my leg.
The door slammed shut. I closed down the laptop and met her by the stairway. I swept her up into my arms, planting the biggest kiss on her velvet lips.
It’s been too long since I’ve felt her and our kiss turned hotter. I slid her bag down her arm, as I was lifting her shirt from the other side. Our lips only parted long enough for me to slide the shirt over her head. Grabbing her backside, I lifted her up, so she could put her legs around me.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were hard as pebbles. They lightly grazed my chest as she pulled my shirt off. I bent over sucking the swells of her breasts. She tasted salty sweet from sweat. I moved my kisses up to her neck. Her breath quickened when I kissed her in the dip where her neck and collarbone met.
I needed inside her. Walking her over to the couch, I set her down, then kneeled in front of her. I kissed down her chest, over to her nipples, taking one then the other in my mouth and nibbling them in to harder peaks. When I reached the skin right above her shorts, I licked my way along the band. Her stomach sucked in, because she’s ticklish there. The little chuckle that came from her lips made my dick twitch. She expected me to immediately remove her shorts, but I surprised her. I moved my way down and kissed her thighs along the opening of the shorts. She groaned wanting my touch. Her hips were grinding, trying to get any sort of relief between her legs. I could smell her arousal and I licked my lips. Looking up, I saw her playing with her breasts.
I could sit and watch her forever. Her small perky breasts, the smooth abs defining her stomach. Hidden in her shorts was the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. Perfect. Light pink, bare. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to taste her. I ripped her shorts off, taking her light blue thong with them. Her pussy was already covered in her moisture. I pushed her legs up and used my hands to spread her open to me. The glistening juice called to me. I sunk my tongue into her pussy. She let out a deep moan. I felt her muscles contract around me right before a flood of fluid coated my mouth.
Quickly undoing my shorts I let them fall to my knees. “This is going to be quick, Sabrina. We don’t have much time.”
I plunged into her. Her fingernails raked up my back, pulling a cavernous groan out of me. Her warm pussy inviting me in with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, but I could see them fluttering behind her eyelids.
“Open your eyes, Bre, I want to see you when I come inside you.”
Her eyes opened. They were on fire. My heart clenched. “Oh, Caston,” she screamed as she came hard. I sealed my lips upon her and danced my tongue with hers, as I spilled into her.
I heard footsteps coming through the kitchen, and I felt my stomach clench. Why do people always seem to walk in on us? Thankfully, Sabrina, hasn’t heard them yet.
I righted myself, seeing Jon in the kitchen. Pulling up my pants, as I stood, I gave him the ‘get the fuck out’ look. Seeing that I was half-naked and putting my clothes on Jon stopped in his tracks, he held up his hand to me, and I nodded slowly indicating we would be out in five.
I looked back down to Sabrina, still seated on the couch.
“Sabrina, honey, we have to go.”
I reached my hand out to her and she placed her hand in mine. Surprising her, I pulled her up and swung her over my shoulder. She let out a laugh, and I smacked her ass on the way to our bedroom.
I sat on the bed, waiting for her to finish getting ready. I didn’t care that we were running behind. The plane was mine, so they had to wait for me. Sara and Jon kept texting me, though. They weren’t happy we are taking forever.
“Oh, Caston, I’m afraid I’m forgetting something.” She looked so cute, looking through her bags frantically.
“Sabrina, we aren’t going out of the country. We can just go buy it, if you forgot something.”
She stopped and looked up at me like she had never considered that scenario. “You’re right. Why am I freaking out?”
I got up and walked over to her. I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Brushing her hair behind her ear, I noticed she didn’t put any earrings on, as usual.
“You know,” I said, leaning down to kiss her earlobe, “I think there is something missing.”
She backed out of my embrace, looking around at the bags. “Really, what?”
I pulled the box out of my pocket and opened it. “These.”
She turned around and gasped. “Oh my God! Caston! These are gorgeous.”
Her hands lightly brushed the aqua blue box. Any girl would recognize it. Tiffany & Co®. She was a girl with simple taste, so I got her simple cushion cut diamond solitaire earrings. “Do you like them?” My voice trembled. What the hell?
“Like them,” she looked up at me, “I love them! Oh my God. I can’t accept these, Caston.”
I had to laugh at her response. I removed them from the box and put them in her ears.
She pushed her hair back, so she could see them. They sparkled like her eyes. I looked over her shoulder at our reflections in the mirror.
“Not as beautiful as you, but they’ll do.”
She turned and planted a kiss on my lips. I started to deepen it, but there was pounding on the door and Jon barged in.
“What the fuck dude! Not again. I mean, if you guys are fucking at least let Sara and me join.”
Sabrina hid her face in my chest.
“We’re coming.”
“Hi, Sabrina,” Jon said, laughing.
Not showing her face, she picke
d up her hand and waved mumbling, “Hey, Jon.”
“Hey, fucker, grab some bags. It’ll get us down there faster.”
When Jon left, I grabbed her hands and kissed them. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she said, taking a deep breath, “Do you remember what you promised me?”
I nodded. “When we get on the plane, and are able to get alone time, my story is yours to hear.”
A tentative smile inched across her face. “You know, I never... Never mind.”
We walked down the stairs. “What? You can tell me anything.”
She blushed. “I’ve never joined the mile high club.”
“Well, my dear, we’ll have to rectify that won’t we?” My cock stirred, thinking about it.
Jon, Sara, Sabrina, and I all sat in the seats on my private jet. Sabrina grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Looking over to her she looked a little green. “Are you okay?” I asked concerned.
“Yup,” she swallowed roughly, “I’ll be fine as soon as we are leveled off. I hate takeoff and landing.”
I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
I couldn’t help staring at her. She had her head leaned back on the seat. Her eyes were closed and she was taking deep breaths. It was so cute how nervous she was. Finally, the announcement came that we were at flying altitude and we could move about the cabin. I unbuckled and crouched over her, kissing her eyelids. “Can I get you anything?”
She opened her eyes, holding me with her hazel gems. She shook her head no.
Jon got up and pulled Sara up against him. Her eyes were hooded and he leaned, kissing her deep. “I’m going to claim the bed, unless you want it first. It’s going to be a long flight...”
“Or you could join us?” Sara said, looking right at Sabrina.
I had to cover my mouth at Sabrina’s expression. “Maybe later, I need to talk to Sabrina,” I said, seeing her relax in front of me.
“Suit yourself,” Jon said, ushering Sara off to the back with a smack on her ass.
Turning back to Sabrina I said, “You’d never know those two have kids the way they act. I hope I can act like that when we have kids.”
Sabrina’s eyes went wide in shock before I realized what came out of my mouth. Shit, I just fucked up. Too soon, Caston.
Changing the subject quickly, I asked her if she was hungry, as I walked to get myself a snack.
I sat on the large couch on the other side of the plane. She was still buckled in the bucket seat. “Sabrina, you can unbuckle and come sit here. It’s way more comfortable than that seat.”
She nodded tentatively, unbuckling and standing up. She started walking just as we hit a pocket of turbulence. She froze, and I noticed her lips start to tremble. I rushed to her side. “Honey, it’s okay. Just a little bump.” I brought her over to the couch and held her on my lap.
Needing to take her mind off the fact that we were miles up in the air I began my story again.
“So where did I leave off with Beverly?”
I felt her relax in my lap. She closed her eyes and leaned over to rest her head in my lap. “You just told me your mom had died.”
“Oh, yes. Okay, so, you know my parents have an open marriage, and Beverly is technically my aunt.”
“Yes, that confused me.” She sat up with her eyes glaring into mine.
“Beverly and my dad were always married. So when Beverly found out Rose was pregnant with her husband’s child she freaked out. Beverly never told my dad about me. She shunned my mom, cut her off from everything, kept her from contacting my dad. How she got my mom’s trust fund revoked I’ll never know. I’m sure it was something to do with sex,” I gritted my teeth. “Hence, how I grew up, poor. When my mom couldn’t take care of me anymore, she somehow got a call to my dad, shocking the hell out of him with the news, begging him to take me. Beverly never wanted me. She would have preferred me put up for adoption. I’m thankful my dad stood up to Beverly and said no. Dad wanted to leave Beverly when he found out everything she did, but Beverly threatened him with blackmail if he left her. She has a way to brainwash people into thinking she’s innocent all the time, which isn’t the case. It sickens me, and being with you makes me realize that I was under her thumb for too long. She will not win this time.”
“I still don’t understand why your dad didn’t leave Beverly. What was so bad that he couldn’t recover from it?”
I take a deep breath and begin the story of my creation, “I asked him that once. We were in a huge fight. Something broke loose and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I’d been holding a grudge for so long that I snapped asked him, ‘What the hell could be so bad that he would abandon my mom?’ He broke down sobbing. He told me how much he loved my mom, and that Rose was his soul mate, but he loved his son, too. He had an affair with her before the open marriage he and Beverly are in now. He was going to leave Beverly, but when Beverly found out she planted drugs, made it look like he used prostitutes, some under age, and God only knows what else to blackmail him. She would have made sure his life was in ruins, and he would have lost Jon.
“He said when he walked in that night Rose was sitting there with Beverly. Rose’s face was streaked with tears. She held photos and papers of all the blackmail items that Beverly had fabricated against my Dad. The TV was on and my dad said he was flabbergasted to see a video of Beverly and him having sex the night before. Beverly convinced Rose that my dad was just using her. My dad said he turned to Rose to explain, but she was just sobbing and shaking her head. She got up and bolted out of the house. After that night he never heard from Rose again, and then she disappeared. He had no idea I existed. He told me he was devastated and didn’t understand why she wouldn’t even give her a chance to explain. That is why he was so cold to her when he picked me up that day. Dad decided that if Rose had really loved him, she would have known he hadn’t done those things and if she had really wanted him she would have found a way to get back to him. He did hate her for keeping me from him. It wasn’t until later that he was able to think about the situation and see what Rose had been facing. He regrets how he treated her. What he did was stupid, and I hated him for that for so long, but we’ve worked past it, and I do forgive him to a point now.”
“So is this why you changed your name to Black?”
“Yes, pretty much, but also because it is Rose’s last name. So, it really irks Beverly. In spite of everything my mom still loved my dad. She gave me his last name to give me a part of him. Later on she figured out what Beverly had done. At that point she was desperate she chanced getting in touch with my dad. The only way Beverly agreed to let my dad keep me was my mom could have no contact with me. When I decided to change my name I chose Black as my last name, not only to reflect my birth mother, but because there is a black hole in my soul, a dark void, that I can’t fill because of Beverly.” He paused, taking a deep breath, as if to gather his courage, before he continued, “There is more, though, can you handle more?”
She looked shell shocked. “Are you with me, Bre?”
Blinking, she brought herself back to me. She laid back down in my lap. I kept on with my story, as I stroked her hair.
“When Beverly found out I was attending her sex parties, she approached me. She asked me how long I had been spying on things. When I told her she flipped out on me. My dad usually wasn’t home during the week because of his job, so I had to deal with her alone. That’s about the time she noticed I was becoming a man and wanted to take advantage of it. Her slimy friends would come over and they would seduce me.” I felt her gasp, but I kept going. I needed her to know.
“By this time I was sixteen-seventeen Jon was away at college. I thought the older women made me look cool. At parties I had women all over me; men wanted me too, couples asking for me to join them. Well, any horny teen would jump at that. Beverly had me scheduled out. She always seemed to either be in the room, or part of the orgy that I was taking part in. I never thought anything of it…until one day I caught her after the fact counting
out the money. I was disgusted with her for what she did to me. I confronted her. She told me she had videos of all of my encounters and records of how much money I was making. She blackmailed me into continuing, by threatening to destroy my life. I knew that would devastate my dad and Jon. I’m not proud of what I did, and I would take everything back if I could, but she left me alone any other time, which was fine with me, because I hated her for what she did to my mother. Once I was old enough to realize Beverly wouldn’t do anything that would upset her own way of life, I stopped. I told her never again.”
“Oh, Caston, I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t be sorry for me. I made it through.” Brushing my thumb along her cheek I continued, “So it got worse when I was in college. I was going to school for business, and I met Sara,” I felt her tense. “We hit it off. I brought her to a few of the parties, because Sara was very sexually open. The first time Beverly saw her, she left us alone. As things grew serious between us Beverly started to break in on our time. She would show up at my dorm, she would monopolize my time, she told me Sara couldn’t come to the parties anymore. When she did that I told her if Sara couldn’t come I wouldn’t either. That is when she went crazy. Threatening Sara’s life, saying she was going to expose me to my dad, and she pushed herself on me.”
Sabrina sat up and held her stomach. I was repulsive. I knew it. Damn me, for having her trapped in this plane when I told her.
“Beverly caught me off guard one afternoon and started kissing me. My fucking body took over. I’d been pimped out so much, so to speak, that it was second nature for me. I never wanted to go there with her. Well, Sara walked in on us right before I went all the way with Beverly. Beverly’s face was the devil. I scrambled to get off of her as Sara stood there in shock at what she was seeing. Beverly yelled out as if she was orgasming, and Sara ran out of my room. Before I could go after her, Beverly told me if I wanted her to live I’d let her go. Well, I cared very much for her. I sat on the floor of my room torn to pieces. I threw myself into school after that, eventually dropping out and starting a small company. Beverly stayed her distance from me when I would go to see my dad and Jon. However, every time a girl came into the picture she would flip her lid again. I decided it was better for all of us if I stayed single. I became my work. I became the Caston Black of Black Hollywood. She would let me be with other women, I just couldn’t get serious.”
