by Mia Moore
There was a soft sensation deep within her as his now softened cock slipped out.
“Guess I should let you down now, huh?” His eyes looking at her matched the small smile that played on his lips.
“Yeah, I guess. I’m so wet, I want to take a shower. Want to join me?” She purred into his ear and then nibbled his earlobe.
He stood back from the wall and flipped her like a rag doll into both of his arms, already carrying her to the bathroom. “Second time today using your shower. You’re going to be charging me rent before you know it.”
“You already paid. Let me see…three times last night, once this morning and just now. Maybe I owe you.” She said and snuggled her lips into his neck.
“How about we just call it even, what do you say?”
“Oh! I’m glad it was good for you too!” They both chuckled as he set her on her feet by the tub.
He stepped away from her and placing his hands on his hips he slowly gazed up and down. “Y’know, you’re one fine looking woman, Erica. Mighty fine.”
She closed her eyes and nodded regally. “Why thank you sir, you turn my head.” Opening them she said “You, on the other hand, not so much.”
“What?” She didn’t know which was funnier—his eyebrows shooting up or his mouth hanging open.
“No, sorry. You don’t make a very good looking woman at all, Buckley.” She gave her head a shake. “But you are one hell of a specimen of a man.” She nodded to him sweetly.
He folded his arms—God, why didn’t his muscles tear through his skin?—and put his finger under his chin. “Well, you got some man specimen of your own you know.”
Her face drew together. “Hunh?”
He nodded over his shoulder. “See for yourself.”
She looked into the floor to ceiling mirror. “Nooo… all woman, Buckley—oh!” A dollop of his come was hanging like a teardrop from her outer pussy lips. “Ahh… yes, some specimen. You made a mess!”
“MmmHmmm.” She looked at him, his eyes slightly hooded.
“Well, then,” she sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi and opened her knees as wide as she could. “Clean it up!”
Buckley’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah? You want me to eat cum?”
“I want you to want to eat your cum out of my pussy.” She laid back onto the Jaccuzi’s deck, spreading out for him as much as she could and watched him watching her.
“I’ve never—“ he started to say.
“I thought so. That’s why I want you to.” She began to draw the toes of one foot in and out and gently wiggled her hips into the cold tile beneath her.
Wordlessly, Buckley crossed over and sank to his knees. He looked up into her eyes silently and then tentatively bent his head forward. His tongue darted out and back in. She stared at the top of his head. “Thank you, keep going. I want you to want to get it all.”
He went still for a moment, then bent his head all the way into her crotch, yawning his mouth wide, covering her pussy hole. She gasped when he slid his tongue up inside her. She could feel it tracing the walls of her vagina as he buried his mouth onto her mons tightly.
“Oh Buckley! Yes!” She bent her legs, scissoring them behind his head and flexing her hips into him. His hands came up and encircled her ass cheeks, pulling her even more firmly into him. He bobbed his head up and down slurping her cunt loudly. The sound drove her again to the edge.
“That’s it! Right there baby!” she growled at him.
“Mmm… your pussy juice and my spunk, mmm… you hot fucking bitch!” he muttered into her crotch, diving in again, this time just taking her clit in his mouth, tickling it with his tongue as he trapped it in his teeth.
She clenched her eyes shut, seeing flashes of blue and white in the darkness. A guttural growl she had never made before erupted from her throat. “Buuuckleeee!” Her entire body was electrified as he impaled her once again, this time with his tongue, the burr of his whiskers beneath his nose scrubbing at her clit. She sat straight up and again clawed at him, grasping, trying to keep from falling into forever.
He held her firmly and stopped all movement as her orgasm peaked, then faded. Oh fucking wow!
After a moment that lasted a second, or a year, she wasn’t sure, they separated. He turned his head up to her, softly chewing on his lower lip. She adjusted as well, again cupping his face in her hands, bent over to kiss him, tasting their juices on his tongue.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I never did that before,” he whispered back, eyes bright.
“I never asked before…” she sighed back. They gazed at each other in silence and a touch of wonder.
Pulling her head back she whispered again, looking straight into his eyes. “I’m glad it was you.”
Chapter 23
Things can change on a dime. Or a phone call.
It was supposed to be pizza and a movie, but those plans got shelved.
After washing each other’s backs in the tub, they got dressed and went to the kitchen. Both of them were famished.
Picking the pizza box up from the floor of the foyer, Erica noticed a black vinyl folder under the box. She picked it up and joined Buckley in the kitchenette. He was standing at the window. The setting sun was streaming in the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Black Rapids Lake, the sky turning a deep hue of purple and oranges. Stopping in the kitchen, she grabbed a couple of plates and put the pizza box into her gi nourmous microwave oven to reheat it.
Carrying two cold beers into the dining area in one hand, she held up the zippered folder in her other.
“What’s this?”
Buckley turned. Seeing the folder, he scratched his head. “Well… ummm….” He pointed to the living room. “You showed me yours, so I thought it’d only be fair to show you mine.”
Erica’s eyes brightened. “Your drawings?”
He nodded back. The microwave dinged from the kitchen. Erica sat down at the table holding the folder. “Can I just look through them, or is there an order you want to present them?”
“Shit, I don’t know. I… well… I’ve never, you know, like brought them over to someone.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“No, man, for real.” He nodded again to the living room wall that was covered in framed photos of all different sizes. Some were typical 5x7 shots, others 8x10’s, and there were even two photos—one of a chemical plant at night lit up with Christmas lights, and another of a barren winter field with a single bare tree in the center, that were the size of posters. “You sorta show off your stuff…”
“Only the really good ones, Buckley.” She turned looking at her gallery wall. “For every one that’s up there, there’s got to be hundreds that didn’t make the cut.”
He nodded smiling. “Yeah, I hear you.” Pointing at the folder still in her hands, he said “I went through my stuff before putting that set together too.”
She smiled. “Okay then—but c’mon Buckley, this is the first time you’ve shown them to a woman?”
He closed his eyes for a second and nodded. “First time I showed them to anyone. Cross my heart.”
She slid the folder across to him. “Okay then, you get to choose the order of how I see them. This is your first exhibition!” As he opened the folder and started to leaf through the drawings, she got up to get the pizza. She pulled a stack of paper napkins out from the cupboard and brought in the pizza. She put it on the table and opened the beers. Buckley had his folio in his lap putting drawings in order.
Clapping her hands like an excited eight year old, she teased “Come on, Buckley! I’m waiting over here!”
“Slow down, girl, I want to get it right.” She noticed just a slight quiver in his hand as he leafed through the pages. “I think I’m going to put them in order.” He looked up at her. “I think I got better as I went along.”
“Sure.” She took a pull on her beer. “Take your time. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“Tell that to my b
ack!” They laughed. “Well, that’s it,” he closed the folio and slid it across the table and reached for a slice of pizza.
“No, let’s do it this way,” Erica stood and pushed her chair next to his at the table. “This way you can tell me about each piece.”
She opened the folio and looked at the first drawing.
Like all the drawings in the folio it was done on a sheet of letter sized photocopier paper. The image was a stark rendering of a fifteen story apartment building. She looked down in the lower right corner the letters ‘TB’ and a date more than twenty years earlier was on it. She cocked her head over to Buckley.
“It’s where I grew up in Chicago. It’s a housing project. It’s closed and gone now, but back in the day… it was pretty rough.” He tapped a window on a floor twelve stories above street level. “That was my room. Well, along with my three brothers.”
“So this is one of your first ones?”
“Well, the first one that was any good. I was twelve when I did that one. I had to get up early on a Sunday morning to be able to go outside without no one hassling me.”
She nodded. “It’s pretty good.” She turned to the next one. It was a police car parked at a fire hydrant.
“Cops were around a lot in my neighborhood,” he said. “In fact, that’s how we got out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Momma got mugged one afternoon, and someone called the cops for her. A salt n peppa team showed up, and… well, Momma took up with one of ‘em.” He folded his arms behind his head. “We didn’t get along too good at the start. He was always on my ass, because I was the oldest. Always tellin’ me that I had to set the example for my brothers.” His eyes looked far, far away. “Took me to my first ball game, though. And my first football game.” Buckley laughed. “And always on my ass about school.”
He leaned forward “But when I turned fifteen, he sat me down and asked my permission for him to marry Momma.”
Erica stayed silent.
“So, yeah, that’s why I became a cop. He’s not my father, but I became a cop to be like my Dad.”
As Erica leafed through the rest of the images, Buckley told her the story behind it. There were about twenty drawings in all. She could see how his skill and talent grew over the years.
When she got to the last one, Buckley said “My turn!”
“What do you mean?”
He pointed into the living room. “I told you about mine, now tell me about yours.”
He noticed the hesitation in her. “Hey…” he said.
She gave her head a quick shake. “Sure. I mean, no one’s ever asked, is all.”
“I feel ya.” He stood up. “So, let’s go.”
“Okay.” Now it was her hand that had a slight tremor. They crossed over to the wall. The photos hung above the L-shaped sofa set that faced her entertainment center. She picked up a remote and played with the buttons. Soft urban jazz filled the room. She folded her arms in front of her and scanned the wall.
“Take your time…” Buckley cracked.
“Smartass.” Nice ass though. “Okay.” She stepped to the wall and pointed at the poster of the chemical plant. “This one…” And the phone rang.
They both looked over.
“You gonna answer that?” asked Buckley.
“It’ll go to voice mail after five rings; I’ll get it later.”
He reached over and took the phone out of the cradle. “Nahhh, it’s okay. You embarrassed or something that you got a cop over at your place?”
“Don’t be stupid!” she took the phone and glanced at the call display. Oh shit, it was Sherri. She scowled at Buckley and hit answer.
“Hi Sherri, what’s up?”
“Hey, Erica, just checking in— what time you going to be at The Club tomorrow?”
“Umm… I’m not sure if I’m going to make it after all.”
“Ohh… got something going?”
Erica glanced at Buckley. “Well, sort of I guess.”
“Why don’t you bring him?”
“Ummm…”
“Wait a second. He’s there right now, isn’t he?”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m going to ring off. Call me tomorrow and give me all the dish girlfriend! Bye!”
Erica hit end on the phone and silently replaced it in the cradle while Buckley watched her.
“Can I ask who that was?”
“Sure. My friend Sherri. When she realized I had company, she hung up. We were thinking about getting together tomorrow night and she was checking in.”
“Oh. Girls night out? I don’t want to come between you and your friends, baby.”
They were still standing in the room.
“Well, kind of I guess.”
“How about you get together with your girls and I’ll meet you there later?”
“Uhhh… I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Give you a chance to show me off.” He paused. “Wait a second. You be embarrassed to be seen in public with me or something?”
“No! Are you kidding?”
“Then what is it?”
“Umm…” Shit. How would she explain this? Oh damn it. Just put it out there.
“Go on.”
“Well, for starters, it’s not a girl’s night out. It’s a bunch of my friends all getting together.”
“Some kind of party?”
She nodded. “Something like that, yes.”
“So? What’s the matter then? I can come with you.”
“Well… it’d be great if you would… but I don’t know how you’d take it.” She held out a hand. “We never really discussed it yet. Not seriously anyway.”
“Discussed what? You being a white woman and I’m a black man?”
“Buckley would you get off of that? I knew you were African American from the minute we met!” She tried to smile. “It was kind of obvious, you know.”
“Then what is it?”
“Well, Sherri and the gang… we hang out at that club. The G-Spot.”
Buckley’s face dawned with understanding, then clouded. “Oh, that Swingers club you go to.”
Erica nodded.
“So your friend asked if you wanted to out with her tomorrow and get laid.”
“No. She asked if I’d come out to party with our friends.”
“And fuck.”
“Nobody’s under any obligation to have sex at The G-Spot, Buckley.”
He folded his arms. “Oh yeah? You ever been there and not get laid?”
She felt the color drain from her face. This just was god damn unfair. How the hell could she explain this to him?
“Your silence just answered the question, Erica.”
“Now hold on there, Buckley! You don’t know a damn thing about that club, or my friends! And I resent the hell out of you coming off like this! You make it sound… you make me sound cheap!” God damn it.
“Cheap? You go to this club, fuck anyone who’s there, and you’re pissed off at me? Cheap? That’s not the word I was thinking of.” They stood about three feet apart, arms folded, glaring at each other.
“Yeah, I know what word you were thinking of buster. And it’s not like that at all. I’m not like that.” She inhaled and counted to three. “It’s not like that at all. People treat each other with respect. No touching unless permission is granted. I went there first on a dare and I confess, my thoughts at the time were a lot like yours are now.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “For God’s sake, I got groped more on the subway in Chicago that I ever got groped there!”
“Betcha got fucked more there than you ever did on the subway, Erica.” He shrugged. “Maybe, I guess…” his eyes clouded again. “I don’t know though, do I?”
Her head snapped back. “What a filthy thing to imply.” Her heart was thumping in her chest this was so unfair. Who was he to judge her? He really didn’t know anything about her, what her life was like, how hard it was to find a
decent guy. And if she chose to have sex, because she wanted to have sex, at the club…well that was her own damn business. She shook her head.
“I thought you were something special, Timmy.” She smiled sadly. “After what Mike said about me, and it didn’t seem to bother you, I thought you wanted to understand.” She pointed at the door. “You can let yourself out.”
“Now wait a damn…”
“Get the hell out of my house!”
The silence hung. Buckley’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t give a shit if he was embarrassed, angry, sorry, or whatever. After a moment, he turned and walked to the kitchen table and picked up his folio. He turned back to her and she raised her arm, looking in his eye and pointed to the doorway.
When the door clicked behind him she exhaled sharply. “Damn you!” she said, a vicious whisper. “Damn you, Buckley!”
Chapter 24
Buckley was fine for the following week. He had things to do, people to see, good times to have. He was fine. Really. He went back to work on Monday, his schedule was a couple of weeks of night shifts. Night shifts were always good for productivity especially for a plainclothes team.
Which was good. They’d been in plainclothes for two years together now and had solid activity. Another year or two and they’d head over to the Detective unit and be out of patrol altogether.
That week, he and Pennington were hot, a regular Batman and Robin. By Friday night they had three arrests—a stolen car, a break and enter, and an illegal gun. By the following Friday night they were on cruise control; they’d wind up their set of tours and be back at it on Monday night again.
Pennington was a good partner, and a good friend. At the start of the week he was all kinds of curious about how it was going with Erica. Buckley shut that down pretty quick though. When Pennington started asking, Buckley just said ‘Nothin’’ and that was that. They spent the rest of their time in the car shooting the shit about sports, women in general, station house gossip… the usual shit. Yeah, Pennington let it go.
There was no way Buckley was going to tell his partner about the growing stack of nude sketches he had on his kitchen table at his place. He hadn’t done as much work on the female figure up until now. And he only almost called her twice all week. But he was strong—stopping himself from hitting the send button each time.
