Smooth: The Sons of Victor Black: A BWWM Romance

by Cassie Verano

  Wrapping an arm around Madison’s waist, I pulled her away from the wall and closer to me.

  She needed to feel me. How bad I wanted her, how much I needed her, and how ready I was to take her.

  “K...K...Kent,” she whispered on a ragged breath.

  Slowly, my hips gyrated as I pressed my hard cock in between her barely covered ass cheeks. The cotton of her leotard was slowly riding up between her ass cheeks.

  Reaching my hand between her thighs, I closed my eyes at the moist heat that I felt there.

  “It would be nothing for me to undo this leotard and have my way with you,” I whispered in a deep growl in her ear.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  “But, I won’t.”

  “Why?” she whined, bucking her hips back, pressing her ass against my dick.

  “Because I want to make sure you’re ready for what I plan to give you.”

  “I’m ready, KB.”

  “Nah,” I whispered in her ear in a low growl. “Not yet.”

  “I...I’m ready.”

  “No, baby. When you’re ready, you’ll be dripping down your legs before I get inside of you.”

  “Shit quit playing!”

  I released her waist and pushed the back of her head, causing her forehead to rest against the wall. Lowering my head, I licked the nape of her neck down to a perfect little spot between her shoulder blades.

  Madison hissed, arching her back.

  My fingers found their way to the front of her again. Her belly tightened and became a hard rock underneath the gentle touch of my fingers traveling upwards. I could feel her breath hitch in her chest when my fingers reached her nipples.

  “Little breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. I wonder how hard I can make your nipples with a flicker of my tongue,” I asked.

  She moved her hand from the wall, grabbing at the rounded collar of her leotard. Maybe she’d released her breast; perhaps she hadn’t. I wouldn’t know. I was down on my knees, between her legs, licking her inner thighs, watching in pleasure as she dropped a bit.

  My hand traced a wide path over the crotch of her leotard, before drawing backward to squeeze her ass cheeks. Still on my knees, I parted them, watching as the cotton disappeared completely between her cheeks like a thong.

  Opening my mouth, I bit her left ass cheek, basking in the moan she released before moving to the right. As my teeth sunk into her flesh, I shifted my left thumb inside of her leotard, searching for her hole.

  Jackpot! I thought as my thumb slipped inside of her ass.

  The loud gasp she released satisfied me. My ring and middle fingers slid inside of her pussy. Using my index and pinky finger to grip her, I began massaging inside of her pussy and ass using the thumb, ring, and middle fingers.

  “Kent!” she screamed to the top of her lungs as she beat her fist against the wall.

  “You like that, Mads?”

  “Mmhmm,” she whimpered.

  “Just imagine what I’d feel like inside of you.”

  I smiled as she worked her hips, gasping, and moaning. Just when she was on the verge of a climax, I removed my fingers and rested them on her hips. I took a couple of steps back.

  Madison spun around, her eyes alight with desire and need. “Don’t stop!” she hissed.

  “Don’t stop what?”

  “Making me feel good,” she moaned, her hands massaging her breasts.

  “It doesn’t come for free,” I said, hitching my thumb on the waistband of my basketball shorts.

  “Huh?”

  “I don’t go around making women feel good for no reason at all. You’ve gotta give something to get something,” I said.

  Madison’s eyes dropped, and I knew she could see the soft thatch of brownish-blonde hair peeking above my waistband. My eyes remained on her face, watching her every move.

  The slight flare of her nostrils, the widening of her eyes, and the quick flicker of her pink tongue when it licked her lips were all indicators she wanted me.

  Walking close to her again, I grabbed her hair, jerking her head back and licking the base of her neck. Madison’s hips jutted forward, pressing her pelvis against my dick.

  I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said that shit wasn’t getting to me. But I had to stress mind over matter if I wanted to achieve my goal. And my goal was that Madison would be begging me before it was all said and done.

  I’m not cruel. But once we went down this road, there’d be no turning back. And I had to make sure Madison wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  Gripping her neck with one hand, I rubbed my thumb in tiny circles at the hollow of her neck and rubbed my dick against her.

  Madison bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes. I pumped up against her a few more times before pulling back.

  “Shit!” she moaned.

  I continued teasing her, just enough to get her riled up. Each time she got deep into it, I pulled back.

  Leaning in, I kept her pinned against the wall with one hand and licked the corner of her mouth. When her tongue flicked out, I licked all around it with my own.

  My other hand rubbed between her thighs, checking her temperature. She was getting there, but she wasn’t quite ready yet. I could feel the heat and moisture, but she wasn’t quite dripping yet.

  Releasing her, I stepped back, my hands behind my back. Madison’s eyes flew open when my body heat disappeared.

  “Turn around,” I ordered.

  She obeyed.

  “Stick your ass out.”

  She did.

  I walked up to her and undid her leotard. Kneeling, I rubbed my nose against her soft moistness before gliding my nose down her inner thigh.

  “Please,” she cried out in a high-pitched voice.

  “Uh-uh,” I said, before standing again.

  I grabbed her ass cheeks and rubbed them back and forth against one another as my tongue slid down the exposed part of her spine. As she pushed back, I stepped back again and turned her around to face me.

  Lowering to my knees again, I used feather-light touches of my eyelashes and nose in between her thighs. I drew closer to her pussy without touching it.

  “Don’t move,” I ordered when she tried to lower herself to my touch.

  I blew my breath all around her vulva, hovering over her clit and lips without touching it. Madison’s hips were working in circles as she tried to push herself against my mouth.

  I stood and shook my head at her. “Not yet,” I murmured as my lips trailed along the side of her neck.

  She shuddered underneath the warmth of my breath on the fine hairs of her neck.

  “Are you fucking afraid?” she asked as I palmed her pubic mound, folding my fingers over her vulva. Slowly and gently, I began rubbing her, steadily increasing the pressure I applied and the pace as I kept up with the rhythm of her hips.

  I laughed. “Afraid of what?”

  “Fucking me,” she purred.

  I chuckled. “You think I’m afraid to fuck you?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped as my rhythm picked up some more.

  “I promise you...I’m not afraid,” I said, capturing her lips with mine. I suckled on them for a few beats before letting go.

  “Then why won’t you fuck me?”

  “I didn’t think you wanted me, Mads.”

  My head dived. I pinched her nipples through the cotton of her leotard with my teeth.

  Madison’s leg jerked up, wrapping tightly around my hip and pulling me into her.

  “Fuck me, Kent. Please, fuck me,” she cried out, grabbing my head and lifting it.

  My mouth clamped down over hers, sucking her tongue as my fingers teased her nipples, causing them to become engorged.

  I needed her to beg because my dick was hurting in my shorts. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d last. Especially not with her jerking my pants down, grabbing my dick in her cool hands.

  Tugging myself from her hands, I took a step back and pulled my shorts up again.

  “Na
h, I don’t want to ruin our friendship. You mean too much to me,” I said, leaning in to kiss Madison on the forehead.

  Madison’s eyes widened as she reached a hand out to me.

  “If you walk away from me, Kent. That’s going to ruin our friendship. Fuck me! Fuck me, Kent!” Madison pleaded, grabbing my dick through the cotton of my basketball shorts.

  I quit playing and stared into her eyes.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Please,” she murmured, pulling her leotard off and tossing it to the floor.

  Before the material could land on the floor good, I had Madison’s back against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist as I walked us out of the room and into my bedroom.

  CHAPTER 16 – MADISON

  Tricked. That’s what he’d done. Kent had tricked my horny ass into falling into his bed. Because I don’t know how I went from sitting on a chair listening to him play his ass off to him with his head down between my legs eating me out like a hungry bear coming out of hibernation.

  “Fuucck!” I screamed, pushing my hips down as Kent’s head bobbed up and down as he ravished me.

  He was famished because I had cum, but he wasn’t letting up. Kent’s tongue and lips were devouring me. And I was raining all over his lips and into the scruff of his beard and mustache.

  I was surprised he’d finally let his beard grow out. It was sexy as hell on him and turned me on.

  My thighs tightened around Kent’s head as I cried out. His large hands peeled my legs away from his face. He lifted, his broad shoulder expanding left to right.

  With his mouth wide open, his tongue licked me from top to bottom before he stood.

  I lay on the bed, thinking about what was happening as I watched him tug his basketball shorts down along with his underwear.

  Damn! There was talk about the Black brothers’ endowment, but shit! Baby Black was packing one lethal weapon. I somehow had forgotten since the last time.

  Several seconds passed, and it hadn’t happened.

  I waited, worrying it would consume me within a matter of moments during sex.

  But even as I watched him sheath himself the guilt, the doubt, nor the stark fear I expected did not arise.

  No guilt over the fact it hadn’t been that long since I’d broken up with Steve.

  No doubt about the decision I was making and how far I’d gone.

  No stark fear I would lose my best friend.

  No, I was sure about what I was doing and welcomed Kent with my legs spread wide and arms making room for him.

  Mesmerizing. That’s what Kent’s green eyes were.

  My hands reached up, tousling that perfect quiff of his, loving how soft the silky strands felt between my fingers. I cupped his face, slowly drawing over the semi-soft hairs of his mustache and beard.

  Kent suckled my finger right between those barely there pink lips of his. Right into his hot mouth.

  “Kent,” I moaned, shifting my hips underneath him, growing excited as his rigid penis poked me.

  Releasing my finger from his mouth, he brushed his lips softly against mine.

  “I want you, Mads. But I only want you if you’re sure you want me. Cuz once we do this, there’s no turning back.”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Kent.”

  There were no more words. Kent shifted and entered me with a deep groan, those soft green eyes piercing right through to my soul. Kent looked as if he were about to cry, but then his gaze narrowed, and his mouth dropped open as if he’d found what he’d been searching for.

  My legs fell sideways, no longer wrapped around him as my body stretched to accommodate his girth.

  Within that one brisk movement, I understood what women meant about “he won’t fit.” It wasn’t a technical thing, because obviously if we could push out babies, we could take a nine or ten-inch dick inside of us.

  No, this was different. This was, he-won’t-fit-inside-and-allow-me-to-breathe-comfortably. That wasn’t a possibility because Kent was snatching the life out of me.

  He was stealing every breath.

  He was corrupting every thought.

  He was slipping into my soul.

  Who was this man? This lover of my body, this giver of pleasure.

  He was buried to the hilt; he was in so deep. I was practicing breathing to make sure I didn’t pass out.

  “Mads...” he breathed as he buried his face in my hair.

  “Yes, Kent?” I moaned.

  “Slippery when wet,” he groaned, circling his hips.

  My cavern was stroked from one wall to the next. I’d become Kent’s playground as he took his time, slipping in and out of me, kissing my neck, lips, breasts, squeezing my thighs, and dipping in once again.

  Kent flipped our bodies, positioning himself underneath me. My head lowered, licking his light brown nipple, the size of a dime. My hand rubbed his other nipple.

  A hiccup of breath escaped from me when he slid his finger into my asshole. I pushed back against his finger as my tongue continued to swirl around his nipple while pinching the other one.

  My lower lips flexed, pulsing, wanting in on the action. Slowly, I lifted myself, so I could slide down Kent’s pole, careful not to break the connection with his finger and my asshole, nor my mouth to his nipple.

  Kent slipped his finger out of me and grabbed my hips firmly. Lifting me, he pushed my hips back down while slamming himself inside of me.

  “Shit!” I screamed, biting my lip at the pain he set off inside of me.

  But he wasn’t done. He did it several more times before I wiggled free from his grasp. Turning around with my back to him, I slid down his dick once more. Leaning forward, I bounced my ass up and down on Kent.

  Pleased when he groaned, I picked up the pace, my ass slapping as it came down on him.

  “Come here,” he grumbled, lifting me once again and laying me on my back.

  Kent hovered over me, kissing me slowly before he entered me gently, in a way I didn’t know that he possessed.

  His hands were everywhere at once. As though he couldn’t believe he was touching me like this. I know he had to be feeling that way because I couldn’t believe he was touching me like that.

  Kent Black.

  My best friend.

  Now my cut buddy.

  No, scratch that. Because how could I settle for sex when Kent’s body was telling mine that this was deeper than sex. Some other level shit.

  But my heart warned me it couldn’t be any more than that. After all, this was Kent Black. He was no good—a male whore.

  I mean, yeah, he did his shit in the business world, but he left a messy trail of broken hearts scattered on a reckless path in his private life. And I’d added myself to that trail.

  “Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted you like this again?” he growled in my ear, lifting one of my legs in the air as he lifted.

  “Uh-uh,” I murmured.

  Kent grabbed my other foot in his right hand and spread my legs apart. He bared his teeth, flared his nostrils, and roared.

  Yes, he fucking roared.

  And it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Kent tossed his head back, that Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his body one long, lean muscle.

  Just the sight of him between my legs like that, had me shuddering. There was no holding back the second orgasm he’d dug from my body within the last hour. So, I didn’t fight it. Just gave him what I’d wanted to give.

  When he finished, Kent still held my feet in the air, legs spread wide apart. I watched as sweat shone in a subtle sheen down the middle of his chest.

  His perfect abs were rising up and down.

  Finally, he collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, the dark descending outside.

  Slowly, Kent rolled off me and onto his back. Reaching around me with one arm, he pulled me into his embrace.

  His eyes searched for answers. I wasn’t sure what to expect next. But I wouldn’t cry about it or com
plain. I’d be woman enough to stand up to the situation I’d willingly walked into.

  “You know what this means?” he whispered against my lips.

  “No.”

  “You’re mine now. There’s no turning back.”

  CHAPTER 17 – KENT

  “Where are we going?” she asked as she hopped into the car.

  Madison’s brilliant smile lifted my heart. I was used to her smiling in my presence, but to know that she was spending time with me. As my woman. Well, that shit did something else to me.

  Today was our first official date as a couple, and I didn’t want to go overboard, but I’d planned something cool.

  I glanced at her attire as I joined her in the car, satisfied she’d listened to my advice on attire.

  A short denim skirt, black and white striped cotton shirt, and a pair of black espadrilles adorned her feet. She glanced at me from over the tops of her sunglasses. I knew she was trying to see my eyes because I could see hers through her sunglasses.

  Smirking, I pushed the large straw hat to the back of her head and pressed my lips against hers.

  “I won’t kiss you until you tell me where we’re going,” she said, turning her head away.

  “Fine, suit yourself. You’ll be disappointed you wasted all these kisses on trying to be mad,” I teased.

  She shook her head, pursed her lips, and turned her gaze out of the window.

  “Seriously? You’re going to act like that just because I want to surprise you, baby?”

  “I just want to know where you’re hauling me off to. You could be kidnapping me for all I know. And by the way, what’s up with you telling me not to wear perfume?” she asked, turning to face me again.

  I struggled to keep the smile from my lips that wanted to take over.

  “Right now, we’re heading to the helipad to catch a short flight, but I’m not telling you anything else.”

  “Why?”

  “Damn, you were chill as hell as a friend. Now that you’ve become my woman, you’re hard to please,” I teased.

  “I’m not your woman,” she said saucily.

  I stopped the car in the middle of traffic. Although cars were blowing all around, I didn’t give a shit.