“Whoa…” She grinned as her body swayed before she caught her balance. And then, she simply sat… thinking… thinking… thinking…
Finally, her inquisitive nature was paying off in the most delicious way possible… Nick. Her body felt alive in ways she hadn’t experienced in so long.
How unexpected for this man to fill her head space so completely, so beautifully. To make her yearn for a human touch.
To make her want to fuck.
What a drastic, scrumptious, unplanned change… Did she want this? Could she do it? For the longest time, she’d been caught as a prisoner of herself, vying to break free. She let no one close enough to know her.
So she wondered where they’d all go from here…
Nick, where are you taking me?
What am I doing? Can I go through with this?
I can’t give part of myself, I have to give fully. I didn’t think this through! What about the fine details? What is he going to do or say when he sees the real me?
Panic struck her as the frantic thoughts took over, darkening her mood. She knew what was to come, and in that, she settled, rocked a bit in her seat. She swallowed her budding trepidation, made a vow right then and there to not care but she knew she was only lying to herself. Tonight could very likely be an emotional disaster, but she had to test him, and examine herself in the process too. Besides, this was bigger than her worries, issues. She had to let go…step out on the scarred truth and cling to faith. This time, she’d help someone enter a safe zone, for he had none, and he was lost.
She couldn’t leave the man out in the cold. Nick needed someone to talk to.
She’d be that someone.
As she moved about her small room, cozy and well decorated, she placed AA Energizers inside of her battery-operated candles. She was up to no damn good, too, and barely felt ashamed. She smirked at the notion as she sashayed about in her over-sized black tank top with the Batman emblem and polka dot boy shorts. Since the man had hemmed her up against a tree that was covered in snow and ice and heated the inside of her mouth with his warm, long tongue, she hadn’t stopped fantasizing about what it would feel like to sit atop his throne, and ride that fucker like an L.A. Beach wave.
…Oh, how she missed summers in California for vacation…
SURF’S UP!
I hope he doesn’t have a little dick. I’m so sick of little dicks… Please have at least 6 1/2 inches! Is that too much to ask? Can you at least be average?! All these little dick mothafuckas…and then they have the nerve to talk shit. That’s what gets me. I was real with them, honest, let them know that we couldn’t continue. A few took it in stride but some drove it to another level. They tried it, yes, the fuck they did!
That football player was the worst! I won’t even say his name… San Diego Chargers, my ass. The only thing he was chargin’ was my front door when I told him to get the hell out. It felt like I was being fucked with a dumdum sucker, only not nearly as sweet. They can call me a hairless bitch now all they want, I don’t give a damn. And the cancer jokes don’t mean shit to me, either. Nothing is off limits, not even my damn disease, and that’s fine because I discovered a long time ago that people are truly fucked up. Besides, I can’t be mad about what is true… I AM bald headed. That’s a fact, and that bastard’s cock being the length and width of a millipede was a fucking fact, too!
It’s like the smaller the cock, the bigger the asshole. Overcompensation! Putting memes about me all over social media… I could have been petty and lashed out, even posted pics of their shit. Well, guess what? Hair grows back. But you’re grown, mothafucka. That little ass short stumpy dick is forever…
She angrily opened up a small drawer, then quickly calmed after her uneasy jaunt down the lane of her dating past. Fact of the matter was, she’d been hurt—badly—and she recognized it as such, but refused to dwell on that emotion, for it had a low return. No, she needed to be paid for her damn time. She’d lost so-called friends and lovers during her ordeal, and it almost had her ache more than the cancer that ravished her body and tried to steal her joy and spirit.
“Ahhh, there it is!” Reaching inside, she removed two white and green floral printed Dixie cups, several packs of sugar, and a canister of Country-Time Lemonade. She sat on her bed, waiting for the sexy bastard to arrive. She watched the clock like a hawk, surprised at how nervous she’d suddenly become as the time drew closer and closer. Running her thumb up and down her inner palm, she felt the clamminess of her skin. And then, the time came… A shadow darken her door at exactly 2:04 A.M.…
Nick’s timing was always impeccable. He was one of the few residents that always arrived a couple of minutes early for group, classes, and activities. He often volunteered to help clean up, and set up and assist with demonstrations. The man dove into his treatment headfirst, and she was impressed by his dedication.
She heard the doorknob twist and a meager stream of light basked the room, spilling over to her. He entered and quickly closed the door behind himself, not saying one damn word.
So there the man stood, tall, looming and dressed in a black hoodie with matching black jogging pants, moving as quietly as could be. For a split second, she was no longer certain it was him, for he said nothing, and avoided eye contact altogether.
…Let me see those bluish gray eyes… The storm…
“Nick?” she whispered, suddenly sitting up as a tinge of fear struck her deep within her core. Was it that creepy guard? The one they’d just hired? He kept ogling her, licking his lips when he walked past her as if he were famished and she were something to sop up with a buttery biscuit. Or maybe it was Desmond, the retired Sunday schoolteacher and choir director who was now a patient. That persistent son of a bitch wouldn’t take no for an answer. No, it couldn’t be Desmond; the man wasn’t that tall, and he had an annoying habit of humming all the time, a collection of old Negro spirituals. Why stop now?
“Yeah…it’s me.” He removed his hoodie and looked down at her, making her feel tiny, and a bit helpless…weak, yet strong…protected, yet vulnerable. Had he grown? His height made her groin roil and salute him with wet appreciation.
“Boy!” She punched her bed angrily, snatching her sexual excitement by the throat, and throwing it overboard. “Why’d you crawl in here like that? All stooped over like the Hunchback of Notre Dame?! You can see I only have these three candles going,” she said, pointing to her left. “And you come in here like the damn candy man, tiptoeing about, not saying anything, about to open your mouth and let a swarm of bees come get me. I’m allergic to bee stings! I thought I was going to have to karate chop somebody!” She fought the urge to laugh at her own antics, but she meant what she said.
Why’d he do that?!
He burst out laughing, then covered his mouth, his eyes all big like a child’s while hiding in a closet. Giggling, she fell back onto her pillow.
“You watch too many horror movies.” He sighed as he bent down and removed his sneakers.
“Now, come on over here and sit down…” She patted the bed beside her, feeling like a dirty little pervert as she tried to make out the bastard’s dick imprint. But, he was moving too much, the room was dark, and his pants too baggy. She now hated his pants…
I’m a predator. This man has come to me for help, and here I am preparing to seduce him… I am not worth a damn.
She cracked up at herself as he got comfortable beside her, so comfortable that he wore a twisted smirk dipped in a smidgen of haughtiness. He leaned back against her, using her shoulder as a pillow, forcing her back against her small headboard.
“Oh, make yourself at home,” she said, laughing lightly. “You are a mess.”
“I am.” His teeth gleamed when he raised his head to look her over with a grin, thumbed the tip of her nose with his index finger. “Yeah, this is nice…” His deep voice vibrated through her as he lay back against her. His heavy weight pushed against her body like he needed her to keep him up, hold him up, love him up…
Running her fingers through his soft hair, she cleared her throat and shifted her head to stare into the man’s eyes. “Are you procrastinating?”
“A little…”
“Well, I think at this point it’s like ripping off a Band-Aid. Just tear that joker off and get it over with.” She continued to stroke his hair, slowly, slowly, slowly…
He crawled up her body a bit further; the intensity in his eyes caused her heart to pound a bit harder.
“Uh…” Weakly, she pushed her palms against his broad shoulder blades, trying to keep a semblance of a gap between their bodies. He felt so damn heavy and hard—like a mass of iron across her form—and it surprised the hell out of her. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re supposed to be reading that letter to me…” She tried to sound convincing, squeaking out the words in a very special, artificial way.
“Why don’t you…” His lust-filled eyes roamed her body, taking in inventory as he scanned her up and down, then he slicked his tongue seductively against his lower lip. “…Help me relax a bit?” He sighed as he pinned her down as if she were his property, then laid a gentle kiss across her lower cheek, contradicting his commanding hold upon her. He kissed the tip of her nose, offering a sensuous smile. “I’m so worked up. I don’t think I can read the letter right now…” He moaned as his fingertips gently stroked her arm.
“Mmmm…” he knocked her legs apart with his knee, securing his position as his narrow hips and long legs made themselves comfy between her thighs.
“I can, uh…fix you a drink to help you relax.” An air of huskiness caught in her throat as she toyed with the man a bit, delaying what she knew she needed just as much as him.
Without further ado, he rose from her, his dark brows bunched up like Oscar’s from Sesame Street. “What? You have a what?!” His anger was unmistakable, and he seemed to dance around with the notion of disappointment and utter disbelief, too.
“No!” She laughed, shaking her head, finally catching on to the source of his reaction. “Not that type of drink, crazy!” She pointed across the way. “I’ve got some lemonade! Alcohol free!”
He looked over to her little display she’d set out just so and his shoulders slumped as a look of relief took him over, a wicked smile paired with it, too.
“Oh…you had me worried for a second. I’m sorry.” After a moment or two of silence, his tempestuous eyes hooded but the covetousness and deep desire within them lingered, alert and fully awake. He leisurely traced her skin with his index finger, journeying along her arms and shoulders, working her up, giving her goosebumps from his mere touch. “I don’t want any lemonade, baby. I kinda got a taste for something else…”
Nick fell back upon her, kissing her up and down her neck, forcing a series of light laughs to roll from between her lips as, ‘Dance Yrself Clean’ by LCD Soundsystem played. She cocooned him close, wrapping her body around his as if he were that damn tree where he’d stolen their first kiss. “So thirsty…” he whispered as his pelvis moved against hers, more and more demanding.
“Oh really?” Brow raised in jest, she kissed him back, tiny, sweet pecks sprinkled across his beautiful face, relishing the moment. “And you think I’m serving what you hunger for, huh?” She smirked up at him, egging him on.
“Oh, I know you have everything I need on your menu, baby.” He slicked his tongue inside of her mouth as he ushered his hands under her body, lifting her up from the sheets in a swift, hard embrace, forcing her onto his lap until they ended up both sitting up and facing one another, her legs wrapped around him.
“Mmmmm.” She moaned against his lips, loving how his strong body surged hard against her own. He worked his tongue alongside hers, inviting her to a delicious dance of oral tango as his arms and hands urgently brushed against her back. With grace, she accepted his love by wrapping her arms around his neck, encircling his body with an eager embrace while her legs surrounded his waist. She relaxed against him; his upper thighs became her seat and the man sent her there…drove her to fever pitch.
And then, he paused.
Looking into one another’s eyes, they fell in deep.
“Hey…” His lips widened in a roguish grin.
“Hey yourself…” She smiled back.
“So, you know that they uh, they tested us for everything in here. I don’t have anything.”
“I know. I took a look at your chart in the nurse’s station the second week you were here.” He grinned and shook his head in disbelief. “You need to watch your cholesterol… must be all that bacon you eat,” she added.
“You little, sneaky ass woman!” he joked.
“Uh, uh, now,” She shook her finger in his face. “Don’t get mad because I’m in the know.” He burst out laughing and pulled her closer to him. “And you are free to look at my records, too. I had a little thing called cancer… No biggie. It’s gone, at least for now.” She held his gaze, didn’t flinch.
“Cancer’s not contagious.” He winked at her. “And I’m so glad you’re in remission. You’ve been doing well…your last MRI showed no signs of active cancer cells.”
She gave him a quizzical glance.
“Yeah… you’re not the only one that reads around here!”
“Oh my God! The security in this damn place isn’t worth shit!” She laughed harder, but he squelched her uproar by pressing his lips briefly into her own.
“It was there, on Frieda’s desk, so I helped myself is all.”
She smiled into his lips as he claimed another kiss.
“And…what about pregnancy? Are you taking anything?” He laid another kiss along her cheek, this one more urgent.
“I’m not on any birth control because of the other medication I have to take, and there is possibly a link between—”
“Yeah…” His smile faded. “You don’t need to say it. I figured as much.” She didn’t miss the disappointment that crossed his face.
“Right, so… there are no condoms in this place for obvious reasons.” She swallowed and shrugged, then held him tighter. “I don’t even know if I can get pregnant anyway, Nick. It’s all up in the air.”
…Don’t go, baby…
“Well, I can pull out.” He smiled at her as he caressed her chin.
“Nick…” She chuckled lightly. “Come on now.”
“I can, I’m serious.” His brows furrowed as if he were a tad insulted. “I know when it’s about that time. I mean, yeah, there’s always a risk.” His eyes hooded. “I want you so badly, baby… Please don’t make me wait any longer. I promise to be careful!”
She kissed him with all of her might as her passion exploded. Their mutual caresses increased in intensity, each one more heated than the last. He grinded and twisted against her, dancing, pushing his groin into her at each pass. He groaned into her mouth as they worked one another up. Before she knew it, Nick pulled away from her, and laid her down as gently as a baby in a crib. Everything appeared soft and pillowy around her, damn near enchanting.
He reached for his hoodie, pulled it off him and cast it aside, messing his hair a bit. Lifting her ass from the bed, she reached down for her shorts and removed them, tossing them alongside his sweater on the floor. She relinquished all control and opened her thighs, inviting him to take a peek at the core of her desire. First though, he removed his undershirt and then went for the elastic band of his pants, his gaze glued to her zone. He bit into his lower lip and smiled, giving her the stamp of approval.
When he chucked his pants across the room, something fell hard to the floor. What that could have been, she didn’t know nor care for before she knew it, warmth surrounded her in the way he stared into her eyes, with the anticipation of soon being within her…
With eager hands, he explored her body, taking his time, and she clamped her eyes closed, almost swallowing her damn self as he roamed over her chest. She couldn’t help but breathe a bit faster, harder, squirm in his grip. She wanted to escape, to run from her own flesh…the same flesh that
made her practically rich, then betrayed her and stole her dreams away.
“Hey…” he panted, damn near out of breath. His hair stuck up in odd places, giving her a focal point. She wanted to look anywhere but in his damn eyes…not those eyes the color of life right after the typhoon… the ones that told the truth even when his mouth probably lied time and time again… “What’s going on?” he forced out.
She turned away, her cheek pushed into her pillow. Now all she saw was the damn wall that her bed was pushed up against… Flat, bare, and void just like her. She dared herself to look him in the eye.
“I…I don’t want you to touch me there.”
His head cocked to the side ever so slightly and his brows dipped in bewilderment. She turned away from him once again.
“Touch you there? Where? Your breasts?” His breathing remained jagged, uneven.
“Yes.”
“Why not?” He swallowed harshly.
Instead of just saying okay, and making love to her, the bastard had to push the issue! She should’ve known he wouldn’t just let the shit go…
“…Because I don’t like it, okay?” Her heart rate accelerated as the anxiety deep within her mounted and grew, spreading like weeds in a garden.
“Let me see you, Taryn.” He rose up on his knees and slid his hand across the top of his boxer shorts, adjusting them just so.
“You can see me.”
“Don’t play games with me,” he said in a deep, stern voice that made her throat rumble. “You know what I mean.”
She said nothing, only turned away.
This shit isn’t going as planned! Everything is falling apart.
Before she knew it, the man yanked her up off the bed.
“What are you doing?!” She protested in an angry whisper, not wishing to draw attention to the forbidden with a loud outcry. “Let go of me!” She writhed and twisted about, but he was too strong… much too strong.
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