In the Nick of Time

by Laveen, Tiana

  “Uhhh…”

  They floated somewhere far away that only the two of them could see, feel, and believe. Her soul climbed inside of his, and his inside of hers, and she felt bubbly within, effervescent all over. His lips, slightly ajar, were simply beautiful… and then his eyes… Unable to resist, she sucked on his top lip, claiming it.

  Claiming him.

  He’s mine…all mine…

  He kissed her back, rougher, harder, his lips fervently moving against hers in their tangled muddle of an embrace. But then suddenly, he snatched her from the bed, knocking over things, odds and ends, causing a tumble. His abrupt movement bunched the zebra print throw rug she so adored. Standing in the middle of the tiny room, with him inside her, they inhaled each other’s gasps of pleasure, blended and became one.

  “Ahhh…ahhhh!” Bouncing her up and down on his slick, bowed shaft, he gripped her ass with both hands, and she held on.

  “Mmmmmm! Do you know what you do to me?!” Streams of sweat poured down his face as he lost himself, but she found him… and claimed the man as her own. Jostling her back and forth, up and down, her pumped pussy brushed against the soft tickle of his pubic hair at each forceful, upward thrust. Her pussy was spread to the limit, a dull, delicious pain from his entry and continued pounding plunges with no end in sight. Her nectar ran steadily down his shaft, making a slippery mess of things as he continued to glide in and out of her, making her dripping hole do tight lipped, liquefied laps.

  “Uhhhhh!!! Never gonna give you up!” His eyes hooded, he began to fade from her, a distant smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes shimmering brighter. Striding with her across the room, he pushed her harshly against the wall.

  “Ahhh…” Her lips parted, searching for the right words as she framed his face with the palms of her hands. “Boy…” She grinned wide as if she’d received a gift…for she had. “All I can…say is…” She took a deep breath; her pulsating pussy barely allowed her to breathe, let alone talk. “…You know you belong to me, right?”

  This man doesn’t know who he is fucking with. You’re not just going to come in here and tell me you love me, treat me how you did, love me down and make love to me like this and just walk away. I’m staking my claim. YOU’RE MINE…

  His face growing hard, showing his strain, he continued to drive into her.

  “I’m yours? Shit, baby,” he slurred, “You’re late to the party. I already said you were mine! I was born a monster, and you are supposed to soothe this savage beast!” And then he lunged hard within her, causing her to belt out a scream that he quickly squelched with the palm of his sweaty hand as he continued to rock hard within her, driving her up and down the fucking wall. She trembled against him; her pussy sighed and cried and her inner thighs were sticky and wet, coated in soaked gratitude.

  “Shit! I’m going to feel this in the morning!” She fell into the incredible sensations as her entire body went haywire… He was shutting…her…down!

  He held her up like a framed work of art as he drove himself in and out of her, panting, calves tightening and relaxing, manly grunts and sweat glistening against his pores. For a split second, her man, her Hercules, looked broken, as if he were losing himself. She smiled within and outwardly too, for she could see he didn’t have much longer. He strained against her; a vein on the side of his face protruded and then a push of warm air expelled from his mouth…

  The helpless thing gasped, “Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!”

  He sounded as if he’d come up for air after a long, hard swim. She admired his fortitude, but being the woman that she had designed herself to be, she pushed him further…pulled the trigger. Like a maniacal terror, she twisted her waist and hips against his form, thrusting and rocking against the wall, rotating and squeezing her kegel muscles, tightening and massaging his cock in her devious and seductive way.

  I’m going to get it up out of him… I’m going to get it!

  “Uhhhhh! Oh…God…what are you doing?!” he gasped, seemingly both pissed and pleased with her little display.

  “You’re dragging it out…trying to stay in me longer…”

  “If you felt what I felt right now, you’d try to stay inside you longer, too…ahhhhh! Damn you, Taryn!” She squeezed again, causing the man to buckle. He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder as if he’d been shot in the damn back. “Taryn…shit.” He laughed lightly.

  “I’m yours…”

  Then he began to thrust again, rotating just right as he grinded gently against her swollen clit. Like a calm zephyr, he nestled closer to her and blew warm air against her neck as if his breath were a heated collar. He graced her throat with gasps and soft moans, and layered her with whispers. Without warning, she clutched his ass, kept him steady, in place…unable to get away.

  “Stay inside me, baby… I want to feel you!”

  He paused, as if giving careful consideration…

  His deliberations took a moment, and then a moment more. She’d undone him, for with no notice or warning, he bit into her neck ever so gently, muffling his roar…but she still heard the brute loud and clear as he lunged hard within her, shaking and shivering, when warm liquid began to shoot inside her over and over again.

  “Uhhhhh!” She gripped him hard as he kept his head down, nurtured him as he twisted and grunted and his fingers dug into the curve of her ass. “Uhhh! Oh God! Oh God! There’s more!” He withdrew and pushed deep inside of her again, undoubtedly relieving himself of his stress, his rage, his pent up desires to have her just this way…

  As if he were a wounded bird, she gently kissed his sweaty forehead, sealing her love with a peck of pure affection. She ran gentle fingers through his thicket of soft, dark hair. His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy as his nostrils expelled heated air against her collarbone. The gleam from his teeth grabbed her attention for some odd reason. She just kept staring at them, smelling his salty flesh perfumed with a dash of cologne. A droplet of sweat collected in his Cupid’s bow while he remained throbbing inside her. His black eyelashes glistened, webbed with tears he’d never shed before. She just kept holding him tighter, until he’d settled, until she was certain he was okay, safe…

  After a few moments, he released her, carried her over to her bed, and laid her down as if she were being prepared for some grand Emperor. It tickled her so. Soon, he covered her body with his, Tugging at the bunched sheets, he didn’t utter a word. Rather, he sluggishly wrapped the things around their bodies, protecting her with his inferno, and his love, cocooning them from the cruel world. She observed the man’s eyes flutter a time or two, and within a matter of minutes, his harsh breathing turned calm as he drifted asleep, hugging her tight with his head on her chest. She traced his ear over and over again, wishing that they never had to part, wishing that they were fully recovered, could get dressed and walk out together, hand in hand. He’d now become one of her new goals…

  Yeah…

  Reason #762 to stay the course until the end…

  Chapter Eleven

  Nick plucked the sheets back and opened one sleepy eye while the other remained clamped down as if adhered with a paperclip. His muscles were stiff, sore, as if he’d had a good work out at the gym, but no, that couldn’t be. He hadn’t been to the on-site gym facility in a week; it was part of his protest, his declaration for an internal anarchy. Suddenly aware of his surroundings, the truth of the matter sank in…

  …This isn’t my room…

  He looked down at the woman nestled between the sheets, wrapped up tight and cozy.

  Oh good. It wasn’t a dream…

  His lips curved in an appreciative smile.

  …She’s adorable.

  For once in his life, it felt good to find a ‘strange’ woman in the bed…

  Shit, I didn’t pull out… but she asked me not to…she wanted me to cum inside her. But, it should have been up to me to be strong, to do what’s best for her… How could I be so weak? Why? Maybe I’m over-thinking things… The reality of the si
tuation is I wanted her as badly as, if not more than, she wanted me. What if I put her at risk, though? She did say the chemo may have lessoned her chances of getting pregnant. Hmmm, we’ll have to talk more about this later. Damn, I love her so much…

  A portion of her body revealed itself from the waist upward, like a delectable candy bar that was partially unwrapped, ready to be savored. He peered at her a bit closer, and smiled that much wider.

  …That’s my baby…

  He was used to disappointment and setting himself up for self-imposed disaster. Something as beautiful as what he’d experienced that evening he’d initially assumed was a figment of his wild, sober imagination. He hadn’t simply had sex this time around; he’d made love. He’d been thirsting after the girl as if she were a one-of-a-kind cocktail—no…something better, something that felt good and was good for him. Her eyelids fluttered, and she shifted around, turning slightly away. He focused on her lips, then trailed his gaze up to her closed eyes, and finally her head covered in small, shiny curls…

  Hair.

  My hair grows so damn fast. I’m always behind on getting my haircuts.

  He scratched his scalp, feeling the loose waves falling over his fingers as he continued to stare at her, falling deeper into his deliberations.

  I should grow my hair out right along with her… Yeah, I’m going to grow my hair out, then cut it off and donate it in her honor, for kids that have cancer… That’s what I’m gonna do…

  He begrudgingly turned away from the exquisite sight before him, stifled a yawn, and looked around for his clothing. Rising from the bed, he picked up the pieces here and there, then looked down at the little tray she’d prepared with the Dixie cups next to the small plastic pitcher of lemonade. He chuckled as he traced the rim with his fingertip, then looked up at her wall, his mind volleying with various thoughts. He walked slowly over to it, placed his hand on his hip, and looked at the perfectly hung mirrors, album covers, and the pictures of her decked in beautiful gowns and swimwear on the covers of so many magazines.

  Damn… you’re big time, baby… I just made love to a real life super model…

  He chuckled, his ego stroked good and hard. He wasn’t in the mood to try and fool himself, act like the notion didn’t turn him on.

  What are these?

  Something else caught his eye. Two pencil sketches hanging on the same wall, a little haphazardly. He was struck by their beauty, their precision.

  I wonder who drew these? I bet it was her… She’s always doodling.

  He looked at the bottom for a name, a signature—nothing at all but smudges.

  Suddenly, Taryn stirred, stretched and turned, pushing the sheets further down her body and exposing a physique with deeply defined muscles, a smooth yet blemished chest that he respected and loved, long limbs that made him shudder when he replayed in his mind what she could do…

  Fucking. Stunning.

  …and the woman looked like she should be on the cover of FIT Magazine, too.

  “Damn…” He was so impressed with her, he had to say the shit out loud.

  She laughed lightly and sluggishly opened her eyes. “What are you cursing about, huh?” she asked around a smile, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

  “Just looking at how unbelievably sexy you are… Around this time I’d try to fix a cup of coffee, but this warm lemonade will have to do. Speaking of time, what time is it? I can’t find my cell phone.” He picked up the small yellow plastic carafe and poured the lemonade mixture into the cup.

  Yawning, she turned to and fro.

  “Boy, you knocked over my clock last night… Well, this morning. Whatever.” She sniffed, stumbled to her feet and dug in her purse, removing her cell phone. “It’s…oh my God! Nick, have to go, you have to go! Check in is in eight minutes!” The woman was seized with panic as she danced about, her legs turning this way and that.

  He quickly gulped the lemonade, grabbed his socks and shoes, and redressed as if he were on fucking fire. As he approached the door, he stopped, turned back towards her and grabbed her close for a kiss. Releasing her, he moved back to the door.

  “Get away from there!” she angrily whispered, flailing her hands in his direction.

  He stepped back, and she poked her head out, her eyes large and roving about like a child attempting to sneak out of their room to catch Santa by the Christmas tree. She closed the door back, and shook her head.

  “We’re fucked. There are people everywhere. I had the alarm set for 4:30 a.m. That would have given you ample time to get dressed and leave. The first shift crew doesn’t arrive until 4:55. It’s almost five now.” She swallowed. “Now, there is absolutely no way you are going to get out of here unnoticed.”

  “Oh baby, you must have me mistaken for some unskilled chump.” He chuckled. “Not getting caught is my forte. Sneaking around was my childhood job, remember? I could lift one of those big ass, early model, clunky DVD players off a department store display counter in broad daylight and no one would see shit. I was a damn professional. Now that I know about the cameras, thanks to your information, I believe I know how to handle this.”

  Out of the corner of his eye, he observed her grab her robe and cover herself up. He hated that the beautiful show had to end… Gritting his teeth, he creaked the door a bit wider, made an assessment. Looking back her way, he snapped his fingers and pointed towards the Dixie cups and lemonade. Startled, she quickly figured out what he wanted, grabbed the damn things and handed them to him. Blowing her a kiss, he closed the door behind him, making a beeline towards the cafeteria after zigzagging like an injured sidewinder snake across the hall. He’d timed the shit just right, waiting until no one stood on her side of the hall, and the folks on the other side were distracted with their morning chatter and usual daytime grogginess. Patience. It was all about waiting, biding one’s time, then not hesitating once the second of reckoning approached! Hide-and-seek…

  By the time he’d made it half way over and attracted attention, he looked as if he was throwing away early breakfast beverages. The shit happened seamlessly…

  Ahhh yes, Officer Nick Vitale was no longer a thief, but Little Nicky, who lived deep within him, still knew a trick or two…

  The afternoon had arrived and despite the cool temperatures, the sun showed mercy and flowed, outstretched its sizzling arms and waved warm rays upon the place. It didn’t necessarily matter, because the real sunlight consisted of Taryn’s recollections of the way the man touched her and spoke her damn name. Now here they were once again, careful to not mention anything aloud of their night together, but his eyes said it all. He scooted in closer to her as they listened to a speaker discussing accountability and atonement.

  “I want to meet up with you and read you the letter today,” he whispered. “Is that cool or do you have something going on?” He scratched at his knee through the blue jeans in a nervous sort of way. It seemed the mere topic broke the man out in hives.

  “Yeah, that’s fine. We can meet up at the library, sit somewhere quiet like in one of the study labs.”

  He nodded then scooted a bit away from her, as if something heavy and downright troubling rested on his shoulders. It hurt her to see him this way, as if he knew the exact date for doomsday and was simply biding his time.

  “You have nothing to worry about, baby. You know I won’t tell anyone anything, Nick. Whatever you discuss with me, whatever is in that letter stays between us,” she assured in a hushed undertone, careful to not draw attention to their conversation.

  I can still feel him inside of me… thrusting, loving, cumming…

  She couldn’t help but smile. He looked at her for a brief spell, nodded, turned away, and did that disappearing act she’d gotten accustomed to. He was sitting there, but he’d left, withdrew within himself, twisting his hands over and over, and filled with terrible anxiety.

  Oh Nick, don’t you know you got me, baby? Everything is going to be alright…

  Nick closed the heavy door behind
them. As it was made of glass, everyone that waltzed past could see in, but at least nobody could hear, and that was a small gift within itself. The placed smelled of aged books, the kind with brittle, dog-eared pages and smashed paper mites every few chapters, their graves between two pages of a text seldom reviewed. Nevertheless, there was an upside. This time of day brought them less traffic, a slither of privacy, some semblance of how a relationship is supposed to feel, taste, and evolve. That’s simply how they planned their excursions…playing make believe, pretend games, in a place that would deny them the luxury of fantasy.

  “Come here.” She offered a tilted grin as the man raced towards her, pushing her in a corner out of view before they commenced. “Nick!” She giggled, pushing him away and making an escape. She plopped down in a glossy wooden chair, and he soon followed, falling to his knees before her as if she were some altar. His love poured onto her hard and heavy, just like his body during their emotional lovemaking, as her spirit slowly broke him down. The woman couldn’t possibly have any idea how he felt about her, for there were no words to fully illustrate it, tell the entire story.

  Was she becoming his next addiction?

  One thing he knew: when he lay between her thighs, eating her sweet pussy, he couldn’t get a fucking ’nuff. If time had been on their side, he’d still be there right at this moment, nestled between her legs and gulping her juices for breakfast, lunch and dinner…and all of his snacks in between. All he wanted to do was pleasure her, give her a damn break, let her relax for a moment or two, and feel his deep desire for her. When he pushed inside of her, it felt like his fucking skull was detonating; he split like an atom and exploded like a bomb. He finally broke free, flying high, yet the feeling was natural. Nothing destructive or artificial swam through his blood stream, floated in his brain, or was snorted up his nostril, leaving behind only a fraction of his true self. Being inside of her ruined him. Nothing would be able to come close or compare. Her damn heart opened up to him like rustic barn doors in the wee hours of the morning, and he’d walked right in and made himself at home. He could confess his soul to her; he could give her everything. He finally felt …safe.