“No,” he said.
God, his lips were like a magnetic field. I wanted to kiss him so badly. God knew I did. So did Demitri. That kiss in the club was the beginning of the end. I’d lost my breath after his lips touched mine. It was a simple kiss. Not a peck, but the kind of kiss that made a woman want to know what would happen if she took the kiss deeper. I gazed up into his eyes. His breathing was just as deep as mine. That kiss in the club had me curious. The touch of his lips to mine had been my undoing. Curiosity was about to kill my cat.
I got up from the arm of the chair. Moved away from temptation. He stood too. I was hoping he was about to leave. I felt the effects of the pill kicking in, or was that my head swimming because of the way Demitri was coming closer and closer? His eyes were intense. Locked on mine like magnets. He studied me with a predator’s unwavering glare.
“Your eyes scare me,” I admitted to him.
He wanted to know why.
“They hide what you’re thinking. Your poker face is strong. It can be a bit unnerving to be stared at like that.”
“Like what?”
“Steely. Like you’re about to attack. It’s almost like your poker face can’t be broken.”
Demitri didn’t stop stalking me until my back was against the wall. His face was so close to mine, I could count the seconds between his heartbeats. He placed each of his hands on either side of my head. Caged me in like he didn’t want me to get away. Like he was a predator and I was his prey.
The hard falling of the rain created an erotic soundtrack that made for a sensual ambiance. It made me more aware of Demitri, just as his scent intoxicated me. I didn’t know what it was about his smell that made me feel as if I was under the influence of something. There was something about his natural pheromones mixed with whatever he was wearing that made me want to taste him.
“It can be,” he said. “You just have to know what to look for. You have to know me.”
I bit down on my bottom lip. My breath came out in quick spurts, and the tingling that settled in my toes and fingers told me Demitri was getting to me. His eyes roamed over my face like he was trying to get to know me or like he wanted to remember me. Maybe he was trying to figure out what his man saw in me. I didn’t know. Couldn’t say. Not at the moment, anyway. I was too busy trying to keep my breathing under control.
Four-seven-eight. Breathe in for four. Hold for seven. Release in eight. Control it, I said to myself.
Those were my thoughts when Demitri brought his lips closer to mine. He didn’t kiss me. Just allowed his lips to hover above mine.
“Would he be mad if you kissed me?” Demitri asked, lips brushing against mine when he spoke. “Or would he be mad if I kissed you again?”
I gazed up at him. “I don’t know. You know him better than I do,” I admitted.
Demitri smirked. Seconds before his mouth took mine, he’d smirked. There was something sinister behind that smirk. Just as there was something sensually disturbing behind his kiss. He brought one hand down, then squeezed my waist as he pulled me closer to him. Our tongues danced; our heads moved in synchronization with one another.
The kiss wasn’t hurried or rushed, but it was heated. I thought the kiss would be over quickly. Assumed it was just something for him to do to rattle me. But no. Demitri kept it going. He was so into it that I would have thought that he liked me, that he was into me. It was the weirdest shit to think that maybe us beating down people had turned us on, endeared us to one another.
Demitri gave the kind of kiss that made me forget the real world. I was lost in his tongue touching mine. Couldn’t think as he sucked on my lips, then my tongue. He pulled back long enough to lick the side of my face. That shit caught me so off guard that I gasped. It was animalistic, ravenous even. It made me go in search of his mouth again. He gave me what I wanted. Kissed me until I felt his manhood swell. I almost lost it when he took my hand and placed it on his dick. He was swelling in those jeans.
Jesus Christ, I thought. Yes, I’d touched him earlier, but it had been quick and he had been soft. So I hadn’t felt what I was feeling now. Elliot had a big dick, but Demitri had a monster. Elliot had the length. Demitri had the girth. Elliot was a shower. But Demitri . . . by God, Demitri was a grower. Dick was so fat that I was sure I wouldn’t be able to close my hand around if it was out of his jeans. If I’d had some pearls to clutch, they’d be cutting into my palms at the moment.
Demitri kept kissing me like he couldn’t get enough. His breathing was rough and ragged. I was so caught up in rubbing his hardness, caught up in that damn kiss, that when his hand slipped inside my pants, I almost didn’t realize what was happening. But I caught my breath and broke the kiss. Gripped his wrist.
Kissing was fine. I could control kissing. I could pull away anytime I wanted. But with the way my body was reacting to Demitri, I knew if we went further, I’d be in trouble.
Looking up at him, mouth open, I asked, “What are you doing?”
His answer was to not answer. His teeth pulled at my bottom lip. He sucked until my lips were kiss swollen. His mouth found my chin, neck. Demitri was all over me, almost engulfing me in his erotic foreplay.
I moaned.
Shit.
I was losing control.
My head fell back when his mouth went to my breasts. My mouth had gone dry since I had it open. I swallowed. Licked my lips again when his mouth found my nipple through my shirt. As he teased my nipple, my grip on his wrist loosened. His hand slipped farther into my pants.
He felt how wet I was, then stopped kissing on my chest. He brought his head up and grunted while looking at me. He turned his lips down and nodded once, like he was surprised. His fingers strummed and played against my folds for a second. And then found what he was looking for. He rubbed my clit, saturated his fingers in my wetness.
I was on the verge of an orgasm. It was so intense. As if he were saying, “Come for me, but not until I tell you to,” Demetri had me right where he wanted me. He knew he did. That was probably why he slipped his middle and index fingers inside of me. The sensation of penetration, digitally or in the form of a man’s penis, would always be indescribable for me. My head fell back, and I let out a deep sigh of relief. The orgasm wasn’t violent or hard. It was smooth and meticulous. Easy like a Sunday morning.
While I was coming down off that high, without warning, but with an aggressive kind of passion, Demi turned me around. My face pressed against the wall. The pain in my face was forgotten. Headache? What headache?
He pushed my pants down. A few seconds later, I heard the clink and clank of his belt buckle, then the rip of his zipper coming down. When his dick sprang out and tapped my ass, I damn near came all over myself again. I wanted it. I wanted him. My pussy was throbbing so badly, it ached.
“Condom,” I said, barely above a whisper.
He showed me his hand. Between his fingers was a golden condom wrapper. The kind that read XL on the package. He’d come prepared. Either he’d come with the intention of fucking me or I was reading too much into the moment. It didn’t really matter. I just needed him to do what he was doing while he kept doing what he was doing to me.
I heard when he ripped it open. Anticipation swelled inside of me. So much so that I arched my back more. I wanted to give him easier access. He took my cue, bent his knees. Took the head of his dick, rubbed it against my opening, then up and down my slit.
When his head first thrust into me, my body jerked. Eye twitched.
He cursed.
So did I.
“Whew, shit. Wait, nigga. Goddamn,” I spat out.
He was only about an inch or so inside of me, but sweet Lord, I wasn’t ready. He wrapped one arm around my waist. Held me in place as he gave me a little more. He didn’t want me to run. I didn’t want to run, but I couldn’t take all that at once. I hissed and tried to brace myself. My nails scraped down the wall. He stopped moving. Dick pulsating inside me.
“Is that all of it?” I asked.
Demi took a deep breath. He didn’t move, as if he was savoring the moment. Then he said a rough “No.”
My eyes squeezed shut. Pussy muscles working on their own accord. He gave me some more. I moaned a singsong of pain and pleasure . . . pleasure and pain. Ooohhh, my God. My right leg came up. I didn’t know why or what it would do to help me in the moment. Clearly, I’d bitten off more than I could chew.
Demitri was tall, so he had to bend and dip to have a good angle. And he had one. He had the best angle he could find, as his dick was already tapping at my spot, and all he had done was slide halfway inside of me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.
I didn’t know why he’d asked me that, but as he waited for his answer, he inched his way inside of me more . . . more . . . more.... Shit. More. My knees buckled. He had to pick me up. My legs gave out. I couldn’t stand anymore. He had broken me down. I damn near hit the floor. He knew I wasn’t going to be able to stand there and take all of him.
Demitri slipped out of me, causing both of us to cuss again. He stepped out of his boots and jeans. Picked me up and carried me to the bed. Under the moonlight, after he dropped me in the center of the bed, I saw more of him. But before it could register that the man was hung like a horse, he crawled between my legs.
And they were open, ready to receive. My sex was so wet, I was sure it had already leaked onto the bed. I snatched at him, pulled his shirt over his head. He took my mouth as soon as the shirt came off. He was naked, except for his socks. On top of me. His manhood aimed at my womanhood. He guided it inside of me, and I broke the kiss just so I could catch my breath.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned.
I moaned so hard, moaned so long, it was like a song. A church hymn perhaps?
“Damn,” he whispered against my ear. “Moan for me, Mona. Moaning Mona,” he said against my ear.
That first stroke made me bang my fist against the bed. That second one made me scream. Demitri was so confident too. Each stroke was meant to make me forget the last one. I knew he was watching me. I could feel it. But I couldn’t open my eyes. I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing that he had broken me down so easily.
I called on Jesus so many times, I was sure he unplugged my main line. Demitri stroked me like he wanted to hook me to him. Like he wanted me to forget all the men before him. Like he didn’t want me to be anything other than his wanton whore. His slut. For him and only him. It was so good, I was trembling.
Then Maxwell sang out, telling me I was the highest of the high. He kept singing, until he suddenly stopped. A few seconds later the Knight Rider theme song rang out in the living area. Demitri stopped stroking. I stopped moaning. We looked at one another.
Elliot.
Fuck!
Reality set back in. Neither of us moved a muscle. It was as if we had been caught in a compromising position. The Knight Rider beat stopped. Demitri looked down at me. I gawked up at him. Maxwell sang to us again.
“Shit. Get up,” I ordered, tapping his shoulder. “Get up.”
He did. I turned over and crawled across the bed to get my phone on the nightstand next to the bed.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hey. What are you doing?”
Elliot’s voice took my high down a notch or two. Sounded as if he’d just awakened.
“Nothing,” I lied.
I looked over my shoulder to see that Demitri had left the bedroom. I heard him moving around the living area.
“I called just a few seconds ago. You didn’t answer,” he said.
“I, uh, I couldn’t get to my phone quick enough.”
I got up from the bed. Walked to the living area. Demitri was dressed. Standing by the window, typing away on his phone. He heard me behind him. Turned to look at me. I wondered where he had put the condom we didn’t get to finish using. My pussy was still throbbing, alive. Wet and wanting. Aching.
“Yeah. You okay? Wanted to check on you after everything that happened,” Elliot said.
I nodded like he could see me. Demitri’s eyes roamed over my body. I was naked from the waist down. Too late to cover up, as he’d already seen me and felt me. He nodded toward the door. I nodded at him. His nod was his way of telling me he had to go. My nod told him I understood.
Our stolen moment of ecstasy had been shattered. He grabbed his helmet, then headed for the door. While I talked to Elliot, told him I was fine and just had a headache, Demitri slipped out the door.
I’d no idea what he and I had just done or why we’d done it. Why I felt as if I’d just cheated on Elliot was beyond me. Elliot wasn’t my man, and he had made it clear that he didn’t love me. But somehow, in some way, I knew that what Demitri and I had just done wouldn’t sit well with him. I knew he would try to kill both of us if he knew we’d gone there without him.
What in hell were we thinking, anyway?
“Samona, did you hear me?” he asked.
“No. I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I was asking if you’d seen Demitri.”
I frowned. Felt guilty.
“What? Why would you ask me that?”
“He seemed concerned about you once we got home. Thought maybe he stopped by.”
“Is he not at home?”
“Nah. I woke up, and he was gone.”
“Is that common? For him to leave in the middle of the night, I mean.”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“If he’s doing something he has no business doing.”
I got quiet on the other end of the phone. Didn’t say a word.
“I’ll be by after work,” Elliot said.
“Okay.”
Elliot
I was coming down the stairs as Demi walked in. I stopped halfway down, knowing he couldn’t see me from where I was standing. He took his shoes off by the door. Placed his boots where they were supposed to be. Did the same with his helmet and jacket. The house was still dark, and the sun had yet to rise. I watched as he slipped out of his jeans. Noticed that his wrist was wrapped. It hadn’t been when we got home after dropping Mona off.
As he walked to the laundry room, I saw a tear in his shirt. He tossed his clothes into the washer. Threw some more laundry in there, then turned the washer on. Again, odd behavior from him, as he hated to do laundry and didn’t do it unless he absolutely had to.
“Where you been?” I asked him.
He was startled, but only for a moment. “Shit, nigga. Don’t be sneaking up on me like that,” he barked out.
I flipped the light on as I walked down the stairs. His gray eyes were alive with life. He was wide awake, like he had just left some sort of excitement.
“My bad. So where you been?” I asked again.
“Went for a ride on my bike. The shit that happened at the club annoyed me,” he said.
“Going for a ride get you sweaty or something?”
He ran a hand down his face, then looked at his hands. “I’m not sweaty. I’m wet.”
“You get into a fight?” I asked.
“No.”
“Your shirt was ripped around the collar at the back.”
He shook his head. “Must have already been there.”
I knew Demi. He was a man who always took pride in his appearance. No way he would have left home in a ripped shirt. Even when he was going to work, he made sure his clothing was proper.
My brows furrowed. “You come in and put your clothes in the washer. Either you’re sweating from riding or you’re sweaty from something else. That would be the only reason you come in and head right for the laundry.”
I watched Demi’s face. Paid attention to his eyes. He didn’t blink. Didn’t wince. Didn’t break eye contact.
“Speaking from experience?” he asked sarcastically.
I ignored that question while staring him down.
He said, “I told you, it’s not sweat. Got rained on. Needed to get the clothes off. It’s not sweat. It’s
rain.”
His lie was familiar to me because I had used it before. I almost said this was bullshit, as I was used to Demi sometimes getting his rocks off elsewhere, then lying about it. And if he was lying about it, that meant he had done something he knew I wouldn’t approve of.
I found it odd that a few minutes after I called Mona and then him, he came home. I let those thoughts fade away. Didn’t want to think about what my reaction would be if he were stupid enough to do such a thing as go after her without me around.
I said, “What happened to your wrist?”
He held his hand up, looked at it like it was the first time he’d noticed it was wrapped. “Was hurting for some reason. I stopped at the CVS and wrapped it. Probably some leftover injury from work.”
All his answers were too perfect. Too well put together.
I cocked my head to the side and raised my brow. He licked his lips and kept his eyes on mine as he walked past me. Headed upstairs. A few minutes later, I heard the shower come on. He’d left our bed and gone for a ride on his bike in the middle of the night. He’d come back with his shirt torn and his wrist bandaged. I already felt that something else had happened in that club after he and Mona went back inside, but I wasn’t sure. Now I felt as if there was something else I was missing.
However, I didn’t have time to think about it at the moment. I looked at the time. I had to prepare for work. While today was an early release day for the school system, I was not in a good mood. Had been pissed since the events at the club. I didn’t understand straight men’s obsession with my preferred sexuality. I didn’t understand in what way it affected them. The hair stood up on the back of my neck from my thinking about it. I felt like I was going to have to cave someone’s skull in for them to get that my manhood wasn’t attached to who I was screwing.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and headed in to work a couple of hours later. The kids needed me. My sexuality was a nonissue with them. I was one of the top math teachers in the district. That was what I focused on for the rest of the day.
Mona and I texted on and off during the day. She told me she had written a lot. Had had a certain burst of inspiration. Wanted me to know that she would be locked in her hotel room all day. I didn’t know if that meant she didn’t want me to stop by or what. It didn’t matter. I was going to, anyway. Needed to check on her and make sure the events of the night before hadn’t shaken her up too badly.
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