The Fight Within

by Laveen, Tiana

  Then, in an instant, her phone buzzed and she looked down and saw his Facetime request…

  “Oh shit…” She hesitated for just a second or two, knowing what the bastard wanted. He gave no warning, didn’t ask permission; he simply went on, in his typical Sean way, and did what the hell he wanted to do.

  My hair is messed up. I don’t have on any make-up, either…

  She took a deep breath and answered, and his sexy face appeared on the screen—a slight delay, then he steadied. There he was, his arm lazily behind his head as he lay against his headboard, real easy and breezy, one leg up and the other leisurely down under thick sheets. A self-satisfied smirk graced his damn face, his hair a bit disheveled and no damn shirt on.

  Hard ass abs for motherfucking days… That’s a damn eight pack, fuck a six pack!

  His white sheets were pulled up to his waist, ushering her curiosity forward.

  Oh Jesus…is he naked?

  She bit into her lower lip and sighed.

  The music grew louder, the lyrics sending her somewhere forbidden.

  “How are you doing tonight, baby?” His deep voice vibrated within her.

  She gripped the phone tighter.

  “I’m good,” she replied, putting on a brave face, for she refused to let the man see that he was breaking her down.

  “That’s not good enough. I need you to be in the best motherfucking mood ever.” The man’s eyes hooded as he held his phone with his left hand and his other drifted under the sheets, disappearing completely from view. His phone suddenly shuffled back and forth, causing her confusion.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Setting my phone on this tripod, hold on,” he explained.

  She nodded in understanding and waited. After a few seconds, he was in clear view again, relaxed against his headboard.

  “So, here’s what we’re going to do.” He looked serious as hell. His dark brows furrowed ever so slightly while he scratched the side of his mouth with his knuckle, curing an itch. “You’re going to sit there, relax, and let me do all the work, all the talking, but you have to do what I say, do you understand?”

  “Sean, I was thinking that—”

  “No.” He put his hand up. “Just say yes, Treasure. Stop all of this. I’m taking control. I need something to help me wait for what belongs to me… Give it to me, give this to us.”

  She swallowed, mulled it over for a fraction of a second, then nodded in agreement.

  The man placed both of his hands on his upper thighs, the sheet still covering whatever was going on below his waist. Pressing the sheets firmly down, he allowed her to see the imprint of his cock.

  “Oh my God!” she exclaimed and turned away, certain she was turning a million shades of red. Tentatively, she let her gaze drift to the screen again.

  He offered a tilted grin, but remained fairly still and quiet for a spell.

  “Now, I want you to imagine that I’ve come over to your house tonight. You let me inside, and I tell you to take me to your bedroom so I can fuck you …”

  Her pussy clamped over and over. The wet heffa was not resisting in the least, despite what her brain screamed into her conscious.

  “So then you take me by the hand and lead me there, nice bedroom from what I can tell by the way.” He chuckled lightly. “But uh anyway, as soon as we get in the room, I tell you to take your damn clothes off. I just stand there, watching you as I rub my hands together in anticipation. Treasure?”

  “Uh, yes?”

  “…Take your damn clothes off.”

  In that instance, she grew woozy. Was it the wine? Perhaps she’d drunk too much.

  “Um, what?”

  “Take. Your damn. Clothes Off.” He ran his hand over his linen-covered cock, causing her to stare extra hard at her phone, trying to make out once and for all what the bastard was working with.

  Look how big the fucking head is… That’s not the sheet, that’s his damn dick! Okay, okay…this is fine. I can do this.

  She placed the phone down and began to tug at her oversized light gray nightshirt that read, ‘Spellman’.

  “That’s no good. I can’t see you. Put the phone up on something so I can see you,” he instructed.

  She looked around and saw she could place it on her nightstand, so she swiftly set it down on the surface.

  “Is that better?”

  “Yeah.”

  She grabbed for her shirt once more and pulled it over her head, exposing her breasts. A sudden chill filled the room, forcing her nipples to harden. She swallowed harshly as the man’s eyes burrowed into her. He leaned slightly forward, staring at her, his head cocked to the side. He made not one excuse or apology for his gawking.

  “You’ve got really nice tits, you know that?”

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, take off the panties, too.”

  She reached for the side of the things, looping her thumbs in along the lacy trim. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…” She grinned.

  “Move a bit closer to the phone. I want to see it, you’re out of view.”

  She scooted on her knees closer to the phone, giving him full access, then pulled them the rest of the way down, exposing her pussy for the man’s viewing pleasure.

  “That’s nice…real nice,” he slurred as he stared at her with even more intensity.

  “Now, imagine me laying you down and getting ready to eat your pussy, right? Open your pussy for me, Treasure. Let me see it.”

  She closed her eyes for a second or two, giving herself a much-needed pep talk as her hands meandered down to her zone. Lying on her back, she scooted her ass closer to the phone, then took both hands and opened her lower lips. The man went quiet for a bit, then she heard him moan.

  “Goddamn…” he finally uttered. “So pink and wet… open the hole up more for me, baby…mmmm…”

  She did as he asked, gulping, swallowing her own spit as her heart raced and her desire continued to grow to heights she never dreamed possible.

  “Look up at your phone.”

  She strained a bit to rise on her elbows.

  “Oh…shit!” He’d exposed himself, and let her see the dick that other dicks wished to grow up and be. The fucker had the goddamn right to be cocky, though he never bragged about his size. Matter of fact, he made no mention of how blessed he was in that department at all.

  “Lie back down.”

  She did as instructed and looked up at the ceiling, wondering…waiting…

  “Suck your finger and slide it against your clit…that’s my tongue flicking against you.” She did as she was told, bucking against her own maneuvers. The man moaned, noises coming from him she’d never heard him utter before, followed by a slight series of squeaks.

  “What…what are you doing?” She turned her head, but couldn’t see her phone as she continued to masturbate.

  “I’m rubbing my cock while I watch you.”

  “I want to see.”

  “Rise up then, but keep your hand on your pussy.”

  In a few short seconds, they were rubbing their fingers along their respective zones, staring at one another, almost silence minus the sensuality of the music that seemed to be on repeat.

  He tossed his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he moved faster and faster, his hand running all along his dick for her to see. The fucker thickened before her eyes; the large head seeped clear liquid as he continued to fuck himself in her honor.

  “Keep…rubbing that pussy,” he instructed weakly, stroking, bucking.

  Her nectar ran all over her fingers, streaming down like rain.

  “Mmmmm!” she moaned, her eyes still upon him, getting the show of a lifetime.

  “I wish I was really making love to you! Shit! I need you so bad, Treasure!” he yelled, his hand now slamming down onto his nuts at each rapid stroke. “You’re gonna make me cum! Uhhh!” The vein in the middle of his forehead protruded as he leaned forward, still rubbing himself briskly while
he watched her get her rocks off. “Don’t you know if I was over there right now you’d feel me in your fucking guts?!”

  “Ahhhh!” She sighed, moving her hips faster and faster.

  “Don’t you know when I fuck you for real, Treasure, I’m going to make you cum so goddamn hard! Uhhhh!”

  “Ahhhh! Sean! Sean!”

  “I want you to feel all this dick inside of you! I want to pound your beautiful pussy! Make it gush all over my cock! I want to pin you down and make you take every fucking stroke! Fuck you so damn hard, so good! I want you to shake in my damn arms, beg me to stop and threaten to kill me if I do! I WANT TO CUM IN YOU! UHHHH!”

  And then, she lost complete control…

  “Ahhhhh! Oh God, I’m cumming. Sean, I’m cumming!”

  “Yes, baby! Cum for me, let me see it!”

  His wish was granted. She trembled against the sheets, her body doing bizarre things, her honey streaming down her inner thighs. The orgasm was so powerful, so over the top, she lost herself, forgot her name, her address, and who the hell she was for a second or two. Once she regained her composure, she found the man lying on his back, jerking the shit out of his huge, rigid dick. His bed squeaked and rocked beneath him as an intense expression took over his features.

  “Uh!” He focused on the head now, running his hand up and down it so quickly, his fingers seemed a blur. “Uh! Oh shit!”

  “Imagine you’re still inside me,” she coaxed, refusing to be quiet, refusing to not be a part of her own experience with the man. “Imagine my wet pussy wrapped around that ridiculously massive dick of yours, and I’m riding you, and you’re pounding inside of me.”

  “Ride my dick, baby! Uhhh! Slide that fuckin’ juicy pussy up and down my pole!”

  “My fingers are on your chest, scratching you as you make me take your hard thrusts.”

  “Uhhh! Yes…keep talkin’! Uh!!!”

  “I love how you fuck me… I feel you getting closer…”

  “I am! Uhhh! I’m going to explode inside of you. Put all this cream in your pussy!”

  “Put it in me, baby…cum in me!”

  “I’m cumming! Ahhhh!”

  The man suddenly rose up, forced his cock close to the screen of his phone and shot his thick, creamy emission onto his sheets.

  “Uhhh! Uh! Shit!” His body rocked with each thrust, with every movement of the damn thing shooting like a fleshy gun. “Uh….fuck! Uhhh!…Oh…shit…damn.” He fell back in a helpless heap, breathing harshly and staring up at the ceiling. After a minute or two, he broke the silence.

  “You know what?”

  “What baby?” She couldn’t help but smile; she’d had a damn good time…loved every sordid minute of it.

  “That isn’t shit compared to what I’m going to make you feel like when we’re skin to skin. I love you and you mean the goddamn world to me. I knew you were a freak. I like that shit. Goodnight.”

  And then, he simply hung up, leaving her stunned on the other end of the line, her mouth hanging open like a paper sack. He’d never told her that before—it was always ‘like’ and ‘care’. But he said it so smoothly, his words so fleeting, and that was it. No explanation, no conversation…he was done.

  Recovering from her amazement, she broke out into a series of heart choking laughter, rose from the bed and dressed in an ivory satin nightgown, wanting to feel pretty, just as he’d left her.

  No, he doesn’t get off that easily…

  She grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and called the man. He immediately answered.

  “What’s up, baby?”

  “I’m still horny. I want you to hear something real quick.”

  “Okay, I’m listening.”

  Quickly getting into position, she gripped the silver beaded chord of her nightstand light. She gave it a gentle yank, and her bedroom suddenly went black. As she moved about under the sheets, she plopped the pillows just how she wanted.

  I need to taste your fucking pussy…

  His previous words raced around in her mind like a Nascar driver.

  “Mmmmm, Sean, you turn me on so much,” she moaned as she rolled over to the opposite side of the bed, pulled out the nightstand drawer and retrieved her vibrator. She was ready to go again; he’d worked her up so badly. Unsheathing it from the lavender velvet bag, she lifted her gown to her hips and slowly closed her eyes, lying flat on her back. Her thumb slid against the side of the thing, and she heard the familiar roar of its tiny engine. “Uhhh…” Arching her back, she placed the tip against her clitoris, running it up and down, imagining it to be the tip of Sean’s tongue against her zone. “Ahhh…”

  “You’re fucking yourself with a vibrator. I can hear it. Damn, baby…”

  She continued on, contorting her hips, going faster and faster as the tortuous fantasy drove her over the brink. Slicking her thumb further, she turned the speed up and bucked even harder against the thing.

  “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!” She could hear his voice repeating the nasty words and imagined his head between her quaking legs, buried so deep it made her sing out, lose control of herself. “Ahhhh…” She sighed, her body shaking ever so slightly as her orgasm winded down. After a few moments, she sat up and ran her hand across her forehead, eyes pressed firmly shut. She tried to restrain it, make it stay away, but a grin crept across her face like a fracture on a desert plain and wouldn’t relinquish its new post.

  “Ohhhh, Sean,” she sighed, grinning a bit wider. “I shall sleep pretty well tonight. You’re forbidden fruit, but damn, I just can’t resist you.”

  “That is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced with someone, Treasure. You took the initiative and just because I was quiet, please don’t think I wasn’t into it. I was just listening, rubbing my dick, and in the moment. You’re so damn sexy… Goodnight, baby.”

  “Goodnight.”

  “Oh! I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon, okay? Maybe we can do lunch.”

  “That sounds good. I’d like that.” She could barely catch her breath as her heart continued to race from the excitement of it all.

  “Sounds good. I love you.”

  He’d now said it twice…then hung up both times.

  And with that, she fell into a deep slumber chock full of sparkling dreams and a smile on her face that would not wipe off to save her horny, little life…

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  Chapter Nine

  The dining room table was covered in neatly folded terrycloth squares. Mama had decided to do her laundry there, folding the towels in perfect shape to place inside of her hall linen closet. The petite woman with dark brown flesh, harboring a slightly reddish hue along her cheeks, sat in the large, mahogany chair at the head of the table. The delicate gold-rimmed glasses upon her face sat at the tip of her nose, forcing her to pause and push the oversized things back up to her heavily hooded, dark eyes. Her vein-covered hands worked over and over, toiling amongst the paper-thin, over-washed and repeatedly bleached fabric. As she worked away, her thin lips dipped like melted candle wax on each end in a settled frown.

  A small cherry scented votive candle burned in the near distance, giving the place a sweet scent, but it did little to lessen the tension, take the lump away that danced in the middle of Treasure’s esophagus.

  “I don’t know why you didn’t work your marriage out, Treasure. That was just foolish.”

  “Mama, I asked you to please stop bringing this up. It’s water under the bridge. I’ve happily moved on.” She huffed in her seat at the other end of the table, looking off into the distance at the large grandfather clock set in a corner. It was one of the few things Mama hadn’t hocked all those years ago. Perhaps it was simply too big.

  “What does Erin have to say about this, huh? She is the only one of your friends that ever had some sense!” the woman barked.

  Treasure closed her eyes for a brief spell and ran her hand lazily against her forehead. Every month she visited her mother in Bed-Sty and every month she’d cringe, twist her han
ds until they were rough and dry. Additionally, she’d guard her words like an English soldier protecting the palace.

  “Erin is in full agreement that I keep away from Jackson.”

  “Erin can go to hell then, too.”

  “Mama, why is it every time I come over here, we have to discuss him? That isn’t even the nature of this visit. I came here to see you. I haven’t been by in a while. Can’t we just talk about something else, please?”

  The woman paused and placed a light blue washcloth down beside her right hand. She peered at her daughter for a moment or two, looking through her, almost as if she didn’t know her. In actuality, that assessment was more truth than fiction.

  “You should’ve tried to keep your family together. I’m surprised I even have to tell you this. If I thought you were working on your marriage, we wouldn’t have to keep discussing it but I’d be doing you wrong to not even bring it up.”

  “Mama, that’s it!” she snapped, losing her cool. “Jackson cheated on me, okay? You never cared about my wellbeing before, so don’t pretend to do so now.”

  The older woman snatched her glasses off her face as if to do battle, squinted across the table, and placed them softly down upon a small stack of white, ratty washcloths she kept to dust with.

  “But he has money.”

  Treasure crossed her legs, swinging the right one back and forth, and exchanged glares with her. Here this bag of bones sat, a mediocre mother, a wretched wife, a non-existent grandparent, hardly the definition of a friend, and not involved enough to be coined a foe. Treasure wasn’t certain with whom she was speaking. As much as she accused her mother of not recognizing her existence, let alone greatness, she understood at that moment unequivocally, the woman before her was a stranger. She certainly knew the lady who worked at the post office much better than the lady who’d birthed her.

  “He lied to me over and over again and was not a good husband. You told Dad to leave because you thought he was being unfaithful.”