by W. S. Greer
“Oh my fucking god!” I whisper to myself as Kelvin massages my g-spot with the tip of his finger. “You’ve got my spot, baby. That’s my spot. Oh god, don’t stop!”
He doesn’t respond vocally. Instead, Kelvin runs his tongue over my clit over and over again while he plunges his finger in and out of me, tapping my g-spot every single time.
The pressure builds so quickly that it almost knocks me off balance. The powerful orgasm crashes into me and my leg tightens around Kelvin’s shoulder, and the one leg that I’m standing on buckles. My eyes squeeze shut as I let out a pleasure-induced scream that fills the entire penthouse. Kelvin relishes in the moment, moaning with me as I scream.
My orgasm finally subsides, and Kelvin gently lifts my leg over his head and places it back down on the floor. As he rises to his feet, he kisses my body all the way up, taking an extra second to massage my breasts, lightly biting both of my nipples.
“I fucking love the way you taste when you come,” he says as he stands fully erect.
I finally open my eyes and see Kelvin looking down at me with passion in his eyes. The excitement that’s written all across his face makes me even more excited, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with every second. I just had a massive orgasm, but I want more. I need more of him.
I grab the back of Kelvin’s head and force him to kiss me. I push my tongue into his mouth, and we both moan in unison. Spending the day apart has filled us both with an uncontrollable desire that neither of us can hold back any longer. My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m in such a rush to have his cock in my hands that I’m struggling to undo his belt. Every extra second that it takes is making me more and more frustrated, so I yank the belt apart and snatch open his pants. I hear the clasp from his slacks fall to the floor and bounce away, but it doesn’t stop me. I pull his pants down only far enough to reveal his thick, swollen cock, taking it in both hands and immediately stroking it. I feel his breath on my face as he breathes heavily.
“You like it, baby?” I ask rhetorically.
“I fucking love it. You get me so hard.”
“Yeah. I want this dick, right now! I want you to fuck me the way that only you can!”
Kelvin suddenly reaches behind me and grabs a handful of my hair, and uses it to force me to turn around. He pushes me up against the window, and I hear him pulling his pants down, and then I hear them being slammed onto the floor behind me, and a condom wrapper being ripped open.
Kelvin grips my hair with his hand, and I respond by arching my ass out, because I know what’s coming. I take a deep breath to try to prepare myself for how it’ll feel, but when Kelvin pushes himself inside of me, the pressure still catches me off guard. I hear myself gasp as Kelvin forces his entire length and thickness inside of me. I feel my pussy stretch around his dick, and I’m so wet that I’m sure I’m dripping.
“Damn!” Kelvin exclaims. “I love how wet you get for me, baby. It feels so good on my dick. I’ve been waiting to feel this all day.”
“Yeah? You missed it, baby? Then take it. Own it, Kelvin. It’s all yours.”
Kelvin begins to thrust in and out of me, hard and fast. I can feel how badly he wants it, and it turns me on even more. He’s amazing, and he fucks me like he’s trying to outdo himself. Every stroke seems perfectly calculated to give me the best feeling I’ve ever had.
The window in front of me is completely fogged over, and I can no longer see the city beneath us. All I hear is the sound of Kelvin’s waist smacking up against my ass, and the sudden slap of his hand as he spanks me, all the while, holding onto a fistful of my hair.
“Damn, I love fucking you!” Kelvin barks as he picks up speed. He pounds into me, and I push against the glass to try to keep myself upright, but the sweat that’s dripping off of Kelvin is making the floor beneath my bare feet very slippery.
I feel my feet sliding backward, but just before I fall, Kelvin lifts me up off the ground. I have to wrap my legs around his waist, and hold onto the window in front of me at the same time, yet Kelvin doesn’t stop fucking me. I’m sure our bodies resemble a gliding figure skating couple as Kelvin aggressively thrusts into me with everything he’s got.
I’ve never done anything like this. Kelvin holds me in the air, fucking me from behind while I hold onto the steamy window, and I feel the familiar sensation of Kelvin’s dick becoming harder. His breathing picks up even more, and I know exactly what’s about to happen.
“Yes! I want to feel it, Kelvin. Come for me, baby!”
Right on cue, Kelvin lets out an embellished moan. His body stiffens and his hands tighten around my waist as he comes inside of me. He strokes into me as long as he can, his body quivering with every move he makes as he slowly puts me down and wraps his arms around me completely, breathing heavily in my ear.
We lean against the window together, both of us gasping for air as Kelvin pulls himself out of me and removes the condom. My legs are unbelievably weak, so I let my body slowly crumble down to the floor. The cold sensation of the hardwood floor sends a chill up my spine, but I’m too worn out to care. Kelvin sits down beside me and leans his back against the window.
“Wow. I’d been waiting for that all fucking day,” he says, still panting. “It was definitely worth the wait.”
“We’ve officially broken in our living room,” I reply with an exhausted smile.
“What? We had sex in here a long time ago.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t our living room then. This time it’s different because it’s ours.”
“You’ve got a point there. I like that.”
“Damn. That was unbelievable, Kelvin. I mean, seriously unbelievable!”
“Tell me about it. I just couldn’t help myself,” Kelvin replies. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“Well you better, because I told you, you’re stuck with me.”
Kelvin replies with a broad smile that lights up the room and sends my heart into overdrive.
Ten minutes later, Kelvin and I are sitting on the couch in the living room with the TV on, but muted. He’s wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and all I have on is the button up shirt I took off of him when he first came home. I lay my head in his lap and look up at him, admiring how gorgeous he is, and relishing the moment. We stare into each other’s eyes for a while without saying anything. The bond between us has been fortified by struggles we’ve had in the past. When I look at him, my heart is made whole, and I feel like I can laugh in the face of any obstacle in front of us. Together, we’re unbeatable. We’ve beaten everything that’s been put in our path, while barely breaking stride. I feel untouchable when I’m with him. Nothing can harm me. Nothing can stop us. He’s my protector. He’s my safe haven, and we’re ready for anything.
“I hope you know how much I love you, Kelvin,” I say as I reach up and rub his face with my palm.
Kelvin smiles down at me. “I think I have a pretty good idea. I love you, Lilliana.” He leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips. “Now, we should probably get some rest. We have to go see him tomorrow.”
I’m not sure who he’s referring to exactly, but I feel a bit of worry in my stomach as I sit up. “We have to go see who?”
Kelvin hesitates like he’s trying to give me some time to prepare myself for the answer. “You know who I’m talking about. Tomorrow, we have to go see my father.”
Something feels different when I wake up. I’m not sure what it is just yet, but there’s something in my gut that just doesn’t feel right. It’s like this unshakeable ball of nervousness that’s sitting in the put of my stomach, and I’m not really sure why it’s there, I just know that it is.
I try to brush it off as Kelvin and I get dressed. He throws on a pair of gray slacks with a white button up, while I choose to take the more comfortable route, and put on a blue and white summer dress, with white high heels. As we exit the penthouse and press the button on the elevator, I don’t say anything to Kelvin about my anxiety. Everything’s
been going so good lately that I don’t want to jinx it, and I certainly don’t want to put Kelvin in a bad mood, seeing as how I know what our destination is. So, when the elevator finally comes to a stop in the basement, I take Kelvin’s hand and let him lead me to the car without saying a word.
I hear a chirping sound as the locks on the 2014 Dodge Challenger pop up simultaneously. You’d think that I’d be used to it by now, but I still grin every time I look at Kelvin’s new car. The black Camaro was completely totaled after the shooting at the stoplight just over six months ago, so Kelvin decided to upgrade to the Challenger. It’s all-black, with black rims, just like the Camaro, but it also has a dark gray racing stripe running along the side. The sun has to hit the car perfectly in order for it to be seen, but when it’s visible, it gives the car a little something extra, and I can’t even explain how good Kelvin looks sitting in it. With his big, broad arms and shoulders, and the car’s muscular look, it just fits him perfectly.
Kelvin leads me over to the passenger side of the Challenger and opens my door for me—over a year together and I still haven’t opened a door or pulled out a chair for myself—then he saunters over to his side and climbs in. When he starts the engine, the anxiety I felt when I woke up comes rushing back to me. I furrow my brow as I try to think about what I might be so concerned about, but I can’t come up with a reason. As I try to force myself to shake it off, I notice Kelvin staring at me.
“What’s up?” he says with a curious glare. “You look all pissed off.”
I try to straighten out my face as much as I can before I answer. “Oh, nothing. I’m fine. I was just in a daze, I guess.” Kelvin stares at me for too long, and I can tell that he doesn’t believe me, so I continue. “I’m serious, I’m fine. You know I don’t like going to go see your dad, so let’s just hurry up and get it over with.”
“Ah. I knew it was something. Look, don’t worry about my dad, okay. Everything has been fine for a while, and I don’t expect that to change today. So, don’t let it worry you.”
“I know, babe. You’re right. I’m good. I just want to get it over with.”
“I understand what you’re saying. You’re right. Let’s just do it.”
Kelvin shifts the car into first gear, slowly releases the clutch, and drives us out of the parking garage. As we drive down the street, I can’t help but notice when we pass Fantasies strip club. I let out a loud sigh as I think about the day we found Deshaun laying on his back in the alley behind the club with multiple gunshot wounds to his entire body. It’s difficult to get the gruesome images out of my head sometimes. The way his body was positioned like it had been thrown out of a moving vehicle without a care. The way his eyes were still open as Senior looked down on him. It all comes roaring back to me and it’s like I can feel all of those same emotions all over again. And the screams—who could ever forget those screams? When the building is finally out of my line of sight, I shake my head and force myself to focus on the present.
We pull up to the Royal Flush Casino the way we always do—right up to the front doors, underneath the bright white lights where valet is waiting. When we get out, Kelvin hands the keys over, but he doesn’t let go when the man tries to take them.
“Not a single scratch. Got it?” he says, staring at the valet bitterly.
“Yes, sir. I understand, Mr. Carter,” the young man responds.
Kelvin finally relinquishes the keys and we walk through the sliding glass doors and into the fancy lobby. As usual, the Royal Flush is packed with men and women who all look like they’re here on business. Every man seems to be wearing some sort of a fancy suit, and every woman is rocking high heels that look like they’re made for business, not pleasure. They ignore us, and we ignore them as we make our way through the lobby and to the elevators. When the doors slide open, my nerves kick in again.
We’ve been coming to see Senior once a month since the deal with the Russians was struck. Senior likes to be hands on with his business partners, so every time a delivery is made, he likes to have a meeting with whoever accepts the package, just to make sure everything went according to plan. Kelvin has now accepted six deliveries, so this will be our sixth trip to the top of the Royal Flush in as many months. It seems redundant, because we all know that Tommy comes and tells Senior everything anyway, but Senior still has Kelvin drop by simply as a formality. This is the only time I’ve ever been this anxious.
The doors open again, and the long windowless hallway rests in front of us. Kelvin grabs my hand and leads me forward as I swallow hard, preparing myself for whatever might happen. Although things have been good for a while, this is the Carters we’re talking about, and you never know what might happen when you get a few of them in the same room. So, as Kelvin reaches for the door, I take a deep breath and let it out through my mouth. If I show them I’m nervous, Senior will try to exploit it somehow, and I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. It’s game time.
The door swings open and there sits Kelvin Carter Senior at the head of the conference room table, decked out in a dark green suit with a white button up underneath, and a green tie. He carries his usual scowl, and he looks at Kelvin and me like he didn’t know that we were coming, even though he obviously did.
To his left is Clarence Carter, with his signature goatee forming a box around his mouth, and his white button up being stretched to its limits by his enormous muscles. If Mikey is big in an offensive lineman kind of way, then Clarence is like the lineman’s musclebound bodyguard. He’s six-foot-two, two-hundred-fifty pounds of ridiculous muscle, and he goes to the gym like he’s still skinny. Even as he sits in his chair next to Senior—who’s huge in his own right—he looks like he’s flexing for no reason, and I can see his veins through the sleeves on his shirt. He doesn’t acknowledge us when we walk in and sit at the table. He just stares at us like our presence offends him.
Something about Clarence changed after Mikey went to prison. The arrest affected all of The Family members in its own way, but Clarence, in particular, seemed to grow from it, and not in a good way. As soon as Mikey was sentenced, Senior promoted Clarence to underboss, and from that moment on, Clarence was a new man—a scarier man. Now, he’s at Senior’s side no matter where he goes, and his temper seems to be getting shorter by the day. As I sit down next to Kelvin, I make sure to not show my fear of him being here.
“The lovely couple has arrived,” Senior says as we make ourselves comfortable. “Nice to see you both again. How’s everything?”
Kelvin exhales loudly and his eyes dart to me for a second and then back to his father. He hates it when Senior tries to act like he really cares about him. He knows it’s just an act, and the fact that he must respond with the same kind of act, makes it that much worse.
“We’re fine, Dad,” Kelvin answers. “Everything’s good. Lilliana’s starting to settle into the penthouse.”
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot that she was moving in. Good for you guys. I’m glad to see you making that big step in your relationship. Just be careful, Son. I don’t want you making the same mistake I did when I was young and got married.”
Another obvious exhale from Kelvin. “Dad, please. We never said anything about getting married, and I’m really not here to talk about that. Let’s just get down to business, okay?”
“Damn. I can’t even ask my son how he’s doing. I’m just interested in your well-being. Is that so wrong?”
“It’s fine, Dad, and I appreciate it. But, can we get on with this business that we have to discuss? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
Senior glances over at me and flashes a subtle smile, then his eyes return to Kelvin. “Okay then, Junior. If you insist, let’s get down to it.”
“Great,” Kelvin says quickly. “So, last night, the drop was made at the Red Chip warehouse at ten-fifteen, as I’m sure Tommy has already told you. We received all fifty keys of dope, and everything was stored properly. We still have eight keys left over from the
last delivery, so hopefully business picks up so you can push it out. I don’t like having leftovers every month.”
“I agree. I don’t like having anything left over either, which is why we need to tell our guys on the street to step it up. I know you’ve established a chain of command over there, and you don’t like to talk to my dealers directly, but maybe if you told them to step it up, there wouldn’t be any leftovers.”
“You know I don’t like to get involved in your selling process. You asked me store the dope for you, and that’s what I’m doing. If it’s not being sold fast enough, that’s something you’ll have to address.”
“No, it’s something we all have to address. Eight keys—do you know just about how much money that is on the street, Junior?”
Kelvin raises his eyebrows in sort of a I really don’t give a shit kind of way. “No, I don’t, actually.”
“Well, it’s about two-point-four million dollars, roughly, and that’s before we even get to how much is being left over at the other establishments. So, you can see how that’s a problem that we all need to address. Ilia is supplying, so it’s our job to distribute.”
“Dad, I really don’t mean any disrespect, but I honestly don’t give a shit. Whatever deal you and Ilia have going on is between the two of you. I told you in the beginning, I’m not a dealer.”
“Well, maybe it’s something you should consider. Not dealing, because that shit draws entirely too much heat, and you’re my son. You’re above that shit. On the other hand, you could manage the dealers. They could benefit from passion like yours.”
“I’m only passionate about things that I care about, and I don’t care about selling drugs to kids on the streets of Chicago. You can let it go, Dad. I’m not doing it.”
“What if I increased your percentage? What if I gave you another ten thousand a month? Would that be enough to make you happy?”
