by Tiana Laveen
She scoffed and crossed her arms.
“All right then, what is your question?”
“My question was, how can you afford the rent here? I mean, the rent is probably not super crazy, but I didn’t think 911 dispatchers made this kind of cash. You’re in a prime part of town, and even though it’s small, it’s far more spacious than some other spots around here. If that’s too invasive, it’s cool. It’s really none of my business. I’m just curious.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s my aunt’s place, actually. She moved to Canada last month.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yeah. She’s a talent agent and the company sent her to their office in Toronto to work with some of the actors and singers there. She offered me the place. My lease was coming up on my spot, so it worked out.” She shrugged. “So, when she moves back, she can take it back but she’s still paying about thirty percent of the rent on my behalf. That way, I’m able to afford it.”
He nodded in understanding.
“That’s cool. Worked out good it seems.”
“It did. She’s real cool with the owner, so that lady had no issue with it. As long as the rent is paid on time, she won’t bother me. Even fixed the dishwasher for me and repainted the walls.”
“So, your aunt decorated it too?” His gaze traveled to an old record player and some framed artwork. Maybe they weren’t to his taste?
“No. This is all me. Her stuff is in storage, with the exception of a few paintings.”
“Ahhh. So the paintings are your aunt’s. Interesting.” He looked around. “You really do have a good eye, Suri. Nice use of colors and placement.” He seemed to be grading her, judging her, but she was okay with that. “I can definitely see you being good at staging rooms. Did you ever consider being a professional decorator?”
“No. I like my freedom. Titles weigh me down and that would have taken a lot of money and time.”
“You’re talking about as far as going to college for it, I take it?”
“Yeah. I floated a bit in undergrad. Never got a degree because it didn’t feel right.” She shrugged. “Back then I thought, why bust my ass for four years and get a degree in something I may hate later down the line? Not only that, then I’d have to turn around and owe the government thousands upon thousands of dollars in student debt, with ridiculously high interest that I can’t pay back. I have good credit and I’d like to keep it that way. Seems like a trap.”
“I’ve heard people say that many times in many different ways.”
She wondered if he agreed with her. Perhaps he had a different stance altogether? King didn’t look like the college sort, but she also didn’t envision a 6’4” man with a beard, septum and nostril piercings, ear plug piercings and the like to paint such beautiful murals, either. Looks could definitely be deceiving.
“Did you go to college?”
He rubbed on his neck, as if working out a kink.
“Yes. I went to Pratt.”
“Pratt?” She sat up. “Wow. I heard it’s kinda hard to get accepted there.”
He shrugged.
“I don’t know. I’ve heard that, too, but I think it just depends sometimes on other factors. I got in though, stayed a couple of years. I didn’t finish, but not really because I didn’t want to.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“I needed to make some money. Being there took a lot of time, like you said, and my days were taken up with class schedules and assignments. My part time job at the time wasn’t cutting it. I told myself it was fine because I didn’t see how, at least in my case, havin’ a piece of paper would prove to the world that I could handle myself around some paint. I still believe that, but I still wish I could have finished because me leaving could be misconstrued as a lack of discipline.” She couldn’t argue with that. “I mean, even with that, it truly is just a piece of paper, but so is a canvas, right?”
She chuckled.
“Good point. You seem a little philosophical about it.”
“I guess I am. It means different things to different people. In some situations, either you have ‘it’ or you don’t. I’m not bragging, but I’m very good at what I do. I’m meticulous, too. Every commissioned project I’ve been hired for, I’ve delivered. I’ve done work for mayors, big time doctors, celebrities, you name it. I know what I’m doing, I love what I do and can’t see any other route to go but this.” He threw up his hands.
“You’re passionate about it. I can see that. It’s important to be passionate about our work, even if it barely pays.”
“Hell, yeah. I used to do graffiti when I was younger and got in trouble for it. It’s just in me to create art, ya know? So, I had to figure out a way to make a living from it. I have. I even helped run a clothing shop that featured some of my designs, but that went under, so now I have to work all that shit out.” He smiled. “But back to the topic. As far as school, I didn’t need to pay someone to teach me what I can teach myself or learn for free. There are too many books, DVDs, documentaries, and artists walkin’ around New York willing to school someone for me to have to do that.”
I am having a good time with this man tonight. He’s amazing to talk to. I didn’t expect that. He’s actually sitting here talking about school, not focusing on fucking me. At least, not yet. He keeps surprising me. I’m not sure how I feel about that…
She shoved the thoughts out of her mind, and tried to focus. Kamauu’s ‘Mango,’ featuring Adeline, started to play.
“This is a good ass song, you know that?” He began to rock to the beat. The man truly seemed to love music. He was a motherfucker after her own heart. “They’ve got talent. Beautiful pairing. This song is so tight.”
“Well, with what I saw tonight, you are definitely talented, too.” Now what that dick do? She scooted a bit closer, and closer still, the alcohol from her two cocktails earlier making her feel a bit looser and at ease. She leaned toward him until at last, their lips met. Circling his arms around her waist, he kissed her back with the same vigor, the same depth, the same intensity. He said nothing with his mouth, but his body told her everything she needed to know. He tugged at her nape with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other, his leg covering her and holding her in place.
Hard, urgent pecks turned into dancing, dueling tongues. Touching. Gripping skin. Jerky breaths. After a while, to her dismay, he moved away from her like a shadow doused in a flash of light. She slumped back and watched as he removed his shirt, then the wifebeater beneath it, revealing a huge jaguar that climbed up the left side of his body and stretched across his shoulder. It was gorgeous and menacing, the dark ink contrasting with light flesh. She’d seen a sliver of it at the club, but this was a totally different vantage point. On his right shoulder was the word, ‘Deviant.’
Dark hair dusted his chest, over the image of the Creation of Adam, by Michelangelo. It was done so well, as though a small duplicate done by the original painter himself. King leaned back into the cushions, as if giving her time to study him. Her eyes drifted to his tight abs, and the fine trail of hair that disappeared under his pants. He tugged at his belt. Her breath hitched as she waited for the final reveal.
Moments later, he had on nothing but his black boxers. It was hard to determine if he had a snack or a full entree. She strained her eyes, trying to figure it out without appearing too obvious. The boxers were a bit loose, and the color sure as hell didn’t help in her quest. She huffed in despair. For the moment, the mystery remained unsolved.
Without a word, he turned her around, unzipped the back of her jumpsuit and helped her out of it. Now only in her red bra and panties, cool air tickled her flesh, coaxing goosebumps to form along her arms. He ran his big hands all along her shoulders, then swept them across her bra. Her nipples immediately stiffened to his touch, and she tensed.
“Come on now, relax. I’m here for you. I’ve got something real good for you, baby.” His deep voice churned her insides into butter. King seemed to notice everything. Hers wa
sn’t anxiety though, but pure adrenaline, fueled from carnal desire. He pulled her to him until her head rested on his chest. He felt like a wall of protection. Like not a damn thing in the world could harm her as long as he had her back.
Cupping her breasts, he kissed the side of her neck, tickling her skin with his warm breath. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch. He began to sway to the loud music while caressing her, treating her like a precious, rare jewel. “Take me to your bed.”
She followed his command. When they got to their feet, he took a few moments to grab his wallet and phone from his pants. The two traveled the short hall. Red lighting paved the way. She opened the door, exposing her small bed with thick white sheets and wall of mirrors. A small mirrored disco ball light hung from the ceiling. She pressed a button on the wall and music filled the room. It had taken much effort to decorate her little sanctuary here, trying to make it look larger with earth tones, glass accents, mirrors, and tall plants. This area was now an extension of herself. A refuge from the crazy world—and now, she’d allowed this stranger into her cocoon.
A stranger who was looking at her so intensely with hazel eyes under thick black eyebrows. He impatiently pushed his boxers down his legs, allowing her to finally take a peek at his pride and joy. She shook her head and plopped down on the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. A smile grew on her face as she waited for him while he searched in his wallet.
God, I see you have jokes tonight. First, you know I don’t want to be involved with anyone right now. Yes, yes, I know, okay? I’m not getting any younger and you disapprove of my one-night stands, sowing my wild oats. Well, cut me some slack. I was a late bloomer. Yes, I know I’ve been treating my body like a trampoline lately, but see, you’ve done too much today.
Two wrongs don’t make a right. I told you I was sorry and would stop. But, this?! Oh, no. I wasn’t ready. I told you that when I was ready to settle down, I wanted the total package. You gave it to me. But this is not the right time. I’m not ready to settle down. Why are you doing this to me? I said I wanted him to have a big dick because see, the last dude you sent my way didn’t have one. Well, you probably didn’t send him—that was the Devil’s work and my stupidity working in tandem… but nevertheless, I wanted a guy to have a penis so damn long, thick, and strong, it could break concrete. That’s what I was used to in my previous relationship with Karter, but WOW. Did you run out of human cocks and grab an elephant’s?
She turned and shot him a look. He was oblivious, still messing around with his wallet. She returned her gaze to the ceiling. Lord have mercy. He probably got a graveyard full of dead pussies.
His smooth laughter yanked her out of her deliberations.
“What?” She sat up and smiled at him as he placed his wallet on her white dresser.
“I was just thinkin’ about me asking you if your name was Siri. That was stupid.” They both chuckled and she fell back on the bed again, arms outstretched.
“No, it wasn’t. I told you people do that all the time. Besides, it was loud in there. You may not have heard me clearly.”
He sat on the bed next to her and placed a few condom wrappers on the glass nightstand, then covered her body with his, crashing into her like a hefty curtain of obscurity. She sighed, immersed in his musky heat, frenzied masculine energy, the scent of a real man. She was being touched by an artist, and it showed. Holding her chin steady, he kissed her hard. She grinded against his pelvis, moving in sync with him, with the music, floating and sliding against each other, predicting each other’s next move. He ran his fingers through her hair and they held each other’s gaze. His eyes smiled before his lips did.
They inhaled the electricity and shared it. This was chemistry. That shit some of her friends spoke about and she’d had no idea what they were referring to before now. The instant attraction, the fairytale shit, unbelievable shit, that ‘this isn’t real’ shit…
Peace, bliss, and understanding…
This screamed ‘I know what the other is doing, I know where their body is moving, I know how they’re feeling, I know what they’re wanting, needing.’
The hairs on her arms stood at attention, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He trailed kisses down the side of her face, nice and slow, then her neck. He paused when he came to her breasts. His gaze on her, he slid her bra off and tossed it across the room.
He softly enveloped her nipples in his mouth and sucked and massaged them while mimicking the love dance between her legs, rocking with only the thin veil of satin red panties between them. His big dick curved to the right, brushing against her nature as if it was knocking to come in. Sinead Harnett’s ‘Stickin'’ provided the background music, the beat so loud it vibrated within her. She wanted him to vibrate inside her, too. Instinctively, she arched her back as he took his time, working her up, teasing her… then drifted down to her waist.
He tugged gently on her panties and slowly slipped them down her legs, then brought the material to his nose and inhaled with a naughty grin before discarding them.
“Your pussy smells bomb, baby, even after a night of dancing. Well, aren’t you just sweet and magnificent? Let me get a taste of you…” Her breath hitched when he bit into his lower lip and pulled her thighs wide open. He went down on her, disappearing from view. Then, the soft hairs of his beard rubbed against her sensitive spot. Two large hands clung to her, keeping her steady, on each tattooed a black angel wing. When he put them together, they made one whole seraph. His fingers were inked in religious symbols. A Christian cross on his right pointer finger, a Hindu Ohm on his left thumb… but that was all she saw because what he was doing to her was so wicked, she shuddered.
He curled his tongue against her clit, and she gasped. He increased his speed, devouring her pussy in frantic flicks of his long tongue. Is this motherfucker moaning? Oh my God, he is…
“Shit!” Her stomach fluttered and she began to tingle all over as he sucked the hell out of her pussy, the wetness increasing tenfold from the way he worked his tongue against her slick folds and clit. They locked eyes for a moment, then she reached between her thighs and grabbed his head, running her fingers through his hair. He lifted one of his hands and covered hers, moving it to his crown and encouraging her to push down. This dude… Shit! He can eat some pussy!
She did as he silently asked, and then he began to shake his head back and forth, as if drowning in her essence.
“King, I’m gonna… Oh, God.”
He licked even harder and she lost her mind. His ass rose and fell against the sheets as if he were fucking the air. She was jealous of that air right then, too. Sinead Harnett’s acoustic version of ‘If You Let Me’ started to play—one of her favorite songs.
She smiled. She laughed. She trembled as she unraveled. He stopped then, resting his hands on her knees as she shook so hard, everything became wavy. He gently massaged her knees and caressed along the curve of her legs as she kept having multiple orgasms, her body quaking, pussy pouring and trickling libations that left droplets spelling his name. She heard him laugh in a sexy, lowkey way. The natural depth and huskiness of his voice made her shake all the more.
“Your touch is like no other, your voice gives me chills.” She swooned, her head in a daze.
“That means we’re connecting well. We’re vibing. You like how I make you feel… all good things.” He dragged his fingers up and down her leg, titillating her. “A woman’s orgasm is one of the most beautiful things in the entire world. So glad you allowed me to give you one.” She loved how he spoke, the words he used to deliver a thought. It was never over the top, too much. Just right.
“You are amazing,” she said breathlessly, finally able to breathe and think coherently, though her body was still tingling all over. She scooted back towards her silver quilted headboard and regarded him with hooded eyes that could barely focus. He was on his haunches, stroking his cock with a slow hand.
“I know I’m amazing. So are you.” He meant what he said, but for
some reason, it didn’t sound conceited. “What you should be concerned about, though, is the fact I’m over here pettin’ my own shit when there’s a perfectly capable, gorgeous woman lying here butt ass naked across from me. You want to give me some head or what?” She burst out laughing. “What?” He smirked, continuing to slowly stroke the fiend between his legs.
“You’ve ruined the whole mood,” she joked.
He shrugged.
“Shit, I mean, I’m not going to make any assumptions. Might as well ask for what I want, see what happens.”
“Come here.” She curled her finger his way. Smirking, he crawled over to her and it didn’t take but a flash of a moment before she had the bastard flat on his back. Straddling him, she took his warm, heavy muscle into her hands. Both were needed to hold it steady.
“You have a big dick.”
He winked and opened his legs further to facilitate her viewing and sucking pleasure.
He knows he has it going on. He slipped his arm behind his head on her oversized white pillow while she gave his dick a good once over, ensuring nothing was out of sorts. Looks healthy. Clean. Thick veins lined the length of his gorgeous cock. She bent down and licked the tip, teasing him, her gaze on his. He smiled at her and shook his head, then his expression darkened. He looked hot. Flustered.
“Come on now… don’t play with it. Suck it.” He wore a grin, but his tone was impatient.
She chuckled, kept flicking her tongue against it as though he were an ice-cream. Up and down she travelled, the entire, beautiful length. She then administered one of her favorite moves by gliding her tongue all along his ample balls. She enveloped one in her mouth, gave a suck, popped it out her mouth, and did the second one the same. His breathing got heavier, louder. A hiss escaped his mouth, and his thigh muscles clenched as she lapped his balls while stroking the shaft. Pumping it up and down.
She made her way up his dick with tiny kisses, took the head in her mouth, then worked her way down. She felt the pull of her cheeks drawing tight as she drew upon the rod, loving the way his dick bumped against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her mouth felt stretched, but she didn’t dare stop. His sighs and groans grew louder and when she chanced another glance at him, his eyes were pressed shut, his lips parted. He fisted the sheets with one hand and ran his palm up and down the bedsheets with the other.
