Filthy Lies_An Interracial Erotic Romance

by Kenya Wright

  Whereas Ashley loved to play, enjoyed having fun.

  I picked the wrong friend, but fuck you, Logan. You can’t have Mia either.

  I drove my cock deep into Ashley’s ass. Shrieking, she gripped the edge of the counter in front of her as her body stiffened against me. I played with her clit some more and she moaned.

  “What are they doing?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Oh.”

  I pulled in and then drove hard back into her. “Are you watching, my little slut?”

  “Mia is...dancing with the twins.”

  I licked the curve of her neck and then bit a little, slowly thrusting in and out of her the whole time. Delicious strokes so good, the movements made me delirious. “And...what else is going on?”

  “Ewww. Karan is vomiting into the pool.”

  Grunting, I thrust harder. “What else?”

  “Logan is dancing badly next to the twins, and Mia is trying not to laugh.”

  “Hmmm.” I licked my lips, loving how tight and slick her ass was. “And how’s this cock?”

  “Oh.” Her moan echoed in the kitchen.

  “Keep it down.” I pumped faster, nervous she would draw someone to the house and get us caught. It felt so good. Cum rushed up to the tip and I came in her hard, pounding in her the whole time and rubbing her clit fast so she could come with me.

  “Oh, Daddy, oh Daddy.” She gripped the sink and bent over, almost pressing her face against the window as the music and laughter rose from outside. “Yes. Yes. Just like that.”

  And then we drowned in our own pleasure, draining each other. Moaning and groaning. It felt so good, I could get lost in the feeling forever. The utter pleasure of it all. The gripping electric charge that reminded me that I was still alive. That although this shitty world knocked me down as much as possible, there was still joy out there for a few seconds—there were still moments when I could escape and explode in ecstasy.

  After my last thrust, I collapsed onto Ashley, pushing her a little into the sink.

  “Damn,” she panted. “That was perfect.”

  “Did you come that time?” I pulled out of her, spilling semen on that white, oily ass.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.” I stuffed my cock inside my jeans and zipped up. “I’ll see you outside. Don’t take too long.”

  “Wait.”

  I stopped and turned around. “What’s wrong?”

  “You never called. You said you would.”

  “Mia kept me busy.”

  “But...”

  “Yes?”

  “What about us?”

  “We’re complicated, Ashley.” I lifted my hand to my nose and inhaled her scent. “But I’m loving the complications.”

  “I don’t want to do this again.”

  “But, we will.”

  “We won’t.”

  Laughing, I left the kitchen. “You’ll see.”

  Chapter 10

  Logan

  What is going to happen to Mia and me now?

  I had to be crazy to not think of the possibilities of us after Tyson had screwed up enormously.

  Of course, I couldn’t just tell her my feelings now. There was an appropriate time for everything. Once he was gone, she’d probably do what my sisters did—eat ice cream, not shave, and binge-watch Netflix for weeks. I might’ve planned on coming over to comfort her in these future weeks. I felt like shit getting excited about it. It was a creepy move to make, hovering around like a vulture and waiting for the moment to seize the prey.

  You stupid, stupid fool, Tyson.

  He’d fucked up. Why should I feel bad? He hadn’t even done the typical cheat, he’d gone all out. As thick as those notebooks were, he’d had plenty of adventures. I’d browsed through most of it, searching for my sisters’ names and not finding them again. But I spotted Ashley’s name a lot.

  Thank God, I’d stayed clear of Ashley. That first night at the club, she’d never caught my eye. Next to Mia, she was nothing. She had no conversation, no ambition beyond being famous which it didn’t seem she had much of a plan for. She took tons of selfies every day and always told me she was low on money as if urging me to offer.

  One time I did because I felt bad. She’d called me late at night and asked me to come over. I told her that I couldn’t but wanted to know if she needed help. She said she was depressed over money troubles. I offered to help, and she’d offered her body. I’d declined, and she’d hung up, probably from embarrassment.

  Every time I saw her afterwards, it was awkward.

  And the whole time she was messing with Tyson. What a sticky situation this would’ve been, if I’d fucked Ashley too. Thank God, I’d stayed away.

  There was one thing Tyson didn’t get. Pussy was just pussy, but a woman—the one to love and cherish—that meant a different game altogether. One buried in love and faith and even fear of losing oneself too much. He hadn’t even tried to be good to Mia.

  Why did he start a relationship with her then?

  Meanwhile, Tyson had exposed himself to Monica also. He’d have to be dealt with. There was no way I would let him get free of that. And it wasn’t just because she was my little sister. What type of sick fuck played games with a teenage girl? How many problems did Tyson really have? How many of them had I ignored?

  I had to admit, Tyson did a good job of hiding the affair—hiding himself, hiding every filthy thing about him. He hadn’t even told me, probably knowing that I would use it as an opportunity to break them up.

  Oh well. Some friend I am, but if he’d told me he was fucking Ashley, I would’ve told Mia. Period. If only to watch her kick his ass out of her place.

  When I’d heard he’d moved in, I’d come close to punching my fist through a wall. The twins had blurted it out and had been shocked by my reaction. I might’ve barked my annoyance and stomped off. The twins never let that moment go—always hinting that I might have a crush on Mia and asking about it.

  Now Tyson’s fucked up, and I’m not going to hide my feelings for her anymore. Eventually, I’m going to tell her.

  Granted, I hadn’t hidden them that well. Tyson had me right in his little notebook. He figured I had a thing for Mia and that I couldn’t get her out of my head. And he was crazy enough to let me be around her, bored by our conversations and always disappearing off for long bouts of time. I relished in those moments alone with her.

  And what were you doing, Tyson? Fucking Ashley or somebody else? Stupid.

  Checking the time, I rushed home, showered, changed, and headed out to the hotel a few minutes late. Vicky was my usual Friday night, but things would be changing, and I didn’t feel right telling her over the phone.

  Tyson had fucked up and let me find a way to slip in with Mia, and even better, he’d been distant with me most of these months, completely ruining our friendship. Add the fact that he’d exposed himself to my baby sister and all loyalty went out the window.

  Mia would be mine, and I would break Tyson’s legs. No one would get in my way with either situation.

  I arrived at the hotel thirty minutes later.

  Damn. I’m sorry, Vicky. You’re a good woman.

  This couldn’t be helped. I knew who I wanted to be with. I felt it deep in my bones, flowing through my heart and warming my soul. Mia was the one for me. And now that I could finally tell her how much she meant to me, I wasn’t going to waste any more time with any other women.

  I parked the car in my usual spot. When I entered the hotel, the front desk receptionist recognized me and gave me a key. The woman was used to me coming and picking up a key every other night. I kept a few women on call, but they were usually three that I enjoyed from time to time.

  “It’s room 420 this time,” she said.

  “Thank you.” I grabbed the key card.

  Vicky would have to be the first of the three that I let go. It could’ve been premature of me to end all my fuck friends, but I had to focus on taking this chance with Mia. I
wouldn’t drop the ball like Tyson and chase meaningless sex. That sort of thing was a dime a dozen.

  Hopefully, he’s in love with Ashley. That’ll make this whole situation better.

  I wanted a happy ending for the poor guy. He had no idea how big of a mistake he’d made. For some guys, it took them several women to figure out that they’d had the right one from the beginning. Not that I had a lot of relationship experience. My knowledge had come from books and watching my friends stumble over their cocks and break hearts.

  First Vicky, then Natalie, and Julia will be last. She’s out of town anyway.

  I took the elevator and pulled my phone out, texting and checking up on Mia.

  Me: Has he grabbed his stuff yet?

  Mia: No.

  Me: How do you feel?

  Mia: Stupid, but I’ll live.

  Me: Do you want me to kill him?

  Mia: It would be nice, but no.

  Me: Maybe a punch in the face or broken arm?

  Mia: hmmm...no, don’t tempt me.

  Me: Do you want me to come over?

  Mia: No, you have a date tonight.

  Me: It’s not a date, Mia. And you’re always more important.

  Mia: No. Have fun. I am getting drunk. My brother is almost here. He’ll be in the living room studying.

  I ran my fingers through my hair and stepped off the elevator. Mia wanted to handle this by herself, but I didn’t like her sitting in her place drunk and alone.

  Fuck it. I’m taking a chance.

  I texted her back.

  Me: I’m coming. I don’t care. I’ll be there with more wine and food. Just give me twenty minutes.

  Mia: Are you sure?

  Me: I’ll always be there for you. We’re...

  My fingers hovered over the phone for a few seconds. Things were changing. I wanted to explore the idea of more than a friendship with her, but knew the timing was off. Inside of me beat an urge to take her into my arms and whisper everything I’d always wanted to say.

  We must take our time on this.

  I finished the text.

  Me: We’re friends. I’ll always have your back.

  Damn. I hate to do this to Vicky.

  Vicky had been what I needed at the time. Sexy and discreet. A fun fuck in bed and easy-going when we hung out. A woman who held no expectations, had no agenda, and no interest in getting involved. But most important of all, a woman who wasn't Mia.

  I knocked and then opened the hotel door, dreading what I had to do. Vicky stood in the center, dressed in fantasy garb. Shocked, I drank her all in—sea green scales covered her breasts. She wore a tiny gold skirt made of gold skulls that barely covered her bare ass.

  I smiled. “You’re Princess Era.”

  “Surprise. I know you like that Kingmaker show and was all excited about the release.”

  I stepped inside and closed the door. “This was so sweet.”

  “Now, we can do some fantasy role-playing.” She clapped and rushed over to the bed. “I’ve got swords and chains and—”

  “Oh wow. Chains?”

  “I even have an outfit for you.” She grabbed two tiny patches of cloth off the night stand. “See. You’re Mulligan.”

  I chuckled. “He tends to wear more than that, but I love the idea.”

  Vicky blushed. “You do?”

  “Yes.”

  We stared at each other for several quiet seconds. Anticipation ran in her eyes while I felt nothing but guilt.

  “Vicky, I’m sorry but—”

  “What?”

  My phone buzzed.

  “Hold on.” I checked the screen.

  Mia had texted back.

  Mia: Thanks, Logan. I’m lucky to have you.

  I looked up.

  Vicky rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. Does this have something to do with Mia?”

  “Yes.”

  Sighing, she sat on the bed. My stomach twisted. I wasn’t afraid of many things, but I didn’t enjoy hurting a woman’s feelings, especially one as nice as Vicky. While I’d always been upfront and told her that I only wanted sex, I knew she hoped we would be more someday. But in the end, she wasn't the woman I thought about when we fucked. Sometimes I would even place Mia’s face on top of hers. On those nights, I knew karma would be slamming into me like a freight train one day.

  I let out a sigh of frustration. “Vicky, you’re beautiful and amazing.”

  That, at least, was the truth. I still felt like a douchebag.

  Vicky smiled, looking both shy and pleased—and I felt even more like a prick. What was wrong with me? Vicky was gorgeous, sexy, and easy to talk to the few times we did hold a conversation. She wasn’t bad in bed either.

  But she wasn't Mia, which was a ridiculous comparison.

  “But, what?” She tilted her head, one eyebrow rising in question. “I’m not Mia. Is that the reason? I don’t even know her, and I hate her.”

  “Vicky, I—”

  “Just forget about it, Logan. No matter what I do you just think about her. And it’s like she knows we’re together. She’s always texting and you’re always stopping to see what she wants. It’s insulting.”

  “I’m sorry. That was wrong. I never knew you hated it.”

  A tear spilled from her eye as she stared at me. “I’m in love with you.”

  “What?”

  “I’m fucking in love with you, Logan.”

  How the hell did that happen?

  While I understood if Vicky would be disappointed when we ended, I’d never made our arrangement more than what it was. We’d only been fucking for barely two months, and it had just been weekly moments of sex, no more than two hours. We barely talked. She’d just learned my last name a few weeks ago, but that was it.

  In love with me?

  She didn’t even know me. I didn’t even know her. She had no idea about my sisters, parents, anything about my private life. She knew about my love of the Kingmaker series, but anyone would’ve gotten that from glancing at my cellphone cover.

  “How do you feel about me?” Vicky rose from the bed and slowly walked over to me.

  “I think you’re a beautiful person.”

  “Haven’t we had some good times?” She reached out to touch the top of my jeans.

  I stopped her hands and held them. “Of course, we’ve had good times, but not the sort to fall in love.”

  More tears fell from her eyes.

  How could I explain to her that I needed more than sex to fall in love? Pussy was wonderful. It always tasted good. It never disappointed. Wet and silky, warm and inviting. Pussy was never a bad thing in any moment of the day no matter what happened. There weren’t many times in life where a heterosexual single guy would say, “Nope. I don’t want that perfectly delightful pussy of yours.”

  But when it came down to having that same pussy around and saying no to others, I needed more than just an orgasm. I needed conversation that made me think well beyond the time she said goodbye. I needed a smile that warmed my heart and made me dream about it at night.

  “I’m so in love with you,” Vicky whispered. “Why can’t you just focus on me for once and give us a chance?”

  “Because it would be a lackluster performance at best.” I pulled her in my arms and tried to give her a friendly hug. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way about you. I think you’re an amazing woman. Any man would be happy to—”

  “Oh, save it.” She pushed out of my arms and paced back and forth in front of me. “Whatever. I spent all week researching that stupid and ridiculous TV show. Kingmaker. What type of grown man likes fucking warrior elves? It’s a book for kids for god’s sake.”

  “It really isn’t. It’s violent and complex intrigue—”

  “Oh, shut up about that damn show.” She raised her hands in the air and dropped them, still pacing and pissed. “I forced myself to watch the whole stupid season. Mulliwaggle with his sword. Mulliwaggle slicing off dragons’ heads and roaring—”

  �
��Mulligan,” I muttered.

  “I know his damn name.”

  “Sorry.”

  She stopped in front of me and glared. “I learned everything about Mulligan. For what? To fucking surprise you, and of course, you don’t appreciate anything because of Mia. Mia. Mia—”

  “I think it’s amazing. I really do.”

  She jabbed at the air. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get gold skulls to put on your tits!?”

  “No.” I took out my wallet from my pocket. “I could reimburse you the—”

  “Now you’re paying me like a whore?” She placed her hands on her hips.

  “Fuck no, Vicky. I’m just trying to—”

  “Stop yourself from feeling guilty.”

  “That’s half right. The other part is that I care.” I pulled two hundred dollars out and placed it on the nightstand where my Mulligan G-string lay. “I heard cosplay for the Kingmaker can be expensive, and I really thought it was amazing what you did.”

  Granted, she’d dressed up as Princess Era—Mulligan’s sworn enemy who’d killed his mother—but hey, this wasn’t the right time to correct that. Mulligan would never get his cock up for Princess Era. Coragon—a demon warrior princess—truly had his heart.

  But Vicky had tried, and that was brilliant.

  Vicky didn’t take the money. Rage blazed in her eyes.

  “I really meant what I said.” I stepped back from the nightstand. “The guy that gets your love will be one happy man. You really are amazing.”

  She wiped the tears off her face. “Just not amazing enough for you?”

  “I didn’t mean it that way. I’ve always told you that I had strong feelings for someone else. I never wanted to lead you on.”

  “Yet, somehow...here we are.” She touched her chest. “Me, with a broken heart, and you running off into the sunset with...Mia. I hope she breaks your heart. I hope she runs you around in circles.”

  I nodded, understanding why she was pissed. “I’m leaving. Order anything you want on the room. It’s all on me. I’m sorry about tonight.”

  “Fuck you, Logan. I hope she fucking breaks your heart. And if she doesn’t, you surely will.” She stomped after me. “You don’t know how to love. You just want her because you can’t have her. Once you have her, you’ll fucking be disappointed.”