Filthy Lies_An Interracial Erotic Romance

by Kenya Wright

  Chapter 14

  Tyson’s Notebook

  Weeks had passed, and I been pushing and pushing Ashley, testing her over and over. Still, she gave me no resistance. With every stroke and wicked situation I put her in, she remained my little slut.

  And it was odd thinking this, but at times she was the only one who really knew me. With her, I could be fully exposed and not fear judgment.

  Had I done everything differently, we might’ve have been more.

  But, how could we?

  This started in filth—in lies—nothing could grow from this.

  Or could it?

  There were times when I wondered what she was doing as I sat next to Mia. There were moments when I picked up the phone to call her and put it back down, not wanting to appear desperate for her.

  But I was desperate for her. How did she do that?

  We’d just been sex—my cock pounding her wet pussy—nothing more. But still, in the back of my head and deep, deep, deep in my heart, I knew I lied. Ashley had slowly seeped under my skin and I didn’t know what to do. And I had never expected it to happen, but now her name—her scent—flowed through me like blood in my veins.

  But nothing would change.

  Even if I broke up with Mia and I won’t, I enjoy torturing Logan too much. But, even if I did break up with Mia, Ashley would be too scared to publicly admit that we’re together.

  She’d said as much one night. She wanted me to call, wanted me to kiss and tell her how beautiful she was. But she was scared for us to take the next step. Maybe she thought this situation would be safer than going out and finding a real relationship. I kept it truthful with her compared to any other woman because I hadn’t been trying.

  I just showed her who I was and didn’t care.

  Ashley didn’t get Mr. Nice Guy. She got me, and after having me for so many nights, she still wanted me.

  That was hard not to notice.

  But still I kept with my games, pushing myself out of this new way of thinking. There was no way I would emotionally attach to her. She wasn’t my girlfriend. My grandmother would trip if I brought a white girl around. She hadn’t said as much, but I knew it to be true.

  And I couldn’t see myself walking around town with a white girl, having all these sisters judging me. And they would.

  No. I stay with Mia and keep Ashley on the side. I just won’t get caught up with Ashley.

  Tonight would help me stop these feelings for her.

  I got out of my car—a shitty jeep—old model. The door screeched when I closed it. I pulled out my phone and texted Karan.

  Me: Are you close?

  Karan: Yeah. I’m coming now.

  I waited for Karan to pull up. He drove in the small apartment community, making the beast roar as he slid into a spot. He jumped out, probably eager as I was to get things started.

  Karan walked up the pathway to me with a silly grin on his face. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Of course.” I shook his hand and knocked my elbow against his in our usual gesture. “My pussy is your pussy.”

  “Yeah, right? That goes for Mia too?”

  I frowned. “No. That’s different.”

  “I wouldn’t mess with Mia anyway. Logan would run me over with Scarlett.”

  “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and didn’t waste my time responding anymore. It was funny that even Karan knew Logan was hard up on Mia and he barely came around.

  “Let’s do this.” I walked off.

  “Hold up.” Karan remained where he was. “Does she know what we’re doing?”

  “Not yet.”

  His expression screwed to confusion. “What the fuck? How did you not ask her? This is stupid.”

  “This is how we do it. We play little games and I push her to see how far she will let me.”

  “Like bdsm or something?”

  “Yeah. It’s more like mind-fucking.”

  “Look.” Karan raised his hands in the air. “I just came here to have fun. I don’t know anything about mind-fucking. I can’t believe I decided to do this with you.”

  “Your freaky ass. You know you want as many experiences as you can before you get married this summer.”

  “True.” He nodded and got to my side. “I finally have a picture of the possible bride.”

  “Good-looking?”

  “Very much, but I have no idea what she sounds like or anything else.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. This will be fun. It’ll give me an escape.”

  “Yep.” I patted his back. “And you can finally cross threesome off your sex bucket list.”

  “Correct.” He shook his head. “But, when I’d wrote threesome on there, I thought it would be two women.”

  “Such is life, KK.”

  I walked up to Ashley’s studio apartment. He trailed behind me. It was a nice place, small but with high ceilings. Enough space to not feel confined. I pulled her keys out. She’d given them to me weeks ago.

  Earlier, I’d given her strict instructions.

  “Make sure your futon is flattened,” I told her on the phone. “Don’t wear anything, but those six-inch red heels with the silky red ribbons that tie all the way up to your knees.”

  She moaned in anticipation. “What are we going to do?”

  “Something we’ve never done before.”

  I unlocked the door and opened it.

  She’d been laying down, but she sat up.

  I didn’t enter. Instead, I gestured for Karan to go first. Ashley quirked her eyebrows, not sure of who I was talking to. Fear hit her face as if she’d thought I’d invited Mia for this night.

  Not yet, my little slut. That day will come. We’ll fuck Mia together.

  Karan walked ahead of me. His tall, wide-shouldered frame filled the entrance. I moved around him, watching both of their reactions.

  She sighed as she drank him in, tense shoulders relaxing. She arched forward a little as if presenting her naked full breasts to Karan, luring him to her.

  Karan’s brown gaze immediately found her on the bed. His black hair tumbled around his face, brushing the dark strands framing his mouth and shadowing his jaw.

  I studied her with a hooded stare.

  Silence permeated the room and then sound of her increasingly rapid, shallow breaths came.

  Karan slowly stalked over to her. “Hello, Ashley.”

  She blinked. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

  “Tyson explained that you enjoyed these types of surprises.” Karan licked his lips as he stood at the edge of the bed, not reaching out for her, just giving her this intense gaze.

  Those exposed pink nipples hardened, and my cock stiffened too. It was like I was standing inside a self-created porn and I could move the players around as I wanted. And I could participate too. I became intoxicated with the power, feeling more free and happy than I’d ever felt in my life.

  I remained near the door. “Do you want him to leave, Ashley?”

  “No,” she whispered, not moving.

  I studied her some more. “Anytime you want us to stop, you let me know.”

  “I don’t think...” She stirred on the bed. “I don’t think, I’ll want you two to stop.”

  “Good.” I grunted. “Because I really want the both of us to fuck you.”

  “I just have one question.” She gripped the blanket next to her. “You don’t mind sharing me with another man? I know we’re not together, but...”

  “That is not what we’re about,” I said. “We’re about pleasure and pushing each other’s boundaries. We’re about respect, not judgment. Fun, not control and anger.”

  I shut the door and locked it. “Come here, my little slut.”

  Sighing, she let go of the blanket, rose from the bed, and slowly walked my way. She’d worn nothing, like I’d asked, except those beautiful shoes. They were all the decoration she needed this evening. Red silk ribbon against pale white skin.

  The whole time, Karan watched her
walk to me. His eyes dripped with desire. I spotted a large lump appear in front of his pants and knew he was getting as hard as I was.

  “You want her too, KK?” I smirked at him. “All that you can imagine, multiply by a hundred. She’s everything and more. Her pussy is delicious and warm. You’ll love licking her clit and sticking your tongue deep inside of her.”

  She trembled at my words.

  “Touch your nipples,” I hissed. “I like how hard they are.”

  She obliged. Eyelashes lowering, she cupped a hand over her breast and moaned from the burning need she must’ve felt. She squeezed that full flesh. My mouth craved them. I couldn’t wait to lick and feast.

  “Touch that pussy.” I slipped my hands over my cock, ready to unzip my jeans and take it out. “Show Karan what you like.”

  She bit her bottom lip and slid her hands away from her breasts. Inch by fucking inch, I went even more erect.

  “Yes. You’re such a good slut.”

  Karan grunted as her fingers hit the space between her thighs, hovering in front of her pussy. She didn’t touch it, almost as if nervous to do it in front of us.

  Karan slowly moved closer to her but gave her plenty space. “Please, show me. I want to please you tonight.”

  She licked her lips and let out a long breath.

  With a low moan, she moved her hand onto her pussy. How wet those naughty folds must’ve been.

  “Yes,” Karan whispered as he watched in heated lust.

  She spread her smooth, swollen lips open, causing Karan and I to grunt. I couldn’t deal with it. I unbuttoned my jeans but didn’t take my cock out. Instead, I placed my hand inside and gripped the thick length.

  In a low groan, I admitted, “You’re making us crazy, Ashley.”

  Her response was a moan as she exposed her puckered clit.

  “Touch it,” Karan whispered, now directly behind her and possibly pressing his hard cock on her ass. “Please.”

  She did, caressing the sensitive bud. A gasp left her. “Touch me. The both of you. Please.”

  Staying behind her, Karan moved his arms around her small frame and cupped her full breasts. He kissed the back of her neck and tugged at her nipples, pulling and pushing, toying and teasing.

  “Oh, Karan,” she gasped. Her head fell back and rested on his big shoulders.

  “I see you like my idea for this evening.” I closed the distance between us as Karan had his way with those nipples. It drove her crazy, and me being closer to her now, I could tell it made her even more horny.

  She watched me through hooded and diluted eyes. Waiting. Wanting. Needing and damn near close to begging.

  I gave her a wicked smile. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Finger me. Lick me. Do any damn thing to me.”

  “I think I should get my finger wet first.” I moved my fingers down to her soft pussy. The whole time, she shivered and moaned. I didn’t know what Karan was doing to her, but I could bet he was rubbing his cock all over her ass. Low grunts left him as she squeezed her nipples and she gasped, lost in the darkness of lust and unlimited passion.

  I bypassed her clit, teasing the bud and going for the slick walls of her sex, pushing my finger in and out. Karan—such a greedy lover—moved one of his hands to her pussy and caressed her clit.

  She almost lost balance, swaying a little before regaining it.

  Chuckling, I got closer, captured a quick kiss, and moved my finger faster in and out of her pussy. “Are you close, my little slut?”

  Her eyelashes fluttered as she moaned, “So close.”

  It drove me mad with horniness. “Let’s go to the bed.”

  Karan stepped back quick as if he’d been dying for us to move too. Unlike me, he’d taken his cock out and had been stroking the long, dark length in his hands.

  I’m impressed.

  Karan was big, although not bigger than me. Long and thick, his cock jutted from a nest of black curls. His fat, swollen tip glistened with drops of pre-cum. He touched a little of the beaded drops, smearing it over the mushroomed tip, and hungrily watched Ashley climb on the bed like a cat in heat. She got on all fours. Her futon creaked. Her plump ass and moist folds greeted our eyes.

  Karan and I spent almost no time undressing. The only sound was our clothes rustling. I made it to Ashley first, and got behind her.

  “Lucky bastard.” Karan climbed on the bed, crawled to the front, and positioned his cock right in front of her face. Like a good little slut, she wasted no time and sucked that fat length into her mouth.

  A little jealousy hit me, but I shoved it away and focused on the lovely sight in front of me—her puckered ass, ready to be expanded and filled. I rubbed my tip against the sensitive hole, patting her ass cheeks as she bobbed her head up and down on Karan’s cock. She gagged a little. The sounds filled the air. It gave me the motivation to thrust inside of her and I did, hard and deep, giving her no time to get used to her ass being filled with me.

  “Oh!” She moaned, letting go of Karan’s cock and gripping the sheet in front of me. “Oh, Tyson.”

  “Yes, my little slut. Yes.” I thrust in her some more.

  “Damn, she must feel so good.” Karan rubbed his cock and watched mine slide in and out of her. Hunger blazed over his face. There was no denying he wanted to be where I was.

  A fierce darkness hit Karan’s voice. “Let me pull her up closer, so I can fuck in her pussy, while you fill her ass.”

  Grunting, I pulled out of her. My cock ached to be back inside, but Karan had done me this favor. I couldn’t be greedy and keep the good parts all to myself.

  We positioned her in a perfect way. He sat down and leaned his upper body against the bed’s head board. She got on top of him, slowly impaling herself with his cock, sucking that fat length in with her wet pussy. And I moved behind her, spreading her ass apart and thrusting inside hoping we would all cum—all three—at the same time.

  We bucked and fucked and rocked into each other. An electric charge raged through the three of us, pooling here and there, zapping us with horny-crazed lust.

  And the moment was the freakiest thing I’d ever done. It was erotic. Nasty. Filthy, if I was truthful with myself.

  Our moans mingled together as the bed rocked and the headboard knocked. I jerked my hips, aching and greedy for the final eruption of pleasure. Hungry for the breakdown. The erotic ripping apart of the senses.

  “Oh Karan,” Ashley whimpered. “Oh, Tyson.”

  Karan clenched his jaw and must’ve began pushing hard into her because her body started lifting a little. But I kept my position, pounding and pumping.

  “Oh, God.” She writhed between us as we penetrated her together. How I wished Logan had been a part of the fun. He could’ve been standing on the bed with his cock in his hand, making her lick his balls and suck on his length. Cumming all over her pretty face as I came inside of her ass and Karan in her pussy.

  Filthy. Dark and relentless. We exploded, touching and caressing each other. I didn’t even care if it was Karan’s balls I rubbed against or her ass. It all felt so goddamn good, so nasty and wickedly erotic. Lust punched the air out of our lungs and ripped the capability to speak from our throats.

  Somehow, we all moaned together, loud and bold, not giving one flying fuck if the neighbors heard or not. How they must’ve wondered the amount of people fucking in the room.

  Ashley shuddered as I came. Karan continued to grunt in a rhythmic pattern as if riding a wave of pleasure.

  Minutes passed, and we remained locked together, our limbs tangled with our dying arousal.

  Finally, I pulled out and fell to the other side of the bed in pure exhaustion. “We have to do that again.”

  Karan laughed as Ashley slowly got off him and lay next to me. “I don’t know about that, Tyson.”

  I eyed him. “What do you mean?”

  “It was a one-time thing.” Karan slowly wiped the sweat off his head. “A fun night.”

  “It was
amazing.” Ashley yawned and cozied up next to me.

  I shook my head. “Yeah, but we have to do that again.”

  “Naw.” Karan rose from the bed, shook his cock, and walked over to where he’d put his clothes. “I checked it off my list and now I’m good.”

  “What?” I sat up. “How can you walk away from something that felt so good?”

  Karan gave me an odd look. “Dude, it’s sex. Not life. There’s more things that bring me pleasure. And frankly, I like to have my women to myself, no disrespect or anything.”

  “None taken.” I nodded, but I thought about what he’d said the rest of the night, showering in Ashley’s bathroom, and heading back to Mia’s place. Surely, Mia would be fast asleep. She had a wedding to do tomorrow.

  She probably figured something was up with us. She’d stopped having sex with me, and even when we did, it hadn’t been that many times.

  Shit. I’ve fucked Ashley more in these three months than I’ve fucked Mia.

  Once I made it back to Mia’s place, I lay in the bed and stared at the ceiling.

  Sex had been the biggest thing to bring me pleasure. After that, there was really nothing else. I worked out to stay in shape and fuck women. I worked to have the money to look nice to fuck women. Every move I made revolved around sleeping with and controlling women.

  What else gives me pleasure?

  That kept me up the rest of the night, well into the morning.

  Something must change. I’m not happy, and it’s not Mia. And it’s not Ashley. And it’s not even Logan or anybody else.

  I swallowed and pretended to sleep as Mia woke up. But I swore I couldn’t get this one thought out of my head.

  It’s me. I think the problem is me.

  Was it?

  Chapter 15

  Mia

  “‘It’s me. I think the problem is me.” I read the last sentence in Tyson’s entry. “Was it?”

  “Yes. It’s him for sure.” Logan nodded.

  I laughed.

  “I can’t believe Tyson. What a piece of work.” Logan pulled into his building’s parking garage. Being that he owned it, he had a guaranteed spot right next to the guarded elevators on the fourth level. We pulled into his space.