Sugar Dust

by Raven ShadowHawk

  “Fuck...” he whimpered.

  The frantic jerking of Dan’s hips told Karen to hold back. She slowed the motions of her mouth and released his cock from the depths of her throat to lick and kiss the hot, stiff length. The free hand went back to her panties. Two fingers slid into her slippery folds while her thumb lingered on the sensitive skin of her clit. She became aware of her own breathing, quick, irregular and shallow. Sweat pasted the vest to her back and stung the sensitive skin where flog marks remained. Still not enough. A third finger slipped past her pussy lips to join the first two. Her thumb maintained constant pressure where she needed it most.

  “Damn it, Karen,” Dan choked. “Hurry up.”

  The wet squelch of her thrusting fingers drowned out his voice. Eyes closed, lips once more forming a tight seal around Dan’s rod, she concentrated on the feeling of tight, tingling warmth oozing out from her belly. It flushed every inch of skin. Made her limbs tremble like a guttering candle flame. Numb warmth started at the tips of her toes and crawled forward through her feet and up her legs.

  “Damn you, Kaz, what did I say?”

  Karen had just time to recognize the command in his voice before Dan grabbed her by the chin and heaved her mouth away from his cock. Dizzy, breathless, Karen went limp as he pulled her across his lap with her face turned to the ceiling, legs dangling. She felt the rigid length of his cock press into her ribs and moaned through clenched teeth. That’s what she wanted. Craved. Needed as surely as air.

  Her body arched when Dan grabbed her breasts. He squeezed them through the vest then pinched each nipple until her moans turned into yelps of pain.

  Karen kept thrusting with her fingers. She closed her eyes, though not before she saw him lean forward. Then his teeth fastened on the exposed line of flesh between her neck and shoulder. He bit down and Karen screamed a low, quivering note. Pain met pleasure and the pair crashed together with an impact that left spots of white dancing behind her closed eyelids. Her fingers spasmed inside her body and wave after wave of delicious release rolled through her body and flattened her sense of reason.

  “That’s better,” Dan spoke through teeth still clenched on a mouthful of flesh. “When I say you first, I mean it. Understand?” The word ended on a growl.

  Karen jerked her hand from her underwear and stuffed the sticky fingers into her mouth one by one. Ecstasy flowed through her body from her pussy outward across every inch of skin. Tremors shot through her limbs and made her pull against Dan’s teeth. Still unsteady, she offered no complaint as he released his grip. The room spun as he turned her over. His cock pressed into her stomach, but before that fresh pleasure had time to register, Dan pulled her jogging pants down. Then her underwear. He spanked her bare cheek. She winced. Cool air caressed her ass.

  “Do. You. Un. Der. Stand?” He marked each syllable with a firm slap to her butt.

  “Yes, Sir,” she moaned, grinding her clit against his jeans.

  “Good. Now finish me off.” He kissed the sore patches on each cheek and let her roll off his lap.

  As her mind and body wandered back toward each other over the abyss of pleasure, Karen sank to her knees. She smiled, conscious of the damp dribbles running down her thigh. Still fuzzy and jelly-legged, she dragged her sluggish body into position between Dan’s legs.

  The head of his cock pointed at her face, wet and quivering. She slurped it back into her mouth and immediately felt Dan respond by twitching against her tongue. Again he tangled his fingers in her hair and this time he kept control, using his grip to jerk her face up and down while thrusting with his hips.

  “Yes,” he hissed. “God yes. Fucking suck me. Finish it.”

  The filthy expression on Dan’s face, coupled with his guttural breathing dragged Karen back to the brink. She put a hand back between her legs and caressed the hypersensitive skin. The other massaged Dan’s tightening balls.

  He tensed and bit his lip. “Yes, don’t move. I’m nearly there...”

  A phone rang. The clanging bells and grating voice of the Crazy Frog ringtone filled the room and Karen bolted upright, leaving several hairs wrapped around Dan’s clutching fingers.

  “No!” he shouted.

  Dan’s hips rocked forward, his backside rearing off the sofa as he finally gave in. His own orgasm clawed keening groans from the depths of his throat and long strings of sticky, white semen arced through the air. Some struck his stomach and slid down his shirt like sexually charged snail trails. The rest splattered the lid of his laptop.

  “Damn it, Kaz!” He growled through a series of labored pants. “It’s not funny.”

  She stared at his laptop and the creamy trails oozing into the housing. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Then stop laughing.”

  “I can’t!” Snickering, Karen crawled across the room and snatched her cell phone from the coffee table. She held it to her ear. “Hi, Cindy.”

  “Everything is shit and everyone sucks!” said the hysterical voice at the other end.

  “What happened?”

  “Sam dumped me.”

  The laughter died as though it had never been. Still tingling and breathless from the powerful orgasm, Karen took a second to steady herself. She wiped the sticky hand on her vest and pushed her hair from her eyes. She pulled her underwear and jogging bottoms up to rest on her hips.

  “When?” She waved aside Dan’s questioning look and perched on the single armchair.

  “Just now. An hour ago. I don’t know. I started the rum when I got off the phone. It’s gone now.”

  “I’m sorry, honey.”

  “Come home, Kaz. I need you.”

  Karen looked at Dan. Smirked at the sight of him gingerly scoping spunk off his laptop. “I can’t.”

  “Don’t leave me here alone.”

  “I’m supposed to spend tonight with Dan.”

  “He’s more important than me?”

  Karen rolled her eyes and walked open-eyed into the guilt-trap. “You know he’s not.”

  “Then come home. Help me finish the other bottle.”

  “Give me half an hour.” Sighing, she hung up.

  Dan glared at her. “We need to talk about your blowjob technique. And your bloody ringtone.”

  “I only use it for Cindy; it guarantees I’ll answer.”

  “It’s annoying as hell. What did she want?”

  “It’s Sam.”

  “Again?” Dan stopped wiping. “What set them off this time?”

  “Don’t know, but I need to help her.”

  “Right. You can run off to help your friend, but I can’t pick up my parents?”

  Karen pressed her fingers against her eyelids. Red spots danced across her vision when she let go. “Don’t be a dick. You know this is different.”

  “How?”

  “You’re not in a cage. You got to come. Cindy isn’t a complete bitch who hates your guts.” She counted each point on her fingers. “We’ve finished playing as far as I can tell. I could keep going.”

  Dan opened his mouth again. When she pinned him with a firm look, he pressed his lips together and returned to wiping the laptop.

  ***

  Karen raised her key to the door but it opened before she could insert it. Instead of the hallway, she saw a tumbler of pale amber liquid, held at eye height. Several ice cubes clinked against in the bottom.

  “Here.” Cindy stood on the other side of the glass, tall, skinny and bald but for a crest of ice-white hair flowing down the center of her head to the small of her back. She wore nothing but tattoos, a cropped vest over tiny white panties, and an expression like that of a kicked puppy. “Take it then.”

  Karen blinked at the glass before plucking it from Cindy’s shaking hand. When her friend fixed her with an expectant stare, she tilted her head and downed the liquid in one gulp. The sting of alcohol and a tiny chip of ice made her cough. “Can I come in now?”

  “I guess.” Cindy spun on her heel and marched into the flat.

  Ka
ren followed her over the threshold and shut the door. In the living room, Cindy flopped cross-legged on to the floor beside a small tin of weed. She formed a fat, lumpy roll from a wide piece of sticky paper and a pinch from the tin. Sucking hard, she held a flickering match to one end. “Want some?”

  Karen wrinkled her nose. “No and neither should you. It stinks in here.”

  “I don’t care. It makes me feel better.”

  A flick of her wrist tossed her bag beneath the coffee table. Next, Karen sank into the rustling embrace of a tatty purple beanbag. She placed the empty tumbler on the floor. “Well?”

  “If I can’t be honest with my family then this relationship has nowhere to go.” Cindy made air quotes with her fingers.

  “Sam said that? Really?” When Cindy nodded a second time, Karen reached out to hold her.

  She swayed out of reach and sucked harder on the joint. “It’s not fair. I’ve tried, but it’s not that easy.”

  “What happened?”

  “We had dinner at Mum’s house. She asked about Sam and I just froze. My brain jammed. In the end I said we were work colleagues.”

  Karen winced. “I bet that went over well.”

  “You think?”

  Karen slid off the beanbag and put her arm around Cindy’s shoulders in what she hoped was a comforting way. “This is your first serious relationship in forever. It’s a big deal. And I know it’s hard, but you have to tell them eventually. You can’t hide it forever.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “It’s not fair to Sam.”

  Cindy’s expression crumpled. “You think I don’t know that? Every time we meet it’s the same. ‘When are you going to tell them?’ ‘Have you told them yet?’ ‘What are you waiting for?’”

  “That sounds like a lot of pressure.”

  “It is! You know I don’t deal well with pressure.” Cindy sucked her blunt and spat a cloud of smoke into the air. Her shoulders slumped. “I end up smoking these.”

  “Does Sam know?”

  “Probably. You’re right, it stinks. Can’t really hide it.” After flapping her hand at the smoke a few times, she crossed to the window and yanked it open. A breath of air billowed through, laced with the scent of car exhaust and grease from the fast food chicken place three doors down.

  Sensing refuge, Karen scrambled up and crossed to the window. A few coughs later she spoke again. “What now?”

  “No idea. Get drunk or get laid, I guess.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  “Oh yeah?” Cindy paced around the room until she reached the bottle of rum. She refilled her glass, gulped it down, and then repeated the motion before topping up Karen’s. “If she can’t understand what a big deal this is, then why should I keep chasing her?”

  “She does understand, but you need to understand what she’s going through. It can’t be easy dating a pothead when you’re a copper—talk about conflict of interests. Add that to the fact that she’s a girl and gay in a man’s profession... She just needs the same commitment from you.”

  “Whose side are you on?”

  “I just want to give you the other side of the argument. Think about how she feels.”

  “What about me? I hate lying, but imagine the conversation with my uber-bigot parents. They have a hard enough time with you.”

  Though she chuckled, Karen understood perfectly well. She felt a prickle of unease tease down her spine at the memory of her last visit to the Smith household.

  “How’s your mum?”

  Cindy scratched the flaming heart tattooed across her right shoulder. “She stopped scrubbing the sofa cushions, if that’s what you mean.”

  Karen cocked an eyebrow.

  “I’m exaggerating, but I don’t think she’s ever had a black woman in her house before. I won’t take you there again. Sam neither. Mum would disown me for sure.”

  “But you’re so happy.”

  “As if that means anything!” Cindy’s fingers tightened on the shortening stub of her blunt. “Sam and I don’t fit into Mum’s perfect little world of boy-girl couples who marry, then have sex. And have six brat kids. I’ve told Sam this, but she still wants me to come out.”

  At a loss for what else to do, Karen returned to her tumbler and held it aloft. “To crazy-ass mother figures.”

  “Here, here.” Cindy drained her glass. Refilled it. “What’s up with your mum?”

  “Nothing. Dan’s mum is a nightmare.”

  “She can’t be worse than mine.”

  Karen snorted. “Today, she tried to set Dan up with another woman.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yep.”

  “Bitch.”

  Having her own words repeated back at her eased some of the ache in Karen’s mind. “She thinks I’m after his money.”

  “Dan’s a social worker. He doesn’t have any money.”

  “No, but Maxine does.”

  Cindy looked vague.

  “She’s a bit famous. She starred in some stupid sitcom in the seventies, Home with Mr. Barclay? She’s got loads stashed away and no other kids. What else will she do with it when she pops it?”

  “You’ve thought this through. She should be worried.”

  “Shut up, ho-bag!” She aimed a playful punch at Cindy’s arm.

  In the pause that followed, Cindy finished her smoke. She pulled the last few dregs out of the stub, and then flicked it in the direction of a plant pot on the other side of the room. Waving at the lingering clouds of smoke, she retrieved the rum bottle and drank directly from the neck.

  “Fuck this.” Cindy burped and gestured with the bottle. “Let’s go out.”

  “Seriously? It’s a Thursday.”

  “Can’t you go out on a school night?”

  “Screw you.” Karen displayed the back of her middle finger.

  “You wish. Come out with me. You don’t have to be at the university until next Friday. Come have some fun.”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “You scared of fun now?”

  “No.”

  Cindy swigged from the bottle again. “Then come out with me.”

  Karen took in her friend’s unfocused gaze and swaying stance. “No, and you shouldn’t either. Call Sam. Talk to her.”

  “No.”

  “You guys just need to talk it through.”

  “Like you and Dan?” Cindy snorted. “Because you’ve been so good about telling him to stick his stupid Slave Library.”

  Smart-ass retorts froze on Karen’s tongue. She turned away from the window and back towards the room. She looked not at her friend, but at the floor, nibbling her bottom lip. “I like the Slave Library.”

  “And I secretly love cock.” Cindy snapped. “Are you still kidding yourself? I know he’s blind, so he won’t see it, but you should know yourself better than that.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  Cindy sighed and shook her head. “I’m going out. If you feel like joining me, I’ll be at Helsinki.”

  The thought of Cindy loose in one of the biggest, noisiest gay clubs around almost made Karen change her mind. “Please stay in,” she whispered. “We’ll watch Resident Evil. You can perv on Mila Jovovitch.”

  “Nice try. I’m getting changed.”

  Fifteen minutes later, Cindy emerged from her room wearing scruffy dungarees over a fishnet bodysuit and Doc Marten boots. She lingered near the door. “Last chance.”

  It was tempting—so tempting. Perhaps it would be nice to blow off some steam. To dance. To drink. Fondle a stranger beneath some garish blue and green strobe lighting.

  She shook her head. “No thanks.”

  “Whatever. Don’t wait up.” Cindy slammed the door behind her.

  Karen sat in the silence and tried to pull her thoughts under control. In the end, she dropped to her knees and pummeled the beanbag until her hair stuck to her face and her breath rasped through her lungs. It helped, but only a little.

  Leaving the rum and the
other debris of Cindy’s distress, she rushed into her room, flung open the doors of her wardrobe and reached for the back. Her fingers touched the smooth surface of her vibrator and dragged it into the open. Karen peeled off her clothes. Dived beneath the duvet. Switched on massager at its lowest setting and shoved it between her legs.

  The dull hum soon eclipsed all other sounds in the flat but for the low whistle of her own breathing.

  Soon, the hum took on a fresh pitch as Karen’s body reacted to the stimuli. She pressed the round, vibrating head harder against her clit and closed her eyes. Her free hand roamed, stroking, poking, pinching, twisting. Erect nipples stood out beneath her fingers, teased to stiff points by the soft brush of the cotton duvet. A damp patch formed on the sheets beneath her. Next setting. The buzz growing higher. Her free hand played over her stomach and breasts before shifting up to her throat. Then her questing fingers found the patch of flesh still aching from Dan’s incredible bite a short while before. Her clit swelled with a fresh rush of sensitizing blood and she moaned into the pillows. Dan... Master...She imagined him beside her, replacing her hands with his. She remembered the stab of pain from his teeth and tried to recreate it by pinching the same area. Just as the familiar pressure began to build the vibrator gave a grumbling whine and switched itself off. Her pleasure guttered on its upward incline and slid back down into nothing.

  Karen’s eyes jerked open. “Fuck.”

  A quick jerk removed the back panel and she tipped the four dead batteries into her palm.

  Not for the first time, she vowed to buy a new vibrator with a plug attachment. She wrapped the duvet around her body, left the spent toy on the mattress, and wandered back into the living room. Her body tingled with left over pleasure and the scratch of cotton against her bare skin made her shiver.

  A burst of icy cold swirled against her legs and thighs as she opened the freezer in search of ice cream. Mint chocolate chip. Rum and raisin. Karen took both and a spoon off the draining board before heading back to her room. Half way there, she heard a dull buzz and the muted tones of “Slave 4U” from the depths of her handbag.