Black Rainbow

by J. J. McAvoy

  “Thank God,” he said against my skin.

  He brushed his thumb across my hot, swollen lips, and lightly trailed his fingers down to my waist, his touch lingered for only a moment before he dragged my shirt up over my body. Lifting me up, he carried me towards his couch allowing us both to fall back onto it. With him on top of me. I could feel the length of him through his jeans, but that wasn’t good enough. Pulling on his belt, I bit his lips impatiently, and he snickered as he understood the urgency of my actions. Moving away from me, he rid himself of his clothes and returned to help free me of mine.

  The way his hard body felt against mine…I wanted to touch all of him, but when I tried to reach for him, he pinned both of my hands above my head, and proceeded to gently kiss and lick my nipples. He teased me slowly, enjoying how I shook under him. I felt like I was losing my mind.

  “Damn you,” I sighed, as I bit my lips, trying not enjoy it.

  But when one of his hands trailed down my stomach and between my legs, I couldn’t help but melt in his hands. This wasn't foreplay, it was torture.

  “Fuck. You look so sexy…” he hissed, as if I were doing anything to him.

  His grip on me loosened as I kissed along his jawline. Finally free, I allowed my hands to wander back to him, and this time, he didn’t stop me as I gripped onto him. I tightened my hold on his member, moving my hand up and down agonizingly slow, torturing him, just as he had done to me. His breathing shortened, and his eyes seemed to darken, as he watched me work him. I liked fact that he seemed to be fighting an inner battle, trying to control himself. But I didn’t want him to be controlled, I wanted our torturous version of foreplay to end.

  “Condom?” I asked him.

  “Back pocket.” He nodded to his pants on the ground.

  With my other hand, I grabbed it and tore the wrapper open with my teeth. Then, without wasting any more time, I put it on him.

  We watched each other as I positioned myself over him. I could feel him, he could feel me. He grunted in frustration and grabbed my waist, flipping me onto my back and thrusting forward.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he pinned both my hands above my head with his right hand, and he used his left hand to grip my thigh.

  He grunted, slamming into me.

  “Yes!” I cried out, as he thrust into me, harder and harder, with so much force the couch moved with us, and I didn’t even care. My breasts bounced freely, and he grinned, kissing them both before kissing my lips.

  I opened my mouth, allowing our tongues to dance around each other.

  “So tight,” he hissed.

  “Harder!” I demanded not caring who heard me.

  He made me feel so good.

  He released my hands, and I immediately grabbed for his shoulders as my legs wrapped themselves around him. He kissed the sides of my face, then our lips once again met.

  “Come for me,” he whispered, and I nodded, unable to speak.

  As my mouth parted, and my breasts pressed against his chest, I arched my back pressing into him until I could no longer contain myself. “Levi!” I cried out.

  “God you’re beautiful.”

  I tried to catch my breath, but for the love of God I couldn’t. I moaned as he held me, and trailed kisses down my neck. I pushed him onto his back and mounted him once more.

  I looked down at him and grinned, riding him hard. I pinched my nipples, allowing him to watch as I bounced on him. His hands worked their way to meet mine. He cupped my breasts, and I covered his hands with my own, keeping them in place as he thrust upwards into me.

  “Thea—” He bit his lip, fighting back his moan.

  With my hands on his chest, I took in the sight of him; wild, sexy, hungry for me. I loved it.

  “Come for me,” I repeated his earlier sentiment.

  He grunted, meeting his release. He rested below me for a moment, gasping as did I. I didn’t want to get off him and he pulled me downwards to kiss his lips.

  “You think we can make into to the bedroom next time?” he teased.

  “There’s going to be a next time?”

  “God, I hope so.”

  I smiled, “Say when?”

  “Twenty minutes?”

  I raised an eyebrow at him, “What am I going to do for twenty minutes?”

  “We are going to keep up our energy.” He kissed me again, and I returned it. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I told him, admiring his physique as he walked away.

  Smiling to myself, I settled back onto couch for a moment.

  That was fucking amazing. He was amazing. It was like he knew where I wanted to be touched and when. He wasn’t even afraid to bite me. I never minded a little pain with my pleasure.

  “What do you want to eat?” he called out from the kitchen.

  I rose from the couch and stretched, not caring in the slightest that I was naked. As far as I was concerned, he had already licked, bit and seen it all.

  “I have crackers, I can make sandwich—”

  Walking up behind him, I placed my hand on his back and he jumped. Looking at me over his shoulder, he swallowed, unable to tear his gaze away from my naked form.

  “Do you have strawberries?” I asked him.

  “Hmm?”

  Gazing past him, I spotted them in the door of the refrigerator and reached under his arm to get them. The cold air made my nipples harden, which I knew he noticed. Taking the can of whipped cream, I sprayed a little into my mouth and licked it off my lips.

  “You don’t mind?” I asked, waving the can at him.

  He shook his head. “Not at all.”

  “I love whipped cream, don’t you?” I whispered placing a squirt of it onto my finger.

  I offered my finger to him, and he took it eagerly. He sensuously sucked the cream from my finger and ran his tongue along the length of it before allowing me to slide it out of his mouth.

  “I’m loving it more and more each second,” he whispered, and I handed him the can.

  “It’s your whipped cream, you should taste it from where you want.”

  “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, more to himself than to me, as he took the can and sprayed a squirt of cream onto my shoulder. I tilted my head to the side, giving him room to lick it off of me.

  Next, he placed it on my breasts, but before he could lick it off, I took a strawberry out of the carton and allowed its tip to glide through the dollop of cream before I took a bite.

  “These are some really good strawberries,” I whispered.

  He stared at me without saying a word, and I could see that he was awaiting my next move. Eager to please, I took another strawberry, and repeated the action before giving it to him to taste.

  He accepted my offering with a smile, “Now I know I’m dreaming.”

  “Then enjoy it, I know I am,” I said to him.

  He couldn't stop himself as he licked along my skin, working his way downwards. I moaned, enjoying the feeling of his lips.

  “Oh, I plan on enjoying this!” he whispered, cupping me between my legs. I gasped, but that didn’t stop him from placing two fingers inside of me, “I think our twenty minutes are up.”

  “Time sure goes by fast here,” I laughed. “What do you want to do?”

  “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” he said as he pressed me against the counter top.

  I smiled, “Let’s get started then.”

  “Ahh,” I groaned, grabbing the side of my head as I sat up. Damn vodka always did this to me.

  Looking around, the first thing I noticed was that this was not my room. The second thing I noticed was the sound of the shower running.

  Shit. I thought, as the memories of last night flooded my mind.

  Tiptoeing around, I searched for my clothes on the bedroom floor. Moving into the living room, I found my bra and skirt, and I hurriedly redressed myself.

  “Making your escape?”

  I snapped back to see�
� Levi? That was his name, right… To see Levi, dripping wet and clad only in a towel, which was loosely draped around his waist, accentuating the V shaped cut lines on his hips.

  “Seriously, do you have to look like that in the morning?” I sighed, trying to draw attention away from myself, as I got ready.

  “Like what?” he questioned.

  I waved my hand up and down in front of him before giving up in frustration, “Never mind. Thanks for last night, it was umm… I should go—”

  “Do you want breakfast?”

  It was at that moment that I noticed the heavenly aroma of bacon and eggs. The smell was so alluring that my stomach growled. Truthfully, I longed to indulge in a good, hearty breakfast, but I couldn’t stay.

  “No thank you, I should really get going. We really don’t need to do the thing.”

  “The thing?”

  “You know, where we both try to have a civil conversation after a one night stand.”

  “Actually,” he corrected with a smile, “it was a four night stand; one in the kitchen and shower not to mention our first go on the couch and then in my bed—”

  “Yep, got it…”

  “Thea,” he called, moving towards me, and I found that I had to force myself to not look at him.

  Urgh! Damn him!

  He cupped my face, “We could make this awkward, like you are trying so hard to do, or we can have some breakfast.”

  “I’m going to end up screwing you again.”

  “So?”

  “That would mean that we spent two days together.”

  “One night and half of the morning is hardly two days,” he chuckled, letting go of me. “If you want to go, then go, but you can’t blame me for wanting to spend a little more time with the best lay I’ve ever had.”

  “You must say that to all the women you pick up at bars,” I smiled.

  He shook his head and grinned. “Have breakfast, and then I’ll drop you off at your car.”

  “Fine, I’ll stay for breakfast,” I said, “but only if you put on a damn shirt or something.”

  “You’re wearing mine.” He nodded at the shirt I’d coveted.

  “Well, you ripped mine,” I retorted.

  “Touché,” he replied, and with that, he moved aside and gestured for me to enter the kitchen.

  “Do you mind if I use your bathroom first?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, go ahead.”

  “Thanks,” I muttered, happy that I at least had my toothbrush and other necessities in my purse.

  LEVI

  Once she was gone, I rushed back into my room to get dressed as quickly as possible, seeing as how she appeared to be a potential flight risk. She was drop dead beautiful, sexy, funny, and just sinfully amazing in bed. At the very least, I needed to get her number. Hearing another door open and shut, I rushed out in a panic, and was dismayed to find that she hadn’t returned to the kitchen.

  “You keep records,” she called from above, allowing me to breathe freely once again.

  She stood on the upper level of my town house, along with the rest of my music and books. Climbing the stairs, I tried my best to be as relaxed as possible.

  “Yes I do. It’s old fashioned—”

  “No, I like it. Everything sounds better on vinyl anyway,” she said, running her hands over my collection.

  “I always say that, but no one believes me with their smart phones,” I snickered.

  She stopped sifting through the pile and gasped. Then, she wordlessly lifted a record from the stack and held it up to her face. Her entire expression transformed into something I couldn’t quite decipher.

  “Curtis Mayfield — a Curtis Mayfield album!” she crooned.

  “You know Curtis Mayfield?” I asked, kind of surprised.

  Most people didn’t listen to music like that anymore, unless of course, it was in a commercial.

  She looked at me like I was crazy. “Talk about soundtrack to my childhood! My grandmother was big on records. You really have a cool collection here.”

  “Thank you, music’s a hobby of mine.”

  “And your first love is books I’m guessing?” She laughed, looking at all the books I had scattered everywhere. “Law books too.”

  “You got me. I’m really a nerd.”

  She laughed and it was beautiful. Her whole face seemed to beam. “Six pack abs, plays the guitar, listen to records, and is a book nerd… better watch out or I might just start to like you.”

  I hoped so.

  Moving closer to her, I took the record from her hands and set it down on my old gramophone to play.

  “Dance with me.”

  “That’s how I ended up naked in your bed the first time.”

  “I know,” I told her, flashing my best smile.

  I took her hand, and once again it was like I was on fire. Just touching her had that effect on me. It was crazy. She broke out into laughter as we let the ‘70s take over. She no longer seemed shy about dancing as we both jumped around each other. Whenever she laughed, I felt the urge to laugh with her. She was… beautiful.

  As the song slowed down, I pulled her in, spinning her around. She landed so close to my lips. What was this? Why did I want to kiss her again so badly? I didn’t even know her last name, and yet it was like every part of me was crying out for her. She swallowed slowly as though she was fighting the same battle I was.

  Finally, I took the risk and kissed her. It was supposed to be a soft, simple kiss. But I couldn’t even control that. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gripped her ass, lifting her up. Her legs circled around me as I pushed her up against the wall. I could feel her pulling at my pants as I shoved her skirt back up.

  “Just a quickie,” she said to me between kisses.

  “Yeah, just a quickie, to get it out of our systems,” I nodded, turning her around and remembering how good she felt last night.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned with her hands on the wall, as I slammed her hard from behind.

  Her back arched, and my hands slipped the shirt she wore, my shirt, from her shoulders.

  Groaning in frustration at not being able to take off her bra, I simply pulled it down to where her skirt was instead, and enjoyed the feel of her in my hands. Every part of her was real and mine. Leaning back against me, she moaned into my mouth as we passionately kissed.

  “Ahh!” she moaned, as I pushed us both against the wall.

  So fucking good, I thought to myself. I simply couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Levi,” she called out for me, and I brushed her hair aside, bringing her head back to my face.

  “Scream my name,” I told her.

  “Make me,” she challenged.

  She was perfection.

  “This is crazy, right?” I finally whispered, putting my car in park beside her truck.

  “What?” she asked quietly.

  “The fact that we had sex, I can’t even count the amount of times, and yet, I still want you,” I confessed, leaning back against my seat.

  “Yeah, it’s crazy,” she muttered, then she went silent. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke. “I don’t know, maybe there was something in those drinks… because I’m not saying I don’t want you either.”

  “You aren’t looking for a relationship are you? Because I can’t—”

  “Believe me, I can’t handle a relationship,” she replied, cutting me off.

  For a moment, I felt as though we were on the same page. What could be the worst thing that happened if I ask for sex? Sex seemed to be all she wanted as well.

  “How about we just… I don’t know, fuck for the next week? I don’t have to work until next Monday, and maybe by then we’ll—”

  “Have it out of our systems?”

  I looked at her and nodded with a laugh.

  “Just one week?” she verified.

  “One week. Sex, food, us, and then, we get back to reality.”

  She went quiet for a moment, and then grinned widely.
“That’s dangerous Levi. I’m going to ruin all other women for you.”

  “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

  “How about we alternate days? We’ll spend tomorrow night at my place and then the day after at yours?” she asked me.

  “Sure,” I said as smoothly as possible. On the inside, I was dancing like a mad man.

  She reached into my pants and grabbed my cell phone, after she made a point of grabbing another part of me first. I smirked but didn’t say anything.

  “Do you like cats?”

  “Like pussy?” I asked innocently.

  She looked at me with a blank expression before we both broke out into a fit of laughter.

  “No, like normal cats, with four legs, fur and whiskers.”

  “I don’t hate cats,” I said.

  “Okay, I only ask because I have one. I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t allergic or something or that it isn’t going to be a problem,” she said, placing my phone back into my pocket. “I put my number in your contact list. Come over around eight tomorrow night.”

  “You just moved to Boston?” I asked.

  “Yes and no,” she replied, dismissing the question. “I’ll see you at eight, Levi, and don’t be late,” she said, kissing my cheek before getting out.

  For some reason, I knew this was going to be the best week of my life.

  CHAPTER THREE

  P R E S E N T

  THEA

  For the entire duration of the lecture, my thoughts were filled only by him… and not in the way they should have been. How could I have missed the fact that he was a professor? I thought he was just a lawyer. When I saw the law books in his house, I wanted to ask him more about it but held myself back. I wonder why he never said he was also a university professor. Should I have pressed him more?

  “This class is still too big,” he said as he paused.

  Crossing his arms, he leaned against his desk and looked over the rows of seats, his eyes scanning all of our faces. When his eyes met mine, they narrowed in what appeared to be disgust, and an anger so intense, I wanted to turn away. It was as though he was screaming at me to get out. But I wasn’t going to move, I wasn’t going to just let him bully me out of his class, sex or no sex.