by Kat Addams
“Wait. Isn’t this a wedding party? No bartender there?” I leaned back, searching her eyes.
“This is a get-together after the wedding. Not a formal event. Lawdy, Terrance. It’s not being catered by Scarlett Herb mixologists.” She winked.
“Okay. Got it. Bring liquor. Check.”
I kissed her forehead. I wasn’t sure why I had done that. It just happened. I didn’t crave a kiss on the lips, though I’d take that too. I’d dive-bombed straight into her forehead, where those fluttering butterflies in my stomach had whispered for me to touch.
“What are you doing?” She squinted up at me. Her hand reached up, trailing my scruffy jawline.
“Kissing you?” I asked.
I cupped her chin in my hand and ran the pad of my thumb over that bottom lip of hers. She snarled before taking my thumb between her teeth and nibbling hard.
“Tell the driver we’re going straight to the hotel. We can eat later,” she growled as the Uber pulled up in front of us.
She had that wild look in her eyes again. The expression that scared me senseless yet made me want to fall on my knees and beg to taste her.
“Terrance?” the driver called through his rolled-down window.
“That’s us. Central Station!” I replied, shuffling into the backseat.
Betty scooted in beside me. She rubbed her body right up against mine, practically pushing me into the car door. Smothered again but this time by her entire body in the backseat of an Uber ride. I thought back to her sex dungeon and the way she’d smothered me with that sweet pussy of hers. I couldn’t breathe then, and I couldn’t breathe now. The Memphis heat, coupled with ferocious Betty, was a match that I couldn’t withstand. Maybe she was right. Perhaps I couldn’t handle her.
I began to panic that I wouldn’t be enough man for her. I had the sense that she wanted me to try at least, but how far was too far with a woman like her? I wondered if I’d offend her if I played boss in bed. She rested her hand on my thigh and side-eyed me while discreetly moving it closer and closer to my dick.
I laid my head back and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep—for the driver. The lower half of my body remained wide awake and playful. The closer Betty’s hand inched toward my johnson, the more I thrust my hips in the air against it. Enough of this dancing around each other bullshit. As soon as we checked into the hotel, all bets were off. I couldn’t stand to wait for her to bring all her bells and whistles out and make me beg for it. I needed her now.
I pressed my lips together and sucked in my breath through my nose. With each deep breath I stifled, I felt myself become more and more rigid. Wild. Primal. Betty must have felt it, too, because, by now, her hand was gripping my cock so tight that she might as well have been strangling it. Good. I didn’t plan to be gentle with her either.
The driver bobbed his head to the music, singing along, while Betty felt me up in the backseat. If he looked in the rearview mirror, all he would see was two sleepy passengers. If he turned his head toward us in the back, he’d see her fistful of cock. I bit my lip in an anxious fit. Blood pumped through my veins in tune to the beat of whatever hard rock our driver was playing, which in turn, beat to the rhythm of Betty’s squeezes.
My heart pounded against my chest as I situated myself, putting my arm around her so I could lean down and whisper into her ear. “I’m going to touch your hair,” were the words that flowed out of my mouth. Yep. Total douche bag, right? I could have told her how I wanted to slip my cock down her throat or bend her over and smack that ass of hers, but nope. Instead, I could only think of one thing to get her riled up and know I meant business—her hair.
“The fuck you say?” She shot back in her seat, removing her hand from my cock as if she’d burned it on a hot stove.
Now was my chance. I could cower down to her and whimper an apology, or I could stick it through and dish her ferocity back at her times two. Or at least times one and a half. I hoped. My eyes flashed toward the driver before staring straight back into hers.
“I’m going to wrap those curls around my fist. Winding it up around my wrist so that I can pull your neck back, exposing it to my teeth, while I push myself deep inside of you. That’s what I’m going to do. Is there a problem?” I snarled, staring at her chest instead of meeting her gaze.
I hoped she couldn’t read my eyes. I didn’t have a poker face. Right now, I was pretty sure all I wore was a please don’t hurt me and just let me fuck you face.
I refused to look at her , so I couldn’t see if I’d shocked her or excited her. But the second I felt her warm breath tickle my ear, I knew I’d scored.
“That’s a big step, you know. No one touches my hair. But I’ll let you. It’d damn well better be worth it.” She bit my ear hard, causing me to yelp.
We stayed close together, breathing heavily and caressing each other until we pulled up to Central Station. By now, I could feel myself dripping. I ached with the need to feel her and fill her. We tumbled out of the car, waved good-bye to the driver, and checked in at the hotel as quickly as possible.
“I booked an early check-in. Under Betty Willis.” Betty tapped her foot against the concrete floor. Her heels clacked like a whip cutting through the air, drowning out the faint bluesy tunes drifting throughout the lobby.
“This is the train station. It’s still new. The hotel is, I mean. Pretty badass, isn’t it?” She cocked her head toward a wall of retro speakers stretching alongside the back of the entrance. “There’s a bar downstairs that serves up your type of craft cocktails. They usually have someone spinning records in the evening too.” She looked me up and down, smiling. “Told you, Memphis is awesome. Welcome to the Dirty South, Terrance. Or dirtier south than Outer Forks anyway.”
I grinned, sinking into the comfortable vibe surrounding us. The music beat softly, and the guests milled about, laughing. The faint scent of barbecue intoxicated me into a trance I’d never felt before.
“This is pretty awesome. But you know what?” I picked up our bags as soon as the receptionist handed her the room keys. My biceps strained under the weight of whatever Betty had packed for one night. I assumed it was half of her sex dungeon.
“What?” she asked, reaching out to touch my arm. Her fingertips brushed against my muscles, making them twitch.
“You’re way more awesome. And you’re going to look awesome as I slam into you from behind. Give me that key.” I snatched the key from her hand, grabbed her elbow, and led her to our room.
I grinned, detecting a bounce in her step as her heels echoed down the hall.
“I’m going to let you take control. But don’t get any ideas. I don’t do this often. I—”
I smashed my lips into hers, pushing her up against our hotel room door. I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.
“Don’t talk,” I said, unlocking the door and throwing the luggage on the floor.
“Excuse me? What do you mean? I can’t say—”
“Shh.” I put my hand over her mouth.
She growled out from under it but kept her mouth closed. I walked her backward to the bed, our steps in sync, rushing, needing, aching. I gathered her shirt in my fists and pulled it over her head. She flinched as I tugged it over her hair. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to the floor.
“Boy, you’d better watch it. And I hope you have a rubber for your miniature.”
“Miniature? Do what? You think my dick’s small?” My hands fell from her breasts to my sides.
“No! That’s what I call it—your miniature. You know, like a mini me. Ugh. Just keep going. Wrap that shit up though.” She slipped her palm under the waistline of my pants and pulled me toward her.
“I’m fucking this pig. You’re just holding the tail.” I turned her around and bent her over the side of the bed.
“What did you just call me?”
She looked back at me, gripping my cock as if, this time, she really was going to strangle it until it fell off.
I could see it turning purple already.
“It’s an expression! You know, it means, I’m in control. Not that you’re a pig. Or not that I fuck pigs. Shit! Just … forget it. We can’t dirty-talk, I guess. We’ll have to work on that.” I groaned.
She rolled her eyes before unbuttoning her pants and shimmying out of them. “Show me what you got, Mr. Terrance.” She slipped out of her panties while staring at me with the most innocent look I’d ever seen on her.
There’s that juicy ass I’ve been waiting to make mine.
I tightened my jaw and fished my wallet out of my back pocket, quickly rolling a condom over my miniature.
Her hands spread out before her, smoothing over the white sheets as she arched her back, sticking her ass up in the air impatiently. I licked my fingertips and dived them straight into her, watching the way she clawed at the sheets gathering in her fists.
“Like I said, you’re mine.” I reached up toward her hair, and as gentle as I could at the moment, I began wrapping her curls around my wrist.
She let out a moan, took a deep breath, and looked back at me, wide-eyed. I tugged hard, yanking her neck back and crawling above her. Her back flexed, tempting me into biting her shoulder before I guided myself into her.
“Oh, damn.” Her thighs shook as soon as I slipped inside her wet pussy.
She was soaked. I’d only taken a few strokes, and already, she began dripping down my balls.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, relaxing so much that I almost fell over.
“Do it. Give it to me. You’d better bring it. Else I’m going to reach back and flip you over me and climb on top!” she ordered, growling back at me.
I pushed her with my hips down into the bed harder. I couldn’t sit back and savor this round. I needed to drill into her like I knew she’d drill into me.
I let go of her hair and grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back as I slammed into her. Her voice rang out, bouncing off the walls. I didn’t care. The louder she screamed, the rougher I became. My heart rate quickened as I watched her struggle. She bucked her hips back against mine, screaming for more. I kept going, but at this rate, I didn’t know who was fucking who anymore.
We fought against each other in a fit of growls and moans. Her ass pushed back hard on my hips while my hands grabbed hers and kept them pinned against her lower back.
She buried her head into the bed and yelled, “Come for me, baby. I need to feel you throb inside of me. Do it, Tito! Terrance! Now!”
I hadn’t known I was close to coming, but the second she gave the order, it sent me straight over the edge. As much as I loved taking control, I much preferred Betty as a boss lady. I had to make too many decisions and overthink my busy life already. Betty taking over and giving me commands was a sweet and sexy relief.
I squeezed her hands together, strangling them until her fingertips began to turn pink. My legs shook out from under me, causing me to lean down above her. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I twisted her arms above her head and quivered. She leaned her head back, looking up at me and giving me that wide, devilish grin. I tried to smile, but smiling while having an explosive orgasm wasn’t easy. I was sure I looked like I was constipated. That was not the message I wanted to send.
What is the message I want to send? Oh, yeah, she’s mine. I got this.
“I love you!” I screamed as I spilled out inside her.
Shit! No, that wasn’t the message.
DEAD.
That devilish grin of hers collapsed into a horrified terror. I awkwardly slowed my pace before stopping and pulling out. Neither one of us said anything. She wasn’t even breathing.
“Uh, I’m going to go clean up,” I said, breaking the silence and running off to the bathroom.
I locked myself inside and peeled off the condom, throwing it in the trash before sitting my bare ass down on the cold lid of the toilet. I didn’t hear a peep from the other room and wondered if I had killed Betty with shock. I felt that way myself.
I tried to make sense of those idiotic three words I’d blurted out during the throes of passion. I wanted to tell myself it was just an in the moment feelings thing. But the more I sat on the toilet, thinking about it, the more I realized I was lying to myself. I did love Betty.
I stood up and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wake up and clear my mind before I had to face her again. I needed to tell her that I really was falling in love with her. But I couldn’t do that just yet. Not now. If she didn’t say it back, the trip would be ruined. And if I knew anything about Betty, she was guarded like a fort. Fort Betty. Getting into her would require more than fucking her senseless.
Though she did let me touch her hair. That is serious business, I mused.
“You can’t hide forever, lover boy,” she called from the room.
I grinned, tilting my chin up and checking my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t stall the inevitable.
Seven
Betty
I told the driver to stop by a liquor store before we made our way to my aunt May’s house. Terrance insisted on bringing a couple of things so that he could make a few drinks for the newlyweds. He purchased two bags full of liquor, plastic cups, and even had the Uber driver stop at the grocery store for garnishments. I had no idea what he planned, but I insisted that he let me handle everything and ease him into the party before he played Mr. Show-Off.
“I’m not showing off. I’m a mixologist. I’m offering my skills and booze! I can’t show up empty-handed to a party anyway. That would be offensive. It’s not like I can bring a casserole. Can I? Think we can pick up something? What kind of food is there?” Terrance asked.
“Terrance, Terrance, Terrance. You ain’t ever been to a Black party? No one picks something up. They make it all. Patrice makes the potatoes. Aunt May makes the roast and her crack cookies. My mom usually brings the macaroni and cheese …” My voice trailed off at the mere mention of my mother.
I couldn’t say I was shocked that she hadn’t come. She’d done this several times, and each time, I’d thought she’d be different. I’d thought she’d actually follow through with her plans and want to spend some time with me. But nope. That never happened. Every time I reached out to her, I got burned, and yet I never learned my lesson.
“I can cook a mean spinach-artichoke dip, but I don’t have a kitchen.” He crossed his arms and tapped his chin.
I could practically see the gears turning in his head. He had worn the same expression when he tried to excuse his love confession post-orgasm.
He’d apologized when he came out of the bathroom. He’d said, sometimes, he would say things in the heat of the moment that he didn’t mean. I’d already known it was bullshit. He couldn’t love me. We’d known each other for months but not gotten to know one another yet. This little vacation to meet my family would be a test in his patience. Inevitably, after he saw where I’d come from, he’d run for the hills. And if I was honest with myself, maybe that was why I’d invited him.
Because truth be told, I liked Terrance too. The way my body lit up when he was nearby had scared me into pushing him away. Hence, taking him to my aunt May’s house. He would see the craziness of my crew and nope the fuck out for his and Maisy’s sake. The timing for him in need of a vacation and me in need of a reality check had matched up perfectly.
“You aren’t going to bring spinach-artichoke dip to my family’s house. I doubt they even know what an artichoke is. Now, if you’d said some nachos or something, we could work with that. But it’s okay. Really. The booze is enough. I already got her a card and some cash as a gift. It doesn’t get better than that. We’re good.” I pulled my pocket mirror out of my handbag and smoothed my hair down. It wasn’t on the level I had wanted it to be when my family saw me, but then again, Terrance pulling it had been worth it.
“Your hair looks beautiful. Quit fussing with it. I’m sorry if I messed it up, but it looks amazing to me.” He put his arm around me and pulled me closer.
/> He’d spritzed himself with cologne before we left. That scent on him brought out my inner ho.
“You can mess it up again. Later,” I growled into his ear as we pulled up to my aunt’s house.
Already, there were cars lined up and down the street. I could hear the crowd and smell the food before we exited the Uber. Finally, I felt at home. I thanked the driver and hopped out of the backseat, pulling Terrance with me.
“Quick rundown,” I said, gathering the bags of liquor.
“I know; I know. Don’t talk. Let you handle everything until everyone has had at least one or two drinks. Then, I can open my White-boy mouth.”
He grabbed the paper bag from my hands with his fists, flexing his biceps. If I could marry anything, it would be those biceps. His muscles were as big as my head, and I didn’t have the smallest head. Especially with my hair done up like it was supposed to look like today anyway. I reached up, smoothing it down again.
“Why do you gotta say it like that? No one said anything about your White-boy mouth. All I’m saying is, just let me handle my family and slowly introduce you into the situation.”
A group of young kids ran from the backyard, screaming and laughing before disappearing again around the house. I reached into the liquor bag and grabbed a small bottle of my favorite whiskey, quickly stashing it into my purse.
“There’s a situation?” He gulped, clutching the bags to his chest.
“Not if you follow my lead. I’ve never even bought a man over here. Let alone a White one. We’re a very prideful family. I don’t know how this is going to go. But I think we’ll be all right.” I slowly dragged my feet toward the back gate. I wasn’t a nervous person, but introducing Terrance to my family was the dumbest idea I’d ever had. And I wasn’t new to dumbass ideas.
What was I thinking?
“Look what the cat dragged in! And she brought white bread!” My cousin LaJuana laughed, hopping up from her favorite spot on top of the blue cooler and rushing to be the first to greet us.
“Don’t even start. LaJuana, this is Terrance. Terrance, this is my cousin LaJuana.” I cleared my throat, skimming the rest of the guests for my aunt May.