He Doesn't Know I'm Black

by Sandra Sinclair

  “Thanks for meeting me.” He smiled, showing a perfect row of white teeth.

  “It’s no trouble.”

  “Are you buying that book?” He pointed to the book in her hand. “I’ve read it.”

  “You have?” She lifted an eyebrow.

  “I’ve read the whole series.”

  “I’ve read the other Angels of Dungeon Lord and of course all the regular Dungeon Lord books but not this one.”

  “Then you should definitely get it.”

  “I was planning to.”

  “This one’s good, as well.” He pulled another book from the shelf, one with dragons and winged horses on the cover.

  “Oh, I’ve read that,” she said, her tension gradually fading away. “I loved the battle scene in the middle.”

  “The one with the small dragons?”

  “That one.”

  “It sure was an interesting battle. It would have been my favorite, too, if Eldrad hadn’t been…”

  “A sickly coward, right? Oh, I hated him, too, though it was a good battle nonetheless.”

  “I bet you were glad when he died.”

  “I was, though if it were up to me, he should have been…”

  “Eaten by a swarm of death bugs?”

  Shanice chuckled. “My thoughts exactly.”

  She couldn’t believe it, but for the first time in her life she found someone who was geeky just like her but wasn’t obviously awkward socially, someone who understood her well enough to finish her sentences instead of laughing at her ideas or finding them childish. It was a wonderful feeling.

  “I’m sure glad you and I have stuff in common,” he voiced her feelings out loud. “To tell you the truth, I was afraid.”

  “Afraid?”

  “I haven’t had many friends since I got here,” he explained. “Probably because of how I look. I was worried that once you saw me, you wouldn’t want to talk to me.”

  Shanice blinked. So all this time that she had been anxious, he was feeling the same? It was so ridiculous it almost made her laugh.

  Instead, she asked, “Would you like to grab a bite after this?”

  His thin lips curved into another smile. “Sure. I’d love to.”

  ~ ~ ~

  They had dinner at a nice but inexpensive seafood restaurant a few blocks away. During the meal, Shanice found out that Kim was half Japanese, half Korean and that he was taking up his PhD at MIT. She found out, too, that they had a lot more in common – they had watched the same movies and TV shows, read the same books, played the same games. He even had a Nendoroid collection just like her.

  “You must come over and see my collection,” she told him after they were done eating. “No one has ever appreciated them.”

  To her surprise, he nodded. “Sure. It’s not like I have anything else to do.”

  They took the subway to her apartment. Only when Shanice was opening the door did she realize that she had brought ‘home’ a man for the first time, and for a moment she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She quickly shook off her doubts, though, telling herself that she was a grown woman and that Kim was a good man. Her intuition told her so. Whatever happened, she would deal with it.

  “Here we are.” She opened the door and turned on the lights then stepped back so that he could enter.

  He looked around, nodding in approval at what he saw. “Nice place.”

  Silently, she congratulated herself on cleaning her apartment just that morning. “My collection’s over here.” She led him to the glass shelf where she kept her Nendoroids, turning on the lamp right beside it.

  “Wow.” He whistled. “You sure have a large collection.”

  “Large? I have just around twenty. Twenty-three, to be exact.”

  “I only have eleven,” he said. “Oh. I have this Miku, too.”

  “I just love her blue hair. My favorite’s Saber, though.”

  “I’ve never seen this Saber.”

  “And Asuka.”

  “Cute. Though I prefer Rei.”

  She didn’t argue. She was only too glad that he knew the names of the figures and that he didn’t think they were stupid toys or a waste of money like most people did.

  “I see you cosplay, too.” He pointed to a photo on another shelf.

  “Just the one time,” Shanice said. “I don’t really think cosplay suits me. I mean, most characters are white and all.”

  “So?” He turned to her. “It’s not the skin color that matters. It’s the costume and how you wear it.”

  She shrugged. She was glad he thought so, but she knew many disagreed.

  “Do you cosplay?”

  “Just once,” he answered. “As Nero.”

  It was her turn to whistle, her mind filling up with the image of Kim with slick hair, a black trench coat with no shirt underneath and tight dark blue jeans. Sexy.

  “It was fun but it took a lot of time for me to prepare.”

  That she could believe.

  “Would you like something to drink?” she offered him, suddenly realizing she hadn’t been a courteous host.

  “Just water,” he told her, sitting on the couch.

  She went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water and carried them into the living room. She probably was too giddy, though, or maybe she had failed to return the rug back the way it was when she was cleaning, because she tripped over the edge, spilling the water in one of the glasses right on Kim’s lap.

  Shit.

  “I’m so sorry,” she quickly apologized. “I’ll clean it up right away.”

  She ran to get two rags, using one to wipe the puddle on the floor and the other to wipe Kim’s pants, the water having already soaked into the denim. As she did, though, she suddenly stopped, blushing as she realized her hand was dangerously close to Kim’s crotch.

  Fuck.

  She should have just moved away and started another conversation about some fantasy MMORPG or sci-fi movie in order to dispel the awkward atmosphere but instead, she looked up into his eyes, swallowing when she found something burning in them.

  The next thing she knew she was kissing him, covering his thin lips with her own, full ones.

  She was being bold, she knew, and probably foolish. She’d only really known Kim for a matter of hours. Yet she felt as if she had known him forever and she had never wanted anyone so much in her life. If her intuition was right, he felt the same—another thing they had in common.

  Sure enough, he responded, his lips pushing back against hers. Shortly after, his lips parted, allowing her to have a taste of him, a hint of the wine and the spicy sauce that he had for dinner and of something uniquely him. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it but she knew it was a taste she couldn’t get enough of.

  Over and over, their lips met and their tongues mingled. Without her being fully aware of it, her hands wandered over his body, touching smooth skin, tracing hard muscles. He placed his hands on her, too, and this she was fully aware of, each brush of his fingertips against her skin making her heart pound and heat flow through her veins.

  Amazing.

  The heat filled her head, making her dizzy, and gathered in her breasts, making them heavy and sensitive that when he brushed against them, she gasped, his touch like scorching flame.

  It was unlike anything she had ever known.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked her when the kiss broke.

  She chuckled.

  “What?” he asked curiously.

  “I suppose you Asian guys are still a little modest compared to us Americans,” she told him. “I’ve never had an American ask me that question in the middle of making out.”

  “You don’t like it?” His expression became concerned.

  “I do, silly,” she assured him. “I like everything about you.”

  To prove her point, she kissed him again. This time, as she did, she worked on removing his clothes, first his vest and then his shirt, while he unbuttoned her blouse.

  “And
just so you know,” she said as she pulled away to shrug off her blouse then remove the tank top beneath it. “This isn’t just making out.”

  He nodded, removing her bra and then pulling her on the couch beside him. He kissed her briefly then planted a kiss on her neck before sucking on one of her breasts, making her moan. Under the skillful assault of his tongue, she could feel her nipple harden, while the rest of her body seemed to melt. He did the same to her other breasts, suckling it before licking her nipple and tugging it gently between his lips.

  Jesus, Shanice thought. Kim was modest but he sure wasn’t unskilled. Damn, this felt good.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

  The remark made her raise an eyebrow. “Hmm, you like that brown sugar, baby?”

  “I like all kinds of sugar.” He planted a reverent kiss between her breasts.

  She gave another moan, then smiled. “Good. Because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

  She got up from the couch to kneel between his legs, removing his belt and the button of his pants before pulling the zipper down with her teeth to reveal his black briefs. She pressed her lips against the cotton, inhaling the scent of him, then munched on his crotch and pressed her tongue through the fabric.

  He gave a whimper but did nothing, allowing her to lick the bulge that seemed to grow ever bigger with each swipe of her tongue. It must have become uncomfortable eventually because he lifted his hips to pull down his pants and his briefs, exposing himself to her.

  She marveled at the sight of him, at the sight of that slender cock, slightly darker than the rest of him, the tip blushing just like his cheeks were and glistening just like his eyes.

  Magnificent.

  He smelled good, too, smelling of spices and something minty that she could only guess came from his soap. He smelled wonderful. Clean.

  And delicious.

  She parted her lips to lick the tip of his cock, delighting in the shudder she sent through him, then licked the length of him, paying attention to each bulging vein whose slight purple hue contrasted with his light, smooth skin, a sign that she was getting his blood pumping. At the bottom, she licked his balls and the patch of skin beneath it before traveling back up to tease the skin just below the mushroom head, then took him slowly inside her mouth.

  She had done this task before, a few times back when she was in college, and she wondered briefly how many times he’d had this done to him. Did Asian girls do this? She didn’t ask, though, and set aside her questions as she focused on pleasing him. It didn’t matter who he had been with or what he had been through in the past. Somehow, she was certain it didn’t compare to this.

  She allowed his cock to glide across her tongue, savoring the friction and the unique taste of him. At first, she moved slowly but eventually picked up the pace and the wetter she made him, the wetter she became, the mere anticipation of having his cock inside a different part of her whetting her lusty appetite.

  Suddenly, she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away. She obeyed, understanding what he was trying to say, and led him to the bedroom.

  He was completely naked now while she still had her pants on. She quickly remedied that, removing the rest of the clothes as she watched him, admiring how perfect his body looked, like the body of a model, of some figurine on a glass shelf somewhere.

  As soon as she had undressed, he pushed her down on the bed, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss while his hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. Then he slowly moved down until he was kneeling between her legs, returning the favor she had just done for him.

  At the sensation of his tongue rubbing against her very core, dipping into the depths of her, she could not help but cry out and hold on to the bed sheets. She was already close, very close, and with each lick, she felt herself drawing even closer to coming undone.

  Still, she held on, and after a while he stopped, standing up and grabbing her thighs. Slowly, he entered her and she welcomed him, accepted him completely into her body, feeling neither pain nor regret, only excitement.

  When he was completely inside her, he stopped and she placed her arms around him. It was strange how his skin was so much paler than hers, how mismatched they seemed, and yet she did not feel any different from him. In fact, she felt as if they were two of a kind, two peas in a pod. Kindred souls.

  As he started moving, she couldn’t think anymore. She could only surrender to the feelings that came over her, not even bothering to name them. With each thrust he claimed her while causing her to unravel bit by bit, until she finally wasn’t able to hold back any longer and she cried out.

  “OH MY GOD!”

  Her body was shaking as her back arched and her eyes fell shut.

  Whenever she played a video game or read a book Shanice always felt like she was in a different dimension, but none of those dimensions ever felt like this, not even close. This was like a whole different realm, where everything was peaceful and bright.

  Through the haze, she felt him stop and empty himself into her, joining her in ecstasy. Again, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as he rested on top of her, both of them still and silent.

  He was the first to speak. “It’s just as I thought.”

  “What?” she asked him.

  “We make a perfect pair.”

  Shanice smiled. In the game, Vitia and Drach were a perfect match, their well-timed moves killer combinations. Now she understood why. It was because she and Kim were truly a perfect fit in real life, and not just physically as they had just proven. It was as if they were made for each other, a match made in heaven or wherever it was matches were made.

  Still smiling, she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Shall we begin a romantic quest of our own?”

  He smiled back at her. “I thought we had already begun.”

  She smiled even wider, her heart beating fast again as warmth filled her chest. Something wonderful, extraordinary had already begun between them and she could not wait to see where it would lead.

  About Sandra Sinclair

  Sandra Sinclair has been a professional writer for years, but after spending most of her career writing marketing copy, she thought it was finally time to follow her passion, which thankfully for us involves igniting her readers’ passion as well. Teaming up with Steam Books Erotica & Romance, Sandra’s ready and willing to make her readers feel the love and lust of her prose.

  Sandra has a degree in Journalism and had once created storylines for a professional video game, but her true calling is being one of the talented sirens of erotica.

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  DETOUR

  by Lauren Battiste

  Once in the guest room, I’d changed out of my day clothes and into a set of floral print pajamas. If there was any chance of Matt being attracted to me before, it’d be gone the second he saw me in this eyesore. My body was tired, but my mind was too active for any sleeping to take place. I was in a stranger’s home – a nice, kind, hospitable stranger, but still a stranger – miles away from my own household. I figured I would be in for it this week, but the Karma gods made sure I got one hell of an appetizer in the form of my car troubles before the main course – the reunion.

  I heard Matt walk past and enter the adjacent room. I was sorting through old e-mails on my laptop when the sound of squeaking faucets and water hitting against the porcelain tub floor distracted me – not an aural distraction, but a delicious visual of water cascading down his chiseled body.

  I gnawed at my lower lip and leaned against the headboard with a thud. The electric currents of arousal pulsing through me were long overdue, but ill timed.

  Get it together, Simone. You haven’t had sex in a few years and you’re hard up, but damn sure not enough to do it with a complete stranger.

  My mental reality check seized all the naughty and highly unrealistic fantasies playing in the forefront of my mind. I closed my laptop lid and almost switched off the nightstand lamp when I saw a framed picture sitting underneath.

  I held the metal frame and blew softly at the glass surface, watching dust billow from it. Matt, a few years younger with a wirier frame, had his arm wrapped tight around a petite, African-American woman, who looked to be no older than him in the picture. Hmm.

  I put it down and switched off the light. I would attempt to get some rest, but part of me knew it wasn’t going to happen.