Midnight Special

by Daya Daniels

  I clicked the radio on, humming to the beautiful voice of Bonnie Raitt, singing I Can’t Make You Love Me.

  “I’m sorry, this song is just too beautiful. I can’t let this opportunity pass,” Ty whispered into the shell of my ear, suddenly appearing behind me and offering his hand.

  I giggled, placing my hand in his while he pulled me close for a dance. I pressed my cheek to his chest and swayed to the music, sinking into the sad but beautiful melody.

  “I love you, Madison Marks,” he said against my lips.

  “I love you more.” I kissed him.

  Ty

  Since Madison moved to Society Hill, I’d spent less and less time at my apartment on Market Street. Now when I went there, the place seemed so dead and lifeless inside. Some days it was so quiet, I could hear my own heartbeat. I couldn’t fucking stand it. Then I would leave. I would come here, even if Madison was working just to hang out with the kids when Nora was supposed to be taking care of them. This place was a home.

  Tonight, we listened to Kacey talk for nearly a half hour about the color pink. Dylan went on about baseball and football tryouts. Carter didn’t say much and of course Mason and Sam were only focused on their dinner. After we finished eating and everyone talked, we turned in for the night. Now, I sat on the edge of the bed. Madison brushed her hair in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, wearing a black G-string. It was only one tiny string going up the crack of her ass with a gold circle at the top, holding the dental floss together. Her dark, wavy hair fell a few inches just above her lower back. I took in the line of her spine, her tiny waist and plump ass. They were perfect curves. I instantly felt myself harden to almost painful, adjusting myself through my dress pants.

  I was exhausted from the day, not to mention my mother’s endless phone calls, enquiring about the status of my love life. I accepted that I would have to speak to her soon. I hoped the conversation would go better than the one I’d had with Malcolm already about Madison.

  Madison stepped across the room and into my arms. I squeezed her tight, inhaling the natural scent of her skin and feeling her softness. I truly did love this woman. She pulled everything out of me that I’d been unwilling to give so many others. I was already hard, sitting here just watching her. I wrapped my arms around her middle. Madison slid her hands around my neck and then dragged her fingers along my jawline.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, with a smile.

  “Yeah,” I whispered, dipping my head low and pressing a kiss to her belly

  button.

  “You sure? You don’t seem okay,” Madison said running her fingers over my hair.

  “I am.” I allowed my eyes to rove over her pale flesh, taking in the roundness of her ass.

  I ran my hands over each cheek, squeezing firmly, adoring how she felt in my arms.

  “I love being here with you.”

  Madison narrowed her eyes at me and ran her hand over my cheek. “You need to shave.” She laughed.

  “I know.”

  “What’s really going on, Ty?”

  I let out a long breath and sat back to lean on my hands.

  “I got into a fight with my father and I’m pretty certain I will soon get into one with my mother.”

  “Over me?”

  “Nah, just business stuff.”

  “Well, I’m sure it will sort itself out,” Madison said quietly, reaching for the buckle of my pants.

  “Yeah, it will,” I said feeling the harsh tug of the belt at my waist as it slipped out when Madison removed it.

  Then she dropped down to her knees, pulling a delirious smile from me I didn’t know I had from the long week.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I want to do something for you I think you might like,” she teased looking up at me with bright eyes.

  She undid the buttons of my shirt, one by one, sliding it from my shoulders. Then she yanked my pants down to my knees, standing back to ogle me.

  “Ty,” Madison said breathlessly.

  Madison

  Pulling Ty’s suit pants down to his knees, along with his boxer briefs, my mouth watered when his huge cock bounced out. I settled between his legs, quickly wrapping my hand around his thick length and taking the head of it in my mouth. Then slowly I took the entire length down my throat, until I gagged.

  Ty hissed and then a hoarse moan left his mouth while he settled back against the bed, watching me suck his cock. I fisted him with my hand while taking him deep down my throat, then let go to move down and take each one of his balls into my mouth, which Ty seemed to enjoy. I pressed my nose into his inner thigh, enjoying the lingering scent of body wash that was still on his skin.

  His fingers raked through my hair gently when I moved back into my position, sucking his cock from root to tip until it was drenched in saliva and precum.

  “Mads,” he whispered with a groan.

  I moved along his length feverishly, wanting him to come deep down my throat.

  “Mads, stop, stop,” he said when I felt his cock jerk hard.

  “No,” I mumbled out, sucking him off, allowing the loud popping noise from my mouth to fill the room.

  Ty bit his lip and then let out a loud groan and then a few grunts.

  “Fuck, Mads.”

  I smiled looking up at Ty, running my tongue along the underside of his cock and then sucked on the head, until the fat thing was jerking and twitching, hungry to explode. I laughed a little, taking it deep into my mouth again, pumping it with my fist, pressing my nose to it, letting a mischievous smile take over my face. I worshipped Ty’s cock. I’d never met a better one.

  I skittered my fingers over the cut muscles of his abs, absorbing the gorgeousness of this man.

  I focused back on soaking him with my mouth, moving slow and purposeful along his swollen, hot flesh. Ty let out a harsh groan. I moaned, feeling his cock jerking hard while he expelled everything he had in his balls down my throat. I swallowed it, licking my lips while Ty’s eyes remained on me when I crawled up the length of his hard body.

  “That was incredible.”

  “Hmm,” I hummed.

  “Come and put that pussy on my face, Mads,” Ty whispered.

  Crawling up towards Ty, I pulled the tiny strip of fabric away from my skin, flashing him my pussy. I gripped the headboard when Ty’s hands ran over my ass, pulling me towards his mouth.

  “Fuck,” I hissed when his tongue touched my flesh, sucking and licking hungrily, until I was gasping for air.

  I jerked away and Ty edged forward, gripping my ass cheeks with his large hands. I allowed my gaze to take in the view of his hot mouth on my skin. Ty sucked on my clit hard and then fluttered his tongue over the swollen bud. I squeezed and pinched my nipples that were already hardened peaks. I rocked on his face until I was crying out softly, sinking into the feeling of my pussy clenching and throbbing at the mercy of his tongue.

  I slumped over, catching my breath. Ty shifted up from the bed, settling behind me, tearing the scrap of fabric away from my skin completely.

  I giggled, tossing a glance over my shoulder, right before Ty’s hand made contact with my ass cheek. I yelped and then hissed, enjoying the feeling of the slight burn. Ty placed his hand on my back, running his fingers down the middle. His lips pressed against the shell of my ear and then he slowly sucked and nibbled on the lobe. I squirmed in his hold while he smacked me again with an open palm, and then lazily trailed his fingers down the crack of my ass.

  Holding on to the headboard, I jerked forward at the feeling of his tongue sucking on my flesh again, until it settled on the tight hole there. Ty licked and sucked on it a few times, pushing two fingers in.

  “This is what I want, Madison. Can I have it?”

  “Yes,” I rasped out, arching my back like a cat doing its morning stretch.

  Ty’s hand made contact with my ass again, causing me to moan.

  The warm thick head of his veiny cock pressed against my ass, covered in something war
m. Ty kneaded and massaged my ass cheek hard while pushing in eagerly. I arched my back, taking him in slowly. Ty moaned when the entire length of his cock filled my ass.

  “Yes, Mads.”

  I whimpered when he began to move, sliding in and out of the tight passage. I massaged my clit, bending over completely until my face was pressed against the mattress. Ty hissed and beat hungrily into me, gripping into the skin at my hips with his fingers.

  I arched my back again, impaling myself on his cock eagerly while I rubbed my clit. Ty let out a loud moan and then wrenched my face to him in a desperate kiss. He moved slow, plunging deeper inside of me hissing and grunting, with each throb of his cock.

  I sucked in a breath, feeling my legs quiver while my fingers brushed over my clit desperately. Ty gripped my hips, locking them in front of him while he plowed into me hard, stealing my breath away with each thrust. I came whimpering softly, desperate for air. Ty let out a hoarse growl and stilled us both completely, before his cock throbbed deep inside of me, loading my ass with his warm cum.

  Dropping my head low, I placed my hands on the soft sheets, feeling Ty pull out of me. He mumbled something to himself and ran his fingers over my heated skin, yanking me towards him. He crushed my mouth with his own and then kissed me softly, brushing my hair over one shoulder.

  “I liked that,” he whispered against my lips.

  I gave Ty a nod, feeling sleep calling my name. A soft laugh left his mouth before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling us both underneath the comforter. Then the lamp clicked off.

  I rolled over to face Ty, looking over his features underneath the moonlight.

  “I don’t want to be your burden, Ty.”

  “Madison, please.”

  “You can do better than this. Than me.”

  He ran his fingers through my hair. “And so can you.”

  I breathed out into his palm and then kissed it, intertwining my fingers in his.

  “I love you,” I whispered, kissing his fingers again.

  “I love you too,” he said edging closer to me.

  Ty

  “You okay, buddy?” I asked, ruffling Carter’s brown head of hair.

  It was after two in the morning. The entire house was asleep but Carter was wide awake. He was leaning against the wall in the second-floor hallway, outside of his bedroom. I knelt in front of him, searching his red, teary eyes.

  “You okay?” I asked him again.

  Carter wiped his tears and sniffled. Then he shook his head vigorously.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked, turning him to face me. “You don’t like your new room?”

  Carter cried more. “I’m sorry, Ty. I do, but I just have to sleep in there alone now.”

  I looked him over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I get it, don’t worry. You will get used to it.

  “Let’s go and get some hot chocolate. How does that sound?”

  Carter gave me a nod and we headed down to the kitchen.

  It was strange to even hear him talking, since Carter hardly ever said a word. I knew that going from the small apartment that Madison had to this big house might have been a little traumatic for the seven-year-old.

  When we made it to the kitchen, I heated up some milk in the microwave, pouring some Hershey’s chocolate in with it and stirring it around.

  “I don’t know what goes with hot chocolate. I have some biscotti here?”

  “Biscotti?” Carter asked, giving me a funny look.

  “Yeah.” I laughed. “It’s these gourmet Italian almond cookies. They’re hard as rock,” I said showing him by banging the cookies on the counter, which made him laugh. I didn’t realize how much seeing him laugh would actually cheer me up, but it did.

  Carter shrugged. “I can try one.”

  “Okay, biscotti it is,” I said taking four of the cookies out and setting them on a plate.

  Then I slid one glass of hot chocolate over to Carter, keeping one for myself.

  Carter eyed me strangely. “What?”

  I laughed, staring into the brown milk. “I don’t think I’ve had this since I was maybe a little older than you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s good,” he said taking a long sip of it.

  I did the same, savoring the sweet smooth taste.

  “Yeah, it is.”

  “So, what’s up with school and everything? Do you like your teacher?”

  “Yeah, school is fine.”

  After a few minutes of Carter giving me one-worded answers about school, I changed the subject.

  “What are you into?”

  Carter cut his eyes over to mine. “Animals. I like animals. I’ve been asking my mom for a cat for soooo long, but she always said we couldn’t have one.

  “If I had a cat, then I wouldn’t have to sleep alone now.”

  I smiled, listening to this kid attempting to bargain with me, which was somewhat working.

  “A cat?”

  “Yes, a cat. Can I have one?”

  I blew out a breath and then looked down at Carter while he crunched a piece of biscotti between his teeth.

  “I will see what I can do.”

  “Thanks.

  “Do you like being here with us?”

  “Of course,” I said with a smile. “I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”

  “Really?”

  “No.”

  “So, who did you used to talk to at night when your parents were asleep.”

  I laughed, remembering some of those lonely days. “I used to talk to myself.”

  Carter’s brows pinched together while he gave me a suspicious look. “Yourself?”

  “Yes, myself. I was just a kid like you, just using my imagination, since I always had to sleep alone.”

  “You had your own bedroom?”

  “Yeah, you might not like having your own room now but in two or three years, it will feel like the best thing ever.”

  Carter dropped his head, seeming deep in thought.

  “You’re probably right, but I still think if I had a cat, I would sleep much better.”

  He wasn’t going to let up on the cat request clearly.

  “Okay.”

  I sat with Carter for a few more minutes, noticing that it was now three thirty in the morning. He seemed tired. I gave him a piggyback ride up the stairs and tucked him into bed.

  “Night, Ty.”

  “Good night, Carter.”

  “Don’t forget what we talked about,” he whispered. “About the cat.”

  “I won’t,” I said pulling the door closed.

  Madison

  “Okay,” I said to Ty, gripping his hand firmly, holding him in position.

  We stood in the small studio in the house while Marc Anthony’s Valio La Pena blared from the speakers.

  “This is salsa!” I laughed out, moving and twisting my body in front of Ty.

  Ty gave me a huge grin and moved to the rhythm, which he sank into easily, keeping his playful eyes on me.

  “You’re good,” I complimented.

  I watched as his hips swayed and twisted to the music while we laughed.

  “You have good footwork.”

  He stepped forward, gripping my waist with his hands, slowing the movement.

  “I told you I can dance,” he said in his deep voice.

  I spun around only to find myself flush against his heaving chest. Then he kissed me. I pulled away when it got too hot and danced around the room while he stood in the center of it watching me. He grabbed the remote and changed the music, putting on some hip hop. Then he dimmed the lights.

  “Dance,” he directed.

  I smiled when he pulled a chair out and placed it in the middle of the floor, sitting in it.

  “I want to see that thing you do with your ass, Mads,” Ty said slumping down in the chair.

  The deep bass of Rihanna’s Sex With Me sank into my bones.

  I stood in the center of the fl
oor and shut my eyes, doing a few body rolls, which I moved into a handstand, easing down slowly into the splits. I bounced in place to the beat a few times and then faced the mirror, and did it again.

  Ty massaged himself through his pants, watching me, which made me smile.

  Then I stood and slowly walked towards him, putting my breasts in his face. Ty leaned forward to kiss me and I dipped away teasingly, spinning around. I dropped between his thighs and bent over, shaking my ass a few times. Ty smacked the plump flesh and gripped it hard, causing me to wince.

  I broke into a slow, sexy twerk and let my ass pop all on its own while he watched. Ty leaned forward and nibbled on each cheek. I spun around, kicking my leg over his shoulder, letting my lips brush against his and eased back down to the floor lazily in the splits.

  “Oh my God!” he shouted.

  I giggled and moved back towards the mirror, dipping and swaying to the beat of the music, touching myself all over. I removed my top, revealing my breasts. I squeezed and teased them with my hands. When I opened my eyes, I met Ty’s hooded gaze across the room and the prominent bulge in his suit pants.

  I loved dancing. It allowed me to feel sexy and desirable, even when Dominic didn’t want me back in those days. I was a dancer and a gymnast and there was nothing about music and body movement that I could ever tire of.

  I walked over to the pole in the corner of the room on my hands and knees then climbed up the pole only using my legs. I hung from the top by my ankles and then stood, dipping low putting my back to it. I spun around and bent over, teasingly removing my shorts, easing them slowly down my ass and pulling them back up. I shut my eyes and did it again, leaving them at my knees. I parted my legs, swaying and dipping against the pole, allowing Ty to see everything. I shut my eyes, sinking into the feeling of my fingers massaging my clit.

  When I opened them, Ty was standing directly in front of me, with his cock out.

  I bit my lip, sliding up and down the pole, feeling the cool, hard metal against the bare skin on my back. Ty reached a hand out and pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I stood straight when Ty kissed me, picking me up slowly and planting my back against the pole. I held on to the pole above me and parted my legs as wide as they could go. I hooked them over Ty’s forearms while he balanced the rest of my weight and pushed his big cock into me.