Violation

by Lolah Lace

  I spotted Serena standing with Lance’s wife Tiffany. She was wrapped in a nice fitted black dress. The kind that hugged all her curves and would be considered risqué if it wasn’t so expensive. Seeing her made me angry. Seeing her laugh made me furious.

  I inconspicuously watched her every move. When Serena finally spotted me I made sure to touch Margo and whisper in her ear. It was childish sure but I would do anything to hurt the woman who left me high and dry. Fuck her! She could eat ten dicks and choke on all of them. Who cares? I don’t.

  Serena walked across a sea of people and was headed straight toward me. Somehow I knew she wouldn’t actually approach me. I was wrong. She walked right up to Margo and me. She sized Margo up and that gave me great pleasure. I wouldn’t say anything to her until she said something to me.

  “Noah.” Her voice was light and melodic. I hate that.

  “Serena.” The tension was concentrated on her and me. There was an invisible barrier between us. I hoped no one could feel it.

  “Did you see Deshawn?”

  “I did.”

  “Who’s your, date?” She muttered through gritted teeth.

  “Margo Pette, Margo this is Deshawn’s wife, Serena Jones.”

  “Nice to meet you. You have a lovely home.”

  “Thank you.” Serena clipped her words and didn’t even look at Margo. She had her evil glare cast upon me.

  I wrapped my arm around Margo’s bare shoulder. It didn’t startle her. She just played along.

  I could see the fire ignite in Serena’s chestnut eyes. She was seething with anger. I loved making her uneasy. We engaged in a stare down. I got lost in my anger toward her. I snapped out of it when Margo placed her hand on my chest.

  “This is really a nice party.” Margo brought us back into the moment.

  “Yeah it’s nice.” Serena rolled her eyes at Margo and I tried to hide my smirk. “Excuse me, I have things to do.” Serena rushed away from us.

  Margo removed her hand from my chest. “What was that Noah?”

  “I’m sorry about that. She can sometimes be rude.”

  “Okay.” Margo didn’t press me any further and I was happy. The showdown was over for now, but something inside me welcomed the fight. I wanted to tell Serena to fuck off, go fuck herself and whatever mean thought came to my mind.

  My eyes followed her as she moved through the crowd. She talked to a few guests and I watched Dee whisper something in her ear. She left him alone with the Cav owner’s son Kyle Kozlowski and some of the other Cavalier personnel.

  “Margo.”

  “Yes.”

  “I need to go to the men’s room. I’ll be right back.”

  “Yeah go. I’ll find Justine.”

  I took off in the direction I last saw Serena. She had left the living room and was headed toward the dining room. I observed her stop and talk to another guest before she disappeared to the darkened back of the house.

  This part of the house was off limits. She never noticed me following her and when she ducked into the basement I was right behind her. She left the door open and I watched her walk down the stairs to the wine cellar. I closed the door as I entered. I quietly descended the stairs. There was a large basket on the floor. She grabbed a wine bottle from its hole and placed the bottle of wine in the basket. I watched her movements like a stalker. I glimpsed her dress rise as she bent to look for another bottle. I was standing there and I waited until she took notice. She jumped when she spotted me standing behind her.

  Rage filled her soft brown eyes. Her breast heaved as anger filled her chest. “You brought a bitch to my house.” She was in my face with just a few steps. The heels helped bring her closer to my level.

  “She’s not a bitch.” I shrugged.

  “You have some nerve.”

  “You have a husband. You can’t be jealous.”

  “This is my house.”

  “This is Deshawn’s house.”

  Whack! She open-hand slapped me hard across the face. My jaw was on fire but I wasn’t thinking of backing down.

  “You better leave and take your groupie slut with you.” Serena whisper-shouted at me.

  “You’re really jealous.”

  “Nope, get that skinny bitch out of my house.”

  “Make me.”

  “Don’t play with me. You and that bitch need to get the fuck out.”

  “You are the only one acting like a bitch at this party.”

  She tried to slap me again but I caught her hand and held it out to her side.

  Her hostility was sexy. So sexy my dick woke from slumber.

  “I will leave, as soon as I fuck that jealous, disobedient pussy of yours.” I grabbed her by her neck. Her eyes swelled at my gall. My firm and unwavering grip frightened her. Her hands pushed out to shove me away. The struggle was intense but futile on her part. The tussle was rebellious but pointless. She was fighting me and I was wrangling my wild jealous ex-lover.

  Serena soon realized she couldn’t get me off her body and out her personal space. I backed her into a wooden table. I removed my hand from her throat to lift her onto the top of the table. Her shoes fell off her feet as she refused to give in.

  Her arms flailed in front of her and sometimes made contact with my face. She clawed at my cheek with her fingernails.

  I grabbed her hair and yanked her face up to the ceiling.

  “You fucking stop!” I yelled out in a whisper. I clasped both her wrist in one of my hands. That put an end to the flailing arms. I climbed on top of her. My shoulders were pressed into her. Her legs dangled off the table. I had her trapped.

  “Noah.”

  “Shhhhhh. There are people upstairs.”

  “Okay. Okay. Okay. Let me go.” She begged. I hushed her pleas when I pressed my mouth to her lips. I released her to look into her eyes. “Noah, let me go.”

  “I will after you take this dick.” I decided to release her pinned wrists when she gave into my ravenous kiss.

  Her hands landed in my hair. She palmed my face and stretched my skin. Her hands left my face and dangled in the air at her sides. I plowed into her closed mouth and forced my tongue inside. I sucked her tongue hard and fast. I held her back tight against my chest. The goal was to render her unconscious with the sheer force of my kisses. Her body slumped into mine.

  I slid my hand under her cocktail dress. I found the fabric of her panties and pulled them hard and fast until I could get them to her knees. I shifted my body to the side to get her panties off. They disappeared to the ground. I used one hand to work my belt buckle and zipper. I lowered my boxer briefs and freed my dick. He had been sitting on the bench for far too long. He wants to play in the game. He wants to jump inside Serena and hibernate.

  “Noah we can’t.” Her words were to hushed and hesitant for me to take them seriously. I kissed her lips and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. My hand roughly kneaded her breast. Her body arched to meet mine.

  How quickly her tune had changed. She never wanted me to go anywhere but inside her. I clawed her hips and thrust her body toward me. She wrapped her arms around my neck when she felt her body being lifted off the tabletop. Her dress rose to her waist just as I planned.

  My dick was pointed at the grand prize. He needed to enter Serena without my aid. I tilted my pelvis forward and felt the head of my cock glide to her entrance. I hit my target. I rammed into her hard. She gasped as I filled her tight, wet, and incredibly jealous pussy. This is my jealous pussy. I have ownership and that will never change. This time, she will remember just how Hart makes her feel.

  Serena was quick to lock her legs around my waist. She wouldn’t let me get away without giving her my brand of pleasure. I should pull out and leave her high, wet and wanton. I’m not that mean to her or to myself.

  My hands commanded her hips as I pushed deeper and deeper inside my envious lover. I needed to show her what she was missing. I needed to ruin her for any other man.

  “Did you miss my dick?�
� I groaned into her shoulder.

  “Yes…Oh, Noah! Yes.”

  My eyes were shut tightly as I enjoyed every single motion, every single stroke, and every single vibration. I needed to dive inside from every angle. The nearness of holding her close to me was perfect. I placed her rear on the table and pushed her down on her back. I hooked her knees over my arms and pumped inside her. I pulled my dick almost all the way out and then jumped down deep inside her womb. I pulled out slow again. My dickhead was only submerged. I stabbed her again with my entire shaft. I hit it like a machine. I rocked the legs of the table as I impaled her clenching pussy with my stone dick. My balls slapped her ass and bounced on her cute little asshole.

  Serena screamed out loud with every stabbing motion. I placed my fingers on her clit and worked it roughly. Her body arched off the table as I strummed her pearl and rammed into her sloppy messy pussy.

  She was screaming, moaning and sighing too loudly. I believed she couldn’t be heard over the music upstairs, but I couldn’t be too sure.

  I couldn’t worry about that. I could only focus on giving her what she was missing. Hitting her hot spot with the power of ten dicks. Lastly, filling her tight little pussy with all my cum. I aimed to fill her up and let the remnants of my cum seep from her for days to come.

  Her raining tunnel sucked me in. Her walls vibrated around my dick. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I pushed her legs straight up the air. I pushed her long limbs together. I propped her legs up on my shoulder and angled my dick down into her hole. My balls were covered in her cunt’s juice. My body shook as this tighter fit simulated a virgin’s pussy. I could only enter her a few more times before I would explode. Her pussy lips sucked me in and squeezed me with a dirty raunchy salacious grip.

  “Is this Hart’s pussy?” I winced out the words.

  “Yes! Yes!”

  “Say that shit!” I grunted as I hit my favorite side of her pussy over and over and over. I reached down and pinched her nipple so hard my fingers burned.

  “No, no, Noah, this is, OH GOD! I love you!”

  I rocked up on my toes. Just like that, I hit it deep. I rapidly released one month of tension, hurt, pain and love inside her depressed cave. I have to have her in my life. I have to love Serena. I will take whatever she gives me because this is real. I waited for my dick to stop twitching. I slowly lowered her legs to a natural position. I grabbed my slick dick in my hands. There was a little of my ejaculation still oozing from the tip.

  Serena laid still on the table as she tried to catch her breath. I looked down at her glistening pussy. The desire to lick and suck her clit came to mind. Next time.

  “Don’t move.”

  “I can’t. My legs are dead.”

  “The table’s wet. You’re wet. My cum is running out of you.”

  “Is it on my dress?”

  “Not yet. Just don’t move.”

  “There are paper towels over there in the cabinet.” Her hand pointed gingerly to the right. Then it flopped back down on the table.

  My pants were at my ankles. Getting to the cabinet without dripping cum on my pants would be a chore. I held my dick a little tighter and shuffled over to the cabinet.

  I opened the cabinet door to three rolls of white paper towels.

  I grabbed a single roll and started cleaning my hands, thighs, and dick. I threw my discarded paper towels on the table. I looked down and spotted some of Serena’s sweet honey on the bottom hem of my dress shirt. I should have lifted it up a bit when I was stuffing her sweet tiny hole.

  I grabbed some fresh paper towels and cleaned the wet spot on the table. I grabbed more paper towels for Serena. I wiped her thighs real good. I opened her legs wide to clean inside her swollen folds. I lifted her legs and wiped in her ass crack.

  I dabbed the tip of my dick one last time. I reached for my boxer briefs and pulled them up my legs. I tucked my dick into a comfortable position. I reached down for my pants and tucked my shirt inside. I zipped, buttoned and worked my belt as Serena laid there and watched.

  “Give me your hands.”

  I reached for her and she let me pull her to sitting. She looked at me with no discernible facial expression.

  “There’s no mirror down here. I look a mess. I know it.” She adjusted the top of her dress while the bottom still rested up at her waist.

  “You look fine. You look like you got fucked with a big dick.”

  “Noah, I can’t believe you, we did this in this house.”

  “It happened. Believe it.” Cocky things were just coming out my mouth like I was on the basketball court.

  “This is too dangerous. I have to get back upstairs.”

  “We both do.” I leaned in and kissed her softly.

  “What are we doing?”

  “I’m winning you back.”

  “Do you think you lost me? You never lost me.” She grabbed my face and kissed me hard on the lips. “I made a mistake. I thought--”

  Of course, she made a mistake. I took another glance at her exposed pussy. “Hey pull your dress down before I flip you over and fuck you in the ass.”

  “Noah.” She giggled, but I would have forced her to her knees if this room were carpeted.

  “Mom! Mom! Are you down there!”

  Our hearts jumped with the sudden sound of a voice yelling from the top of the stairs. It was Tenisha’s voice. We both stared into each other’s eyes without any movement or sound exchanged between us.

  “Yeah, I’m down here. I’m coming up!” Serena yelled as best could. There were sprinkles of fear in her stressed tone.

  “Dad wants you to grab some more of the good champagne. Do you need any help?”

  “No, I got it! Tell him I got it! I’ll be right up!”

  “Okay.”

  Serena and I listened to her daughter’s footsteps and the sound of the door closing. We hadn’t heard the door open and the footsteps before. Shit. I got to get my ass upstairs.

  “My shoes.” Serena hopped down off the table. She wobbled but I caught her in my arms before she fell. I helped her stand up straight.

  She lowered her dress and scrambled to place her feet inside her pumps. I bought those shoes. She wore them to get a rise out of me. It worked. This romp was bold even for me. Fucking her inside her house, in the wine cellar is just fucking dumb, even for me.

  I stood still and watched her scramble around. She picked the basket off the floor and placed it on the table. She grabbed two bottles of champagne and two bottles of wine. She placed them in a basket on the table and turned to me.

  “Look at me. How do I look?”

  “You look fine. Your hair is a little wild.”

  “Oh God, I don’t have a brush.”

  “Stop inside the bathroom at the top of the stairs before you go out to the party,” I ordered.

  “Right, okay. I’ll go first. Wait a minute or two before you come up and turn the lights off.”

  “Okay I got it. You go.” I watched her smooth her dress down and look for stains. “You’re good. Be careful on the stairs.”

  She took a deep breath. “Okay, I need to get through this night.” She grabbed the basket from the table. “I don’t want you to go.” Her eyes rang with sincerity.

  “That woman, Margo is my sister’s partner. She’s not with me. Remember, my sister’s a lesbian.”

  I watched Serena’s face form into the most beautiful smile. I had witnessed her sigh of relief. I had garnered enough proof that she really cared.

  “I love you. Noah, I really missed you.” The words clumsily stumbled out her mouth.

  I smiled back. She brings so many smiles to my face. “I love you too.” I kissed her on the forehead. “Go.”

  I stood there and watched her disappear up the stairs. She moved slowly because of the high heels and my member had reduced her legs to jelly. I removed my cell phone and saw a text from my sister.

  [Where’d you go?]

  I texted back. [Men’s room. Be there in a
sec.]

  Justine texted me back quickly. [Whatever turd boy. We’re at the bar.]

  I slipped my cell back in my pocket. I looked down and I spotted Serena’s panties under the table. I wanted to leave them there so Dee could find them. But what if Tenisha or her brother found them.

  I’m not that guy. I don’t know why I even thought such a thing.

  I reached down and grabbed the soaked panties off the floor and pushed them into my pocket. I am the guy that fucked his best bro’s wife. I did it right under his nose, right in his house. Our friendship was back on track and now I go and fuck it up. What the fuck is wrong with me? Does love make you do dumb ass shit? This is tomorrow’s problem. I just need to get through tonight. I looked down at my watch. It was ten forty-two. New Year please get here quick.

  I walked to the staircase and waited. The coast should be clear. There are too many people in this house to put us together. I walked up the stairs and hit the light switch. I listened at the door. I opened the door when I didn’t hear anything other than the dull roar of the music. I turned the corner and saw Tenisha with her cell phone to her ear.

  FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

  She had her intimidating eyes on me. We made a direct awkward eye contact. I pressed my lips together as she glared at me with eyes a few shades darker than her mothers.

  I had to pass her to get back to the party. This part of the house was remote and away from the guests. I didn’t even know what to do. I couldn’t even think of a clever explanation to why I was back here and emerging from the same place as her mother.

  “Tenisha.” I tried to form a smile but I’m sure it didn’t go over well.

  “Mr. Hart.” Shit! She never calls me Mr. Hart. I’m Uncle Noah. She suspiciously watched me as I passed her. I made my way back to the party. I didn’t dare turn back to see Tenisha’s face.

  I forged my way to the bar. Justine was waiting there for me.

  “Hey, where’s Margo?” I was trying to take my mind off all the previous events with small talk.