He said all of that while pulling me underneath him. Now, I didn’t know what I was expecting, but I could tell you that it wasn’t what I thought it would be. I’d never been made love to by any man, but that’s what Alex did to me. He kissed me slow, took his time with my mouth, neck, breasts, stomach, and sides, and when it came time for him to stroke my kitty, I was done for. No other man I’d been with had ever taken the time to love my body slow. Shit, if that was what he was putting on his wife back home then I could definitely see why she was pissed.
And it wasn’t just a one-time thing. He used the whole twelve pack of condoms in one night. He didn’t come every time but he made sure I did. We drank my wine, ate the minimal food I had, and we talked some more. I found out he was an only child, he was from California, and his mom was still alive. He’d been married for six years and got married at twenty-two. He’d also cheated on his wife the year before with a coworker at his old job and that had caused a lot of problems for them.
“My problem was that I found out heaven was between a black woman’s thighs,” he said to me. “I have a thing for black women.”
I looked at him as we lay side by side. “But you’re black yourself.”
“No. I’m Cuban and Puerto Rican, but sometimes I do identify as Black.”
I nodded. “Oh. And when your wife saw me she flipped because you’d cheated on her with a black woman before?”
He nodded. I could tell his mind was on his wife. He’d check his phone every so often to see if she’d called.
“Yeah. She knows my type very well.”
“So why didn’t you just marry a black woman?”
“I didn’t fall in love with one.”
“So we’re good enough to have sex with, but not good enough to love and marry?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So what are you saying?”
He was about to answer, then he looked at me. “Are you really advocating for marriage when you’re lying here with me, a married man?”
I laughed a little. “Not really. I’m simply confused as to why you’re not married to a black woman since you love us so much.”
“I can’t help who I fell in love with and I fell in love with Maria.”
I shook my head. He may as well have been a black man. He sure as hell had the same warped thought process as they had.
“You fell in love with her but yet you say you have this uncontrollable lust for black women.” I laughed at the craziness of it all.
He pulled me on top of him after putting the last condom on. With his hand he guided his semi-hardened manhood inside of me. To be honest it was my first time ever having sex with a man with a condom. I’d been raw dogging since the first time I had sex. Don’t get me wrong, after a while my mom took the time to tell me about STDs and such but, by then, it was too late. I’d already been having sex. I caught gonorrhea and chlamydia once. Had no idea what was going on until I went to my doctor. My throat had been sore for a little over a week and discharge from my vagina smelled putrid. Needless to say that when I’d gone back and told the man I was sleeping with what he’d given me, he tried to flip and blame it on me and I cut his ass good. He was lucky I didn’t kill him.
Even after all of that, I still had sex without protection; I was just more careful and more selective in my choice of man. My gynecologist also saw me every three months. He’d asked me why I visited him so often and I told him the truth, I fuck a lot, and I left it at that.
“It’s not how you explain it,” he said to me, bringing me back to reality. “It’s not that complicated. I just happened to meet and fall in love with Maria before I could meet and fall in love with a black woman. It’s simple.”
With his hands gripping my waist he began to slowly bounce me up and down on him until I could feel him getting harder and harder. His girth was ridiculous. It felt as if he were trying to split me open. I came immediately and kept coming. We were so caught up in each other that neither of us saw the shadowy figure watching us through the blinds.
Death had always been very close to me.
Chapter 6
Something in me must have liked the idea of a man being in my home with me day in and day out. Mr. Rodriguez and I had made a little love nest and I became completely unaware of the danger I placed both of us in. For the next couple of weeks he and I continued our little arrangement. I’d cut contact with my lover. I’d meant what I said about leaving her alone, but still she called, texted, and begged to see me. I continued to ignore her. For some reason my mom called me and said she wanted to see me.
“Am I allowed back in your home?” I asked her, being facetious.
“Yes, as long as you respect my rules.”
I sighed. “There is no need for me to come back. I have my own place now. I’m good.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.”
She was quiet a moment. She and I had been through a lot and I guessed that she’d thought I’d be back home by then.
“So you’re really not coming back?” she asked. It was a loaded question.
“No, Mom. I’m not coming back. Not to live.”
I heard a door slam in her background and asked what was going on.
“Frank is mad about something. I guess because I’m talking to you and asked you to come back home. He was really pissed at you for coming on to him like that.”
“No, he wasn’t. He’s a lying son of a bitch and he thinks he’s so perfect. I’m sure he’s not.”
“Vix, he really sees you as his daughter and you shouldn’t have placed him in that spot; not to mention, he’s my damn husband. I don’t even understand why you would do that.”
Rolling my eyes I sighed again and looked up to see Mr. Rodriguez coming from the bathroom. He’d just stepped out of the shower and I was lying in bed naked. He grabbed one of my ankles and pulled me down to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of me. He took his fingers and started exploring my pussy like it was a lost cavern with new life or something. He licked his finger before pushing it inside of me, twisting and turning it slowly, then bringing it out to pluck at my clitoris. I’d learned that he had a healthy sexual appetite and that I loved to feed it and him.
“Mom, you know as well as I do that you don’t love Frank and he’s going to pick up on that sooner or later.”
I caught my breath and moaned out when his tongue wrapped around my clit and he sucked aggressively.
“Vix, what in the hell are you doing?” my mom asked me.
I’d completely forgotten she was on the phone with the smooth way he was practicing the art of oral sex on me.
“Nothing. I have to go. Talk to you later.”
I clicked the end button and dropped the phone. Getting eaten out for breakfast was way better than breakfast in bed. We’d run out of condoms so fast until he just went to the store and bought a bigger box. Another thing I was starting to love about him: he wouldn’t stay here without contributing something. He was lacing my pockets and buying the food to keep us fed and one of the sexiest things about him was that he was a clean man. He’d been leaving for work just before daybreak so our secret could remain so and at school we acted like nothing was going on. He’d park his truck in my garage just to be on the safe side, although almost no one knew where I lived. Only my lover’s husband knew, and I hadn’t seen him since Alex had gotten here.
He’d been calling and I’d been putting him off. Told him I’d been very sick and just needed time to be alone and heal. He’d sent flowers and Alex didn’t seem to care one way or the other. There were times when he talked on the cell to his wife, still trying to fix that broken marriage. One time he was sucking on my pussy while talking to her and he did that shit so smoothly that I gushed all over his face and his voice never even cracked. Another time he was bouncing me on his dick as he professed his love to her. We both came while she was on the phone cursing him out in Spanish. He never broke a sweat and she had no idea.
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sp; It seemed as if we were getting off on that kind of thing because he was giving me deep, penetrated back shots while I talked to my ex-lover’s husband. It seemed he was intent on making me moan. Or, maybe I was just a moaner and couldn’t hold it in. I’d quickly hung up the phone. You know how they say if something is too good to be true then it usually is? Well I don’t know what I’d been thinking. I’d let my guard down with Alex. He was easy to relax around and we got along well.
“I have to stop fucking with you, Vix,” he said to me out of the blue as we lay in the bed.
It was raining and a thunderstorm had knocked the power out. The moonlight was the only light we had.
“Where did that come from?”
“You know we have to stop this shit before it goes too far. I can’t risk falling for you any more than I already have. That shit is only going to complicate my life more.”
“So you’re saying because I make you happy, you have to go back home to your wife and try to fight for the happiness you wish you could have?”
He cut his eyes at me as I turned over on my stomach, rested on my elbows, and looked at him.
“You don’t make me happy. Your pussy makes me happy.”
“You’re a liar.”
“And you can’t handle the truth.”
“You don’t know what the truth is.”
“I’m going back home to my wife.”
“Weak son of a bitch.”
“Stupid-ass bitch.”
“She can never give you what I can.”
“And what exactly are you giving me besides good pussy?”
“I make you happy. You said so yourself.”
“That was pillow talk after you’d just fucked me good and sucked my dick like no other woman has ever done.”
I sat back on my haunches and rolled my eyes at him.
“Weak-ass nigga.”
“Stupid-ass bitch.”
“Go on then. Take your shit and go back to the other land. It’s obvious you can’t handle the motherland. That’s why your simp ass didn’t marry a black woman.”
His face hardened a bit as his stare cut into me. “Why you mad? You said all you wanted me for was dick anyway, right? So why you mad?”
I looked at him. “I’m not.”
“You’re a liar.”
“And you can’t handle the truth.”
“You don’t know what the truth is.”
“Go back home to your wife.”
I sat there and looked at him as his eyes stayed locked on me. Thunder shook the earth and lightning tore across the sky, lighting up the room.
“After I leave, I’m not coming back,” he said after a moment.
I stood. “So the fuck what.”
“Keep your end of the bargain. You said you could keep a secret.”
“So you’re asking me to just walk away like we didn’t share secrets that probably no one else knows about us?”
“And we’ll always have those memories to go back to.”
“You’ll be back.”
“No, I won’t.”
Yes, we’d both shared secrets with one another about our lives. I told him about my lover. I told him the truth no one else knew about her. While telling him I watched as his eyes widened upon finding out who it was. It was the liquor that had us wagging our tongues, spilling secrets. He’d told me about how his mom had molested him until he was fourteen and able to leave home. His mom’s was the first woman’s body he’d penetrated. She’d force him to have sex with her.
He told me how he had to live on the street while still trying to go to school and get into college. He was a male whore once. He sold his dick to the highest bidder. He’d even gone so far as to let another man suck his dick. The man offered to pay him $5,000 and he went for it. I didn’t judge him and he assured me that was the first and last encounter with a man he’d ever had. I asked if he’d busted a nut from it and he said no. I guessed that’s why when my secrets spilled from my tongue. He didn’t judge me for them.
“You’ll be back, Alex, and I’ll be here waiting. I know your secrets and you know mine. That will always bring you back.”
He slowly sat up and looked at me. “Come here.”
“No. You’re leaving so I’d rather not have good-bye sex. Just get your shit and go.”
“I’m not leaving until the morning.”
“No. You can leave now.”
My voice cracked and tears stung my eyes. I got emotional. That could have been the liquor, too. We’d been drinking again. I looked at the big bottle of Patrón Silver lying empty on the floor. With the demons chasing us, we had to chase them back. So we went to the liquor store and he bought the biggest bottle of Patrón they had to offer. We brought it back home and chased the demons that chased us. We both were alike.
I backed away from him as he stood and walked over tome.
“No. Don’t touch me,” I said to him as I tried to push him away.
We were both naked. The whole time we stayed together we walked around naked. His masculine build was what most men would kill for and I could definitely see what would make any woman pay to have a piece of him. He picked me up and put my back against the wall. His dick slid inside of me so effortlessly that all I could do was breathe. My walls stretched, and I let go of the fight I had in me. I realized for the first time he was inside of me raw and it felt so damn good, even better than before. He took me like that against the wall. He fucked me like it was his last time.
“This is the last time,” he said to me as he looked up at me.
My breasts bounced and swayed in his face, causing his mouth to open and his tongue to seek out my nipples.
“You’ll be back ... You’ll be back.”
About an hour later, we both jerked awake. We’d been asleep on the floor near the wall he had had sex with me against. We both looked at each other, trying to figure out if thunder had just awakened us. Both of us relaxed back into each other until we heard the noise again. He jumped up so quick that it was like a flash of lightning. He grabbed my hand and ran to the walk-in closet.
“Put some clothes on,” he said to me.
It sounded as if someone was trying to kick down the front door. I quickly pulled on whatever I could while he pulled on his jeans, quickly zipping them and running from the closet. Pulling a tank over my head, I frantically grabbed shoeboxes from my closet shelf until I found the one I wanted and grabbed the .380 hand gun. The kicking became louder and harder.
“Alex,” I called out in a frantic whisper to him.
Tears stung my eyes and for the first time in a long time, I was afraid. I quickly walked to my kitchen, calling out to him again.
“Alex!”
The front door flew open and I almost screamed until a hand flew around my mouth and Alex snatched me back into the walk-in pantry with him. He turned me to him with a hand still over my mouth and a finger to his lips telling me to be quiet. I nodded as tears from my eyes fell over his fingers.
“Vix,” a male voice called out to me.
Alex looked at me and I looked at him. I knew the voice. It was my lover’s husband.
“You fucking bitch. You got another nigga in the house I bought you, fucking him? Bitch, are you fucking stupid?”
Alex looked at me again. “Who is that?” he mouthed to me. “Is that him?”
I nodded. I knew what he meant when he asked if it was him because I’d told him that I was also having an affair with my lover’s husband. We could hear him running up the stairs.
His voice belted out, “I know you’re in here, bitch. Don’t run scared now.”
“Stay in here,” Alex said to me.
“Where’re you going?”
“Just stay in here.”
I didn’t know what was more frightening: the fact that my ex-lover’s husband was running through the house like a madman, or that there was no fear on Alex’s face.
“He’s got a gun.”
“So? You just stay in here
and don’t come out until I come and get you.”
With that he turned and left me in my pantry and disappeared and I heard my lover’s husband coming back down the stairs. It was quiet for a moment and I started praying. I’d never prayed a day before in my life because I thought God couldn’t give two fucks about people like me. I’d sinned too much for Him to care, but I started praying and I prayed hard. I guess I was right about God not caring for people like me because my lover’s husband snatched the pantry door open, gun in his hand, and anger masking his face. Before my scream could manifest he punched me in my face and I fell back into the shelves, hitting the floor, blood spilling from my nose and lips.
“You must be out of your motherfucking mind,” he snapped at me and went to pull me up from the floor.
I screamed and kicked to try to stop his assault when I saw Alex step from the shadows and do the shit I thought only Steven Seagal could do in movies. He grabbed my lover’s husband by the neck with one arm pulling him back, and used his other hand to slam the pantry door on his wrist, forcing him to drop the gun. I scrambled to my feet and watched in horror as Alex used a knife and stuck it in his back while he held him.
That didn’t deter my lover’s husband as he promptly yelped out in pain but pivoted his hips to flip Alex over his shoulder. Alex landed on his feet and quickly pulled another knife from his back pocket. I screamed for them to stop but neither would hear me as Alex rushed for him again, the knife held in a defensive manner that only a skilled and trained fighter would know to use.
“Pussy must be good to you, nigga. She got you playing super save-a-ho,” he said to Alex with a mean scowl on his face.
Alex never said a word in return, and when my lover’s husband rushed him Alex did some kung fu master shit with the knife slicing his chest and arms as he ducked and blocked most of the punches being thrown at him. When my lover’s husband hit the floor, Alex rushed over him and would have started cutting him if I hadn’t run out and jumped in front of him.
“Please stop, Alex. Don’t kill him.”
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