Refired

by A 'Jeeper' Wade

  The group approached the bar within a few minutes. Carla followed Sylas inside being sure to break her connection with Rocco. The last thing she needed was twenty questions from Michael as she walked over to the bar.

  “Hi, baby. How is your night going?” Michael’s face bore a depressed expression. Carla knew immediately that he wasn’t having a good day.

  Michael didn’t even look up from the glasses he washed behind the bar.

  Carla filled Michael in on the events of the night. As she talked, he moved around, not really paying any attention to her. This was one of the best nights of her life, and he could care less. Carla stood, tapping her fingers on the bar growing more and more frustrated. She wanted his attention. She wasn’t going to let Michael’s bad mood ruin her amazing night. She saw Rocco standing by the jukebox picking out music, so she decided to walk over to pick out a song.

  “Pick a good dancing song, Rocco, and meet me on the dance floor.” Carla put her arm around Rocco giving his ass a playful pinch.

  “Okay, Carla, but I don’t want Michael getting pissed at me,” Rocco sensed the tension the second they walked in. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation of some sort.

  “Screw him; he’s been an asshole for a few days now. He doesn’t want to share in my good mood and we have reason to celebrate, Rocco, let’s go.” Carla grabbed his arm as the music started.

  The two went out on to the dance floor, dancing very close. Their bodies fit together, hips swinging, they got lost in the beat. Everyone in the bar could see by the way they were grinding on each other, they shared a mutual attraction. Sylas sat there trying to distract Michael from the connection happening in his bar. Michael looked up in disbelief. He just stood watching as his girlfriend was seducing another man right in front of him.

  “Hey, Michael, can I have another drink?” Sylas’s distracting did not work as Michael headed to the floor to break up the show.

  Michael grabbed Rocco and shoved him. Rocco lost his footing, staggered briefly, then he stumbled to the ground. Within seconds, he got to his feet ready to fight. Carla stepped between the two, trying her best to stop this fight before it even started.

  “Michael, stop! You’re being an asshole. We are just dancing,” Carla lied. She felt more than that and she knew it. Perhaps the excitement of the night, or the feeling of Rocco’s arms around her, but she wanted more than just this dance. She could feel by the bulge in Rocco’s pants, he wanted the same thing.

  “Carla, get out of the way! This guy thinks he can grind on my girlfriend in my bar and I need to teach him some respect,” Michael went to take a swing but Sylas slid in behind him grabbing his arm in midair.

  “Rocco, get out now. We’re not doing this tonight,” Sylas held Michael back.

  “Sorry, Sylas. I didn’t want to ruin the night.” Rocco headed to the door.

  “Michael, you’re such an ass! I’m leaving with him and we’re done,” Carla grabbed Rocco’s arm as they walked out the door.

  “Sylas, what the fuck! Get out of my bar. You’re not welcome here anymore,” Michael held back tears. Sylas stood in disbelief. He had heard rumors that things between Michael and Carla were not good. He didn’t think they were this bad.

  “I’m sorry you feel that way, Michael. When you calm down we’ll discuss this.” As Sylas turned to leave he spotted Veronica walking in the door.

  “Sylas, what happened? Carla is outside crying on Rocco’s shoulder. I thought everything went great tonight,” Veronica looked confused.

  “Everything did go great, Veronica. What happened here is a long story, it’s not important. Let’s go home and you can fill me in on your dad’s condition,” Sylas held Veronica close as the two left heading for Sylas’s apartment.

  Veronica and Sylas made their way to his place. The way Veronica rested her head on his shoulder he could tell she loved walking on his arm. He walked quietly listening to her tell him all about her father.

  “Well, Sylas, his doctor doesn’t want him coming back to work. They want him to retire, but he doesn’t want to dump the restaurant on me alone. Will you help me run La Joie? Please, Sylas, I can’t do this alone,” Veronica needed him, she needed his guidance.

  “Yes, Veronica, I will always be by your side. We can do this together, and with the way Carla and Rocco stepped up tonight, I’m thinking we have a very exciting future ahead of us.” His calm demeanor reassured her as she gripped him tighter.

  They headed into the apartment. They both slouched down on the couch, exhausted from the events of the day. Veronica turned to Sylas reaching her arm around him she pulled him close. She kissed him lightly, feeling vulnerable.

  “Veronica, why don’t we get changed and go to sleep, I want you to fall asleep in my arms. I don’t think you should be alone tonight,” Sylas took her hand leading her to the bedroom.

  “Sylas, you are amazing. Do you know that? You are my calm, my peace. You set my mind at ease. I feel like I’ve known you forever. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you, Sylas,” Veronica’s eyes began to well with tears.

  Sylas handed her a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to change into. The two climbed in to bed for the night. Sylas rolled over behind her and put his arm over her, pulling her in close to him. He could feel her heartbeat under his arm as she drifted off to sleep.

  “I love you too, Veronica.” Sylas whispered in her ear and he drifted off.

  Chapter 12

  Rocco held onto Carla outside the bar. Anger brewed inside him, he wanted nothing more than to go back inside to let Michael have it. What did he do to provoke the attack, he asked himself? He tried to figure out what he did wrong, but Carla came on to him, she made the move.

  “I’m sorry, Rocco, I didn’t mean to get you in the middle of my issues. Michael and I have been having issues for some time now. Things haven’t been good for us. I feel terrible for ruining our night,” Carla wiped the tears from her face.

  “Carla, it’s fine, he was way out of line. Where are you going to stay tonight? It’s late and I’m sure your friends are all sleeping. You can stay at my place tonight if you would like.” Rocco worried about her but he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.

  “Thanks, Rocco, I’d like to spend the night with you, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea and I don’t want to lead you on,” Carla played shy. She wanted Rocco, but she wasn’t about to let him know she was a sure thing.

  “Carla, what do you take me for? You can sleep on the bed and I’ll take the couch. Enough talk; let’s go, before I decide to go kick the shit out of Michael,” Rocco took her hand as they walked to his place.

  Carla held Rocco’s hand tightly. She liked the way her pale fingers looked twined with his black skin. Color never bothered her, but she couldn’t help but wonder if what they said about black men were true. By the size of his hand it must be true. Carla got excited just thinking about the idea of being taken by Rocco, the look of his dark flesh on top of her. The two reached Rocco’s place and he politely opened the door for her.

  “Make yourself comfortable, Carla; it’s not much of a place, but its home. Can I get you something to drink?” Rocco headed into the kitchen.

  “Whatever you’re drinking is fine with me, Rocco. Thanks for helping me out,” Carla sat in an arm chair by the door.

  Rocco came out of the kitchen with two glasses half full. Handing one to Carla, he noticed just how piercing her blue eyes were. His eyes wandered down her body, taking her in. His cock throbbed in his pants as he gazed at her chest.

  “It’s Cognac, I hope that’s alright. It’s all I have.” Rocco quickly looked her in the eye, he didn’t want to get caught staring at her chest.

  “It tastes really good, smooth just like you.” Her flirtatious side came out as she batted her lashes.

  “Carla, I need you to know I’m not the type of guy to take advantage of a situation but…” Carla got up from the chair. She grabbed his glass set it on the table.


  “You’re not taking advantage Rocco. I came willing and I want to be with you,” Carla looked deeply into his green eyes. His eyes were striking; she had never seen a black man with green eyes.

  Rocco took her hand in his he leaned in kissing her passionately. His lips pressed softly to hers at first and a shiver went through him. Carla kissed him back, her tongue slipped passed his lips to find his tongue. The two stood kissing, exploring each other with their mouths. Rocco pulled Carla close, feeling her breasts pressed against him, he slowly slipped a hand up the back of her shirt. He began to lift it over her head.

  Rocco’s touch made Carla shiver as he placed his hand on her back. He could feel her melt into his arms as their kiss became deeper and more passionate. He reached up cupping her breast feeling her heart racing as she reached down to feel his cock. She slid her hand down Rocco’s thigh sliding it back up the inside of his leg. Her hand touched his cock and she immediately pulled it away. Carla looked up at Rocco with her eyes wide. Rocco knew he needed to calm her fears.

  “Carla, we’ll go slowly. I’ll be gentle, trust me, but if you don’t want to continue this we can stop now and I’ll make the bed for you and I’ll settle in on the couch.” Rocco smiled backing away from Carla slightly. He didn’t want her to pressure her at all.

  Rocco just stared at her taking in her beauty as she removed her bra. He liked the way her blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Rocco removed his shirt, kissing her again. This time the kiss burned with more passion. He felt Carla reaching down fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. After a little help from Rocco, his zipper opened. Carla fought to release his cock from its prison. It was huge, long and thick and he chuckled as she struggled to wrap her fingers around it.

  “Carla, let’s move this to the bedroom,” Rocco shook his head trying to regain his composure. Carla’s hand mesmerized him.

  The two walked into the bedroom hand in hand. Carla slipped out of her jeans. Rocco stood behind her taking in her beauty. Her hour glass figure enticed him. Her hips framed a perfect ass. Rocco walked up behind her, wrapping her in his arms. His cock pressing into the small of her back, he kissed her neck while sliding his hand down to her pussy. Carla parted her legs, allowing his long finger to find her clit. Rocco rubbed the hard button as her sighs drove him further. He slipped a finger into the fold of her lips and pressed inside her. Rocco slid his thick finger in and out. Carla’s pussy was wet on his finger. Rocco slipped a second finger in and Carla arched her back. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, only encouraging him to pick up his pace.

  Carla’s body stiffened with his touch. Her moans were a sure sign to Rocco that he was hitting all the right places. She turned to face him, pausing slightly. She then dropped to her knees. Carla grabbed his shaft with both of her hands. She moved her mouth to him. Licking her lips, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She opened her jaw widely, taking as much as she could. His cock throbbed as she tried to take every inch deep down her throat. What she couldn’t fit, she stroked with her hands. Carla swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, lightly flicking the tip.

  “Carla, get on the bed. I want to taste you.” Rocco picked her up off her knees.

  Carla got on the bed, opening her legs wide for him. Rocco climbed between her thighs, positioning his mouth on her pussy. He drove his tongue deep inside her, licking from the bottom to the top, gently flicking her clit. Carla writhed on the bed, throwing her head from side to side. Rocco could tell she loved the attention he gave her. She thrust her hips up to meet his tongue; her body rocked and Rocco knew she was close to an orgasm.

  “Rocco, put that cock of yours inside me now; I want to come on it,” Carla anticipated the pain, but she was too excited to really care.

  “I’ll go slowly, Carla. I’ll give you time to adjust,” Rocco put the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, pushing it in slowly.

  Rocco moved gingerly, he wanted her to enjoy this. He slipped the head in as Carla bucked as her first orgasm washed over her.

  “My god, Rocco, I’m coming already! Don’t stop, I want more, faster, harder. I can take it.” Rocco wanted to feel her pussy around his cock.

  “Alright baby, if you think you’re ready.” Rocco pushed himself deeper. He had never been with someone so tight before. He feared he might come just by entering her.

  “I’ve never been so full, Rocco. Just wait, don’t pull out it out yet, I’m coming again!”

  The walls of her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her nails dug deep into Rocco’s back as her pussy pulsated around his cock. He hesitated for a moment then pulled back, paused and filled her again. Rocco continued to fuck her faster until his balls tightened and he released his passion deep inside her.

  “I’m sorry, Carla, I couldn’t hold it any longer. That was incredible,” Rocco panted collapsing on top of her.

  “Sorry, really sorry? Are you fucking kidding me? That was the best sex I have ever had. You’re unreal,” Carla kissed him deeply, staring into his eyes.

  The two laid there for a while basking in their after sex glow. Carla let her mind wander through the events of the night. She did not look forward to seeing Michael again but she knew she needed to make a clean break with him. She slid over into Rocco’s arms. Rocco wrapped his arm around her as they drifted off to sleep.

  ****

  Veronica woke up the next morning. She saw Sylas sleeping soundly. She reached around him and slid her hand down his side reaching down to his cock. Sylas’s breathing change as he rolled over to allow her hand full access to his already hard shaft. Veronica began a slow, steady stroke on Sylas’s cock.

  “Good morning, baby, I see you’re a little horny this morning.” Sylas said, kissing Veronica on the forehead.

  “And by the looks of things, you are too.” Veronica knelt beside him on the bed lowering her head to take his cock into her mouth.

  Her lips parted, taking him deep into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled the head of his cock, her hand grasping his balls gently massaging them. Sylas laid there as Veronica’s mouth worked him. He pulled her hair back, watching her lips sliding over his shaft, the tip of his cock peeking out of her mouth only to be swallowed again and again. Sylas wanted to taste her; he sat up, reached down and grabbed her. He pulled her over his body, so her hips were straddling his face.

  He kissed her mound lightly, gently sucking on her clit. Using his fingers to pull her lips apart, he buried his tongue deep inside her. Sylas slowly slid his tongue up to Veronica’s ass. His tongue explored her tight entrance, causing Veronica to jump.

  “Sylas, no. I’ve never done that before.” She pulled away slightly.

  “Do you trust me, Veronica? It’ll be good, I’ll go slowly,” Sylas’s voice reassured her.

  “I do trust you, Sylas. We can try it,” Veronica let her mind drift back to the office at work when his finger was inside her. She liked it then, but the idea still scared her.

  She two shifted on the bed, so Veronica could get on her hands and knees. Sylas positioned himself behind her, gazing at her perfect heart shaped ass. He took the head of his cock entering her pussy, coating himself with her juices. Sylas pushed deep inside her pussy holding still. He pulled himself out slightly, than he slammed himself back in. He continued until Veronica’s orgasm wash over him. She collapsed onto her elbows offering her ass to him. Sylas pulled out placing the tip of his cock at her puckered hole.

  “Okay, Veronica, I’ll go slowly. Just relax and allow me to enter you.” Sylas began to push his cock forward.

  Sylas began to slowly enter her ass. The entrance was tight, but Sylas kept steady pressure as the tip of his cock slid passed her tight ring. He paused for a minute letting her adjust to the new sensation. Veronica’s body tensed as he held his cock in place, but after a few minutes she relaxed. Sylas continued with steady pressure, trying to fill her completely.

  “Sylas, don’t stop. Please, put it all in then give me time to get used to it,” V
eronica’s jaw flexed as the pain washed over her.

  “Alright, baby, I will.” Sylas pushed himself deep inside her holding her hips.

  He reached around her allowing his fingers to find her clit. He began rubbing to ease some of the obvious discomfort she displayed. Sylas paused, waiting for Veronica to tell him she wanted more.

  Veronica’s body went limp. She tried to relax as much as possible. Her eyes were closed tightly and her lips were pursed, the obvious pain shown on her face. A few minutes of adjusting the look on her face changed from one of pain to one of pleasure. Veronica pulled forward, paused slightly then slid herself backwards taking his full length again.

  “Fuck me, Sylas, fuck my ass!” Veronica rocked her hips bracing herself.

  Sylas pulled his cock back and pushed himself into her tight backside. Sylas loved the sensation of her ass around his cock. Sylas tensed trying not to come too soon. He maintained a slow and steady rhythm. Veronica met his thrusts with counter pressure urging him to go faster. Sylas held his pace steady, enjoying the sensation of his balls slapping her pussy. Veronica pushed back harder with each thrust.

  “Pull my hair, Sylas, take me hard,” she arched her back, collapsing on the bed. Sylas knew she would experience an intense orgasm at any moment.

  He reached out grabbing a hand full of curly auburn hair. Pulling back on her hair he turned her head so his lips could meet hers. Their tongues danced, as Sylas thrust deep inside her ass. He reached down to her pussy and pushed two fingers deep inside her. He could feel his cock pumping her through the thin membrane separating them. Veronica shook wildly with him buried deep inside both her openings. Sylas could feel her come on his fingers. The sensation pushed Sylas over the edge; at that moment, he pushed himself deep inside her ass and came. Sylas wrapped his arm around Veronica’s waist holding her for a brief second, as his cock throbbed in her ass. When he let go, she collapsed on the bed. Sylas slowly pulled his still hard cock out of her, completely satisfied. Leaning down, he kissed her deeper than he ever had. His tongue twirled with hers, while Veronica ran her fingers through his hair staring deep into his eyes.