by Kenya Wright
“Please, help me forget everything for a few moments.” She kissed me back.
“Oh, Emily, it may be more than a few moments.” My cock hardened in my pants. I’d been ready for her hours ago, when she first walked to my limo.
I guided her back to her desk and she undressed, truly exposing herself. At first, her jeans and shirt dropped to the floor.
A beautiful gold heart locket sat on her lovely cleavage.
She’d worn a violet bra and matching panties, French lace trimmed silk. She knew what she did to me. She had to. In those panties, I could see the outline of her pussy. Plump and sweet. The softest place on earth. I yearned to be buried inside her soon. My mouth watered at the thought.
I raised my hands to her bra, touched the front clasp, and then raked my fingers over the delicate fabric, toying with her, making her ache for what could come next. My fingers caressed the bare skin at the hollow of her throat before sliding down to the tops of her breasts.
I yearned to touch her so badly. She sucked in a breath, causing her chest to rise, and I swore she extended her breasts to me, craving more of my touch.
Shivering under my fingers, she watched my reaction, probably getting off on the power. How many other women could have me this out of control?
No one else. Let’s hope she doesn’t know.
“I need this.” She moved my hands, undid the bra’s clasp, and let it slip down her body and onto the desk. Chocolate nipples floated on brown, pillowy breasts. Studying me, she touched her nipples with both hands, just for several sweet seconds, and it caused a hitch in my throat.
I wanted her to hurry up with undressing. I needed to rip those panties away, but I’d already lost control. She didn’t need to see the evidence of my impatience.
She slid her panties off next and tossed them at me. They flew over my shoulder. I couldn’t keep my smirk away.
Dangerous. So dangerous.
And once again, I saw her for the first time—young, soft, and delicate. All those wigs and outfits were just distractions, ways she’d tried to protect herself. Underneath she was fragile. Stripped bare, she could be bruised and hurt.
This one has so many layers, and I just want to take my time lifting every one of them.
“I’ll take care of you, Emily.” I captured her soft body into my hands and placed her further on top of the desk. “Anything you need, I’ll be there.”
Underneath hooded eyes, she gazed at me. “I just want you to fuck me.”
That triggered a grunt.
“I’ll fuck you too. I’m going to bury my cock deep inside you.”
“Please.”
I caressed her soft skin, relishing my first touch of her. She was even softer than I thought. Even more delicate. Unable to stop myself, I spread her legs apart. A beautiful view greeted my eyes. She had no hair between her thighs, just a lush opening.
Hunger lathered her words. “Take your cock out.”
“I don’t usually take orders, but for you, I will.” The tip of my cock throbbed in anticipation. I opened my pants and let them drop to my ankles.
As if impatient, she raised her hands to my shirt and yanked it open. My buttons sprayed the desk. Then, she touched my waist and raked her nails over the hard-tattooed ridges of my abs, taking the time to feel each and every mound of muscle.
Grunting, I dove my hands into my boxer briefs and pulled my cock out. She’d been focused on my chest and yanking the shirt down my biceps, but my cock had caught her attention. Her hands left my shirt as she caressed the jutting thickness of my cock, lingering her fingertips at the mushroomed tip.
“This is what I need.” She traced my shaft and then slipped her fingers to my balls, cupping them both in her palms.
I groaned in pleasure, not giving a fuck if the whole world crumbled around me. Sasha and whoever could do whatever. All that mattered in this moment was her pussy and the fastest way that I could slip inside of her sweet flesh.
I yank off my shit and threw it on the floor.
Her gaze went to the lion tattooed on my arm. “Beautiful.”
And then she shocked me and spat on my cock.
Stunned, I gazed down at the saliva, dripping along the hard length.
She spat on it some more, fisted both hands around my cock, and stroked the wet length in a punishing rhythm, driving me fucking crazy.
Dangerous.
The whole time she stared at me, looking me right in my eyes, completely in control. My cock in those slick, wet hands, tugging and squeezing, slipping and sliding.
She squeezed the thickness, prolonging the needy ache.
A low groan left me. “Emily.”
She stroked her wet hands down the length again and then trailed one of her fingers along the thick pulsing vein underneath the taut skin. And I was throbbing in her palms, close to begging her to put me out of my misery.
Grunting out a curse, I cupped her breasts, toying with her nipples, loving how they pebbled under my fingertips. Our breathing increased, inhaling and exhaling together and with the beat of her strokes. Almost as if the sex gave us the air to breathe.
It was so good, her touching me, exploring the most intimate part of me. Continuing to fist fuck my cock, she cupped my balls with the other hand, driving me further over the edge.
“Yes.” She twisted her hand around my cock with each stroke, and then gently pulled, milking it, triggering intense pleasure.
And still she watched me under hooded eyes. I could feel her seeping into my soul, getting inside of me and soaking up my warmth as if she was cold and starving.
Dangerous.
“No.” I stopped her hand, right as pre-cum beaded at the top. “Lie down.”
Emily’s eyes went wild. Her pouty lips parted a fraction, as if she wanted to say something to me, but couldn’t. I swore she gasped or maybe she moaned. I was so lost in her I couldn’t compute what was going on.
She panted as if jacking me off had been getting her hot. Her pussy surely said so. As she lay down and spread her legs even wider, wetness saturated her clit and drenched her folds. Those puffy lips were smeared with cream and I wanted to lick it off, suck on that pussy, making her cum from my mouth.
I rubbed more of her arousal all over her puckered clit, making slow circles around the bud.
As badly as I yearned to be balls deep inside her, I needed to make this last. We deserved this moment. We’d averted a bomb and won over those that tried to hurt us. We’d survived. And she’d helped. And damn if she didn’t deserve to be fucked. She needed to remember this moment, and that it was I who dominated her.
Letting her head fall back, she gripped the edge of the desk. “Kaz.”
“Kaz? I like that. You can call me that more as you moan.” I dipped my finger inside of her.
Moaning, she clenched her sex on my fingers.
“Oh, Emily.” I moved my hand and licked my fingers, loving the taste of her. “Your pussy’s going to feel so good.”
My mouth ached to suck on her clit, but my cock was impatient. He would not wait anymore.
Panting, she said, “I have condoms in here.”
She tapped the drawer next to my leg with her foot.
I opened the drawer and raised my eyebrows. “There’s at least six boxes of condoms in here.”
“I like to be safe.”
But how safe do you need to be? How many men?
The thought of another man pushing his dick inside of her made me ready to kill someone. I grabbed a box and glared at her.
She slipped her hands up to her breasts and pinched her own nipples. “Why are you frowning at me?”
“I should warn you.” I tore open a condom and pulled it out the wrapper. “I can be possessive.”
She widened her eyes. “Are you always possessive with the woman you fuck?”
“No, but I will be possessive with you.”
She blinked and looked like she was about to sit up and protest my statement. But her eyes went to
my cock as I slid the condom on.
I gripped her thighs and guided my cock to her wet opening, not even needing my hands to hold it. “Whoever you were fucking before, you don’t fuck anymore.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I fucked the answer away, thrusting hard into her.
“Kaz,” she groaned.
Pumping hard and fast, I couldn’t stop myself. Her pussy was heaven, lifting me out of the insanity of what this Harlem trip had become, and giving me peace for a few moments. Pleasure. Hot and doused in flames, it flowed through me, tidal waving through my body. It felt so good. Too good. Every nerve pulsed and burst.
With each deep thrust, she clenched her pussy around my length, sucking me back into her, not letting me pull away.
“Oh, little mysh.” I leaned forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth.
She brought her hands to my head and gripped my hair, holding me tight against her.
And those beautiful brown eyes had me hypnotized. There was nothing else more important than this moment with her. Everything could crumble around us—the world itself—and I would not look away.
I captured her lips, kissing as I thrusted.
Our mouths slipped smoothly against each other. Our tongues slid in perfect motion. Kissing her was easy. Touching her. Fucking her. Thrusting into her wet, warm sex. It was all easy. Tasting her tongue and hearing her moan. So easy. Like the boom of a heartbeat. Like waking up after sleep. Like I was always supposed to do it. It was so good. So fucking easy. Like breathing, and I yearned to breathe her all in—with each stroke, with each lap of my tongue. I needed to inhale her because she’d already sucked me in.
My body submerged into erotic sensation after sensation.
“Kaz, I’m coming.” Her pussy squeezed my cock without mercy.
And a flame of burning desire built in me. A growing wildfire scorching everything in its path. My cock was ready to combust.
“Oh. Oh,” she cried out. Her orgasm was wild and gorgeous. Savagely beautiful. So vulnerable. I loved watching her fall apart until she was too numb to move.
Yes. Like that, Emily.
Her pussy trembled around my cock.
Fuck.
My back grew tight as my fingers gripped her hips, driving into her one last time, crawling deep inside this beautiful woman, possessing her as much as I could.
I came with her, groaning as I thrusted. My vision exploded into color. My skin blazed with numb-thundering heat.
Panting, I held her in my arms, my cock still stiff and inside of her. I didn’t want to let her go and face the truth—the problem I had ahead of me.
Letting out an exasperated breath, she moved out of my arms. “Thank you.”
I pulled my cock out of her, slipped the filled condom off me, and threw it in the small trash can next to the desk.
Lifting her leg, she twisted around and scooted off her desk. Embarrassment flushed over her face.
“Where are you going?” I raised my eyebrows.
I want to fuck you some more.
“I’m going to clean up in the bathroom.” Her ass jiggled as she hurried over to her clothes on the floor and picked them up. “We have to get back to—”
“Come back over here.”
She held her clothes in front of her, shielding her nudity from me. Her gaze swept over my lips, chin, neck, and then back up to my face. “We. . .have brothers to deal with.”
My chest ached. I hadn’t wanted her to remind me of that. The whole point of our fucking was to forget. Now I was back to enraged and I didn’t want her to see it.
“You’re right.” I gritted my teeth. “Go ahead and change.”
What will we do with our brothers? Let’s hope we’ve got this all wrong.
Act Three
Definition of Dirty
3: obscene and pornographic.
dirty jokes
dirty movies
Chapter 15
Maxwell
Xavier’s girls raced all over the damn basement, jumping this place and that place. Still, Darryl and I got bored waiting for my dad and Emily to come down.
The little girls screamed together, “We want to play hide and seek.”
“Okay.” I shook my head. “You two go hide. We’ll find you. Don’t leave that place, when you find it. Just like Emily.”
“You won’t find me.” One of them rushed off and the other followed on even bonier legs.
“Where is the ice cream?” Darryl slung the basketball at the wall and sighed. “I’m going up there to see .”
“I’m coming.”
Forgetting about the girls, we raced up the stairs, knocked each other when we could, trying to see who could get to the top first.
I beat Darryl and fell into the living room as the door opened.
“Hey!” Willie yelled. “Stop all that running. Aren’t y’all getting enough of that down in the basement?”
“Yes, sir.” I scanned the space for Dad or Emily. “We were just looking for the ice cream?”
Willie drank a beer and quirked his eyes at Xavier. “Didn’t Reggie come back from the store with Emily?”
“Shit. That was a minute ago.” Xavier checked his watch, set his cards down, and rose from the table. “I’ll go see what’s up. I’m done playing with your cheating asses anyway.”
Willie pointed at Kennedy’s mother. “She stays signaling.”
Xavier scratched his head and headed toward the front door.
I checked outside the window. The sky had brightened where most of the day it had been dark and gloomy.
“Can we come?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Xavier felt his pockets. “We need more beer anyway.”
A heavy hand hit my shoulder, rushing me back to reality.
I glanced behind me.
Xavier’s old tired face glared as he stood. “It’s all over the streets. People are saying Emily is dead and those Russians too.”
I turned back around and faced the building. The scent of smoke and burning hair filled the air. Even though the day was sunny, a black smog hovered over us.
News vans parked here and there.
Fire fighters hosed down burning shards of wood, trying to get control of the continuous burning that had over taken the place. Sirens blared. Crowds of others stood around, whispering and talking.
Tons of Russian men stood around too, studying all the faces in the area. Many of them looked just as confused as me as they drank the whole scene in.
“Jamaicans and Russians?” Xavier got to my side, pulled a joint out, and lit it. “This whole place is about to be a war zone in a few days.”
“You can’t smoke that out here, X. Don’t you see all these cops around?”
“These motherfuckers too puzzled and busy to deal with me.” He blew out a cloud of smoke. “Thirty people dead so far from the explosion. And with this gun fight on the outside, that totals about sixty.”
There were tons of coroner vans sprawled around the area, lifting covered bodies into them. I’d got to see a few of them. They were all charred and barely in one piece.
A few people had their phones out, recording the whole thing.
“She’s dead,” I whispered.
Xavier laughed and smoked more of his joint. “Poor Maxwell. Sometimes you are slow as fuck.”
“What are you talking about?” I grabbed the joint from him and inhaled a little. “This isn’t funny.”
“If anyone would know if Emily is dead, it would be me.” He pulled out his phone—an old iPhone edition from years ago that he’d found and reprogrammed. He took another hit of his joint and pressed on the screen. “There she is.”
Fuck. I forgot we tagged her. Shit.
The map came up on his screen. A red dot placed her at her art gallery.
Xavier winked. “Aren’t you glad I put that tracker in her heart necklace?”
“Yeah. I was just scared she would find out.”
“Shit. You and me both. If she ever fin
ds out, she’d probably kill us.”
“She wouldn’t.”
“She would and forget about it.” He checked the screen, stomped the joint out, and walked off. “Go home, Maxwell. She’s heading to that building.”
Thank God. She’s alive and going home.
“Eh, Xavier,” I called after the old man and ran up to him.
“What?”
“Darryl was involved in this shit somehow.”
Xavier grimaced. “Of course, he is.”
“If you hear from him, don’t tell him that Emily is alive.”
“I won’t.” He sighed. “Although he knows about the tracker. He might come to me and check to be sure.”
“He probably forgot just like me.”
“I don’t see how you two could forget.”
“That’s how busy she’s kept us this year.”
Xavier shook his head and walked off.
Chapter 16
Emily
I can’t believe I had sex with him. Shit. I can’t believe Kennedy is gone.
Once we finished with the sex, my mind was clear. Kazimir still had it fogged, but at least the pain of Kennedy’s death had lessened for a few minutes.
I’d taken Kazimir and Luka back through the tunnels, but to my route home. Luka shook his head the whole time, knowing that way was how I’d outsmarted him. Thankfully, it was dark down there and the two men couldn’t see me running my fingers across my lips over and over. Each touch of my hand on my mouth reminded me of Kazimir and those heated kisses he gave me. He’d left a trace of him all over my tongue and even inside of me. The whole walk through the tunnel, I’d been trying to savor him more.
Focus. He’s only going to complicate things.
The tunnel walk took no time.
Once we came up for air, I was disappointed to find Xavier’s bus vacant. Maxwell’s place showed no lights through the dark window like he’d been gone too.
Where’s everyone?
We could’ve taken the front, but I took a different way to get into my place.
Moonlight bathed the back of my brownstone. I stopped at the concrete steps leading to the basement door. My place was the only one that had a basement connected to it. My parents had paid an extra three hundred for rent because of it.