Power of the Pen

by Xyla Turner

  His voice was low, but more importantly, his tone was commanding, as if he weren’t asking me to dance, he was telling me. The music was a medium tempo, so I figured I could dance with him and then move on, so I nodded and took his hand. He drew me to him slowly, as if he were going to make it last, then he rubbed his hand down my arm. That was when the music changed to a slow melody.

  Uh oh.

  Taking a step away from him, he pulled me closer by wrapping his arm around my waist. I looked up to notice that he taller than me, with short black hair and hazel eyes. This white guy was hot as hell, maybe a little too hot for my taste. Not a knock to myself, but I knew my bracket of men extended to probably a low-level white collar worker. That was fine with me because my life was too out of sorts for a high-level white collar who looked like he should be in a magazine advertisement. He did not look a day over thirty, but there was something older about him.

  “Slow dance, huh?” I quipped.

  One side of his mouth raised, right before he slid his hands up my back, into my hair, to cup my head and lay it against his cheek. Well, goddamn. The man just put his hands in my hair. He knew not to mash it, but he put his fingers in my hair on the first dance. This was either weird or extremely hot. So far, I was leaning towards the latter. We danced like that for a while, then Sheree tapped me on my shoulder. Pulling my head back from white chocolate’s hard chest, I noticed that she was awfully close to us.

  “What’s up?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

  “I’m about to head out.” She gave my dance partner a slow, seductive look.

  Really?

  He and I were already really close to each other, but somehow after she said that, he pulled me in tighter. I looked at him and saw the longing in his hazel eyes. Well, maybe I would get some head tonight.

  “Are you leaving with that guy?” I asked.

  “No, he’s a dud.”

  His fingers pressed into my sides.

  “Okay, so…” I let the word trail.

  “Are you coming?” She asked like she was running out of patience.

  “Why would I come? I did not come here with you!” I snapped back.

  “Well, I didn’t drive?” She pouted.

  “Well, why are you asking me, ask Gab, since you came with her.”

  “I didn’t want to bother her since she was with the hot guy over there.”

  “So, you’ll bother me like I’m not occupied right now?” I shook my head, “Girl, call a cab.”

  “What?” she exclaimed.

  The woman was not only blocking, but ruining my mood. White chocolate must have sensed it because he squeezed me again, but it was too late because I started to back away from him. He held on until I looked up at him with a face that I am sure said, ‘back the fuck up.’

  “What the fuck, Sheree?” I started in on her, “You going to come in here and give me…”

  White chocolate cut me off.

  “My driver can take you anywhere you need to go,” He said with an even and low tone.

  “That’s not necessary, I can…” I started.

  “It’s done,” he cut me off with that commanding tone again.

  Okay, now wait a minute.

  He raised his hand to signal someone, who was right there in a flash. Then he pulled me back towards him with his left hand, pointed to Sheree with his right hand and said, “Take her wherever she wants to go.”

  My hands were to this guy’s chest because I was ready to push back when I saw Sheree had googly eyes for him.

  “What’s your name, so I know who to thank?” Sheree asked in a flirty voice.

  “Zach,” He stated simply.

  “Thank you, Zach.” She touched his elbow.

  This chick was about to catch it and so was he.

  “You are just going to accept a ride from a stranger?” I asked her as I tried to push away from him.

  Sheree cut her eyes to me, then let her hand linger on his elbow. Zach, or so he said, quickly pulled from her and wrapped his arm around me, halting my escape. Sheree scowled at him and walked off towards the door. Yeah, she and I had to have a serious conversation because where I’m from you don’t do shit like that.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him as I still tried to back away.

  In one smooth move, he grabbed my wrist with one hand, pulling them up over my head and with his other hand and pulled me to him so our bodies meshed together. His head descended towards mine, as he said, “Making sure we are not interrupted.”

  That was hot as hell, although I knew I should not have felt like that. He just manhandled me with a move from Dirty Dancing. So far, this man could get it tonight. I smiled at him, then rubbed my breast against him, “Is that so?”

  His eyes flashed with wanting.

  “Tell your friend you are leaving now.”

  “I’m not leaving now, I’m dancing now,” I exclaimed.

  “We are done dancing.” His hazel eyes looked down at my breast, which were almost exposed since the dress was so low.

  My whole body caught fire with that one look. Yup, leaving now. He let my wrist go and followed me as I searched for Gab, who was hugged up with the Spanish guy. He put Enrique Iglesias to shame in the hotness department. Whew!

  “Girl, I’m out of here.”

  “Hmm,” she looked beyond me to see Zach, then raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, take care of that.”

  “Will I?”

  She laughed and I finished as I looked toward the Spanish hottie, “Take care of that, he’s hot.”

  Why did I say that?

  My wrist was quickly captured in white chocolate’s big hand, causing my whole body to be pulled to him. Possessive much? He is lucky I just wanted to get some tonight.

  “Yo, I’m not going anywhere,” I exclaimed.

  Gab chuckled under her breath.

  No response as he pulled me towards the coat room, where he held out his hand so I could give him my ticket. Contrary to my natural instincts, I reach in my clutch to give the bossy man what he wanted. Once he collected our coats and helped me put mine on, he grabbed my hand this time and led the way out. For the sake of getting laid, I think that was why I followed him. I’m normally the initiator and the aggressor, but I was interested to see how this went down.

  Standing about 5’10 with my four-inch heels, my feet scurried behind his wide strides as he made his way to my truck.

  WAIT.

  My feet stopped moving as I jerked my hand away from him. He had his driver take Sheree home, so he was without a car. How did he know what my car looked like as we were standing right in front of it? He spun around, but I stayed in the light of the parking lot. I figured if he attacked me, I could at least scream and run before he dragged me in between the cars to do God only knows what.

  “How do you know which vehicle is mine?”

  One side of his mouth lifted in a smirk, before he said, “Yesterday.”

  “What about yesterday?”

  “I saw you in your car yesterday.”

  “What, when?” I was trying to remember where he would have seen me.

  “I was over there.” He turned to point. “And you were parked right there.”

  OH SHIT!

  Chapter 3

  Zach:

  This woman’s face was so expressive. Any and everything she felt or thought was evident for all to see. It was in her eyes, her mouth, her nose, her cheeks, and her eyebrows. As she slowly backed away from me, she looked downright terrified, as if I was a serial killer or something as if I could not see her increasing the distance between us. I knew she would consider running if I made any sudden moves, but at the rate this was going, she just realized she saw me getting sucked off outside, no less.

  “You!” she exclaimed.

  “Yes, me,” I smiled and took one big step towards her.

  “Is that your thing, having a woman suck your dick outside like that?” She frowned up her face. “Do women do that? I mean, apparently they do, b
ut do a lot of women do that?”

  “Are you considering it?” I tried to make light of the awkward conversation.

  “Seriously, you have got to be kidding me that is so…so crass!” She exclaimed.

  “Have you tried it before?” I asked her.

  “Hell no!” she almost yelled, but caught herself as she turned around to make sure no one heard her.

  “You shouldn’t knock it until you try it.”

  She gave me a look that let me know, I might be going home by myself tonight. Her upper lip turned up like she smelled something foul. It was a cute look on her, but I wanted to do nothing more than bite that lip. She was a curvy one, probably a size 14 or 16 if I had to guess. Tits and ass that she had no problem displaying, and she looked edible as fuck. The woman definitely had my blood simmering, so I had to close this one out tonight.

  “Look,” I took another huge step towards her, so I was within arm’s length. “She was trying to go home with me last night, I wasn’t having it, and so she decided to do that. I did not force her, but I also did not stop her.”

  There was a strand of her afro dangling near her eye, so I moved it behind her ear and pulled her closer to me. Surprisingly, she came without resisting, so I tipped her chin so she was looking at me in the face, “You like to watch?”

  She jerked back, but I held firm.

  “No judgments, there is nothing wrong with it,” I stated quickly.

  “Actually.” She recovered. “I was trying to film you, but my phone fell, then I got caught up in watching.”

  A bold one.

  “Ahh, I don’t think Yasmine would have liked that. It was not one of her finer moments.”

  “Hmm, I’m sure. Especially after she flipped you off.”

  “You caught that, huh?”

  “How could I not, after you dismissed her like a common whore.”

  Cupping her head again, I pulled her up to me and whispered, “You weren’t jealous of her?”

  Her eyes went wide.

  “Jealous?!” she exclaimed.

  My hold on her tightened. “I liked that you were looking,” I smirked.

  “Are you crazy because if you are, we can call this a night,” she said.

  The woman was funny. We certainly would not be calling it a night, until I had my fill of her.

  “Not crazy,” I murmured before I took her lips and caressed them with my tongue.

  Catching her off guard, she opened her mouth with a small gasp, so I took advantage and my tongue entered and battled against hers, just before she clamped down to suck on it. My kind of woman. She deepened the kiss by opening her mouth wider and pushing on my tongue so she could enter me.

  Goddamn.

  Moving my hand down to grasp that luscious ass and press her into me, I wanted her to feel what she was doing to my body. Then she moaned and grabbed my ears. That was all I needed. I pulled away, grabbed her arm and led us to the car. She opened her small purse and gave me the keys. Once I put her in and buckled her seat belt, we were on our way to my house.

  “So, where do you live?” She asked as she texted, I assume, her friends. Hopefully, not that thirsty chick she called a friend. I would be like Kermit, the frog and mind my business.

  “In Bowie,” I responded.

  “Oh, so not far,” she looked at me.

  Another few turns and we arrived. I parked her car in my driveway, behind my truck.

  “Wait, so you have a driver and a truck?” she asked.

  “Well, the driver was for Kalheey, but she had other plans tonight.”

  “Oh, you know Kalheey North?” she had excitement written all over her face.

  “Yeah, she and I are colleagues.”

  “Oh, you are a writer?”

  “I dabble.”

  “That’s cool.” She looked around, after I helped her out of the car, “You have a nice place here. Nice neighborhood.”

  Grabbing her hand, I led her to the front door, then to the living room on the second floor. The first floor was the den and the garage, which I used for storage. She sat down on the couch, as I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, which landed on Sports Center. As I gathered drinks for us in the kitchen, she changed the channel to a news program.

  “Where is your bathroom?” she called to me.

  “Right there.” I pointed to the restroom next to the stairwell that led to the bedrooms.

  She nodded and I added, “My address is 2405 Highway Drive, just don’t tell that to your first friend that I met.”

  Her laugh stopped me mid-pour. It was a hearty laugh, straight from the core. It was real. My brain racked for the times I heard a real laugh. Not a chuckle, or a giggle, but a belly-aching laugh. I peeped at her through my kitchen window to see, she was indeed texting on the phone.

  “Don’t you worry, I won’t.” She looked up at me.

  Good, a woman not in denial about the people close to her. She surprised me at every turn. When she emerged from the bathroom, I was waiting with our drinks in hands.

  “What is this?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “Nope, since I’m not drinking it.”

  Funny, but smart.

  Putting the drinks down, I went to the kitchen to get her a bottled water.

  “That’s more like it.” She smiled at me.

  Taking the water, she sat back down on the couch and crossed her legs. Still standing, I looked down at her, when she smirked back. So, I put my hands on the back of the couch, next to her head, and leaned so I was in her space.

  “What’s more like it?” I murmured as our noses touched.

  Silence.

  Her breath hitched as her chest protruded towards me. She leaned back into the reclining cognac-colored leather couch.

  My arms pushed off of the sofa, then she visibly exhaled. I knelt before her, placing both hands on her thighs so I could uncross them. A small gasp escaped those pink lips.

  “You are sexy.”

  A murmur came from her. Once her legs were as wide as they could go, I pulled her by her thighs so her ass was on the edge of the couch.

  “W-what are you d-doing?” she asked.

  “Having my supper.” I pulled her black panties from her bottom, by pulling her legs up in front of her to get them off. “You look nervous.”

  “Do I?” she exhaled. “I was just trying to figure out how hungry you really are?”

  With that comment, I opened her legs again, baring her neatly trimmed pussy to me. God, she was wet already. Her aroma was calling to my animal senses. I pushed her legs back, licked my lips and moaned “Famished,” as I descended down her sweet opening.

  “Ohhh.” She moaned.

  I licked around her clit at first, just to stimulate her more. Then I licked her juices around her opening, as her taste sent me into overdrive. My arms wrapped around her thighs as I kissed her pussy, just like I would her mouth. Licking and sucking, nipping and biting, soon to be screaming and fucking.

  “Ohhhh Goooddddd,” She wailed.

  Inserting one finger into her tight channel, caused her to jerk on the couch. My tongue played with her little bud, as she begin to rock into me. The second finger entered and that was when she grabbed my head and began to ride my fingers and my face from the bottom. Fuck, I let her because she felt and tasted so damn good.

  “Yes,” she moaned, “Right therrrreee.”

  “I’m coming,” she sang. “Yeeesss, I’mmmm coming.”

  Her grip on my head loosened, so I pulled away and slapped her wet pussy with four closed fingers.

  She screamed, then her hips started jerking. I slapped it again and the cream started leaking right on my fingers before my eyes. Pulling my fingers out, I held them to her mouth, until she opened those pursed lips. That pink tongue snuck out to taste herself, then I put them in her mouth so she could suck on me, while, I licked her clean. She tasted so good, I might need more of this.

  Somehow I disengaged from her body, then stood to ta
ke a quick drink. It was time for round two, so I put my fingers in my drink, then put them in her mouth again. She opened with no hesitation.

  “I like how you suck on me.” I uttered.

  Pushing my fingers in further, she took them and held onto my arm so she could take more. Quickly, I pulled her up off the sofa and lead her upstairs to my Master Suite. Her eyes bulged when she saw the room. It wasn’t clear what part surprised her, the mirrors on the ceiling or the ribbons hanging from each end of the bed.

  “You are into BDSM?” She said as she backed away from me.

  “I’m into some aspects of it, but that is not what you and I are about to do,” I explain.

  “Okay,” she said in a warning tone. “I don’t do that.”

  “Don’t worry, with the way you taste, I’ll eat vanilla any day.”

  “Well, clearly I’m chocolate and you are the vanilla in this scenario.” She moved her hands between us.

  My mouth turned up at her comment. She took a step towards me, then I turned her around, bringing her back to my front, so she was facing the mirror.

  “You like to watch?” I murmured in her ears. “Then let’s watch.”

  She looked at me in the mirror and shyly smiled. This was not something she was comfortable admitting, so I needed to goad her.

  “Take off your dress.” I rubbed her arm. “Slowly.”

  Slowly bending down, purposely she rubbed her ass against my crotch, then lifted the dress to reveal a voluptuous curvy body. My fingers unfastened her bra and gently slid it off her shoulders.

  “Twist those nipples for me,” I commanded.

  She reluctantly lifted her hands to caress her breast, only for her fingertips to grab each bud, but she did not twist. I nipped her ear, “I said twist.”

  Her body swayed to me, so I slid my hand across her stomach. Resting her head on my chest, she started to twist them and looking in the mirror with hooded eyes. She loved it, just like I thought.

  “On your knees.”

  Those brown eyes cut to me in the mirror, then she turned and leisurely knelt in front of me. I turned us so we were perpendicular to the mirror. Slowly, I undressed while she patiently waited for me. Her face looked like a mix of emotions crossed them, but curiosity winning. She resembled a goddess waiting for her king.