The Graffiti Effect

by Forrest, Perri

  -85-

  KASSIDI

  Every time Marco turned his head a certain way, I was sure he was going to look across the room and see me. Amazing was the fact, that I hadn’t seen his friend, Alonzo, all this time. When I spotted Marco walking in, it looked like he was there to meet Alonzo, which meant that he had been there for a cool minute. I guess I had been so busy slowly unraveling under Clyde’s cryptic interrogation that I missed some key goings on in my surroundings. Then once I did spot the two of them, my focus was really off.

  Of course, I glanced their way more than I should have, but I couldn’t help it. Judging by some of the gestures that Alonzo was engaged in, it seemed like their conversation was pretty intense at times. But I could’ve been reading too much into it.

  I don’t know why I found myself wondering what Marco would think if he saw me here—in a hotel restaurant having drinks and conversation with a man. Would he think that I was a whore and that I got around? That he was just one of many men that I was laying down with? Would he think that Clyde was my man? Hell, would his ass he even care? Probably not. So, why was I tripping so hard? What I did, and who I did it with was none of his business!

  “Kassidi?”

  “Oh!” I shrieked, at the sound of Clyde’s voice. “Huh?”

  He followed my gaze and then looked over at me, concern in his eyes. “You good?”

  I produced a big smile. “Umm, yeah. I’m . . . great.”

  “Good. You had me worried for a sec. I called your name twice and you were somewhere else.”

  “My bad! It’s the music,” I lied.

  “Oh, okay. As long as it’s not the company.”

  “Stop. Never the company. You’re good. It’s just the ambiance is so nice.” I chuckled. “I was caught up. Forgive me.”

  “All is forgiven.” Clyde flashed his beautiful smile. “So, what do you think of accompanying me to my suite?”

  Wait. What?

  He waited until my guard was down and went for the kill. I hadn’t checked the time, but it had to be somewhere around ten o’clock. Going up to his suite at this hour, after drinks, meant one thing. That wasn’t happening. I wasn’t even going to put myself in that position. Now, discomfort was front and center. He’s the person I report to! Awkward. It was time for a quick escape to the safety of my home.

  “Umm, I was actually starting to feel myself getting a little tired.”

  “There’s a lot of room up there.” He smiled. “I’m just sayin’. You could lay down, rest, all while we continue the conversation without so much of the crowd.”

  “I don’t know, Clyde. I think it’s better if I just head home for the night.”

  “Want some company?”

  Oh shit! Thank God for melanin! He would’ve seen just how flushed I became, trying to fight me way out of this trench I’d fallen into.

  “I mean, I . . . uhh . . .” I shook my head slowly. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  “What’s the issue?”

  The more he pushed, the more it made me want to push back. I was feeling borderline pressured, and I didn’t like being in that position.

  “We work together, Clyde. We work closely together. I’m right under you on the org chart. I’m not trying to be under you in bed. I think it would complicate things.”

  “You could be on top. Would that be less complicated?”

  “Wait. What?”

  I stared at him for a few seconds in disbelief before I grabbed my purse from the table and fished my cell phone out of it. Once I had it in my hand I accessed my apps and tapped the Uber icon.

  “Wait a sec . . .” Clyde requested, reaching over to me.

  “What?” I said, slowly pulling my hand back.

  “Relax a little. I think you got me all wrong.”

  I gave him a ‘Yeah, right’ look, but did want to hear what he had to say.

  “I was of the mind that we’re two attractive, single individuals with a lot in common. You’re new in Vegas, always at work, so I’m guessing you haven’t had the time to really meet anybody. We could just be ‘something fun’ for each other during times of need. Then get back to work and be all-business.” He shrugged. “I’m good with that.”

  I re-focused on my cell and finalized my ride for Uber. I’d heard enough.

  “Clyde, I’ll just take the work relationship.” I stood up from my seat, then looked down at him. “I’m good with that.”

  “Okay. And I respect that.”

  “Thank you. I’ll see you on Monday.”

  Clyde stood up and towered over me. We leaned in for a quick goodbye hug, and I was on my way out of The Dorsey.

  I managed to get past Marco and his friend without being noticed. Thank God for crowded spaces.

  A short five minutes later I was in the backseat of the Uber and happy as hell. How Monday would go, I had no idea, but I promised myself I wouldn’t use my weekend to worry about it. I figured that things would transpire the way they would, and I’d deal with them at that time.

  It did surprise me that Clyde was out here trying to make me a booty call. That shit was hilarious. I didn’t take him for the type. What was crazy, though, was that I liked knowing that he wasn’t as uptight as I took him for. I definitely wouldn’t have minded taking him for a test drive . . . if he wasn’t my boss.

  After noticing that we weren’t moving, I looked up front. The Uber driver fidgeted with the device mounted to his dashboard. “Are we waiting for someone?” I asked him.

  “Yes, but not to worry. I’ll only wait maybe two more minutes.”

  True to his word, two minutes later we were set to pull away from the curb. That’s when I decided to get relaxed, close my eyes and enjoy the ride. However, when the car came to a stop seconds into pulling away, I pried my eyes open again. I was just in time to see the SUV’s passenger side door open.

  “Sorry, it took me so long,” the man said.

  I noticed the voice right away! Instantly, tingles started darting around every inch of my woman parts! Literally, every part. My chest was pounding. How was it that I managed to slip out without being seen, yet end up sharing an Uber?! I wanted to smile so bad, but I couldn’t for some reason. And then it happened. He looked in the back.

  “Hold on,” he told the driver, as he was about to drive away. “I’m getting in the back with my lady friend.”

  -86-

  KASSIDI

  Ohhh shit.

  I just knew I’d gotten out of there free and clear. I just knew it! Yet, there he was.

  My heart was thumping—hard and fast. I was shook! I wondered what he’d say. I wondered what he’d think. I was an emotional mess and wishing that I could just fucking disappear.

  He climbed in the backseat with me, closed his door and then without putting on his seatbelt, turned to me and smiled. “Hey Kassidi.”

  He looked nice with a fresh tapered cut, and freshly groomed face. That mustache and beard gave him a level of sexy that was so hard to resist. I didn’t doubt for one minute that the man knew just how appealing he was.

  “Hey yourself.” I tried my best to sound as casual and unbothered as I could.

  We held our gaze for a few seconds before I chickened out, and playfully rolled my eyes at him. “You are something else,” I told him, laying my head into the rest and closing my eyes.

  “Am I, now?”

  “Yes, you are. I didn’t know you were back. How was your trip?”

  “The trip was cool. How was your date?”

  My damn heart tried to torpedo out my chest at hearing his words. I was fighting with the biggest decision of whether to look up and face him, or just laugh it off. But laughing it off would’ve made me sound like some kinda lunatic. Especially, because I had no damn idea what the hell I would say once the laughter stopped. Lifting my head and addressing him was my only option.

  “I wasn’t on a date,” I replied, turning to face him. “I was having drinks with a co-worker. That’s it, t
hat’s all.”

  “Wearing this?” he asked, sliding his forefinger underneath the hem of my shorts and caressing the spot. “I mean . . . it’s sexy as fuck. And these thighs . . .”

  I was sure that although our driver had his music up, he was also nosy enough to listen out for what he could hear from the people sitting behind him.

  “So, this thing with you and the co-worker, what is it? Leading somewhere?”

  “No, it’s not,” I answered in earnest. “I don’t play where I work. Never have.”

  “Really?” He slowly pulled his finger from my hem, then rubbed his hand across my thighs. “Is this cool. I mean, I didn’t even ask if I could touch you.”

  There was not even the smallest part of me that wanted to object to his touch. My voice was low and slow when my response made it from my head and out my mouth. “It’s cool.”

  The next thing I knew, Marco was sitting right next to me and my body became free range for him. His eyes were on me. It was a glare of desire and I knew, because mine matched. I didn’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, the man became a craving of sorts.

  He undid my seatbelt and lowered the zipper to my romper. Before I could even blink, one of my nipples was being licked. I threw caution to the wind, and laid my head back against the seat. The music, the movement of the car, his hands on me—everywhere. I loved every minute of it. While he sucked my nipples, he rubbed my mound aggressively, causing my willow to weep. Causing her to throb. I almost couldn’t believe it when I felt the onset of an orgasm.

  I didn’t know if the driver was used to foreplay happening in the backseat of his vehicle, or if he just didn’t care, but when Marco brought me to a climax, the sounds I made were much too loud for him not to have heard. I didn’t even try concealing my ecstasy-cries. It was what it was, and it was sexy as fuck.

  I was hooked . . .

  -87-

  KASSIDI

  That Uber ride had me ready. Readier than ready actually. No doubt, the driver had seen things that far surpassed what we’d done. I silently wondered if he thought I was somebody that Marco had just met. I mean, one minute he was getting in the front seat, and the next, he was hopping into the backseat with a woman. There was very little conversation with us, before we were all over each other. So, if he did think it, I couldn’t blame him. It was pretty erotic in a way. Like Taxi Cab Confessions or something, except it was Uber! And my God . . . had that Uber ride been any longer, I would have had more than a creamed thong. No doubt about it. That, and walking like a broke-down cowgirl with extra miles on her!

  When we reached my house and got out of the Uber, the driver never turned around, and his only words were, “Good night.” I planned to tip him big once I got the notification from my app. A pay off, of sorts.

  At my front door, my hand shook so fiercely, that Marco reached around to unlock the door for me. I was so nervous and I had no idea why. It wasn’t like he was new to me; not at this point. Our moments were all so passion-filled that whenever we did come together it was a new high for me. He had me high—as the weed I smoked as a teenager. Glossy-eyed, heart pumping, clit-throbbing. He had slowly become both the addiction, and the fix. That’s what it came down to. The chemistry with Marco and me, was . . . intense. Maybe it was because it came with no strings attached. Maybe because I was living my life out loud the way that I wanted to. Maybe, maybe . . . maybe.

  Barely inside, we were already against the wall kissing like long-lost loves. It was sexy, it was longing, it was so many things. We had something. What that was, had yet to be revealed. But something was there.

  Marco pulled back from our kiss and looked into my eyes and I thought I’d melt away.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper.

  He shook his head, then began undoing my romper. “Nothing’s wrong. You just have me in this space.”

  “It’s . . . chemistry. I feel it too,” I confessed.

  “Chemistry, like a motherfuck,” he concurred. His eyes dropped to my breasts once he had me exposed. He brought his hand to the side of my face, then traveled along my neckline, collarbone. He stopped at my chest, near my heart, and then looked at me. “Does it scare you?” he asked. “Your heart is beating fast.

  I shook my head, then responded, “Kinda . . . but not a lot. Not enough to run away.”

  He bit down on his bottom lip. “That’s good. Don’t run. You don’t need to fear me. I’m not here to hurt you, only make you feel good.”

  His hands moved from my chest and met at my shoulders, where he slowly peeled my garment away. Down my shoulders around my sides, and then down to my ankles. Without instruction, I stepped away from the restrictions, allowing him to toss it to the side. On his way back up, he stopped at my thong. He must’ve heard her calling to him. Her throbbing must’ve been emitting her very own voice. Now, on his knees before me, Marco pulled the thong away. I felt the hot air from his breath hover over my lips.

  “Oh shit . . .” I moaned, when the tip of is nose brushed against my folds, and sat there.

  It was too much. I needed out of my heels so that I could feel balanced, because he had me weak—at the knees. I wanted his mouth on me, him inside of me. But we needed to get in the room where the protection was. I didn’t need to be back in my OB/GYN’s office so soon after the last slip up.

  During the session inside my head, Marco’s hand began to tease my wet spot. “Ahh, Mmm . . .” were the only sounds I could make out, with his digits sliding in and out of me so slow and so soft.

  “Mar . . . cooo,” I cooed.

  He stood from his position, but left his fingers planted inside of me. He kissed me on my forehead, then on the bridge of my nose, and then took my bottom lip into his mouth to suckle.

  “Yeah . . .” he answered to my callout. I almost couldn’t get my words out, because with each stroke of his digits, I came closer to climax. “Yeah . . .” he repeated.

  He was teasing me. He knew that I was gone out of my fucking mind, and had lost all control to the point that I only spoke grunt. He knew it.

  “I wanna . . . go . . .”

  “Huh? You want me to go home?”

  “You know that’s not . . . nooo.”

  “What, then?” he asked. “Say it.”

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, at the prodding around my tenderness. “Mmm.”

  “Say it, Kassidi . . .” he insisted.

  I tried. I tried my best to get the words out, but he felt too good. He was relentless, too. He wasn’t going to stop what he was doing until I said out of my mouth what I wanted him to do—to fuck me. To make love to me. To eat me like I was a missed meal. And as I got the strength to say the words, a powerful orgasm ripped through my soul and my vessel became immobilized. All I could do was cum, and that’s exactly what happened. It hit me out of nowhere and I creamed all over his fingers.

  “See,” he whispered, when I was done howling, and my breathing patterns returned with some normalcy. “Wasn’t it better to get that out of the way, first?”

  “You are so cocky,” I whispered.

  “Speaking of ‘cock’,” he said, lifting me into his arms. “I got something for you . . .”

  -88-

  KASSIDI

  Somehow, some way, I woke up at the crack of dawn and managed to sneak Marco’s clothes into the wash, and currently had them in the dryer. I was also able to put the starting touches on a small surprise I for him.

  Only, I was the one surprised when I went to wake him up, and was met with him walking toward me . . . the whole birthday suit, on full and glorious display. I scanned him from head to toe and was instantly teleported back to last night. Everything about last night. We took possession of each other’s bodies in the most unapologetic ways.

  “Damn, boy, you look good enough to eat,” I told him, referring to the nice piece of meat dangling between his extremely toned thighs.

  “Not as good as you, beautiful. But . . . uhhh . . . where
are my clothes?” He stretched his muscled arms outward, and looked down at his member. “Either produce some form of garment or remove yours and come get this.”

  I smiled big at him and all his fineness. “You act like that would be a bad thing.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for, then? Gimme.”

  “So, your clothes just finished drying,” I said, trying to avoid the impulse to jump this man’s bones.

  “That’s great, but I’d rather have you.”

  “I washed and dried them so that you could take a shower and then I could feed you.”

  “Yeah, feed me. That sounds perfect,” he said, progressing toward me with a rising piece of flesh.

  I backed up and laughed out loud, tickled at the whole scene playing out. “Marco! Nooo. I’m going to feed you . . . food.”

  “Right, food . . .” he repeated, now standing right in front of me. “Peaches and pineapples.”

  “I cannot with you!” I proclaimed, backing further away from being sucked in.

  “Sure, you can.”

  “It’s shower time for you. I already put you a towel in my bathroom, washcloth and a toothbrush. Get to it,” I ordered him. “I’ll bring your stuff up while you’re in there.”

  He smiled, his green eyes lighting up. “Ohhh, so, you’re getting in with me, then?”

  “No. Not this time. But it doesn’t mean that it can’t happen. Do you have somewhere to be today?” I asked him.

  “I do, actually. It’s this dark, wet, warm place that—”

  “Okay, that’s it!” I started laughing hysterically, pushing against his chest to usher him from the space. “So nasty!” I called after him, as he walked away from me.

  Close to half an hour later, and right on time, Marco walked into the kitchen where I had just finished preparing breakfast for us. He stopped in the doorway and gawked at the spread on the table. “I knew I smelled food, but damn!”