BOMAW 10-12

by Mercedes Keyes

  Her throat closed up on her, she couldn't speak, could barely draw her next breath; she was so turned on, her clit grew a hard on, demanding an answer to the call.

  "Well?" He asked, still hanging there, he would have hung there for hours, waiting for her answer.

  Jackie leaned out past him, grabbed the waistband of his pants and belt, and hauled him in the rest of the way. He rolled in onto the floor and started stripping down the moment he righted himself. Jackie had rushed to the other side of her room, locking her bedroom door, just in case. She turned back to go to him, only to find him right there, grabbing a hold of her as if he couldn't wait the few seconds it would have taken her to come back to him. He bent, going straight for her mouth to kiss her, his hands working her gown up to pull over her head; his hands moving with amazing speed, touching her, his fingers going into the waist band of her panties, down the front to caress her swollen heat - the stimulation of his actions, increased her need ten fold.

  "Damn boy, hang on a minute." She gasped, trying to catch her breath from the feel of his two middle fingers stroking her, making her mindless. "We have to be - quiet, can't make no - noise." She panted, the one making the most noise.

  "Okay - quiet - okay." He agreed in between kissing her, stroking her, moving her back with him towards her bed. The back of his knees encountered her mattress, he sat right away, pulling her breasts to his mouth, licking and sucking her distended dark nipples, while pushing her panties down her legs. Jackie was trying to help him, but she couldn't think straight with her body clamouring in heightened passion. Stepping out of her panties, she pushed him back on the bed. Paul reached over with his hands trying to find the string of condoms he tossed to the bed when she was hauling him in. Jackie could see them clearly by her pillow; grabbed them as she crawled onto the bed, straddling his thighs and broke one open tearing it with her teeth, taking it out, she gently rolled it down over his standing erection.

  "Shit boy - I can't get over this big ass cock on your young ass - don't make no sense, it's damn near big as you are!"

  He moved back on the bed, pulling her by the arm along with him, wanting her to climb on, Jackie moved with him, kneeing her way over him positioning herself where she needed to be. Bracing her hand besides his head, she took hold of his immense, throbbing organ and lined it up, guiding him home. They both gasped, groaned, trying to keep quiet from the reaction of him entering her tightly swollen tunnel. Before she could adjust herself, get ready for him to fill her, he took hold of her hips and pushed upward, pumping full throttle to sink deep within.

  "Hang on hang on hang on, shit - I told you, you can't be using something like this on me that way, give me a minute here, damn boy! Woooo shit, yo'ass big, wait a minute."

  "Sorry, you feel so good - oh - so good ... makes me wanna start pumping and not stop."

  "Hell with that, your ass gonna have to stop - calm down - let me control it - let me ride it." She pressed, trying to cope with the overwhelming fullness, it felt like he was in up to half of her body, hard as hell, touching her deeper than she could take. "Aaah yeah, see - hold it right there, move just a little - let me do the rest." She coached as her lower region slid down as if sucking him in, then pulled off to get the sensation just as she needed it.

  Paul grappled with himself for control, his eyes rolled back in his head from the feel of her gripping him so tightly. Then she started moving her body on him, on that part of him in a rolling motion that was going to make him lose his mind, his head rolled back and forth, as if from a feverish delirium intent to send him over the edge. She had reached back and was cupping his balls, caressing them as she rode him in a rhythm he was trying with all his might to maintain, but forcing himself to control his thrusting was making him sweat, he could feel his balls growing tight, hard, as if firing his engine to blow. "I'm gonna come man, I can't help it, you're gonna make me come - this is feeling so fuckin' great, fuckin' great man..."

  Jackie leaned over him covering his mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh at him, "Shhh boy, hush!" But he was shaking his head, mumbling into her hand that she held tightly over his mouth, she suddenly gasped because his moves were growing in intensity. Before she knew it, he'd turned on her, flipped her to her back, laying on top now, breathing hard, deep, trying not to move for a moment. He was kissing the palm of her hand, down her wrist, onto her body, licking and sucking her breasts once more, fighting not to move, to give himself time, because if he dare pushed into her just a bit, he was going to blow. Jackie, now on her back, rolled against him, laid her legs out straight, closing them against him and his hard length so that any move made would stimulate her clit. She pulled him down onto her body, to lay full on her, gazing into his eyes, "Kiss me." She softly commanded. Gladly he covered her mouth doing as she instructed. Her hands with to the cheeks of his buttocks, gripping them, she moved him against her, she grinded onto his length and the weight and pressure to her clit heightened in sensitivity, she was going to come. She broke the kiss, "Go boy, go now, go now."

  Paul needed to hear nothing more and started pumping and rolling against her, into her. With her legs partially closed, not all of his length could penetrate her, just enough to give her the most incredible pleasure she'd ever experienced in her life, the moment she started coming, he met her right there. It was so powerful, they both whimpered, almost sobbing from having to keep the need to shout muffled deep within. They were insatiable with each other. He made love to her a second time, that time leaving her so tired, weak, sated that she didn't know what time it was, where she was, who she was. If the house caught on fire, her ass would burn, because she wasn't moving.

  That time, knocked her clean out.

  Paul made her put her gown back on, she was as if drunk. He covered her, gathered his things, and softly padded to her bathroom, carefully watching to make sure her kids weren't awake, or up. Quiet as could be, he washed himself up, dressed. Went back to her room, removing all evidence of ever being there. He stood a moment gazing down at her, smiling, proud and then, bent, kissed her brow, and whispered something softly in her ear, knowing that she slept and wouldn't hear it. He slipped out of her window, closing it back down where it was as he hung there. He gazed her at a moment more, his mind taking a picture of her there, lying, sleeping, dead to the world. With a nod of gladness and joy, he threw her one more kiss. Looking down, he dropped to the ground and took off in a sprint back to his father's truck. Starting it, the dash lit up, it was 04:58, almost five in the morning. He smiled, Vivian didn't even know what time it was until six thirty. Backing away from her car port, he laughed out loud and knew the joys of growing into manhood, and it felt wonderful!

  * * *

  La Jolla Cove

  "I can't believe you did that." Shawn began, sitting on the side of the bed where his wife lay, trying to patiently let him say what he had to say, either way, she wasn't switching from her steadfast position. "That you said that to him." he continued.

  "Excuse me, I didn't say anything to him, I simply played a song."

  "One full of meaning!"

  "Yeah, what's your point?"

  Shawn blew out of his nose to calm down, realizing that he had been drinking and should probably wait until the morning to discuss this, but he'd sat down and his mouth had come open, saying what he had. "My point is..." he turned to face her, "I thought we agreed to leave them alone, just let them work their lives out for themselves."

  "No no no no no, you - Mr. McPherson thought we agreed. If I remember correctly, I simply let it drop about encouraging her back to Victor; which I will not do! Nor, however, am I going to stand idly by and watch her get in deep with Ben, she doesn't need that either."

  "How can you sit there saying that when you saw them together today! They're made for each other!"

  "You don't know that!"

  "I sure as hell do! And further more, lil'mo, is not the kind to go from man to man. Besides, when my son gets with her, another man, Victor included, wi
ll be the last thing on her mind, like you!" He turned on the bed, on his hands and knees crawling to her, "Tell me you could settle with another man, after me - I dare you." He teased, leaning over her as she sat propped up against the head board. "Go'on Shawn, you been drinking, lay down and leave me alone now." She whimpered, pushing against his shoulders as he balanced over her, he wasn't budging, with his other hand against her opposite hip, his face was up close to hers. He leaned closer, kissing her mouth, one corner, then the other. "You'll never be with another man, long as I live - together or not - know why?" He rubbed his rough jaw against her soft skin, his manner possessive, aggressive and domineering, driven by the alcohol, he was feeling devil may care, in the mood to shock her, possess her.

  "Answer me." He growled in her ear.

  "Shawn, you drunk."

  "Maybe, maybe so - but I know what the fuck I'm saying, I know what I'm doing. Know any man trying to get near you, will get the shock of his fucking life, right?" He kissed her mouth again, refusing to back away from her. When he was this way, it shook Sylvia up inside, because he was completely out of her control. While she knew, he would never hurt her, she knew that her husband was capable of doing serious harm to others, men in particular. She knew that this man, kissing her now, gently laying claim to her, was capable of killing, of that, she had no doubt - knowing all those things about him, made him ominous at times, especially when he drank. He was trying to lay her flat in the bed, wanting to make love to her, she couldn't - there was no way she could ever let him make love to her when he'd been drinking, years of suffering under that with Armundo made that combination an absolute turn off for her. She turned her face away from him, pushing still against him even though she was flat on her back now.

  "Why? I won't hurt you, you know I won't."

  "Not when you've been drinking."

  "Let me please you then."

  "No, not even then - now leave me alone." She turned her head the other way, because he was still over her, trying to kiss her despite her telling him no.

  He paused briefly in his actions, "You can be so cold sometimes."

  She turned to look up at him, "I'm not trying to be cold Shawn, I don't like being touched, bothered, when you're drinking."

  He stared down into her face, letting his mind shift to logical thought and reasoning, feeling angry with where his thoughts took him, "I hate the ways he's ruined you, made you feel like this. I hate that he had you first, mistreated you, abused you. I could spend an entire day, killing him, ohhh so slowly. I could... I could."

  "Shawn! Don't say that..."

  "Why not? It's true ... why would you care? You still got feelings for him or something? That why you think Crystal still wants Victor, because you still wantin'-..."

  "Get off me! Get off me now! I mean it! Talking stupid, that damn liquor going to your head." She fumed trying to push him away from her.

  Shawn rolled from her to his back on his side of the bed, hating that he'd said it; but he'd meant it, especially the part of him having her first. He hated that he was Mundo's father and had ruined him. He hated that he was Crystal's father and had destroyed that something precious in her that no little girl should know, or fear from her own father. And now, he couldn't even lay and caress his wife. Yes, granted, he had been drinking, but he would never hurt her, drinking or not. He wanted her to always enjoy his touch, he didn't have to penetrate her body, to feel good about bringing her pleasure, touching her, kissing her, making her cry out his name.

  She was getting up from the bed, grabbing her pillow.

  He looked up, "What are you doing?" he asked.

  She stood by the bed, mad, pillow in hand, trying to grab the sheet from the bed to head downstairs. He leapt up from his side of the bed rushing to the door before her, blocking it, "Go back to bed, I won't bother you, promise."

  "No thank you - move!"

  Shawn leaned back against it, willing to stay there, running his hand over his head, through his hair, "I'm sorry - sorry I said what I said to you, please, go back to bed. You're right, I've been drinking - actin' like an asshole, talkin' shit - okay? Go back to bed now," He lifted both hands in the air, "Promise, I'll keep them to myself ... okay?"

  Sylvia stood a moment, hugging the pillow to her. "I can't believe you said that to me! I can tell you now, if it were him I wanted, I would not be here with you now! He's dead, let him rest in peace, wherever he may be."

  Anger shot through him again as he growled low, his anger hot, "Hopefully - hell! May he fuckin' roast there - he doesn't fuckin' deserve to rest in peace! You don't think I know what he's done to you?! I know - I know. And every time you show signs of what he's done to you, I wanna - smash his goddamn face in!" Shawn punched his fist into his palm three times, so hard, she feared for his hand, that it might start bleeding again. "Ugggh!" He rumbled from the fierceness of what went through his mind.

  Sylvia stood with her system racing from the display of his aggression. "Calm down, Shawn." She went quiet, not sure what to say to bring him back from that place that made him feel like hitting, like fighting. Going against what she might normally do, she tossed the pillow back behind her, and went to him, slowly, in truth, a tiny bit shaken by him when he was this way. She looked up into his face, moving against his body, wrapping her arms around him, "Let's not, fight about it anymore, any of it, okay? Come on, let's just, go to bed." She leaned up, cautiously kissing his lower lip, his chin. "Okay?"

  Shawn wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her up his body, kissing her rough and deep, breathing hard, feeling savage, animal. Running his hands along her back, into her hair, gripping it as he ravaged her mouth. Sylvia whimpered, but didn't pull away from him. Breathing deep from his nose, he'd heard and felt the fear in her, and slowly pulled himself into check, drawing in deep gasping breaths as he released her lips, their foreheads resting against the other. "Don't leave my bed, don't leave me, okay? I'll behave, I swear I will, 'kay?" His words started off strong and then turned gentle, pleading, like a little boy knowing he was doing wrong. Sylvia pulled her arms from his waist to wrap them around his shoulders, hugging him tightly to her. "I'm with you Shawn - because it's you - that I love, okay? You? Okay?"

  He nodded, holding onto her, "'kay. Let's go to bed."

  Sylvia pulled away from him, taking his hand in hers, they climbed back in bed together. She lay on her back, as he wrapped himself around her, his head to her breasts, his hand palming her round tummy where his son lay. A few moments later, he took a long deep, settling breath as if all the tension in his body abated, left it and then, he was off to sleep. Lying with her mind trying to shut down, with her fingers combing gently, soothingly through her husband's hair, she too soon followed him in sleep.

  The next morning, they loaded up the Hummer and headed back to the condo; with Shawn attentive to his wife and remorseful for the night before. She wasn't saying much, not as animated as the day before, which bothered him. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid as to have been obsessing over a dead man, but the longer he was in the midst of his wife, Crystal, Mundo, the more protective he felt over them. It amazed him how much influence a dead man could still hold, but it was there, clear for him to see.

  At the condo, he had a few things to get done for Pen Tab publishing, which Mundo and Ben were more than glad to assist him with. They left for the rest of the day leaving Sylvia and Crystal to chill with the boys. Mother and daughter spent a lovely day talking about life, plans, men and themselves, it was a day well spent. When the men returned, things were pretty much back to normal. Shawn went into his office to get some things finished up, while the rest of the family sat out by the pool.

  * * *

  Wisconsin...

  Victor lie in bed realizing he should be sleeping. He had to work that night after all, but he felt like hell. It was driving him insane not to hear from Crystal. Not one word, nothing! He didn't understand it, this was not like her, not like her at all. His heart was beating like ma
d, his imagination going crazy as he came to the conclusion, "You seeing someone else, aren't you? I just know you are!" He bit out low, angry and hurt by the idea. If she hadn't taken off the way she did, she would be there with him now; then what he'd done with Omiyah wouldn't have happened again. He couldn't let that repeat itself, he'd told her, no more; that she had to stay away from him now; for her to come back with, "Let's not make any hard and fast decisions right now. Let's just see what happens next, okay?" She practically pleaded. He'd tried to tell her, "What are you going to do when Crystal is back with me? I'm telling you, once I'm back with her, this is over." For her to stand by her decision to say again, "Well she's not back yet is she? When you two are back together, the way you were before, I'll accept it. But right now, you've got me, not her. Think about that a while, why don't you."

  He was thinking about it all right. It was keeping him up thinking about it. Being alone, he hated being by himself. On and off, he fought with the urge to call his mother, maybe go and visit with them, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. She would smirk and dig, hinting towards an, 'I told you so' as far as Crystal was concerned. Even now, after all that he'd done, he was alone, and she was gone. He hoped and prayed she was not involved with another guy, he would never live that down. He would be laughed at by his friends; his mother would dig into his pride until it was raw and bleeding. He really needed to talk to Crystal but he hadn't a clue of how to get in contact with her. He then remembered Shawn's family, and wracked his brain trying to remember their names and where they lived. He knew that they lived somewhere not far from Shawn, but where? He couldn't even remember what Shawn's parent's names were? McPherson he knew, but what was the first name? He sat up in bed looking around the room, and then through the house hunting for the white pages. Locating it, he went directly to the M's to find their name. And to his shock, there were many McPhersons in the phone book. "Shit!" He shook his head, and then with his finger beneath each name he ran it down the list of names hoping to find them, praying that seeing his father's first name or his mother's would jar his memory to recognize it. His other worry was that they may not even be listed. His finger ran over a name, that made him stop and go back up to it. He looked for the location, it said, Hillsboro. He went back to the name, Bartholomew. The name looked familiar as well the location.