by Xyla Turner
My grandma, Cora, raised me in Upper Manhattan, New York. She was a school teacher by trade but there wasn't anything the woman couldn't do. My grandpa died young, so Grandma had to do everything. She could change a tire, do an oil change, fix a dryer, and do some basic plumbing. She always said, "You do what you got to do and never take no for an answer."
She was talking about business and since I lived by that motto, that's where I always attributed my success. Her upbringing, wise words, accompanied by an internal drive that nobody could match inspired me throughout my life. She was my hero and that would never change.
By the time I ventured back to the resort, I ran into my nemesis as she was leaving.
"Where you in a hurry to?" I nabbed her hand.
"Hey, I'm about to be late," she snapped.
"For?" I asked.
"The consultation regarding my fantasy." She smiled. "This is going to happen."
I let her hand go as I realized I was no match for her fantasy; whatever it might have been. Then I thought about it, she was no match for mine. I wanted to be handsome again. Kenderly meant well but looks mattered. Everybody knew it even if they would never admit it. The world is a cold place filled with superficial people who judge by outward appearance instead of what a person is on the inside.
"Sweetheart, I hope you get everything you wish for." I lifted her hand to my mouth, kissed it and left with her staring after me.
My intentions weren't to be rude but she needed to get her fantasy just like I did.
"Hey," Bianca called and ran up behind me. "Are you alright?"
"Of course," I scoffed. "Why'd you ask me that?"
"You seem weird again. You're actually being nice. Something must be wrong," she commented.
A smile spread across my face as her phone chimed. She pulled it out, as I was about to take off again.
"Kenderly rescheduled. Something came up." She said cheerfully, "Come on, let's go get you drunk so you can tell me all of your deep and dark secrets. I know you have a bunch."
What?
"You sure you ready for that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Probably not, but a girl has got to live, huh?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the resort.
"Where are you taking me, twenty-six?" I resorted to my first name for her.
"Going to a place I found earlier, fifty-one." She laughed.
"Oh, fuck no. I'm not fifty-one. I'm forty-one." I corrected her.
"Good to know," she said and laughed again.
The woman just played me by calling me old. She was getting me back for calling her young on as many occasions as I could, but she was. It was more of a reminder for myself to recognize that she was younger and needed more seasoning. My cock did not care and if she got me in the right mood, I wouldn't give a single fuck either.
We walked up to an outdoor bar with music pumping through the speakers. She had on low rider jeans, sandals, and a tight, pink tank top, showing those C-cups off. My rolled khaki pants, button down shirt with rolled up sleeves and leather sandals matched the occasion.
"What are you having?" the bartender asked with his eyes on Bianca.
"Whatever, he's having." She smiled as she climbed up on the seat.
"I see your leopard-print panties," I said.
"So. This is my fantasy island." She wiggled her butt. "I have a fantasy where they make jeans to fit women with a butt and hips. They won't show their panties and they aren’t up to my boobs, looking like somebody’s grandma. Now what are you drinking?"
The third time was a charm because not only was I laughing but I had to lean on the bar to catch my breath. I never knew women had issues with buying certain clothes but it was no secret that some black women were well-endowed in the rear and had certain assets. I, for one, was an ass and tits man. So, I was not offended at all by the showing of her panties. Oddly enough, what offended and would perturb me were other men seeing it.
"Sweetheart, while I could care less about looking at those leopards-print undies, you don't know everyone on this island and I'd rather not get into a brawl for defending my nemesis. It could hurt my reputation," I informed her.
She swiveled around on the bar stool and said, "Can't hurt that reputation, now can we?"
Her eyes were lit with mischief.
"What?" I asked.
"Let me have your shirt, so I can tie it around my waist." She held out her hand.
"I wasn't offering the shirt off my back," I corrected her. "Just saying can you pull down that tank top and tuck it in or something."
"Nope, no brawls right. Going to need that shirt, fifty-one," she taunted.
"Forty-one!" I started unbuttoning my shirt, jerked it off and put it in her open hand.
"Well, hello, forty-one." Bianca smiled with those brown eyes glued to my chest.
I shook my head and ordered a martini. She told the bartender to make that two and after our third round, she grabbed my hand and said, "Let's dance."
"Don't dance." I followed the tipsy woman.
"Good, then I'll just dance around you." She laughed an evil laugh.
Beyoncé’s song, Crazy in Love, came on and that was when Bianca ‘started to circle me while singing every word. She must have been a part of the Beyhive.
Turning her back, she started moving her delectable ass around while still circling me. Other people were on the dance floor but at that moment, it was just me and her in our own bubble. When she reached the front of me again, my arm wrapped around her body, pulling her ass into my crotch, so she could move it around directly on me. Which is exactly what she did, while sliding her hand up to grab onto the back of my neck for leverage.
Bianca ground her voluptuous ass into me. I could have burst right in my pants. I was hard and ready, which was why my other hand moved up her front, in between her breasts to her neck so I could bring her ear to my mouth. She continued to grind into me as I pressed her sexy body against mine.
God, I was hard as a rock and she had to have felt it on her ass. The song was coming to an end but neither of us broke from our embrace. The image had to be erotic with her back against my chest, ass in my crotch, my hand spread around the front of her neck and my face buried in her apricot-fragranced hair.
"Travis," she called.
"Hmm," I replied.
"Your friend has arrived," she said with sarcasm.
"Sweetheart, you did that and now I can't let you go," I whispered in her ear.
"When will he go down?" she asked.
"Probably when your ass is no longer on him." I kissed her open neck.
Holy fuck.
I was losing my mind.
"Travis," she called again. "Let's walk to the bar."
"Yeah," I said as we awkwardly made our way to the bar, where I let her go so I could get myself together.
"Another," I called.
"Sure thing, boss." The bartender went to make the drink.
"You like dancing, huh?" I asked Bianca whose drink was tipped up to her mouth.
"Um, hmm," she hummed before she held up the empty glass, signaling for the bartender to refill hers as well.
Just as I was about to ask another question, Rhianna’s song, Work, came on and she damn near ran onto the dance floor. A few men danced with her, and as much as it bothered me, I hadn't fully recuperated enough to join her. Especially if she was going to be moving her ass around like that again. My eyes were glued to her mahogany tinted body that glistened with perspiration. All I could imagine was her moving like that on top of me.
Fuck.
I almost left because the woman was causing me more stress than I needed. The purpose of coming here was to get away from stress-producing scenes, and this woman had my heart racing and my cock hard. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, she started walking towards me to the beat of the music. Her eyes were on mine and I could have sworn they were sparkling.
"Work, work, work, work, work, work," she sang as her hands rose up my bar
e chest. "Hmm, hmm, hmm."
She was humming to the song and bringing me to my death all at the same time. When her hand went to move my hair away from my right eye, I caught her by the wrist and growled, "Don't."
Bianca licked her lips and sang, "Hmm, hmm, hmm..."
She then proceeded to move my hair, bring my head toward her and kissed my right eye all while humming the end of the song.
My heart stopped.
It just stopped.
Undertones: Chapter 3
Bianca
Tipsy was one word to use but horny was a better one. Travis was a brooding son of a bitch but he had displayed some signs of hope even if they were few and far between. He indulged me when I dragged him around, and despite the abrasiveness of his mood, I'd loved the bossiness. The memory of him holding me like I was his, clasping my neck and kissing it brought beads of sweat almost immediately. This was a personal issue that I wished would stop.
"Let's get out of here," I whispered in Travis' ear.
"Fuck," he hissed as he grabbed my hand and led us away from the crowd.
When we reached his cabana, I was trailing behind him but after entering and closing the door, Travis' hands were all over me as his face was in my neck.
"You sure about this," he whispered.
My arms snaked around his shoulders when I bit his ear and said, "Yup."
A growl escaped him and I almost laughed until he picked me up so my thighs were wrapped around his waist. Somehow, we left the front corridor, entered his room and fell on the bed with me on top of him.
"You know what I want," he said with hooded eyes. "I want my own private dance. Nice and slow. Can you do that sweetheart?"
My index finger touched the middle of his forehead before I pushed back and said, "Oh, I can do that."
Rolling off the bed, I opened the caddy where his television was and turned on the smooth jam’s channel. Then I slowly walked to him and begin to move my body in rhythm with the music. I danced in front of him with my arms in the air and began to twirl my ass to the beat.
I knew he liked that because his eyes always got big when I moved it and his head following my every sway. Definitely an ass man.
Smack.
Oh God.
I turned around and saw him looking at me, trying to gauge whether I liked it or not. He must have seen the impression on my face because he slapped the other cheek as I pushed it higher for him to do it again.
Oh, and he did until he had me over the bed pulling down my jeans so he could see his handy work. Large hands caressed my sore ass and then soft lips kissed the pain away.
"You're so fucking sexy," Travis said as his lips moved to my closed folds between my legs. "This is what I want."
Travis pulled off my sandals, jeans, then my top and bra. He turned me over and stared at me for a long time.
"Hey," I called to him and opened my legs. "I'm all wet and messy."
"Fuck," he growled. "I'm clean and you have to be to get on this trip. You on birth control?"
"Yes, sir." My fingers started to move down towards my sensitive clit.
"Oh, no." He shook his head. "That's for my mouth only."
With that statement, he dove in head first and I nearly came from my first impact with his mouth and tongue. God, he knew how to use them both, separately, in conjunction with each other, and with his thick fingers.
"Travis," I moaned.
He raised his head and said, "Say it again."
"Travis," I repeated. "I'm close."
Increasing the gap between my legs, he sucked my taut little clit which was completely unraveling me. My left leg started to shake, and then I closed my knees around his head. Travis was holding my thighs still, watching as the ecstasy took over and I erupted on his fingers.
"You're nice and sweet," he pushed two fingers inside of me and began to fuck me. "But you need to be nice and wet for me."
"Travis," I moaned as I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them together.
"Fuck," he hissed with his eyes on my hands.
“Tra-Tra,” I screamed as the penetration was driving me crazy.
My skin tingled with anticipation and my mind was cloudy. All I wanted was to explode as Travis kept finger fucking me until I came again. This time, he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. That was so sexy but what topped it off was his climbing on top of me and kissing me with that same mouth so I could taste myself.
At first, I thought he would just push his cock inside of me to ease the pressure as he kissed me but he didn’t. His soft lips made love to mine and my head grew cloudier as I wasn’t sure what that kiss was about anymore. Caught in the moment, I moved his hair out of the way and began to kiss his cheek, nose and then both eyes. Travis kept them closed as he let out a large exhale and held me like his life depended on his embrace.
When my lips reached his again, he turned us over, so I was straddling him and he was sitting upright on the bed.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Travis breathed. “You run this because I might hurt either you or me if I do.”
His hand palmed my ass. I rose on my knees, adjusted myself over his large appendage and worked my hips on it until his nails were digging into my cheeks.
“Holy fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “God, you’re tight.”
The music was still playing so I twirled my hips in rhythm with the bass and once he was fully in, I moved up and down on his long cock with my elbows rested on his shoulders. Travis’ head was lifted towards mine as he stared with his mouth partly ajar. His eyes would occasionally close when my ass connected with his thighs with each ministration.
“You’re perfect,” Travis whispered as one of his hands grabbed the back of my neck to bring me down for a long kiss.
His lips were punishing but safe. The man meant everything he did including the kiss that momentarily had me stop riding him. He was deliberate, resolute and experienced; each kiss, finger, move, or stroke. He was good.
In an attempt to keep pace and chase the orgasm that threatened to release, I started riding him faster and faster. He wouldn’t let my lips go, so I held on and rode him until the lightning that struck my body released its hold on me.
Travis took all of my moans, sighs, screams and sated mumblings in that kiss until he turned us back over and drove us all the way home. His strong arms held my legs up and he powered in and out of my wet pussy until I knew my screams could be heard by the closest five cabanas.
“Oh shit,” I yelled out as I bit down on my lip.
“Bianca,” Travis muttered as he started to pump harder. “H-holy…”
Three more strong strokes and he came inside of my hot channel. I was almost hoping he’d roll off of me after the intense sex we’d just had but he laid down and pulled me into him.
Tight.
After one released of pent up, yet sated breath, I relaxed into his arms. Travis kissed my temple and whispered, “Fucking perfect.”
When I opened my eyes, it was still dark outside because the moonlight illuminated the room. My face was plastered against Travis’ muscular chest and my arms wrapped around his body.
Holy shit.
We’d had sex last night; to the point that I’d passed out. Travis might have been arrogant but he wasn't stingy.
A slight panic rose up my spine as I thought about spending the rest of the week with him, right next door to his cabana. I mean, we were both adults but I was in the heat of the moment and I'd have to face him. He probably thought I was fast or loose.
Slowly, I slid away from him, replacing my body with multiple pillows. This was a classic young girl move and I knew he'd be upset but I could not face him after that. He might reject me and I really couldn't deal with that. After all, it was just sex.
Doing the infamous walk of shame, I carried my shoes and tiptoed across the way to my place. I'd planned to ignore him and maybe even change my cabana or move to another section of the island if necessary. This was pro
bably irrational but I had four days before I had to leave and I'd intended to get my fantasy despite the sexy as hell man next door.
Quickly cleaning up, I hopped on my bed and as soon as I closed my eyes, the knocking began.
Jumping up, I ran to open the door without thinking.
“Really?” Travis walked in with a blanket and nothing else but black briefs on his body.
“What are you doing?” I stuttered.
“Keeping this from being awkward,” he pulled me towards him.
My eyes met his sleepy ones which kept closing.
“Travis?” I called.
“You left,” he said. “Why?”
“Just didn't want to have the weird conversation about whether you wanted me to go or stay, blah, blah.”
“Sweetheart, no conversation. You may not know me like that but you've gathered I don't mince words. We’re here for different reasons but I'd like to spend our time here together too.” He nodded. “Okay, not awkward now. Let's go back to sleep.”
Travis pushed me to the bed where he climbed in after me. His arms brought my back against him and after sighing in relief, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. When they opened again, I was met with the aroma of eggs, coffee and syrup.
“Sweetheart, wake up,” Travis whispered before he kissed my forehead.
Stirring slowly because my body was adjusting to the new sensations and pulsing that were amplified in my sleepy state. Looking at Travis, he had his hair on one side of his face again but he didn't look so dark and evil. He looked relaxed and hopeful.
“You're happy. Who died?” I smirked.
Travis went to grab me but I rolled over and ran into the bathroom laughing. By the time he walked in, I was brushing my teeth and smiling at him. His hand caressed my stomach, right before he pulled me into his hard body and the hard cock that stood waiting for me.
“Feel that?” He nipped my ear.
“Yes,” I hummed.
Spitting out the toothpaste, I washed the brush and wiped my mouth. Then I turned around and briefly kissed his lips before I slid down to my knees. My fingers looped inside those black briefs and I pulled them down to see an angry, reddish, steely cock that looked downright delicious.