No More Mr. Nice Guy

by Carl Weber

  Keisha

  9

  I hit the button on my phone, ignoring my mother’s call as I took one last look at myself in the bathroom mirror. She’d been blowing up my phone for the past half hour like she knew exactly what I was doing and who I was about to do it with. Normally I answered her calls, but I didn’t feel obligated this time, because she had refused to watch my son when I told her I was going out. I knew she was pissed when I dropped him off at my grandmother’s house and kept it moving.

  “You all right?” Niles asked as I stepped out of the bathroom.

  I nodded, suddenly too nervous to find my voice, especially since the only man who had seen me naked in the last five years was Majestic.

  “’Cause we don’t have to do anything,” he said. He looked at me with kind eyes, and it just made me more sure that I wanted to do this.

  “No, I’m all right.” I giggled nervously, feeling like a virgin standing so close to him.

  He wrapped one hand around my waist and brought me closer to him, all the while searching my face for answers. “Talk to me, Keisha.” His voice sounded so earnest; deep and sexy, like something out of a movie. If I had been wearing panties instead of my birthday suit, they would have been sopping wet by now. That’s how much he turned me on.

  “It’s just that I’ve only been with one person for the past five years, and well . . .” I trailed off, and he waited patiently for me to gather my nerve to continue. “I can count all the men I’ve slept with on one hand and still have a finger or two left.” I was worried that he would prefer someone with a whole lot more experience.

  “So you’re not easy. I know that, Keisha. You don’t think I remember all those fast girls you hung out with? You and Nia were the only ones always stuck in your books,” he reminded me, staring into my eyes with the kind of desire I had only dreamt about. I don’t mean the “I want to fuck the shit out of you” stuff, either. His eyes were saying simply “I want you,” and that meant something, because this was a man who could have any woman he wanted.

  I shook my head, still unable to believe that I was standing here like this with him. “Look at me. It’s been less than four hours, and I’m already naked in your shower, about to do all kinds of things.” I felt myself blushing. Man, I was really ruining this moment with my hesitation.

  Niles didn’t seem to mind, though. He lifted my chin so that my eyes met his. “Hey, we can go at whatever pace you want, Keisha. I don’t need to rush this.”

  I felt myself damn near melting. The more he put the ball in my court, the more I wanted him. Hell, I knew enough from my own life and from watching my single girlfriends to know that men don’t just back away to check your feelings when you’re both butt naked. Most of them do whatever they can to close the deal. Niles was different, and that’s why I wanted to be with him.

  I reached up and kissed him like I’d been imagining for all those years when I was way too young for him to really notice me.

  “Unless you think I should get dressed and leave?” I teased as I pressed my body, hot with desire, against his letting him know that I would do no such thing.

  “You sure?” he asked me again, although we both know he’d already gotten my answer.

  “I’m not very sure about a lot of things these days, but this . . .” I slipped my tongue in his mouth and proceeded to move us past the talking stage and into the doing stage.

  Niles took both my hands in one of his and raised them above my head as his mouth moved from mine to my neck. By the time he reached my ear and nibbled on it, my body had heated up like an electric furnace. He released my arms and took the soap, rubbing it all over my body until he’d worked both the soap and I into a frothy lather.

  When he handed me the soap, I was more than happy for my turn. That man had the kind of chiseled Adonis body you only saw on television. This was some next level shit that I couldn’t believe was happening to me.

  “C’mon.” Niles swooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, where he put me down in front of the bed. First he toweled me off. Then he opened his suitcase and pulled out a bottle of lotion and began to rub it over every inch of my body until I glistened. When he turned me around to lotion my ass, he started rubbing his hands up and down my inner thighs, making me moist and sticky. Then he dropped down on his knees and began to lick and suck on my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my horny center.

  Everything in me was begging for this man to be inside of me. His greedy tongue found its way to my sweet spot, and I went weak. He proceeded to lick and suck on my clitoris until my legs started to shake.

  “Oh, Niles. Niles.” I grabbed hold of his head as his tongue darted in and out, flicking across my clitoris. “I’m going to fall. Please. Please,” I begged him, but he was unrelenting as an orgasm took over my body. “No. No. No. I’m . . . oh. Oh. Niles. Niles. Please. Please.”

  I knew I looked like a complete mess, but when I opened my eyes, Niles was staring at me with a satisfied grin on his face.

  “That was beautiful, Keisha.”

  “I’ve never come standing up,” I admitted, trying to contain the smile on my face. Man, he just did something to me.

  “Well, I’m not done with you.” He picked me up and laid me down. “Don’t move,” he said in a way that was so tender that I did just as he asked. He got a condom, and as he put it on, he started kissing me hungrily.

  “Please, Niles. I need you,” I purred, writhing on the bed as he climbed on top of me.

  “I need you too, Keisha,” he said, blowing my mind. Then he leaned down and started to lick and suck my pussy again, getting me wetter. He lowered himself on top of me, and I palmed his ass cheeks and pulled him toward me. I couldn’t remember ever feeling as good as the moment he fully entered me. It felt like I’d been waiting for this forever.

  I moaned and threw my head back as he spread my legs apart in order to go deeper inside of me. His hand cupped the back of my head as he brought my lips to meet his, our bodies rising and falling in unison.

  He must have turned me every which way but loose, and I loved every moment of it. Instead of being fucked, I felt like I finally understood what it meant to have someone make love to me. This was no sex as a competitive sport, with me making sure he got his. I’d never had a man pay as much attention to my needs as Niles did, as he brought me to orgasm over and over again. When I thought it was the last orgasm, my body would surprise me with yet another one.

  In between the orgasmic waves, he would stop and kiss me, staring deep into my eyes. It was as if he wanted me to know that he was present and this wasn’t just fucking. I don’t know how many times that man made love to me before I fell into a deep sleep, cradled in his arms, happier than I’d been in years.

  Bridget

  10

  “C’mon, you black bitch. Who’s your daddy? Tell me. Who’s your daddy?” Sebastian smacked my ass repeatedly as he screwed me from behind.

  If only his lovemaking skills were on par with his ego. Not only did the man have no skills whatsoever, but he had a teeny weenie to boot. I stifled a yawn halfway through the act. He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck. I took this as a sign it was time to put on an Academy Award–winning performance on faking an orgasm so he could release himself.

  “Oh, shit, daddy!” I squealed dramatically, twerking my hips like his was the best dick I’d ever had.

  Sebastian and I had been playing this game for almost three weeks, so I considered it all in a day’s work. What he didn’t know was that when he told me about his nephew Rashaan’s plans to sell weapons to Iran, this had become my last day on the job.

  “Give me that big old dick. I’m about cum all over you.” I moaned loudly.

  “That’s right, you black bitch. You love this big dick, don’t you?” He continued bragging in his eastern European accent about his fantasy mega penis.

  As he pumped away like an excited teenager, I pushed my round, juicy ass further into his crotch, kno
wing it would get him even more turned on.

  “Oh, my goodness! It’s so big I don’t think I can take it anymore!” I shouted, stifling my laughter. I knew that all my praise would make him light up like a damn Christmas tree. Men were so damn predictable when it came to sex. As long as you made them think they were the best you ever had, they were happy little boys.

  He roared like some type of conqueror. “I always had a thing for you black bitches. You all must come out of the womb knowing how to fuck.” He just kept up with that black bitch bullshit. If he didn’t get this over with soon, I was going to have trouble not slapping the shit out of him.

  “My turn now.” I slid away from his dick and flipped him over, which probably shocked the shit outta him, considering I weighed 135 pounds and he weighed well over two hundred.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  Instead of answering, I grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed them in my hand just enough to get him into the whole pain/ pleasure thing. I’d seen it work on guys in the past, but this fool went nuts.

  “I love it, you black bitch,” he groaned.

  “This is how I like it.” I climbed on top of him with my spiked thigh-high boots pressing against him. I lowered myself until I was lined up perfectly with his hard cock.

  Sebastian’s eyes grew wide as I slid his dick inside of me. Yeah, that was more like it. He may not have known what to do with that pencil-size prick of his, but I sure did. Now it was my turn to ride him.

  “Oh, shit!!” He hollered as I began to buck up and down on him like an expert.

  I increased the tempo on top of him, as my tongue ran around the rim of his ear, sending his body shivering in delight.

  “All right, motherfucker. Who’s your mama?” I demanded as I rode his little-ass dick like he was a bucking bronco.

  His head was already bobbing up and down in expectation, so it didn’t take him long to whimper a response. “You.”

  I clamped my muscles down on his dick, showing him what twelve years of yoga, five hundred squats a day, and no babies could do to your goodies. He damn near jumped out of his skin. “Say it again. Who’s your mama?”

  “You are. You’re my mama. Damn, that felt good. Do it again!” he begged.

  A superior smile expanded across my face. “And whose dick is this?” I clamped down again.

  “Yours! It’s yours. It’s your dick, mama! Nobody but yours. Shit, that feels so good.” I swear to God he sounded like a virgin getting his first taste.

  “You know what, Sebastian? You’re a real prick.” I clamped down again, reaching into the garter hidden in my boot.

  He was too busy enjoying himself to see what I was doing, so when I whipped out the long, narrow blade and slipped into his earlobe, causing an instant bleed, he didn’t know what had hit him. He was dead within seconds.

  “Fucking bastard. Nobody calls me a black bitch and gets away with it.” His fate had already been sealed, but talking shit, well, that was just the icing on the cake.

  Now that he was dead, the easy part was over and the hard part began. It was time to clean up the mess. Well, at least the forensic mess.

  I removed the condom from his shriveled-up penis and then got up to get dressed.

  “Fuckin idiot got blood on my boots,” I snarled as I inspected my shoes. I wiped it off with a concoction I carried with me in a spray bottle. I then sprayed Sebastian’s body. This shit was good, and it would break down any DNA I might have left behind, just in case some bored forensic detective or a lab rat decided to do their job and get all CSI on a girl.

  I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and my private parts then threw the washcloth and condom in a Ziploc baggie, which I placed in my purse. I pulled off the blond wig and hazel contacts, then put on the tight black dress I’d worn earlier, along with a beret and a large pair of sunglasses. Even with the disguise, I didn’t plan on taking the elevator or going out the front door, in case there were surveillance cameras in the lobby.

  I grabbed my trench coat off the back of the chair. Just as I went to open the door to leave, my phone rang.

  “Hello,” I answered curtly when I saw the number.

  “Ms. Saint John, this is Nadja. The assistant director would like to speak to you. Please hold.” I really wanted to curse this dumb-ass bitch out, but I knew this wasn’t her doing, so I held my anger for the person responsible.

  “Bridget.” Jonathan’s voice came on the line.

  “Jonathan, what the fuck are you calling me for? I’m on assignment.” I stared back at the mess Sebastian’s blood was making as it soaked into the mattress. “You’re going to have to start respecting protocol.”

  “Yeah, that’s what they keep telling me. Look, some interesting developments have come up. I think you need to get down here right away.” He said it nice and smooth, which immediately made me suspicious.

  “Uh-huh, and what is it? I don’t have time to play Twenty Questions with you. I’m in the middle of something.” I glanced over at the bed again.

  “It appears an opportunity has presented itself regarding Mr. Niles Monroe. Now, how soon can you get your sweet ass down here?”

  “Shit, why didn’t you say that in the first place? I’m on my way.” I took one more look around the room, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door.

  Willie

  11

  “C’mon, fine mama, won’t you back that thing up. Back that thing up!” I sang out loud as Tanya’s ass moved provocatively toward my face. As soon as she backed it up close enough, I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking on it like it was a peach pit and I wanted to get that last bit of nectar out of it.

  “Uh!” Tanya groaned as I ran my tongue repeatedly along her throbbing love button. There was nothing I liked more than eating a woman out, and this woman’s honey pot tasted like nectar from the gods. My jaws were putting in the work as she started grinding against my tongue, increasing the friction until I could feel her trembling. “Shit! Shiiiit! Don’t stop!” Tanya hollered

  Moving my face away, I licked my lips. “You like that, huh?”

  “You know I do,” she said playfully. “Not only because it feels good, but ’cause it’s the only time I can get you to shut the fuck up. Now, put those cute lips of yours to use and make me cum, baby.”

  “Oh, you got jokes?” I shot back, lifting my head so I could stick my tongue deep inside her pussy like a mini dick.

  I was fucking her with my tongue so good she started to grip the headboard, her body rising and falling in ecstasy. Once I had her ass squirming around, I clamped my lips right back around her clit.

  “Ohhhh, shit! Willie, what are you doing to me?” she hollered.

  I brought her to the edge of orgasm and then stopped cold, lowering my head. Boy, the look she gave me could have frozen some ice cream.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked like I didn’t understand her salty expression.

  “Why’d you . . . Why’d you stop?”

  “Oh, you thought I was gonna let you get yours without me?” I joked, shaking my head. “This ain’t one of them equal opportunity fucks where you get yours first and then I have to wonder if I’m going to get mine. The way this works, I get mine, and then if you’re nice, maybe you’ll get yours.”

  Tanya rolled off me and burst out laughing so hard she forgot she had been on the edge of an orgasm, which was exactly my point. Plus, I really liked that she got my humor already. She was laughing so hard she could barely talk.

  “Oh, I get it. You’re fucking crazy!” She reached out and took hold of my dick, stroking me until I was rock hard and ready. Then she stopped. “How about nobody gets any and I take my ass home?”

  “Huh? You ain’t going nowhere.” I straddled her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, first the right one and then the left, until all she could do was smile up at me like I was her fucking Prince Charming. “I like you, you know that?”

  “I like you
too,” she whispered sweetly, her eyes holding my gaze.

  “Damn, you’re sexy.” I worked my way back down between her legs and made sure she was nice and wet before I climbed on top of her.

  She moaned as my hard dick penetrated her and then I worked my way deeper inside. “Shit!” she cried out, causing me to pull back.

  “You all right?” I checked.

  “Yeah, it’s good, but damn, you’re big.” She giggled, clearly happy to discover how much I’d grown in size since her first glance at my dick.

  “Yeah, well, I’m just getting past the part that ain’t never been used.” I laughed at my own joke about her fucking men with tiny dicks, and, of course, she couldn’t help but join me.

  “Stop!” she said, laughing with me, until I went a little deeper inside of her and the look on her face turned serious—and pleased. “You’re funny; I get it. I like it. It’s why I’m here with you right now, but no more talking. You got something to say, let your dick do the talking. Just fuck me, please.”

  She reached up and brought my face to meet hers, and we kissed, our tongues coming together hungrily. We held each other’s gaze as our bodies melted together, and damn if she didn’t lock her pussy lips around my dick, adding friction as I slid in and out.

  “Ummmm!” I murmured, in the zone as the two of us went at it, enjoying the hell out of this new connection. I could only begin to imagine the sex we’d have in the future if it was this good the first time.

  We were going at it buck wild, both of us hot and sweaty and enjoying the fuck out of fucking, and I swear I was on the countdown to cumming.

  Bam! Bam! Bam!

  The sound of someone pounding at the door made me freeze mid-stroke.

  “You hear that?” I glanced over at my clock radio. It was damn near 3 a.m. Who the fuck could be at the door at this hour?

  “Yeah?” Despite being pinned underneath me, she tried to look out the window. Her demeanor completely changed. “You ain’t got no woman, do you? Please tell me you ain’t got no crazy woman. I like you, Willie, but I ain’t gonna be no side chick.”