Bi-Satisfied

by Nikki-Michelle

  I knew what he was telling me. He was giving me a way out. Telling me that I didn’t have to do this. Informing me that the energy was not the same between him and Michael as it was between him and me.

  “I want to see it. Show me,” I said.

  He removed his fingers from inside me, stood from the bar stool. He took my hand as we walked to my couch. Made me stand in front of him while he sat on the edge.

  “Take your shirt off,” he told me.

  I did without hesitation. “What are you about to do?”

  He didn’t answer. Just gazed up at me. Took in my facial features, then studied my breasts. My nipples hardened. Breasts swelled in the name of David. He held my hands as his eyes roamed my body like it was a work of art. Sometimes it wasn’t about the sex. It was about the eroticism of the moment. It was in the look that he was giving. The way he licked his lips, then bit down on the bottom one told me what he was thinking. It caused my heart rate to jump a notch. I could feel the goose bumps rising on my flesh.

  He finally moved one hand to touch my stomach. Let it trail upward to that place between my breasts, then brought it back down again. David placed kisses around my mound. He placed kisses down below, everywhere he could, but he never stopped touching me. Sometimes something as simple as a touch, that feeling of being sexually aroused, excited me more than anything. It was all about the connection I felt to him in that moment that had me shaking.

  I was so into his touch that when his tongue touched my clitoris, I hissed and jumped back. He pulled me back to him. Placed his hands on my ass cheeks to hold me in place while he used his legs to spread mine. David buried his face between my thighs. French-kissed my pearl until I was making sounds I didn’t recognize. As bad as I wanted to run away, I couldn’t, because he wouldn’t let me. He had me locked to him so he could eat to his heart’s desire. My hands found his locks as my head fell back. I was feeling like I could have him stay there forever.

  I was in a state of euphoria. Couldn’t stop moaning, squirming, and rolling my hips against his face if I wanted to. David was greedy. Wouldn’t give in to my pleas of not being able to take any more. He threw one of my legs over his shoulders and made me take all he had to give and then some. Women went mad after they got oral pleasure like this. Women lost their damned minds. Started going through phones. Demanding that the person giving never give that pleasure to another soul. Became possessive, as if they owned that person and the pleasure they gave.

  I wondered if he had done this to Michael’s wife. Michael had said her pussy had been on David’s lips. Envy turned my eyes green as I thought about how many ways David must have had that woman. Must have been good to her. She’d kept calling him afterward. His lips must have made her forget the new husband she’d eloped with.

  David dropped from the couch. Fell on his knees, like he was surrendering all his sins to me. After lapping at my lips, he let the tip of his tongue flick against my clitoris. Licked slowly against it before sucking it into his mouth. His hands never stopped touching me. Palming my ass, massaging it. Fondling my breasts. Moved his nails to dig down my back. He hummed against my clit, and the vibrations damn near crippled me.

  It was then that he let me go. Before my orgasm took me to that deluxe apartment in the sky, he let me go. David stood up before he cupped both sides of my face and allowed me to taste what he had done to me. It always paid to keep a clean pussy. I loved the way I tasted and smelled. No musty odor. Just water and the sweet nectar of fruit juices. Aggressiveness laced his tongue. I returned what he gave me with fervor. I needed to come, but he held it in the palm of his hand. Wouldn’t release it until he was ready. He pulled back and then looked down at me.

  “I didn’t come,” I told him.

  “I know. Didn’t want you to,” he said as he backed away.

  “Where you going?”

  “Be right back,” he said to me.

  “David . . .”

  “Be right back.”

  He walked away and left me there. I felt like he’d taken my sanity with him. I needed that release. I was so close to the edge that it was almost paralyzing. I’d always been able to please myself. Had always been taught that it wasn’t up to the man to give you an orgasm. A woman had to know her own body to get the pleasure she so desired, Clarissa Kennedy had taught me. I crawled onto my couch. Couldn’t sit on the microfiber like I wanted to, since my wetness would stain it. I got on my knees, chest on the back of my couch. Ass poked out and back arched like David was behind me, giving me life through the strokes of his penis.

  Used my left hand to touch myself. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I did so. There she was. That beautiful orgasm I was chasing was in the distance. I worked my Kegels, tightened them, then released as I stroked my clit. I imagined David and Michael watching me. Imagined them stroking their arousals as I played in mine. Could hear them telling me nasty and vulgar things they wanted to do to me. My pleasure soaked my fingers.

  I got at least half of my wish. David walked back into the room. I heard the noise of the movements he made. Turned my head to see he had moved one of my end tables to the center of the room. Had placed it in front of the couch. I watched him as I spit out vulgar words. Called on the Son of the Most High a few times as I released that first one. David brought his MacBook around. The camera was on, as I could see my backside on the screen.

  “You’re r-recording us?” I mumbled.

  “Nah,” he answered.

  I watched as he pulled up Skype, pressed the CALL button, and seconds later Michael’s face showed up on the screen.

  “What up?” Michael answered.

  He hadn’t really taken in what was happening on his screen yet. David didn’t respond. He moved out of the way, and there was a full moon view of my backside and wet desire. I listened as David’s belt buckle clanked and rattled. His pants hit the floor, and he removed his boxer briefs.

  “Hey, Michael,” I said.

  “Shit,” was how he responded once he realized what was happening.

  I heard his wife fussing at the kids in the background. Watched as his camera moved like it was tumbling across the floor. Michael was rushing away from his family. Had to move so he could watch his live, homemade porn in private. The room on his end went dark for a minute, and then light invaded the background again. He sat his laptop down. Adjusted it and tilted his head to the side.

  “What the fuck y’all trying to do? Get me divorced?” he asked.

  Sounded like attitude was in his voice, but I knew it was a front. Could tell by the way he was breathing and licking his lips. Michael was a freak in every sense of the word. He lived for shit like what we were doing. It gave him another reason to play with his dick. David walked over to the couch with stealth. Grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back. That move created the perfect arch and dip in my back. He eased inside me so slowly that all I could do was bare my teeth and groan like it was the only language I knew.

  One of David’s hands closed around my neck as he whispered low in my ear. “Tell him you think he should come back,” he demanded.

  He was so deep inside me that the emotional attachment I felt to him started to surface. He was stirring something in my soul with the way he was working me.

  “Fuck, David, I love you,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

  “I know,” was how he responded. “You want him to come back?” he asked me.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Tell him,” he demanded as he stroked me faster, going harder each time he sank back inside me.

  We were in lust with Michael. Allowing our minds to wander and fall into thoughts of Vorfreude once again when it came to Michael. Dangerous game we were playing, and we both knew it.

  “So y’all just gone do this in front of me? Knowing I can’t be there to join in, huh?” Michael asked sarcastically.

  “Get on a plane, Michael,” I said with bated breath.

  “Can’t. Wife’s like She
rlock around here,” he said.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “I don’t know.” His head tilted, and he licked his lips. “Damn, Summer,” Michael whispered, like he was fascinated with what he was seeing.

  Every woman had that intuition, that gut feeling that told her the man she shared a home and bed with was up to no good. I was sure Sadi’s womanly instincts had kicked in. They were telling her that Michael had gone to Atlanta and had done more than he told her he had.

  David made me pay for Michael saying no. Bit down into that space between my neck and shoulder as he penetrated me to the point of pain. That slight curve was killing me, but the way the mushroom head of his arousal tapped against my spot was bringing me back to life.

  “She isn’t satisfying you, anyway,” I said to Michael.

  He was watching us but staring at me. His eyes never left mine as he looked on. “She gave me some when I came home,” he answered lackadaisically.

  “Yeah, but was it satisfying?”

  I heard him chuckle.

  “I made you run from this pussy,” I bragged.

  He stopped chuckling. “Wait. What?”

  “You couldn’t handle it. David handles this shit,” I said as my legs started to shake. “David,” I moaned. “David doesn’t run from it.”

  Michael grunted. I could tell by the way he licked his lips and sat back in his chair that he was remembering how I’d owned him on my front-room floor. And I was coming all over David’s thighs My come drenched his thighs, showing my satisfaction David stopped abruptly. Pulled away from me and moved from the camera’s view. My head fell forward when he let my hair go. My body twitched as he stood to the side. He grabbed a throw from my love seat and then placed it on the couch. He sat, wide legged, dick still rigid with life. I knew what he wanted. I eased over, straddled his lap.

  David was tense. He knew that in this position there was the potential that he too would succumb to the notion of coming before he was ready. I had to ease down on that thang. Couldn’t just slap myself down on David’s dick. It would rip my insides to hell if I did. David’s arms caressed me as Michael still tried to recover from the fact that I’d challenged his manhood. David kissed me passionately. Our heads moved in sync. We kissed the way that lovers would as my hips started to rock slowly. His left leg bounced once or twice as he fisted his hands in my hair.

  If I had had eyes in the back of my head, I would have seen that David was holding eye contact with Michael as he kissed me. There was something exciting to him about the fact that Michael was watching us. Watching me ride him. Watching him succumb to the power of my pussy. I would have seen that Michael had pulled out his male anatomy and had started to stroke it in slow motion. David was watching Michael. Michael was watching us. I saw only stars behind my eyelids.

  I threw my head back and put an arch in my back as I rolled my hips. My orgasmic song blended with Michael’s primal grunts and David’s frantic thrusts.

  “Get on the plane, Michael,” I urged him.

  “Make me,” he shot back. He was still angry that I’d called his male prowess into question.

  David’s breathing got deeper. As he rocked his hips in tune with me, I lifted my backside and gave a slow bounce, which made him growl. Made him throw his head back, mouth at half-mast.

  “Shit, baby . . . Summer. Shit,” he said, praising me. Then he whispered, “Wait.”

  I gave in to what he wanted. Waited until he could control his urge to release that tension building in his groin. I could feel him swell and grow inside me. There was a slow burn traveling up and down my spine. One that forced me to start to roll my hips slowly again. I looked down into David’s face, and for a while, it was just he and I. No Michael being a voyeur on the camera behind us. Just me and the man who was killing me softly.

  He was sweating. Glasses still on his face. I removed them and tossed them to the side of us. Stopped fucking him and started to love him. I slowly kissed his lips. Traced the outline of them with my tongue. When his tongue snaked out, instead of letting it inside my mouth, I sucked on it. His body tensed, then relaxed. I loved when his nails dug into the skin on my back.

  He slowly started to work his hips underneath me again. The right corner of his upper lip started to twitch as he bit down on his bottom one. Those chocolate eyes danced and swayed with me. Hypnotized me and wouldn’t let me go. I picked up the speed of my hips. Made sure he could feel me when I took him in and out of my body. His head lolled back. Hips bucked underneath me, and I knew I had him where I wanted him.

  “Come for me,” I told him.

  He shut his eyes tight as he called my name over and over again. I tightened my muscles around him so I could feel the throbbing of his dick as he climaxed. I demanded he open his eyes. I kept eye contact with him. Made him look at me as we both experienced nirvana together.

  David

  Monday rolled around and found everything in a tailspin. Court was a circus. My client decided to threaten his wife in open court. Told her that next time he would kill her. That asshole made my job a whole lot harder than it had to be. As punishment, I didn’t object when the judge held him in contempt and threw him in jail.

  Then the weather called for snow, and everyone in Atlanta lost their minds as they flooded the streets to get to the grocery store and buy as much milk, bread, cereal, canned foods, and eggs as possible. Didn’t get a chance to see Summer before court, because my partner, her boss, kept her busy.

  I missed her. Thought about the weekend we’d shared. It had been like getting to know all over again the woman I’d known for the past eight years. We’d talked. We’d had a body party with one another. We’d got naked, painted one another with body paint, then rolled around on a canvas in her basement. We’d done things that we hadn’t done before, like talk about the parents we never really knew. Both of us had always wondered what it would be like to be loved by birth parents. I’d always thought Summer was lucky. At least she had her foster parents. The Kennedys loved Summer like they had birthed her. Loved her to the point that one of them killed the foster son who had been sexually molesting her. Yeah, she was the lucky one, still. I had had group homes and sexual predators for guardians. She’d tried to get me to speak more about the sexual predator part, but I’d refused. It was something I’d never mentioned to her before, and another thing we had in common.

  I cruised through the rest of the workday without incident. Saw Summer in passing. Cornered her in her office and locked the door behind me. Touched and kissed on her for a good twenty minutes, until she had to get back to work. Stuck my hand under her skirt and let my fingers dance in her love. I got on my knees and took her to heaven with my lips and tongue. Lapped at her love like I was famished and she was the only thing that could sate me. Did all that like we were lovers instead of friends. By the time five o’clock rolled around, I wanted to head home and relax for a bit. Had been at Summer’s place the whole weekend, so it would be good to rest in my own bed for a few hours. The day had other plans, though.

  My phone rang as soon as I walked into my home.

  “Hello?” I answered, already knowing who it was.

  “You still at work?” he asked me.

  “No. Just getting home.”

  “I’m in Atlanta. Had some business to handle.”

  My eye twitched. Body got a chill at the thought of what would happen this time around. Thought about what Summer and I had agreed to. We were exploring sexual gratification with a married man. I’d agreed to become one of the niggas I despised. All for Summer. I would do anything to make her happy.

  “And?” I responded.

  “You two up for some company?”

  I thumbed my nose, then put my briefcase on the table as I walked through the foyer and headed upstairs to my bedroom. “Summer’s still at work.”

  “Does that mean you’re busy?”

  I inhaled as I tugged at my necktie to pull it off. “Not really. Just got home. Going to shower. Grab a
few hours of sleep, until Summer gets off.”

  “You two always hang together like this?” he asked.

  “Most times.”

  “Best friends in every sense of the word, huh?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “I’m headed back to my hotel. Wanted to know if I could see you. Maybe grab a quick bite to eat.”

  Traffic was loud in his background. The people in Atlanta couldn’t drive if their lives depended on it. I could hear KISS 104.1 playing on his radio as horns blared. I glanced at the clock and wondered what time Summer would be getting home.

  “I can come to you if you want to chill at home. Can stop and grab something on the way,” he suggested.

  Michael knew what he was doing. Always knew, when he was trying to have things go his way, just what to say and do. While I may have been about to cross that thin gray line, I wouldn’t let him come to my home. Wouldn’t let him inside these walls. These walls couldn’t be tainted by the treachery I was sure to help him commit.

  “No. You can’t come here. I’ll meet you, though,” I told him.

  He chuckled low. It traveled down to my dick and made it spring to life. “So, I can’t come to your crib, huh?” he asked.

  “Nah. Not a good idea.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s just not. You want to meet up or no?” I asked him so he wouldn’t keep questioning me about it.

  I looked around my bedroom. The pink-colored body pillow that lay on the other side of my bed showed where Summer slept whenever she came over. Looked at my dresser and saw things there that said she had a place in my space, as I had in hers. That little game we played was a funny one. On my bedroom wall was the same picture of us that I had in my office. Smiling faces and happier times.

  “Yeah, it’s cool. How long before you’re dressed and headed out?” he asked.

  I looked at the Movado watch on my arm. “About an hour. Where you trying to meet?”

  “I’m at the InterContinental in Buckhead. There is a restaurant there. We can meet up there.”

  “A’ight. See you in about an hour or so.”