Making the Hook-Up

by Cole Riley

  “You cheated,” Darius smiled, still cupping my spasming pussy.

  “I couldn’t help it, Darius. You know what you do to me.”

  “What do I do? Tell me,” he said, stroking my clit until it hardened again.

  “I can’t say it.”

  “Tell me,” he said, pleading like a child, his finger moving in faster circles around my clit.

  “You make me… You make me… Ooh, Darius, you make me…”

  “We’re here.” Darius pulled his hand away and put the car in PARK. When I opened my eyes, we had arrived at his cousin, Alicia’s house.

  “No, Dee. Are you serious?”

  “As a heart attack,” he said, sounding like his father. “Here. I got napkins.”

  Darius opened his glove compartment and began to clean up the mess we’d made. But I didn’t want all this wetness to go to waste.

  “But Darius, can’t we do it right here—just real quick? Everybody’s in the house. Your windows are tinted. I know I said I would play your game, but now I’m frustrated.”

  “Frustrated?” Darius laughed. “You already broke the rules and came. So technically, we’re not playing my game no more.”

  “I know. But women are equipped to have multiple orgasms, so we can always start all over. Like after this next one,” I said, climbing across the divider into Darius’s lap. I reached for his dick, which was hard in my hand, and I began to stroke it until I felt it grow even stiffer.

  “Self-control,” Darius reminded me, his rough hands playing with my booty through my skirt. “Now you said you didn’t want anybody to know anything. What would happen if Alicia came out here to find you riding me? The whole world would know in minutes.”

  “True,” I said, collapsing onto his chest in surrender. Darius and I hadn’t told anyone about our new arrangement; as far as our families were concerned, we were still just platonic friends. When Darius moved to my city for work, things had started to grow past platonic friendship and near the point of confusion. I’d learned in the last few months that men operate by contract; I couldn’t assume that we were together—no matter how much time I spent in his lap. Besides, I wasn’t even sure that I wanted more from Darius. Sex and relationships had always been complicated for me. I wanted Darius to be in my life for the rest of it; I didn’t want to jeopardize that by trying to make him my man.

  “And you still don’t want people to know?” Darius’s voice was a whisper as he played with my hair, my head resting on his chest.

  “No.”

  “Okay, then you might want to get up because here comes Alicia.” I jumped up so fast that my head hit the roof of Darius’s car. I was trying to untangle my legs from Darius’s, but it’s really hard to get out of a straddle position with grace. Darius grabbed me before I impaled myself on the gearshift between us. “I was just playing. Calm down!”

  “Boy!” I screamed, giggling and air-boxing with him. “You play too much!”

  “Don’t hurt yourself now,” Darius laughed, helping me out of my door and rubbing my head.

  Alicia’s barbecue was a blur of frus—excitement. I was glad that his parents didn’t choose this weekend to visit—they know me too well and would have been able to read my face. It was hard to act normal when Darius brushed against me every time he could. When the food was ready, he pretended to drop his napkin beneath the table. On his knees, he hiked my skirt up and began to nibble and suck on my clit. I didn’t know whether to scoot away or stay where I was when I felt his warm tongue lapping at my slit. I felt every second pass as I struggled to keep my face normal, belying all that was going on down there. Darius stopped—as was the norm today—and got back in his seat, waving his napkin like a flag. “Found it!” I blushed.

  When I was finished eating, I decided to play with Alicia’s kids. I knew Darius wouldn’t mess with me around the little ones. Alicia’s daughters were teaching me how to keep my hula hoop from falling when I caught Darius’s eye from across the yard. His gaze narrowed as if the weight of wanting me was resting on top of his eyelids. When he licked first his top lip, then his bottom lip, I lost concentration and dropped the hoop, to the little one’s dismay.

  “That wasn’t no long time at all!” Tadra said.

  “I know. Let me try one more time,” I said, turning away from Darius’s distracting eyes.

  But Darius wouldn’t be put off. I heard him yell to Alicia, “We’ll wash the dishes!”

  Alicia got up from the patio chair and put her hands on her hips, yelling across the yard. “Uh-uh, Dee! Don’t be dragging that girl in the kitchen like this is Atlanta Housewives or some shit. You see she’s doing something! Those dishes will get washed in the morning.”

  But Darius was already stacking all the serving platters and bowls. I loved the serious look that seemed to take over his whole face when he was in the middle of some project. He looked calculating and focused, his thick brows furrowed, his bottom lip tucked in. “It’s okay, Alicia!” I yelled back. “Dee knows I’m nobody’s housewife. Besides, Tadra’s about to beat me up if I drop this hula hoop one more time.”

  I followed Darius to the kitchen where he was running water in the sink. When he heard the side door creak open, he turned off the water and dried his hands on his shirt. He was on me in seconds, his hands buried in my hair, his mouth searching out my own.

  “Janae, I’ve been wanting you all day. I can’t keep this up.”

  I put my hands inside his shirt, feeling the expanse of his back before I moved around to the front to rub all over his abs and chest. I put my hand over his heart and felt the quickening thud. “Umm, Darius. What about self-control?” I giggled as his hands found their way to my ass. He was cupping me and squeezing me just the way I liked and I reached inside his shorts to grab a feel for myself. Darius had a beautiful dick. I stroked the length of it, feeling its girth fill up my hand. I brushed my thumb over the tip, where his wetness told me that self-control was out the window.

  “I used all my self-control at your house.” Darius whispered in my ear. “Do you know how bad I wanted to lay you across that couch? You do something to me, Nae.”

  “What do I do?” I said, playing the game he’d played with me earlier in the car. “Tell me.”

  “If you wash the dishes, I’ll show you.” Darius pulled himself away from me and turned my body toward the sink.

  “Wait a minute. You said we would wash the dishes.”

  “We will,” Darius said, sliding down the front of the sink so that he was sitting and facing my dripping honeypot. “Now you’re the lookout. If you see anybody coming our way, you gotta let me know so I can get up.”

  “Okay,” I huffed, catching my breath as I felt his tongue move up and down the line of my slit. I was trying to keep my eyes on the window above the sink, which looked out over the whole yard. Alicia’s girls were still hula hooping; Alicia was in the middle of some story; her husband and his friends were playing spades; and Darius was making my love run down my legs. I didn’t know if I could stand any more and I almost fainted when I heard Darius’s gruff voice commanding me to wash the dishes as he gave my ass a quick, hard slap.

  I knew I’d get him back, and began to wash the dishes quickly, eyes on the yard. With his quick, darting tongue and his thick lips, Darius sent shivers from my toes to the nape of my neck. I broke his rule twice before I said, “I can’t take it, Darius. Not standing.” My legs felt like rubber as Darius pulled his head from under my skirt, face glistening with my cream.

  “You sure, babe?” He kissed my clit once through my dress for good measure.

  “I’m sure. Besides, the dishes are done. It’s time for you to dry them.” I winked, reaching out to help Darius to his feet.

  “Oh, word?” he asked, pretending nonchalance badly.

  I pushed his shorts past his hips, held his hardness in my hand and sank to my knees. “Word. Now dry the dishes.” My command wasn’t as believable as Darius’s, but it did the job. I flicked my tongue ov
er the tip of Darius’s dick, holding the base tightly in my hand. When I eased the length of it down my throat, I heard a dish clatter above my head. I smiled. “You okay?”

  “Janae.” I continued to deep-throat Darius, making sure I wet his dick from base to tip. Then I pulled away and began to stroke it, slick as it now was with my own spit. I was stroking Darius and sucking the head of his penis, my mouth meeting my hands so that no part of Darius was untouched. More dishes clanked and fell, and Darius’s hips were bucking with every movement of my tongue. With my other hand, I cupped Darius’s balls, pulling and releasing the tender flesh. Darius’s moans were becoming deeper and longer and precum was seeping from the head of his penis. I lapped at it and swallowed before I pulled away, devilishly plotting to get him back for what he’d been doing all day.

  “You done with the dishes, Dee?” I said, standing up and smiling sweetly. Darius’s pants were still around his hips where I’d left them when I freed his dick from them. I reached around him and pulled them all the way up, giving his ass a squeeze for good measure.

  Darius laughed. “Touché. Well played.” His hands, smelling like Joy dishwashing liquid, were on the sides of my face as he leaned in and began to kiss me—slowly at first and then with all the passion that we had built throughout the day. I was sucking and biting on his bottom and top lip and he was doing the same to me. His hands moved down my body, massaging every part of me until I thought I would scream. When I felt his hands cup my ass, I buried my face in his neck, where his cologne had mixed with the day’s sweat.

  “I can’t take it!” I raked my nails up and down his back. “Darius, I want you so bad right now. Let’s quit playing.”

  “What you want me to do?” Darius asked, his hands still kneading my behind, his stiffness pressed against my pulsing clit.

  “Quit playing.”

  “Am I playing?” He bent down and began to suck my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. I heard the sounds of the barbecue behind me and I began to get nervous because we’d both stopped keeping watch.

  “Yes!” I hissed. Darius was starting his happy trail again, and he’d reached my belly button. “You know we can’t do it here.”

  Darius stood up and began to look around. “Follow me.” I wasn’t sure that I could walk on my trembling legs, but I held on to Darius’s hand and let him lead me into the basement.

  “Won’t they come looking for us?”

  “They’re drunk.” Darius laughed. “They ain’t looking for nobody.”

  It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark room, but when they did, I saw boxes stacked against the wall. We were in Alicia’s storage closet, and Darius’s hands were under my dress again. I lifted Darius’s T-shirt over his head and began my own happy trail down to my prize. I held the weight of him in my hand while I sucked and licked the tip of his dick, drawing circles with my tongue. I put its full, salty length in my mouth, bracing myself against the boxes. Darius tilted his head toward the ceiling, groaning. I pulled away so that I could push his shorts down over his ankles. Darius lifted my chin with his fingers and began to kiss me, talking between kisses.

  “Now what did you say you wanted me to do?” He’d unzipped my dress and was pulling the straps off my shoulders.

  “I want you to quit playing with me.” I moaned as he massaged my breast and began to suck my nipple. His left hand found my wetness and he began to stroke my clit.

  “Am I playing now?” Darius entered one, then two fingers inside my wet hole, stroking upward until he felt the ridged flesh that was my G-spot.

  “No, baby.” My head was spinning; I closed my eyes and continued to stroke Darius with my hand.

  “And now?” He’d cocked one leg back and was hitting my spot with more speed and force, bending to lick and suck my clit intermittently.

  “No, but Darius…”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “I want to feel you now.” My head was about to explode. I’d already cum once and Darius was working on the second wave. “Now, Darius. Please.” I backed up against the boxes, trying to escape the heat of his mouth, the strength of his fingers. I reached for his dick that was standing at attention.

  “You sure?”

  “Positive.” Darius always waited until I asked for it. He rifled through his shorts looking for his condom. I held my breath in anticipation until I saw the gold pack. We locked eyes as he rolled the Magnum down until it rested at the base of his beautiful dick. He slid to his knees and began to suck my clit again, dipping lower to lap at the juices, then coming back up to suck some more.

  “Please, Darius,” I whined, reaching for his ass and spreading my legs. I wanted him inside me.

  “I just want to taste you.”

  “I want to feel you, Dee.”

  “You sure?”

  “Now.”

  I was standing against the boxes, legs spread and ready for Darius. He paused for a moment that felt like an hour, then pressed the head of his dick into my dripping slit. I thought I would pass out as I felt him stretching me, easing into my wetness. I pulled at his hips, but he wouldn’t go deeper.

  “Please, Dee.” But he kept pulling out and pushing in, stopping at a shallow depth.

  “Can I go deeper?” he growled.

  “God, yes.”

  Darius pushed himself deeper inside me, brushing against my spot so that I covered my own mouth to keep from screaming with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Darius’s waist, determined to hold him there. He began to stroke me slowly, and I felt every hard inch of him bathed in my wetness.

  “Janae, you feel so good.” He kept his strokes slow and even, then gradually picked up speed. “So good.”

  I leaned forward to kiss him, tightening my legs for balance. We danced tongues as he stroked me and massaged my ass. Still hard inside me, Darius carried me to the other side of the storage room where a table stood in the corner. With one arm, Darius swept the boxes off the table, laying me down gently onto it. I thought I would cum then, but I was afraid to tell him, lest he pull out. I bit my lip, which was always my giveaway to Darius, who watched my every movement.

  “Don’t worry, Nae. I ain’t playing this time.” Darius picked up speed and began to stroke upward, hitting all the right spots. His left arm was beneath my head and he began to rub my clit with his right hand. “I’m not going to stop until you cum.”

  “Darius!” I was rising, almost at the point of no return. “Ooh, Dee…I’m gonna cum!” He continued to hit my spot and I felt myself stretching to accommodate his thick dick while his hand made magic on my clit. He was stroking and rubbing, stroking and rubbing until I burst, legs shaking, hips jerking uncontrollably. I closed my eyes tight to ride out the wave while Darius kept stroking, slower now. When I opened my eyes, he was still staring at me with the same intensity, still hard inside me.

  “Again?” he asked, thumb pressed against my clit. I nodded, all words lost with the last orgasm. “Can I put you on your belly?” I nodded again as Darius eased himself out of me. My pussy began to spasm as if protesting the void he’d left. I rolled over on the table, facedown, ready for round two.

  I felt Darius’s hand beneath my chin. “I want to see you, Nae. Your eyes make me cum.” I was growing wetter with every word. I strained my neck to look at Darius as he entered me from behind, sliding easily into my dripping pussy.

  “Umm, Janae, umm,” Darius moaned over and over, and I could tell he was near his own orgasm. I tilted my hips up so that Darius’s stroke hit me in the right spot. I began to shake as I rode out my third or fourth orgasm of the day—I’d stopped counting.

  “I’m coming, Darius.”

  “Me too, love.” I came and I froze, Darius’s last word resounding in my mind. Love? I felt Darius’s hips shake and his strokes became erratic, losing all their rhythm. He collapsed against me, stroking slower now and holding both my breasts in his hand. Love? After a moment, Darius pulled out and turned me over, kissing the space between my bre
asts before he laid his head there. Love? I played with his hair with one hand, stroked his back with the other. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe it was a nickname with the same power as “baby” or “honey.” I didn’t know. What I did know was that I was suddenly afraid, the weight of what we’d been doing the past week as heavy as Darius was, collapsed onto my small frame.

  “They’ll be looking for us,” I whispered, stirring beneath him. Darius got up, interrogating me with his eyes.

  “Something’s wrong.”

  “No, it’s not. You were good, baby. I like your all-day game.” I tried to smile and hide my fear.

  “Something’s wrong and I know it.” Darius was stepping into his shorts, pulling his shirt down over his head. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?”

  “No, Darius. I would tell you.” I stepped into my white dress, pulled the straps onto my shoulders. Darius came behind me to zip up my dress, then kissed me at the nape of my neck.

  “You promise?” He kissed both my shoulders. I nodded, unable to lie to my friend. Friend?

  When we got upstairs, the sun had left the sky, leaving pink footprints in its wake. Alicia and her friends were still in the same place, her husband and his still playing cards. The girls were on to some other game, the hula hoops discarded in the yard. Alicia walked us to the door as we said our good-byes to the others. She was standing on her porch as Darius opened first my door, then his. He started the car.

  “Y’all nasty!” Alicia laughed, waving as we pulled away. I laughed too, embarrassed and feeling dangerous. Darius’s hand found my own as we drove toward my place.

  WHEN THE RIVER

  Leone Ross

  Once upon a time Rosemarie met a man of integrity. He was six foot two inches of gentle, with warm blue eyes and a fiancée.

  They met in a hotel in an old European country, he on business, she on business and neither intending anything more carnal than the breeze tickling the edges of the grand, oily building. Her room was bigger than her apartment back home—the management had converted ancient stables—and sometimes she thought she could hear the grunting of horses in the walls and their stamping feet at night waking her up.