by Weber, Carl
Ever since the night I met Cain, I’d been doing a lot of thinking, and I’d gained a new perspective about my life. It was time for me to stop being a goddamn doormat. I’d spent the better part of the last three years helping to build Cheap Sam’s. I’d had a hand in almost everything that was on the sales floor. It was too much for me to give up and walk away without anything to show for it, so now I was back—back to claim what was rightfully mine.
“Hey, snap out of it,” Cain whispered from behind me. “Get your head out your ass. You’ve got a job to do, remember?”
“You’re right. Sorry about that,” I whispered as Sam’s pimply-faced son walked out of what should have been my office. I’d gotten caught up in the moment and almost forgotten my objective.
“You can apologize later. We’ve got work to do now. You ready? Because there’s no turning back after this.”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied with a nod, then moved quickly toward the center of the showroom. Although it was almost closing time, I was surprised that no one had even looked in our direction.
I pulled out two handguns I had tucked away in my overcoat.
“All right, ladies and gentlemen!” Cain announced as he revealed the sawed-off shotgun he’d been hiding. “This is a robbery! Hit the floor or get shot. The choice is yours.”
He fired one warning round into the ceiling, and all of a sudden, everything we’d talked about and planned was no longer idle chitchat but reality. We were actually robbing my former employer with real guns, and people were screaming in fear. I had expected to be nervous, but surprisingly, I felt a surge of power pumping through my body. It was a euphoria like I’d never felt before.
I walked over and looked down at Sam Junior, who was cowering on the floor like a little bitch. I bet he wished Daddy hadn’t made him manager now. I kicked the little prick in the ribs twice for good measure and laughed, only stopping when Cain swiveled his head in my direction, reminding me once again that we were there for a reason other than my personal vendetta. I had a job to do. As Cain patrolled the showroom floor, I made sure my mask was secure over my face, then headed directly to the counter in the back. I spotted Jerri lying facedown on the floor in front of her desk, and I was momentarily distracted by the roundness of her ass. I couldn’t help but imagine her on all fours with me hittin’ it from the back. When I noticed that she was shaking, I sort of felt bad. I had this strange urge to apologize to her for cursing her out when I quit. It wasn’t her fault that those pricks had made the mistake of passing me over.
“You got the money?” Cain barked from the center of the store.
I didn’t answer, but I did force myself to focus on the job at hand. I could have stared at Jerri’s ass all day, but I wasn’t there to sightsee. I was there to get paid. There’d be plenty of time for pussy when I got back to Cain’s place and hooked up with Holly and the other girls.
“Get up,” I commanded, but Jerri didn’t move. “I said, ‘Get up’!” I repeated, tapping her firm, round ass with my foot. She looked up at me as if to confirm that I was indeed speaking to her before she made a move. “I said, ‘Get up’!”
“Okay, okay,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t shoot me,” she begged as she got off the floor.
“Let’s go,” I demanded, nudging her along with my guns until we were in front of the safe. “Open it!”
“Okay.” Her hands trembled as she tried to put in the combination. Her first attempt was a bust.
“Open the goddamn safe, or I’ll blow your pretty fucking head off,” I said to give her some incentive to hurry.
“I’m trying! I’m a little nervous,” Jerri cried out. She turned around and looked at me. “Please don’t kill me.”
“Open up the safe.” I pointed both barrels at her, and she got the message. She quickly swiveled back to the safe, this time opening it successfully.
I removed the duffel bag from my shoulder and threw it on the ground at her feet. “Now put the money in the bag.” She wasted no time following my orders. The sense of power I got from that was incredible. “Back down on the ground. Facedown.”
“You got the money?” I heard Cain yell again from the floor.
I left Jerri on the floor and ran back up front, lifting the bag to show Cain. “Got it.”
He nodded, and I could imagine the smile he had under his mask. “Good. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
We gave one last order for everyone to stay on the ground for the next ten minutes, and then we headed to the door. I noticed Cain make a move to lift his mask, but I grabbed his arm.
“No, not yet. The cameras are still on us,” I warned, jerking my head upward to draw his attention to the camera above the exit. He pulled his mask back down, and we headed out to the getaway car.
“Hell yeah! We did it!” I shouted as we drove out of the parking lot toward the first of several car switches we would make in the next few hours.
“How much you think we got?”
I looked down at the bag, opening it so he could see the cash inside. “I’d say it’s about thirty grand.”
“Thirty grand?” Now that his mask was off, I could see the huge smile on his face. “Man, that was ingenious. I never thought about robbing a furniture store on a Sunday night.”
“Like I told you, they don’t make deposits until Monday, so you get the whole weekend’s take. You’d be surprised how many people around here pay cash or use layaway, especially around the first of the month.”
“Like I said, Avery, you’re a fucking genius. I told you all you had to do was think positive and start living like you’re dying.”
“Yeah, you sure did.”
“So, how do you feel?” he asked. “Gave you a sense of power, didn’t it?” He didn’t even wait for my answer. “Man, sometimes when I’m standing there with my gun in hand, I almost feel like I’m high off the adrenaline rush.”
I sat there and stared at my partner in crime.
“What’s wrong?” Cain asked. “Why you looking at me like that?”
“I don’t know. A little overwhelmed, I guess.” I looked down into the bag of money. “It’s just that that day on the bridge, when you told me it was time to change my life… hell, even when you invited me over your house with the girls and started talking that ‘live like you’re dying’ crap, I had no idea we’d end up doing armed robberies.”
“First of all, it’s not crap. It’s a way of life.” He actually sounded angry. “Secondly, your life, my life—both of our lives—ended on that bridge. We were as good as dead. Now look at us.” Cain reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a fistful of money. “Tell me you didn’t feel alive in there, Avery. Tell me the adrenaline that was pumping through your veins back there didn’t make your dick hard. Tell me you ain’t got thirty or forty thousand reasons to live.”
This time Cain waited for my reply. I stared at the money. It would definitely make a difference in my life. “Well, partner…” I took out a handful of cash. “Looks like change done come,” I said with a smile.
“And it ain’t chump change either,” Cain said, and we rode into the night, laughing all the way.
Connie
21
I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, but I wasn’t anywhere near sleep. I was dreaming, though—daydreaming about that kiss Daryl had planted so expertly on my lips. As a matter of fact, I had been replaying it for almost a week: the soft caress of his lips and his tongue connecting and intermingling with my mine. Just thinking about it had me so warm inside I felt like I was going to melt. I’d never been kissed like that before—not my first kiss, not my prom kiss, and damn sure not my wedding-day kiss. To say that it was magical would not be exaggerating. It was the most accurate description I could come up with. The memory of that kiss had the power to erase the pain of my failing marriage. Whenever I felt myself getting sad about Avery, I let my imagination wander back to Daryl, and then I felt all right.
I
sat up in bed and touched my lips, wishing that I could do more than fantasize about Daryl’s kisses. I recalled the words he’d spoken when I asked for a second kiss: “going any further could complicate things.” Oddly enough, instead of feeling rejected, I’d felt protected, like Daryl was stopping me from doing something I might regret. Still, I was a big girl, and what would it hurt to get one more kiss?
I pulled the covers off and got out of bed. I threw on a robe, slid my feet into my slippers, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Then I strode over to Daryl’s apartment and knocked on the door. I was a woman on a mission.
As the seconds ticked by and I waited for him to answer the door, I started second-guessing myself. All of a sudden I felt naked standing there at his doorstop. I looked around and prayed no one saw me, a married woman, visiting a man other than her husband—in her pajamas.
I tightened my robe and mumbled to myself, “This better be worth it.” I’d barely gotten the sentence out of my mouth when Daryl’s door cracked open.
“Connie?” His eyes were half-opened and he stifled a yawn. Obviously I had woken him up. He peeked his head out the door, then looked at me again. I could tell by the way he wrinkled his brow that it had dawned on him that I was in my nightgown. He asked, “Is everything all right?”
“Everything is fine. You don’t have company, do you?” If he had another woman in there, I was going to be pissed. I know I didn’t have a right to be, but I’d still be pissed.
“No, just me.”
“Can I come in?”
“Um, yeah, sure.”
I stepped forward, practically forcing my way past him.
“What’s up? What’s going on?” he asked, looking at my pajamas again.
I didn’t know how to say it other than to be direct. “I came here to finish what you started the other day.”
I think it took a minute for my words to register, but then his blank look transformed into wide-eyed surprise. “Connie, I already told you I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” he reasoned. “You’d had a fight with your husband. I had a bad breakup with the woman I was seeing. We were both feeling abandoned and vulnerable. I never should have taken advantage of that situation. I’m sor—”
“Will you stop making excuses and kiss me?” I stepped up to Daryl and wrapped my arms around his neck, looking into his eyes as I leaned my head toward his. I watched for his reaction to see if there was any resistance. When I saw none, I went for it. I pressed my lips against his.
I kept it brief this first time with a short, gentle kiss. When I pulled away, I searched his face once again for any type of resistance. His features had relaxed, and I took that as a sign to keep going. I kissed him again, this time slipping in my tongue.
Daryl took a step closer, simultaneously pressing his body against mine and closing the door. What I felt poking me was not resistance. Let’s make that clear.
His reaction only excited me more. I deepened our kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue and caressing the back of his head. His hardening manhood had my juices damn near dripping. All of this just from a kiss.
I felt him reach down to untie my robe, and suddenly I was no longer the one in the driver’s seat. Oh, shit, I thought, I only came here for a kiss. I swear that’s all I had planned on doing, but as I felt him cupping his hand over my private area, I knew I was about to get more than I’d bargained for. I was going to step over the line and become a cheating wife.
“Ohhh, Daryl.” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as he massaged the wetness through my underwear and placed little kisses all along my neck.
He paused for a minute and looked in my eyes. “You sure about this?”
At this point, my heart was racing and every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. There was no turning back now. “I’m still here. Is that a good enough answer for you?”
A smile crept across his face. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as if he was thinking, Okay then, you asked for it.
The next thing I knew, Daryl was removing my robe and slipping my underwear down my legs. I stood there in my gown, praying he didn’t try to lift that over my head. I’d lost a few pounds but not enough that I could stand naked in front of him and not feel self-conscious.
To my relief, Daryl only lifted my gown. Then to my utter shock, he lifted me off my feet. In a move I wouldn’t have thought possible, he kneeled down and positioned my legs around his shoulders, and then he stood up, sliding me up the door. My head damn near hit the ceiling as I secured my thick legs around his neck and shoulders.
I heard him inhale and then exhale with an “Ummmm. You smell so good.”
“Thank—” was all I could get out before he began licking, kissing, sucking, and slurping. From my spot on his shoulders, I felt like I was floating on air, getting licked and sucked on like a lollipop.
He took a break only long enough to say, “Ummmmm, and you taste good too.”
I had no idea how this brotha was doing it, but he damn sure was doing it well. He had all this woman midair, using his tongue to pleasure me while he rubbed my ass cheeks like he was kneading dough. Never, ever, not never, ever, ever, ever had a man made me feel like this, and I was going to take full advantage of it.
I grabbed the back of his head like he was a steering wheel and I was the driver. It wasn’t like the man was lost and didn’t know where he was going, but just like a woman passenger, I still had to do a little backseat driving and guide him. It was my pleasure. It was my fantasy come true, only it was even better than I’d imagined it would be.
“Say it.” I would have gladly complied, but I had no idea what he was talking about. “Say it,” he ordered once again.
“Say what?” I asked, barely able to speak clearly.
“Say the word I’m spelling in your pussy.”
That’s when I realized that there was an art to what he was doing between my legs. He was meticulously using his tongue to place letters on my kitty kat.
There went the D, I realized with a moan.
Now the A.
“Ummmm.”
The R.
“Ahhhhhh.”
The Y.
A huge grin spread across my lips, and I had to bite down on one of my fingers to keep myself from screaming.
The L.
“Daryl,” I moaned, but I guess it wasn’t loud enough.
“What’s my name?” he demanded, his tongue still working its magic.
“Daryl,” I cried out happily as he began sucking my clit. “Daryl! Daryl! Daryl! Daryl! Dar—” I exploded in orgasm. He sucked up all my juices like we’d taken a lap around the park and he was thirsty.
Even though he’d done all the work, I felt like I’d finished a workout as well. I was drained.
He slid me back down, allowing me to place my feet on the ground.
Breathing heavily, he managed to get out, “Say it again. What’s my name?”
I was leaning against the door frame, still trying to catch my breath too. “Daryl,” I whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.
He gave me a peck on the cheek and took my hand. I melted. This man was a dream. It couldn’t have been real. Men didn’t know how to make women feel that way. At least I’d never met one who had.
Daryl had made me feel so good, and it was only fair that I returned the sentiment. I kissed him, tasting myself in his mouth as I pushed him over to the couch.
“Take ’em off,” I said playfully, snapping the waistband of his pajamas. He removed his T-shirt, and for a minute I was unable to do anything but stare at his muscular torso, covered in tattoos. I’d never been with a man with so much ink, and even though I didn’t need any more encouragement, it was a real turn-on.
He stood with his calves up against the couch and slid his pajamas down to his ankles. I literally gasped at the size of his Johnson. He was all man—more man than I’d ever been with—but I didn’t let that stop me.
I nudged his chest gently and
he fell back onto the couch. We got the formalities out of the way quickly when he sent me into his bedroom to get a condom out of his nightstand. I was so wet from his tongue workout that after I put his condom on, I slid down effortlessly onto his mini–baseball bat and went to work, rolling my hips back and forth, fast. I wasn’t about to play around with it. It felt too good to waste time being timid.
I wanted to give him the same kind of rush he’d given me. I went up and down, back and forth… hell, I even went sideways, and his dick curved right with me, as if it were a custom-made fit.
I heard him groan, and then he lifted his upper body slightly off the couch. I knew it was coming then, so I tightened up around him and bounced up and down like I was on a pogo stick. “Damn, woman,” he said as he pulled me down hard on him.
But that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to hear him. “Say it,” I ordered. “Say it.”
“Connie. Oooooh, Connie, baby.” He said it like I was his. Like he was mine. He said it over and over, and every time he said my name, I went faster and harder until I felt him explode inside of me. I shuddered, feeling my own delicious orgasm as he pulsated inside of me.
He had his head leaned back and his eyes closed, and he wore a smile on his face. He looked happy and satisfied, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I’d come twice, and he was still on number one, so I was ready to get down on my knees and get started on his second round. I made a move to climb off his lap.
He put a hand on my arm and said, “No, lay here for a minute.”
I wish I could say that after two A-plus orgasms I had lost all my inhibitions, but that wasn’t the case. I was not about to put all my weight on top of this man and lay there.
He must have sensed my insecurity, because he helped me up, moved his body as far back against the couch as he could, and then patted the spot in front of him. “Come on, lay down.”