From what Charyn told her during the late-night spades game, Deven loved taking chances, but calculated all probabilities first. But once he tallied up the risks, he didn’t care if the cards were stacked against him. He was happy to take suicidal risks, as long as he knew what he was facing. He had attended several notable colleges, and had a PhD in some computer science. Both loved sex, but hated relationships. Both were smarter than people would perceive based on their appearances.
Charli was underestimated for several reasons. She was beautiful, black, and female. She presented herself as a hood debutante, beautiful but not brainy, and most never understood her or her quick wit. Most seeing Deven would underestimate him, also. Considering he presented himself as a surfer bum to the world, with the way he casually treated life, most never saw the real man beneath. A lover of extreme sports, he tried anything from BMX bikes to parasailing, the textbook quintessential adrenaline junkie.
When Makenzie pulled back from her woolgathering, she heard snippets of bickering. The pair of them spat volleys, arguing currently about the merits of yolks and whites in baking. Of all the things to fuss or complain about, she thought.
She attempted to diffuse the argument, reminding them she needed to pick up her rental. They fussed out the door anyway, and when the party of four reached the drive, they split up. Charyn tugged her toward the ’cuda, leaving Charli and Deven to follow in the Hummer.
She drove at Charyn’s request, as he was very interested to see how she handled the car on open road. Complying, she took the tiny loop on the ramp to the highway, even though it wasn’t needed to go across town. Switching into a higher gear, she pushed the engine, becoming a black blur headed for Highway 74. She hit the exit for Leland and whipped back in the other direction. The horses rumbled, revealing a land-bound jet in hiding. When they looped past the battle-station memorial, she slowed down. This was a favored hiding spot for state troopers, and she didn’t want to lose her license for reckless driving.
Mak sighed, loving the engine’s feel purring around her, under her. Taking a right, she rode MLK Boulevard back to the middle of town. When they reached Market Street, she pulled into the rental company lot. The side trip took only an extra seven minutes, due to the powerful machinery and her quick handling. She looked at Charyn, who was grinning from ear to ear, his wide smile making her responding one loose and giddy. He leaned toward her, looking at the glossy shine of her ripe mouth. She chewed the lip slightly, prompting him.
“You don’t know how good you look. Sex incarnate, makes me want to take you right here.”
Mak was lost, didn’t know where he was coming from, and she said as much. “Charyn, as much as I love what you just said, it made not a lick of damn sense.”
He laughed at that. “Yes, you do.” He took her hand, moving it to the front of his pants, the right leg bulged over with his erection. “You feel that? That’s from watching you drive. I hope you fuck me the same.”
His words stole her breath, her tongue. She didn’t know what to say. Mak put her foot in her mouth with her response. “I’ll try.”
“You’re that innocent, aren’t you? You don’t have to try to be seductive, Makenzie. That’s the beauty of it. You are sensual, and everything you do screams it.”
Flabbergasted, she went mute. Eyes wide, she put her hand on the door, thinking to climb out.
He clasped her arm, preventing her escape. “You don’t get to walk away now, you know that right? Before this morning, you got that choice. But you gave me control, and now you have to try to make this work. Us work.”
“Isn’t that my line?” Mak’s tone was dry, her words rhetorical.
“Nope. Your line is, you’re right, Charyn. We have to make it work for the sake of the children.” His voice was a high falsetto, mocking feminine tones.
Makenzie was laughing before she knew it, squeaking, “Children?”
“Yep, like the ones we would have made this morning, had Dev not walked in. You got saved by the bell.”
“I’m on the shot, Charyn, to help with my monthlies. I didn’t think you would remember that. It was really early in the morning. I just thought we would use them next time. So…”
“It wouldn’t matter? Makenzie Stafford-Johns. That was the only time my cock has touched a pussy naked. I’m not going to forget that.”
“Never? Not even after a frat-boy kegger? Even the morning after, early when you’re both half asleep?”
“Nope. Didn’t like keggers much. No woman has ever slept at my house overnight, just my mom and you.”
“But you’re so experienced. I would have thought…”
“That I take chances with my life? I’m not really that type of man. I leave the daredevil antics to Dev. But make no mistakes, Makenzie. I am far from virgin, just careful.”
“Wow, I’ve only had one lover.”
“Just one? I knew it wasn’t many, but one?”
“Yep, and we barely were together. Maybe once a month for the year we were together.” She felt her face flare up with heat, a hint around the cheeks and neck.
His eyes seeking hers, Charyn tilted her chin, brushing her lips with his. She parted her mouth, tasting his lower lip. Backing away, she touched his lips with two fingers. He licked the digits, sucking finger pads, just enough to sear the taste of her on his tongue. She grunted at him, jerking the fingers back.
The phone rang out in a Coltrane ringtone, breaking the silence. It was Charyn’s, coming from the HTC at his hip. His greeting was brusque, voice barking at the device, “Moreland.”
It was Deven, sitting in the SUV next to them. Charyn put the phone on speaker, looking at Mak with a half-grin on his lips.
“Dang, you are a horny little bastard.” Deven and Charli were laughing, sounds pealing in the close confines of the console.
“You know, my parents were married when they spawned me.” Charyn pointed at himself.
“Blast it, you’re right.” Deven again.
“Makenzie’s not going to use the rental.” Charyn made the choice for her, never asking.
“Okay, so what’s next then?”
“Want your bike?”
“Yeah. Be nice to get out of your guzzler. It’s almost on E now.” Deven slapped his knees.
“You’re a damn liar, I just filled it this morning.” He gave his brother a rude gesture, to which they both chuckled.
“Okay, okay, so what if it runs on vegetable oil? But we don’t all have to ride back. I can leave the Hummer in the garage. Makenzie can drop you off later.”
A shuffling over the mouthpiece let them know the phone changed hands. Charli said, “Imma see you later, Dev is going to take me for a spin on his bike. Keep me posted.”
The phone hung up, and Mak pulled hers out, dialing the rental company as she backed out. She cancelled the reservation and drove away.
“Where to?”
“How about the movies? We didn’t get to see one last night,” Charyn offered.
She made a U-turn at the next light, engine purring.
Chapter 11:
Run Rabbit Run
Makenzie loved the movies, and this trip was no exception. Charyn bought the tickets from his phone app, and they walked in with no wait. They bought too much popcorn, drinks that were big enough to send them to the bathroom midway, and several boxes of sour gummies. After getting seats in the far back corner, they arranged the snacks, using her large bag to weigh the extra seat down.
“I’m glad your bag weighs a ton. Otherwise we’d have to sit with this food in our laps.”
Makenzie scoffed, “Stop bad-mouthing my bag, it saved your lap.”
He snickered in response. The theater was practically empty, but there were pockets of people in singles and doubles, seated willy-nilly. He took her hand, rubbing her fingers as the movie started. His thumb was always busy, stroking the clasp of their fingers, her wrists, and the delicate center of her palm. The movie was a comedy, and they both found many jokes mutua
lly laughable. By the end, they both ate and drank too much and took their leave once the room lit back up.
Walking out hand in hand, they split up, each going to their respective bathroom. When Makenzie finished, she walked out, looking at the door of the men’s room. She heard a racial epithet, the tone scathing and slurred to the left of her. When she looked over, she saw two trashy men looking at her, one even rude enough to point in her direction. Both appeared to be drunk, had to be lushes, considering the time of day. Infuriated, she was more than ready to smack the smirks off the rednecks’ faces. Before she could give either of them a piece of her mind, a firm hand clasped her upper arm.
* * * *
Charyn saw the look on her face when he exited the bathroom and knew something was wrong. Makenzie’s beautiful eyes were squinty, anger written on her face and in her stance. He strode over, fists clenched. He jumped in front of her, looking at the pair of losers, the racist bullies sagging when they saw him towering over them both. They backed up, no words needed. He spoke to them so they would never think to speak to a woman, especially his, that way again. “If you see me again, you’d better run before I see you.” They did just that, scurrying away just as the rats they were.
He watched Makenzie walk away in a huff, angry and ready to punch someone or something’s lights out. She strode out the door muttering angry retorts, cursing under her breath, leaving him to run after her. Others patrons had heard her, and Charyn saw how they looked nervously around as she stomped past.
The feminine espadrilles sounded like clogs, her steps were so heavy. Charyn was practically chasing her across the lot, and her legs moved twice for each step he took. When she reached the ’cuda, she climbed in, putting the car in gear. Charyn barely made it in the car before she started pulling back from the space. He strapped his seatbelt, and she did the same. He could see she needed to burn the anger off, and he would help her.
He gave her directions to a backwater town near Person County, where the majority of occupants were animals and they outnumbered humans a hundred to one. She pushed the engine hard, gas pedal touching the floorboard. She hit a hundred, and the car growled, hungry for more gas, and she gave it, holding the pedal steady. When the car broke one twenty, she eased the gas off and coasted to a more respectable ninety. The car slowed further, and she stopped in the middle of nowhere, car canted sideways in the road. She looked at Charyn, a glint in her eye telling him she was ready.
Ready for him, and all that it may mean. Smiling, she jumped out of the car, cocking her brow at him through the windshield. He stepped out, crossing in front of her. They hopped in, Charyn now in the driver’s seat. He spun a one-eighty in the road, tires screaming on the black top. He shifted gear, and the car purred. The transitions through each gear were so seamless, the car never so much as coughed during his up or down shifts. He made the forty-minute drive in eighteen minutes, two minutes less than the time it took Mak going there. When they got to Wilmington, he asked, “My place or yours?”
“Surprise me.”
When they pulled in her driveway, he opened the door for her.
“We are staying at my house. But I brought you home to get some things you may need overnight.”
“Why your place?”
“Less people to hear you scream tonight. Unless you want Charli to hear you come all night.”
“I’m not that loud, dang.”
“Yes you are. I’d have to gag you every night if we lived in the city.”
Mak gulped audibly. “Every night? Dunno about that, maybe once a week?”
“I bet you’re wet right now. I know my cock is hard, and it happens at least once a day. If I get it up, your job is to get it down.”
“You are dumb as a box of rocks.”
“But I really like your box, Makenzie.” Charyn placed emphasis on the word box, and Mak shivered.
He couldn’t wait. She had no idea what he was going to do to her, with her, tonight. Charyn found himself pacing the length of the hallway, waiting for her to pack. If he were with Tami still, just putting together one outfit would take an hour. Even that would be with his prodding her along.
Makenzie seemed to be simpler with her attire. She really didn’t need or use all of the things that Tami put so much stock in. During one weekend trip to visit his mom, she carried eight jars of facial cream. What in the world is someone going to do with that much face goop? Charyn thought ruefully, shaking his head at the old memory.
* * * *
Makenzie watched Charyn pace in circles, and the motions appeared impatient. But it was even sexier seeing him in motion. The view from the back was as good as the front, and, if pressed to choose a side, she had no idea which was better. Makenzie shook her head as she pulled down a small overnight bag, adding two pair of panties. One said “Tuesday” and the other said “Your name here.” Two wife-beater shirts, a pair of socks, a pair of rainbow plaid shorts, jeans, and a lone pair of Birkenstock slides. She took her facial soap and small makeup bag. Grabbing her scarf and some hair cream, she was ready to go.
She enjoyed the brief drive, the CD player working Coltrane’s greatest hits. She felt mellow, and by the time they arrived, she was almost done for. Her eyes drooped, the prior night’s short rest catching up to her. Charyn carried her inside, Mak proclaiming the whole walk that she wasn’t sleepy. But somehow, in the midst of being laid down, before she could open her mouth, she was in the arms of Morpheus.
Her dreams were hot, leaving her sweating in bed. Makenzie kicked at the covers surrounding her, needing air. In the vision she could see every detail, down to the small scar he had on his knee. They were the entertainment at Dojo, all eyes on them. She was spread-eagled on a chaise lounge, Charyn kneeling over her, while the voyeurs dined on the meal for the night, a mango chutney crostini served with jasmine rice and a stewed goat curry. The lesson was in cunnilingus. Spread out, her legs and arms were bound underneath, and she was open for all to see. She knew the blush that heated her face covered her body. She turned her head, the watched becoming the voyeur.
In her dream, she submitted to Charyn, and all seeing them knew she was mastered. Knew that she was bested at the universal, primal game they portrayed. She begged for the first stroke of tongue, ready to be taken. He spread her nether lips, licked her in one hot pass, collecting nectar on each taste bud as he went. He loved the taste of her, and based on her pealing cries of pleasure from his enthusiasm, all watching knew it. She cried out, needing more. He gave it to her under the gaze of the watchful eyes, sucking her clit in his mouth. She was pleading with him now, the watchers pulled under the spell with her. Makenzie saw almost all of the diners were in varied states of sexual congress.
The few who were not in the midst of coitus had finished and now watched from their different states of undress. A panting and replete couple of lesbians were naked and, seated to the left of her tent, leered at her. Another couple only bared the essentials, a spent semi-hard cock, pussy, breasts. Their night’s entertainment was an aphrodisiac, a Spanish fly, potent and drugging. The atmosphere absorbed it, as did all within the walls. She felt him move slightly, forearms now pinning her thighs open, a butterfly captured by the wings. She cried out, vulnerable, needy. He dove in, face planted firmly between her thighs. She was crying, unseeing, speared with tongue. He was sucking her dripping pussy, tongue funneling her honey into his waiting mouth.
In her dreams he spoke to her, his words heating her further.
Your pussy tastes so good, Makenzie. The first thing Charyn said to her.
I can’t wait to fuck you. His next words were spoken from between her wet thighs.
No part of her was left untouched or unmoved by his sensual handling of her. He used the juices dripping from her wet snatch to lubricate his fingers, and the digits made their way south, circling her anus. They probed at her and she screamed, needy for more.
Would you let me take you there? His question was rhetorical, and Makenzie didn’t respond to h
is query at first. But the pleasure from his fingers spearing her anal cavity required an acknowledgement, and she gave it.
Yes! Anything you want, take it! Makenzie screamed, and she was in a state of rapture, too far gone to be embarrassed by her own dark longings and desires.
* * * *
In the real world, Makenzie tossed and turned, the fitted sheet barely hanging to the oversize bed. Charyn watched her for a moment, attempting to will away his hard cock as he went downstairs, turning on the small side-table lamp. He picked up his earpiece and dialed Deven.
“Whadda you want, brother?” Deven asked, half asleep.
“You fucked her friend in my living room.”
“Damn you’re good.”
“I have eyes, numb nuts. You left ass and handprints on my door. If I plan on washing ass, it had better be mine or something mine. Be here by eight and clean my door, will ya?” Charyn requested drily.
“Okay, okay, gotcha, eight a.m. to wash ass door. Is that it?”
“Yeah, and by the way, how was it?”
“Damn close to the best I’ve ever had. Throw a wild cat in the river, and she’s what you would get.” Deven chuckled. “Put me to sleep. Later.”
He disconnected the line and locked the house up. Strolling to the bedroom, he stripped naked, clothes flung into the waiting hamper. The bed was a mass of crumpled sheets and scrunched up blankets with Makenzie now resting peacefully in the midst of chaos. He pulled the blanket down and climbed into bed, cupping his woman’s breast. The other cupped her pussy, her only modesty thin pink lace. He drifted into slumber, dreaming.
In Charyn’s dream, Makenzie was seated on his cock at Dojo, and everyone watched them. He fucked her without mercy, no pity. He took her so hard that in real life he would have broken her pelvis. She begged for more, whimpering. He gave it to her, throwing every ounce of himself into her pussy. She was screaming, all the patrons leering. He didn’t see anyone but her, and the vision of his cock emerging with each stroke from her juicy pussy. It felt so good, so real, Charyn awoke still cupping her mound, and the strength of his grip had two fingers breaking the lace crotch to lodge in the wet heat of her sex.
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