by Tamara Black
“I don’t think I can stay a long time,” she said, crossing her arms over her ample breasts.
“That’s fine. I’m not the greatest chef.” I laughed, trying to put her at ease. “Let’s go into the kitchen while I finish up.”
“You actually cook yourself?” she asked.
“Yes. Why?”
“I’m not an idiot. I looked you up online.”
“You believe everything you read on the internet?” I smiled.
“No, but I know you’re not ordinary rich.”
“So there’s an ordinary rich, huh?”
I walked over to the stove and checked the temperature on the spaghetti sauce. It was my grandmother’s recipe - simple, sweet and scrumptious.
“I don’t know. Just don’t think I’m going to strip naked for you in a moment’s notice.”
“Is that what you thought dinner was about?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Come taste this?” I asked.
After she walked over, I dipped a wooden spoon into the sauce and retrieves some.
“Careful, it’s hot,” I said as I moved it toward her face.
When she gently pursed her lips and blew air on the sauce, I thought I was going to drop the spoon. She leaned forward and swallowed some of the red sauce. Her eyes opened wide as her head bobbed up and down in pleasure.
“Good, right?”
“Not bad at all.”
“We can eat in here if you want. It’s less formal than the dining room.”
“Whatever you want.”
“I usually eat in here,” I said, pointing at the island in middle of the kitchen with stools standing against one side of it.
“You have everything ready,” she said, walking over to sit down.
“I like to be prepared.” I paused, wondering if I should push her a little. “Like that meeting earlier today.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “After thinking about it, I realize you know what you’re doing and I may have cost you a lot of money.”
“It’s fine. I overreacted.”
Our conversation turned to lighter matters as I brought the pasta and sauce over to the table. We both heaped a pile on our plates, along with buttered slices of fresh garlic bread I’d made earlier in the afternoon. I watched her face on the sly when she took her first bite.
“This is so good,” she said after swallowing.
“Thanks. I try. Actually, I think I’m better with deals than dinner.”
“Clever.”
We ate. A comfortable silence fell over the room. Once we were done eating, I told her to leave the dishes and led her to the study on the first floor, my favorite room in the house. The walls were lined with built-in shelves, all of them stocked with books. She walked to one of them and began looking at titles as I poured us each a glass of wine.
“Do you read a lot?” I asked, really wanting to ask her dirtier questions.
“Just for classes mostly.” She turned to me. “College takes up a lot of time.”
“Indeed. I remember those days fondly.”
I handed her a glass full of expensive red wind. After she took it, I held mine in the air. We clinked them together then drank.
“I have a confession to make,” she said after our first drink.
“Uh oh,” I said, hoping it wasn’t anything too terrible.
“It’s not bad. My parents are rich.” She paused, looking directly into my eyes. “Well, not rich like you, but they’re lower upper class for sure. I just thought you should know.”
A smile spread across my face as I relaxed. She was smart, sexy and obviously came from a really good background. I wanted to ask why she was having so much trouble paying for her college tuition, but I didn’t want to push into her private life too much.
“It’s so quiet in here,” she said suddenly. “Don’t you have any music? All that money and no stereo?”
She laughed, her voice like music flowing through the air.
“Hold on,” I said, walking over to grab a tablet.
After a few taps and swipes, some smooth R&B came on. I wasn’t sure of the artist or the song name, but it definitely set a nice mood in the room.
“Shall we dance?” I asked.
Before she could think about it or give me an answer, I slid up to her and put one arm around her waist. A moment later, we were dancing across the room in between all the shelves of knowledge. We both laughed, enjoying the moment. As soon as the song ended, we stopped. My arms were still around her. I pulled her close, planting a firm kiss on her lips.
I thought she would pull away, but she didn’t. The sweet, young woman kissed me back. In the back of my mind I told myself it was just because she knew I was a billionaire, but I pushed that aside and continued to kiss her passionately. Over the years I’d been with women of all races. To me, it was all about the individual woman and not the color of her skin.
Lela and I had really good chemistry from the first moment we came into contact on campus. She was younger than me, but we were on the same wavelength when it came to many aspects of life. Our shared passion of architecture was just one of the ways we made a good team. As I kissed her, my hand slipping down to cup her ass.
She pulled back. “Stop…”
I stepped away to give her space. “What’s wrong?”
“I…I have to go…”
Before I could say anything else, she rushed from the room. I followed her, but by the time I caught up she was already outside and headed toward her car. I stood on the front porch and watched her without yelling or causing a scene. Even if she never came back into my life, I didn’t regret kissing her. The moment had been right.
SEVEN
Lela
As soon as I drove away from his house, I regretted the way I’d run out on him. All he had done was kiss me, I reasoned to myself. After everything else he was trying to do to help me, I owed him an apology. Without a thought, I slowed down and made a U-turn, which was probably a bad idea in such a rich neighborhood. Before I got a hundred feet down the road, a police car lit up his lights.
I pulled over to the side of the road and reached over to get my registration papers. When I leaned over, I heard a voice over a loudspeaker tell me to sit up and put my hands on the dash. What the fuck? I thought to myself, but I complied. A moment later, two older white cops crept up to the car, each with a hand on their gun. Fuck this.
“I need you to get out of the car, ma’am. No sudden moves.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, knowing it was the wrong answer.
“Get out now or we’re going to remove you from the car,” the guy on the driver’s side of the car said.
When I reached down to open the door, he screamed, “Stop! Show me your hands!”
“How am I supposed to get out of the car?” I asked, oblivious to the routine.
“Hands out of the car. Slowly,” he yelled.
Just as I got out of the car, my hands raised over my head, Aaron pulled up in a brand new red Corvette. He made his way over, waving to the police. I stared at him and the officer as they talked. When they were done, the police walked back to their car. The whole scene made me mad on some level, but at the same time it was hot for him to get me out of trouble.
“Thanks,” I said. “How did you know?”
Did he come after me and see? I wondered.
“I have a service that alerts me to anything happening in a one mile radius of my house. It’s expensive, but it comes in handy.”
“Must be nice.”
“It is,” he said without apology.
“Thanks again. I was on my way back to apologize. You took me by surprise.”
“Come back with me.”
I was drawn to him. “Okay,” I said. “For a bit…”
We both drove back to his house. Once back inside, we went to an informal living room. He poured us each another glass of wine as I sat down on the comfortable leather couch. After he gave me my dr
ink, he turned on some soft music which spilled into the air from hidden speakers. He’s smooth, I thought to myself, sipping at the wine. Don’t get sloppy, girl.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Not much. What about you?”
“That kiss.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Without asking, he bent down and kissed me on the lips. His hands were soon all over my body. When I reached out and put my arms around his waist, I realized he was in shape. My shirt came off over my head. Next was my bra. His kisses moved lower. He sucked at one nipple then the other as I ran a hand through his hair. Pleasure rushed through my body.
After giving my breasts adequate attention, he got down on his knees in between my legs. With a little help from me, he took off my pants and panties. Totally naked, I leaned back on the couch, determined to relax and enjoy myself. He kissed my stomach, his tongue swirling lower and lower. When his chin brushed against my neatly trimmed mound of hair, I breathed in quickly.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
He pushed my legs apart with his strong, powerful hands. Before diving right in like most college boys, he kissed my inner thighs, one then the other. Each time his soft lips touched my skin, I sighed in ecstasy. Even while yelling with him, I couldn’t deny my attraction. His money was nice, but I liked his body and mind much better. I’d have his baby. The thought startled me - and turned me on.
He’d be in my life forever if I had his baby. “Yes, don’t stop. Eat me please…”
Done with teasing me, his tongue traced the outline of my pussy lips, which were getting wet. I arched my back, wanting him to lick me harder. He moved his head away, letting me know he was in charge. Methodically and lovingly, he ate my pussy like a professional. The things he was able to do with his mouth were unlike anything I’d ever dreamed about.
Soft. Firm. Flat. Pointy. His tongue was a precision instrument, and I was his patient. He poked and prodded my tender, fleshy lips then licked, teasing my clitoris. I didn’t think it could get any better, but boy was I wrong. Two of his thick fingers slid into me. I yelled out in pleasure, not caring who heard. After looking up at me with lust on his face, he bent his head to lick again.
While he teased my most sensitive parts with his wet, agile tongue, his fingers wiggled while sliding in and out of me. The combination of sensations was almost too much. All I could think about was him. We had just met, but he was the man for me. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him even if he didn’t have any money. That tongue!
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, my chest rising and falling quickly. “Don’t stop!”
He launched an all out assault of my tender wetness using his fingers and his mouth. The world faded away. My approaching orgasm was all that mattered. Fuck. Yes. With each movement, he changed up his technique slightly, driving me wild. Part of me wanted it to last forever, to never come, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Yes!”
My body shook. He pulled back, looking up at me with a smile on his face, which was still wet with my juices. As I caught my breath, I stared deep into his eyes. I had to have him. Before he could say anything to ruin the moment, I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. Our lips connected. I could taste myself when we kissed, which turned me on.
“I want to taste you,” I said, pulling away for a moment.
Without needing to be told twice, he stood up and undid his pants. I sat on the edge of the couch, watching intently. His cock was long, thick, and still flaccid. In a word, it was impressive. He took a step forward. I grabbed the base of it tightly. We made eye contact again. From the look on his face, I wasn’t sure who was more excited, him or me.
I bent my head forward. Slowly, I slipped just the tip past my parted lips. He groaned as it grew harder in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head before bobbing my head down, taking as much of it as I could manage. I sucked, licked, tugged, and teased him. Once it was erect, I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs.
“Fuck me,” I commanded.
He knelt on the floor in front of me again. With cock in hand, he guided it toward my wet and willing hole. We made eye contact as he penetrated me. The lust in his eyes got me wetter. Once he was all the way in, he pulled out slowly, still staring into my very soul. Our connection went beyond our bodies. The physical was nice, but I connected with him on another level, an emotional one.
As he fucked me, slowly picking up speed, I ran my hands up and down his thick, muscled arms. So hunky! I thought as he penetrated me completely. The benefits of having his baby were obvious. What had me so confused was why he would want someone like me. None of it made sense, but I didn’t care one bit as his dick slipped in and out of me over and over again.
“I’m going to come,” he grunted, not slowing down.
“Come inside me. I want to have your baby.”
The words just spilled out of me. With his thick, smooth cock sliding in and out of my tight, wet pussy, I wasn’t thinking straight. He grunted and thrust into me one last time before he came, his cock throbbing deep inside me. When he finally finished, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. His tongue slid into my mouth and danced with mine.
“That was so fine,” I said when we both came up for her.
“It was incredible.”
He pulled out of me.
“That baby thing pushed me over the edge,” he admitted as he sat next to me on the couch.
“Yeah? I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“You mean you don’t want to have my baby?”
“It doesn’t work like that,” I protested.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Just because.”
“Well, in my world, I’m accustomed to getting what I want.”
“And you want me?”
He nodded, running his fingers over my breasts.
“But why?”
“You’re different. I can’t explain it. Since we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“Is that why you offered me the internship?”
“No, not at all. I thought you would be good. And you were right.”
“I was? About what?”
“That building material. I checked into it, and they lied to me about how long it would last.”
I told you so, I thought but resisted the urge to say it out loud. Instead, I just smiled.
We enjoyed the afterglow, our naked bodies touching.
* * *
Two weeks later, we were married. It was a whirlwind of money and emotions, but it was the happiest day of my life. After the ceremony, we headed to the Caribbean for a few months. While I’d grown up with what I considered wealthy parents, it was nothing like what he offered me. I had always tried to pay my own way, but with Aaron it was different. We understood each other.
By the time we got back to the States, I found out I was pregnant with my first child. Well, what I thought was one child. It turned out I was pregnant with twins, both boys. They were born three minutes apart. Adain would tease his “younger” brother Adam for years. Every single day with them was a joy. I never regretted my decision.
I finished college with a degree in structural engineering. We designed and built our dream house, of course, but that was just the first of many projects we worked on together. Over the years, we became known as the power couple that counted in the world of architecture and real estate. Billionaires bid for our services, but we didn’t need the money so we worked on other projects.
Providing shelter for the homeless was our number one goal. After just a year helping, we realized the problem was a lot more serious than providing these people with housing. Working together, we were able to make at least a small difference in the world. The rest of our lives together were amazing in many different ways.
Thick Black Snake
ONE
Charity
Gina and I turned the corner onto St. Clair and continued
walking. We’d been best friends since the first grade. We were twenty-one years old and lived together to save money. The cost of living in Cleveland wasn’t ridiculous, but it still took both of us working to be able to afford a decent house. As we had most of the summer, we were walking home after our shift at a local pizza joint, Mama G’s Pizzeria.
“You know who that is?” Gina asked as she elbowed me.
“Who?”
“Down there in that Escalade.”
I glanced down the street. Clarence, a corner boy, leaned into the window of a brand new black Cadillac. While I couldn’t see the driver, it could only be one person.
“That’s Snake’s ride, right?”
Gina giggled. “You know why they call him that, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Is dick all you think about, girl?”
“This is more than just a dick.”
“What, have you seen it? Been out tricking, have you?” I teased.
“Eww. Shut-up. You know I don’t do that shit. I heard about it from Janice.”
“She’s a slut. She probably saw it. What did she say about it?”
“It was huge.”
She spread her hands apart about a foot – a full twelve inches.
“A foot long, huh?” I wasn’t impressed. It was all about how the tool was used.
“And thick. Like a fucking snake. That’s how we got the name.”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like the real reason to me.”
“Well, you can ask him when we pass his ride.”
My eyes widened at the thought. Growing up on the east side of Cleveland, I’d always been attracted to black men. Snake was hot as fuck, but he had something better than a bad ass body. He had swag. And power. Other niggas listened to him – like Clarence the corner boy. About half a block away from the Escalade, I stopped and grabbed Gina’s arm to stop her.
“What?” she asked as she turned around.
“Let’s cross the street,” I said, pulling at her arm.
“No. You crazy? Let’s just go.”
She took off walking toward the Cadillac. I sighed and followed after her, jogging a little to catch up. As we got closer, Clarence stood up straight and turned to watch us. His eyes roamed all over our bodies, as if we were just fuck toys and not human beings.