After the Kiss

by Violet Williams

  She was hot and wet against me, kissing me back with a ferocity that shocked me. My god--had she been struggling with this too? Ever since we met?

  Desire ate me alive and shouted down the rational part of my brain that asked about fal out for giving into our lust. With her taste whipping over me like a hurricane as she fumbled with the fly of my slacks, I said yes. Over and over. Yes to this. Yes to her.

  I shed my jeans, my shirt with carnal urgency. My fingers tugged and whipped as I removed her clothes next, my eyes going wide when I saw the intimate pink fabric against her ebony skin. Her bra contoured around her ample mounds, promising delights I couldn’t wait to fulfil . My gaze went down over her soft midsection, the glimmer of her bel y button ring making me thump in anticipation. My journey paused as my fingers brushed against her underwear, lingering.

  Sweet Jesus. She was wearing a g-string.

  She began to pul them down, but I stopped her, wanting to drink her in deep first. I took a finger and hooked the razor thin cotton candy strap that held the sexy number together. Her femininity took my breath away.

  She batted her thick lashes at me. “You like?”

  “Mmhm,” I moaned, stepping in closer. “Let me show you how much.”

  I pul ed the garment down slow, the sight of her bush making me salivate. She had a conservative strip that hid her sex. My forefinger brushed the mass and I moaned when I found her midnight curls were already slick with her desire. Her arousal roped me in and I licked my lips, knowing that in a heartbeat, I would taste the essence of her.

  She stepped out of the underwear and suddenly unwil ing to wait one more second, I gripped her buttocks, lifting her and planting her squarely on the counter.

  “Oh my gosh!” she giggled, her cheeks sparkling beneath the kitchen light. “You’re just ful of surprises.”

  “Just you wait baby,” I growled as I lowered myself to my knees, pul ing her thighs open.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  8

  EBONY

  I didn’t think. Thinking would get me into trouble. Right now, with Demetrius curly head between my thighs, I didn’t care about anything but how close his tongue was to licking me. And I wanted it, more than anything. I wanted him to bury his mouth inside me.

  I threw my head back as I felt him spread the lips of my pussy and thrust his tongue into the divide. I knew I was making grunts that were so unladylike it was crazy, but I didn’t care. Al the things I usual y got tangled up in, being self-conscious about how I looked, if I said the right thing, how I smel ed, al faded into obscurity. I only leaned back onto the counter and let him ravage me with his tongue. He danced his tongue around my quivering slit, twisting and moaning into me. I was so close to coming that I pressed my heels into the cabinet. If I was ready to explode with just his tongue, if he added a finger-

  “Oh Jesus,” I groaned with pleasure as he plucked the chal enge right from my head and pressed a finger in my juices. I started to writhe as his mouth and fingers worked up a duo that multiplied into a hal elujah chorus. He lapped at my clit hungrily, matching the twirls of his tongue with curling his fingers inside me. He found that hot spot in me, that central button that made control impossible and stroked it. When I felt my first climax coming out of the bliss I reached forward and tugged on his hair, pul ing him close as the random clenches of delight made me lose my mind.

  He growled into me as he guzzled up the thick juices that poured from me, making me cry out again for more. Passion swal owed me whole as I spasmed, my body rocking uncontrol ably against his marble countertop.

  His lips peppered the insides of my thighs, sending flutters that became aftershocks, making me tremble. My fingers threaded in his dark hair, tugging the length as I let out a sigh.

  “You taste so beautiful,” he murmured as he massaged my kneecaps. “So sweet.”

  I let out a chuckle as I wiggled away from him and pushed off the counter. I was always shy, never the pursuer, never the temptress. But I winked at him over my shoulder and slowly pul ed off my underwear, inch by seductive inch. “I’m not al sweet.” I twirled a braid around my finger.

  The look he gave me almost made me bound back to him, but I pushed it away and ducked into his bedroom. With the light filtering in from the living room, I found my way to his platform bed and slinked onto his sheets.

  He stood in the doorway, his chest heaving up and down with anticipation. I could make out the powerful contours of his body and they made me moisten even more. My eyes washed over his olive colored skin, almost glittering in the dim light. His broad shoulders flexed as he moved toward me, leading down to defined pecs and abs that I could do a load of laundry on.

  My gaze settled on the swel of him and when he stepped in closer, I let out a squeak. He had a juicy, thick cock that protruded from a tangle of hair, promising to stretch my muscles to the max.

  I slid back onto the bed and watched him move to the nightstand. Enthral ed with the sight of his swollen length, I propped my chin in my palm and watched him envelope it in a translucent condom. Blood rushed to my core as he joined me on the bed, moving between my thighs.

  I looked up into his eyes, aqua opals fil ed with want, but also concern. It was something I hadn’t seen in the throes of passion in a long time. With Max, I was a conquest and he staked his claim without caring how wet I was or if I climbed to the top of my mountain.

  Demetrius’ voice was thick but firm as he reached out and stroked my cheek. “Are you sure about this, Ebony? We can slow down.”

  Sure? Absolutely not. Even though my heart closed toward my boyfriend a while ago, he was stil my boyfriend. I knew cheating was wrong on some level, but I couldn’t help myself.

  Demetrius had unlocked something in me, something that no amount of touching or praying or distance could put to rest.

  I took my hand and trailed my fingertips up and down his bare chest. Outside of this room, outside of this moment, nothing else mattered. I just wanted him. I had to have him.

  I maneuvered my hips, positioning myself below him and spreading my thighs wider. “I want this, Demetrius. I need this.”

  I always closed my eyes during the act, self-conscious about everything--if my rol s would jiggle unattractively, if my expressions were weird, not wanting my lover’s eyes to search mine for some sort of validation and come up empty.

  But I found my eyes wide open, watching Demetrius’s face and memorizing everything.

  His eyes were squeezed shut as he pounded into me, rol ing his hips as he pul ed out then pushed back into my warmth. His lips trembled and he let out a string of words I couldn’t make out before he gripped the headboard and pivoted, his girth creating a whole new sensation. I let out moans of ecstasy, each louder than the last as he moved along my channel, strong and sure. My body shook with my coming orgasm, but I never left his face. I just wanted to watch the expressions he made. I didn’t want to miss a single inflection.

  He bucked into me, his face scrunched in a fierce beauty that slayed me. I felt every hard angle of his body and I opened wider, opened everything for him. I breathed deep, torn between wanting him to stop and keep going at the same time.

  “God I’m close,” I whispered, gripping his ass as he plunged deeper. “I’m so close!”

  “Come for me,” he said, his eyes open now and locked on mine. “Come for me, Ebony!”

  I thrust upwards, taking my hand to my sex and finding my clit so swollen that just a gentle brush made me coo. I let out a gasp as I came, my walls melting as I squeezed his length in sporadic pulses.

  “Oh yes,” he groaned. “Come on that cock!”

  When my climax stil ed, I sunk back into the sheets as he pul ed from inside me. His cock stil bulged beneath the condom, slick with my juices.

  “Turn around,” he said, eyeing me with hunger. The order didn’t make me bristle, if anything, it turned me on more. There was virility in it that sent a flutter to my juicy corer.

  I flippe
d over on my stomach and vaulted up on my hands and knees. I curved my spine and presented my rear to him.

  “You like that?” I teased as I cast a naughty look back at him, surprising even myself with my boldness.

  His hand ran over the curves of my bottom, sending goose flesh up and down the back of my thighs. I bit my bottom lip as I felt the head of his cock piercing me. He sheathed himself inside me with a bel ow, sending spasms of ecstasy over my body. Before I could enjoy the feeling of being stretched to the limit, he ejected from me. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that liked to tease.

  I wasn’t one to beg, but as he dove in a few inches then pul ed out, making my body pout with need, I put aside my pride.

  “Please,” I panted, bal ing the sheets in my fists. “Fuck me, Demetrius.”

  “Mmm,” he said, sucking in a deep breath as he pul ed out, probing me with tantalizing jabs that made my whole body shake. “I don’t think I caught that.”

  Damn him. And damn my body for needing him as much as my next breath. I breathed in deep and as he pul ed out, leaving me shaking with want, I let it al go. “Fuck me!”

  With an aggressive thrust, he reentered me and my pussy clenched around him with relief. His hands were tight on my hips as he slammed in and out, once, twice, five times, Lord, I was losing count. I was losing the ability to do anything but concentrate on the sound of our skin slapping together.

  I went wild, vaulting backward, grinding into his hips as his cock welcomed me with open arms. Every solid inch of him wasn’t enough. I needed everything.

  “Oh god,” I sighed feeling the tingle begin at my toes. When he said he was close too, it sent me soaring, my cries of pleasure echoing in my ears as his thrusts slowed. We didn’t separate, not at first—we stayed together, rocking back and forth slowly. It was our tantric last dance before we had to come down from the bliss.

  My limbs felt like Jel o as I slowly pul ed away and col apsed with exhaustion. My heart was racing and my thighs stil shook as I watched him dispose of the used condom. He opened a drawer in the nightstand and retrieved a cigarette. He struck a match and lit it, the tobacco cracking as he inhaled and exhaled, settling beside me on the bed.

  It was funny, I’d always seen smoking as kind of a turn off, but he made it devilishly sexy. He took a drag then peeked over at me and winked.

  I’d lived for his gaze a few minutes ago, but now I found myself shying away from it and clutching the sheet to my chest.

  He cocked his head at me, like I sprouted a third arm on my forehead. “It’s a little late for modesty, don’t you think?”

  I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but it just made me even more embarrassed. I stole a glance at him and felt a pang of jealousy. He was completely uninhibited. His, uh, you know what, was stil erect in al its glory.

  I swal owed hard as reality set in. I’d just slept with a guy that worked for my boyfriend’s family. I mean, I’m no Virgin Mary or anything, but I was far from the kind of girl that spread her legs for just any guy that showed interest and even further from someone that was a cheater.

  I was a cheater. Maybe Max was a prick, but that didn’t make it okay.

  “I’m not-” My lip trembled and I stopped to col ect myself. “It’s very important to me that you don’t think that I’m, uh, that kinda girl.”

  He gave me a long, pensive look before he replied. “The kinda girl that comes over to-”

  He paused and flicked off the ash from the end of his cigarette before making quotation marks with his fingers. “-‘Talk’ and ends up on her back?”

  My embarrassment quickly morphed into indignation. “Excuse me?”

  “Relax,” he said, smoke circling his head as he learned against the headboard. He extended an arm. “It was just a joke, baby. Get over here.”

  I looked at his olive branch like it was a foreign object. While a part of me wanted to cuddle up next to him and ignore the gravity of what we’d just done, I just couldn’t.

  “I should go,” I said quickly, vaulting from the bed and trying to shield my body from him.

  “And I’m not your baby. I-I have a boyfriend.”

  “Wel , according to the sob story you told me an hour ago, you weren’t planning on being his baby for much longer.” His voice took on an edge. “Unless that was al just a lie so you could fuck me.”

  I dropped my hold on the cover in my fury. “How dare you say that to me!”

  My mouth fel open in horror as he started laughing at me. What was funny about any of this?

  His chuckles tapered off and he stubbed out his cigarette. “I’m sorry love, it’s just hard to take you serious when your body looks like that.” He smacked his lips. “I have half a mind to lay you across the bed and have my way with you again. And again.”

  His words made my inner muscles clench, but I silenced it as I snatched the sheet from the floor and covered myself. “I don’t think so. This was a one-time thing.”

  He cocked a bushy brow. “Like that kiss?”

  I faltered for a minute, seeing the hole in my logic. It was obvious we had chemistry. A blind person could see it. But one plus one couldn’t equal two. It just couldn’t.

  “Maybe you’re okay with fucking someone who’s unavailable,” I said, my voice rising to a fever pitch. “And your morality is your business. But it doesn’t sit right with me-”

  “Why are you yel ing?” he asked me. There was a patronizing tone to his voice, like he was talking to a petulant child. “Just take a deep breath and come back to bed.” He rubbed the empty spot beside him. “C’mon, Ebony. We both want this.”

  “What kind of woman do you think I am?” my voice shril ed. “Maybe your occupation makes you think that everyone else must be bankrupt in the morality department, just like you.”

  As soon as it came out, I wanted a do over. I wanted to scoop the insult back in my mouth and just leave without getting personal, but it was too late. The shot was fired and when I saw al the color drain from his face, I knew it hit its mark.

  “So let me get this straight,” he said after a long moment. “You think I’m scum.”

  I didn’t. I thought he was so far from that, so colossally different from anyone else I’d met in Kournikova’s world. Different from anyone I’d ever met. “No, I didn’t mean-”

  “But yet you stood by while your boyfriend used two men as punching bags, came here and told me you want more out of life, slept with me, then have the nerve to tel me you feel some al egiance to a prick who cares about no one and nothing but himself.” He let out a bitter chuckle that made me shiver. “You’re worse than scum. You’re a coward.”

  My mouth worked but no words came out. What was my rebuttal? A stronger woman would have left Max months ago when she got a glimpse of what he and his family were capable of. How could I throw stones when I was just as culpable for staying quiet and obedient?

  I didn’t have anything to say that would make the situation better, so I gathered what little dignity I had left and exited the room. With shaky hands, I dressed in the kitchen, pul ing my garments back on.

  I buttoned my coat and paused at the doorway of his room, kicking myself because I didn’t cal out Max—and I didn’t cal out Demetrius for cal ing me a coward. Instead, I wanted him to take it back. I wanted Demetrius to see me as more than some dumb Mob wife.

  He glanced at me before reaching for another cigarette. “If you’re waiting for some sort of apology, you’re gonna be standing there a long, long time.” The cigarette balanced between his lips as he swiped the matchbook. “Just leave, Ebony.”

  I turned on my heels, struggling to keep the tears at bay as I strode to the door. Once I’d slipped into the hal , I let them go, walking through a haze of hurt and regret as I made my way to the stairwell.

  ****

  TONY/DEMETRIUS

  I pushed from the bed and made my way to the kitchen. I moved stiffly, no efficiently, and pul ed out a jug of OJ.

  “Cup,” I murm
ured. When I turned to the counter, the two cups I’d swiped earlier lie on their side, not too far from the spot where I’d planted her. Tasted her.

  I turned my back to the scene, to the flash of lust that shot through me like a bul et and flipped the top and just chugged from the bottle. I tried to focus on the citrus liquid sliding across my tongue and down my throat instead of her juices coating my taste buds.

  “She cal ed me an asshole,” I reminded myself as I swal owed and slid the container back on the shelf. It hadn’t been her exact words, but ‘scum’ was close enough. Scum was the troublesome grit that stained an otherwise perfect surface. Scum was the lowest of low. Scum was shit.

  At first, I’d wanted to tel her that I was undercover. I was roleplaying for fuck’s sake. As soon as I got something that would nail Kournikova’s bal s to the wall, it was a wrap. The curtain would drop and I’d give the whole gang a smug, “Gotcha!” and the world would have a handful less criminals on the street than the day before.

  I was scum? No, Maxhew Kournikova and his sick fuck of a father were scum. I was one of the good guys.

  I set the glasses upright on the counter. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was so far from scum it was ridiculous. But if that was true, why did I feel so lousy?

  I caught a whiff of her perfume and it was game over. I slumped against the counter.

  Why the hel didn’t you go after her?

  “Because you’re a schmuck,” I said aloud. I knew Ebony was a good person the minute I saw the look of distaste in her gaze when Nikolai made the comment about cleaning up his son’s mess. The disgust darkened her eyes and pretty features before she tried to cover her lapse. Her eyes betrayed her.

  When she’d opened up to me, talking about how ashamed she was because she ignored the skeleton’s in her boyfriend’s closet, how she knew that she wasn’t a person that just turned a blind eye, she’d only cemented what I’d seen that day. She was something special.