by Tiana Laveen
Maybe he was telling the truth all along. I feel like Nixon truly wants this. He wants me… and I’m not just a conquest. This isn’t a game to him. I care about Nix so much… This has gone beyond sexual chemistry. I feel such a strong connection with this man. It’s like he truly gets me. Damn… I am falling for this man. And I’m falling hard. And no ‘safe word’ can save me from this…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Window of Opportunity
The night air smelled clean and crisp like fresh apples in the fall. Michigan Avenue teemed with people on a Saturday evening, both locals and tourists. Some were dressed to the nines, others in more casual attire going about their business – filling the restaurants, taking pictures and videos, flooding the bars and nightclubs to drown the stress of a long ass week in a shot of something strong or a pint of brew. The city was bubbling with life and energy. He loved it, sniffed it like cocaine and got high on life from just being at the place he called home. Nixon took Yasmine’s hand as they strolled along the sidewalk, taking in the sights – the final touch to an amazing date. They’d just finished watching an independent foreign film in the art district and he was still quite full from a late-night meal of Indian curry, rice, and garlic Naan bread, one of her favorites.
Yasmine was classy and earthy, all at the same time. A beautiful balance that made her remarkable, someone to study and hold his interest. She was giving him the play-by-play of a case she found most challenging. He’d just finished telling her about his most peculiar client –a woman who’d been attacked by five pet ferrets her roommate kept illegally.
Yasmine had interesting stories to tell. Criminal law was her specialty, and she seemed to enjoy rolling about in the filth of the guilty and remorseless, working diligently to clear those unjustly prosecuted, and defending the guilty as sin, but believed redeemable, at least in her eyes. He imagined she saw him as fitting into the latter category.
“And when I tell you the media hounded her, they did. Relentlessly.” She continued with the tale, giving seedy details about a high profile case she’d handled that had made it to national news. He vaguely recalled it. A Chicago woman had been accused of murdering her husband, but it was later ruled to have been natural causes by the medical examiner. The couple had been in the middle of a divorce, and since it hadn’t been finalized yet, his family feared she would be found not guilty and inherit her husband’s wealth. The family had cried a million tears; not for their father, but for the money they would never touch. Appeals went nowhere. Life was not fair, so sad, too bad.
They passed a fountain. Florescent streams of vibrant colors burst from the water as it moved and swayed to music like aquatic dancers.
“This is nice, but you know what? It’s a skating rink in the winter.” He unlinked their hands to point at the display. “Have you seen it that time of year?”
“Yeah. I’ve been on it, too.”
“Oh, you like ice, huh? Roger that. Duly noted.” He chuckled when she playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
“It’s gorgeous on Christmas Eve with all the lights, music, and smiling faces… especially the kids. They even sell hot chocolate and cinnamon donuts, so nice. Can you ice skate, Nixon?”
“Nope.” His lack of desire to do such a thing was written all over his face.
“Were you ever curious to learn?”
“Not on your life. Not my thing.” They resumed their stroll.
“What? You think it’s not a macho thing to do? It offends your masculine sensibilities?” she jabbed.
He raised his arm in the air and spun her around like cotton candy spinning in a wheel drum. All he could see was the beauty of her soul, a flurry of long black hair whirling in the wind, and an ivory, shimmery jacket hugging her body as she moved like a ballerina, around and around. He caught her during the fourth spin, making her stop short like the planet on its axis. Looking deeply into her eyes, he held her and kissed her, surrendering to his desire. The warmth of her soft body against him, the feel of her mouth made him get that strange feeling again…
The one that caught in his throat like a pill sliding down the wrong way. He’d tried to deny what was happening, starting from that night at The Cage, but then he couldn’t get her out of his mind. The scent of his desire for her had hung in the air, week after week… perfuming his mind with memories of her. He simply had to have her.
She haunted him, but he no longer feared her ghost. In fact, he embraced her spirit as it gripped his, choking his uncertainties in a violent embrace.
I’m fallin’ for her… I really am.
As if reading his mind, she looked deep into his eyes, searching. He could smell the spices from their dinner on her breath, mingling with her sweet fragrance.
“The two months is up. It ended some time ago. I know I wasn’t supposed to announce it, but I am, because I gave myself permission to start loving you.” She said the words with her chin held high, and his heart throbbed within his chest. Her eyes grew brighter, her full lips curled in a beautiful, confident smile. He kissed her again, then snuggled his head between her shoulder and neck, etching that moment in his brain for all eternity. He took in the sounds around them. The hustle and bustle of people and cars, the faint music drifting from nearby eateries and taverns. Then the odors of cigarette smoke, the wind carrying it along with the promise of a new day. Then the gritty, intoxicating vibe of the city, with the stench of diesel and the allure of dark dreams.
He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, then ran his hands up and down her back, giving comfort to himself, not just her. This was a big step in their lives, yet she’d had the courage to say what he could not. Something had definitely changed between them, especially since that dinner when he’d learned of Tamia, and she’d learned of Sammie.
He simply didn’t discuss Sammie. Not because he was troubled, but because Sammie was important and not everyone deserved to hear about him. She’d admitted the same. It had been a breakthrough for both. Their way of finally saying, “I trust you.” They’d handed one another the coveted keys to that part of them, let their guards down just long enough for them to step over the threshold before the door slammed shut. They’d entered into a dark, cold place no one else could reach, holding the lantern known as their burning hearts.
In that moment, as they continued their stroll, she felt like someone he’d known for years. That familiarity soldered itself between them like severed nerve endings healing up. This wasn’t the first time he felt this way, but it was so much stronger now. The simple act of fingers laced together, a lovely evening, newly birthed romance and sexual freedom… Free to be, who and what they were. The rule book was thrown out the window. There were no official labels to this “lifestyle” needed. No fancy places to go and celebrate the realization. This party was theirs, their place of comfort and peace. She was allowed to swim, skate, and fly at her leisure in a nasty and delightful oasis of their very own creation. No judgment. He was determined to force her to strip in her mind, before she ever discarded her panties.
They entered the parking garage where he’d left his car, their footsteps echoing against the concrete. The covered lot was dark and smelled of piss and trash, dim lights that looked like bug repellants lined the structure high up on various pillars and posts. A few flickered, giving off an eerie, buzzing sound, as if something small was being electrocuted and burnt to a crisp.
He opened the passenger door and helped her into the car. Excitement gleamed in her eyes and she exuded innocence. He knew that look. It told him she was falling in love.
He got into the car and started it up but didn’t pull away just yet.
“The old me would’ve told you to not get attached to me. That you were settin’ yourself up.” He reached for his seatbelt and put it on.
“The old me wouldn’t even be in this car with you right now. It would’ve never gotten this damn far in the first place.” He smirked.
He took a deep breath, put the car in reverse, and maneuver
ed out of the space. In no time, he was merging into traffic, his head spinning, his body on fire with desire. Snoh Aalegra’s, ‘I Want You Around’ played through the speakers as he drove slowly down the street. She swayed to the rhythm, snapping her fingers. He slowed down when he approached an empty food cart, covered up with a tarp. Next to it was an office building with all its lights off, only the address plaque shining in the night. A handful of people walked about. The business district was fairly quiet for a Saturday night.
Yasmine looked about, then at him.
“Why’d you stop here?”
“Because we’re going to fuck.” He undid his seatbelt, slid his arm around her seat, stretched out, and leaned slightly back. The woman’s eyes widened; her mouth somewhat ajar. Loosening his belt with his free hand, he slid it through the loops and threw it down on the car floor. He lowered his zipper, then slid his hard, hungry dick out through the slit of his black boxers.
“You can’t be for real.”
She visibly swallowed, checking out the people walking to and fro. A few slowed and looked at his car; it was a definite attention getter. His windows were tinted, but not completely opaque. If one drew close enough, they could see him inside.
“What’s the problem? What’s going on in your head?”
Here was another tape playing in her mind, something else to erase.
“There are people. This is public. We have no privacy.”
“That’s the fuckin’ point.”
“Nix! If a cop sees what is going on, we could get in serious trouble! Do you honestly want to lose your job for a blowjob?”
“Don’t be a pussy… just give me the pussy.” She rolled her eyes and looked away. “Take your fuckin’ pants and underwear off. Get your ass over here and slide that hot, juicy, wet hole of yours down my dick.” Her eyes turned to slits and she looked as if she were going to say something harsh to hit him below the damn belt and wound his ego. He wasn’t going to argue with her, no matter what. His mind was made up. “NOW!” He grabbed her jacket, pulling her to him.
“Stop it!” she yelled and punched his chest with both fists. Pain shot through him, and oh, how he loved it. The little fiend hit hard. Nice. Hair flying, horrid curses; at that moment, he was everything foul in her eyes. He grabbed her pants and yanked her close as she smacked and beat the shit out of him. He laughed at her blows, enjoying every bit of the experience. Roughly pulling her slacks down her legs, he tore her pretty white panties and discarded them on the back seat.
“You son of a bitch!” she screamed in fury as he pinned her wrists behind her back and maneuvered her over his thighs.
“You’re going to give me that fuckin’ pussy, sweet cakes!” He beamed. “Right here, right now.”
“Ugh! Oh, God!” He released his hold on her, pressed down on her shoulders with brute force, and pulled her onto him, entering her balls deep. Their bodies trembled against each other’s, while she still screamed bloody murder. She yelled his name a million times.
His eyes closed, head tilted far back, the intensity of the moment threatened to make him cum right away.
“Shit, baby…” He crisscrossed his arms around her back, locking her in place. “I want to use and abuse you, baby. I want to tear your pussy apart, make it perfect for me and me alone… ruin you for anyone else…”
They stared into each other’s eyes with need, with a corrupt and morbidly wonderful co-dependency. An addiction had formed in both of them to one another’s minds and souls. He jostled her up and down, taking her on a journey, and she purred and moaned. The car began to shake as he made her ride his hedonistic wave. He pivoted his hips from left to right, up and down, in fast circles, chasing his high… which wasn’t far away. Resting her head on his shoulder, she succumbed to his love. The pain of her teeth piercing his skin only heightened his arousal.
“My little monster, huh? Takin’ a bite out of me. You’re a fuckin’ animal. Go ahead, bite me, baby… Tear into me the way I’m tearin’ into this pussy…”
He moved faster, his shaft slick with her essence. Reaching between them, he slipped his deft fingers along her soaked pussy, pushing and rubbing on her juicy, fat lips.
“Rock against me, Yasmine… COME ON! FUCK ME!” he roared.
She bounced up and down, matching his thrusts and tempo. He never slowed, even when he heard her cries of ecstasy and pleas for relief. Squelching her moans, she bit into his flesh once again, drawing a fresh wave of pain and pleasure from his core. He felt the wetness of her pussy flowing down his cock. He reached out and cracked the window open. The cool air felt like ice against his sweaty face. He adored the sensation. She turned like a viper, eyes wild and wide. A few people walked past, but no one seemed to notice the show.
But then, someone stopped and gawked at them, their eyes fixed on the car. His excitement heightened tenfold. Oh yes, this was the test of all tests. She followed his gaze and a look of utter horror painted itself on her face.
He snatched her chin and made her face him. “Look at me! FOCUS. ON. OUR. PLEASURE… Trust me! You want to be watched. Admit it! You like this! Beautiful whore… my whore. My lovely Nymph… You want someone to see you getting fucked!” She shuddered and closed her eyes as she continued to ride him. “I’m your man now. Hand over your worries. I’ve got this…” She grinded and rocked against him, gyrating her gorgeous hips to take every inch of him. “That’s it, baby… that’s it…” He pushed the button again, opening the window more, and then some more…
“What the?! Are they screwing?!” The faint words drifted to his ears.
She seemed to have calmed down, no longer concerned but her eyes glued to him. He smiled at her, then kissed her passionately. He slid his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as he thrust relentlessly upward within her sweet canal. He pushed the window the rest of the way down and he could tell it took all she had in her to not look out to see the audience they’d drawn, and then freeze up in fear… But she fought it. She fought it hard.
“God, it feels so good!” She shook so hard, it felt as if she was having a seizure. She orgasmed again and again, falling apart. He held onto her, plunging into her as fast as his body would let him, running on pure adrenaline. The leather of his seat made a strange sound as he slid in and out of her, their eyes locked, lust so deep it filled their veins like heroin and their bones ached with calcified passion.
“They fuckin’ all right… damn!”
He heard faint laughter from the outside and laughed… and she smiled, then laughed, too, as she came down off her high. Gently running his fingers through her hair, he regained momentum and grinded into her. She screamed so loud; her voice echoed. With a shaky hand, he raised the window back up, but before it was fully closed, he heard someone yell, “Noooo! We wanna keep watching!”
He grinned as he neared his climax, their bodies shrouded in darkness. The only light beamed from their souls.
“I’m cumming, baby! UGH!” He hit her walls, jabbing and stabbing, making her yell and shiver. His muscles burned all over, his fingers felt stiff from his constant squeezing of her ass, and his head spun. His dick trickling the last bit of jizz within her sweet oasis. Their faces hot and wet, they held on to one another, spent, finishing each other’s next gasp of air… breathing for one another. She wrapped her arms around him, rested her head against his aching shoulder, and he stroked her back, loving her like no other. I’ve been in love before, but not like this… never like this…
Soon after, they both put their clothes back on, with her forgoing her torn panties. He drove back to his house with his precious cargo, and they spoke little along the way. They simply held hands and listened to ‘Blood Moon’, a beautiful guitar solo by Tim Henson, who went by the stage name, W6RST, on repeat.
When they arrived, he helped her out of the car, into the lobby of his building and to the elevator. As they rode to the fourteenth floor, they both leaned against the mirrored wall, opposite each other, as if they were strangers.
Yet, their stances were the same, as if cut from the same sun, moon and stars. Soon, the doors opened. He took her hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed it before exiting the elevator and entering his place.
“You know the routine, baby. Make yourself at home.” He undressed, collected his clothing, and tossed it all in a hamper. Standing naked, he opened the bedroom curtains. She joined him, her bare skin smooth as silk, her big breasts with hardened dark brown nipples calling to him. He surveyed her, pleased with what he saw from the top of her gorgeous head, past her shoulders, down along her torso, and rested his gaze for a moment on her mellifluous black thatch of pubic hair. He took in her rounded hips, long legs, and cute feet with glossy pale pink polish. Picking up a remote, he turned on some music. Polyphia played ‘Goose,’ through the surround speakers of his home.
“Do you know what it is, to be truly vulnerable? To relinquish control and hand it over to someone else?” he asked, not expecting an answer. He knew. She took his hand and let him lead her to the big floor-to-ceiling window. She smiled as she leaned close to it.
“It’s so pretty. You have such a nice view.”
“Yeah, especially when I’m looking at you.” She smiled wider as he gathered her in an embrace. Her smile quickly vanished when he slipped behind her and pressed her against the window. She placed her palms on the glass to steady herself. Coaxing her legs far apart, his front flush with her back, he covered her hand with his, then intertwined their fingers and squeezed.
“Uh… oh, God… Nix… shit… shit…” She hissed as he entered her until he was fully engulfed between her warm walls. Moving slow and easy, he moved in a rhythm while kissing her neck and shoulders. Her plush ass felt amazing, so soft against his flesh as he buried his sword in her over and over again. He slid his hand away from the window and held onto her hips, then increased his pace. “I’m drunk off you…” she murmured, meeting him thrust for thrust.