by K Harris
Slightly buzzed and horny as hell, I am attempting to seduce my friend. To be fair, Ethan had been flirting with me nonstop since he met me. Even though I hardly paid him any mind, this time the energy of the night and trying to let loose spoke louder than logic. Instead of brushing him off, as usual, I may have given him the impression that he was welcome to swing by. A key card was left at the desk with his name on it and everything, now I was having slight second thoughts.
Those second thoughts forced me to brave the sting of this cheap vodka and take three to the head. Most people would say that if you have to get drunk to perform, it’s a good chance that it’s wrong. It wasn’t fair that Cage could stick and move with no form of remorse while I sat around miserable. Waiting for my treacherous heart to heal, I will be a bitter bitch refusing to ever settle down. Those thoughts stalled when I heard the beep of the door. The moment of truth had arrived, ready or not, it was time to let loose.
“It’s about time you made it. I was beginning to think that you changed your mind.”
“Silence.”
“What, are you all out of shit-talking now? Don’t tell me you are having second thoughts,” I giggled and turned around. The person that I expected to see was not who was staring back at me. The drinks that I consumed had to be laced with hallucinogens because Ethan looked a lot like Cage. A very angry on beast mode looking Cage, at that. The hard mug on his face let me know that I was seeing the right face but why? Why was Cage in my hotel room and not Ethan?
“Cage,” his name came out breathlessly and I wanted to roll my eyes at the desperation. This man was a danger to my soul. He didn’t say anything in return. Maybe I was hallucinating.
What seemed like slow motion, the mirage removed his cut and laid it on the chair. The black t-shirt that he wore was pulled over his head effortlessly, leaving me with the best view in the entire hotel. Fuck the view of the ocean, Cage was built like a fucking Greek God. Before he could move past kicking off his boots, I halted his hands from unfastening his pants. The liquid courage didn’t have to go to waste, might as well live out a fantasy of mine.
This manly man was never one to be undressed by a woman, at least I could imagine that wasn’t his thing. For reasons unknown to me, he stood still and watched me pull down the last stitches of his clothing. His manhood sprung free strong and hard, hanging low just as I remembered. Without zero hesitation I dropped to a squat and gripped him at the base. Before I lost my nerve, I wrapped my lips around the perfect mushroomed head.
Everything about this was wrong but damn if I didn’t crave the very root of him. Letting the mood override skill, I did what felt natural and went to work. With a firm grip on his dick, I began to bob and weave at a nice groove. Taking as much length as I could take, I relaxed my throat with each intake. The flex of his muscles made me look upward, there I met his stare head-on. As intense as ever he watched me watch him. He bit his lip in concentration or satisfaction, either way, I didn’t dare stop.
Braving the sting of my jaw muscles, I opened wider and took more of him down my throat. Tears started to fall from the corners of my eyes from the rough gag that came and went. His mouth dropped open with a gasp, as I sloppily began to worship his incredibly hardened steel. The need for air was replaced by my need to make him cum harder than ever before. In my head, I was the recipient of the best head ever award. Believing in my novice skills was all that I had to go on as he began to curse up a storm.
Cage lost his composure and began to fuck my mouth, just as I wanted him to do. To see him lose his shit, to lose control gave me false bravado to hang with him. The need to breathe was great but the need to please him was greater. He didn’t make me wait too much longer as he unloaded the room with his shout and a steady stream of tangy essence down my throat. Refusing to disappoint, I swallowed all that he had to give with ease and sucked him clean.
“What the fuck,” he numbly questioned. Removing the towel that I was wrapped in after my shower, I cleaned my face. Standing before him in absolutely nothing, I watched as his dick stretched to full potential once again. At least I knew that it wasn’t my body that made him treat me badly. While he was distracted, I pushed him down onto the bed and swiftly followed. “Shit!”
“Mmm,” I moaned gratefully to be seated onto what I considered as my throne. For tonight, this was my throne and I fully planned to enjoy my reign. While he wasn’t bucking against my position, I damn sure wasn’t waiting around for him to change his mind. The lubrication that accumulated throughout the night came in handy as I adjusted on his punisher.
“Why do you have to feel so good?” I questioned aloud.
“I could ask you the same damn thing.” Cage finally spoke back propping himself up on his elbows. He maneuvered us back further into the bed.
“Fuck, I hate you so much.” I struggled to say through ragged breaths.
“Then why are you fucking me right now?”
“Because I’m an addict,” I groaned out. “I love what you do to me.”
“You are doing all the work.”
“Cage, Cage, Cage…” I mockingly said his name and rocked my pussy into the base of his shaft. Grinding so deep onto his lap that I could barely stand it.
“Fuck Destiny!”
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you – Cage!”
“Ah damn, fuck me!”
“I hate how you make me feel!”
“Shit!”
“I hate that I crave you.”
“Ugh…”
“I hate that I need you.”
“Hmph…”
“I hate that I can’t stop loving you.”
“Destiny,” he called my name in desperation, but I couldn’t stop. Hell, I didn’t want to stop the feeling, it was so intense. This is the feeling that I needed so very badly.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” The harder I cried that declaration the closer I felt to exploding.
“The fuck!”
“Ahhhhhh,” my scream was cut off by a forceful kiss. My insides exploded but my brain was in a fog. Was Cage kissing me? Why when he doesn’t kiss?
On my back with my knees parallel to my shoulders, Cage nestled his head into the crook of my neck. At this angle, I could feel every glorious inch of him and see my toes curl at the same damn time. His wide shoulders opened me up and held me in place just right for his insistent drilling. Where he probably meant this position to be a punishment, it felt more like a reward to me.
“Mmm, Cage.”
“This is my pussy, remember that shit!” He growled.
“Fuck, whatever you say.” I boasted and gripped his shoulders for dear mercy. The messy sloshing sounds that sounded out in the room was all the music I needed to set the mood.
This session was what dreams were made of but the thought of this being an illusion hurt more than anything. If I woke in the morning to an empty bed, I am checking myself into the nearest psychiatric hospital. On the other hand, this being real wasn’t the most logical of rationality either. Nothing was right about this but it sure did feel good.
Chapter 11
Cage
Last night was beyond wild, the morning after was no better. When I arrived at this room, I had every intention of talking to Dez but seeing her in only a towel fucked up my head. For a minute, I forgot that this display wasn’t for me but for another muthafucka. As soon as she opened her mouth to call him out for being late, I snapped back to reality. She really was attempting to fuck another dude. All weekend, I clearly saw her and him together but a small piece of me wanted to believe that it was innocent.
From the smell and the look of the room, she set the ambiance for some mad seduction. The little bit of skin that was visible had a freshly showered sheen to it. Small droplets of water still lingered around her hairline and dripped down to the towel. Speechlessly, I surveyed the woman before me as time ticked by in slow motion. The words that left her lips were muffled as all I heard was whooshing in my ears. When she turned full
y around and saw that her little friend was not present, the shocked look on her face hurt.
Late and all, I realized that I made a mistake by pushing her away but to see the light vanish from her eyes when she saw me hit home. Dez was doing exactly what I asked for but now I wanted to take it all back. The best part was that she didn’t turn me away like I was preparing for. My first thought was that I needed to feel the comfy confines that I knew only Dez possessed. The last time that we were in close quarters it took all the willpower I could muster up to keep the distance. Now there was no such thing, I wanted her ass bad.
Everything that happened after the moment I undressed was out of character for us both. Though it was clear that she was a novice head giver, doing what came naturally almost brought me to my knees. In my mind, I was moaning like a bitch, but the outside was straining against the glorious feel of her warm mouth. Destiny tried to suck my soul from my body. Willingly, I would waltz my ass into the abyss to be granted another sample of that shit.
All of my days since I began fucking, I have never been irresponsible. My dad always preached to us both that some bitches had no morals when it came to getting what they want. Using rubbers each and every time any type of sexual activity was given was the key. Even pushing the envelope to apply a new condom after head, I have grown into a lowkey germaphobe. At least that is what my mother used to tell me.
Kissing involves swapping spit and that just wasn’t something that I was willing to do, especially after the mono outbreak that jumped off when I was in high school. Nasty fuckers were hacking and wheezing all over the place. Along came Dez with her addictive ass personality and now my willingness to do whatever I have to do to please her little ass. Kissing gave me a deeper connection with her as well as the way I used to calm her angry rants down last night. One intentional kiss and my world tilted. After that, every time I got the urge to do so I did throughout the course of our impromptu session.
Obviously, my epiphany moment was a day late and a dollar short because here I am waking up solo. Sometime in the morning, she must have quietly dipped out. That exertion of energy took me out, whereas she used my down period to leave me. A quick glance around the room let me know that she didn’t just leave for a moment, but she had no plans of returning. No word, no nudge nothing. What did that mean?
“You good Bro?” Wood asked.
“I don’t really have a choice.”
“Meaning,” he inquired.
“Have you seen her?”
“She left.”
“Exactly,” I grumbled and walked away. There was no time to bitch and moan about another lost opportunity. There was a good chance that Dez wanted nothing to do with me. Why else would she leave without a word? Karma’s bitch ass just gut-punched me and there was jack shit that I could do about it.
The entire ride back to Lincoln, all I could think about was what happened in that room. When Wolf knocked on my door, I instantly thought the worst. Then he handed me what appeared to be a keycard. He didn’t bother mincing words, just explained the conversation that Santana overheard. Apparently, Dez was speaking with her crew about leaving a key to her room at the desk to hook up with the Ethan cat.
Taking matters into their own hands, they decided to bring the key to me instead. Technically it wasn’t any of our business who Dez fucked and what kind of stupid shit she was into, but I acted accordingly. At least, I planned on acting as a protector. Anyone could have gotten their hands on that keycard. Hell, someone working for the hotel could have taken it upon themselves to visit her room. It didn’t take much for Wolf to obtain the key while the front desk attendant was being wooed by Santana.
If I had not intervened her boy would have been the recipient of that incredible head that still had me in a daze and a handful of ass on his lap. It should be flattering that I could effortlessly slide into home base with little back talk but sadly it didn’t. What we shared was only in the heat of the moment. What he gets is her attention and time. How was I to compete with that? Sure enough, Dez would be moving back to Lincoln soon but what did that really mean. Her moving back didn’t mean she wouldn’t choose to build something sound with him in the time it’s going to take.
DT said it was going to take actions not just words. Anyone that knew me and my brother, we came from a man with a limited vocabulary. That was the trait that we have been gifted and there was no teaching these dogs’ new tricks. With that thought in mind, that may be the reason that I am lacking in life. My communication skills suck. Instead of speaking my thoughts to her last night, I called myself drilling home my point. Those actions could be misconstrued to meaning one thing, I came to get my rocks off.
This shit was more difficult than I thought it would be. How did I get Dez to see that I wanted something more than what I eluded to before? Better yet how did I say that without sounding like a complete idiot? What if the words she spoke last night were what she truly felt? What if she really did hate me now and wanted nothing to do with me? With no choice in the matter, I would have to accept it but it’s not mandatory that I like it. That shit very well could have been a farewell fuck for all that I knew. That thought alone had me revving the throttle giving the only lady in my life that doesn’t stress me out some momentum. The need for speed was more than a video game, it was the adrenaline rush that I needed to chase these demons away.
*****
Dez
“Damn, the white boy wasn’t bluffing huh?” Syd clapped. “That walk is noticeably different.”
“Silence.” How did I explain that Ethan was not who produced this walk? Would I look as stupid as I feel for fucking Cage last night? Last night, throughout the middle of the night – shit, we did a lot. One thought that has not left my brain, we kissed. Not just a peck like the last time when I practically tried to force my lips on his. No this was full-on lip lock, tongue wrestling type of kissing. The fact that I wasn’t the initiator did not get by me either, drunk and all.
“Damn, was it that bad?”
“Huh?” I asked in confusion. “Damn, girl I forgot you were here.”
“Way to destroy a girl’s self-esteem,” she scowled.
“No, I only meant, my mind is so fucked up right now.” I confessed. “Syd, I fucked up so bad.”
“What did you do, call him by another man’s name or something?” She snickered. Only if she knew how real that was, she wouldn’t be laughing. When I didn’t join in on the laughter, she stopped short and stared at me. “It wasn’t Cage’s was it?”
“In a way, that is exactly what I did.”
“WHAT? You lie!”
“Ethan never came to the room, Syd.”
“Then…”
“Cage showed up instead.”
“What the, wow. Shit. Damn. Uhm,” she was stammering over words. Stopping and starting to speak but when you really think about it, there was nothing to say. “How is that even possible?”
“Beats the shit out of me,” I shrugged and cringed. To say that I was a sore mess would be the biggest understatement of my life. Riding a motorcycle would prove to be quite difficult at this point. “I’m so glad we haven’t started riding regularly yet,” I whined.
“I love you girl but damn TMI.”
“Sorry,” I frowned.
“Just kidding but yeah, I guess I should have recognized that walk.”
“Is it that bad Syd?”
“I wouldn’t say bad but it’s definitely noticeable. What the fuck did he do to you last night?”
“Fucked the shit outta me, one. He made me swear not to ever let another muthafucka touch “his” pussy, two. Fucked my head all the way up, three.” The entire time we talked, I kept visually reliving everything that happened. From the kisses, touches, and lastly his maneuvering skills. If I was ever sure that I was a novice before, this last time with him definitely put me at the bottom of the totem pole.
“It’s not funny but if you could just see your face,” she tried her best to suppress her amusemen
t. She failed miserably. “Cousin put the smackdown on you, huh?”
“So not funny Syd, I’m in pain here.”
“Like you need to see a doctor kind of pain?”
“Of course not,” I rolled my eyes.
“Exactly, so I am entitled to this laugh.”
“I gotta get the fuck up out of here.”
“What’s the rush?”
“I left him sleeping upstairs.”
“Wait, so you didn’t get put out or he woke up and snapped. You snuck out while he was asleep?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“I can’t face him right now. I need some time.”
“What the hell are you going to do when you move back?”
“I will figure that out when the time comes.”
“Did y’all talk at all last night?”
“No talk before, during, or after. Wait, that isn’t completely accurate. If I’m not mistaken, I ranted to him about how much I hated him.” The look she gave me was one of complete confusion. “It was the cheap-ass imitation Goose talking.”
“So, you hate him, yet you allowed him to beat the stuffing out of that Egg McMuffin,” Syd questioned.
“I hate you so much right now.” I laughed at her reference to the old “Boyz -N- The Hood” movie.
“Kidding, but who hasn’t had hate/love sex? Those encounters are the most explosive. Just juices flying everywhere type of fucking, they typically end up with one or the other feeling some type of way. From what I can see that would be you. Something tells me that Cage will be pissed that you left without a word, then again maybe that is what he needs to get his shit together.”
“Ain’t no getting his shit together, Cage stated his case when I first left Lincoln.”