Never Again, No More 4

by Untamed

  “Let’s just say spin cycle is the shit during an orgasm,” she howled.

  “No, ma’am. We’re switching the subject right now. My mind is trying to create a visual, and I’m going to throw up if it does.”

  “All right. Enough about me. Tell me about Tony. I heard that he was awake and out of the hospital.”

  Confirming the news, I said, “Yes, he is.”

  Then I went into Tony’s story, including his proposal, and I told her about Gavin and our relationship. I also told her about my home purchase and how Tony had found out about Gavin.

  “Whoa! What happened after Gavin introduced himself as your man?” Charice asked.

  “Tony looked at me as if I’d hurt him to his core. I didn’t want to see him like that, so I talked to him as a courtesy.”

  “What did he say?” Charice asked. “I know he went off.”

  “Actually, he didn’t. He pretty much listened and seemed to accept it. Then he left. I haven’t heard from him since. I was going to take the boys over this weekend, though. I’ve just been so busy with moving.”

  “Wait, wait, wait a minute. Tony? Tony Light? Didn’t say anything?” Charice asked again.

  “Tony. Tony Light didn’t say a word.”

  “That ain’t him. Something ain’t right. Watch that muthafucka.”

  “You are so melodramatic at times, Charice.”

  “And you are so nondramatic at times, LaMeka. I’m telling you. Be on your p’s and q’s with that dude.”

  Not up for the debate, I agreed. “I will,” I said, hoping she’d drop the subject.

  After a brief period of silence, she asked, “How’s Lucinda? And has anyone heard from Trinity?”

  “Girl, Trinity hasn’t been heard from in, like, five months, so I don’t know what’s up with that chick. You know none of us has a number, so I hope she’s fine. But Lucinda, honey, I have to let her tell you about that fiasco going on over there between her and Aldris. Trust me. She’s got some mess going on for you.”

  “Lord, I would’ve thought she’d be drama free.”

  “What man you know who doesn’t eventually bring some type of drama?”

  She laughed. “Very true. Well, I guess I better call her too.”

  “All right, then, lady. Take care. I love you, boo.”

  “Love you back,” Charice said before we disconnected the line.

  “So all men bring drama, huh?” Gavin said, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

  Startled, I jumped. “You scared the life outta me.”

  “My best friend’s grandma used to say, ‘Then you ain’t living right.’”

  We both laughed at the old adage, and I turned to face him. “Shut up. And stop being up in my conversations. I stand behind every word I said. Men bring drama.”

  “And women start it.”

  “Oh, really?” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “Really,” he answered as he bent down and kissed me. “You know your mom has the boys out with her, and your sister just left with her dude.”

  “So, what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying the house is empty except for us for, like, the first time ever.”

  “So I guess we better make the most of it.” Stepping back, I lifted up my top. I enjoyed watching his expression as I let my huge breasts topple out after I unhooked my bra.

  He bit his lip. “Damn, girl. Mmm.”

  After gently pulling me toward him by my waist, he began to caress and suck on my twins. Oh, my gawd. This man could drive me fucking insane with his touch. The ironic thing was that Gavin and I had not actually done the “do” yet. With everything that had happened in my life, we had agreed to both get tested before we went there. Happily, we were both HIV and STD free. Besides waiting on the results, with so much going on with me, I’d not been up for it. Gavin was sweet about my not wanting to have sex while the kids or my mom were in the house, and even though I’d been to his house, we ended up falling asleep while watching television most times. We’d been doing some pretty heavy petting, and I knew that one or both of us would implode soon if we didn’t get some, even though it’d been only two weeks since we hooked up. That was how badly we wanted each other.

  He used his lips and hands to apply just the right amount of roughness I needed from a man, but he also knew how to apply the right amount of softness I needed with his touch. Every time he touched me, my knees buckled. He had a natural ability to be the most sensual person without being unmanly. Sure, I’d only ever slept with two men, but with the way Tony used to brag about his skills back when we were together, I knew he didn’t have shit on Gavin just from his kisses alone.

  “Mmm, Gavin,” I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  He kissed my neck and ear; then he pulled up. “I can’t let our first time go down like this,” he said huskily, shaking his head.

  “Hmm? What? No, baby, I’m ready. I am,” I said, panic mode activated. I needed this so badly, and, hell, I wanted it so badly.

  “I am too, baby, but I gotta do it right, though.” He walked into my bathroom, with me close on his heels. He turned around. “Sit on the bed for me, baby. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I said, then turned and went to lie across my king-size bed.

  Soon I heard the sound of water in the tub. Next, Gavin ran out of the room and returned with some items that I couldn’t see save for the wine bucket in his hand. Then I heard him in my closet, and he came out with a blanket and placed it on the floor.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Just wait.” He smiled; then he went back into the bathroom.

  A few minutes later, the water stopped, and he came out of the bathroom and stood before me with his hand held out. “Now come in the bathroom with me,” he said once I placed my hand in his. He guided me inside the bathroom. “This would’ve been better had I had everything and had more time,” he explained.

  Laid out by the Jacuzzi was a bottle of Moscato with two wineglasses and a bowl of grapes, and lit candles surrounding the tub.

  “Where’s the bubble bath?”

  A devilish grin crossed his face. “There is none. This isn’t a bath, just trust me.”

  He kissed me and began easing my jean capris and thong down. Once I was completely naked, he undressed himself. Then he helped me into the tub and then got in with me. He poured the wine and handed me a glass as he sat in front of me.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” He lifted his glass. “To new beginnings and endless possibilities.” We touched glasses and sipped together.

  Once I sat my glass down, I found out why this wasn’t a bath. He took his wine and began to pour it down between my breasts and around my nipples, and then he slowly licked every drop of wine up with his tongue. I was damn near in heaven. This shit felt so good, it had to be illegal in all fifty states. Once his glass was empty, he fed me a few grapes with his mouth.

  “You spoil me,” I said between grapes.

  “I’m supposed to,” Gavin replied sexily, rubbing my thighs.

  Gripping my thighs, Gavin spread my legs apart so that they were on opposite edges of the tub. He put a grape between his lips, and his face disappeared below the water. The sensation of the juice from the fruit combined with the feel of the grape and the suction of his tongue sent shock waves through my body.

  “Ooh, Gavin. I am on fire,” I moaned.

  After his face surfaced, he licked his lips and winked. “I know, baby,” he said, his lust apparent in his bated breaths. “Just relax and let me please you. You taste so damn sweet.” He licked his lips.

  This man didn’t know what he was doing to me. He turned on the Jacuzzi jets, and the warm water pulsated around my sensitive honey pot, heightening the sensation that was already building. Without further hesitation, he devoured his feast between my legs. The mixture of the warm water and the feel of him sent me straight over the edge. As I gripped the sides of the tub
for dear life, my legs began to quiver ferociously, yet I couldn’t move.

  “Ahh. Ahh, Gavin, baby. Ooh, baby,” I panted and moaned. My breathing was so shallow at that point that I could barely get a word out. “I’m ’bout to . . . ooh.”

  “Let it go, baby. Give it all to me. Let me make it mine.”

  That was all she wrote. “Ooh, Gavin!” I yelled, climaxing hard as he drank all of me to the last drop. I was shocked that the tub was still bolted down.

  He massaged my clit with his hand as my body slowly calmed and my senses and the feeling in my limbs began to return. When I finally opened my eyes, Gavin licked his lips and fingers.

  “Good to the very last drop.” He winked at me.

  “Baby, you are amazing.” I was in awe as I eased my legs into the tub and fell back in exhaustion. “I’ve never felt this way. Ever.”

  “I’m glad, because now I get to make you feel that way all the time.” He got out of the tub and grabbed a towel; then he helped me out and dried both of us from head to toe. “Can you walk?” he asked playfully.

  He was playing, but I was a little wobbly for real. “No,” I laughed. “You got me weak in the knees.”

  He laughed. “Okay, baby.” He picked me up as if he was about to carry me over the threshold. “Just hold on around my neck,” he said as he carried me out of the bathroom into my bedroom.

  He placed me on the blanket he’d laid on the floor in front of my fireplace, and then he grabbed a thicker blanket off the bed. He lay down with me and covered us with the thick blanket.

  “What are you doing? We have the bed. Besides, I’m freezing,” I told him, rubbing my arms. The cool air hitting my skin, which had been warmed by the “bath,” was giving me the chills.

  He shook his head. “Woman, let me get my romance on.”

  “Don’t get me started on something and take it away now.”

  “This is all Gavin all the time,” he said, turning the fireplace on low to let the light heat warm my body. “We have plenty of time for the bed.”

  “I feel like I’m on vacation or something, sprawled out on the beach, just me and you.”

  “Exactly. See, let your man handle this for you. If we can’t be on an exotic vacation, I’ll bring it to you.”

  He sat up on his knees in all his naked glory before me. That was when I zoomed in on his package. Lawd, have mercy. He was only at half-mast, and he was clearly thicker and longer than Tony. Whoever in the hell said black men had the girth had never run up on men like Gavin. The Cablanasians. It was actually light brown too. I’d always pictured it being pink or pale white. Well, he was breaking all kinds of myths today, and I was more than happy to be the one to unlock the mysteries.

  He leaned down to kiss my neck, instantly sending chills through my body. This man. This man. This man. Lawd, this man. He was about to go back down south when I stopped him. I would not do this with anybody else, but Gavin was different. Not only was he special to me, but he also made me feel special. All he ever did was aim to please me, so I wanted to please him. This time I could find pleasure, instead of disgust, in everything that I gave.

  “You don’t want me to go there?”

  “No, I want to please you—my way,” I said shyly.

  He looked at me, smiled, and stroked my cheek. “Baby, I want you to be comfortable with anything that you do.”

  “That’s the thing. I am comfortable. I was never comfortable before, but I am with you. So, please let me please you.”

  Gavin’s loving eyes captured me in a trance as his hands caressed my face, stroking my cheek and lips. The words that his lips didn’t speak resonated through his heart. He knew this moment was special for both of us, but especially for me. It signified that I was giving myself to him and, more importantly, that I trusted him with my precious body. The fact that he didn’t rush it and basked in the revelation made me feel that much more secure in my decision. He brought my face to his and kissed me softly and sweetly. Then we swapped spots. I gently massaged his manhood with my hand, and he moaned. I prayed I wouldn’t choke as I went in slow and sensual. What I had learned from Tony, with his evilness, was working to Gavin’s benefit. As I sensually worked his manhood in and out of my mouth, his fists grabbed the blanket, as if he were holding on for dear life, and his eyes rolled back. There was no doubt that he was enjoying every minute of it. He looked down at me in sheer amazement as his girth stretched and pulsated.

  “Damn, baby. Meka, you just don’t know,” he moaned. “Your mouth work feels so good. Oh, shit.”

  He breathed heavily, holding on to the back of my head, as I continued to move up and down on his shaft. I ain’t gon’ lie. He tasted damn good too. His sticky serum was just like candy to me, and I wanted to taste it all. The hotter he got, the wetter I got, until we both couldn’t take it.

  He pulled me up, flipped me on my back, and entered me. We paused for a moment and got lost in each other as the realization that we were now one consumed us. We shared a kiss so full of passion that neither of us could stand it any longer. Then my baby went to work. I had never been worked the way he was moving. He convinced me that not only could white men jump, but they had rhythm too. He tore down every myth I’d ever heard and damn near made me peel paint off the walls from yelling. After I’d climaxed twice, he flipped me over to his favorite position—doggy style.

  “Oh, damn, baby,” Gavin said in shock.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.

  My concern was met with his gorgeous half smile. “I’m in heaven. I’ve died and gone straight to heaven.” He rubbed his hand across my ass, in awe. “To see it in person, damn. You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  I tried my best to stifle my laughter, because he was as serious as a damn heart attack. I already knew the ass would get him. It was already rotund in my pants, but seeing it up close and personal was another story. While it was a hindrance to me, men loved it. And Gavin was most definitely a butt man.

  As he moved in and out, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “This shit . . . ooh, this shit. Man, I’m not gonna last.”

  “Baby?” I moaned.

  “Yes?”

  “Who’s your mama?”

  I began throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts, making my ass jiggle like jelly. He started losing control instantly. My baby tried to hold on, but his body began to tense up.

  “Oh, baby, shit,” he yelled as he climaxed.

  He collapsed on my back as his body was rocked by aftershocks. When he could finally move, he rolled over onto his back, and I snuggled beside him. He held me in his arms until his breathing returned to normal. When I looked up at him, he pushed my sweat-drenched hair out of my face.

  “So how did you enjoy our first time?” I asked, then reached up to kiss him.

  “It was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said sweetly. “You’ve got skills, baby. Let me tell you that.”

  “I try, but I cannot compete with you. I don’t believe any of the nonsense that people say about white men and sex anymore, because, baby, you puts it down.”

  He laughed. “Oh yeah? You liked that?”

  Smiling demurely, I planted another soft kiss on him. “I sure did. Let’s just say, ‘Baby . . . you the fucking best, you the fucking best. You the best I ever had, best I ever had.’ Real talk.” As I sang that snippet from Drake’s song, Gavin bobbed his head to it.

  A throaty chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m just glad you’re on birth control, because the way I unloaded just then, I know them would’ve been triplets,” he joked.

  After we finished teasing each other, we lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of our first moment together. The sex was great, but these were the moments I cherished. When I could be with the person who made me happy, and nothing had to be done or said as long as we were together. It was like my emotions were radiating to him. It was an awesome feeling.

  “I’m scared, Meka,” h
e blurted out.

  I rose up on one elbow and looked at him. “Of what? Why?”

  He sat up on his elbow so that he was looking directly at me and used his forefinger to trace the outline of my cheek. “The things I’m feeling for you when I’m with you . . . not even just then . . . even when we’re apart . . . I don’t know. It scares me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I’m scared to feel the way I feel. I’m scared of being scared of how I feel and of messing it up by moving too fast or too slow. Shit. I’m sounding real female right now,” he confessed.

  Dragging my fingers up and down his arm, I offered him some comforting words. “I know exactly how you feel, because I feel the same way. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me how you feel, because I get it. I really do.”

  He pulled me into him, and we were about to kiss when he pulled back. “Did you hear that?”

  “Hear what?” I asked, lost in our moment.

  He jumped up and threw on his jeans and T-shirt. “Somebody is out there. It sounded like glass shattering.”

  As soon as he said that, we heard an alarm go off. “That’s my car alarm,” he shrieked, and he took off toward the front door.

  Hurriedly, I put on my shorts and his wife beater and followed. As soon as I ran out the front door, I saw Gavin rushing up to some guy.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he roared, grabbing the dude.

  The next thing I knew, they started fist fighting.

  “Baby!” I ran down my front steps toward them. “Get off my boyfriend,” I hollered when I reached them. I pushed the guy.

  He turned around and knocked me flat on my ass, and that was when Gavin punched him and knocked his ass down on the grass. He had to shake himself out of a daze as he struggled to get up and staggered around.

  “Baby, you okay?” Gavin asked as he helped me up.

  “Yes. Who is that?” I asked frantically.

  “Fuck if I know. This son of a bitch just shattered the back window of my fucking Corvette,” he yelled. “You muthafucka!”

  The guy had finally shaken off the punch and broke out running when Gavin charged toward him again. I grabbed Gavin.