AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (8 page)

He grinned like he’d been caught out. “It’s cool to hang around people who aren’t drugged up all the time. Makes the thought of leaving a little more tangible.”

“Right, so I’m just your tie to normality?” I teased.

“Well, that, and I think you’re super hot.”

Okay, I hadn’t been expecting that. His mouth was serious but his eyes were smiling, his tone playful.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I managed, trying to keep the quake out of my voice. Sure, I’d known this guy thought I was hot when he’d spoken to that bouncer to get me into the bar, but hearing him say it was all different kinds of sexy. We stared at each other for a moment, as if both of us were trying to figure out where to go from here.

“So,” I began. “Where’d you get your degree?”

And so started one of the best dates of my whole life. He was smart, funny, charming, and we even grew up watching the same sitcoms from the seventies. He was also a total gentleman, the kind that all my sorority sisters were constantly swooning over but could never find. Now that I’d stumbled across one of my own, I had to say it was actually kind of hot to be treated like a lady. I still insisted on paying for my own drinks, because that was just the way I worked it on dates, but it was nice to have someone open doors for me and talk to me politely.

So we sat and talked to hours, exchanging little snippets of our life stories, giggling over our retrospective college escapades. He’d been to the same college as me, so we reminisced over our time there, and I told him about all the stuff that had changed since he’d left. I was scrolling through my phone, trying to find the name of a Richard Wright book I couldn’t remember the name of, when his hand suddenly snuck across the burnished wood table and grasped mine.

I’d been having such a good time, I’d almost forgotten that the two of us were on a date. Our rapport was so easy and laid-back, it didn’t feel like the high-pressure push and pull for power I was used to from other guys. Glancing up at him, I smiled, and I felt his other hand brush my knee under the table. I was a little fuzzy from the alcohol, but I was certain that I didn’t want the night to end. Flicking my bangs out of my eyes and looking up at him, I ventured a question.

“Would you like to come back to my place? Just for another drink?” My voice was a lot higher than it normally was, but that was the effect of his hand on my bare knee. Half of me was urging him to slide it even higher, while the other half was telling me off for even considering doing something so lewd in public.

“Sure,” he smiled broadly, squeezing my hand in his strong fingers. “Do you want me to call us a taxi?”

I nodded, and he stepped away from the table to call a cab. I slid my phone away and busied myself with my coat, my mind whirling. Did I seriously just invite him back to my place? Was I being that obvious? And, while we’d had an awesome connection this evening, was he just feeding me lines that I wanted to hear?

Glancing across the bar at him, I took in his strong, athletic form once again, and told myself no, that couldn’t be it. If he’d wanted to just hook up with some girl, there were plenty who’d be more than willing to throw themselves at him. This was something more than that, and the thought made me excited. He was far outside my type, but maybe I’d spent too long hanging around the wrong types anyway. None of them had wanted what I wanted at the same time, after all, and we’d always ended up broken up and bitter. Maybe I was better off looking for someone a little closer to home?

The taxi arrived, and Randy took his hand in mine to lead me outside. It was raining, lightly, and I bundled myself into the car before I could get wet. I gave my address to the driver, and he tore away, plunging through the night towards my place. Randy hadn’t taken his hand off mine, and I was so deeply aware of the way his skin felt against mine, of the warmth of him. It was all I could do not to lean across the cab and pull him towards me. I wanted to taste him, to feel him, but I figured that that might be a little inappropriate with the driver in the front seat.

Anyway, I was getting hot from all the anticipation, and it just made me want his mouth on me even more. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been as excited about hooking up with a new guy as I was now.

By the time we arrived at my apartment building, I was desperate to get him upstairs and into my place. Fumbling with the keys, I just managed to get the door open before he spun me round, wrapped an arm around my waist, and kissed me.

Damn.

If all first kisses could be like this, then I’d be in love with the guy I’d first made out with in the ninth grade. Pushing the door shut behind us, Randy pulled me into his arms, holding me up as his mouth moved against mine. His tongue gently parted my lips, caressing them, as if he had been waiting to have me like this all night long. The strength of his body against mine matched with the softness of his lips was intoxicating, even more so than the rum and cokes I’d thrown back, and I slowly slid my tongue out to meet his.

Our kiss became deeper, my hand gripping his hair to tilt him towards me, and I felt him moan slightly into my mouth. Having the power to turn on such a gorgeous, alpha guy was insanely hot, and in that moment I would have done anything I could to please him. He just felt so natural, with his mouth on mine.

We stood in the doorway like that for a good few minutes, my hands travelling across his back and ending up at the waistband of his jeans, while his hands remained on my waist, angling me and caressing me so that I shivered with every motion. Then he began to move us, backing us towards the couch so that we both toppled down on to it, his body on top of mine. Feeling the sheer weight of his masculine body next to my own was a powerful thing, and I squeezed my eyes shut and kissed him harder, wriggling my body underneath his. I could already feel an erection growing beneath his jeans, and I fought to urge to reach down and touch it. Delayed gratification had been doing me so well up until this point, why change that now?

Kicking off my shoes, I parted my legs so I could wrap them around him and move against him properly. I hadn’t dry-humped like this since I was a freshman and determined to hold on to my virginity for someone special. Looking back, I was glad I’d done it when I had, because it meant I could go into this sexual encounter with Randy with a bit more confidence than I would have if I were a trembling virgin.

I felt Randy’s hand slither up my leg, making its way towards my thigh the way I dreamed it would back at the bar. It vanished under my skirt, and the warmth of his fingers against my cold flesh felt sensational. Bucking and writing underneath him, I pushed my body up to meet his hand, urging him to go further. When I felt his fingers brush up against my panties, my breath stopped for a moment.

He deftly massaged me through the fabric, a strange, slightly scratchy sensation that I’d never felt before. I moaned, allowing my head to drop back as he began to work his kisses along my neck.

Then he hooked his fingers around my panties and pulled them aside, exposing my landing strip to the cool air in my apartment. His fingers were just barely brushing the outside of my lips, his thumb occasionally glancing across my clitoris, and my whole body ached for some relief. When he pressed his index fingers against me, all I wanted to do was writhe against it long enough to relieve the pressure building between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Renee,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. His finger began to move in slow circles around my clit, and my entire body responded, my hips rocking to meet his rhythm. But he had other ideas.

Pulling me round so that my feet were on the ground, he positioned himself between my legs. Glancing up at me, he began to unbutton his shirt as I kicked my panties down over my feet and ruched my skirt a little higher so he could get a better look at me. It felt laviscious, sitting here with my clothes pulled aside to give him easy access, but I wanted him near to me and didn’t have time to bother with all that undressing business.

Once his shirt was off, he peeled down his jeans and boxers, and I craned my neck to see what he was packing. Da-amn, Thea was right. Whoever she’d got her information from wasn’t lying, because he was big. A thick, solid ten inches, the kind that made me lick my lips. But I didn’t have much time to focus on that little delight before he lowered his head down to my pussy, hovering his mouth just above me so that I could feel his breath tickling my aching flesh. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pressed his mouth into me, using his fingers to spread me open as he did so.

Fuck. His tongue was immediate and fast, hungrily darting all over my sex. Tasting my lips, my clit, my slit. I let out a cry of excitement, my body squirming to and fro on the couch as he formed a seal around my clitoris and began to gently suck. His tongue moved in circles across my sensitive nub, my back arching as he sent waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. That pressure between my legs was more insistent now, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I looked down, and saw that he’d taken his impressive erection in his hand and was slowly jerking himself off while he ate me out. The sight of him, so turned on by going down on me, on his knees between my legs, was all I needed to send me over the edge. Gasping and clutching at the couch, I came, my body tensing and twitching as he tongued me even faster, moving his face to keep up with my sudden movements.

I was still catching my breath back when I heard him fumbling in his jeans, pulling out a condom and sheathing himself. Still sitting on the floor, he gently tugged me towards him, pulling off my shirt as he did so. I hastily unzipped my skirt, casting it aside along with my bra, until we were both naked, sitting mere inches from each other.

“Is this okay?” he breathed, gently wrapping his arms around me again and pulling me towards him so that I was straddling him. My pussy was inches from his cock, and I couldn’t focus on anything but lowering myself down and taking every inch of him.

As answer, I slowly slid down, wincing slightly as he stretched me wide open. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure, taking a full minute to adjust to as I tried to take every bit of him. Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck, I began to move, my small breasts bouncing slowly as I rocked back and forth. He bit his lip as he looked up at me, his hands straying down to my ass, cupping and caressing my flesh. He began to grind up to meet me, letting us fall into a heady pace as we fucked on my living room floor.

I had never done it out of bed before, but this was…something else. It was right in between making love and fucking. There was a harsh hardness to it, matched with a tenderness. The way he landed a soft spank on my ass before he slid a hand up to brush the hair from my eyes. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, he just looked so good, and once again, having such power over this powerful man was as much of a turn on as the physical sensation of fucking him actually was.

We seemed to sit that like that forever, our bodies slowly rocking in time with each other, until I felt that familiar pressure begin to build between my legs once again. Seeing the way my face tensed up as I prepared myself to come, Randy reached down and placed his thumb against my clitoris, moving it back and forth in slow circles until I was clinging on to him for dear life.

And then, in a moment, it happened. My body exploded around his, my arms tightening around his shoulders, and I came. Within moments, I felt him reach his own climax inside of me, his body tensing for a moment and then releasing, relaxing. We stayed as we were for a moment, both of us trying to regain our breath and our dignity.

“That was…” he began, but I put a finger to his lips.

“We could talk about it, or we could have a beer and then do it again?” I suggested, a salacious smile playing at the corner of my lips. And judging by the way his face lit up, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to object to my plan.

When Randy left the next day, I felt a mix of emotions. Firstly, the sober part of me wondered if I would ever actually hear from him again. All those small, paranoid thoughts that had darted through my brain last night in between our festival of drinking and fucking and talking seemed to become more real in the light of day. The cynical part of my brain told me than he’d been feeding me a line, that he didn’t have any intention of getting out of the business or indeed ever seeing me again. After all, what did he have to gain? Unemployment? A broke graduate girlfriend with no real job yet? I couldn’t figure out why he’d want to leave all that behind, no matter how hard I tried.

But when I heard my phone buzz in my pocket later in the day, my heart still skipped a beat. It was him, inviting me out the following week. My first thoughts were excitement, and my second was disappointment that I’d have to wait a whole week to see him. But I filed away those thoughts, convincing myself that is was just some harmless, hot-as-hell fun.

So imagine my surprise when he came down with a bunch of CVs for me to look over, and job applications to help him fill out. It wasn’t what I’d expected from a second date, but it was proof that he was genuinely trying to start over. And that was the best thing I could have hoped for from him.

It took him a while, but he found a job in the end. Right up his alley, too. Running a small charity for drug-addicted teens outside the city. I knew it made him feel good to be giving back, to stamp his Karma card, and every day he went in, he came back a little happier at his place in the world. I ended up with that copywriting job, and both of us found ourselves working our way up our respective career ladders.