Line Of Trust (BWWM Interracial Romance) (9 page)

When he got on the couch once again, she spread her legs and he settled in between them. She could feel the head of his cock rubbing against her slippery slit. She wanted nothing more than to have him inside her. She looked at him and arched her back but he pulled back, making her moan softly. She then held his hips and began pulling him down. Taylor couldn't help but feel excited that even though he was on top, she was somehow taking the reins. He let go of all control as he felt his cock on her wet opening. It wasn't long before she felt him slipping into her pussy. She looked up at him as she wiggled her hips from side to side, forcing his cock deeper inside her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his cock slip further into her as he looked into her eyes.

“Fuck me baby,” she said in a low voice as she looked at Taylor. He brought his head down and kissed her softly as he began to move his cock in and out of her slowly. She moaned again and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She moaned softly as she felt him slowly gaining momentum, his cock probing harder and deeper into her. Soon enough, he was being the usual jack hammer she was used to, his cock probing deeper and harder into her, making her moan and almost scream. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he began slamming his pelvis on hers, sending her to the verge of screaming.

She suddenly let out a gasp of “I’m gonna...” as she felt her orgasm mounting, getting harder and harder to conceal. Taylor pulled away and looked at down at her gorgeous face. The way her facial features were twisted as she tried to hold herself back was getting him closer and closer to his edge. He tried as much as he could to make that feeling last by sliding out of her, almost pulling his cock out before pushing it back into her as far as he could. He went on pushing harder and harder until she couldn't hold out anymore. She bit her lower lip in a bid not to scream. She looked into his eyes as she let out a loud moan signaling that she was on the final stretch.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me honey,” Taylor said as he went on slamming into her harder than ever.

“
Taylor....I...” she started saying before she felt a surge of energy going through her, her orgasm raking through her body. She moaned and screamed as she felt him exploding inside her. He buried his head in her shoulder as he emptied wad after wad into her until his orgasm died down.

“
Damn, now I’m hungry,” Desiree said as she felt Taylor’s cock slipping out of her pussy. She felt a shiver running through her spine as he pulled away from her damp body.

“
Yeah, you and me both,” he said as he lay next to her. “What did you've in mind for dinner?” he asked.

“
Kung pow chicken,” she said as she leaned on him.

“
Wow, you are a quick study. I thought you couldn’t make it because it had too many flavors to master,” he said. She shrugged.

“
I didn’t make it. The Chinese joint downtown delivers so all I had to do was....deliver,” she said, smiling. Taylor smiled and kissed her forehead.

“
I’m pretty sure if I stand up I will fall down so how about we have dinner in half an hour?” he asked. She smiled and nodded.

“
Perfect idea,” she said. But they never got off the couch after half an hour. Matter of fact, they never got off the couch that night, because they slept through the night cuddled up on that couch.

Taylor’s loud phone was what woke Desiree up the next morning. She reached for the phone in his trouser pocket and handed it to Taylor who answered it in a groggy voice. She was half asleep but she heard enough to know that Taylor had to rush out that morning. When he hung up, he kissed her softly and then got off the couch. She looked up at him as he walked towards the kitchen.

“Morning,” she said as she got up from the couch and followed him to the kitchen.

“
Morning,” he said as he opened the fridge. He took the juice out and took a few gulps from the bottle.

“
Use a glass, Ericson,” she said as she took his shirt from the floor and put it on.

“
Can’t, I need every minute,” he said before he walked upstairs.

“
Why?” she asked as she picked up the clothes they had left on the floor.

“
Emergency job,” Taylor called out, his voice towering over the sound of the shower he had turned on. She shrugged and walked the clothes to the laundry room before she walked back to the living room. She took a few of the strawberries and bit into them before she took the chocolate dip to the fridge. She was still cleaning up when Taylor walked down to the kitchen. He grabbed an apple from the counter and gave her a quick kiss. Desiree frowned. Taylor had always been mister proper breakfast. She was surprised he was willing to substitute his breakfast for an apple.

“
That’s it?” she asked.

“
there's a clogged drain that is stinking up a poor woman’s pool. I have to get right on it and then think about breakfast. I’m sorry about this,” he said before kissing her again. She smiled as she looked at him.

“
Guess I’ll be seeing you later then,” she said as he walked out. She looked at the counter and then put some water in the coffee maker. She was about to pour herself a cup when she noticed Taylor’s wrench. He had probably left it there after fixing the leaking pipe under the sink. She sighed as she thought of whether or not he really needed. He talked about a clogged drain. He was definitely going to need the wrench. She walked to the bathroom upstairs and took a quick shower before changing into a pair of jeans and a sleeveless top before she gave him a call. “Hey, I just noticed you left your wrench here,” she said.

“
Darn it. I must have forgotten to put it back after I fixed the leak under the sink,” he said.

“
Yeah, that’s what I thought. So will you need it today?” she asked as she looked at the wrench. “You mentioned a drain?” she asked.

“
Yeah I will and I am almost at the client’s place,” Taylor said.

“
Okay, just send me the directions and I will be there as soon as I can,” she said.

“
I will text it to you right now,” he said before hanging up. She looked at the phone and placed it on the counter thinking,
“so much for my day off”
as she walked to the fridge. Just like Taylor had done, she took three big gulps from the orange juice bottle and then took an apple from the bowl on the counter. She walked out of the house when the text came through and began walking down the street. She didn't walk for long before she spotted a cab. She gave the directions to the driver and leaned back against the seat as she rode to the address she had given him.

After a few minutes, she was in an entirely new area. The kind of area that had white picket fences and the two point five kids she had heard so much about. And this wasn't the only thing about this neighborhood that called out to her. It was the kind of neighborhood that had an aura of superiority, the kind that had sixty-five thousand dollar cars in their driveways. When the cab pulled up in front of a huge white house, Desiree gasped. This was the kind of house that she saw in those fine living magazines and ads. It was every bit perfect.

“Keep the meter running. I’ll be right back,” she said as she walked towards the front door. She knocked and waited but there was no answer. She knocked again and waited another long minute but there still was no answer. She reached into her bag and called Taylor but even then, there was no answer. She sighed as she looked around the yard. She noticed a small door that led to the back.
“I’m sure whoever It's will not mind,”
she thought as she walked towards the door.

She slowly pushed the door but it didn’t barge. She slipped her hand over the top and undid the latch before she pushed the door open. She slowly made her way into the compound as she admired the beautiful outdoor furniture. Whoever this was, Desiree found herself thinking that she didn't mind such a client in Taylor’s professional books. She was still admiring the tasteful decoration when she noticed Taylor talking to a woman, a woman in a bathing suit.
“What the hell...”
Desiree thought as she looked at them.

She hid around the corner when she realized who the woman was. It was Miranda Littlejohn, Tony’s top consultant. She hated the way she was giggling as she moved closer and closer to Taylor. Desiree shook her head. This was almost like Miranda was putting the moves on her boyfriend...and in a bathing suit no less, as if her short dress wasn’t enough. Desiree’s anger was rising as she watched Miranda slowly tracing her finger on Taylor’s shoulder. She knew exactly what that meant. She had seen women flirt, and hell, she had been a flirt herself at some point. When Miranda moved even closer, threatening to get Taylor into the pool, Desiree decided that she’d had enough.

“Hey guys,” she said as she walked towards them.

“
Hey, babe,” Taylor said looking at her, almost surprised, but the one who looked most surprised was Miranda.

“
How did you get in, I thought the door was locked,” Miranda said.

“
Yeah I knocked, twice. There was no answer,” Desiree said as she approached them. She looked at Miranda and she could have sworn that the only thing standing between her and planting the wrench in Miranda’s skull the next minute was her self-control.  She turned and looked at Taylor. “Brought you the wrench,” she said as she handed him the wrench.

“
Oh perfect. I’ll just put it away with the rest. These things have a way of disappearing on you, you know,” he said. Desiree smiled as Taylor walked away. She turned and looked at Miranda.

“
So, do you always dress like this when you call people to fix your drain?” she asked.

“
What this old thing? I was about to take a dip in the pool his morning when I noticed the foul smell. I barely had time to change by the time Taylor got here,” Miranda said. Desiree raised an eyebrow.

“
It's a forty-minute drive from Taylor’s to your place,” she said.

“
So? What are you trying to insinuate?” Miranda asked.

“
I am a woman, you asshole, and don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at him,” Desiree said. Miranda crossed her arms on her chest and looked at Desiree.

“
I really don’t like what you are insinuating, Diana,” Miranda said.

“
The name’s Desiree. Maybe the next time you try to steal some other woman’s man you might want to get the name right,” Desiree said as she sized Miranda up.

“
You really think that’s what I’m doing?” Miranda asked.

“
Well it doesn’t take rocket science to figure it out. The way you bat your eyes at him, the crossing of the legs. I am not blind, you know,” Desiree said. Miranda shrugged as she looked at Desiree from head to toe.

“
Well, there's stealing a man and there's low hanging fruit,” she said.

“
What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Desiree asked angrily.

“
Well, let’s face it, I am a ten and you....I’d say you are a five. Maybe a six on a good day,” Miranda said. Desiree looked at her and shook her head.

“
You know what, I will not stoop so low to be at your level. Just let Taylor know that I had to leave and I’ll see him later. At home, when he comes back to me,” she said, stressing the last words, making sure they would hit home. Miranda smiled and shrugged.

“
Fine. I’ll let him know but don’t count on him coming back home,” she said. Desiree turned around and began walking away before she stopped and looked at her. “And by the way, I always get what I want,” she added.

“
You’ve been warned,” she said before once again walking towards the door.

“
Oh please, bitch. I’m so scared,” Miranda said. Desiree stopped in her tracks and turned around. She walked back up to Miranda and stood in front of her.

“
What did you just call me?” Desiree asked as she looked at Miranda.

“
Bitch,” Miranda said. Desiree suddenly slapped her hard across the face just as Taylor walked back to where they were.

“
Dee, what the hell!” he yelled as he practically ran toward them.

Desiree was fuming as she walked out. She could hear Taylor calling out to her but she didn't want to stop. She knew that if she did, she would probably go back and finish what she started. And who would blame her? That bitch Littlejohn had it coming.

“
Dee!” Taylor called out as he ran after her. “Would you just stop for a minute?” he asked as he approached his truck where Desiree stood, leaning against it, breathing hard. When Taylor looked at her, he noticed that she had tears in her eyes but he had known her long enough to know that they were not tears of grief. He knew that given a choice, she would have finished what she started. That she would have probably done irreparable damage to Miranda’s face, maybe rearrange her dental formula. But now that she hadn’t, the only way to get her frustration out was her tears. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking at her. Desiree took a deep breath and nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. She looked at him and shook her head.