Sins of a Siren (27 page)

After he turned off the water in the humid bathroom, she slid the small, opaque window open, took one of the dingy white towels off the imitation-chrome towel rack and handed it to the soggy man.

The waning sunlight coming through the window sparkled in the waterdrops on his back as he began drying off. She couldn't help herself. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. It was as though she was holding a padded bag of cement. Beneath his pudgy exterior was a solid man. She kissed the middle of his wide shoulders, licking a few drops of water in the process. She felt as well as heard a sigh of pleasure resonate inside him.

Her hands circled his belly, rubbed his nipples. Caught up in her own desire, she laid her face sideways on his back and rubbed his chest. Her hands found his tools. She gently held his heavy balls. “Ohhhhhhhhhh, Mya….mmmmmmmmm…”

“Mmmmmm…we need to empty these…”

In a surprisingly agile move, he spun around, swooped her up in his arms and carried her to the queen-sized bed. “You have no idea how long I have wanted you.”

She thought back to how she caught him jacking off on the
train ride from Baltimore. She rubbed his bearded cheek. “I think I do, baby. Do you mind if I start callin' you ‘Eli' instead of ‘Box'? I like that better.”

Finding his voice was difficult for the off-the-charts horny man. “Ahhh, sure…by all means.”

Lying side-by-side, face-to-face, her lips found his, then their tongues touched. His kiss was tender, gentle and passionate. She could not recall the last time she was kissed like that from a man. Some of the women she had bedded were great kissers, but Box was by far the best-kissing man she had serviced.

Her head leaned back as he kissed his way down her cheek, to her neck and her waiting nipples. He rolled her onto her back and kissed, sucked, caressed her breasts. His caring and patient touch turned up her vaginal fire several degrees. She had to have him.

Now.

She pulled him up to her face. “Fuck me, Eli…,” she whispered.

He was beyond words. Anything she wanted was hers. He gave her a simple nod.

As he rolled over on his back, Trenda stopped him. “I said I want you to fuck me.”

He whispered, “I thought maybe you would want to be on top.” He self-consciously rubbed his stomach. “You might be more comfortable…you know I am kind of…heavy.”

A tear almost fell from her eye.
I bet that bitch Meagan makes him think that.
She rolled over onto her back, spread her smooth legs and pulled him to her. “No, I want to feel all of you… fuck me like you want to, baby…take what you want.”

A shiver of delight and awe rocked his big body as he maneuvered his root between her wet pink lips. “Ooooooooohhhh…Ooooooo, Myaaaaaaa…”

The feel of his weight, heat and strength loosened Trenda's freak. She wiggled her hips in tune with his thrust, taking all his post inside her. As his dickhead found her G-spot, she pulled her legs back and gave him all the pussy he could want. Her moans overlapped his. What started as a quest to simply pussy whip him soon turned into a boatload of unexpected passion.

Each time his full weight rested on her and she could barely catch her breath, she had a magical orgasm. Her fingernails dug into his back and ass. “Mmmmmm, Eli…deeper, baby…yesssssssss…”

The big man pounded her wetness relentlessly. It was as though Trenda had given a life raft to a drowning man. She licked the side of his neck and ears, taking the opportunity to turn the heat up a notch by whispering to him how good he was fucking her.

Even though most of her moves were scripted from previous “pussy-whoopin'” sessions, a noticeable amount of genuine pleasure caused her to moan loud and long at times. After her umpteenth orgasm, she felt his body quiver and his pace increase. “Yessssss, baby…gimme that cummmmmm…don't make me beg for it, baby…mmmmm.”

His garbled reply sounded like part Martian, part animal. He came loud and hard. She wrapped her arms around him, pressed her thighs against his and coaxed a remarkable amount of sperm out of the shrieking man. Whoever was on the other side of the tissue-thin motel room walls was sure to have heard his moans of pleasure.

Damnnnnnnnnnnn! He shot a lot!
she thought as a flow of lavahot cum ran out her pussy down between her ass cheeks.
I bet his girl never lets him nut inside her like that…
after giving him a minute to catch his breath, she wiped his face with her hand and looked into his eyes. They told her he was absolutely, completely and thoroughly narcotized by her enchanted pussy. “You okay, boo?”

He shook his head slowly as he rested on his elbows, taking most of his weight off of her. “No…no, I am not.” He kissed her soft lips. “That was the best sex I have had since…
ever!
”

“Uh-oh!” She grinned and rubbed his ass. “That's not good.”

They rolled over on their sides, facing each other. “I mean it, Mya; you were
incredible!
”

“I'm glad you think so.” She reached between them and caressed his package. “But I'm sure your girl takes good care of you.”

He kissed her lips a few times. “No…not like you. You are all I desire in a woman, Mya…”

He had no idea of the minefield he was now walking. He had sprung open the gateway for Trenda to work her magic. She stroked the side of his face and exhaled loudly. “I am flattered you feel that way, but I don't wanna get too close to you right now.”

The bed creaked as he propped himself up on one arm. “Why not? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it's not that.” She closed her eyes for effect. “I just don't wanna fall for you when my situation is what it is…”

“What do you mean? What's wrong, Mya?”

Her eyes opened slowly. “I really like you, Eli…but I am afraid of getting close to you when I might have to pack up and leave real soon.”

He caressed the side of her face, looked deep into her green eyes. “Why do you have to leave? You have a job now…are you still having problems?”

A tiny bit of guilt jabbed her in the gut, but she proceeded anyway. “Yeah, but it doesn't pay enough for me to afford my own place…I may have to go back to D.C. and move in with my parents until I can get on my feet. It's way more expensive to live out here than I thought. Plus, I don't wanna come between you and your relationship. Do you understand, baby?”

The lovelorn look on his face almost broke her down. It looked as though that big man was about to drown her in tears. “I have been looking for you all my life, Mya,” He gently caressed the side of her neck and whispered, “I know this sounds crazy, but I have dreamed of having a beautiful, sexy and fun woman like you…and I do not want to lose this dream.”

That last-minute quiver in his voice moved her in a way she was unaccustomed to. The urge to flee before doing any more damage to this man beckoned, but she fought it off. “You are so sweet, baby…but what about your woman? I don't want you to do anything you will regret.”

A long pause. “The only regret I will have is if I don't do all I can to make you mine.”

She blinked and pulled his head down so they were cheek to cheek. “Eli…you are making me…” It was at this point that she knew her mission was accomplished. But something about putting the whammy on this victim didn't feel as good as it did in the past.
What the fuck is going on, Trenda? Why are you so concerned for this dude?

“What? What do you mean, Mya? What am I making you do? I hope I didn't offend you in any way…did I?”

She kissed his lips. “No, baby…I was just a little overwhelmed… you are such a perfect man. Any woman would be glad to have you if she ain't crazy. I can deal with seeing you and seeing where we end up if you want…but to be honest, if I don't do something about finding an apartment, I will have no choice but to go back home.”

Before speaking, he gazed into her eyes. “I can help… If you promise to keep seeing me, I will help you get a place. I can take care of the first, last and deposit to get you in. Will that help you stay in my life?”

Girl, you are too good at this shit!
Her self-congratulation was unenthusiastic.
Why am I trippin'? He is just another pussy-hungry man, right?
Ignoring her thoughts, she replied, “I promise.”

After giving her a broad grin and a sigh of relief, he kissed her long and deeply. “Thank you, Mya…you won't be sorry.”

She smiled, rolled him over on his back and whispered, “Enough talkin'.” She stroked him as she kissed her way down to his growing penis. “I need something creamy to drink.”

“Piper?”

“Yes, Eric, this is Piper. I don't have a lot of time for pleasantries; did Trenda ever mention anything to you about a guy out here by the name of Walter Secrease?”

After sticking the gas pump nozzle into the tank of his black Lexus, Tyrone picked up the conversation with Piper. Just hearing her voice again put him on edge. “I think she said something about having a friend or cousin by that name out there. What's the latest? Did you find her?”

“I think so…I found that tramp running around with this Walter guy. He is paying for her very expensive hotel room downtown. I was hoping you had some information on him. I plan on paying him a visit at his place of work if I can't find his home address.”

He leaned back against his car. “When are you gonna do that? Do you think he knows how to get in touch with Trenda?”

“Do you think I would waste my time on that fucker if I didn't think he could lead me to Trenda? I just told you he is paying for her hotel room, idiot! Use your fucking head. I am going to go to his business tomorrow. I need to get a few things together today before I go see him. Stay tuned.”

The gas pump stopped seconds after Piper hung up on him. His frayed nerves did the cabbage patch on his mind.
How did I let myself get caught up in this shit? Now that Darius is out in California, this shit is now a federal crime if something goes wrong and we get busted!
“Fuck!” he said as he put the gas nozzle back and screwed on his
gas cap. The overcast sky felt as though it was closing in on him—like a long prison sentence. The pussy in him emerged. “Muthafuck that…if shit goes wrong on Darius's end, I'm gonna do what I gotta do to stay out of jail.” He hopped in his car and started the engine. “Even if I have to cut a deal with Internal Affairs…”

As he drove out of the gas station, he called Darius. “Tyrone… talk to me.”

“Man, I just got off the phone with Piper. That broad is about to go off.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“She just called to ask me about some dude named Walter Secrease. Says he is some buster Trenda knows. She told me he is paying for her hotel room. Does that name ring a bell?”

“
What?
Did you say he is paying for her hotel room?”

Distracted, Tyrone had to slam on his brakes in order to avoid rear-ending a taxicab. “Yeah…she said it was some expensive hotel downtown.”

“Downtown where? Did she say?”

“Fuck, I dunno! Oakland, I guess. She hung up before I could get any other info. Man, you really need to end this shit…end it
real
quick. Shit is gettin' tense out here waitin' to see what Internal Affairs is up to. I can't take a crap without worryin' if they're watchin' me.”

“Calm your ass down! All you have to do is keep your nose clean for a few more days and this shit will be over! Quit actin' like a fuckin' coward! Now…I'm gonna call you tomorrow. By then, this shit will be handled. Got it?”

“Fuck you!” Tyrone pulled over, spat out the gum he was chewing and opened the pack of Newports he had just purchased at the gas station. His stress made him dive headfirst off his eight-month-long stay on the no-smoking wagon. He fired one up, took a long drag, then exhaled. “Just get it done.”

The sound of Tyrone smoking signaled Darius his partner was rapidly coming apart.
I have got to end this shit before that scary bastard gets caught slippin'
, Darius thought as he walked back inside Moon's Chinese Café to finish off his meal.

While finishing off his lemon chicken, he sorted through the information Tyrone had given him on Walter.
So, Trenda has already worked that fool for a room…
a touch of jealousy hit him in the face once he admitted to himself that Walter was now getting his pussy. And head. Suddenly he was no longer hungry. After leaving a twenty on the table, he rushed to his rental car. He no longer felt the need to spare Walter's life if he got in the way.

Sunset, back at his motel room, Darius prepared for his next moves. Since Piper was going to visit Walter's place of business tomorrow, so would he. He removed one of the hollow point bullets from his pistol and absently spun it around on the desk as he worked out his plan.
I have to make sure Trenda ends up there, too. Some way, somehow I have to make sure she is at the funeral home when I get there.
A smile touched his face.
Or at least be there when Piper shows up…that would really make my day…