Quiet Storms
11
We got back in town and I dropped Derrick off at his car. I was gonna take Honey to the club to get ready to start her shift, then decided to just get a room and celebrate a little since she really did do a decent job with the bank situation. Honey had gotten into the front seat and was textin’ away on that damn BlackBerry as she’d been doin’ all evenin’.
“Damn, girl, that betta not be anotha nigga. . . .” I really didn’t mind her textin’ ’cause it gave me time to think, but I just wanted to make sure she was still down for me and only me.
“No, baby, I know whose pussy this is.” She looked at me with so much trust and affection, like a nigga could lose everything tomorrow and she would still be there.
It had started to rain and I was actually enjoyin’ the quiet drive, with nothin’ but the sound of the windshield wipers and Honey tappin’ at her BlackBerry keys every now and again. I was really startin’ to wonder who the hell she was carryin’ on such an intense conversation with, but I didn’t know if it was the suit she was wearin’ or the feelin’ of accomplishment, but my dick was startin’ to beg for some attention. I pulled off the highway and took an exit toward the south side of town. It was rainin’ harder now and lightnin’ was shootin’ across the sky like fireworks as one of those summer thunderstorms moved in.
Honey wasn’t payin’ any attention to where we were goin’. She was so busy textin’ she didn’t even notice that I’d pulled into a closed park. She finally looked up over that damn phone, and even though I was horny I was actually startin’ to feel what I guess you can call jealousy. I mean, she’d just gotten the thing; was she textin’ ’bout the bank job? Hell, maybe it was anotha nigga. I decided to make her pay for the way I was feelin’. You never let a bitch know when you really feelin’ some kinda way or she’ll use that shit to her full advantage. But there were always ways to get your point across.
“What’s wrong, baby, where are we?” She was lookin’ at me quizzically and I didn’t say a word, just looked at her blankly until I started to see fear slowly creep into her eyes. That’s what I wanted. I spoke very calmly and tried to hide the bulge that was startin’ to grow from the excitement of the moment and the control I had over her.
“You love me.” I didn’t ask so much as say it like a statement.
I saw her fear startin’ to ebb away.
“You know I do, baby. Is everything okay?”
I knew this area of town was secluded; the chances of anyone comin’ out here were pretty slim. Trees lined either side of the driveway that snaked up to the park entrance, and once you made it through the park’s gate it was almost like sittin’ in the middle of a forest. There were a few park benches and picnic tables underneath a wooden shelter and for the most part it was pretty much peaceful.
“Come wit’ me.” I put my cell in the arm rest, shut off the engine, and opened my door. I could tell Honey wanted to say somethin’, ask for an umbrella, complain about gettin’ her Versace suit wet, but I just acted like it wasn’t rainin’ and waited for her to get out of the car, and she did with no further hesitation. I walked over, took her hand, and led her toward the picnic shelter with the picnic table under it. I picked Honey up and sat her on the edge of the table and stood between her legs. She could feel the heat from my dick strainin’ against my khakis right up against her flesh; leave it to a stripper to be in two-thousand-dollar threads and not have on any damn panties. I smiled to myself. As I leaned in to kiss her she already knew what was ’bout to go down. I grabbed the back of her hair and leaned her head back so I could have full access to her neck.
She smelled like warm vanilla sugar and tasted just as sweet. I licked and sucked the rain from every inch of skin I had access to, from her collarbone upward to her earlobe, and was undoin’ my pants and pullin’ myself outta the slit in my boxers and khakis with my other hand. I stroked my dick for a second and let her hair go just long enough to roughly slide her ass closer to the edge of the table. I positioned myself and leaned forward, rubbin’ the head up and down the folds of her outer lips, teasin’ her pussy, slowly draggin’ her moisture upward and rubbin’ small circles ’round her clit.
She was moaning in my ear now, nibbling my earlobe in between sayin’ my name. This was the only time she ever called me Rasheed. Any other time I was “baby” or “daddy,” but when she really wanted it or when it was gettin’ extra good, she called me by my name. I was still feelin’ like I needed to remind her who she belonged to. Honey was about to get taught a new lesson.
I could feel her clit swelling as I maintained a steady rhythm rubbin’ myself across it. Every time I’d slip lower like I was about to slide in, she’d hold her breath and close her eyes, but then I’d move back up and massage her clit some more with the head. I’d decided it’s time she learn about the pleasure of pain. I almost laughed as a brief memory flashed my mind back to a time when I tried to go there with Michelle. She wasn’t goin’ for it and I never tried again. It always bothered me just a li’l that she could be so close-minded. But then I said to myself, Well that’s part of the reason I’m fuckin’ with Honey now.
Lightnin’ split the sky open and for a split second I wondered how safe it was to be under a tall wooden structure with my dick hangin’ out. I figured to hell with it, a nigga gotta die someday, what be a betta way than gettin’ some ass?
“Are you ready, baby?” I already knew the answer, but I just wanted to hear her say it. I could smell her wetness and feel it hot and slippery on my hand and dick. Michelle never got this fuckin’ wet for me. I didn’t think I could remember any chick gettin’ as wet as Honey did. I didn’t hear an answer, so I tightened my hand in her hair and put my mouth up against Honey’s ear.
“You want daddy to give you dis dick or not? I ain’t hear you.” I spoke through clenched teeth like I was angry for emphasis. She half moaned, half whispered, “Yes,” and tried to nod, but I had her head held back by her hair. In that second I took a deep breath and drove myself deep into her flesh. My rigid heat seared the folds of her soft warmth and I wrapped the hair at the nape of her neck tighter around my fist. I gently used my tongue to trace a circle right where her shoulder and neck met as I gently began stroking a slow fire in her. I bit down hard on her neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to bruise her, hard enough to make that shit hurt and would be sore to the touch later.
It takes a certain kind of person to appreciate pain with pleasure and I almost lost it when she reacted by screamin’ my name and lockin’ her legs tightly around my waist, pullin’ me deeper inside. Her fingernails were diggin’ into my shoulders through my shirt, but I still kept my grip on her hair and used my mouth to lightly suck on the same sensitive area I had just abused as I let her feel the length of me stretchin’ and slidin’ deeper.
She was so close. I could feel her pulsin’ and throbbin’, squeezin’ me tighter. I wasn’t the one in control anymore, her muscles were milkin’ me, almost forcin’ me to release. I could feel my sac tightenin’ and I knew we had to switch up or I definitely wasn’t gonna be finishin’ this race last. I lifted her small frame up without missin’ a stroke.
“Hold on to me.”
“Damn, daddy, wait a . . . Oooh, fuck . . .” Honey was gone; there weren’t any more words after that, at least none I could understand. We’d always been on a couch or had a bed available, so the whole standin’ up shit was new to her. That’s probably what I missed with Michelle. Even though it was good, it’s like there was nothin’ new about it, nothin’ I could teach her and tons of shit she wasn’t interested in learnin’.
I palmed an ass cheek in each hand and slid Honey’s thick ass up and then back down my pole, slowly at first, until she surprised me by wrappin’ her arms around my neck and pullin’ me tight against her, movin’ in a way I ain’t know she knew how to move. I shifted her weight so that I had one arm holdin’ her around the waist, and I used the other to once again take its position at the back of her neck. I tugged her hair gently, bringin’ her face up from my shoulder.
“Look at me, baby. Look daddy in the eye when you takin’ this dick.” I looked into Honey’s glazed eyes for a brief moment before kissing her deep, and I felt even more powerful as I drove myself deeper. I ended up kissin’ her moans ’cause the shit was feelin’ so good to her she couldn’t even kiss me back. I moved my hands back to guidin’ her ass and closed my own eyes for a second.
My biceps were startin’ to burn and I could feel my neck tightenin’ up, but none of that mattered because the tension buildin’ up let me know I was about to let go so deep inside, I wouldn’t be surprised if she could taste it. I could feel her legs startin’ to shake as they tightened even more around my waist, and as I drove upward I pulled Honey down hard, and was surprised as shit when her whole body shook and she bit down on my shoulder just as hard if not harder than I’d bitten her. I felt her walls clenchin’ around me with the first ripple of her release, and I had no choice but to join her and pray my ass ain’t fall over.