AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (63 page)

It was amazing that I was actually able to continue standing after such a momentous experience. It actually was something that I would remember for quite some time to come. If I could have that over and over again, I would be a very happy woman.

He emerged from the water with his hand moving across his own bald head. He was at least a foot taller than me and I felt totally encompassed within his gravity. I thought it might be a good idea that I show him what I could do, but I wasn’t sure if I was up to the task of holding my breath for long periods of time.

He took my two hands and walked towards the shore, as the water continued to rise, until his member had emerged with drippings of water now showing me the way. I grabbed him tightly, as he bit his bottom lip. I slowly moved my tongue down between his pectorals and moved steadily closer towards the object of my desire.

I found myself on my knees, the rocks digging into my skin, ready to consume the gift in front of me. He already unwrapped it for me and I was now holding it in gentle fingers, wondering if just touching it with my tongue would send him off.

“I certainly didn’t think this was going to happen between us, Natalie. I thought…you were way out of my league.”

The strength of his pillar of manhood felt firm in my grip. I bent it slightly, so that I could get my mouth over top of it. Once that was accomplished, I moved in for the kill, until I was kissing the middle of his length.

I loved the sound of moans coming from his lips and the way that his cock was now flexing against my tongue and the back of my mouth. It managed to find its way into my throat. I was using the squeezing sensation of those muscles that I’ve come to learn to use so well.

“I had no idea that a woman could…do that,” he moaned.

I could feel him bulging and swelling to the touch and I knew that it was just a matter of time before he found his release. I wasn’t going to let him, but the slight stream that was sliding across my tongue was more than enough to whet my appetite for even more.

“If you don’t stop,” he growled in a husky voice, “then I’m afraid of what I’m going to do.”

He had no reason to be afraid, because I was the one that was pulling his strings. I wanted him to do more. To go crazy. He was my sexual puppet and I had him ready to blow from the moment that I put him near my lips.

I was able to keep him from finding his own pleasure, but it was only temporary and for my own amusement. I was soon bobbing my head and squeezing with my lips at the same time. I loved the feel of him and the way that the vein along the back side was now throbbing insistently. There was no denying that he couldn’t hold out for much longer against what I was doing. I felt it coming, felt his balls tighten, felt his abs quiver.

“I can’t take it anymore… AHHHHHHH!”

His member exploded with such force that it almost came loose from my lips. I bit down on him to keep it where it was, working my fingers along the length of him to get every single drop that he had to give. There wasn’t going to be anything left and I was going to leave him dry and wanting. Even after he was finished, I purposely licked around the crown to make him jerk and moan and twitch as I explored his oversensitive flesh.

I don’t think that he was going to complain too much, but for me this was just a prelude to better things to come. It took a moment for me to compose myself and get back on my feet. My knees were hurting something fierce, but I wasn’t going to allow that kind of pain to ruin what we had together. There was no way that I was going to let him walk away without feeling what it was like to truly be with him.

“I hope that I was better than most,” I told him, licking him off my lips. “I pride myself on my expertise. I’ve learned several techniques and I think I used almost all of them on you. Your cock is delicious. It really does melt in my mouth and not in my hand.” This brought forth a roaring laughter from him that echoed in the sky. “I hope you can get it up again. I know how most guys need a breather between orgasms.”

I was trying to make that happen, actually, by grabbing him and squeezing him rhythmically with my hands, tickling his balls, caressing him like an experienced masseuse. I was already hot to trot and I could tell from the way that he was growing in my hand that he wasn’t near done. I would have more of him yet.

“You really have created a monster, Natalie. Just looking at you makes me want to fuck you in the worst way possible. The best way, I mean. I want to pound that little pussy until you can’t stand it anymore. I want to make you crawl away on your hands and knees. I will follow you, driving you deep and hard and letting you feel every single inch with each stroke in your body.”

His words melted into my brain. So hot. So furiously worked up. Maybe he was doing it for his own benefit, because his cock was now ram hard stiff and ready to storm my castle all over again.

This time, I was the one that was going to take control. I grabbed him by his cock and led him out of the water and onto the sand. I laid there with his body over top of mine. His knees were now pushing mine aside and splitting me down the middle. My wet pussy was juicy and waiting for him. He placed his knob at the entrance and waited for me to give him some kind of sign.

It came in the form of me lifting my body and taking half of him before he even realized what I was doing. His eyes were alive with a fire that couldn’t be contained. I loved the way that he was looking at me. It made me feel like he couldn’t live without me. He was only halfway in, and I was doing my best to bury him deep, all the way. All…the…way!

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “I wasn’t expecting that. It’s nice to see that somebody else can do some of the work.”

I was pushing myself up against him and before long his cock had disappeared. The only thing outside of me were his balls and if I had my way, I would’ve stuffed them up inside me with the rest of him.

He moved against me and I could feel his hardon striking up against a part of my body that had not seen action in a very long time. Eight inches was not as easy to come by as you might think. I suppose I could resort to going to clubs and feeling up every man to see if they measured up, but I just wasn’t that kind of girl. It’s not to say that I haven’t fantasized about doing that. There were plenty of nights that I used my hands and brought those images to mind.

“I think that you’ll find that I’m full of surprises,” I told him as my rhythm made me bounce on his hard hips. Once again, I proved the adage by reaching up and tweaking at his nipples. He moaned incoherently and I could feel his cock jerking like a fish out of water. I twisted them from side to side, seeing in his eyes that this was not something that women usually did for him.

“I see that I have myself a handful.” He was smiling and he was now fucking me a little deeper and a little harder than before. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of taking this all the way to the finish line. Not yet. Not until I wanted him to.

“Jerome, if you think that you’re going to cum before I do, then you got another think coming.” I was going to have to set the pace and slow this down to a crawl to get what I wanted. I easily turned him by holding on to his waist and making sure that we didn’t come apart.

I was straddling his chest and raking my fingers down and leaving behind red streaks in my wake. I didn’t dig in too deeply, but enough that he had to arch his back and cry out with a certain pleasure that had come with a little bit of pain.

“I don’t think I’ve met another girl like you, Natalie. Ever.”

That was evident by the way that he was reacting. Girls can usually tell when a guy is just faking it. He wasn’t faking anything. I ground him in a circle, making sure that he was hitting that special spot and I found myself gushing all over him.

“YESSSSSSS.” I pounded down on his midsection, riding him like a cowboy would in a rodeo. If I had a hat, I would be throwing it up over my head. I’m sure that I would even yell a certain phrase that came to mind when a cowboy was getting his.

“Come on, girl. I know you can feel my cock about to burst. If you want it, then you know what you have to do. Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Take me. Do it!”

That orgasm that I was having had completely overwhelmed me and made me like a rag doll on top of him. He was the one that was going to have to take this the rest of the way. I had no energy, even though this had been my game from the start. I’d taken it too far. Or maybe not far enough.

He grabbed my hips and started to lift his while I was looking down and watching him slide in and out of my slit. I was getting close and I think we both knew that my second one was going to be bigger than the first.

“Yes… Oh my God… YESSSSSS!”

I had no idea who was saying it. Was it me? Him? Maybe both of us. We both climaxed, and our release mixed together inside of me. I didn’t know if he was ever going to stop. He was literally shaking from the aftermath of what I had put him through.

We gathered up our clothing, got dressed and looked at each other. I knew from that moment on that we would be together.

“I really do want to be with you, Natalie, but I’m going to have to deal with my past. I’ll come to you after I have my meeting with Ramon.”

There was no talking him out of this course of action. He needed closure and I think that we both needed it to make this relationship work.

I drove him back to his shop and then I went about my business for the rest of the day. It was about five PM when I heard that there were gunshots and that two people had been killed. Right where Jerome had gone.

I was terrified that Jerome had bitten off more than he could chew. I was literally biting my nails and pacing back and forth in my living room for the next two hours.

I heard knocking on the door and I was half expecting to see police officers with their hats lowered to give me the bad news. When I opened the door and saw him, Jerome, standing there with blood on his knuckles, I knew that something had been settled.

“I’m sorry that I worried you, but this thing had to find a conclusion. It came down to me agreeing to come back to the fold if Ramon was able to beat me in a fair one on one knuckle dragging fight. I thought that he had me beat, but then I thought about you and it gave me the courage to reach down to a reserve of strength that I didn’t even know I had. I pummeled him, until he wasn’t able to stand. He could’ve easily had me killed, but I’d learned a long time ago that he was a man of honor.”

I hugged him and I could feel him grimace as I did from the bruises and maybe cracked ribs. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, where I was going to have to play with him with kid gloves.

That’s exactly what I was going to do.

When he landed on my mattress, I knew from that moment that this relationship would endure until the end of time.

It was about a month later that I waited for Jerome to come home from his new job. As he opened the door I nervously held up the positive pregnancy test. Would this be another trial in our relationship? Or a turning point? His shocked looked made me think I had my answer, until I saw it slowly transform into a look of joy.

Things just got real.

THE END

Taken Captive by the Thug

Chapter one

“I’ve worked tirelessly to get away from all of this. I’m not exactly happy about coming back after all this time. I didn’t even return for my parent’s funeral after the car accident. A drunk driver ran into them at a speed that killed them on contact. I’ve lost sight of what is important. I need to remind myself that family is something that I cannot turn my back on. No matter how much I dislike my little brother’s decisions, it doesn’t mean that I should throw him aside and never give him another thought.” I was talking to an elderly lady beside me. She was knitting and listening. I felt like I had found a kinship with a grandmother figure that I never had before.

“This whole thing has been bothering you for some time. You need to make things right and by going back; you can settle some old scores once and for all. Don’t let past grievances get in your way. You need to come to terms with what your brother has made of his life. You may not agree with it, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be a part of it.” I never had a white grandmother or even any grandmother for that matter. She was talking like she knew my situation. I had no idea how that was even possible in her white bred world.

“I know that you’re only trying to help, but how is it that you have this much insight into my problems. You don’t look like the type that would’ve been living with the threat of joining a gang anytime that you went to school.” I only asked the question because I was an African American woman struggling to make it in this world. I always look behind me driving my red Lexus, thinking that a police officer was going to take exception to me being behind the wheel. I didn’t want to become just another statistic.

“You don’t have a monopoly on having a rotten childhood. I may have not had gangs to worry about, but I did have my fair share of bullies. I thought that I was trapped with no where to turn. I actually contemplated taking my own life when I was eighteen. You don’t have to look at me like that. I realized before I did anything that I couldn’t allow them to have that kind of power over me. The only way to deal with it was head on. I found out soon after that bullies are afraid of anyone who stands up to them. They will fight of course, but you just need to stand and fight back to get their respect. Your brother deserves a second chance. I can only imagine what your parents’ death did to him emotionally. Not having you around turned him to the only life that he knew.” Betty sure knew how to get to the heart of the matter.

“You make some valid points. I’ve been trying to hide from my past, when the past is always going to be there, whether I like it or not. My brother may have turned towards a life of which I want no part, but I need to let him know that I will always be there for him. If he wants to get out, then I can help him find a way to extricate himself from a situation that is either going to land him in jail or dead on the street somewhere.” Every time that I got an e-mail from my brother, I felt this cold distance between us. It was time to put that where it belonged – in the past.

“You’ve already told me that you are a very respected professor teaching ethics and economics. You of all people know that there is a fine line between what is right and what is wrong. Everybody needs to decide what is best for them. You just have to hope that they have been given the tools to make the right decisions. To be honest, I’ve never really believed in differences in color. We are all here on earth to serve the one man above. Why we continue to fight against one another is beyond me.” If I could, I would bottle what she was selling and give it to anyone that was having their share of doubts.

“I’m exactly like you. I stress tolerance and show restraint when faced with an overwhelming problem. I’m giving the next generation a chance to rise above the expectations of society. We don’t have to be pigeonholed into a world that we can’t wrestle free from. We can fight our way out and there is always something that will allow us to reach for that lifeline. Economics is a subject that I feel very strongly about. If a person knows how their money works, then they can make their money work for them and not against them. I’ve given you some pointers. These are not foolproof by any means. I’m just making sure that you have everything that you need in your twilight years.”

“I appreciate that, Carmela. That is a very unusual name, but I imagine that it has some significance to your mother.” She was very astute. My name came from my grandmother. She was a strong woman that fought for equal rights and died during a period that was full of strife. “I thought that playing the market was for fools. I guess you just need to know what to look for to make an educated chance.” The plane was landing and I felt a momentary sense of hesitation creep into my bones. I really wasn’t sure I wanted to be back here.

“This is my stop. I don’t like Chicago, but it is where I grew up.” We had promised each other that we would stay in touch. I’d given her my e-mail and she had given me hers. There was no reason why we couldn’t continue to talk, but whether we actually would was another matter altogether. “I don’t think that I’ve had a more pleasant conversation on an airplane. Betty, your husband was a damn fool to leave you for a younger model. She’ll chew him up and then spit him out. You must know that she was only trying to get her claws into his money. There’s only one reason why most men of a certain age will turn their attention towards some hard little body that gives them the eye. She most likely feels sick to her stomach, but she’s holding out for that big payday.” I picked up my briefcase with my laptop inside. It wasn’t that expensive and was the one that I always used when I was traveling.

“I think that little tart is going to have a rude awakening. My husband has no idea how to deal with his finances. He was most generous in giving me half of his earnings. He’ll blow through that by giving her gifts. With your help, I’ve learned that I can stretch that dollar to work for me. That is a very valuable lesson and one that everybody should learn. You’ve made it possible for people to pick themselves up from their bootstraps and move on after any kind of disaster in the market. I commend you on being the voice for the people.” It felt nice to be validated.

“This is the easy part of my trip. My brother doesn’t even know that I’m coming. Let’s just say that it’s going to be quite a shock for him to see me standing at his doorstep. I think he believes that I abandoned him and I guess on some level it’s true. I didn’t want any part of this life. By the time that I realized what I was doing, I was leaving him in the dust. I would have loved to take him with me, but there was only room on this train for one.” I was wearing an expensive brand name red plunging blouse and a black skirt that went down to my knees.

“He’s most likely going to be stubborn, but I don’t want you to let that deter you from trying to rekindle your relationship. He’ll realize in the end that family is the only thing that is worth fighting for. He’ll give you hell and make you feel like you are two feet tall, but you are stronger than he gives you credit for. Your brother is no match for a woman with your character and strength.” It was nice to talk this thing out. It made me feel better about jumping on a plane and using my vacation time to come and try to convince my brother that it was time to leave this life behind.

I had no idea how he was going to feel about doing that. He was a rising star within the Knuckles. His main focus was apparently a feud between them and the Fourth Street Latino’s. It wasn’t clear what the beef was, but something was keeping them from living in peace. They had marked their territory with gang colors, thinking that was going to keep the peace. It was only a temporary fix, and something was going to happen that would push one or the other to the brink.

It was inevitable that this was going to turn into an all out street war, the likes that the police had never seen before. “I’m scared to approach him. He’s going to be very angry and I know that he’s going to try to slam the door in my face. Betty, you showed me that I need to be patient and not force anything.” I gave her a hug and I walked off that plane to be greeted by a black man with a bald head holding my name up in bold black letters.

Chapter two

I remember feeling funny in the cab, breathing deeply and having my entire world spinning around in a circle. I looked through the partition to see that the man that had greeted me was now smiling. He seemed to be getting great pleasure out of my discomfort. Come to think of it, if my brother didn’t even know I was coming… how was it that he sent someone for me?

I passed out and I have awakened to find that I was not exactly where I thought I was going to be. The room is dark, but there is a stream of light coming through the ugly yellow curtains. I’m strapped to a chair, my arms and legs are pretty much useless. I tried to struggle free, but those knots at my hand were only getting tighter. The only thing that I had going for me was that I wasn’t blindfolded. I hear dripping, and I tap the floor and figure it was made of concrete.

As I moved around, the chains around my ankles were unforgiving. My arms had this coarse thread-like texture rubbing against my wrist. I know that this is not good, but there’s no sense in panicking over something that is out of my control. I had to assess my situation and come to terms with the fact that I was taken against my will.

I hear a door swinging open on rusted hinges and then I see the figure of a man walking down the stairs. He is dressed like a gangbanger. He has a red and white do rag over his head and he carries himself like he is the leader. “I see that our guest of honor is awake. You may not recognize me and it’s been several years since we’ve been acquainted. My name is Anthony and I am the leader of the Fourth Street Latino’s. I’m afraid that our meeting this time is not going to be quite as cordial.” I didn’t want to believe that this had anything to do with my brother, but the writing was on the wall.

“You abducted me and you’re keeping me here as your hostage. What exactly do you expect to get from this? My brother and I are not exactly friends these days. If you think that he’s going to give up anything for the safe return of me, then you really have been out of touch. I came back to mend some fences.” He circled me with this swagger and a red handkerchief that was hanging out of his black jean pocket. I could see his boxers hanging over the top.

“I think that you might be protesting a little bit too much. Devlin is no fool and for him to rise to the ranks of leadership shows that he can be reasoned with. We just want what is owed to us. If we don’t get it, we’ll chop you up into little pieces and send you back to him one piece at a time. Smile, because we need to show him proof of life.” The flash blinded me for second. The only thing I could see were yellow dots in my pupils. “This is a basic business transaction. I’m sure that you can understand that with all of your degrees.” I gave him a disgusted look and cocked my head to the side to let him know that I really was in no position to argue the point. “I know all about you, Chiquita. You walked away from your family and now you try to slink back without anybody realizing that you’re coming. Let’s just say that I have long arms and the resources to know almost anything.” That could only mean that he had a spy within the ranks of my brother’s gang. I had told only one person.

“I think you’ll see that my brother is not one to be negotiated with. I hope for my sake that I’m wrong, but I think I know my brother a little bit better than you do.” The product in my hair was not staving off the sauna-like heat that was now penetrating into the follicles. I could feel the sweat dripping from the strands and down into the open cleavage of my red blouse. It had soaked through and I could see that those guys standing around like his own personal posse were not exactly subtle about their intentions.

“We shall see what he says little lady. If for some reason he does not feel it necessary to negotiate for your release, then we’ll have a little bit of fun with you first. You don’t look like the same young little thing that ran around high school looking to get you some. Take a good look at me and maybe it will jog some of your memories.” I narrowed my eyes, looked into his face and I suddenly came to the conclusion that he was the one that had made me lose my innocence. “You and I had a nice time and I introduced you to your first taste of Mary Jane. You were most anxious to please. I have to say that I’m looking forward to a repeat performance.”

The drug that he had given me must’ve been laced with something when I was eighteen. I knew exactly what I was doing, but I felt more compelled than necessary to give him my body freely. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but his overanxious hands and the way that he smiled made me drop my panties. I actually found myself enjoying riding the beast between his legs, as he squeezed my breasts and slapped my nipples to make me grimace with a sort of pain and pleasure mixed into one.

I turned my head away from him. He grabbed my face and turned it back, so that we were now looking at each other. “I knew that you would remember. I have to say that I’m looking forward to seeing what new techniques that you learned over the years. You know what they say about wishing in one hand and shitting in the other.” His laughter was met with a fake laughter of those that were underneath his purview. “I need to go have a face to face with your brother. It’s going to be interesting to see what he’s going to say. I won’t make you wait too long to find out his answer.” He patted his crotch squeezing the length of his member and bringing to mind how he felt banging within my folds when I was younger.

He raised his hand and they all walked away leaving me with one lone man. He was standing within the shadows with a tendril of smoke coming from a cigarette or something that he was smoking. “You don’t have to hide. It’s not like he’s going to let me live anyway. Even if my brother allows him to dictate the terms of my release, it doesn’t mean that he’s going to be a man of his word. At the very least, you can talk to me and not be some kind of coward.” I saw the flick of the butt from his hand land at my feet.