Scream My Name (22 page)

She came in hard pulsing waves, her body shaking, accepting Hawk’s powerful corkscrew thrusts while Gregory’s short tight thrust from behind shoved her completely over the edge. Her eyes tightly closed, the muscles in her face contracted along with every muscle in her body. Her toes curled, her body arched sharply, she took desperate gasps of air deep into her lungs, and her body shook violently as the orgasm tore through her.

Hawk swallowed her screams, pulled her on top of him, and Gregory’s athletic body deftly moved with them, never losing contact. With her on top of Hawk, he kept the kiss going, and she felt Gregory nudge her legs until both of them straddled either side of Hawk’s long stretched out legs.

Gripping her hips, he continued to deliver the short, shallow thrusts into her ass as Hawk crushed her pelvis against his, angling her, grinding her cunt on his cock. His powerful thrusts banged deliciously at her inner spot, as her clit ground against the wiry hairs around his shaft.

When a second orgasm hit, she nearly blacked out. She tore her mouth away from Hawk’s and screamed as the orgasm raced over her body. On and on the pleasure spiraled, and her throat became hoarse as she wailed her release.

Her boneless body, completely depleted, fell on top of Hawk. She heard Gregory’s guttural shout of pleasure before his hands grabbed her hips, and he plunged into her several more times, until she felt his body spasm and felt his release. His groans of pleasure mingled with Hawk’s, as he, too, issued several quick thrusts in succession before he grasped her tightly, grinding into her before she felt his body shake as he came.

Harsh sighs and breaths were the only things heard in the dark room. When Gregory pulled away from her, she couldn’t move, and remained lying on top of Hawk’s heavy chest.

The bedsprings creaked out a protest, and when Danita heard movement in the dim room, she opened her eyes, seeking out the source of the sound.

She could barely make out Gregory’s large form as he stepped into his jeans and shrugged his T-shirt over his body. Minutes later Danita heard the door to the bedroom open and close.

Her eyelids fluttered closed as Hawk nestled her closer to his body, drawing the light sheet over their cooling bodies.

Before she fell into a deep sleep, she felt Hawk’s hand caress the top of her head. Then he pressed a tender kiss on her face.

“I love you, Danita,” he whispered against the damp curls framing her temple.

“T
ony, have you thought about your plans after you’re released from the Ranch?” Hawk asked, mentioning the name of the outreach program that helped young men transition from juvenile hall to a life in the community. “Have you thought about what we talked about last week?”

The young man sitting across from Hawk with his body hunched down, his long legs encased in baggy jeans stretched out in front of him, tugged on his baseball cap, pulling down the rim even further to shade his eyes.

Hank had represented Tony in court, and had convinced the judge to place him in the Ranch, a place known for helping boys like Tony get their act together. It hadn’t been easy getting the boy into the place, and he’d had to call in a lot of favors and do some heavy petitioning on Tony’s behalf.

He hoped the young man would take advantage of the situation, and not squander the opportunity.

“Sit up.” Hawk issued the command without raising his voice, yet the young man immediately obeyed.

“Yeah, I been thinking. Just not too sure ’bout it yet,” he answered. Then he removed his hat, setting it in his lap as he fiddled with the brim, looking down at the cap and not at Hawk.

Hawk saw himself fifteen years ago in Tony, and he ran a hand over his long hair, pulling it away from his face.

He’d been the one to represent Tony in court when the young man had been involved in a robbery at a convenience store. Tony had been in the backseat of a car, passed out drunk, when a couple of his friends decided to rob the store, unbeknownst to him.

In all honesty, though, Hawk knew that while Tony hadn’t known what his friends had planned, and had woken as they sped away from the scene, had he been awake, it was more than likely he would have followed along with them.

He saw kids like Tony every day in court. Came across kids like Tony every day in the poor neighborhood where he kept his small law practice, which was also the same neighborhood he’d grown up in, and after graduating from Harvard Law School, had returned and chosen to live in.

And like the boy in front of him, Hawk had been a young man no one believed in. He’d been involved in drugs, hustling, and pulling off petty crimes. Had Aunt Sadie not helped him, he would have ended up another street casualty.

Aunt Sadie had literally pulled him back from the precipice of a certain bleak future. And so he could do no more than give back, to help those who were a mirror of the young man he’d once been, and devote his career to steering as many as he could from the same future he’d once faced.

“What’s not to be sure about? Look, you have this opportunity to make something of your life, and not end up just another thug looking for the next gig. Opportunities don’t come this way all the time.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Tony mumbled, avoiding Hawk’s eyes. “Like I said, I just don’t know yet,” he replied.

“It sure will beat the hell out of where you’ll end up if you keep going the same way you’re going now.” Hawk heard the grim tone in his voice, but it still didn’t seem to be sinking in with Tony that if he continued on his current path of self-destruction, he would end up either in and out of prison, or worse, dead.

But he held back from yelling at him, or worse, lifting him up and trying to knock some sense into the boy’s head. Both methods would result in the same reaction from Tony.

He’d shut down on Hawk, tune him out, and the progress they’d made together would be ruined. He ran a frustrated hand over his hair.

It wasn’t too late for him to get on the right path. He was a good kid. Had family support, parents who, although they worked long hours, were doing their best to raise him. Unlike Hawk, who, if Aunt Sadie hadn’t come into his life, there was no telling how he would have turned out.

“I know what it’s like, Tony, hanging out with the wrong crowd, trying to fit in. I’ve been there—”.

“Man, you don’t know what it’s like,” the young man mumbled, interrupting Hawk, his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, a light flush underscoring his deep brown skin.

“Listen, Tony,” Hawk started, and sat forward in his chair, clasping his hands together. “Not too long ago, I was just like you…”

“…getting in trouble, a real player, I thought I was. Always getting into situations I had no damn business being in. Skipping school, doing drugs, yeah, Tony, I was a lot like you.”

Danita inched closer to the partially closed door, unashamedly listening in on Hawk and the boy’s conversation. She’d come to break it off with him, confusion and depression settling over her as she made the decision, but it was one she felt she had to make.

She had already been with one man who didn’t share himself, not his complete self with her, though they were worlds apart in their treatment of her. Hawk made her feel special…loved, but she wondered if he would be able to open up about himself, bring her into his world so that she would be able to fully invest her emotions in him. Unless he could, there was no point in continuing their relationship.

She listened with tears in her eyes as Hawk outlined the grim choices the boy faced if he didn’t get it together, didn’t straighten up his act.

The words he spoke came from the heart. Danita didn’t have to be in the room to see his face, to know the truth. It was all in his voice, the emotion stark, plain to hear.

By the end, when Hawk had finished, there was a long silence. She heard the scraping of chairs and rustling noises that alerted her that the meeting was over, yet she remained glued to the spot.

When the door opened and Hawk came out, his arm around the young man’s narrow shoulders, they locked gazes.

“H
ey,” she said, feeling shy for no other reason than she felt vulnerable, embarrassed, and angry. Embarrassed she had been caught, obviously listening to his conversation with the boy, and angry over his refusal to share with her what he gave to the young man so willingly.

And vulnerable because she’d allowed—willingly allowed—him to fulfill a fantasy of hers. That she’d, in a way, exposed herself to him.

“You weren’t going to leave without seeing me, were you?” he asked, his astute penetrating gaze seeing straight through her.

Danita resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest as though to protect herself from his all-knowing eyes.

Tony startled them both when he spoke. “Hey Mr. Wik, I’ll catch you later.” He spoke into the silence, curiously looking back and forth between Hawk and Danita.

Hawk turned away from Danita and smiled slightly at the young man.

“Okay, we’ll pick up where we left off. And don’t forget what I said. I’ll be checking in with your parole officer this week,” he warned the boy.

With what seemed to be relief, Tony hitched his backpack over one thin shoulder, nodded to Hawk, and murmured a good-bye to Danita before quietly leaving them alone.

“Yes, I mean no, I mean…” Danita clamped her mouth shut.

“Come in,” he said, and Danita followed him into his office.

He closed the door behind them, and immediately went to take Danita into his arms.

She shoved away from him, holding up a hand. He then noticed the note that she held clutched in her fist, and glanced from her to it, a question in his dark eyes.

“For me?” he asked, indicating with a nod of his head the note she had clutched in her fist.

Danita licked dry lips. “I didn’t want to interrupt your session…” She broke off when he pried the note from her hand. He scanned the contents, a small tic in his jaw the only indication of his emotions.

“So, you’re leaving me, too?” he asked, and turned away from her. He walked over to the bay window in the corner of the large, open office.

“No. Yes. I don’t know,” she said, her confusion giving her a headache, as she still couldn’t sort out her feelings for him.

He turned back to her. “Make up your mind, Danita. Either you want me or you don’t.”

She sighed.

“I do want you. That’s what makes this so damn hard.”

He said nothing, simply looked at her.

“But I just ended a relationship where I was always left in the dark as to what was going on.”

“And you think this is what I’m doing? Leaving you in the dark about my feelings? What else do I need to do to…”

“Stop right there.” Danita saw the way the conversation was going. “I never said that.”

“No? Then what is it Dani?” he pleaded.

She walked toward him, taking his outstretched hands, and he guided her to one of the large chairs in the room.

She succumbed, allowing him to sit her in his lap, and for her head to rest on his chest.

“I want you to let
me
get inside. I want you to share yourself with me. I want to give you pleasure, I want you to receive what I have to give openly. God, I don’t even know how to explain it.” She felt like weeping in pure frustration.

He stroked a hand down her hair and pulled her closer, and she felt the hard ridge beneath his slacks nudge against her buttocks.

He laughed. “You don’t think you give me pleasure, Dani? Nothing could be further from the truth.”

“Yes, but you are always the one to give pleasure. Selfless pleasure. Mind-blowing selfless pleasure.” She laughed without humor, feeling exposed and raw. “Please…let me be the one to give you pleasure,” she begged.

Danita noted the confusion on his face and slowly eased away from his lap. He reached out to stop her but she ignored him.

She lay between his legs and with her eyes trained on his, unfastened his slacks and reached her hand inside his boxers to lift out his thickened shaft.

“Allow me to be the one you let get close to you, the one nestled as tightly in your heart as you are in mine,” she whispered, running her hands down his hardening length to cup his warm scrotal sac before maneuvering the shorts down and away. She rasped her thumb over the tiny eye at the end of his cock, and wiped away his moisture before she licked it off her thumb.

“Danita…what are you…” he stopped, inhaling a deep breath when she leaned down, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed him.

He leaned down and tried to pull her wet, tight mouth from around his shaft, but Danita kept herself steady.

She eased her mouth up and down the length of his dick, swirling her tongue around the plump, round knob, and gently licked the tiny slit in the center that wept a small bead of his seed before opening her mouth wide and sliding it over his erection until the end bumped the back of her throat.

“Danita…” he panted.

Danita glanced up and smiled around his thickness. His head was thrown back as he groaned, and the cords in his neck starkly stood out against the golden hue of his skin.

“Shit!” he grunted. The expletive was as unexpected as it was raw, coming from Hawk.

He grabbed both sides of her head, tunneled his fingers in her curls and twisted his hips, and she felt his dick bump the back of her throat.

Danita was entranced with the almost animallike sounds of pleasure he uttered, and the feel of his hot, hard shaft cradled in her mouth.

Danita grasped his cock, ringing him with her hands in counterclockwise motions as she deep throated him, taking as much of his length as she could in her mouth. Helpless, he grasped her by the hair and pumped shallow thrusts into her mouth. His strong, lean body began to shake as his orgasm hit.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his hot, sweet cum filled her mouth and eased down her throat. When he pushed her away, seconds after coming, his face was set in taut lines, and she knew it had nothing to do with overwhelming joy after the mind-numbing blow job she’d just given him.

The first blow job, mind-blowing or otherwise, she’d given to any man.