The Boy Next Door (14 page)

His blood boiling, Darren walked closer to the bed, taking his shirt off button by button and exposing his muscular chest.  He eyed her, not dropping his attention for a second, melding with her mind as their bodies began communicating.  He threw his shirt to the floor as he sat on the bed with his knees. 

Darren lay on top of Kacie and kissed her again, this time letting his hungry lips drop down to her neck, feasting on her lightly perfumed skin, her natural scent drawing him in closer.  He reached down and began pulling her silky sweater up, kissing her shoulders over the material.  She sighed as he pulled the sweater up, and kissed her shivering belly.  She was excited, a little nervous, and every touch that he gave her made her heart tremble. 

He slowly pushed her sweater up to her breasts, admiring her blue bra and generous cup size.  He moved his lips upward, placing a trail of kisses from her belly to her ribs and then on and between her cleavage.  She moaned softly, loving the feeling of a strong man’s lips between her breasts.  It felt a little dirty, a little wrong, but she arched her back, giving him more cleavage and more flesh to taste.

She groaned as he guided her sweater over her arms and off to the side of the bed.  He lay on top of her with his body, stroking through her hair with his hands as his lips found their way downward, making contact with her warm bosom.  He clenched her wrists in his hands as his kisses became firmer, hungrier, and more unwholesomely guided.  He didn’t just want her body.  He wanted to do nasty things to her, unladylike, lustful things.

She groaned louder as she felt his face lingering down at her skirt.  Still kissing her belly and then sinking his lips lower to just above her pelvis, he began pulling her skirt off.  He pressed his warm lips to her hips, then her thighs.  He could barely taste her sweat, her intimacy through the pores of her skin.

She groaned again, afraid to ask where he was going and why.

“Shhh,” he said, throwing her skirt aside and kissing her pelvis through her blue panties. 

“What are you doing?” she whispered, almost worried.

“What do you think?” he said, already pulling softly at her panties and desiring to taste what was forbidden.

“Mmmm…do you know what you’re doing?”

“What do you think?” he said, pulling her panties down and placing a perfect kiss on her neatly trimmed triangle.

“Oh my…I’ve never had a man do this before.”

“Well there’s a first time for every new experience.  Isn’t there, Kacie?”

He asked that tenderly, as he began softly tugging her panties until they slid down to her knees and then to her feet.

She was shy at first and tossed and turned, but he firmly opened her thighs, kissing her and letting the warm feelings burn.

“Oh my…don’t go too fast…”

“Not too fast, not too slow.  But just perfect, don’t you think?”

He moved in closer, finally resting his lips on her hairy patch, then licking his way to her clitoris.

“Ohhh God…” she moaned, alarmed at how loud she said it.  “That feels good.”

“It’s nice when a man knows what he’s doing, mmm?” Darren asked, always turned on when he could give a woman a reluctant but powerful pre-orgasm high.  He began licking her clit again, this time spreading the lips apart with his fingers to land on the magic spot.

“Ohhh this feels so different…”

He licked just hard enough to get her attention, just enough to unsettle her, but not rough enough to scare this exotic treasure away.  He let his licking continue at a natural pace, making her heart race and her pussy quiver with expectation.

He pushed her legs farther apart and looked into her eyes, sending her into a hesitant stare, but biting her finger in shyness.  He licked her smooth and long, this time using her finger to penetrate her pussy lips. 

“Mmmm…feels so good…” she moaned, a little ashamed of herself, but loving the feeling of surrendering to such a knowledgeable man, and one who was fully enjoying his lustful experience—defiling her body, selfishly taking what he wanted.

He licked deeper, this time sending his lips down into her vagina, tasting her first drip of pussy lube with his wet tongue.

She said nothing but her whole body shook.  She was too embarrassed but too dripping wet to make a sound.  Sensing her shyness, he intensified his licking.  He sent his tongue back up to her pounding clit, then began stroking her G-spot deep inside with his finger.  Her wetness made his fingering extra moist and slippery, the perfect angle to feel her every delicate nerve.

He began stroking her pussy with his finger and licking her clit faster, building her tension to a strong peak.  She arched her back and sent her hands above her head in quiet desperation.  She had nowhere to go and nothing to do but to come hard, a strong slutty orgasm like a man had never given her before.  She thought sickening terrible thoughts as she involuntarily spread her legs wider, welcoming him in and giving him more of her pussy to taste.  His hands and tongue were moving so fast, Kacie had to shut her eyes and grab her hair, holding back her first pang of orgasm.

Darren sensed her holding back and only intensified his stroking.  He added a little hum to his hard clit licking and continued pounding her G-spot inside.  With his free hand, he put pressure on her pubic bone, lightly massaging her pubic hair.  She started vibrating, her body reacting to his touch.  She couldn’t help but build to a crescendo, like an unwilling orgasm that had no choice but to explode from her delicate body. 

It felt amazing; a throbbing and pulsating heat in her loins that was sending waves throughout her body.  She had been fucked before, but never so thoroughly defiled.  He was going to eat her cunt until she creamed his face and it felt so bloody lovely.  So rude and impolite, but oh so freeing.

“Aahhhhh Jesus!  Jeeeesus!” she screamed, unable to control her own vocabulary, much less her spasming pelvis.  Her pussy creamed her face good, leaking lube all over his face but not stopping his clit-assaulting tongue.  Her pelvis continued inches side to side humping his mouth and giving him as much wet meat as he could handle.  He was so turned on he began chanting, holding back his own orgasm and tensing up his face.

“Ohhh God!” she screamed finally pushing his face away and turning away from him.  The power, the humiliation, the intensity of it all was dizzying and she needed a moment to return to reality.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he said, turning over on the bed and smiling ear to ear.

“Uh huh…uh huh…” Kacie said, still rocking and quaking, and finally taking a deep breath.  “Oh Darren…that was very, very good.”

“You were very good,” he said, once again putting his hand on her pussy, this time just for holding, just for an intense body connection without touching.  She sighed, breathing in the afterglow and almost without words.  This man certainly knew how to please a woman.  He was also rich and very enamored by her appearance.  She suddenly became nervous, as if this was too good to be true and something had to be wrong somewhere. 

But all those anxieties would be dealt with later.  This orgasm had been so dynamite-powerful, it was time for a nap—spooning him so nicely, his hand still pressed against her pubic bone, and the energy still so electrifying.

Chapter 5

Something was wrong somewhere.  Great men just didn’t fall from the sky, at least American men.  Maybe that was just “racism” talking again, but something seemed very wrong with this scenario.  What was wrong?  She was almost too happy.  She had just come vividly and now woke up in bed next to a sexy man—the dream, the perfect gentleman and a fierce lover to boot.

What was the catch?  She stared at him for a few long moments but decided not to wake his peacefully smiling face.

However, she did get up to shower and waited patiently in the dining room until he woke up, walking around in his pants still shirtless and looking sexy as hell.

“Why do you like me?” she said suspiciously, sitting in the dining room and eyeing him while drinking a cup of orange juice.

“What?”

“Something is wrong.  You’re hiding something.  I feel it.”

“Whoa, Kacie.  This must be an African thing.  I wake up and get the third degree?”

“Don’t give me that shit,” she said.  “What, you just wanted to get me into bed?”

“Yes.  What’s wrong with that?”

“Fuck that!” I wanted to get you into bed, White boy,” she said back with venom.  “But what else?  What else is wrong with you?”

“Oh.  That.”

“Oh?” she said widening her eyes.  “You admit it?  Tell me.”

“There is something you ought to know.”

“Tell me.”

“The guy…your agent or whatever he was.  He’s not a very nice man, Kacie.”

She listened with dread.

“He sold me to you.  To do whatever.  He disappeared.  I don’t exactly know how to get you home.  This was not a meet and greet.”

“Oh my God!  That liar!” she said, getting up and pacing.  “He said this was a date.  A meeting.  He sold me to you as a slave?”

“I didn’t know.  I was drunk and…”  He shut his eyes in defeat.  Probably shouldn’t have said that.

“You paid for me while you were drunk?”

“I was stupid, yes.  We’re all very stupid when it comes to this kind of thing.  That’s why I like smart women, Kacie, I’m an idiot sometimes.”

“Argghh, you fool.”

“But I’m not sorry.  I mean…listen you know you’re free to go.”

“Well I am going!  No one can keep me here against my will.”

“That’s fine.  I’ll buy you a ride home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” she said, angry as hell but not looking him in the eye.  She knew she wasn’t mad at Darren.  It wasn’t his fault for being a rich bored man with a hard-on.  It was the men she trusted, the one who sold her out because her life was meaningless in their eyes.

“Then go where you want, Kacie.  I can buy you a ticket anywhere.  If you need help getting into this country, I can help you.  However you want me to help you.”

“You would do that for me?  Why?  Because you’re Mister Nice Guy Billionaire?  I don’t buy it.”

“No, no, that’s not me at all,” he said with a head shake.  “Here’s the truth, darling.”

She listened and frowned, holding back tears of terror.

“The truth is, I’m just a dumb guy who got lucky.  I made a stupid joke to some friends.  The press heard about it and they all turned on me.  Called me a racist.  My dad came up with the idea of dating an African-American woman.  Real smooth political move, right?  But then late one night, I decided that maybe that wasn’t interesting.  Maybe finding a
really interesting
woman from South Africa was something more my speed.  I like extremes.  I like traveling the world, I like women who challenge me.  And you, Kacie, were so damn smart.  You were something wonderfully different than the boring women I always see around here.”

He looked into her eyes and then took her hand, letting her feel his skin and his racing pulse. 

“I do like you.  You’re a woman who’s suffered a lot.  But who has so much to offer a man like me, who’s barely got a soul.  But when I listen to you talk, I feel complete.  Like I can be a better person.  Like I could make you happy, if you’ll just let me.”

“You…really just like me?  You had the power to take me, to abuse me, to throw me away.  And then you give me my freedom?”

“Well, yeah.  It’s the right thing to do.”

“You silly man.  You’re not a racist.  When you’ve lived like I have and seen what I have seen, you learn what’s really in a man’s heart very quickly.”

“Well, I also think you’re the smartest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met.  And I’ll be heartbroken if you leave without finishing what we started.”

“Hmmm…” she smiled.  “You mean you want me to finish what I was going to give you.  Maybe it’s time for you to be a little selfish, Mister Crowley.  Fuck me like you mean it.”

Darren did fuck Kacie properly this time, the two of them wasting no time in fucking hard and recklessly all over the bed.  She was only wearing a robe but in no time, Darren tossed it off and helped himself to her full and bouncing breasts. 

She gasped as she ravaged her flesh, taking her intimate parts into her mouth, squeezing her breasts together for a tighter squeeze. 

“Say what you’re thinking…” she said with a smile, wanting to hear him lose control.

“Mmmm I want to taste your tits…”

“You like fucking Black women, big powerful White man?”

“Mmmm yeah,” he growled taking her chocolate-shaded tits into his mouth, sucking on her thick nipples. 

“Ahhh I like when you lose yourself in me.  Take my body.  Use me.”

He pinned her down to the bed and squeezed her breasts together, taking turns kissing and deep-sucking her nipples. 

“Mmmm yes!” she groaned, arching her back and putting her hands through her hair.  “Suck on those chocolate nipples.  Make me feel dirty.”

He licked her areola in a circle, leaving wet kisses all over her sensitive nip skin.  She giggled and groaned, enjoying the feeling of her nipples getting taught, her pussy getting wet.