When the Smoke Clears (Interracial Firefighter Romance) (23 page)

“You’re fucking killing me.”

Usually, I stroked myself to faceless women. Most of the time a multiple amount all naked and curvy, slipping against my body and sucking anything they could.

Today, my cock didn’t need a fantasy. Kassie’s image flashed in my mind. I pretended she sat in the car, naked and begging me to use her anyway, I craved. More visions flashed in my head—her lips open getting ready to suck on my cock, her brown, plump ass in the air, jiggling in front of me. I bet those breasts had big areolas. At her house, her two points had stiffened and poked against her shirt.

“I should’ve taken your damn shirt off to see what they looked like.” I grunted and fucked my closed fist some more.

The car rocked. If anybody drove into the lot, they’d think two people were having sex inside my vehicle. It would be embarrassing if they rolled up and noticed it was only me.

“Kassie, you’ve got me acting like a pervert.” I pumped hard and stroked the top of my shaft. “That’s what you wanted. Didn’t you?”

Being on the edge of exploding always reminded me of how men were definitely animals. On the outside, we walked around on our two feet, conversing and holding ourselves in a particular manner. In private, with our dicks out and visions of beautiful pussy in our head, we turned wild and as raw as can be. No true etiquette existed for a session like this. After licking Kassie until she came, I could no longer hold back.

I pulled out her panties and covered my face with them.

A cop would’ve had a field day if he drove by my car to investigate. Since I knew most of the guys on the force, that shit would’ve ruined my reputation.

“Lou has it so bad he’s sniffing her undies like a drug fiend!”

But, how could I not? They were perfect, simple, white, and covered in her scent.

I groaned even louder, “Kassie.”

That’s right. Jack off with her panties on your face. You’re going to jail.

I breathed in her scent as I punished my cock. Sweat trickled down the side of my face. My legs cramped and I didn’t care. I kept on pumping, rocking into my hand, and sniffing the center of her panties. In my mind, Kassie was bouncing that big ass on top of me and I hoped to be deep inside, her wet arousal dripping down to my thighs. Creamy and sizzling hot, when my dick pumped hard and I came close to losing control all over her.

“Goddamn it!”

A shudder ran through me. I came so hard, it shot out onto the dashboard and steering wheel. But I wasn’t done. Pleasure crashed into my body so hard, all I could do was grunt and enjoy the devil’s ride.

“Motherfucker!” I shuddered out of control, spilling onto my pants. It looked like a tube of lotion exploded in front of me. It was a thick spurt. A hot, white stream. Running down my dick and slicking down my hands. All I could picture was Kassie, being a good girl and licking it up while cradled my balls in her soft fingers.

When I get her, I hope I don’t hurt her.

It took me about five minutes to come down from the high. I sat back with my dick out and sperm everywhere.

She definitely rattled the monster’s bars today.

Instead of getting myself together and starting the car, I picked up the phone and dialed the damn temptress that had caused all of the trouble.

Kassie answered on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Don’t you hello me. You’ve got me in my car, jacking off like a teenager.”

“What do you mean I’ve—”

“Don’t you ever answer the door like that, again, unless you’re hoping that I’ll take you down to the floor, bend you over, and pound my very, very big cock into that sexy little hole of yours.”

“Um. . .”

“Now, I’m late.”

“But you should’ve been there by now—”

“You had me jacking off in my car! And now, I have to go the car wash.”

Her voice went up an octave. “The car wash?”

“Sperm is everywhere!”

“Um. . .”

“Are you happy?”

“But I—”

“Sperm is everywhere!” I growled into the cell phone. “You don’t come around me without wearing your panties. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Answering the door with only a shirt on equals hard core, doggy style sex in my living room.”

“Good. Have a productive day, Kassie.”

“But—”

I hung up before she would have me turning around and begging for round two.

Chapter 15

Kassie

M
ama
Ganga showed up Monday afternoon. When I opened the door, she simply walked in with a big brown paper bag in one hand and her wooden cane in the right, the scent of cloves dotting her trail.

She stepped into my living room and faced me. “Have you lived this weekend?”

“Of course.” I stared at her cane, wondering what it would look like that day. She must’ve had a bunch of them, because this one was nothing like the others. In fact, the cane might’ve been banned to walk around with it in several states. Rubies dotted the black handle. Moaning, nude bodies covered the length. Men and woman kissing. Tongues thrusting. Wet thighs touching and fingers fucking. And just like the flames on her first cane, the bodies seemed to move and sway to their own melody.

Heat bloomed in my chest and I had to look away. “You have to give me your artist’s number.”

“If you had my artist’s number, then you wouldn’t be in this trouble in the first place.”

I stood there, trying to figure out that statement and gave up, “What does that even mean?”

“You’re too scared for all of that.” She studied me from head to toe. Those gray eyes looked like they were about to glow right in front of me. “Interesting. You sure did live. What did you do?”

“I worked out at the gym and spent time with my son.” I uncomfortably shifted my weight. “I went to the beach, too.”

A wrinkled smile spread across her face as she took me in some more. “You’ve been doing other things too, huh? You smell less scared, and there’s some confidence peeking out around your eyes.”

“What?”

“Where’s your dining table?” Dismissing my question, she headed off to the back sensing where it was.

What’s up with people just walking around my place like they own it today?

I followed behind her.

When we entered the dining area, she went to the dining table, placed her erotic cane on a chair, and set the bag down. “Here we go.”

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

Mama Ganga took out a blindfold. It was intriguing. Made from a shiny blue satin, wooden beads and seashells outlined the part around the eyes. Feathers and tiny white bones decorated the front in a swirling pattern. I’d never seen anything like it before. It looked like a little kid’s art project on voodoo. Next, she placed a large plastic bottle full of a green, murky liquid. The label had been ripped off the front. Whatever was in it, had not been the intention of the manufactures.

My face scrunched up in an odd expression while I leaned in further and studied the stuff on the side of the bottle. Crosses had been smeared on it with some red paint. Something told me it could’ve been blood, too, but that had to be crazy. What type of woman would write holy things in blood?

Probably a woman named Mama Ganga.

“Go ahead and drink this.” She twisted the top off and handed it to me.

I grabbed the bottle, careful not to touch the red crosses, just in case it was blood. “What is it?”

She picked her cane back up and leaned on it a little. “It’s a special tea.”

“Made with what?” I sniffed the top. A raw sewage-like odor irritated my nose. “Oh, God. Better yet, never mind. I don’t think I want to know.”

“Drink it.”

“I’m not drinking this. It smells like someone took a dump in pea soup.”

“Sounds like good eats to me.” She flashed perfect, white teeth. “Now, drink. You’ve already run out naked in the water in broad day light. Didn’t you start writing, after that?”

“Yes.”

“Are you still interested in doing more with that story or others?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Then drink, Kassie. Drink. Drink. Drink.” She slammed her cane against the floor. Boom. Boom. Boom. “Drink. Drink. Drink and you will write. Write. Write.”

She’s butt-balled crazy! But I have done dumber things. I might as well drink something nasty. What’s the worst that could happen? Well. . .I could die or get poisoned or have to go to the hospital. What would happen to Rich and Mom? Who would I—

“Get out of your head! And drink!” Mama Ganga slammed her cane against the floor again.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

“Fine,” I said. “Just please chill out with the cane.”

She flashed her teeth again. “Drink and stop whining.”

Holding my nose, I brought the bottle up to my mouth and gulped as much as I could.

This is just wrong. Nothing should be made this way. Oh God. It’s like grass and dead things.

I almost threw the stuff up a few times, especial when a few chunky things slipped over my tongue.

What the hell was that?! No. Don’t think about it. You can do this. It’s almost done.

When I finished, I let go of my nose and gasped for air and peace for my tongue. “Never. I can never, ever drink that, again.”

“Let’s hope you won’t have to.” She returned to her brown bag and placed a small radio on the table along with two alligator skin gloves and several candles. “We’re going to clean your senses. Get the fear out of them. Sit down.”

I did. “
Clean my senses
?”

“Yeah. They’re drenched in fear. You can’t get anything done, when you’re drowning in fear. Now, close your eyes.”

“Wait a minute. I don’t like to be—”

“Shush!” She placed the blindfold over my face.

The world left me. Pure darkness served as my reality. Tension hardened the back of my neck. My nerves flared on edge. My stomach grumbled in unease. Whatever I’d drank was not a healing liquid. I felt like throwing up.

I don’t like this. I think I’ve gone too far with the experimentation here.

Mama Ganga’s throaty voice scratched against my skin. “Has anyone ever blindfolded and tied you up?”

I stirred in the hard wood chair. “No.”

“Weren’t you married?”

“Yes.”

Her voice came from behind me. “How long?”

I jumped and turned her way, even though I couldn’t see her. “Too long. We hit ten years.”

Then she spoke from my other side, “Ten years and he never blindfolded and tied you up? It must’ve been boring in the bedroom.”

She’s a fast moving old woman, and quiet too. How’s she so silent with the cane.

“You rotted away in that marriage.”

“Is that a question?” I asked.

“It’s the truth. You didn’t trust your own husband to tie you up?”

I didn’t want to admit it, but I did. “No. It freaked me out to not have control of my hands, legs, and vision around him. I don’t know why.”

“You know why. He was not to be trusted.”

“Maybe.”

A throaty hiss came on my right. “That’s it. He was not to be trusted. Whenever he showed his true self to you, you understood it, but still you stayed. Why?”

“I didn’t want to be alone.”

“And now you’re all alone.”

“What does this have to do with writing?”

“You’re all by yourself, little Kassie.” A shrill laugh came from her. “You’re all by yourself. Nobody hugs you at night. Nobody kisses your lips. Nobody wants to lie next to Kassie.”

“Okay. Let’s stop.” I reached up to pull the thing away from my face, but I found I couldn’t even move my hands. Nothing was around them, but I couldn’t even lift a finger.

No! What’s going on?

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Oh, my God! What’s going on?! What the fuck is going on?!

And then Mama Ganga spoke from my side, scaring the shit out of me. Her warm breath brushing against my skin and sending anxious shivers through me. “You’re all alone. You’re all alone. You’re all alone.”

Shut up! What did you do to me?

“Oh, poor Kassie doesn’t have anyone to love. She’s all alone. By herself. No one to protect her. No one to heal her. No one to tell her she’s beautiful. She’s all alone.”

No, I’m not, you crazy bitch! What did you do to me?

She banged her cane against the floor over and over as she sang a song,
“Who’s going to kiss poor Kassie?”

Boom.

“Who’s going to give her a hug?”

Boom.

“Who’s going to love poor Kassie?”

Boom.

“Who’s going to give her love?”

Shut up! Shut up! I’ve got people who love me! I’ve got my son to hug and kiss. I’ve got options, you crazy woman! And I’ve got me. Me. Me. Me. I will love me and you can just go back to the devil!