dragged... (Part 10)
“Baby, you’re looking lovely in that copper fringe,” he told me, licking his lips seductively.
“Quit it, stop making me blush, Nicholas Harper,” I said, giddy as a fifteen year old school girl.
“Come over and stop acting so bashful,” he requested, pulling me by my arm down on to the bed wear he was sitting, bare chest, with his black, leather, tight fitting pants on.
His upper chest muscles were pumped up, and his wash board stomach looked like rail road tracks, and tonight I wanted to be the train to ride across them. Two dimples filled the sides of his cheeks whenever he smiled, and the way his black goatee surrounded his soft, pink, lips had me wet with anticipation. He reminded me of that actor, Mel White, the one who was the ex-boyfriend of the Nia Long character in "Soul Food". His eyelashes were long, and his fair skin was blemish free, and he was extremely yummy.
“Missouri, you gonna let me have some of this?” He asked, pulling me into his chest, cupping my behind like a basketball.
“Look, Nick, I just met you. Shouldn’t we get to know each other before going all the way, huh?” I asked, using my index finger to run along the outline of his upper and bottom lip.
“Then why are you teasing me like this?” He asked, playfully biting at my index finger.
“Who’s teasing who, you’re the one squeezing my ass like it is some soft, two-ply,” I said, giggling.
“Oh, baby, it’s softer than two-ply, and I want some of this here, so why don’t you slide out of all that copper and show me what’s beneath all of them shingles,” He said, nuzzling against the side of my face.
I wanted him so bad, but I didn’t want to go too fast because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror in the morning. Instead of a one night treat, I wanted to be a fixture in his life. The last three dudes I’ve been with were only about the sex of it all, and I was tired of being somebody that was only worthy of affections behind the closed doors of a bedroom.
“Nick, tell me your story,” I asked him
“What story? Baby what are you talking about, there ain’t no story, now let me undo this bra and get you ready for the Nick’s dick, okay,” he said, moving his hands up and down my body, stopping at the clasp of my bra strap.
“Don’t do that,” I told him.
He scoffed, and then lay back onto the bed. I could see the rigidness of his personality protruding from the shiny, black leather, of his right pants pocket. It looked large and in charge, and I knew he wanted to submerge it beneath the waters of the SS Missouri, but I knew if I gave into him I was just going to be the subject of his bragging rights to his boy, Maddox.
I kicked off my copper stilettos, and climbed up beside him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He looked me in the eyes and, at first, I thought he was about to ask me to stop, but then he leaned up and brushed his lips across mine. It felt right too, and I opened my mouth to kiss him deeply.
When we stopped kissing for a brief moment, he searched my eyes as if he were looking for a reason to be doing what he was doing. I had heard from Elixir that Nick had never been with a guy, so I felt as if he were trying to come to terms with what he was doing with me. He took my hand, and placed it on his stiff pipe, forcing me to grip it tighter than I was doing.
“Dats for you, baby,” he said, leaning up again, kissing me on the bottom of my ear lobe.
It was turning into one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had.
“If we wait, then there might be more to it than just sex, Nichols Harper, and that’s what I need it to be, so if you cannot handle that then we don’t need to take this further,” I told him.
He didn’t respond.
He remained silent for about five minutes.
I didn’t know what to think of it all, but like I said, it had a great deal to do with this being his first time. I knew he wanted to get it over with, but I didn’t want to be a get-it-over-with fuck. Hell, if I allowed myself to be treated like a tossup, then I’d be no better than Sunny Skies – she was notorious for her humungous appetite and need for numerous sexual partners. I sure hoped that Maddox knew what he was getting himself into with that ho.
“So, what do you wanna do, just lay here then?” He asked, in a sweet, masculine tone.
“That would be nice,” I said.
He darted his eyes back and forth and then focused on me and said, “I think I can handle that, now come here and let me taste some more of them honey-lips of yours.”
I moved into his lips, and we started a tongue tango that would have scored a perfect 30 in a dance contest. He was so tender when he handled my body, and when his hands made their way up my skirt, he never attempted to take my panties down. This made me want him even more, but I decided to adhere to my own boundaries, I didn’t want to be a hypocrite.
I didn’t want to be Sunny Skies.
As we lay chest to chest I could actually feel the beat of his heart and it was beating in time with mine. The magic that we were creating almost felt fairytale like, and I felt just like a princess. He was my dashing prince and all we needed was happily ever after to make it all complete.
“Nick, I wish this were the beginning of something beautiful,” I whispered to him.
“Who says it can’t be, baby, I never thought that it would feel as good as this…so right…” He said, as his words trailed off and he shut his eyes to go to sleep.
Yes, sleep tight my sweet prince, mama is going to take care of you. I kissed the top of his eye lids lightly, and snuggled up against him and I couldn’t get close enough into the warmth of his sensational body. His light snoring sounded wonderful, and for the first time in a long time, I felt worthy to be loved. I didn’t feel dirty and mishandled. If I left Lilly’s with just Nick’s love, then everything would have been worth it, but something in the pit of my stomach assured me that things were about to get more complicated than I wanted them to get.
With Sunny Skies in the picture, I just knew that I was in for a rocky ride, and if Nick and I wound up as a couple after it was all over, then it would be a miracle. You see, these cloths that I got from her did carry a price tag and, even as wonderful as things were tonight, that bitch didn’t have it in her to leave things as wonderful as they had been for me.
She had already doused Elixir’s flame, and with all of that attention that I received earlier, I knew that she would come gunning for me eventually. It’s the type of bitch that she is; vindictive, envious, and cunning. All I was to her was a means of getting to that next plateau in her Drag career, and now, it seemed, with Elixir temporarily out of the picture, I was the next star she had to dim.
Before it was all over, there were going to be casualties and I did not want to be one of them, so I had to study her closely and watch her every move. I knew that she was planning something big and I knew it involved her having it all.
Sunny Skies, it was time for somebody to beat you at your own game.
Please, let that someone be me.
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