A Taste of Sin (21 page)
Authors: Fiona Zedde
Tags: #African American Women, #General, #Romance, #Erotic Fiction, #Adult, #Love Stories, #Fiction, #Lesbian, #Lesbians
She wouldn’t know about any such complications between couples. Dez couldn’t rightly remember ever being part of one. The thing with Ruben didn’t count.
“Shit.” He sighed. “The reason I asked you out today was to talk. Seriously. I was watching you tonight. Watching us, how we all were with one another. Like it or not, all we have is each other. We can’t afford to be at odds.”
“I didn’t start this, little brother. At least I don’t think I did. I’ll be damned if I even know what happened to make things so bad between us.”
“Puberty.”
“Probably.” In the two years she’d been gone, Dez had almost forgotten about the animosity between her and Derrick. She’d certainly forgotten the cause. He was her brother. Warrick preferred him to her. She’d lost a girl or two to him growing up, just as he had to her. All these things were nothing. They were adults now. Or so she thought until he attacked her on the afternoon they picked Claudia up from the McAllisters’.
She cleared her throat. “So, how’s Trish?” That seemed a safe enough topic.
“Still fuckable, so you can’t have her.” Derrick smiled weakly.
“Then what are
you
doing with her?”
you
doing with her?”
“Very funny.”
“I thought so.” Dez signaled the roving waitress for a refill.
Once the woman had come and gone, leaving a nicely topped-off glass of Appleton Estate and Pepsi, it was Derrick’s turn to clear his throat.
“I’m sorry about the shit I said to you the other day.” He looked at his sister with dark eyes. “Mama always liked you best,” he said. “And I didn’t think you loved and cared for her the way that she obviously loved and cared for you.” He played with the condensation on his glass. “I always felt that you were selfish and completely undeserving.”
“So what made you change your mind about my selfish ways? Daddy showing us what a great life he has without us? Or was it just an epiphany, like lightning striking out of the blue?”
“I knew that you wouldn’t make this easy for me.”
“Mom’s always saying that nothing worthwhile is easily gotten.”
“Sounds true enough.” He drank down his scotch and put his empty glass on the table. “Listen. Not very much has changed. I still think that you’ve had it too easy. You’ve never had to work for anything. Not your grades, money, or even Mama’s love.” Derrick’s look was matter-of-fact. “You’re a spoiled, selfish brat, Desiree. But you really love our mother. And sometimes I think you even love me, despite everything. You’re my blood.” He smiled weakly. “I’ve been a shit, and I’m sorry.”
Would he be saying this if he knew about her and Victoria? Dez didn’t let herself ponder the question for too long. She needed this reconciliation as much as he did. “Insult-apology accepted.” She finished the rest of her drink. The tumbler settled heavily on the table between them. “Now, are you going to buy us another round?”
Chapter 17
V
ictoriana’s coffee shop hummed with hectic late-evening activity when Dez pulled up at ten-thirty. Cruising was still going along full speed with the baby dykes and old-timers alike giving one another the eye. Even the rich dykes in their pinstripes and designer glasses were getting in on the action. Dez spied one or two that seemed to be just there for the libations, but they were few and far between. She nodded to the girl behind the bar before taking the stairs up to the bookstore.
ictoriana’s coffee shop hummed with hectic late-evening activity when Dez pulled up at ten-thirty. Cruising was still going along full speed with the baby dykes and old-timers alike giving one another the eye. Even the rich dykes in their pinstripes and designer glasses were getting in on the action. Dez spied one or two that seemed to be just there for the libations, but they were few and far between. She nodded to the girl behind the bar before taking the stairs up to the bookstore.
Through the small glass opening in the front door, she could see a lone figure moving around behind the cash register. Dez knocked.
“Hey.” Victoria gestured her in and locked the door behind her. Dez’s flesh started to simmer. She leaned back against the door.
“Are you done for the night?”
“Yes,” Victoria said, stepping back behind the counter.
“Are we alone?”
“Yes.”
Dez relaxed into a sigh, closing her eyes as her body made firmer contact with the door. “Come here.”
“We’re going out, remember?” Victoria said, but came anyway, walking toward her with slow deliberate steps.
“After,” Dez said, reaching for what she wanted.
Victoria’s mouth tasted of “yes” and “right now,” flavors that made Dez’s knees weak and her underwear sopping wet.
“Do you—shit!—do you have a couch or something?” She gasped when Victoria’s cool fingers touched her breasts, inciting her nipples with delicate pinches. She pulled her mouth away. “Tell me,” she swallowed. “Is there anything that you don’t want me to do?” It seemed the easiest question to ask.
“No dildos,” Victoria breathed in her ear. “I don’t want you to fuck me with anything but your fingers and tongue.”
Dez felt the strap-on cupped in the seam of her button-flies droop in disappointment. Maybe this wasn’t going to work. She tried to pull away but Victoria licked Dez’s mouth and drew the full lower lip between her teeth.
“Chicken?”
Dez laughed, never one to back out of a dare. “No, that’s not what I want to eat right now.” She reached under Victoria’s long skirt to cup that sweet ass she’d been thinking about for so long.
“What, you want to toss my salad?” Victoria nibbled her lips. “I’d suggest something more substantial if you were planning on staying at my house all night. We wouldn’t want you to pass out from lack of proper nutrients.”
Dez chuckled. “Fine, you win.” She slid her fingers in the back of Victoria’s panties for one last squeeze. “We have reservations for eleven o’clock anyway.”
Dez took her to Anansi, a late-night restaurant that didn’t close its doors until two-thirty in the morning. She and Rémi had been here a time or two, solidifying their friendship over a bottle of expensive wine and a well-prepared meal. The tuxedoed host escorted them to a secluded table, weaving them through the crowd of wealthy night owls just beginning their evening’s pleasure. Dinah Washington’s “Call Me Irresponsible” crooned from the restaurant’s hidden speakers.
“This is an interesting place. I’ve never been here before.”
“Good.” Dez guided Victoria to her chair with a possessive hand at the small of her back. “I hope to introduce you to a lot of new experiences before we’re through.”
The host hid his smile as he placed menus on the table in front of them. “Enjoy your meal, ladies.”
Dez dismissed him with a nod. “The desserts here are fantastic. I usually make sure to save room for some.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.” Victoria murmured as she opened her menu. A smile played at the corner of her mouth.
Anticipation slowly uncurled like a fanged snake in Dez’s belly as the evening progressed. She didn’t want to eat, at least not food. Victoria’s face captured her attention and held it. The full curve of her mouth, her throat moving as she swallowed her food, the nervous fire in her eyes. Dez couldn’t remember being this anxious to have a woman, to have anything. When the waiter came back, she ordered wine for them both, toasting Victoria’s beauty and her good judgment in saying yes to Dez’s proposition. She wanted her to say yes again, say it later when she had the soft woman spread out under her on the bed, when she had those legs in the air, those thighs clasped around her ears. She forced herself to calm down. At this rate she wouldn’t last more than five minutes in Victoria’s bedroom. She felt like a horny teenaged boy. With a hand that shook, she lifted her glass of wine.
When their dinner came, she couldn’t eat. But Victoria didn’t have that problem.
“You really enjoy your food, don’t you?” She smiled at Victoria’s half-finished plate of pasta.
Just keep talking. If I keep talking then I won’t be able to think so much about fucking.
Victoria licked a spot of Alfredo sauce from her bottom lip and Dez clenched inside her jeans.
Just keep talking. If I keep talking then I won’t be able to think so much about fucking.
Victoria licked a spot of Alfredo sauce from her bottom lip and Dez clenched inside her jeans.
“Yes.” The other woman looked suddenly bashful. “I told a lie the other day when I said that I liked to cook more than I like to eat.”
Dez’s raised eyebrow begged her to continue, anything to keep her from thinking about licking a different kind of cream from a different set of lips.
“I like both. Very much.”
“Ah. I never would have guessed.”
Victoria blushed and smiled when it became obvious that Dez wasn’t making fun of her appetite, was in fact pleased by it. Very pleased.
After the main course was finished, they ordered dessert to share. Two forks and tiramisu. Victoria’s preference. She ate while Dez, the happy voyeur, watched and took only occasional bites of the rich and creamy cake. While they talked, Victoria gestured with her fork, tapping it against her mouth, pointing it in the air, but always licking it clean after each bite of the tiramisu. Her lipstick was long gone and her mouth shining wet and slightly pink in the dim, low-hanging light when Victoria pushed the half-finished dessert away with a sigh of deep satisfaction. Dez reached for her cigarettes.
“Mind if I smoke?” She was already taking one from the pack.
“Yes, I do.” Victoria leaned across the table. “You have to know that smoking—no matter how expensive the tobacco”—she made a dismissive gesture at the slim green box—“is not good for you.”
“I do, but I like smoking.” But she put the cigarettes away.
“There are much better things to put in your mouth.”
“I wouldn’t deny that.” Whatever game this was, she liked it already. “But this is all I have right now.”
Victoria dipped a finger in the remains of the tiramisu that sat between them. “Here,” she said and leaned across the table toward her dinner companion.
Intrigued and suddenly in desperate need of a fix that had nothing to do with nicotine, Dez pushed her wineglass aside to brace one arm against the table. She opened her mouth. Before the finger could touch her lips, her tongue snaked out to lick its underside. She pretended not to hear Victoria’s quick intake of breath. Her tongue curled around that finger, licking catlike at the sticky crumbs before pulling the digit into her mouth. Unseen, her tongue worked vicious magic, dipping into the flesh between Victoria’s fingers then retreated, only to begin a suggestive suck and release motion. The crotch of her briefs was wet. But that happened the moment she saw Victoria get out of the truck and begin her slow ascent up the restaurant steps. Now it was much worse. She was soaking in her own juices, legs splayed wide under the table, and the seam of her pants tight against her clit.
“Do you want to continue this elsewhere?” Breathless anticipation made Victoria’s question a demand.
“No.” Dez released the finger and sat back in her chair. “I would have enjoyed my cigarette here. Why not this?” Her voice deepened. “Come closer.”
Victoria started to lean across the table again but Dez shook her head. “Here, next to me.”
Their table was intimately placed, blocked from most of the restaurant by several large plants, but they weren’t completely hidden from view.
Victoria didn’t seem to care. “Where do you want me?”
“It doesn’t matter. I work well with both hands.” And she wanted them both on this woman right now. She wanted to feel the slide of her wet pussy, to curl inside Victoria and hear her gasp. When the chair moved next to hers, she sighed with anticipation.
Under the cover of the tablecloth, she started to lift Victoria’s skirt. “May I?”
“Please.” Her voice trembled. “Please do.”
That was all she needed. Dez traced a finger along the smooth skin of her thigh, lifting the skirt as she went. “I would rather have your creamy little pussy as a second dessert.” Her fingers found the damp crotch of silk panties. “But this will have to do for now.”
A low moan came from Victoria’s throat when Dez touched her.
“Remember, you can’t be too loud. We are in a public place after all.” Then she proceeded to test her self-control.
Dez would have liked to see Victoria’s breasts, the hardening nipples with the pucker of raisins, the taste of sweet milk. With a quick flick of her fingers, Victoria loosened the first button of her blouse, then a second. Dez held her breath and slowed the downward stroke of her fingers. A third button, then the silk bra with its lush weight teased Dez’s eyes and brought sudden moisture to her mouth. She unconsciously leaned forward and bit her lip.
Now it was Victoria’s turn to laugh. “We’re in a public place, remember?” The last word was barely whispered before Dez’s fingers continued their dance. They slid between the slick petals, around her clit, alternatively stroking and pushing until Victoria’s breath came in little gasps. Her hand clutched the white tablecloth and spilled the rest of Dez’s water into the unfinished dessert, sending the glass rolling from the table to the rug on the floor. They both ignored it. Victoria’s thigh, pressed alongside Dez’s, began to shake.
“Uh uh. It won’t be that easy.” She slowed her strokes then pulled back until her fingers were barely touching Victoria.
“What?” The trembling at her thigh gradually faded as Victoria opened her eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Dez didn’t know. She had every intention of teasing, of bringing Victoria to the very edge, then pull back just before she could fall over. But those bowed lips were pussy-wet, teeth marked from her self-control. And she didn’t look happy.
Neither would I,
Dez thought. She reached out again and whispered something she hadn’t said to anyone else in a long time.
Neither would I,
Dez thought. She reached out again and whispered something she hadn’t said to anyone else in a long time.
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