My White Ex Soldier's Past (BWWM Interracial Romance) (3 page)

“So, there is nothing at all between us?” he asked. Desiree shook her head.

“No,” she said in a whisper.

“Not even a chance that we could rebuild a happy memory?” he asked as he moved closer to her. She shook her head.

“That’s just it, Leon. Even the memory is a lie,” she said, looking at him. “I want something else. I need something else and Leon, I have that something else,” she said with a smile. Leon looked at her and smiled.

“So you are really happy with this guy?” he asked. Desiree smiled and nodded.

“Very,” she said, almost squealing.

“And do you love him?” he asked as he took another step towards her. He looked into her eyes as she said the one word he did not want to hear when it came to Desiree and any other man.

“Yes, I really do,” she said in a whisper. He looked at her and shook his head. “You need to move on too, and this time, tell her the truth,” she said. Leon put an arm around her and held her against him. Desiree was not sure what he was doing. Leon had proven to be a man who loved surprise over the years. “Leon, what are you doing?” she asked as she tried to free herself. She put her puny hands on his chest and tried to push him off, but nothing she did seemed to work. His grip was so tight, almost hurting her.

“I have to find out if you really are in love,” he said before bringing his head down. Their lips met in a violent smudge as Desiree continued struggling. At that moment, Cynthia and Rochelle came rushing into the living room.

“What the hell is going on? Let go of her!” Rochelle screamed as she flung herself at Leon, pulling him off her sister. Cynthia rushed over to  Desiree and put a comforting arm around her.

“What the fuck is your problem? She’s moved on. Get the hell out of her life!” Cynthia said angrily. She looked at Leon, who looked a bit confused.

“I’m sorry…” he started saying. Desiree looked at him and felt disgusted. She could not believe that she was once in love with him.

“Just go,” she said. Leon opened his mouth to say something but she would not let him. “Get out!” she yelled. Cynthia grabbed the phone and dialed 911.

“If you are not out in two seconds I will call the cops,” she said as Rochelle walked to the front door and swung it open. On the other side of the door, Taylor looked a bit confused at what he was looking at. There was Cynthia, holding the phone threateningly, not sure whether she wanted to throw it at someone or make a call. There was Rochelle, who had opened the door looking angrier than usual. There was Desiree, who looked a bit shaken up, and there was his girlfriend’s ex, who had a guilty look.

“Hey guys. Am I too early or…?” His voice trailed off as he looked at everyone inside. He was still not sure whether the door had been open for him or if he had just walked into an ugly situation.

“Hey Taylor. You are just in time,” Rochelle said.

“For what?” he asked, looking at Rochelle.

“To throw Dee’s stupid ex out,” Rochelle said angrily without batting an eyelid. At that moment, Desiree and Leon knew that the worst was yet to come.

Unfortunately, dinner did not turn out the way Desiree had hoped. The whole ex-boyfriend turning up and trying to kiss her really freaked her out, not to mention pissing off the current boyfriend. Taylor and Leon had gotten into quite a heated argument before Taylor roughed Leon out of the apartment. Desiree was still shaken up about the whole thing. She had known Leon for a very long time, but she could have never thought that he was capable of such animosity. She was dumbfounded the entire time Leon and Taylor were arguing. All she could do was just stand there and look at them. It was almost as if she was having an out of body experience. She could not move from where she was and she could not talk, either. But she was fully aware of everything else that was happening. The way Leon looked at her, wanting to take her in his arms and just get them out of there. The way Taylor was angry as he talked. The way Cynthia and Rochelle seemed to cheer Taylor on….everything was happening too fast and all she managed to do was just watch as everything unfolded.

“He was forcing himself on her!”

“We walked in just in time.”

“Who knows what would have happened?”

“She is still traumatized. Look at her.”

Desiree felt a tear roll down her cheek as she watched Taylor punch Leon before he finally threw him out. She broke down into hysterical sobs just as Taylor walked up to her and took her in his arms.

“It’s okay. I’m here now,” he said as he held her close. “I’ll always be here for you,” he said again as he stroked her hair. Cynthia and Rochelle looked at them before they walked up to where the two were standing.

“We should never have left,” Cynthia said sounding guilty.

“Yeah, we should have stayed here. He would have never tried anything if we were still here,” Rochelle said as she patted her sister’s back.

“I’ll take her to her room,” Taylor said as he pulled away from Desiree.

“But I cooked and dinner…” Desiree started to say.

“That’s what microwaves are for, honey. Go on. We’ll be okay,” Cynthia said, interrupting Desiree. Taylor smiled and draped an arm around Desiree.

“Come on,” he said as he led her down the hallway. Desiree had to admit, there was something about Taylor being there that made her feel safe. She rested her head on her shoulder as they walked. “Oh shit,” Taylor said as they stopped. “This is so embarrassing,” he said, laughing nervously. Desiree looked up at him.

“What is?” she asked as she wiped her cheeks with the palms of her hands.

“I have never been in your room so I have no idea which of these doors lead to your room,” he said looking at her. Desiree laughed as she looked at him. All sleepovers had been at his place. The one time he had been to her place was when Rochelle had walked in on the two of them right in the middle of their lovemaking.

“Well, lucky door number one is your best bet,” she said as she opened one of the doors. She looked at him as they got into her room and closed the door behind them.

“Wow,” he said as he looked around.

“What? Don’t you like it?” she asked. Taylor shook his head and laughed.

“No, it’s not that. I love it,” he said. “It’s like your own apartment inside the apartment,” he said as he looked around. Her room did not just have a bed. She had a beautiful window seat, a lovely rug that matched the drapes, and her bed was more than just a place to lay her head. The room was a sanctuary.

“I needed a place I could just relax and feel good about myself. I didn’t have enough money for my own apartment but I could afford this. So I did,” she said as she took a seat on the bed.

“You definitely made it work,” he said as he joined her on the bed. He put an arm around her shoulder and held her close. “You okay?” he asked looking down at her. She nodded.

“Thanks for being here,” she said in a low voice.

“I will always be here for as long as you need me,” he said. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Why did you say that? Do you think there will ever be a time when I won’t need you?” she asked. Taylor shrugged.

“It’s the way of life,” he said. She looked into his eyes and felt her heart go out to him when he said that. She pulled him down and kissed his lips. She loved the magical feeling that went through her body every time their lips touched. A far cry from the kiss Leon had tried to force on her.

“I will always need you,” she said when she pulled away. He smiled at her and kissed her again.

“That’s good to know,” he said in a low voice. She smiled.

“Why?” she asked as she felt her cheeks flushing.

“Because Desiree, I think I am falling in love with you,” he said in a whisper. In a way, she loved the way those words made her feel. She had not been the first to say it, yet she had been feeling the exact same way for some time.

“I think I am falling in love with you too, Ericson,” she said smiling at him. He brought his head down and kissed her again. “And that scares me,” she said as she closed her eyes.

“Why would something as beautiful as being in love scare you?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Because I don’t have a very good track record as far as falling in love is concerned. I always get hurt,” she said. Taylor pulled himself away from her and looked into her eyes.

“Listen, I am also scarred as far as love is concerned, but I would be a fool to ever do anything that would make me lose you,” he said. Desiree smiled. This was the first time he was opening up, though not entirely, about his life. She smiled up at him and kissed him again.

“I’d hate to lose you too,” she said softly. She smiled as he kissed her again. This time the kiss seemed to search her deeply. She moaned softly as he slipped an arm around her, pulling her closer and closer as he gently forced his tongue inside her mouth. She let a moan escape her lips when she felt his hand underneath her shirt, softly caressing her. She hated that after an entire week of being with him, her body still ached for him. Though she had spent five days with him, the last two days had been entirely sex free. He pulled away from her and moved towards the foot of the bed. She looked at him as he pulled her down using her legs.

“Taylor…”

“No talking,” he said, cutting her short as he pulled her calf-length skirt off. He then quickly pulled her panties off and threw them on the floor. He put a hand on either knee and spread them. She noticed a smile play on his lips as he looked at her pussy. She loved the way he always seemed to marvel at her nudity every time he saw her naked. She let out a moan as he slowly caressed her soft inside thigh.

“Taylor, I hate to ruin the moment, but I’m still sore,” she said in a whisper.

“We don’t have to have sex to make love,” he said in a whisper. Desiree was not sure what he meant by saying that, but whatever it was, she wanted to find out. She breathed heavily as he caressed her softly, making her a little wetter every time his flicking fingertips got near her pussy. One of his hands went up and pulled up her shirt. She helped him by pulling the shirt over her head. He smiled as he slipped his hand under her back and unclasped her bra. She felt vulnerable lying there in almost nothing.

He pulled the bra aside, revealing her two dark, taut nipples that were just aching to be tweaked, caressed and sucked. He brought his body up and smiled down at her as he began to softly touch her lovely, hard nipples. His soft touch made her shiver with desire. She closed her eyes as she felt one of his hands going down to her pussy, making her wetter. She felt him run the tip of his finger over her already highly-sensitized clitoris. He could tell that she needed him to do more; she wanted him to do more. He smiled down at her as he moved himself down her body. He needed to have a taste and there was nothing stopping him from doing it. She gasped when she felt him push a finger inside her wetness and then retract it.

He brought his finger up to her lips and she opened her mouth wide without hesitation. She took his finger in and licked her wanting off his finger and then, before she knew it, she was sucking on his finger. Taylor took his finger back to her clit and then dipped it inside her. She moaned when she felt him run a wet finger all over her erect clit. She was definitely turned on by this time. He could tell by the way she breathed hard and arched her back. He repositioned himself on her and looked at her as his face hovered just above her pussy.

She gasped loudly when she felt his lips on her clitoris, sucking hard and almost tugging at her. More than anything, she wanted to scream out loud but her apartment walls were not soundproofed and they still needed to walk out of the bedroom with a straight face. She shook feverishly as he sucked on her pussy hard. She squirmed and writhed as he plunged his tongue deep inside her and began using it like he would have done if he used his cock. He pulled his tongue out of her and began flicking it on her clitoris. She moaned and writhed as he went on torturing her, making her want him more and more. He held her down with his big, strong hands as he licked her with his tongue before he pushed his finger inside her again. He sucked on her clit as he fingered her, doubling her pleasure. He pulled his finger out almost all the way and then bent it so that he could touch her sensitive insides.

She wanted so much to cry out but she knew better than that. She felt her body spasm as her orgasm approached. She wanted him to stop but at the same time she wanted him to keep on doing whatever he was doing. She finally gave up and cried out loud as her body betrayed her. She could feel him sucking hard on her, taking in every fluid that was evidence of her orgasm. She grabbed handfuls of the bedding as she shivered, getting used to the situation at hand. She raised her head to look at him but he did not seem like he was about to release her any time soon. He continued sucking on her pussy and flicking his tongue on her clitoris. Was he trying to kill her? He had already made her cum violently but he seemed bent on doing that again. She squirmed as he went on flicking his tongue on her.

“Baby, what are you doing to me?” she moaned out loudly. Taylor pulled away from her pussy and lifted his head to look at her.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked looking at her. She shook her head.

“No, don’t you ever stop. I love it,” she moaned. Taylor smiled and went back to his flicking magic. He could feel his cock hard inside his pants. He wanted to thrust himself inside her so bad but he knew that with the rough fucking he had given her earlier that week, she was in no position to handle it. He went on flicking his tongue on her clit as he used his index finger to give her more pleasure until he heard the words he had been dreaming of for so long. “Get inside me, Taylor,” she said, her voice heavy with desire. He pulled himself up and looked at her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking concerned. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he added still looking at her.

“You would never hurt me,” she said with a smile. “I’m sure,” she said, looking at him. He smiled back at her and quickly got out of the restraining trousers. The bulge in his pants had made his trousers appear even tighter than they really were. He laid himself on top of her and looked down on her. He smiled and slowly slipped himself inside her. He looked at her lovingly as he slowly rocked his hips in and out. He wanted to make love to her in the gentlest way possible but at the same time, he was torturing himself. He buried his face in her neck and kissed her. She could hear him breathing hard in her ear as he went on fucking her slowly. She wrapped her arms around him and then wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside her. By this time, his slow strokes were doing more harm than good and she knew it. “Faster,” she whispered in his ear. This time, he did not confirm with her before doing it. He just went into her harder and faster, his cock swelling in appreciation.

“Baby, do you know how much you mean to me?” he moaned in her ear as he went on thrusting into her. She moaned in response and bit his earlobe. “You mean the world to me,” he said as he went on thrusting into her. She felt him slip a hands under her plump booty as the other hand pinned her waist down. She moaned out loudly as she felt his thrusts getting harder and his breathing growing quicker, matching her own. She suddenly felt her insides begin to spasm again. She shivered as she felt herself tighten around his cock. She screamed out loud as she felt him giving in to the heat of the moment. It was not long before he began spilling himself inside her. She held him tightly and shivered in his arms as he slipped out of her.

“God that was incredible,” he said panting.  He rolled off her and looked at her. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said. She smiled and shook her head.

“I loved it. What happened to making love without having sex?” she asked. Taylor shook his head.

“That was your call, not mine. I was fine with what I was doing,” he said.

“Really? The veins on your cock were telling another story. I would hate for you to stroke out, you know,” she said, giggling. Taylor turned to look at her.

“You could not even see that,” he said. “Just admit it. I was so good you needed me to do more,” he said, holding her close. Desiree shrugged. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

“We need to go back out there. We’re already late for dinner,” she said.

“Yeah, but I need to get cleaned up first and so do you,” he said. She pulled herself up and began walking to the bathroom. Taylor was just beginning to get up when she stopped him.

“Hey. One person at a time. We have a history of taking the party wherever we go,” she said before she disappeared into the bathroom. Taylor smiled and lay there waiting for her. When she finally emerged a few minutes later, Taylor realized she was right. She looked so sexy in a towel. He wanted to pull the towel from her body and go at her again like a caveman in heat. He was beginning to see the advantages of her coming over to his place so often.