My White Hero (3 page)

“Holy shit, Dee, you’re going to kill me,” he moaned as she sucked his now highly sensitized cock. “Slowly baby, go slow,” he begged as she felt him getting harder inside her mouth. She worked his cock until he became as hard as he had been a few minutes earlier. She pulled away and positioned herself on top of him. She knew that with his first load already released, it would be hard for him to deliver any unexpected surprises. She looked at him as she lowered herself onto his cock, slowly taking in every inch until he was balls deep inside her. He looked into her eyes as she began to work herself on and off his cock. He loved the way her breasts bounced up and down as she worked his cock in and out of her. She was still wet even though she had spent the better half of half an hour sucking on his cock. He lifted his hands up and cupped her breasts as she began moaning loudly. His hands slowly dropped down to her waist and he began using his grip to propel her downwards, drop fucking her onto his waiting cock.

She gave up all control of the situation as Taylor began jerking his hips upwards, meeting her every downward stroke in a hard slam of his balls against her. He did this for a few more minutes until he felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled out of her and quickly got her on all fours. He entered her from behind and then reached under her to caress her breasts. She moaned when he began thrusting hard from a doggy position. She could feel him get deeper into her, her pussy tightening around his cock. She grabbed the headboard and held on as she felt him slamming into her.

“You are mine, baby. You belong to me,” he said as he went hard into her.

“Baby, don’t stop. I’m cumming,” she said loudly. Without knowing it, she was moving her hips back, meeting his every thrust with her own backward stroke.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said in a rough, sexy voice as he landed a firm spank on one of her plump ass cheeks. She cried out loudly as she felt her body let go of every ounce of control, giving into her desire. She tried holding on for as long as she could before she felt him cumming inside her, filling her up, making her scream. The two collapsed on the bed as they panted, trying to catch their breath.

“That is weekend morning sex or at least day off sex. Definitely not it’s a normal working day for me sex. I’m already exhausted,” Desiree said amid short breaths. Taylor laughed and climbed off her. The bedding felt damp under his skin. He looked at a panting Desiree and smiled.

“You could always call in sick,” he said matter-of-factly. She shook her head and smiled.

“One, that is calling bad luck to come your way, and two, I am still in the running for the promotion. I don’t want anything to come in the way of that. God knows I need the money. Rochelle’s tuition is a bitch,” she said as she pulled herself to a sitting position. Taylor smiled.

“I just love how you take care of your sister. But you don’t have to do all this alone. Why won’t you let me mortgage the house?” he asked. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.

“You are the sweetest but hell no. That house has sentimental value and I would hate to make you hate me some day,” she said looking at him.

“What would make me hate you?” he asked.

“Well, shit happens and what if we don’t work out? You will always look at your bank statement and hate yourself for ever selling that house and in turn hate me,” she said as she started to get out of bed. Taylor held her hand and looked at her.

“Whoa there. Why wouldn’t we work out?” he asked as he looked at her. She smiled.

“It’s not that I want our relationship to be jeopardized, honey, it’s just that I have had some pretty bad experiences with relationships and I just always think about right now, living one day at a time,” she said as she looked at him. Taylor sat up and looked into her eyes.

“I am not those other men. I am never ever doing that to you because you mean the world to me,” he said. She smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him.

“I love you, Ericson, but I have to do this on my own and I appreciate you wanting to do that for me but in the little bit of future I try to imagine with you, I see us in that house,” she said with a smile. Taylor looked at her and smiled.

“You are really good with words, you know that?” he said. She shrugged and climbed off the bed.

“I know,” she said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

As he lay on the bed, Taylor could not help but smile. He had the woman of his dreams, a hard worker, beautiful…no, hot and every ounce woman. A few minutes later when she emerged from the bathroom, she looked at her and smiled.

“I want to take you out tonight,” he said suddenly. She looked at him as she toweled her hair.

“Okay, that’s sudden,” she said as she looked at him. He shook his head and smiled.

“No, not really. We have already done coffee, dinner and everything else a proper gentleman should do. You know what we haven’t tried?” he asked. She looked at him and smiled.

“Where are you going with this, Ericson?” she asked as she looked at him.

“We need to go dancing. Just get out and paint the town red. It’s about time I got to see your dance moves,” he said. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” she asked. Taylor shrugged.

“Well, I think it’s about time. What do you say?” he asked. She smiled and nodded.

“Okay, but I’d rather wait a couple of days, just until Cynthia comes back. I don’t think I can have a good time knowing she’s out there dealing with God knows what,” she said as she sat down in front of her dressing mirror. She squeezed some lotion onto her palm and began oiling herself. She turned around and watched Taylor as he got out of bed.

“Sure,” he said as he walked towards her. He stopped next to her and bent down to plant a kiss on top of her head before going on to the bathroom. Desiree took a long deep breath.  She knew he meant well, but then again she also needed to know her family was fine before she decided on having fun. By the time Taylor got out of the bathroom, Desiree was already dressed and had made the bed. She was actually almost ready to go.

“We still have time to have breakfast together,” she said with a smile. Taylor nodded and followed her out.

“So are we going to meet back here or back at my place?” he asked when they sat down to eat. She smiled as she took a bite of her pancake. “What?” he asked. Desiree shook her head. She could not tell him but they were beginning to act like an old married couple.

A good three weeks went by before Cynthia finally decided to come back home from her “cleanse.” During that time, Desiree had spent sleepless nights trying to put herself in her cousin’s shoes. She hated the fact that she could not help with the situation, that Cynthia would not let her be there for her. But maybe this was Cynthia’s way of dealing with things. Rochelle went on spending sprees, Desiree spent her days in bed eating whatever junk she could find but she had never known what Cynthia’s thing was. She was always the one taking care of the two sisters and for this to bring her down this much must have been killing her, a little more each day.

When Cynthia first left, Desiree had told Taylor that she would rather stay at her place rather than at his place.

“Just in case she comes back, I would want her to find me here,” she had said on one Wednesday evening as she made dinner. Taylor had been more than understanding, even offering to stay with her when she needed him.

“
Has she ever done this before? Disappeared without any word?” he had asked. Desiree shook her head.

“
She is the complete opposite. She talks about stuff and honestly I am getting worried. It’s been three weeks, Ericson,” she said. He walked up to where she was and looked at her before holding her close.

“
She is fine. We’d know if she wasn’t,” he said. Desiree shook her head.

“
Hope was the last thing she had to hang on to and now even that is gone. What is going to happen?” she asked as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Taylor hated when he could not help. He hated feeling helpless, useless. He pulled away and looked at her before slowly kissing her lips. That was the only thing he could think of to comfort her but it worked better than he expected. She slipped an arm around his neck and responded to him, slowly forcing her tongue in his mouth. She moaned as she felt him slowly caressing her back in turn. She secretly wished that they were in the bedroom right now. She needed some sexual healing but there was the danger of Rochelle walking in any second. “I want you so much, baby,” she moaned when she pulled away. Taylor was turned on by her words but he knew that sex at this time would only be therapeutic to Desiree, not that he was complaining.

The two were still in a tight lip lock when Cynthia walked in. They must have been so engrossed in their kiss and caresses that they did not hear the front door open and close.

“
Rochelle was right about you two. You really need to learn the value of the bedroom,” she said with a smile. Taylor pulled away from Desiree. They both looked at her surprised before Desiree practically ran towards her and embraced her tightly. She pulled away and looked at Cynthia for a while, her eyes teary before she hugged her again.

“
If you ever do that to me again I will kill you, I swear,” Desiree said sobbing. Taylor noticed a tear rolling down Cynthia’s cheek.

“
And I’ll help,” Taylor said as he walked towards them. Desiree pulled away from Cynthia giving Taylor a chance to give her a hug himself.

“
I’m sorry guys. I just needed a few days to myself,” Cynthia said as she walked to the table. She looked at Desiree and Taylor as she sat down.

“
Do you have any idea how worried we were?” Desiree asked as she joined her at the table. “I was this close to filing a missing persons report,” she added. Cynthia gave her a sarcastic laugh.

“
Actually she was. And this was not the first time,” Taylor said smiling.

“
Well, I’m here now and I smell chili,” Cynthia said as she placed a hand over Desiree’s. They heard the front door open and Rochelle’s piercing voice.

“
I have had the worst day and I smell chili. You are the best sister in the world,” she said as she walked to the kitchen. Her jaw dropped when she saw Cynthia seated at the table. “You bitch!” she exclaimed. Desiree and Taylor looked at her in surprise.

“
Rochelle!” Desiree called out in a reprimanding voice.

“
What? How can she just waltz back in our lives after three weeks in…God knows where?” Rochelle asked angrily as she walked towards Cynthia. Taylor quickly got in between the two and looked at Rochelle.

“
Hey, I know that you are angry but I also know that it’s because you love your cousin so much, right?” Taylor said looking at Rochelle who was now nodding. “Good. Cynthia needs to apologize to you for the hurt and everything will be sorted out, I hope,” he said just as Cynthia began walking towards Rochelle. He looked at the two of them as one stared daggers, while the other had pity in her eyes.

“
Girls, come on. We are family, remember?” Desiree said. Cynthia took a step forward and gently shoved Taylor out of the way. She looked into Rochelle’s eyes and smiled.

“
It’s good to know that you still have a heart. I always thought you were an ice cold queen,” she said with a smile. Rochelle smiled and tried to blink back a tear but to no avail. Cynthia noticed a tear rolling down her cheek before she threw her arms around her cousin. Taylor watched in surprise as the two stood in a tight embrace. Desiree walked over to Taylor and draped an arm around his shoulder.

“
I honestly thought there was going to be a cat fight between these two,” he whispered to her. Desiree smiled.

“
When you’ve known these two as long as I have, you learn to live with their constant love-hate relationship,” she said. Taylor shrugged.

“
So they would not have fought?” he asked, feeling dumb for trying to stop a fight that never was.

“
Oh they would have fought, all right, but they would have still made up in the end. It’s kind of their thing,” Desiree explained. Taylor shook his head.

“
Your family is weird,” he said looking at Cynthia and Rochelle who were now sobbing into each other’s shoulders.

“
Tell me about it,” Desiree said as she rested her head on his shoulder.

*****

A few days later after the excitement of Cynthia’s return had died down, Taylor and Desiree decided to make their clubbing plans materialize. The plan was embraced by Cynthia, Rochelle and Tony as well. They came to a unanimous decision to go out on the following Friday. As usual, the guys were ready well before the agreed time but the girls could still be heard giggling away in the bedroom as they tried making a decision on what looked best on them.  Desiree had already decided on a short pleated skirt and a sleeveless top.

Rochelle raised an eyebrow as she looked at her sister.

“
Please tell me you are not serious. You are going to a club not church,” she said. Desiree looked down at her skirt and sleeveless top and shrugged.