Saint And Sinners (40 page)

“Ahhhh, shiiit, baby!”

She engulfed him in her hot mouth, making his semi-erect cock strain along her inner
cheek as it grew swiftly, thickening alongside her working tongue.

“Ohhhh, uhhh, shit, baby!” He threw his head back, gripped her hair in an iron-clad
fist, fell slave to her magic. So in awe at her actions, but too under her spell to
practice discretion. Straightening up a bit, she placed a hand on each of his thighs,
her eyes never straying from his face, and deep-throated the damn thing, loudly slurping
and contorting her head just so. He looked down at her, barely able to keep focus
before slumping back on the seat once again. He didn’t know what made the woman do
it, drop to her knees like that and suck his cock like her life depended on it, but
she was doing it oh so well!

“Oh God, baby…don’t stop!”

He fell to the opposite side of the hard bench, barely holding on to the edge of his
seat.

Please don’t let anyone else get on, please! Damn this feels so fuckin’ good!

He said a silent prayer, not because he gave a damn about anyone seeing the act, but
he didn’t want their asses reported, which would result in Xenia facing the consequences
of such. All he could do was drift in and out of rational thought, for he surely didn’t
stay in that position long as his balls tightened, and she grabbed the shaft with
both hands, rotated her lips up and down the damn thing, until it was duly covered
with her warm saliva. The sight of it all driving him crazy.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned throatily against his cock, a slight smile on her face that grew
wider when she popped the head out of her mouth, then flicked it rapidly with the
tip of her tongue.

“Ahhhhhh fuck!” He grabbed her hair hard, pushed her back down on his dick and leaned
forward, caressing her back with the other hand. He teetered a bit on his tippy toes,
breathing erratically as the lights flickered on and off, and the train felt like
it was going faster and faster. “Xenia! Shit!” He huffed. He gathered the bit of resolve
he had to shove her away from him, causing his shiny cock to pop out of her mouth.
It bobbed about as he paused for a split second, then he reached for her, hoisting
her up from the ground with both hands and tossing her like a feather onto the seat.
Switching places with her, he fell to his knees, shoved her pants down until they
puddled around her ankles, and yanked her panties to the side, exposing her for his
eyes to see. The woman squirmed about as he zoned in on her pussy, pressed his lips
firmly into the gushy, soft lips, and sucked it hard while he guided a finger inside
of her, fucking her with it until she cooed and purred like the sex kitten that she
was.

He gripped her ass, bringing her further into his face, smashing his nose as he inhaled,
sucked and tongue fucked her delicious zone with eager enthusiasm.

“Mmmmm!” he groaned, shaking his head and licking up and down, around and around her
saturated valley.

She yelled out, shut her eyes tightly and endured the loving he lavished upon her.
He wanted to continue on, but he knew this route like the back of his hand. Time was
running out, and the ride would soon be coming to an end. Wanting to make good on
the last few minutes, he got to his feet above her but supported himself by placing
his hands on the headboard of the seat. He quickly removed one hand, grabbed his throbbing
cock and pushed inside of her. Xenia screamed and shuddered as he thrust hard and
strong within her.

“Saint! Ahhhh…” She pressed her hand against his lower stomach, trying to slow his
movements, but he snatched her fingers away and kept right on, going deeper and deeper,
determined to make her cum.

He bent at the knee, his pants puddled around his ankles, and drove her, faster and
faster. As he stared down into her eyes, he wanted to devour her very soul. The thin
fabric of her see-through pink panties rubbed against his shaft as he continued to
fuck the shit out of her. She looked so damn helpless, so completely destitute, so
he increased his stride, giving it to her hard and steady, making her take everything
he had to offer as he pounded that pussy with due diligence.

“Ahhhh, Saint…” she moaned helplessly, her pussy clenching him.

The woman was holding back, trying to stave off the pending outcome. He couldn’t have
that, so he leaned further down and jammed his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard
and fucking her even harder.

“Mmmmm!” He sealed the kiss with a grin, maneuvered his hand down to her clit and
used the other to force her body further into his. “Come on, baby! Come on! I still
taste you in my damn mouth! Mmmmm!” He lifted one of her legs up, forcing himself
deeper, causing her to call out his name over and over as her back arched and her
eyes rolled in a way that he was all too familiar with…

She flooded his cock with her juices, coating it over and over, leaving a mess running
down his shaft, and soaked her panties with the nectar of their love making. He was
right behind her, and to ensure that not a second was lost before it got too late,
he gripped her ass with both hands and pushed into her, making her shudder and leaving
barely any room for either of them to breathe. He pumped hard and steady, burrowing
his chin into her shoulder, eyes closed, concentrated on how damn good Xenia’s pussy
felt cocooned around his cock.

“I’m almost there, baby!” he rasped in her ear, letting her know he was going to release
in a matter of seconds.

She gripped him, a gesture giving him permission to explode.

“Uhhh! Uhhh!” He sped up, his hips flexing fast and his cock pushing in and out of
her faster than he’d ever thought possible. He squeezed his eyes shut; his entire
body began to vibrate.

“Ohhhh fuck!” His cum shot out, over and over inside of her, never seeming to slow
or cease. “Uhhh!”

He rotated his hips as her pussy pulsated and throbbed against his nature, draining
him dry.

“Uhhhh…shit,” he said, drunk on her.

He stood, barely able to keep his balance, and looked down at her pussy. The panties
slowly moved back into location, but not completely. A little skin remained exposed
for his viewing pleasure—partially exposed slit, the swollen, sweet lips glistening
with the evidence of their climaxes. Still breathing hard, he reached down and quickly
redressed. She followed suit; he hated that for he wanted to keep looking at her pussy,
the hole filled with his creamy, white cum, turning him the fuck on. He so hated that
they had to stop…

He plopped against her on the bench and wrapped his arm affectionately around her,
snuggled close. He kissed the top of her head; the bun had fallen apart during their
energetic love session, leaving a wild nest of heavily textured curls. He liked it
all the same…

“We’ll get off and get on the other train to get back to the car,” he said softly
running his fingers up and down her shoulder.

“You think the car will be stripped when we return?” she joked.

He smirked. “Nah, I think it’ll be okay. Some people over there know it’s mine. I
don’t think they’ll let anything happen to it.” Armondo and his crew came to mind…

On a yawn, he stretched his legs, crossed his ankles and leaned back for a spell.

“Saint…”

“Yeah, baby?” he answered listlessly, ready to fall asleep right then and there.

“Thank you for taking me on the subway, and the date… It was needed.”

“I
took
you on the subway alright,” he joked, drawing a laugh from her. “Actually…” He cleared
his throat and coughed, then closed his eyes. “You took
me
on the subway. Damn, that was incredible. What an epic experience. Let me ask you
something.”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him, her head still planted on his chest.

“What made you do that? You’re
full
of surprises, I tell you that much.” He grinned proudly.

“I’m not really sure.” She nestled against him. “It just…felt right. I just took heed
of how I felt at the moment, and…what I wanted was to have sex with you…taste you.”
She twirled the fabric of his shirt around her fingers, bunching it just so. “I wanted
to touch you where no one else is allowed to, except me. It felt forbidden and dirty,
but I didn’t feel ashamed. I just wanted you.”

“Hmmm, you wanted to touch me where no one else is allowed, except you?” he repeated.

She answered with a nod.

“Well then, that’s not just my cock, baby. That’s my heart, too. No other woman has
me right here but you, baby.” He tapped his finger against his chest, over his beating
core. “…And no one else,
ever
will…”

*

“Y
ou comin’ or
not?” Angel asked.

Hassani glared at the entrance to the school. The American flag waved to and fro as
if telling him to go inside and pushing him away, all at the same time. Yeah, that
was how it felt…like being invited to a party then when you arrive, the cutest girl
there asks,
‘Why are you here?’

The school building was large and looming and the place he once had been curious and
even excited about now caused him paramount anxiety. The days of the week had been
a struggle, like fighting with Day-Day over the iPad. He didn’t quite fit in, didn’t
quite belong. This was all new for back home he never had an issue making friends.
Sure, there were a few instances with a classmate every now and then, but
nothing
like this. Matter of fact, other kids looked up to him despite the occasional bully
that tried him. These tormenters were different. They were older, stronger, harder
and colder; nevertheless, he was hopeful he’d find his groove, but the entire process
proved a slippery slope. He could see no valley, ditch or crevice to fall within and
hide. He sniffed and wiped his nose with his index finger, while his heart beat a
bit faster.

He looked back up the street. People milled about, drawing closer and pulling away.
Where his father’s car had stopped, now another was parked. He took heed that Daddy
was long gone. He’d never done such a thing, even considered it. Yet, now here he
stood, wanting an out, an escape in the worst way. Yes, he wanted to disappear, and
just maybe he could with no one ever finding out. He kicked a tiny, gray speckled
pebble around along the uneven concrete. Hassani observed it roll here, there and
everywhere. He wished that pebble could be the bullies; he wished that pebble could
be his problems too, so he’d be able to beat the daylights out of them until they
no longer messed with him!

“You shouldn’t skip school.” It was the only thing he could think of to say to Angel’s
question. His parents’ probable anger would be brutal should they discover the little
plan. The prospects of Daddy getting his hands on him, and Mommy too, gave him serious
pause and words of caution rang in his ears. He looked up at the boy with eyes welling
with sincerity, and hoped that the discussion would then be over.

Angel laughed coolly and leaned forward, placing one foot on a park bench that fronted
the school and his other foot on the cold, hard cement.

“All damn week, different mothafuckas have been tryin’ you. You’re fresh meat…but
they don’t know what
I
know.” He pointed to himself, like he was smart. Like he was special. “One day, there
won’t be nearly a mothafucka alive that will want to deal with you, put you in your
place. In the meantime, it’s gonna be hell. People can smell the goodness in you.
They will either want to get close to tha shit or destroy it. Either way, they become
pests. Now, fuck all that for a minute.” He waved his hand casually, as if swatting
a gnat away. “Don’t you want some peace for just a minute or two? You wanna keep fuckin’
around with these pussies or what?!”

And it
had
been hell. The second day, it was the same old mess, just with different faces. When
he arrived home, he had to hear more stories about how wonderful of a time his little
brother was having. Dakarai’s second day was like…better than being locked in a toy
store overnight. He was the life of the kindergarten party and had arrived home toting
key lime flavored cupcakes and a silky blue ribbon for helping clean up after they’d
made macaroni art pictures with Elmers glue and elbow noodles. That stupid picture
was hung lopsided on the refrigerator, for the whole family to see. When he went downstairs
to get some juice, he thought about tearing it off the plastic green clip and ripping
it into little pieces. It would serve Day Day right for showin’ off. Day Day’s life
was great while Hassani was covering a reddened bruise on his arm from one of his
many altercations at recess.