Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE) (16 page)

There was something about the way he looked at her, so very hungry like, like he was starving. He was looking at her in a way that Davonte never had. Zack wanted her...every last piece of her. And he wasn't going to stop, until he got it.

Keisha rushed him then, slamming into his hard chest, their burning lips finding each other's again. Zack was quick to remove Keisha's coat before removing his tux, flinging both to the floor. Then Keisha pushed him back on his bed where they rolled on top of each other, madly pecking at each other, grunting with fiery passion.

Zack was soon unbuttoning her blouse while Keisha fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Her shirt was off in seconds, but she continued to struggle with his in between the smoldering kisses. Seeing her trouble, Zack tore open his shirt, ripping the luxurious fabric in the process, scattering buttons all over Keisha's exposed stomach.

"Zack," Keisha protested, pausing in the act of kissing him. "That shirt looked expensive."

"Fuck the shirt," Zack panted, fumbling with her bra latch.

Then his eyes grew wide when he pulled off her bra. "Oh my god. They're just like I imagined they would be."

With a lusty inhale, he began sucking on her erect nipples, causing her to throw her head back with pleasure.  He teased her nipples slowly with his tongue, rubbing it back and forth over the hardened tips, sending tingling sensations up along her spine.

"Oh," Keisha moaned, feeling wet moistness gather down below.

He continued this for several moments before he began kissing down her soft stomach until he reached her belly button. Then he deftly removed her pants with a grunt and a jerk, tossing them onto his bedroom floor.

Running his face over her panties, he took a deep inhale, savoring her scent.

I can't believe this boy.

Then with a hungry growl, he tore off her panties and buried his face in her throbbing mound.

Keisha's head snapped back as his teeth teased tease her clit and his fingers plunged inside her hole.  The sound of him sucking up her wet juices filled the room as he banged her canal.

"Mmm," Zack said, making sated noises. He was sucking and teasing her clit like a starving beast out in the wilderness that had just found delicious food to eat.

This only turned Keisha on even more. She looked down and saw him gazing up at her with those blue eyes while he mercilessly assaulted her clit, causing her stomach to quiver like jell-o.

Keisha moaned loudly, grabbing Zack by his blonde hair, trying to stave off some of the spasms that rocked her trembling limbs. "Don't stop," Keisha begged, her legs quivering weakly around Zack's neck.

But Zack had no intentions of stopping.

He continued to bang and suck, slurping up her juices hungrily while gazing at her intently, daring her to cum. And cum she would. Her moans quickly turned into cries, and then her cries into yells, and finally, her yells into shrieks.

Her back arched back as far as it could go, while Zack held his lips against her clit like a dog refusing to let go of a bone, Keisha was rocked by a violent explosion deep within the depths of her stomach.

"Ahhh!" Keisha cried out, the room spinning around her like a merry-go-round.

Zack continued to hold his mouth against her pulsating clit, clamping down on it with a vengeance, refusing to let go. He continued staring at her with that intense blue-eyed gaze.

It was enough to send her over the edge again.

When it was over, she collapsed back against the bed, shuddering with awe. Zack waited several seconds before finally removed his lips from her burning clit. The lower part of his chin and jaw dripped with her juices, but he did not seem to mind.

"It is true what they say," he said with a sated grin. "The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice."

"That was so not right Zack," Keisha laughed weakly. She could not believe what she had just let happen. This could not be real. She was a teacher. He was her student.

She was in trouble.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Zack told her.

Then he quickly removed his pants and Keisha was surprised to see how nice his hard dick was. It was big. Not as big as Davonte's, but it was thicker and fuller. The head was a nicely shaped mushroom that made Keisha's mouth water with longing.

This was surprising to her because she hadn't been able to look at Davonte's without feeling sick.

But she didn't get to look at it long before Zack hopped off the bed, going over to his drawer, his dick flopping all around. While he fumbled through the drawer Keisha stared at his naked body.

His swimmer's body was near perfection, just like she thought it would be; rippling abs, a tight ass and strong thighs. It was turning Keisha on just looking at it.

Zack came back a moment later with a condom that he quickly placed around his dick.

Damn, is this boy even going to ask if he can fuck me?

This was her time to object. Her time to leave and go home and act as if it never happened. But she was too weak. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"I've wanted this for so long," Zack echoed her thoughts, climbing into bed and on top of her.

Then he plunged his throbbing dick inside of her, eliciting a loud moan from Keisha's lips, while their lips pressed against each others like crazy glue.

"Your pussy feels so good," he groaned in between their kisses, his breath hot on her neck.

He slowly moved up and down, his sweat-covered, washboard pressing up against her stomach, his dick going deep inside of her hole and then back out. She could feel his body quivering while their sweaty surfaces softly melded together in slick passion.

Slowly, Zack began to pick up speed of his thrusting, the bed creaking beneath them.

"Oh God," Keisha moaned, feeling Zack's throbbing cock rubbing against her walls, morphing the inside of her stomach into molten lava.

Zack suddenly changed his position, pulling back on his knees, and continued to hammer away at Keisha's pussy while spreading her legs out wide. Then he began rubbing her clit while he sustained his pummeling, his powerful thighs slamming against her ass and filling the room with smacking sounds.

This white boy knows what he is doing, shit.

"Your hot pussy is going to make me cum," Zack groaned suddenly, his breathing coming in rapid gasps. "I can't take it anymore."

Keisha could feel him enlarging inside of her and after several violent thrusts, Zack let out a strangled cry, "Fuck!"

Then he collapsed against Keisha, breathing raggedly, his rippling stomach covered in sweat.

Keisha thought it was over then, but suddenly Zack sat back up and pulled her roughly onto her knees.

"What are you doing?" Keisha asked with alarm.

Zack smacked her ass in response, causing it to wobble and jiggle. "It's time for round two."

"Boy, are you serious?" Keisha asked in disbelief, glancing behind her.

What she saw was Zack still hard as a rock with the cum-filled condom half hanging off his fat dick.

Zack gave her a naughty smile, "I'm about to...wait...what do your men call it?" His expression grew thoughtful for a moment, and then it brightened when he found what he wanted to say. "Wax that ass."

****

M
andy had had enough. She had waited at the dance for an hour before coming to the conclusion that Zack had stood her up after telling her multiple times that he would be there.

It's your fault for trying to force this on him.

But she could not blame herself totally. Zack owed her for how he had just ended their relationship without ever telling her a good reason why.

Then, for the last time that night, she sent Zack a text.

"You still standing over here by yourself?" Randal asked, coming up to the punch bowl table, the bass of the music booming in the background. His shirt was now drenched with sweat...as was his forehead.

Mandy had to stifle a shudder of revulsion at the sight of the greasy slob. This was one of Zack's friends that was disgusting in and out. "Yeah," Mandy replied, looking out at the sea of undulating bodies on the dance floor.

Everyone was having a blast except her.

Fucking Zack.

She was so upset that she had refused to dance with any of the guys who had been coming up to ask her all night...and some of them had been damn cute too.

"It's obvious Zack is not coming," Randal said, moving in close, sweat dripping down his chin. "Come dance with a real player. I'll have your toes curling and your eyes going in the back your head like you been possessed by Lady Gaga's ghost."

Recoiling with horror, Mandy grabbed her purse on the table behind her and said, "No thanks. I was just leaving."

And I'm going to go confront Zack for standing me up and ignoring me.

"Aw come on," Randal protested. "You ever sit on the face of a hungry Rottweiler that hasn't been fed in days?"

"Huh?" Mandy asked, confused.

"Well, I can show you how it feels," Randal said with a wink and a flick of his tongue.

With a cry of disgust, Mandy rushed for the exit with the bass of the music booming in her ears while Randal called out in protest behind her.

"Just give me three licks!"

****

"E
nough!" Keisha cried after Zack had cum again.

The boy was like the energizer bunny...he kept going and going.

"That should show you how much I want you," Zack sighed lustfully, collapsing onto his back against the bed and pulling Keisha down with him.

Keisha knew it was another thing working for the horny young man; the vigor of youth. Some young men had voracious sexual appetites, and apparently, Zack was one of them. She could hardly believe how hard his dick had stayed for the past two hours.

"I am in so much trouble," Keisha said, shaking her head against Zack's smooth chest. "I can't believe I let you do this."

"You wanted it just as much as me," Zack said, repeating his phrase from earlier and kissing her on the forehead. "Otherwise it would have never happened.

"I'm going to jail," Keisha whispered with horror, not listening.

"Nah," Zack said, running his hands through her straightened hair, completely unconcerned. "My birthday is in two weeks. I'll be eighteen and you'll be able to do what you want, when you want, anytime."

That did not change the fact of what they had just done was illegal.

"I have to go," Keisha said suddenly, jumping out of the bed and Zack's arms.

Davonte is gone kill me.

Zack frowned, suddenly sitting up in the bed and looking majorly disappointed. "Please, just stay the night," he begged desperately.

Keisha's jaw dropped while she gathered her clothes that were scattered across Zack's floor. "Boy, are you crazy? After what we just did?" Keisha shook her head. "Nah. I'm getting my black ass up out of here."

Zack's face turned dreamy. "And what a wonderful ass that is."

"Just stop," Keisha pleaded, quickly pulling her panties up her legs while Zack continued to watch her with that insatiable hunger of his.

When she was fully clothed, she stopped in the doorway before walking out. "Alright. Let's just pretend this never happened."

Smiling with content, Zack leaned back against his headboard with his arms placed comfortably behind his head and said, "Sure."

But even as Keisha ran out the house, jumped in her car and sped home, she knew there was no way that was happening.

****

A
fter Keisha left, Zack rolled over in the bed, happy that his ultimate fantasy had finally been fulfilled. It had been everything he had dreamed of...and more.

As he lay there thinking about Keisha's, big, juicy ass, something on the night stand next to his bed caught his eye. It was his cell's phone screen, lighting up. It had been on mute the entire time Keisha had been there so that they would not be disturbed.

Picking it up, he saw the screen laden with messages from Mandy.

The messages started off nice enough, but then they began to get nasty as he read through them. It appeared he had pissed Mandy off royally, standing her up like that.

Well what was I supposed to do?
he thought.
Throw away a chance at my fantasy or go out with a girl I don't like?

After he had read through them all, with the last one telling him that he was a fucking asshole, Zack began sending a reply.

Just forget it Mandy. We're done. Forever.

Zack was actually surprised that Mandy would send such nasty messages. She had never showed this type of anger when they were together. As he put the phone back down on the dresser, he heard an odd noise.

"Keisha?" he called, comfortable with calling her by her first name now.

Was his math teacher still there?

He would be one happy man if so. He doubted it was his parents because they would probably not be coming back for the night. He got up from his bed, going to peer out in the hallway.

"Keisha, you out here?"

He got no response, only silence.

After a moment, he shrugged. He must have been imagining things. Turning off the room light, he climbed back in the bed, naked, still hard. Rolling over and closing his eyes, he tried his hardest to dream about that big, soft ass.

I
t was the middle of class a week later and Keisha was grading papers when her phone buzzed inside of her purse. Glancing around the quiet room, she slowly took out her phone and checked the message.

I want to fuck you right now
- Zack

Keisha glanced over at the boy who appeared to be innocently engaged in his class assignment. Obviously, that wasn't the case.  Her phone buzzed again.

Talk to me, baby.

She knew what she was doing was wrong...knew what she had done with Zack was wrong. But now Keisha found herself caught in a web. The excitement of something new enticed her. Zack's youth, his vigor, his total want for her, made her weak in the knees. It reminded her of when she was young and when love was new.

In essence, she felt like a teenager all over again.