Some Things Never Change: An African American BWBM Urban Fiction Romance (6 page)

“Who the hell
is George and how can you be thinking of another man when I’m
with you.”

“Calm down
Lance it’s just a saying my Grandma used to say repeatedly when
unexpected things happen.” She leaned in toward him. Lance
didn’t know what to think. George could be a previous lover
from her high society that she was comparing him to in her mind and
that thought angered him.

His body overruled
his mind as he pulled her against him to finish what they started.
His erection once more nestled at the junction between her legs. She
moaned as he sucked on her neck and then focused attention on her
lips. Then she rocked hard against him diverting his attention once
more from her mouth. She surprised him by wrapping her legs tightly
around his waist, just when he thought they could get no closer.

“CUTTT!!!!”

“Guys take a
break, Lou and Wayne get your act together, please keep it PG16 for
crying out loud! Next take will be in fifteen minutes. Drink some
water guys and cool down. That scene was way too hot to handle even
for me.”

By the tenth take
Wayne and Lou were both tuckered out and just wanted the scene to be
over and done with. Yet they found it hard not to take the kiss
further on screen and fought to keep their passion at bay.

Finally they managed
to reduce their scene to a chaste kiss on the lips that lasted a mere
few seconds. They would have made a nun proud. If you blinked you
would have missed it in a space of a few seconds. Everyone on the set
could see that there was an undeniable attraction between them and
rumors flew keeping everyone entertained. That mutual spark was what
ignited their chemistry and made them so perfect for their roles.

The producer was
confident that this was going to be the next hit series and kept the
director on his toes. He told the director to monitor Lou and Wayne
as what made them a great pair on stage could go sour if things took
a turn for the worse in real life. The director despaired both actors
were secretive and not the talkative type. He always let them know
that if they ever needed advice his door was always open, that was
the most he could do, Lou and Wayne were consenting adults even if
they acted like children. Eventually they wrapped up their scene and
the director said Lou was free to go so she hastily beat it to her
dressing room.

Wayne had some other
scenes to do so she had some time to get her act together before he
would come knocking to take her home. She found sanctuary in the
safety of her dressing room where she could lock out everyone on set.
Internally she cringed. She couldn’t help but feel mortified at
her wanton behavior on the set. She practically dry humped Wayne on
the set. She was sure everyone could tell that she hadn’t had
sex in years. She hadn’t craved it in the slightest in years
since the awkward night she lost her virginity. She felt sex was over
rated so why now of all the times was she insatiable. It seemed Wayne
had open the floodgates and all that was about to change, it was
inevitable, only a matter of time. Lou stood in front of the mirror
and stared at her well kissed but swollen lips. She felt like she was
in a daze, oblivious to how much time had passed. She gave a slight
jump when she heard a loud knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Wayne came through
the door with haste. He tried to be discrete by closing the door and
securing it with the latch. Then he made his way towards Lou while he
slowly unbuttoned his shirt, he planned to make every second count.
His nostrils flared as they caught her scent. He knew she eyed him in
the mirror with every step he took towards her. Wayne took good care
of his body and his time spent at the gym showed.

She melted under his
herculean strength, her eyes raked over his magnificently sculpted
chest. His pecs were firm and hard. She practically drooled, he was
the type of guy you couldn’t help but stare at when at the
beach. She could easily outline his six, no wait, his eight pack.

He was all muscle and
leanness thanks to his genes, it came naturally and he didn’t
have to spend as much time in the gym as other men did. He had played
soccer in high school, where he had to do a lot of weight training to
get the right build to play the goal keeper. Even though he didn’t
get the opportunity to go pro, he stuck to the strict regimen of diet
and exercise. He loved soccer, other than keeping in shape, it was
also a great way to maintain his contacts and promote his business
locally when playing in the neighborhood with the guys on a Sunday.

“Wayne, can you
give me a few more minutes before you take me home. I got caught up
doing everything else except what I came here to do.” No
response. She was afraid to turn around and look him in the eye.

“Lou no need to
rush, we won’t be leaving any time soon.”

“Why not?”
She felt puzzled at first then realization slowly dawned. He was
toying with her emotions like a cat with a cornered mouse. Her heart
thundered in her chest.

“I’ve
come to finished what we’ve started.” He closed the
distance between them with a furtively long stride. He stopped short
directly behind her and caressed her shoulder, she turned around to
face him.

“How do I know
that I can trust you, that this isn’t just a fling for you?”
Her heart was in her eyes, the answer she wanted he couldn’t
supply.

“You won’t
ever know, this is a risk that only you can take. You’ll have
to decide if I’m worth it.” He wished he could erase her
doubts. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy for her reserved
and independent nature. He stood rooted as he waited on her answer,
mentally said a quick prayer that she wouldn’t disappoint. He
was close enough to inhale her aroma and absorb her warmth.

“Wayne I want
you so badly but I’m afraid,” she cried out.

“So am I, I
thought about you all day, the only thing standing in our way is us.”

“Take me now
before I change my mind.” He swept her into his arms like she
weighed nothing and hoisted her on top of the makeup table.

He pulled off her
dress in one motion, his eyes lit up after seeing her in all her
naked glory. She didn’t need to wear a bra because the dress
had built in cups that made her look sizes bigger. She saw no
disappointment in Wayne’s heated gaze, just utter admiration.
Just being in his presence made her feel that she made the right
choice. Being with him was unlike anything she had ever experienced
before. She would relax and let this man handle her any way he
wanted. Lou had never felt proud of her body until that moment.

“Touch me
Wayne.”

Wayne looked as if
she granted him a buffet and he wanted to sample everything on the
menu. It was official, Lou was a woman in desperate need and Wayne
was just the man to fill that gap. Her breasts were small but perky,
her nipples stiff and pebbled.

“Where do you
want me to start?” he replied. He didn’t wait on a
response. He massaged her large buttocks with his hands, dragging her
closer to the edge of the makeup table. Positioning her at an angle
that suited him.

Slowly and
deliberately he pulled on her dark puckered tips. Her loud moan was
his answer that he made a smart move. He was generous with the
attention that he lavished to each individual nipple.

“More.”

He skimmed them with
his tongue and sucked on them until they were just as swollen as her
lips. Wayne paused to survey the scene. She was still perched on the
makeup table, breasts exposed, legs sprawled, pussy wide open and
soaking wet. Like a flower in bloom, its fragrance permeated the air.
Her gasps of pleasure were sharp and inconsistent as she succumbed to
the latent heat of his lips against her body. He was a force to be
reckoned with and her body came alive under his very powerful
ministrations, nowhere was sacred.

He locked lips with
her and placed wet butterfly kisses all over her face and neck. She
strained against him, her puffy lips hot and eager. He would never
get tired of kissing her and left a trail down to her hot salty
moistness as he lapped at her labia. Her pussy was bald not a spec of
hair visible.

She rubbed her pussy
against his face as she rocked against him. He halted that and eased
her off, parted her folds and slid a finger up her slick and tight
passage, slowly stretched her until he could add a second with ease.
She went wild and bucked her hips like a wild bronco in a bid to take
him deeper. He pulled his fingers out and played with her clit, the
small bud quivered, and he put the now engorged bud into his mouth
and suckled her. He abraded it with his teeth, it blew her mind, the
contrast between hard and soft, the intensity of it all. While he did
that he fingered her passage hard, until he finally found her g spot,
it felt like it was two inches upwards.

A rough patch that he
pressed, poked and prodded while licking and blowing on her clit. Her
feminine scent enveloped him, the faster he plunged his fingers the
louder she got, until she vibrated uncontrollably, and dug her nails
deep into his skin. Only then did her loud wanton hoarse cries echo
his success as she succumbed to her orgasms. He undid the metal clasp
of his pants and slid down the zipper. The blue jeans crumple around
his ankle, showed off muscular thighs with light baby hair that was
so light and sparse, you had to be up close and personal to view
them. His white boxer briefs soon joined them. His balls hung low and
his cock jutted out engorged and at full attention.

“Damn your
large!”

She wondered briefly
if she could take all of him, she had never had anyone his size
before.

Wayne set out to calm
her. “Don’t worry about it you were made for me.”

He grabbed her hand
and placed it firmly on his hardness. Of her own free will, she began
to get acquainted with his sex. He was huge and veiny but his skin
felt silky to touch. Her touch made his balls feel heavier as she
stroked the full length of him. His penis throbbed in her palm as she
held it firmly then gently squeezed the tip. When she increased her
rhythm he nearly lost it right there in her palm.

“Imagine every
time you do your makeup you will remember me being inside you, we
belong to each other.”

With that
declaration, he slid into her deep fold with a slow but forceful
thrust. He was going insane, she was so hot and tight. It felt so
good her muscles tightened around him and squeezed him for dear life,
pussy had never felt this good before. Every thrust sent waves of
pleasure through her entire body, he banged that deliciously aching
spot again and she orgasmed yet again. He plunged hard and deeper as
if he was looking for buried treasure, half of her felt like she was
coming apart at the seams, she couldn’t possibly take any more.
The other half cheered him on, reveling in their pleasure and lust
for each other.

No amount of
preparation could prepare her mentally for it, she felt him stretch
her like no man ever had before. When he pulled out she felt so empty
like nothing else could fill that void he left behind. Then he
entered her again, and again, it felt damn good and she was in
heaven. Her cries grew more frantic as he lost himself in her, his
pace increasing as their pleasure co-mingled. They moved in unison to
their own rhythm, completely lost in each other.

Wayne let out a
hoarse shout when he found his release. A reminder that he was only
human with limits, not a machine. Lou felt thoroughly fucked, now she
finally knew what she had missed out on all those years.

She felt sated, no
longer on the edge of sexual insanity as everything Wayne did earlier
had inflamed all her senses, his smell, his touch and his gaze. She
had thrown her principles aside for Wayne. He took her on the makeup
table for crying out loud. She didn’t have any regrets and
wouldn’t have hesitated if she had known sex between them would
have been that stupendous.

Lou felt like she had
gotten too involved with Wayne. No man had ever gotten passed her
boundaries with such ease. She had thrown all her rules out the door
for this man. Yet she didn’t want to be another sex at the
workplace experience for him. They were both incapable of speech as
they helped each other adjust their clothing. Hopefully no one would
come in after them to use the room as the smell of sex still
permeated the air.

Lou was spent, she
couldn’t move a muscle. The makeup table was sturdy and
survived Wayne’s battering of them both. Wayne braced over her,
his body still trembled in waves of pleasure from his release. He
reluctantly withdrew from her.

“Lou, are you
okay? I’m sorry if I hurt you, I meant to go slow.”

“It was...words
can’t describe…” She didn’t get to finish
Wayne’s phone rang out loud.

Wayne asked her if it
was okay, she nodded. He went to get the cell out of his jeans
pocket, somehow his pants ended up across the room in their wild
lovemaking. She knew it wasn’t good news when his face darkened
and he punched the wall. Lou pulled her dress up and tried not to
panic, she had never seen Wayne in a rage before. Yet she didn’t
feel afraid of him, once she was fully dressed she went over to him
and hugged him. That seemed to calm him down as he held unto her for
succor. He ended the call then turned her to face him, he brushed his
hand through her hair in a sad attempt to neaten the ragged mess.

“Sorry you had
to witness that.”

“It’s
okay. It’s been a long day for both of us and emotions are
running high, let’s just go home and get some rest.”

He looked conflicted
but nodded in agreement. It had been Sizzla on the line, while he had
been banging the brains out of Lou, the Bainbridge Boys had gotten
the drop on them yet again, stealing another shipment from them. It
was the third one this month and would sink a hole in their profit
margin. Something would have to be done about the Bainbridge Boys,
they were like a plague for their business. For once he agreed with
Crazy T, they were getting out of hand with their attempts for a
hostile takeover of their territory. He normally never condoned
violence but in this case, he would make an exception.