When Saint Goes Marching In (16 page)

Inside, Saint shrieked. Inside, he fell to pieces. Inside, he was crying and pleading and praying to God.

Payton suddenly stopped and picked up his cell phone from where she’d thrown it on the seat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I gotta get your dick hard before I ride this monster. Damn, I’ve missed your cock! Long and fat, just how I like them,” she laughed. “Let me text your lady first, though.”

Saint heard her nails click against his phone as she typed a message and hit send.

“There, that oughta do it!” she smiled.

“Whu….whu…” Saint felt himself fall even faster out of consciousness. “Please…don’t…do…this,” he pleaded. “I’m….mar…ried…Pay…ton…pl…please.”

“Remember how you told me I was boring the shit out of you? Am I still boring, baby?” she cooed before placing him back into her mouth. Saint heard the noisy, slurping sounds and tried desperately to move his body to no avail. He felt his cock getting hard in her mouth.

No!

Sorrow consumed him.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Payton bumped his now hard dick against her lips. She worked the tip over and over in her mouth, popping it out with a loud suction noise. Saint felt her straddle over the top of him. He looked up at her, seeing her twice as his vision doubled and danced around, throwing white and silver obscurities in his peripheral vision. “This joker is nice and hard now. Mmmmm.”

Saint winced when she slid down on his rigid shaft. She gasped, and her eyes broadened as his girth pushed her wide open. “Goddamn,” she sighed, her eyes rolling back. “It’s been so long, Saint. Your dick is so fucking big. Shit. Ohhhh, this feels so good. I know your wife loves getting this good shit all the time! You were mine first, though.”

She began to bounce up and down on him, rotating her hips. “Oh yes.”

All the time Saint wished that he was in another world or had a rewind button to change the events of the evening.

Loud footsteps rapidly approached the car. He knew that walk…he knew those shoes…that stride. He could smell her. He could taste her. He knew his soul mate was on her way and he knew she was ready to bust some heads wide open.

“You…gotta…you…gotta…stop,” Saint gasped, fear seizing him. He concentrated with all of his might, trying in vain to move.

“Oh no, we’re just getting started. I want you to cum in me, baby. You always refused. You’d never cum in me, always wore a magnum. I begged you but you always told me ‘no.’ I bet you came in her soon after you started fucking her, shit, maybe even the first time you fucked her, you two got married so fast. I heard you say she was your soul mate on the radio soon after you two got hitched. You imprinted on her, I know you did.” Jealousy spewed out of Payton’s core. “I read all of your books, some of them twice, Saint. I know what you did to her. You didn’t give me all of that, you gave it all to her and she didn’t even earn it like I did. I built your ass from the ground up and that bitch got to reap the rewards. I was with you for such a long time and I got nothing! You
never
marked me. I need you to do it, give it to me, baby – cum in my pussy,” Payton said as she continued to grind her hips over him.

Saint heard the steps still approaching until finally they slowed down.

God, please! Please don’t let her see this! No!

“Saint?” Xenia called out in a faint voice. He saw her outside the car, clutching her black purse under her arm with her name in diamonds on it…clutching it like a lifeline. Saint had had it made for her, for her thirty-third birthday several years previously.

She took a cautious step forward and peered inside the yellow car. Saint could almost hear her breathing. Payton laughed and looked over her shoulder, watching as Xenia stood there, looking in the window, watching them fuck. His wife put her hands up to her mouth, screamed and ran away. Saint couldn’t see her, but he heard her yell up to the heavens and down to Hell as she flew away…away from him.

Saint lie helpless, feeling Payton ride him hard, her pussy gripping his dick with all of its might.

“What if you had two baby mamas?” Payton mocked. “The great Dr. Saint Aknaten cheated on his wife with ex-girlfriend! More at eleven! Oops! He got ’er pregnant, too!” she cackled. “No worries, Saint. I don’t want any fuckin’ kids, I’m just teasing you. I know you wanted some eventually though, and for you, I would’ve messed my body up to have your fucking offspring. I bet you want to keep your wife barefoot and pregnant, huh? She churned those titty tuggers out for you back to back. You were always a sexist pig!” A wide grin split her face as her body bobbed up and down. But then, her face suddenly turned serious as she moved even faster and harder. “You feel much better raw. You never gave me that. All I got was latex.”

“Wh…why…are…you…do…doing…this to…me?” Saint asked.

Payton stopped bobbing and pushed her face down close to his. “Because I can, motherfucker! You’re a filthy, player ass son of a bitch that fucked me over! You know I loved you and then you disrespected me the last time we saw one another. If you aren’t going to be with me, then she won’t be with your selfish, mind-game playing ass either. Shit, I did her a favor!”

“Whu…did…you tell…her?” Saint mustered, slowly finding some strength as he began to struggle underneath her.

“Oh, I told her that I was screwing her husband and if she didn’t believe me, come find the yellow BMW parked in the back of the lot and come see us for herself. She came, she saw. Well, actually I’m about to cum, but she surely saw!” Payton teased.

Saint felt the drug slowly wearing off but could still barely move. His frustration mounted as he tried to push her off to no avail. He felt her slide off of him.

“I sure wish you could eat my pussy,” she said. “Damn, you were the best pussy eater ever, Saint. Shit, those were the good old days. Do you make your bitch pass out, too? My husband couldn’t fuck me like you could. I had to pretend that he was you, just to be able to cum.” She turned her back to him and mounted him again.

“Nuh…nooooo!” he shouted.

Saint reached around her waist, gripped her tightly and got her off of his dick. Payton scratched and bit at him, cursing as he tossed her forcefully to the side, not caring where she’d land. She hit her head on the back of the driver’s seat, her long, straight hair swaying and sticking to her gloss covered lips. Saint rose, opened the back car door and stumbled out. He fell, crawled, then stood back up and leaned against the car. He looked around for his shoes and phone and finally found them. He unsteadily reached down and grabbed each item, slid his underwear and pants up, then put his shoes on haphazardly as he tried almost in vain to keep his balance.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Payton screamed out as she got to her feet and moved awkwardly towards him. She grabbed his arm. He shook her off abruptly as he stumbled around, the rocks under his feet making his gait even more unsteady. “It’s too late, Saint!” she screamed out, watching him leave her behind. “She saw you! You fucked me, which means you fucked yourself, end of story.” Payton laughed. “Payback is a bitch named Payton! Don’t forget my name, bastard!”

Saint continued to walk forward, careful to keep his head down in case anyone was close by. As he looked down, he noticed his dick, now at half mast, partially hanging out of his open zipper through the slit in his underwear. He quickly grabbed it, stuffed it back inside his underwear and zipped his pants up. His eyes glazed, still seeing double, he tried to make his way through the maze of cars.

Please don’t let anyone notice me right now. I don’t want to embarrass her. Don’t…ask for her.

He heard someone in the distance laugh and say, “That dude is tore up! Blame it on the alcohol!” followed by more laughter.

He took out his cell phone as he entered the building. He leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily. The music blared, mingling in with his thoughts, causing his head to feel like it was going to explode. He avoided eye contact with anyone as he waited, listening to her cell phone ring over and over then go to voicemail. “Baby! It’s not what you think! Please answer your phone!” He quickly sent her a text message:
XENIA
PLEASE. SHE DRUGGED ME. I DIDN’T CHEAT. I SWEAR! WHERE ARE YOU?

Saint waited for an hour. He sent the same text message over and over. He called Xenia’s phone repeatedly to no avail. He assumed she had left. Now, able to see more clearly, he made his way to his car and got inside.

He rubbed his face briskly and strained as he started the car. His cell phone rang and he quickly answered, assuming it was Xenia.

“Hey man! Tell Xenia congrats! I heard all about it. It’s on “HelloBeautiful” and “Blackplanet.” I know it’s late but I wanted to let her know Latrice and I are happy for her,” Raphael said on the other end. “Hey man, you there?” he asked after the long silence.

“Fuck!” Saint roared so loudly and his windows shook when he pounded the steering wheel with his heavy fist.

“Man, what’s going on?”

Saint wiped his face. “Raphael, some real ill shit just happened. Do you remember Payton?” he began as he sped through the streets trying to get home.

“Hell yeah, I remember Payton. She was fine, not as fine as Xenia but a close second. She was a bit possessive of you. Shit, she was even jealous of the time you and I spent together. Why?”

“She fucked me tonight, in the parking lot at the awards show and Xenia saw it,” Saint said dully.

“What? Saint, why in the fuck would you do some shit like that? I thought you had gotten that shit out of your system. That is fucked up, man!” Raphael scolded, his voice dripping with anger. “And you fucked your ex-broad on Xenia’s special night at the radio awards programming banquet? Saint, that is low, even for you!”

“Shut-the-fuck- up for a minute and let me tell you what happened!” Saint screamed into his phone. “She fuckin’ drugged me, man! I didn’t volunteer for this shit! She put something in my drink – she must’ve done it while I was talking to someone. She then coaxed me out to her car and shit. The shit hit me so hard that I couldn’t even move and could barely talk. I still feel like I’m underwater right now. My head is swimmin’! She sucked my dick to make it hard then rode me and I’m telling you, God’s honest truth, I did not allow this shit. I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m fucked!”

“What the… She raped you?” Raphael said in an incredulous whisper.

“Yes! She texted Xenia and had her come outside and look. She set me the fuck up!” Saint spat a string of foul curses. “Xenia came out and saw us and ran off. Ain’t no coming back from this, man! Xenia won’t answer her phone.” Saint panicked as her energy continued to enter his psyche. He
knew
what Xenia was thinking. “I can feel her, Raphael. I’ve never felt her like this before. I’m screwed!”

“What the hell is Payton doing out there? She’s from here, she’s from New York.”

“It doesn’t even matter at this point why she’s here. The damage is done and there is no telling what I have waiting for me at home. She ruined Xenia’s night and she is trying to destroy my life because she is angry that I didn’t take her seriously when we were together.” Saint floored the accelerator. “She always thought we were going to get married. I married someone else. She is now divorced and pissed off – feeling like the life I have with Xenia should have been her and me instead. She has come back to fuck me up!”

“Man, all you can do is tell Xenia the truth and hope she believes you,” Raphael said. “This is so fucked up, man.”

“Now I not only have to face my wife about this shit, I need to go get tested for STDS and HIV! I haven’t needed a STD and HIV test in over six years. It was liberating to be settled down, faithful and committed. Raphael, I never, not even once, thought about cheating on Xenia. The thought never even crossed my mind; no matter how good another woman may have looked. I’m a flirt, but I don’t cheat on my wife. I’ve never desired to. She is the
only
woman I’ve ever been with since we got together, and in all this time I’ve never wondered about some new pussy. I feel sick. I feel like I just want to throw up, man. I am so in love with her. I can’t believe this is happening. My family is at stake. If I lose my family, I got nothing.”