Chapter 15
W hen Benjamin told me to dress comfortably, I wasn’t sure what we would be doing. The only hint he gave me was that we would be outside, and we were taking his motorcycle. I wanted to be comfortable, yet cute, so I decided on a pair of cargo pants, a corset tank top, and a cute pair of sandals. I decided to straighten my hair so I didn’t have to worry about the helmet messing up any style.
The thought of being on the back of a motorcycle was scary, yet thrilling. I’d never ridden one, so I had to put my full trust in this man to let me walk away from this date with my life.
My phone chimed with a text, letting me know that he was a few minutes away. Grabbing my crossbody, I tossed in my essentials and made my way out front. My parents were cuddled up on the couch, watching a Hallmark movie.
Mom’s head rested on Dad’s shoulder, and he kept giving her light forehead kisses while gently stroking her arm. I smiled as I lingered for a moment, watching them. They were still so in love after all these years. That’s what I wanted. Not just love, but longevity to go along with it.
So many people stayed in loveless relationships or marriages for the sake of having someone or because they didn’t believe in divorce or being alone. Fuck that. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I refuse to stay miserable.
Walking up behind the couch, I leaned over and nudged my face between them.
“Y’all are so cute,” I said, kissing their cheeks.
Mutual chuckles came from them as they returned my kiss. My mother sat up and looked back at me.
“Where are you going?”
Nervously, I took a step back. I’d insisted nothing was going on with Benny and that he was just a friend. I wasn’t so sure about that anymore. I enjoyed his company… and his kisses. Gosh, his kisses made me squeeze my thighs together.
“Willow?” my father said, breaking my thoughts.
“I um… I have a date.”
Both their eyes widened as they spoke in unison. “A date?”
“Yes… with Benjamin.”
They looked from me to each other, then refocused their attention back to the television.
“You don’t have anything to say?” I asked.
“You’re grown,” my mother said, turning back. “I trust you know what you’re doing. Just… be careful. You may claim to be single, but you still have to deal with Ellis when you leave here. Remember that you will eventually leave. Don’t make it harder for you or this young man. From what Delores Carter told me, don’t make it hard on his daughter, either. She said you three looked like a little family at that fundraiser.”
Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. That woman loved to gossip. She would tell your business to anybody that was willing to listen.
“I’m being careful, Ma.”
Am I really, though?
“You didn’t tell us he had a child,” my father said.
“She’s five and the most adorable little girl. She’s such a sweetheart. You would love her.”
“Well, when are we meeting this young man and his daughter?” my mother asked.
I shrugged as I rounded the couch and took a seat. “I don’t know. I don’t know if we’re there yet.”
My father turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “Where is there?”
“Meeting the family, Daddy. We’re just friends right now.”
“So there is potential for this to go beyond friendship.”
I was glad when I heard a knock on the door. It had to be Benny, saving me from this conversation. I walked over and unlocked it before opening the door wide. He stood there looking fine as hell in all black from head to toe. A light bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. I reached out to swipe it away.
“Hey, you,” I said, smiling.
“Hey, love.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “You ready to go?”
“Yep. Mama, Daddy I’ll see y’all later. I love you.”
I quickly darted out the door to avoid an awkward conversation.
“Now your parents are gonna think I’m rude because I didn’t speak.”
I pointed over my shoulder. “Do you want to go back in there and get the third degree? Delores Carter has already told them how cozy we looked at the fundraiser.”
Benny frowned. “Ol’ gossiping ass. My grandma used to say you give a nigga a rib and they’ll tell everything.”
I laughed. “Mine said the same thing. She had a saying for everything, and it rarely made sense, but somehow, it applied.”
“It always does.” He picked up the second helmet. “You ready?”
“I’m nervous, but excited. Expect me to squeeze you for dear life.”
He chuckled. “I’m okay with that.”
He pecked my lips, then placed the helmet on my head, ensuring that it was safely secured. I watched as he climbed on the bike before swinging my leg over to climb on. Seated behind him, I secured my arms around his waist as he put his helmet on.
The roaring of the engine had me excited. I held on tightly as he pulled onto the street. The ride through the neighborhood was a moderate pace, but picked up once we hit the interstate. I took in the scenery and relished in the wind whipping around us. This was exhilarating. About fifteen minutes passed before we were getting off another exit. A few lefts and a right later, we were pulling into a parking lot of a beautiful park.
“This is nice,” I said after taking the helmet off.
“It’s one of my favorite places. Sometimes, when I wanna get out of the city, I bring Charlie here. She loves a damn park.”
He climbed off and helped me off the bike. Lifting the storage compartment on his motorcycle, he retrieved a basket and a blanket.
I smiled. “We’re having a picnic?”
“That cool with you?”
“Yes! I love picnics.”
“Good, because I took my time making this lunch for us. I was gonna be real offended if you didn’t like it.”
I waved him off. “The fact that you took time to do something like this for me is more than enough.” Cupping his face, I pressed my lips to his in the sweetest kiss. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Can you hold this right quick?”
I took the items from his hands. He lifted the other side of the storage compartment and pulled out a covering for the bike. Once he had it on, he grabbed my hand and we made our way to find a space to set up for the picnic. We settled on a spot that was under a big, shady tree with beautiful blooming flowers.
After he spread out the blanket, we took a seat and made ourselves comfortable. I was excited to see what he packed for us. I hadn’t eaten breakfast, so I knew whatever it was would hit the spot. My eyes widened as he unpacked a spread of chicken salad sandwiches on croissant rolls, chips, pasta, fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, and fresh fruit. To drink, there was tea, lemonade, and water.
“This looks so good!” I said, rubbing my hands together. “Let’s hope it tastes good.”
He threw a grape at me. “See how you try to play me? One thing I can do is make a good snack. Ask Charlie.”
“Where is my little friend?”
“With my parents. She was low key upset she couldn’t come with us.”
“You’ll have to bring her next time.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I get a next time?”
I blushed. “We’ll see how this date goes. Feed me.”
He chuckled. “You handicapped?”
“No, but every picnic I’ve seen is cutesy and the couples always feed each other. I want the whole experience.”
“You are out of control, woman.”
Even as he said that, he put a little of everything on our plates. Picking up the chicken salad sandwich, he cupped my chin and brought it to my lips.
“Open.”
Shit! Something about that command made me tingle. I opened my mouth and took a bite of the sandwich. My eyes immediately fluttered close as the flavors danced on my tongue.
“Oh. My. God.” I moaned in satisfaction. “That is amazing. You made that?”
“You ate it and still doubt my skills? Wow.”
I laughed. “No, no. I’m just saying. The only person’s chicken salad I rave about is my mama’s. Let me find out you might be competition.”
“Can I meet your mama before you pit me against her?”
“You do have to meet her.”
“I do. I’m sure your dad is sick of seeing my face.”
I giggled. “My parents are chill. They might ask a few questions, but that’s just to make sure there is no funny business. Other than that, they don’t have much to say about what I do or who I do it with.”
“How did they feel about your boyfriend?”
“He’s no longer my boyfriend, remember? And they liked him well enough, I guess. They’ve never said anything bad about him to me. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about Ellis.” I forked a helping of pasta salad onto my fork and held it to his lips. “I want to focus on me, you, and having a good time.”
I cupped his chin and leaned in to kiss him. I could never grow tired of kissing him. His lips were always soft and his breath was always fresh.
“I can do that,” he said as we parted.
“Good,” I said, feeding him the pasta. “Now, tell me about this chicken salad.”
Our picnic was beautiful.
The food was great.
The conversation was never lacking. After finishing what we could of our meal, he packed up the basket and reached for me. I made myself comfortable between his legs with my back to his front.
Laughter filled the air as we shared stories of our childhood. I never would have imagined we grew up so similarly. It felt good to talk to a man that could relate to my blackness. Sometimes, talking to Ellis felt like talking to a brick wall.
He grew up in a predominantly white area with mostly white friends. He missed a lot of social cues. He didn’t understand most of my humor. He didn’t listen to the same music or eat the same foods I did.
I made that man a plate of neck bones and rice and he looked disgusted that I would serve him such rubbish. I loved listening to old school music on full blast while I cleaned the house on Saturday mornings. The sounds of Aretha, the Isley Brothers, and Luther were a staple in my home.
He’d always ask me to turn it down or put on something less… for a lack of a better word, ethnic. It got to the point where I didn’t clean when he was over. The house would be dead silent… just the way he liked it.
Benny understood.
Benny was hip to our culture.
Benny was in touch with his roots. It was so refreshing.
Currently, we were listening to the sweet sounds of Uncle Sam’s “I Don’t Ever Wanna See You Again.”
“This is hitting a little too close to home,” I jested as I sang along.
“But you’re singing it.”
“Cause this is my song!”
I belted out a horrible rendition of the song, causing him to cover my mouth with his hand.
“Don’t quit your day job, baby.”
“Oh, whatever!”
I playfully shoved him onto his back.
“You gon’ stop putting your hands on me, woman.”
I straddled his lap and leaned into him. “Or what?”
“I might have to spank that ass.”
I giggled as I leaned in further to kiss him. His arms came around me, pulling me chest to chest with him. I moaned against his lips as his hands snaked their way to my ass.
“Damn, Willow,” he muttered. “You fuckin’ me up right now.”
“I can feel it.”
His dick was practically straining against his jeans. My imagination was running wild with thoughts of what lay beneath his clothes. I knew he took care of his body, but that dick… what was that like?
We were kissing so hot and heavy that neither of us paid any attention to the rumbling thunder. It wasn’t until the rain started pouring did we finally scramble to our feet. It was like someone opened the floodgates of heaven. The tree didn’t protect us at all.
I took off running for the awning we’d parked close to with Benjamin on my heels, cracking up as I almost broke my ass in those sandals.
“You didn’t check the weather?” I asked, water dripping from me.
“I did. It wasn’t supposed to rain this early.”
“Shit! There goes my silk press.”
I could already feel my hair beginning to shrink up. By the time we made it back, there wouldn’t be a straight hair in sight. Benny set the blanket and basket down and stepped into my space. He fingered a strand of my hair, a smile spreading across his face.
“The Willow I knew is slowly taking form,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “If I can make a request… keep the curls. They make you look like you.”
I was quiet as he threaded his other hand through the kinky coils. It had been a long time since I saw a natural curl on my head. I wasn’t sure I’d even recognize the person wearing them anymore.
In some ways, Ellis’ mother made me feel ashamed of the hair that grew from my scalp. She called it unkempt, pointing out how unprofessional and dirty it was. Whenever we were around her or her friends, they looked at me like I was a foreigner. I didn’t fit, I didn’t belong, and I wasn’t good enough. I’d never be good enough.
“What’s wrong?” Benny asked, breaking my thoughts.
I shook my head. “Nothing… nothing. I’m fine.”
He cupped my face, seemingly searching my eyes. “You look so fucking beautiful right now, Willow.”
“I—I do?”
He nodded. “I don’t know if another nigga ever made you feel like you ain’t the shit, but fuck that. I’ll remind you every day that you are fucking pressure.”
He kissed me, and it was at that every moment I decided that this man deserved some pussy.
* * *
The rain finally let up long enough for me and Benny to make our way back to town. No sooner did we hit the street he lived on, did the sky open up and the bottom fell out again. We were already soaked from the first rainfall, so we just had to accept our fate this time. By the time we made it up to his place, I was shivering.
“Why don’t you get out of these wet clothes and take a hot shower?” Benny suggested. “Over here shivering and shit. You can wear something of mine and I’ll wash your clothes.”
“Sounds good.” I stepped closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Would you wanna join me?”
“In the shower?”
“Yes.”
“Willow… listen to me, baby. I’ve been practicing a lot of restraint with you. That shit is a wrap if I get in that shower.”
My hands slipped from his waist and dropped to his belt buckle.
“What if I don’t want restraint?” I asked, undoing the belt. “What if I want to let go of my inhibitions and just feel something different?”
He stared at me for a moment in complete silence. I was tempted to slide my hand into his pants, but I waited for him to give me an okay. That came in the form of his hands moving to undo my corset top. Slowly, he pulled at the ribbon holding it together. As it came undone, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. With the last of the ribbon removed, he peered down at me as he pushed the top open.
Bare breasts and hard nipples greeted him.
He licked his lips as he stooped to capture mine. Mutual moans passed between us as he devoured my mouth. My nipples rubbed against him, pulling a pleasurable whimper from me.
“Benny,” I whispered.
His lips moved to my neck, then down to my breasts. He cupped them in his large hands. The moment those soft lips covered my nipples, I came undone. He was slow and sensual in a delicious assault that left me panting and wanting more. The next thing I knew, he’d lifted me into his arms. Our lips collided as he carried me down the hall to his bedroom.
I didn’t get a good look at the space before we headed into the adjoining bathroom. He placed me on my feet and we began undressing each other. With every piece of clothing I stripped from him, my hunger for him became insatiable. Benjamin Davis was a masterpiece… a literal work of art.
Beautiful tattoos covered his body, all of which I was sure told a story. Chiseled abs and defined pecs had my eyes roaming his frame. When he pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips, my eyes widened.
“Shit…” I mumbled.
His dick was more than I’d imagined… more than I’d fantasized about. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as he moved around the bathroom grabbing towels, washcloths, and an extra loofah. He looked back at me as he reached in to turn on the shower.
“My eyes are up here,” he jested with a grin.
I blushed at being caught. He shook his head as he pulled me into the shower. His arms encased me as he placed the sweetest pecks to my lips. The next thing I knew, he turned me so that my back was to his front, with his dick resting between my cheeks.
“I hope you know I’m not taking it easy on you,” he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. A hard slap to my ass followed, causing me to moan. “Yeah, I’m gonna have fun making this shit clap against my thighs.”
His hand crept to my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Would you like that?” he asked, rubbing the spot where he’s slapped.
“Yes…” I whispered.
“You would?” His hand disappeared between my thighs, cupping my pussy from behind. “What else would you like, love?”
His fingers parted my lips, and he gave my clit a single stroke, causing me to tremble and gasp. He chuckled in my ear.
“You sure you ready for me, Willow?”
I nodded, feverishly.
He eased two fingers into me, stroking my pussy with precision. I was so wet that he moved them with such ease.
“Damn, baby. Maybe you are. I’ma handle that for you as soon as we get out of here.”
He pulled his hand away, and immediately I missed his touch. I had to refocus my attention on the shower. The quicker we got out of here, the quicker I could ease the ache between my legs.
Twenty minutes later, our shower was done, and we were drying ourselves off. The minute we hit the bedroom, our lips and hands reacquainted themselves. Benjamin picked me up and placed me in the center of his bed. He reached into the nightstand and retrieved a condom.
“This is the last time I’ll ask,” he said, ripping it open. “You sure about this? Ain’t no turning back once I’m in your shit.”
I nodded. “I’m sure.” I fell back against the bed and spread my legs. My hand dipped between my thighs to find my swollen clit. “I’m ready for you,” I said breathily as I stroked it.
He licked his lips as he watched me playing with myself with one hand and pinching my nipples with the other. After a minute or so, I felt his hands wrap around my ankles. He yanked me to the edge of the bed and pushed my knees to my chest. I didn’t have time to blink before his face was buried in my pussy.
“Fuck!”
I gasped as he sucked my clit between his juicy lips. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Never had I had my pussy eaten with such urgency… such need… such devotion. Ellis acted like he hated to go down on me, but loved having his dick sucked.
Benjamin.
Benjamin Davis… I could tell he ate pussy for pleasure. His pleasure and mine. The way he licked, sucked, and swirled his tongue around my swollen bud while finger stroking me had my head spinning.
“B-Benny! Oh, my God!”
I grabbed the sides of his head and thrust more of my pussy into his mouth. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he peered up at me. His gaze was intense, almost animalistic, as he feasted on me. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he released it with an audible plop.
“This pussy…” he said, kissing my lower lips. “You fucked up giving me this shit, Willow.”
Standing to his full height, he grabbed his condom clad dick and stroked it.
“Nobody is else gonna be able to fuck this pussy like I can once I tame you.”
If I could squirt on command, that would have done it. He slid the head of his dick between my slick folds, each stroke pulling a moan from me.
“Benny, please…” I begged.
He chuckled. “You want it?”
“Yes!”
My voice sounded desperate, even to my own ears. But I was desperate to feel him. Desperate for him to feel me. He’d created this insatiable need all in a matter of minutes, and I wanted to be fulfilled.
Grabbing my arms, he pinned them over my head, locking them in place with one hand. I gasped as he slid his thickness into me, making me take every delicious inch of him. The slow, deliberate strokes to my middle already had my body trembling beneath him.
“Shit, Willow!” He bit his lip and groaned as he filled me to the hilt. “That’s how this pussy hittin’? So tight… so fucking wet.” Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my stomach. “Arch that ass for me. Let me see if you can really take it.”
I did as he requested. Pushing myself up on my knees, I dropped into the perfect arch. Again, he ran his dick along the length of my slit before filling me with all of him. With his thumbs planted in the familiar dimples of my back, he delivered slow, deep, methodical strokes.
Part of me wanted him to speed up, but the other part of me was enjoying the delicious torture. The way he rolled his hips into me. The way he fisted my kinky coils to hold my head up every time it dropped. My cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.
“Benny!”
“Shit!”
“Oh God!”
“You feel so good!”
“I love how vocal you are.” He slapped my ass. “Didn’t I say I was gonna enjoy making this ass clap against my thighs? Shit! Throw it back. Let me catch that muthafucka.”
I braced myself on my hands and threw my ass to meet his strokes. Nothing but the sounds of panting, muttered curses, and skin slapping filled the air around us. I could feel myself at the brink of ecstasy. It started at my toes and worked its way up to the apex of my thighs.
My clit began to throb and when I reached between us to alleviate the pressure, I knew I was done. My body began to tremble.
“I’m gonna cum…. Shit! I’m gonna cum!”
He pushed me face first onto the bed and pounded my pussy until tears streamed down my cheeks and I repeatedly cried out his name as I came with back to back orgasms. With a final stroke, I felt him release into the condom with a loud grunt.
“Fuck!”
Both of us remained in position, panting heavily. After catching his breath, he slid out of me, and I slumped to the bed. Behind me, he chuckled.
“Don’t pass out on me yet, love,” he said, slapping my ass. “I’ma get you some water, but you gotta be ready for round two.”
I turned my head slightly as he walked out of the room.
Round two?
This was going to be a long evening.