ONE | BLAINE #3
I stared into his handsome face taking in his pretty light brown eyes, thick bushy eyebrows, smooth peanut butter color complexion, and long curly eye lashes.
His sandy brown hair was pulled up into a bun making him appear taller than he probably was, but even in the four-inch heels I wore he towered over me easily.
His face was folded into an angry scowl that probably had the purpose of scaring me, sadly it turned me on.
I tucked my bottom lip as fantasies of his sexy, pink lips tasting and teasing my clit played in my head.
Suddenly, he pulled his liquor stained shirt over his head sending it flying to the floor.
My eyes immediately went to the gold Jesus piece that hung around his neck before they traced over the many tattoos that covered his chest and stomach.
I swallowed hard as I reached out to trace the praying hands over his chest, but he gripped my wrist just as my fingertips touched his skin.
We were stuck staring at each other before he abruptly broke eye contact and pulled me along the walkway and into a small dimly lit janitors’ closet.
He pushed me against the wall aggressively with one hand before he pressed his body against mine.
He was so close each breath I exhaled, he inhaled after me.
His eyes were low, probably from the weed that was soaked in his skin so deep I had a contact high from being so close.
Not wasting anymore time our lips crashed together, both of us fighting for control over the other.
His technique mixed with the hypnotic blend of weed, liquor, and some kind of mint he’d had recently had me drunk with passion.
His hands explored my body while I locked my arms around his neck.
He gripped my hips and pulled away from our kiss while he stared into my eyes.
His hands stopped on either side of my exposed thighs, pausing as if to ask if he could continue.
His lips attacked my neck and shoulders while his hands crept up the sides of my thighs.
Not being able to contain the sexual feelings that threatened to release a dam in my panties, I used his hands to hook the sides of my thongs giving him the greenlight to take them off.
He got down, squatting as he pulled my black thongs down my shapely legs until he helped me step out of them.
He stepped back, reached in his pocket and pulled out a Magnum.
I watched as he wedged the wrapper between his teeth and tore it open.
I wasted no time going to him and unbuckling his jeans releasing the massive tool inside his boxer briefs.
I gripped his tree trunk with one hand admiring the bulging veins that had my eyes bulging out of my head.
He fought with the flimsy material of the condom for a few seconds before it finally covered him properly. I pushed him backwards motioning for him to sit on the bar stool so I could straddle him. He guided me as I sat in his lap pushing his thickness inside of me.
“Relax Blaine.” He spoke catching my attention.
How did he know my name?
My mind was screaming to stop, but my body obeyed him easily and within seconds he was stretching me out.
His fingers gripped my weave pulling my head back while he continued stroking me from the bottom making it impossible for me to hold on to a thought for longer than a few seconds.
He filled me up repeatedly while he pulled my ass cheeks apart.
“Shit.” I hissed as he increased his speed.
I was struggling to hold back the orgasm that threatened to explode within me until he bit down on my shoulder to mask a moan and the dam between my legs broke. My body shook and my pussy locked my big dick stranger in a death hold that had me damn near galloping in his lap as he came.
“Ga damn!” he grunted as his dick throbbed inside me.
I used his shoulders for leverage as I stood up. My eyes darted to the ripped condom on his dick.
“Damn.” He frowned as he rolled the condom off flinging it to the floor.
“Damn? Nigga, you ain’t feel that shit pop?” I asked getting upset.
“If yo lil pussy ass would have just relaxed then the motherfucka wouldn’t have popped!” he threw the blame on me.
“Nigga, it’s my fault you out here gorilla fucking bitches to death?” I huffed. I shook my head adjusting my dress before I hissed under my breath, “I just wanted to enjoy my birthday and now I probably got Herpes or Aids or some shit.”
“What you say hoe? You gave me Herpes?” he frowned pushing the baby leg back into his pants.
“Nigga, I wasn’t talking to you, and if anything, you gave me something! And how you know my damn name anyway?” I asked.
“Damn, you don’t remember me. It’s like that?” he asked with a hurt expression on his face.
“I’m sorry. What’s your name again and how do I know you?” I asked.
“Nah, it’s my fault you don’t know me.” He said shaking his head sadly.
“I’m sorry.” I offered trying to comfort him.
I attempted to reach out to him, but he snatched away from me angrily.
“It’s my fucking birthday, I should partying and having a good time, but instead I’m in a fucking closet arguing with some big dick nigga that probably need to be in a psych ward. God, I gotta make better choices.” I groaned.
He busted out laughing as I approached the door effectively grabbing my attention.
“What the fuck is so funny?” I asked propping my hands on my hips.
“First off, I’m clean. I get checked every ninety days like clock-work, I’m far from an angel, but I ain’t running up in nobody naked.
” He walked over to me, stood directly in front of me and kissed my forehead.
“I thought I’d never get a chance to see you again after you stood me up all those years ago, but seeing you today, on my birthday really means a lot to me.
I hope I made your birthday as memorable for you as you did for me.
” He said and then he walked past me and walked out of the closet leaving me standing there completely confused.
What the fuck was he talking about?