Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)(170)

"Sure." She wasn't sure that she wanted to talk about anything, no  matter where it was. She wasn't sure that she wanted an F.B.I. agent  involved in her life, and she sure as hell wasn't sure she wanted to  cozy up to a guy who lived two thousand miles away, in a completely  different life.

He said they were both cops, and they were. But that was where the  similarities ended. She worked the local scene. There were usual  suspects. She had a long string of partners that went by in a blur,  where he didn't seem to have one. Not one of her partners had put in the  work to keep up with her. She might as well have been alone. But that  wasn't a choice, so they just kept moving her over as people kept  drumming out.

She took a breath and another bite of steak. Another mouthful of water.  By the time she slipped into the passenger seat of the government car  that Roy was driving around, she almost felt human again.

"You want to tell me what's got you so upset?"

She looked at Roy for a minute, considering whether or not she wanted to  have this conversation. Ever. She didn't, but she wasn't in her right  mind. Maybe she would feel better after. Anything that would get rid of  the quiet inside her head.

"I don't know what I'm doing any more."

"What's that supposed to mean? Babe?"

"I just don't know. What if I'm just doing what they want me to? And  what if I don't hear it coming next time? What if they sneak right into  wherever I'm at, a pillow over my face, and bang-dead?         

     



 

"What if I do hear it again? Every time they send another goon in to get  me, I wake up in time, I get ready, and there's another body on my  floor? What if it stops hurting when I have to shoot someone?"

They sat in silence for a long time. Roy's hands twisted on the steering  wheel, the leather making a soft straining noise as he squeezed it.

"Then you'll keep doing what you have to do."

"I don't know if that's good enough."

"I do. I've seen how tough you are. You've made your best effort to make  sure that I know every bit of it, and I'm not an idiot. But you're  kind, too. Soft inside. What you're telling me now is, you took it  personal. It's not your failure, is what I'm telling you, okay? It's  nothing you did wrong."

Jamelia didn't believe him, and the realization made her eyes sting.  Before she knew what was happening, Roy had drawn her up in his arms and  she was crying again. She'd promised herself she wasn't going to, not  after Dad left.

So much for that.





Twenty-Five



Jamelia knew she shouldn't be doing this, but when she closed the hotel  room door with Roy still inside she already knew she was too far gone.  She wanted it, but she wanted it to mean more than it was going to. She  wanted it to mean he'd stay. He'd stay, or take her with him, or  something. Anything. But she wasn't going to ask him to, and she didn't  expect him to follow through if he offered it.

She wanted her fun, and she would have her fun, and it would mean  something in the morning if it meant anything at all. Right now it meant  not having to feel wrong, and that was enough.

He was tentative in taking her lips. She couldn't have that, no sir. She  pushed him back onto the bed and was on him an instant later, her teeth  biting and her hands working the buttons on the shirt he was still  wearing from work earlier that day. Jamelia wanted more. Always more.  More than she could possibly dream of.

After a moment he decided that whether she was doing the right thing or  not, she certainly wasn't going to stop, and he let himself kiss her  back. That was good enough for her. She reached between them, searching  for the hardness between his legs and finding it.

They'd had one long, exceptionally pleasurable day together before, but  this wasn't going to be anything like that. It had been a day of  enjoying their desire for each other. But now Jamelia needed him, needed  the attention, needed him inside her. She growled and started stripping  her clothes off, not moving from her place straddling his hips.

He shifted his weight and before she could regain her balance she was on  her back, her hands pinned behind her where she'd been trying to work a  zipper. His hands took a rough hold of her breasts, and Jamelia pressed  them into his hands, wanting more. More roughness, more touching, more  pleasure that she couldn't begin to describe or understand except that  she needed it.

She could feel him pressing into her, in spite of himself. That he  wasn't moving himself at all told her that it wasn't intentional. His  body knew what he wanted more than even he did himself, and it was going  to take it regardless of what either of them wanted. What she wanted,  though, was him. That cock between his legs.

Jamelia tried to untangle her arms from her sweater, finally getting  them free and throwing it across the room, where it landed draped over  the television. She pushed herself off the bed enough to get her shirt  off and tossed it as well, making it as far as the front door, before  sliding off and to the ground.

Roy shoved her bra up, revealing breasts with nipples already hard from  the arousal that was surging through her. He pinched one roughly.

"Bite," she breathed out, unable to give her whole voice to the words.  Roy didn't question her, instead just dipping his head to take them  between his teeth. He started soft and she pressed her breasts into him  harder. Roy got the message and bit down harder, shooting an addicting  mix of pain and pleasure through her that pooled in her abdomen.

"Oh fuck." Her body was moving on its own, now, trying to press up into  Roy's hardness, to get some sort of movement going there, to tease out  an orgasm she could already feel approaching. He let her nipple go,  still showing his teeth like an animal's snarl.

"Please fuck me."

"You just had to say so." He pulled away only long enough to free his  cock before rubbing the tip up and down her folds. The anticipation  drove her to the edge, and as he pushed in, another mix of pain and  pleasure as he stretched her pussy further than it wanted to be  stretched sent her over the edge.

She could hear the words coming out of her mouth before she thought them now.

"Choke me," she could hear herself begging. Once she heard the words she  realized how good an idea it was, as she felt his hands wrap around her  throat, squeezing until she could only pull in a tiny bit of breath.  The absence of oxygen sent her into overdrive, only able to feel the  pleasure of his cock scraping her insides clean, every muscle in her  body tense with orgasm.

Her hands weakly tapped his wrists that she needed a second to breathe.  He let her up, let her try to catch her breath. It wasn't going to help,  not the way she needed it to. The oxygen rushing into her brain,  though-that was what she needed. She could already feel a second orgasm  approaching as he thrust into her, the rush in her head combining with  the pleasure to send her hurtling off into oblivion once more.

It came as a total surprise when his hand came down hard across her  face, but the pain jolted her hard, sending an electric shock through  her that she felt all the way down to her pussy. Jamelia's eyes shot  open wide, giving her everything she knew she wanted. Everything she  knew that she needed.

She opened her eyes, but she wasn't seeing, not really. She could sense  him there, above her, preparing for another firm slap. She tensed as it  came down, and then tried to relax again in right in time for the slap  to come down. The shock, as he plunged into her, sent her off on another  orgasm that rocked through her body as Roy fucked her.

"Oh, fuck," she could hear him saying. He was close, and she knew it.  Wanted him to cum deep inside her, to spill his seed. To mark her as  his. Jamelia bucked against him, trying to prolong her own high as much  as possible while driving him over the edge into his own oblivion.

He took a hold of her hips and pulled her against him as he thrust,  hitting deep inside her with every thrust until he held her deep on his  cock and wouldn't let go.

It took a minute before he withdrew, both of them starting to come down from the pleasure that had overtaken them.

"Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The question seemed confusing. Hurt her? When? Then she remembered and shook her head. "No, I'm okay."

She could see in his expression that he'd liked it more than he was  ready to admit to her. They both laid down on the bed, neither speaking  for a moment.

"Are you going to be alright, babe? I can stay tonight, if you need me to."

Jamelia considered the idea for a minute. A repeat performance might be  nice, and if they worked at it she knew they could top it.

"I'll be fine. But-"

"But you'd like it if I stayed?"

She nodded absently. She could feel his eyes on her naked body, watching  the way that her breasts pooled as she laid. Maybe her tits were  alright, after all. Roy seemed to like them just fine, after all.

"Then I'll stay."

He stripped off his shirt and pants, but not before pulling his phone  out and setting it on the bedside table, almost mirroring her own on the  other side.