Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 (9 page)

Rain leaned in closer to me before I let him take me into a passionate kiss with his soft tongue.

“You taste so good,” he whispered against my lips.

Both of his hands were in my curly hair before he gently moved my head to the side so he could kiss my neck.

I closed my eyes, feeling him sucking me hungrily. As if he had performed magic, the door I was resting against swiftly opened up on its own. His hands were on the small of my back to catch me before I could fall. I gasped, turning around to see that we were entering a bedroom.

Once we were inside the candlelit room, the door closed on its own.

“Pretty cool doors,” I murmured.

I took a look around the room. Five narrow windows surrounded us. Behind each window, there was a peep show going on. A woman behind each window danced erotically, dressed in barely anything except masks to cover her eyes. Porn was playing on a high-definition flat screen behind the round bed in the center of the room. Goose bumps covered both of my arms.

“Tell me something about you,” I said, trying to break the ice.

He whirled me back around to him so he could put his lips to my ear. He whispered sweetly, “I am the unspoken passion women secretly desire. You wonder about the mystery behind my eyes, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“I am sex, upright and poised. I am the lover you dream of.”

I shuddered underneath his touch, enthralled by every word that came from his thick lips. Every inch of my skin crawled as I moved my hands all over his body. Smooth, unblemished, dark skin looked as if it had been kissed by the ideal amount of sun. His chiseled chest, ripped abs, and defined, lean arms had my mouth watering lustfully.

“Rain . . .”

“Yes?”

Lifting me off my feet, he carried me to the plush bed covered in a golden silk comforter and laid me down gently.

“I want you to have me,” I stated with assertiveness, feeling my panties beginning to soak.

He placed his index finger over my lips. “Shhhh . . . Not another word.”

For some reason, I couldn’t utter another word. It was like he had taken my voice from me. I couldn’t make sense of the way I was feeling as my breathing intensified. My clit throbbed harder, causing me to rock back and forth.

Removing my halter top, jeans, lace panties, and bra, he took off his black jeans, and slowly removed his boxers to reveal his ample package. As his hands caressed me, I quivered.

Rain’s lips found my nipples and they tingled once his tongue roamed.

“A storm is on its way,” he uttered before flicking his tongue back and forth.

His fingers played around my clit, slipping through my crevasses, and finding my soft wet spot, fingering me slowly. As I closed my eyes, I felt a sensation I’d never felt before. How could he make me feel this way with just his fingers?

Moving my hands to his dick, I was more than ready to feel him inside me. I stroked him and he moaned. I guided him to my sweet center, and he inched his way inside my juicy walls. I gasped as he filled me to capacity, skillfully moving in and out of me.

As my juices trickled between my legs, he kissed my lips and kept at his steady pace. He moaned louder against my lips, feeling powerful and intense with each pounding stroke, his rhythm far from timid. Knowing exactly how he wanted to please me, he had no problem handling me. He lifted one of my legs and
rested it on his shoulder as he clutched my ass with both of his hands. Deeper he went.

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, never wanting to take my eyes off his handsome face, but I couldn’t help it. Only for a few more seconds, just in case I would never see him again, I opened my eyes. Rain was riding me, biting on his lower lip with a look of delight all over his face.

His brown eyes unexpectedly changed from that sweet honey brown to a blazing rouge. I was mesmerized by the fire in them. Suddenly, my body stiffened completely and my arms dropped limply to my sides.

My heart raced and fear struck me. Why couldn’t I move my hands or feet? I tried to move, but I couldn’t. He caressed the side of my face with his fingertips, turning my head slightly to the right and placing his lips on my neck.

The blood pumped through my veins against his lips. I could feel his warm breathing become thicker. He quickly removed his lips from my skin as if he was hesitant, but then kissed my neck softly again, this time opening his mouth to bite me.

What was supposed to be a sensual nibble evolved into something else as he actually pierced my skin. The first taste of my warm blood caused him to moan instantly. He sucked while my blood drained down his parched throat.

I closed my eyes to fight the pain, taking deep breaths. The bite made tears come to my eyes, yet there was a shocking intimacy to it. Even though I could feel the pulls he was taking on my vein, Rain’s warm body against my own didn’t feel so weird.

When he stopped, Rain gazed at me while my blood oozed from the sides of his mouth. He licked the blood completely off as if I tasted like a succulent mango. I could clearly see fangs that hadn’t been there before.

My eyes widened, but underneath his spell, I lost the fight within myself to try to break free. It was too late. The worst had already been done.

“Relax,” he said easily and calmly as he read my lost and dazed expression.

He thrust his hips into me. An orgasm was coming as he rocked inside me, deeper, faster, and then harder. All I could do was feel my body go through this tremendous quake until I couldn’t contain the explosion.

The temporary immobility wore off as if he snapped his fingers. I moved my hands to my neck to feel the spot where he’d bitten me. It was completely smooth, as if the bite had never taken place.

“Where’s Colette?” I shrieked. My voice had finally returned.

The fire that was just there in his eyes was gone. “She’s one of us . . . She brought you to me.”

I gasped. “So, what does this mean?”

“It means you are mine for eternity.”

He kissed me with such a fiery passion, lowering his kisses from my chin down to the center of my belly button. Rain spread my legs wider as he buried himself between my thighs to distract me from the transformation. My body shook. Though the pain was excruciating, I felt ecstasy. I bit down on my lower lip to contain my scream. When I tasted my own blood, I knew it was almost done. I licked my teeth and felt small, sharp fangs emerging.

Camille Blue

He walks naked into my bedroom, my dream lover who haunts me every night. The moonlight hits his body, illuminating the tattoo of Chinese characters on his right shoulder. I lay waiting for him to come to me. As he moves over me, I embrace his hard body with my arms and legs. We kiss like longtime lovers. We touch with impatient passion, as we make love once, twice, then again. After hours pass, he kisses my shoulder, before moving toward the edge of the bed. I reach for him, but he vanishes.

•  •  •

I jolt awake. My breathing sounded harsh. My sweat-drenched nightgown clung to me, making me shiver in the coolness of my bedroom. I headed to the kitchen for something to drink. The quietness of the house still unnerved me. Until a month ago, my twin sisters had kept the house buzzing with their activities. Now they were at Howard University living their lives. I felt so proud of my sisters, but I missed them so much.

After I poured myself a glass of ice water, I pressed the cold glass against my hot chest. My mind imagined meeting a real man who could stimulate me as much as my dream lover did.

•  •  •

“I want to lose my virginity. I need your help,” I said to my best friend at dinner the next night.

Uli did not look surprised by my request. Little surprised
a woman who owned a sex empire that included a male escort service and an adult film production company.

“You’ve held on to your golden nugget this long, why not wait for Mr. Right?” Uli asked.

Uli’s conservative attitude mystified me. She had been in a relationship with two men and a woman for three years. A
ménage à trois et moi
was what she liked to call her unique relationships.

“I’m too busy with my practice to find Mr. Right,” I said. “I just want to . . .”

Uli lifted one perfectly arched eyebrow. “Fuck?”

“I wouldn’t have put it quite like that, but yes,” I said.

“So tell me, Dr. Kincaid, what kind of man are you interested in?” Uli asked.

“I want someone smart enough for good conversation,” I said. “Nice looking. Confident, but not too cocky. He should be a really good lover; that is the point of all this, after all.”

Uli nodded in understanding, and then sipped her lychee martini. “You want a cerebral Boy Next Door who fucks like Casanova,” Uli said. “Anything else?”

I glanced around to see if anyone had heard Uli. No one seemed to be paying us any attention.

“No,” I said. “I think you’ve got the idea.”

“I know
the
place for your sex odyssey,” Uli said. “New Orleans. That city will blast you out of your comfort zone, and bring out your sensual side.”

“New Orleans,” I said.

I nodded and smiled. I liked that idea a lot. I could not think of a sexier place. Uli and I spent the next several minutes settling all the details of my sexy weekend. We parted with a hug and a promise to have a long talk when I returned from New Orleans.

•  •  •

Later that night, I dried myself off after my bath. I took the time to really look at my body. My breasts were full, as were my hips, but my waist was small. I was a fit size twelve. I had few hangups about my body. When you care for sick people who would give anything for a healthy body, it makes carrying a few extra pounds insignificant.

I slipped into a lavender satin nightshirt and spritzed myself with my favorite perfume, Bulgari. I felt in a New Orleans frame of mind. So, I put on some Wynton Marsalis, made myself a Hurricane, and danced for the first time in years.

•  •  •

Two weeks later, the sultry scent of New Orleans infiltrated my body like a spirit massage. I checked into my hotel in the French Quarter, then went to my suite to get ready for my evening. After a cool shower, I dressed in an off-the-shoulder black dress and five-inch black stilettos. I carefully applied my new makeup. I smiled at my handiwork. I looked pretty damned good.

I felt eager about the evening ahead as I prepared to meet my three prospective lovers. My chauffeur drove me to a historic restaurant that Uli had suggested in the gorgeous Garden District. I selected a table near the entrance and waited for the show to begin.

A man who resembled Idris Elba entered, and looked to be searching for someone. I hoped he was searching for me. My heart skipped in excitement when he walked to my table. He frowned when he looked at me.

“You were waiting for me, weren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m Destiny Kincaid,” I said. I extended my hand to him. “Hello . . .”

“Adrian Martin,” he said. “You’re definitely not what I was expecting.”

I decided to let that suspect comment go. “You’re exactly what I was expecting. You’re gorgeous.”

Adrian looked bored by my compliment. He sat down at the table and ordered Grey Goose on the rocks. I tried to draw Adrian into conversation, but he answered me with curt, one-word answers. His obvious disinterest in me sapped the sexy right out of our encounter.

A green-eyed blonde in a tight red dress walked past our table. Adrian gave her a sexy smile that I wished he would have directed at me. The woman returned Adrian’s look with a welcoming smile and a wink. I felt like I was intruding on their evening. Five minutes later, Adrian announced that he had to leave because of an emergency. He walked out without saying good-bye.

I looked out the window just in time to see Adrian and the lady in red getting into a taxi together. I felt humiliated by Adrian’s behavior, but not enough to relinquish my evening. I ordered a Sazerac and hoped my luck would change with my next date.

Fifteen minutes later, I caught the eye of a guy in a navy suit with dark, framed glasses. He was handsome in a Clark Kent kind of way. I was looking for Superman, so maybe this would work out. I stood up as he made his way toward my table. We exchanged brief introductions. Guy Number Two, Niko Larsen’s, gaze felt vulgar on me. He patted my ass. Then he kissed me like I was a hooker that he had rented for only fifteen minutes. My inner voice told me to leave then, but I was stupid and ignored it.

Niko sat down across from me. He grinned at me.

“I hope you’ve got muscle relaxants and Red Bull, girl,” Niko said. “Tonight is going to be a long-ass night!”

Niko slithered one hand between my legs and cupped my
vagina. Before I realized it, I’d punched him between
his
legs. He yelped like a Pomeranian and cupped his crotch with both hands.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he roared. Shocked silence fell across the restaurant as several people stared at our table. Niko shot me a dirty look before he limped out of the restaurant.

I drained my drink, then glanced at my watch. I had twenty minutes before Guy Number Three would arrive.

I’m getting the hell out of here!

I was in the foyer of the restaurant when I felt a light touch at my waist.

“Destiny Kincaid?” a deep voice asked.

“Yes,” I said. I felt a sexual jolt when I looked at him. With his confident smile and dimples, this man was everything implied by
tall, dark, and handsome
. He looked like a walking Armani billboard.

“I’m Nadir O’Neal,” he said. “I’m here to meet you.”

I scrubbed my forehead and sighed. “Look, this was a really bad idea. I’ve already run off two guys tonight.”

“You don’t scare me, beautiful,” he said.

“All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said.

Nadir laughed, low and genuine. I smiled in appreciation of him.

“Let’s have dinner,” he said.

I led the way back to the table. Nadir’s hand on my waist felt nice. He pulled the chair out for me. After I sat down, Nadir leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.