Coffee & Cream

DARCELLE He left trails of kisses that felt like rain after a drought, quenching my thirst for him. I clung to him like ivy, wrapping around him and refusing to let go as our bodies moved like two rivers converging, merging into one unstoppable force. His tongue slid in and out of me with intent to break me. I let out a moan as I swayed my hips back and forth in rhythm to his slithering. He sucked on my c******s and fingered me while I fondled my breasts hot breasts, the clamps piercing my n*****s sent excruciating pain through my body. I shuddered and let out a soft whimper. He smacked my ass, a resounding thwap deafed the room. My breath caught in my throat as I arched my back. His touch felt so good. When he f****d me, it felt so good. But… I didn’t love him and he didn’t love me. We belonged to different worlds. Me in my lonely corner, invisible, no one really gave a s**t about me. Him—rich, popular, played for the school’s football team and had a girlfriend he had been dating for a long time. From what I heard they’d been dating since high school but he and I don’t talk about our personal lives. I watched him put on his clothes as I lay naked on the bed. He looked up at me and smiled, “you look like you’re hungry for another round.” He said. I smiled and got up closing the space between he and I so my sore t**s were pressed against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, he deepened the kiss wrapping his arms around my waist. “You know, I am.” I replied him looking into his cold autumn eyes. “I have to leave. I have a long day ahead. Plus you should get to class.” I watched him leave my little apartment through my window. He got into his Lamborghini Terzo Millennio and zoomed off. ************* I was reading a book about life after death and wondering if the information in the book was facts or just beliefs. If there was anything that bothered me it was the death. I was obsessed with it, it was like I feared it and craved it at the same time. I wanted to know more about it and understand it and understand the life after this one before I embraced it. My life was grey, the only moments I came alive were when I was getting f****d good, like really good. From things I’ve read, the most intriguing thing i came across was that death wasn’t the opposite of life but a part of it. Reincarnation? There are cultures who believe in that. As an African American, who grew up in the system, not knowing my parents or any family members because I was unclaimed. I wasn’t sure what my culture was or if I had one. I didn’t know if this was my first life or if I was reborn. If I was reborn, then in my past life, did I live as horribly as this? Ill on luck and depressed or did I live better than this, maybe even as royalty and I’m just a f**k up ruining the thread? Perhaps, I wasn’t even a person at all, perhaps I was an animal, maybe a bird. I always get this sensation where I want to spread my wings and fly. I could stare into the sky all day and lose myself in it. It was probably why I picked being a pilot or at least an airline operator as a career. Plus, I would get to see the world and I’ll be paid to do so. It was my perfect future, it was the way I planned to escape the harsh confines of my reality. There was nothing stopping me from getting that, so I worked hard in school, I ignored the noise, ignored people. Who would want to relate with me anyway? I was never adopted and when I got put in homes, I was always sent back, because I’m not exactly the type of joy they were looking for and then I just got too old to be picked. I had to work extra hard than everyone else and I kind of resented them for it especially when I saw how they were blowing their opportunity. Perhaps that resentment developed into something more because I never fell in love, I never craved anyone’s touch. I didn’t have to know how to begin because it never crossed my mind. Besides, if I had, I’d probably have rubbed my ill-luck on them. I was scared and lonely but there wasn’t much I was missing that mattered to me anyway. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Nathan Scotfield, my best friend. He slumped in the seat next to me, “what crazy book are you reading today?” “After the Darkness.” I replied curtly not tearing my eyes off the page. “Hmm… I see another book about death.” “You know me… aspiring grim reaper.” He chuckled and pulled out a sativa vape from his sling bag. “Ugh… those two need to get a room. They’re so annoying.” I followed his gaze to see Emrys Arkyn tonguing down his girlfriend, Isabella Cole one of his hands in her skirt. “What the hell? He is totally fingering her in public.” Nathan continued making a gag face. “Maybe you should find a girlfriend, so you’re not so invested in their relationship.” I replied him, not ready to accommodate his shenanigans today. He scoffed and hit the back of my head. I chuckled and glanced at the couple one more time, “You’re right though, they need to get a room. They just might start f*****g here. Let’s go get some coffee.” ********** Meet me in the parking lot. I locked my phone after reading the message. “I have to go, I need to see one of my professors. Catch you for dinner later?” I lied to Nathan who was still eating. “Yeah, sure. Bring me back a book from the library. I’ll text you the name.” I shook my head, he was avoiding the librarian again. The lady was married and in her early forties, my dear friend, Nathan was having an affair with her. Any time they had a fight, he avoided going to the library so I had to check out books for him during that time. “Alright, you totally need to get someone else to f**k before you start flunking.” I chuckled, grabbing my coffee off the table. “That’s why I have you.” he joked. I blew him a kiss before making my way to the parking lot seeking the black lambo, it was tucked away in the most secure spot away from the other vehicles. I tapped on the window and the door opened. “Hey Darcelle.” He greeted. “Emrys…” I responded. He smirked and dove in for a kiss before pulling down my panties. Emrys sniffed my honeypot and moaned. “She’s ready to be eaten. She knows when I’m around.” He chuckled before grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his neck. I closed my eyes as he frenched the lips between my thighs. His tongue doing wonders to me as I threw my head back. Like he had coated his tongue in sativa oil and the highness was sipping in through my sanctum. He moaned against it, his hands holding me in place as he sent vibrations through my body. A soft trembling sigh escaped my lips revealing my longing. My legs shook alerting us both the waterworks were about to begin. Emrys opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, positioning himself to have a drink. I obliged, like I goddess I provided him water to quench his thirst. He drank it all up and licked the pot clean. “Would you like to c*m?” I asked him sitting up to wipe his chin with my tongue. My fingers curled in his hair. “No, I’m good. I got some action earlier. I just craved your juice, I needed a taste.” He said, his eyes darkened with lust. Something about the way he said it sent chills down my spine, the words were simple but they held so much power and edge. Like an addiction. I rolled my eyes and smiled, “I have to go now. I need to pick up a book in the library.” “Hmm… Kiss me before you go.” Our lips moved perfectly in sync, it was like drowning in velvet, soft and suffocating, his tongue grazed my bottom lip seeking entry. I licked it and sucked on it, He grunted and spanked me, “Damn, you always make me so damn horny.” I hummed in response, parting my lips to let him in. He tugged hard on my hair and I let out a whimper. Emrys licked my throat and fondled my tit. We were so carried away, i didn't realize I was now on his lap, grinding on him. “He wants to play with you.” Emrys whispered taking my earlobe between his lips. “I want to play too.” His hand came down with a slow, deliberate smack, the sound echoing in the car. Heat slammed my skin and my brath caught in my throat. The sting was soft, and teasing, a reminder of who was in control. “Beg like a good girl. Then I’ll permit him” “Please, daddy. I want to play. I want you deep inside me, please, I want it now.” He thrust into me with a force that stole my breath, the heat of his body rising from beneath. One hand tangled my wrists behind me, binding me in place, while the other tightened at my throat, a delicate balance between control and surrender. Emrys drove into me relentlessly, each thrust building toward his release. When the moment neared, I slipped away, eager to taste the climax he had held back for so long. ******** I walked through the aisles searching for books to read after getting Nathan’s. I figured I might as well find something to read since I was almost done with the one I was currently reading. The day was almost over, I couldn't wait to go home for a hot shower after my last lecture for the day. Then get dinner later with Nathan. I doubt Emrys would be coming over tonight since we had already f****d twice today. Emrys and I had been sneaking around for a year now. It started as a one-night stand in the club, I had gone to get wild so I could lose my virginity and I had seen Emrys staring at me like I was priceless. The air in the club shifted, and the noise seemed to fade out like everything in the room was suddenly paying attention. He was—looming, draped in black leather, his face hidden beneath a hood that cast deep shadows where his face should’ve been. His pants were covered in patches, some of them shaped like eyes, each one staring at me. He moved through the crowd as he owned it like he was something untouchable, dark, and unpredictable. There was no mistaking it—he was trouble. The kind you see coming from a mile away, but it's already too late to stop. His boots looked heavy as he approached me, every step he took sent shivers down my spine. He finally reached me, he didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, towering over me, his leather gloves flexing as he took me in. I could feel my heartbeat pick up but not from fear exactly, more of excitement. He knew how to twist the atmosphere just by being in it. Then he leaned in, his voice low and smooth, “You look like you needed company.” I raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze under his hood. It was like he was trying to hide his identity from everyone. I knew who he was, I couldn’t believe he was talking to me. My instinct had told me to be wary, to keep my distance, but something in the way he stood there dared me to do the opposite. His hiding from people made me want to unravel him. Before I could respond, his voice dropped even lower, and he added, “If you're looking for a wild night, come closer. I dare you.” My pulse raced at those words. I wasn’t the kind of girl who backed down from a dare, but this... this felt like a whole other level of risk. I could feel the magnetic pull between us, the tension wrapping around me like invisible chains, drawing me in. I took a slow breath, feeling the thrill of it all. I didn’t know what game he was playing, but I knew one thing—if I stepped closer, there would be no turning back. And that idea didn’t scare me. It excited me. I had read somewhere that s*x was a therapeutic way to get through the stress and hurdles of life. It could even help with depression. That night, I confirmed it to be true. He went easy on me when he realized it was my first time. And he and I never spoke again.