Copyright © 2012 Danity O’Shae
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TROPHY
I kept my eyes on her as she worked the room, accepting congratulations as she went. Half of our colleagues were already drunk even though we were only an hour into the office holiday party, most of them unaware that she’d just received a promotion. Partners, junior partners and all the rest mingled in a less competitive fashion than what was the norm at work. Dunson & Cox was the biggest law firm in the city, and this was the only day of the year that we were all allowed to let loose.
Our affair had been going strong for six months now, but I was ready to put a more definite term on our relationship, even if it meant me having to go to another firm. Despite the secret we shared, I knew she was thinking about me too, her chocolate brown eyes lifting ever so often to catch my appreciative gaze. Shortly cropped hair graced her head in a smooth bob giving her the executive look she strived for. There was nothing to be done about the curvaceous body she’d been born with, a curse in her eyes, but a blessing for me. Full perky breasts sat high on her chest, her waist looking even more narrow in the little black dress she wore tonight. I knew that beneath where the hem stopped, thick luscious thighs, and a nice round bubble ass hid underneath, long shapely legs only adding to her sexiness.
I didn’t believe her when she said that the women here treated her differently, most of them middle aged, or fast approaching. I saw now that she may have been right, snide looks and tight smiles following her as she worked her way from group to group, mingling. My breath held as one of the younger associates approached her with a fresh glass of champagne, his eyes caressing her body when she acknowledged his presence.
“I’d fuck her,” Matthew –a colleague- was saying, my attention instantly back on the conversation that had continued without me.
“Who?” I jumped at the pause as beers were lifted, my gaze following there’s back to where I’d just been looking.
“Keshia! Who else,” Thom laughed now, slapping me on the back before motioning his hands in the shape of a Coke bottle.
The hairs on the back of my neck bristled as I reigned in the anger that jumped immediately through me, my eyes on Keshia’s as she looked our way.
“Don’t talk about her like that. She just made partner,” I murmured, not bothering to look at any of them as they broke out in laughter.
“You got the hots for her too? Is that it Dean? Lord knows I wouldn’t blame you! I watch that ass every day and believe me when I say that it JIGGLES!”
“Hey!” I stopped Matt mid laugh, snatching his beer from his hand before he could bring it to his lips. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that!” I spat out, my eyes narrowing as he looked from me to the other five guys, waiting for them to come to his defense.
“What the fuck is the matter with you?” John tried to jump in first, stepping in between us.
“I just…” My words fell as my gaze met Keshia’s again, her eyes widening in alarm.
I’d promised her that we would never tell a soul, and I’d been about ready to make my claim on her just to shut all of them up.
“Look sorry…” I sighed, shoving the beer into Matt’s chest. “I just don’t like women being disrespected like that. “You wouldn’t say it to her face,” I added before walking off, pulling my phone from my pocket as I went.
There was only one place I wanted to be right now, and it wasn’t with a bunch of jerks like that. We had to come clean. The thought of watching one more man hit on her, ogle her, or flirt with her was driving me crazy. She was mine and I didn’t care what the company thought. If I was black, they probably wouldn’t have even cared.
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“What was that about tonight?” Keshia asked as soon as she stepped into my apartment, spotting me sprawled back in my leather lazy boy, fuming.
I’d texted her the moment I left, telling her to meet me at the car, but she hadn’t come. I’d waited a full hour before finally deciding to head home –pissed.
“You know what that was about!” I stopped her from continuing, the jealousy in my voice evident. “First that associate…what’s his name….?”
“Phillip?!”
“YES! PHILLIP! Fawning all over you like he was going to ask for a piece of pussy right there, and then the other partners, staring at your ass all night…”
“So that’s what this is about?” Keshia sighed as she shrugged out of the winter white peacoat I’d bought her as an early Christmas present, her eyes widening as I shook my head in disgust.
“You love the attention! Admit it!” I accused now, my hand gesturing wildly to the clingy dress she wore like a second skin. “First I have to keep us a secret, and now I have to watch other men looking at you…talking about you like a piece of meat!”
“And that’s my fault how?!” Keshia snapped now, eyes blazing as I stood from the chair, ready to head into the bedroom to avoid the argument I’d just started.
“Forget it,” I mumbled, snatching my half empty beer from the glass coffee table. “You’re never going to see my side.”
“See
your
side?!
Dean we’ve talked about this. You’ve been a partner there for
years! I just made partner, and I’m not even past the ninety day
promotion period. I’m in, but barely. You knew that it would be
like this before we started. You knew…”
“I knew what?! That
you being black and me being white was going to be so big of an issue
that no one would accept it? No I didn’t know that! Dunson has been
friends with my father for years and…”
“You told him?!” Keshia shrieked now, her hands thrown in the air at the words I hadn’t meant to let slip.
“He’s a family friend! I thought if anyone would understand it would be him! All I said was that I was thinking about asking you out…and would it be a problem?”
“And he said?” Keshia asked now, her eyes rolling in disbelief as my eyes lowered from hers, too embarrassed to repeat the exact words that Mark Dunson had said about interracial relationships.
“It’s not important,” I murmured now, catching her wrist before she could pull her coat back on.
“It’s important to me! Why don’t you get that! I don’t want everyone thinking that I slept my way to the top…not after how hard I’ve worked for this, and not because of your stupid ego!”
“Keshia…please…” I tried, but she pulled away from me, dark eyes flashing when I moved to block her path back to the door.
“I love you…you know that! I was just trying to makes things better for us…”
“Better for us, or better for you Dean? I’m really not trying to bring race into this, but as a white man you have no clue what this means for me –a black woman at that firm.”
“Maybe I don’t, but you’re not leaving…not like this,” I replied with a shake of my head, grabbing the hand that now held her clutch tightly against her chest.
“I don’t want to talk to you about this right now. I’ve got to figure out how to do some damage control.”
“No you don’t…as long as we keep our secret…”
“You blew the damn secret!” she snapped before I could finish, pushing against my chest to get past me.
“Dammit…just listen to me…”
My feet held against the carpet as she pushed harder, my hands cupping her face so fast that she didn’t have time to react. Her lips, though unmoving, were still thick and soft, my mouth claiming hers in a pressing kiss, forcing her to lean into me.
“You can’t just kiss this away Dean…” She whispered when I broke away, my eyes searching hers as my fingers trailed to the back of her neck.
I shook my head as she pushed against my chest half heartedly now, my teeth biting her lower lip playfully before suckling at the tiny opening her gasp created. She responded this time, her tongue searching for mine as I pulled the clutch from her fingers, pulling her to me.
“I love you,” I whispered against her mouth, licking her upper lip teasingly when she tried to bite me back.
“Love…it isn’t enough for this…we should…”
“Fuck the night away?” I inserted for her, grabbing her ass with both my hands and lifting her up over my hips.
Her legs curled around my waist as I carried her the necessary steps it took to reach the living room wall, her back now pressed there as I ground into her. My dick hardened as her fingers trailed through my hair and down my face wrapping behind my neck to keep me from breaking the suckling kiss she now gave me. I groaned as she teased me with her tongue, trailing wet sloppy kissing down my chin and to my neck. The harder I held her against the wall, the more she wiggled against me, her pantyhose ripping when I spread her ass cheeks further apart for leverage.
There were too many clothes between us, the business suit, hampering me from the feel of her skin against mine. I released her slowly, and she slid downward, unzipping my pants as she rested on the balls of her feet, her mouth now at my crouch.
It never ceased to amaze me, the light contrast of my skin against her dark lips. I watched in anticipation as she pulled my pants slowly down, my fully erect dick falling free to bob directly in front of her mouth. She smiled now, even white teeth showing beautifully against chocolate skin, before her mouth formed an O shape, sucking the head of my dick in.
I groaned with pleasure as hot wetness slurped over the dripping tip, a loud popping noise echoing in the apartment as she closed her lips tightly and pulled. My shirt was already unbuttoned, and I wasted no time shedding the coat and undershirt I wore underneath, the clothes falling to the floor, already forgotten.
“Just like that baby…” I groaned as her lips slipped further down, her tongue spiraling in the opposite direction –upward.
My hands slid into her hair, gripping the short strands tightly so that I guided her stroke even deeper. She gagged as I thrusted into the back of her throat once, my balls smacking her chin when she took it all for a moment.
“You know I like that right?” I teased now, cupping her head tighter so that she couldn’t back away this time.
She gagged again and I thrusted harder, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat and then slipping free again, smacking against her thick lips.
“Give it to me!” She moaned, her hands cupping my balls and pulling lightly so that I raised on my toes to keep her from tugging harder.
I smiled as she took me all the way in this time, slurping on my dick like it was a lollipop waiting to be sucked. Up and down her mouth went, her tongue licking its way from top to bottom before she started all over again. My balls were set to a full on throb when she squeezed them this time, lifting my cock to lick her tongue over the tight sack. Precum leaked from my head, dripping down over her fingers as she stroked me with her hand, her attention now on bringing to me an orgasm right there.
“Not yet!” I warned when her fingers slipped past my balls to the crack of my ass, my dick jumping in her other hand as a tiny squirt of cum shot forth.
“But I know what you want…” She pretended to whine as I pulled her up from the squat, my hand under the dress and back on her plump ass.
She wiggled for me as I pulled the ripped pantyhose free from her hips, my mouth working its way down her neck to the top of her exposed cleavage.
“Dean…” She sighed my name as my fingers pushed her panties aside, pinching her already swollen clit.
“I know what you want,” I teased this time, lowering so that I was the one squatting now.
Her leg lifted without me asking, the spike of her heel resting on my shoulder as my mouth licked the top of her mound.
“Yes baby I want it!” She murmured when I licked tentatively at first, my tongue catching the tip of her clit and then retreating.
Her hands wrapped around my head and I let her pull me in, my mouth taking in full lips as she thrusted her hips towards me. She moaned again and I groaned as her juices squirted hot and milky over my tongue, the taste of her enticing me to continue. I loved the fact that she had no hair down there, my tongue slipping easily into her dripping wet cunt when she lifted on her toes now grinding on my mouth.
“Dean! Yes baby! Do it like that!” She cried when I sucked her lips in too, my tongue now imbedded as deep in her hole as it would go.
She was dripping now, juices running down over my chin as I stroked her pussy with my mouth, licking her clit until it protruded past swollen lips. Her thighs quivered and I braced her, cupping her luscious ass as she came all over my tongue, thick white cream filling my mouth.
“What are you…?”
Her words were swallowed as I rose immediately, my tongue dancing with hers before she could protest. She tasted herself and groaned, nails raking over my bare chest and down to my throbbing hard on.
“Now…?” She pleaded, turning so that her ass was cocked up for me to take it I wanted.
“Fuck….! Do you know what you do to me?” I groaned as I pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist, pulling the lacy white thong down so that it held mid-thigh.