Interracial Desires: BWWM Multicultural Romance Box Set Page 3

  You have to tell her about the money! I reminded myself quietly as we sat down. I poured her a full glass then topped off mine. She picked it up as I retrieved mine. We clinked the glasses together then both took a decent sized drink. The fruity flavor burst wonderfully on my taste buds. Even better, my body began to warm as the alcohol hit my bloodstream.

  “I’m glad you came,” I said. “You’re looking nice tonight.”

  “This? It’s nothing.” She laughed in a sexy way then looked around the room. “This is a really nice apartment for someone who’s a substitute teacher.”

  I took a deep breath, hoping to hell she didn’t get mad that I’d kept some information from her.

  “I was going to say something earlier today, but the police showed up.”

  She stared directly into my eyes, which turned me on. I loved a strong and powerful women. Her black skin was radiant as I attempted to gather my thoughts. What’s the best way to tell someone you’re a billionaire without ruining the relationship? I didn’t have an answer, but I had to move forward.

  “I’m a billionaire,” I blurted out.

  After the longest second in my lifetime, she laughed. This was a more genuine laugh. I watched as she put one of her hands on my thigh. When the laughter died down, she looked at me.

  “I’m sorry. That was pretty damn funny.”

  “I’m serious, Shanika.”

  I reached out and took her hand in both of mine.

  “I wanted to tell you sooner, but I usually just stay in a city for a week or two.”

  “You’re a billionaire and you’re working as a substitute teacher?” she asked, pulling her hand away. “What the fuck is that all about?”

  “I just want to help. And to do that, I have to understand the problems facing the modern education system. While I could pay people to give me their opinions, it was much easier to just work as a substitute teacher and gather firsthand experience.”

  “Do you even have qualifications?”

  “I do. I have a master’s degree in education.”

  “And you’re a billionaire?”

  “I inherited a lot of money and made some wise investment choices. The lesson I gave the students was to show them they had a voice when working together.”

  “You really got them excited about education.”

  We both took another drink. And then another. The conversation turned from education to other topics – like our favorite music. She loved R&B while I liked house techno. Despite our differences in musical tastes, the chemistry between us was hot. By the time we got to our third glass of wine, I couldn’t restrain myself anymore. At an opportune moment, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

  This kiss was ten times better than the one outside the restaurant. Maybe it was the wine or the fact we had worked so well earlier in the day, but her soft, luscious lips made me think of the most succulent fruits. When she didn’t pull away, I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly. Our arms wrapped around each other as we kissed passionately.

  I grabbed one of her breasts with my hand. She didn’t stop me, so I massaged it briefly before slipping her dress down, exposing her breasts restrained by a white bra. My kisses moved to her neck as I undid the strap. When the bra fell away, I bent my head and sucked at one of her dark nipples. She ran her hand through my hair as I moved to the other one, giving it just as much attention.

  Her brown breasts were great, but I wanted more. My cock stirred between my legs as I slipped to the floor in front of me. On my knees, I looked up at her face. She breathed fast and heavy, those nice sized chocolate globes bouncing up and down. Her hands returned to my head as I kissed one bare knee then the other. Slowly but surely, I kissed my way up her inner thighs.

  At the same time, I lifted her dress, which was already above her knees before I started. Once I reached her panties, I planted a kiss on them before pulling them down. She spread her legs a little wider as I kissed my way up her legs once again. This time, I ran the tip of my tongue over her outer lips ever so gently. I teased her for a moment until she reached down and pulled my head down.

  I kissed, sucked, and licked every single inch of her. When she was wet and ready, I slipped my index finger into her tight pussy. She moaned loudly. I firmly fucked her with my finger as my mouth returned to her clitoris. As I paid attention to her sounds and movements, I was able to quickly determine what she liked the most and bring her to the brink of orgasm.

  When she came, she cried out. Her body shook and her pussy clenched around my finger. She pushed my head away. I looked at her naked breasts rising and falling quickly as she caught her breath. The look on her face changed as I watched her. With a look of horror on her face, she pulled her dress down and put her breasts away. I stood up, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m sorry. I have to go.”

  She grabbed her panties and rushed to the front door. I watched, not trying to stop her. After she was gone, I sat down on the couch and opened the second bottle of wine. All I could think about was her moist, wet hole. It was so tight, with my cock sliding in and out… I sighed, not wanting to get myself worked up enough to need a cold shower.

  I went to sleep that night with her on my mind.

  NINE

  Shanika

  “I don’t know, mama. It’s like he lied to me.”

  “White guys are like that,” she said, too old to change her view of the world.

  “Not all white guys are evil, mama.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  I sighed. “Do you think he’s going to call me again?”

  “I hope he doesn’t,” she exclaimed. “You need to meet a nice black man.”

  “I’m not looking for a guy.”

  “But you said…”

  “I met a billionaire. Yeah. That happened. And I ran away last night.”

  “Well, if he has any sense, he’ll see how wonderful you are as a woman.”

  “Thanks. I have to go.”

  “You better be over here Sunday for dinner,” she said.

  “I will, mama. Bye.”

  After I disconnected the call, I set the phone on the kitchen table. Still dressed in my pajamas, I had no desire to go into work. It was unlike me, but I decided to call in sick. A day at home all alone would help me think things through. The way his tongue felt pressed against my tender flesh was etched in my mind. I still wasn’t sure why I had freaked out and ran away.

  If he liked me, he would have chased after me, I reasoned to myself. Once I took care of calling off work, I grabbed my Kindle and headed into the living room to finish the book I was reading. It was about a billionaire and his baby, a fantasy that had turned me on for many years before meeting Charley and finding out he was rich. Maybe he’s lying and he’s not rich.

  I pushed all the other thoughts out of my mind as I read the words on the screen. They transported me to another world, one where true love existed and the men were hot, smart and knew how to take charge of a situation. Just when I reached a really steamy spot and was thinking about going into my bedroom to have a little alone time, I heard a knock at my front door.

  Not expecting anyone, I walked over and looked through the peep hole. Charley stood outside my apartment with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. My heart beat fast in my chest as I tried to think of a way to get rid of him. He knocked again, startling me. Eventually, I unlocked the door and opened it. He held out the flowers toward me.

  “Thanks,” I said, accepting them. “Come in. I’m still not dressed yet.”

  He walked in. I closed the door behind him.

  “I just wanted to check on you after last night,” he said. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, about that…” I said then stopped as I realized I wasn’t sure of what to say.

  “It’s okay. I understand it’s a lot of information to process.”

  “So, it’s true?
” I asked, still not believing he was a billionaire.

  “Very much true. I can show you my bank account if you want.”

  “No, no,” I waved the idea away with my hand. “I believe you, I guess.”

  “You guess, huh?” He laughed. “You were in my dreams last night.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Why did I dream about you? I’m not sure.”

  “No, silly. Why are you attracted to me?”

  He took a deep breath. “A lot of reasons. You’re smart, sexy, and you care about education at least as much as I do.”

  “More,” I said with a smile.

  “In any case. After you rushed out last night, I thought I might have done something to offend you.”

  “No, not at all. In fact, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about the way you made me feel.”

  “Yeah?” he asked, stepping closer.

  “Yeah,” I said softly.

  When he was directly in front of me, he slipped an arm around my back. My knees were weak as he pulled me to him. I parted my lips as we kissed, allowing his tongue into my mouth again. He was an expert at kissing, knowing just what to do, but I pulled back, still hesitant about trusting him completely.

  “Can you be more specific?” I asked.

  “Hmm?”

  “Why you’re attracted to me. Your answers were basic.”

  He stared deep into my eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life when it comes to mind, body and soul. I love the way you taste, and…”

  “Shhh,” I said, putting a finger on his lips.

  I placed a hand on his chest, which was hard. As we made eye contact, I unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Once it was open, I glanced down at his body. His chiseled abs were something out of a fitness magazine. As he watched, I reached out and undid his pants. I pulled them down as I got to my knees in front of him. After my orgasm the night before, I wanted to return the favor.

  His cock burst free when I pulled down his boxers. I examined it closely, impressed by its length and width. As I stroked it with one hand, I stared up at his face. With my other hand, I played with his neatly trimmed balls. It got even harder when I slipped the tip past my lips and into my mouth. My lips slid down the smooth, white shaft as I swallowed as much of him as I could – which wasn’t much.

  The rest of the world faded away. All I could concentrate on was the perfect cock in front of me. I continued to stroke him with my slender fingers as I sucked him in and out of my mouth. His dick had a nice clean taste. I thought about what it would feel like inside my pussy, which turned me on and caused me to start sucking harder and faster.

  Before he popped, he took a step back. “Hold on,” he said.

  “I just wanted to return the favor,” I said, staring up at him.

  “I want to be inside you.”

  He reached down and helped me to my feet. After a brief kiss, he took my hand in his and led me into my bedroom. My apartment was small, so he didn’t have a hard time finding it. We kissed as much as we could manage as he stripped off my pajamas. When I stood naked in front of him, he moved me backward toward the bed. I sat down on the edge then scooted back, spreading my legs.

  After positioning himself between them, he grabbed his cock at the base and positioned it at the entrance of my tight pussy. I sighed in anticipation as he rubbed the thick, mushroom head up and down my wet lips, teasing me. I wrapped my hands around his back, loving the way his naked skin felt against mine as he prepared to penetrate me.

  “Fuck me,” I said as nasty as I could manage.

  Not needing to be told twice, he plunged his perfect penis inside my pussy. I moaned loudly as he pushed in inch after delicious inch. When he was all the way in, he stopped, looking down into my eyes. I thought I was going to come right away as he pulled out. We quickly found the perfect rhythm, our bodies moving as one. His cock penetrated me completely.

  My mind emptied of all other thoughts as we fucked on my bed. Neither of us broke eye contact, which made the moment even more intense. I wanted to hold my orgasm off as long as possible, but I soon realized it would be difficult as wave after wave of pleasure hit my body before I slipped over the edge and came. I cried out in ecstasy as he continued to fuck me hard and fast.

  A few strokes later, his cock throbbed deep inside me as he grunted and came. I looked at his face contorted in pleasure. It was the best I’d ever felt after having sex. He pulled out of me and rolled over on his back beside me. Both of us were breathing quickly, still excited. We enjoyed the afterglow in silence, our naked flesh still touching.

  The rest of the afternoon was even more interesting as we explored our bodies and what really turned each of us on. He was the perfect amount of kinky – just exciting enough to not be boring without going full blast all the way to sex freak on my scale. It was truly one of the best days of my life. We fell asleep next to each other in my bed. I was still unable to believe it was happening.

  TEN

  Charley

  After breakfast the next morning, I reached across the table and put my hand over hers.

  “I want to talk to you about the n-word.”

  “What? I thought we were done with all that nonsense.”

  “No, it’s not the n-word you might think.”

  She cocked her head to the side and looked at me in confusion.

  “I need you,” I said. “That’s what the n-word means to me.”

  Her eyes opened wide as a smile spread across her face. We stood up, hugged and kissed. Over the next few nights, we made love all night long. It was even better. A good fuck is fine once in a while, but there’s nothing like getting freaky under the sheets with someone you love. And I didn’t care what the world or any of my advisors thought. I loved her with all my heart and soul.

  We were married four months later. She was everything I wanted in a woman and so much more. Some people still stared because of her skin color, but most of the time people couldn’t stop talking about how we made such a cute couple. On the third night of our honeymoon, she told me she was pregnant with our first child. Joy rushed through my body.

  After the birth of John Franklin Storm - and her recovery - we started an education initiative. With my billions and her real world experience, we had a chance to actually make a change. Instead of doing what had been tried in the past, we tried to think about the future. Two hundred million dollars later, we had a learning game that was as fun to play as it was educational.

  The first television commercial featured a child begging his mother for one more hour of math so he could level up. We made the platform open source so people from around the world could contribute to lessons or coding to make it more addictive. It was a huge project, but once it launched and started to take off, I felt as if I’d finally made a positive change in the world.

  Even more importantly, I had found a woman I could love with all my heart, mind and soul. The best part was that she loved me right back. We argued every now and then, but we understood the importance of communication and were able to get along well. Her love was all that mattered to me. When I looked into her eyes, I saw my best friend each and every single day. Life could get no better.

  Chiraq Lullaby

  One

  Leah

  Living in the Englewood neighborhood of Chicago was tough enough on it's own, but I was also responsible for a four-year-old baby boy. Trey, his father, was around but not helpful at all. I couldn't call him for anything. He wasn't a man to count on. Most nights, the gunshots in the distance acted as a sort of lullaby for the baby, putting him to sleep.

  One night, the shots got a little too close for comfort. A young black teen was shot by another black teen, one of the many local thugs that basically ran the neighborhood. Even worse, it was two houses down from me. The police presence in Englewood was almost constant, but they didn't have a relationship with the people in the community who called the place home.

  And that hampered with al
l their investigations. Well, most of the time. As I looked across the street at the empty parking lot and all the cop cars with their blue and whites flashing, I knew I had to make a change in the direction I was going. Terry, my son, was in danger. I didn't care too much about my own life anymore, but I was determined to do whatever it took to make sure he at least had a chance at a better life.

  “Did you see what happened?” a white cop asked from the sidewalk as I stood on my porch on South Green street.

  “No, I ain't seen nothing. Can I go? I got a kid.”

  He shook his head back and forth and frowned, as if he was disgusted with me.

  “Go back inside and shut your door.”

  It was more of an order than a suggestion. Before Terry was born, I would've had a little talk with the cop about my rights, but I knew it was pointless. Four short years can really change a person. All I wanted to do was get through another day and try to make a better life for him. Education was key to my escape, but with struggling to just keep my child clothed and fed, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to create a better life for us.

  Inside the apartment, I tried to sit down with Terry to read to him, but he was attracted to the flashing lights outside. I gave up trying to get his attention and let him watch through the window at the action in front of our home. Then, in the distance, I heard that Chiraq Lullaby once again. I walked over and picked my boy up. The cops didn't rush away to investigate the new shots.

  Luckily, I was able to get Terry interested in helping me with dinner. I didn't have a lot to work with, but I tried my best to make sure he ate right. Taking care of my boy took up most of my time and energy, but the love I felt for him made everything I did worth it. No matter what it took, I was going to make sure he had a better life. That's why I wasn't with his father, Trey, any longer.