Bru's Girls Ch. 14

"In a not so nice word, a slut. Since Orly an' Heath came in last year, we've been getting laid regularly."

"Yeah," Nicki chimed in. "Most of the Brouchards are dat way. Amy an' Alyssa were de opposite of de rest of de family."

"Until Orly and Heath," Lorayne finished. Blue eyes, why did he have to have blue eyes. They finally reached the bar. Thi was showing him where everything was. "Hi, I'm Lorayne," she said when Thi drifted off.

Miller looked up. Hazel eyes, long brown hair, nice tits. He smiled. "Miller," he said, extending his hand.

"Just let me know if you need anythang."

"Definitely." He watched her walk away. Sweet little Southern accent and a rhythmic swing of the hips too.

Miller watched Lorayne bustle back and forth between the bar and her tables.

"I know what you're thinking about."

He tore his gaze away to look at his co-star with a raised brow. "Same thing you're thinking about?"

Dominic just smiled. "Know who her cousin is?" He pointed to a picture of Amy, Alyssa, Orlando and Heath. "Amy just had Orlando Bloom's kid."

"No shit. What does this have to do with what I'm thinking?"

"Anythang I can get you fellas?" Lorayne asked.

"Miller wants know if you're free after work."

"If it involves a shower and a bed, I'm game."

"Really?" They said at the same time. Realizing what she said, her face turned red. Spinning around she rushed down the hallway. Standing to follow, Miller stopped when he saw her at the entrance. She looked around and crooked her finger. He closed the distance. She led him to the stockroom. The click of the lock sounded loud in the silence between them.

"Asher'll kill me if he finds out," she said as she closed the distance.

"I'm not telling." He stepped forward until his chest bumped hers. They reached for each other at the same time. Their lips met in a kiss that instantly deepened. Clothing was pushed aside as hands groped and fondled. Her head hit the door when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He pushed her shorts and thong down her legs. She kicked them off then bit her lip to keep from crying out as two fingers slid over her clit to delve inside.

"Ooh," she whimpered. She widened her legs for better access.

"Are you vocal?" he asked. She just nodded; speech was not possible at the moment. He watched as her orgasm crept closer. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. She kept biting her lips though little gasps escaped. She moaned and ground against his hand when he began to squeeze and pull at her nipples.

"No," she moaned when he removed his hand.

"I want to be inside you when you come." He slapped at his pockets. "Shit. No condom."

"No problem. I'm on the Pill." She quickly unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, he encircled his cock and began to stroke. He moaned as she rubbed the head and continued the downward stroke. He shoved her hand away, tugged his pants down and caught her leg. With one push, he was inside.

Pulling all the way out, he turned her around. She pushed pack against him. Slowly he began to piston in and out. One hand fell on her clit as the other repeated its earlier torment to her breasts.

"Oh God," she moaned as the pressure began to build again. His speed increased. The room was filled with sound of muted music, their heavy breathing and their bodies coming together. She let out a squeal when he thrust hard into her, spilling his seed. He pinched her clit, sending her into a climax. She clasped both hands over her mouth as cries escaped.

He continued to pump lazily, savoring the aftershocks. With a kiss to the side of her neck, he pulled out. Spotting some towels, he grabbed a couple, handing her one. They cleaned and dressed in silence. Before she could unlock the door, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.

"Mind if I stick around till you're finished?"

"Course not. Why?"

"Cause I want to do that again, but in a bed."

She grinned. "After a shower."

*****

Samira pushed her long hair out of her face. She glanced up at the tables lining the dance floor; Lorayne was waving in her direction. She waved back and began to trek off the dance floor. When she finally made it to the table, Patience handed her a drink. She sniffed it before taking a drink.

Lorayne looked hurt. "You don't trust us?"

"Makin' sure you don't mix mine with Alyssa's. You're late. I had to start dancin' without you."

"We noticed."

"Asher's bein' a bear. An' we ain't de only ones who noticed you." Patience nodding the direction of a good-looking black man.

"It's the blond on my right that's captured his attention."

"Girl, you nuts if you tink dat."

Alyssa walked up at that moment, looked at the drinks on the table and picked up the closest to Lorayne. She downed half of it before Lorayne could grab it.

"Are you fuckin' nuts? What are you doin' grabbing' a pure alcoholic drink and tossin' it back? You gonna have a baby."

"I swear to God dat I'm gonna do de women of Nola a favor an' cut his dick off. Why de hell did you make dat stupid bet wit him?" she asked Patience.

Samira turned out the cousins' bickering; she heard it before. She sneaked glances over at the guy Patience pointed out. He was still watching her. She smiled at him before turning her attention back to her friends. "Are we gonna sit here and bitch about Asher all night or dance?"

"Why don't you go for it?" Lorayne asked Samira. They were standing in line for the ladies' room.

"Go for what?"

"Mr. Tall, dark and yummy. He hasn't taken his eyes off you."

She held up her hands, as if they were scales. "I live a quarter of a mile away, I'm not going back to his place and I want him now."

"Go to mine. Just change the sheets when you're done."

"What do I do, go up to him and say 'Hi, I'm Sammi, I wanna fuck your brains out'?"

Lorayne nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."

"Where will you sleep?"

"Your bed, duh."

Samira leaned against the wall, fanning her face. A mild breeze cooled the sweat on her face, arms and chest. Music still blared inside.

"You're a good dancer."

She turned to see Mr. TDY sitting a few feet away. "Thanks. You don't dance?"

"I do. I was enjoying the show." He held out a bottle of water. "You look . . . hot."

A smile tilted her lips. "Thanks." She twisted off the cap and took a long drink. "Here on vacation?"

"A small one before heading back to California. You?"

"Just moved here a few months ago." She took another sip before closing the space between them. She straddled his lap. "My friends live not far from here. Why don't we go there to . . . talk?"

"Nice house," Boris said.

"Thanks." Samira unlocked the door and turned, motioning him inside. The porch light highlighted his silhouette, outlining the muscles in his arms and shoulders. She shivered slightly. "The room's right here. Can you gimme a sec?"

"Why?"

"No maid service." She quickly slipped through the door and flipped on the light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she plugged in the extension cord. Small, white string lights winked on. Turning off the overhead light, she opened the door. "Come in and make yourself more comfortable." He sauntered through the door and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once it cleared his arms he tossed it towards a chair. He continued disrobing while watching her. After dropping his pants and boxers, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited, standing there in all his glory. She suppressed a shiver that raced down her spine. It was some damn fine glory. "No preamble? No small talk or foreplay?"

He smirked. "What's the point of small talk and we both know why we're here." He ambled closer. He dragged a finger down her cheek, across her chest to dip into the shadow of cleavage. Without pause, he continued to downward trek, taking her tube top with him. Her nipples puckered in the cool air. He tugged her forward until her breasts grazed his chest. "And the foreplay consisted of you on the dance floor."

He leaned down. His lips nibbled on hers. Reaching up she seized his head, closing the gap between them. She immediately sought entrance to his mouth. While their tongues dueled, her hands slipped between them; one cupped his balls as the other one caressed his dick. He moaned when her thumb rubbed over the sensitive head.

She pushed against his chest. When the kiss broke, she smiled up at him. "There's condoms in the nightstand. Put one on and lay down."

He stood still for a moment, then cross the room to the bed. He looked up with his eyebrow raised after he opened the drawer. Instead of pulling out a foil wrapper, in his hand was a bright pink vibrator. He smiled at the blush that covered her cheeks. After putting the item of self pleasure back in the drawer, he quickly donned the prophylactic and stretched out on the bed.

Samira kicked off her shoes as she watched Boris stroke his erection. Soon the rest of her clothes were in a pile on the floor. She sashayed to the bed, her hips swinging provocatively. Planting one knee next to his hips, she swung her leg over until she was straddling him. She adjusted her seating until his dick was in perfect alignment.

Slowly she began to rock back and forth. His hands gripped her hips to steer her movements. On every back glide, he lifted his hips slightly to bump her clit. She fell forward, panting.

Reaching between them, he guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Gradually he pushed into her. She moaned as inch by inch slipped inside. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed up into a sitting position. He lunged up, planting himself all way inside her. Her head lolled back as he plunged in short strokes. She squealed when he impaled her. His thumb stroked her clit in light passes.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the shudders began. Placing her hands on his thighs, she leaned back. Within seconds she screamed out her orgasm. He groaned, his hips surging upwards with his own climax. She rolled off him and sprawled on the bed. Leaning over, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Be right back."

She absently waved him on. She opened her eyes when she felt his hand on her leg. He was already dressed. "Going somewhere?"

He smiled. "I have an early flight to LA in the morning." He crawled onto the bed to crouch over her. He licked the seam of her lips before kissing her deeply. When the kiss ended, he brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheek. Another quick kiss and he was gone.

Samira rolled over, snuggled into the blanket and went to sleep.

*****

April

"Tank God dis is Easter weekend," Patience said.

"Why?" Samira asked. They were sitting in the backyard of the Brouchard family house, barbequing. Asher and other guys were manning the grill, while various friends and family members mingled. The two of them were sitting with Alyssa and Thi.

"Lent is officially over," Alyssa said with a smile. "Let the games begin."

"On who gets laid first? My money's on Asher."

"When was the las' time?" Thi asked Patience.

"January," she answered.

"Do I even want to know about Asher's las' time?"

"Mardi Gras, of course."