Sugar & Spice by Keith Lee Johnson

something happens between us tonight, unless I rape you, which I won’t, you determine if you want to come back to my hotel, come in my room and into my bed. I have no mystical charms or potions. Women determine that. Not men.”
    Kelly pulled into the parking lot of the Patriot Bar and Grill, parked the Stingray, and turned off the growling engine. “Have I offended you, counselor?”
    â€œHave you been disingenuous?”
    â€œYes, but I really didn’t mean to.” Kelly placed her hand on his. “I’m sorry, okay. But the truth is, black men come on to me all the time.”
    â€œAnd white men don’t? Is that what you’re telling me, Agent McPherson?”
    â€œNo, white men do, too.”
    â€œAnd why do you suppose that is?”
    â€œTruthfully? Because I’m a fine-lookin’ broad.”
    Sterling laughed. “The truth has finally shown itself. If white men find you attractive, why can’t any man find you attractive?”
    â€œI guess they can,” Kelly said reflectively. “Does this conversation mean I can’t get a little later?”
    â€œDepends. If you win, yes.”
    â€œAnd if I lose?”
    â€œSelf-stimulation is always an option.”

CHAPTER 33
    Two hours later Sterling and Kelly were back at the Willard. They hadn’t gotten in the door good before they engaged in a deep kiss that threatened to asphyxiate both of them. Their hands pulled and tugged at each other’s clothing recklessly. With her sweater off and tossed on the floor, Sterling reached around with one hand and unhooked her bra like he had done it a million times.
    Kelly finished taking the bra off and tossed it near her sweater. Wantonly, hungrily, Sterling sucked her breasts while she leaned against the door of the suite.
    Kelly moaned softly. “I need this.”
    â€œDo you?”
    â€œYes,” Kelly said. “Be good to me. Be very good to me.”
    Sterling moved from her breasts back to her wide kissable lips and plunged in hard. He needed this, too. His body ached for a release and he would have it. While they kissed, he continued to undress her, tugging at her zipper, and almost breaking the button.
    â€œLet me do it,” Kelly said.
    A few seconds later, her pants were down to her ankles. She kicked them the rest of the way off and to the side.
    Sterling put his hand inside her panties and felt her bush just before he felt her liquid. She moaned when he touched her there, in her most sensitive area. Up and down, he moved his hand until her moaning became synchronized with his steady movement.
    â€œIt…feels…so…good,” Kelly heard herself saying. “Don’t you stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
    Sterling continued the tease that was building, becoming volcanic with each and every stroke, threatening to erupt at any moment.
    â€œYes…yes…oh, yes,” Kelly muttered. Her mind and body were one, like a spiritual journey to a land where pleasure is the only emotion allowed. Then suddenly, she convulsed. “Oh, my God…Oh, my God…Oh, my God.”
    Sterling was still lapping at her breast when her release came. Kelly pulled his head in and almost smothered him. She couldn’t help herself. His head was the only thing she had to hang on to.
    â€œI want you in me now,” she practically screamed. “Right now,”
    â€œLet me get a rubber,” Sterling panted.
    â€œHurry up! Shit! I’m ready!”
    Sterling went into the bedroom to get a condom but before he had a chance to return, Kelly had kicked off her panties and followed him. She pushed him onto the bed, unbuckled his pants, and slid them down along with his underwear. She took the condom out of his hand, opened it, and put it in her mouth. Then using her mouth, she put the condom on his erect penis.
    â€œYou like that?” she asked just before straddling him. “I saw that on one of the HBO
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