***Kayla Goes for the Kill****
Dancing closely with Cherod across the dance floor has me rethinking my strategies. He’s a lot smoother than I remember. I can feel the chemistry building between us. Now’s the perfect time to make my move.
“So Cherod tell me. Where’d you learn to be such a good dancer?”
“When you’ve been away from home as long as I have, you tend to pick up a few things along the way. I’m sure you’ve learned a lot during your time at school. Right?”
“Sure, but dancing wasn’t one of them. My father taught me to dance long before I started at Heritage.”
“I just mean that sometimes it doesn’t matter where you get things from. It’s all about how you use them once you have them.” He alleges as he smoothly dips me. His moves suggest an elegance and strength that further peeks my curiosity.
“Well it seems to me that you definitely know what to do with your moves.” I say sensuously hoping he interprets my words as seductive. Tightening his grip around my waist, Cherod spins me slowly, whispering in my ear.
“Trust that I know what to do with my moves Kayla. I only wish that you’d grant me an opportunity to demonstrate what I can do.” He says seductively. I get warm all over and throw caution to the wind. I’ve never given Cherod a chance until now. But, if I work this right, I can get more out of him than I ever could out of Chavon. He’s never gonna want me for real anyway. He’ll always want Kyla. I think as I let Cherod’s offer linger in the air.
“Where could we go to talk more privately?”
“My Escalade is downstairs.” He answers without hesitation. His stare makes me moist. “I can take you anywhere you want to go.”
“Let’s go.”
Before I know it we’re in the parking structure, inside Cherod’s truck, panting and kissing like crazy. Starting out neat, soft and even playful, it doesn’t take long for the encounter to turn hot when Cherod nibbles my ear. We’re instantly all over each other. I stroke his hair, sucking his nipples while his hand slowly travels up my dress. Separating my thighs, he lightly fondles my most sensitive area, stimulating me erotically with brisk touches. I cream in his hands. I know he likes it when he removes his hand from inside me to lick my juices off his fingers before pleasing me again. It’s the freakiest, sneaky wrong thing I’ve ever done and I love it. I gladly give him oral pleasures and he pleasures me anally. Hiding my immense pleasure isn’t an option. Afterwards, I can’t help, but silently compare Cherod’s sex to his brother’s. With Chavon, it was purely revenge…part of a bigger plan. With Cherod, it’s different. I like that he dominated me. He forces me to admit what I like. I’m loving that too.
“What a way to bring in the New Year!” Cherod boasts between deep breaths.
“Uh-huh.” I agree breathless myself.
“A penny for your thoughts.” Cherod offers.
“You don’t have to pay to know what I’m thinking. You seemed to know exactly what I wanted a minute ago. So, you tell me what I’m thinking Cherod.” I dare him as I finish adjusting my clothes. He looks into my eyes deeply before finally speaking.
“Let me see. Knowing you like I now do, I would say that you’re thinking of how my brother never fucked you quite like this. Right?” He says casually, smiling like he didn‘t just make a bold statement about something he wasn‘t even suppose to know. The music in my head stops like somebody snatched the needle off a record. I’m shell shocked. When? What? How did he…I think as my mind surfs 1000 miles per second?
“What?” I offer paralyzed with sheer shock.
“Look, let me make it plain Kayla. Chavon told me what happened. What can I say? I guess the dog in me had to have some too.” He says nonchalantly, zipping his pants with a most arrogant grin.
“Oh so that’s what this was about? Poor little Cherod’s mad because his little brother got me first. Oh please Cherod. That’s so damn 90210’ish of you, really!” I shout astonished that this is even happening.
“You fuck the love of your little sister’s life and threaten to tell her. Then get freak nasty with his older brother and I’m acting out a 1990 drama? Girl, you’ve got balls. I’ll give you that. But you should know never to underestimate those you try to fuck. There’s a small video camera in the interior light right up there.” He points toward the ceiling of the truck. “I just recorded our entire escapade in the Escalade! Watch this!” He says obnoxiously snatching up the remote to turn on the monitor in his truck. Seconds later the images of what just rocked this truck appear. I see myself in my most freakiness…everything. I’m speechless but, not for long.
“I don’t believe you!”
“Please believe me when I tell you that this will be all over the Internet in a matter of minutes if you don’t leave my brother the fuck alone! I don’t know what type of game you’re playing Kayla, but it ends here.”
“So what just happened was fake?”
“As fake as your sudden interest in me tonight. Don’t worry though Kayla. If you be a good girl, I might give you some more. Because we both know how much you like it. Now I’ve gotta get back to the party. You coming? Oops my bad. You already did. Didn’t you?” Cherod laughs as I scramble to collect my composure. I keep mentally replaying the moment my plan started to fall apart. This game is nowhere near over. I ponder silently as I march through the parking lot; quickly moving away from Cherod at warped speed. Yep, this game is far from over.
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