Bi-Satisfied Page 18

  I hung up with Michael and headed to the shower. Needed to wash away the stress of the day and relax. After I was done, I texted Summer to let her know where I was going, knowing she was in a meeting and wouldn’t be able to answer her phone. After I oiled myself down, I put on a pair of designer jeans, a nice black button-down shirt, and black loafers. Pulled my locks back into a ponytail and headed out.

  Got through traffic on I-75 and 400. Made it to the InterContinental without incident. I called up to Michael’s room and told him to meet me downstairs, at the Bourbon Bar. While I waited for him, I watched as someone rolled cigars near the bar in the lobby. Watched as the concierge rolled in luggage and guests smiled and milled about. The ambiance of the place was reminiscent of a lounge, with small tables and sofas. I grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered two old-fashioneds, which was a regular glass of bourbon that the bartender put his or her own twist on.

  It didn’t take Michael long to come down. I slid him his drink when he sat on the bar stool next to me, which was more like a chair. He too was in jeans and loafers. Only he was wearing a black sweater that fit snug against his frame. His hair was groomed to perfection, the only way Michael would wear it. His scent followed him, as usual. I couldn’t deny that instant need to reopen old doors. As usual, his eyes told he was up to no good. We ignored the obvious stares coming our way.

  “I’m surprised Sadi let you out of the house,” I said to him.

  “Had to go ahead and decide to purchase that auto shop down here that I wanted,” he told me. “Used that as my excuse to get away.”

  “She buy that?”

  He shrugged. “Probably not, but my shops bring in more money than her lucrative law career, so she’s not going to object.”

  Michael had several auto shops. They were located in New York, Jersey, Boston, and Connecticut, as well as in DC, Maryland, and Virginia, or the DMV, as most called them. We all may have thought he was nuts to walk away from law school into the world of grease, oil, and auto parts, but he had proved us all wrong and had stayed at the top of his game as a profitable businessman.

  I took a sip of my drink and then responded. “So she doesn’t like the fact that you’re a mechanic, but she will spend the money that comes with it.”

  He gave a lopsided smile. “You know how she is.”

  “No, I don’t, actually. How’re the kids?”

  The smile left his face, and he took a long swig of his drink. “They’re okay,” was all he said.

  That was unusual for him. Michael loved doting on his kids. They were his pride and joy. So the fact that he balked at the opportunity to talk about them told me something else was wrong.

  “Everything okay?” I asked him.

  “Yeah. Thinking about some shit that Sadi and I have to talk about when I get back.”

  “About the kids?”

  “Among other things.”

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “Not really,” he said, then took his drink to his mouth. “How you and the troublemaker, Ms. Freckles?” he asked with a smirk.

  I smiled. “We’re good.”

  “Judging by what I saw on camera, I’d say so. Last I knew, seemed like we’d pissed you off enough for you to ignore both of our phone calls.”

  “I was pissed off. I didn’t feel like talking about it then. Don’t want to talk now—”

  “It’s not always about what you want, David. That’s your problem,” Michael said to me. “You never listen when someone is trying to relay how they feel to you. You hear it, but you don’t listen.”

  I sighed and signaled to the waiter for another drink. I didn’t really come to meet him to rehash old shit that it didn’t seem like we were ever going to squash. I asked him sarcastically, “So, we’re about to do this here and now?”

  “Look, on some real shit, I came here to rectify the situation between us. But the last time I was here, that weekend turned into some shit I wasn’t expecting. I mean, I enjoyed the hell out of it, but I don’t feel I did what I set out to do,” he explained.

  “When I apologized to you last time, I meant that. There was no bullshit that time. What I did was fucked up, but at the time it was all I had left,” I told him honestly.

  I’d been a man in love with a man who would never love me. I should have believed him when he told me he wouldn’t the first time.

  “I admit that I could have told you about the two of us getting married, but no matter what the fuck I said to you, you were still going to feel and think the way David wanted to feel and think. I told you I was in love with Sadi. Told you I wanted to be with her and build a family with her.”

  “Meanwhile, we were still fucking around.”

  “Because I was trying not to up and leave you hanging.”

  “But you did in the end, anyway.”

  “After you fucked my wife.”

  I thumbed my nose as I said, “I had figured we could put the thing that happened with me and Sadi behind us, but obviously, you’re still feeling some kind of way about it.”

  “I’m not feeling some kind of way, David. That was . . . is my wife. You did it to hurt me, for no other reason than me wanting to be with her and not you. Then, not only did I have to live with that, I had to deal with knowing she betrayed me so easily. What you did fucked with me for a long time, and it’s hard to get over something that’s been staring me in the face for the past ten years.”

  “What do you want from me, Michael?” I asked with a shrug. “All I can do is give you an apology. I can’t take that shit back.”

  People had turned to look in our direction, because my voice had risen a notch higher than I’d intended it to. Last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene in this place. I’d been around when some shit went down in a place like this. I once saw a dude with locks walk in and take a bar stool to another man’s face. I knew that if Michael and I got too heated, it had the potential to be dangerous, as we’d come to blows many times before. It was one of the things—another was him being married—that kept me from having sex with him. I knew if I crossed that line again with him, it had the potential to lead down a tumultuous road.

  I settled our tab. We grabbed our drinks to go and headed up to his room. It would be safer for us to have that conversation there. No need for us to talk about it in a public setting, anyway. That was the excuse I told myself as we hopped on the elevator and headed up to the presidential suite. Took the tension to his room. I took my drink and sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace in the living room. He walked into the bedroom, while I texted Summer to see where she was.

  Wasn’t surprised when she called me back right away. “You’re still at the hotel with Michael?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “How long will you be there?” she asked.

  I looked up to see Michael walk out of the bedroom. He had removed his sweater and had on only his jeans. No shoes. No socks. He was showcasing the body he spent so much time in the gym perfecting. He walked into the living room, and I watched as he placed something on a nearby table. He had his drink in his hand as he sat down across from me. He leaned back casually and watched me talk to Summer.

  That heat, that sexual attraction that had brought us together in the first place, settled in between him and me. He smirked. I cast my gaze in another direction.

  “I don’t know,” I told Summer.

  “That’s not an answer, David.”

  “You know where I am. If I’m not back at the time you want, come get me,” I told her.

  There was a long pause on the other end of the line before she hung up.

  “Was that trouble calling?” Michael asked me.

  “Yeah. Look, if we’re going to try to at least remain friends, I don’t want this shit with Sadi to keep coming between us,” I told him.

  “Going to be real hard for it not to, David,” he said after he took a drink, then hissed. “You have no idea how what you did started to change the dynamics of my marriage after a
while. Sadi doesn’t even fucking know I know she fucked you,” he confessed.

  I frowned and sat back. Had to adjust my dick. I couldn’t even refute the fact that I wanted Michael in the worst way. Still, I wouldn’t even be able to go there with him if we didn’t settle this shit.

  “How’d you manage that?” I ask him.

  “Manage what?”

  “Not letting her know you know.”

  “I just never said anything. That would have opened another can of worms. She would have started asking too many questions about the other reasons for my anger,” he said and chuckled.

  “That’s what happens when we’re not completely honest about who we are. What other reasons would there be, anyway? You never loved me. So we know that wasn’t a reason.”

  He tilted his head to the side and smiled languidly. That smile was the one that got me on day one. That same smile had lured the many men and women we’d shared during our time together. That smile and his eyes. Everybody had always been infatuated with his honey-colored eyes.

  My dimples. His eyes. The dynamic duo.

  He must have been thinking on the same wavelength as me, because we fell into a conversation about the days of old. Laughed about how we had snagged men and women with ease. The issue of Sadi and what I had done was a nonissue for the moment. He got up, called room service, and ordered a bottle of bourbon, to be sent up to the room. A few minutes later room service delivered it. Between shots of bourbon and talk of how Summer could work her pussy muscles better than any woman he’d ever come across, Sadi was forgotten about altogether.

  I knew where things were headed when I got up to leave and he stopped me. I wanted to stay and continue to talk to him, because it was the most in depth and honest we’d been about the whole issue between us, but I needed to get to Summer. I tried to say my good-byes to him. Wasn’t prepared when he stopped me from walking past him and placed a kiss on my lips. He kissed me like he wanted me to remember what we used to have. When our tongues touched, that spark of electricity that we always generated came to life, stirring something in the pit of my stomach.

  That kiss came with an intensity intended to make me throw caution to the wind. There was passion in that kiss that told me that he had been deprived of the kind of chemistry we shared. I almost got lost in the way his lips felt pressed against mine. I pulled back, though. Fought with my inner demons for a minute as his eyes dared me to cross that line. Take that dive off the cliff of sanity, like he and I had done so many times before. Most people used drugs and alcohol as their vices. Michael and I had learned to use sex.

  I didn’t stop him when he came in for another kiss. I quickly stepped out of my loafers. My desire was already pressing against the zipper of my jeans, so when he went for my belt buckle, I helped him along the way. My shirt came next as I snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Michael had a body designed for pleasure. His ass would make any man or woman weep. I groped one cheek as our tongues danced to our own tune. He tugged at my jeans. I helped rid him of his, along with his boxer briefs. When he hooked his finger inside my boxer briefs and yanked them down, my manhood sprang out. Bobbed and weaved like it was ready for the fight.

  I backed him up until his back slammed against the wall. Caged him between my arms as I kissed his neck, ears, lips. . . let my tongue trace his jawline while he returned the favor. The mood was set. Our bodies perspired and had a sheen of lust that could be seen and felt only by us. Chest to chest. We both knew what was coming next. I growled low in my throat. Moaned when he ran his teeth over that spot between my neck and shoulder. My hands gripped his waist as his hands slid down my back and squeezed my backside.

  He pulled my locks from the ponytail holder as I gazed into his eyes. The curve of Michael’s ass was magnificent, I thought as one hand came around to grope it again. That primal part of me wanted to bury myself in it and not come out until he begged me to. But I knew he never would. Michael was the only man to take every inch of me. I missed that. Wanted the thrill and excitement of seeing myself slip slowly inside him and watching him take me in with ease, as only he could.

  There was pressure building. The need to get inside him was mounting.

  Michael smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you missed us and want this as bad as I do.”

  I took his hand and placed it on my dick. “Worry about that. Nothing else.”

  I rotated my fingers, encouraging him to turn and face the wall. Once he did so, I closed the gap. I was breathing down his neck. Michael had never taken dick from any other man but me. Two alpha males had met on the campus of Morehouse. One of us had had to cave. He’d lost that bet in the end. Had had to take all this dick and be fine with that. When we’d been with other men, I’d relished the way we fucked them. I got immense pleasure in seeing the way Michael fucked other men. He was so uninhibited. Took no prisoners.

  Both of us hated for any male to lose his masculinity while we fucked him. We got off on having a man take our dick downs. Those grunts, groans, moans, strangled sounds of pain and pleasure turned us into animals. Predatory, like wolves in the wild, we would become. We would watch each other while fucking other men. Gave them all the dick they could take and then some. Got off on having a masculine male on his knees, taking our dicks to the back of his throat. Then relished the fact that once they left, it would be the two of us again, going at one another in ways that no other men could satisfy us.

  Then there were the women. The women we tag teamed together were never the same. We had stalkers after we let women go. Had women show up at our jobs and school, demanding to know why we had never called them again or insisting we fuck them once more. Ate pussy like it was a pie-eating contest. Rolled our hips in sync while we loved up on women. High-fived, tagged, then switched. Took women down to their bare minimum sexually. Made ’em speak in tongues and cry out to the heavens that we had to stop fucking them the way we did, when they knew they didn’t really mean it. We were out of control. Didn’t know how to stop. Didn’t want to. Dental dams, boxes and boxes of condoms, and trips to the health department to get those status checks were what we did.

  We lived recklessly, most would say. We didn’t give a damn as long as we stayed safe. That was our motto. If we stayed safe, we could fuck any man or woman we wanted. And that was what we did.

  I kissed his shoulder blades as I used my hand to guide my dick between his cheeks. No penetration yet. Just stimulation to get him going. Michael’s hands fisted against the wall as his breathing deepened. Back expanded as he took deep breaths.

  “You want it?” I asked him. “Tell me you want it.”

  “You know I want it, nigga. Stop playing.”

  I let my tongue trail from the top of his spine all the way down to that dip in his back before the lobes of his muscled ass called out to me. I placed kisses on each cheek. Watched the muscles flex, then smacked his tight backside. Snaked my tongue out and licked around each lobe. I grabbed the oil that he had placed on the table next to the wall earlier. Poured the warm lubricant down his back and watched it glide between his cheeks. His chocolate skin glistened as I massaged the oil into his back. Sinewy muscles coiled in his back like steel cables.

  Took my dick in my hand and aimed my head at his back entrance. Let my head sit there before I slipped slowly inside him. The sound of him hissing, his strangled grunt, then the thump of his fist hitting the wall motivated me. I took my time with it. There was no rush for me. Liked the way his ass slowly accepted my hardened manhood with little resistance. He was still so tight that I could tell that this still belonged to me. He would never let another man take him the way I did. I pressed my chest against his back as my hands rose to hold his against the wall.

  I bit his earlobe as our bodies moved in sync. Nobody moved the way Michael and I moved when we were joined like this. We were all in. Held nothing back. I was in control of him, and as always, that made me crazy. Gave me an insane sense of pleasure. Both of
our fists hit the wall at the same time.

  “Fuck, Michael. Why you making me do this?” I asked him.

  My mind keep flashing that warning sign that told me we were heading down the road to becoming two of those niggas, those down-low niggas whom everybody despised. Still, I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to. I was in too deep.

  My hands held his waist as I dipped my hips and found a steady rhythm. The muscles in my ass and in the backs of my thighs strained under the intense workout they were getting. I laid into him with powerful thrusts. Ones that only a man would be able to take. My hands snaked around to join his as he jerked his dick. His dick was heavy. Was one of the things that the women we’d sexed had always marveled at. We stroked his front, while I stroked his back. In tandem we found that climax together. His dick swelled in our hands, while mine swelled inside him. Balls got tight with the need for release.

  We were so caught up in the moment that not even the knock on his hotel room door stopped us.

  David

  She was mad at me. Sat on the couch farthest from me while she kept her gaze on the scene outside the window. There was nothing going on out there except the Atlanta skyline coming to life.

  She’d stood outside Michael’s hotel room for a whole ten minutes before I opened the door. I had had to rush to the bathroom, clean myself up, and pull my pants on. One look at my face and she’d known. She couldn’t bear the thought of what I’d done and had turned to storm off. I’d chased behind her. Barefoot. Jeans unfastened. No shirt as I snatched her up from behind and forced her back into the hotel room. Other guests had stared at us, wondering if a woman was being kidnapped, but nobody had done anything.

  Fucked-up world we lived in. They’d frown at me for being a bisexual male, but none of those same people would lift a finger to help a woman being forced back inside a hotel room by a half-naked man. Michael, too, had managed to pull on his jeans. Hadn’t bothered to fasten them. Summer had stared at him for a long time. Had seen the oil glistening on his skin, the same oil that was on mine. Had noticed the heady look of satisfaction on both of our faces, and her breathing had become that of a woman drowning and gasping for air.