Switchblade Romance (3/?)

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III.  Hit n’ Run

Summerwind I had 28 floors and Malcolm’s apartment was on the 28^th.  It was very nice.  Shantreyl walked in and looked around, moving over to the windows that overlooked the bright lights of the city of Suva Oriana and the Oriochi River that bisected the city.  There were at least six neon dinner cruise ships going up and down the Oriochi.

“Nice view,” she said.

“I like it,” Malcolm replied.  He joined her over by the windows and pointed.  “There’s the Solar Fountain.  And if you look across the river over there, you’ll see the Vermilion.  Have you ever been inside either of them?”

“No.”

“You’ll have to go in one day.”

“Maybe I will.”

Malcolm took a moment to look her over, appreciating her curves.  “So, Shan…how do you want to do this?  How do you want this to go?  It was your idea to come home with me, after all.”

Shantreyl stood in front of him.  “I’ve never done this before.  I know that I want to be here with you.  I know that I want to have sex.  I feel fairly confident that you aren’t a psycho.  But I don’t quite know how to make the first move.”

“Fairly confident?  I could be a serial killer for all you know.”

Shantreyl subconsciously put her hand between her breasts and took a deep breath.  “But you’re not.  Right?”

Malcolm smiled.  “I’m not.  Are you?  Do you have any psycho tendencies?  Are you one of those crazy, clingy women?  Should I have not let you follow me home?”

“This is the craziest thing I’ve done in a long time,” she said.  “It’s been over nine months since I last had sex and I just wanted to have a one-night stand.  Get laid and go.”

“That’s what you want?” 

“It’s all I want.”

“Well, follow me.  We’ll go to the bedroom.”

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom first?”

“Not at all, as long as you let me undress you.”

“I’m fine with that.”

Malcolm led Shantreyl to the master bedroom and showed her where the bathroom was.  She went in and closed the door.  Once inside, she gazed at her reflection.  Her hair looked fine and her makeup was mostly intact.  Shantreyl turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face.  Then she stuck her hand inside her top and removed the pasties.  Her nipples popped up like knobs and she took a moment to massage them.  Mary Jane was still safely tucked under one of her breasts.

She rinsed her mouth and washed her hands.  There were condoms in her purse and she took them out.  Then she grabbed her purse and exited the bathroom to see Malcolm over by the windows, in nothing but his jeans, which were unzipped.

Shantreyl looked at him.  Malcolm might look like Morris Chestnut, but he wasn’t built like him.  He had a slender frame and some muscular definition, but he wasn’t the least bit put together or cut like her ex had been. 

Do not think about Miles, she told herself.  Do not think about Miles.  Do not think about that lying-ass lying motherfucker.

Malcolm had an average body, and it would do for her purposes.  Shantreyl didn’t need The Rock or Michael B. Jordan to do what she needed done.  She put her purse on a chair and held up the condoms.  “I came prepared,” she said.  She went over and put the condoms on the nightstand.

Malcolm looked at her.  The second thing that caught his attention—after her face—were the two large knobs on her chest.  She had a nice set of breasts; the catsuit fit to perfection, but he had not seen any nipple definition.  But if those knobs were her nipples…

Jesus, he thought.  They’re enormous.  Like marshmallows.

…then he was going to have a very good time with them.

Malcolm started walking towards her.  “I’m prepared as well, but we’ll use yours.  So that you’re comfortable.”

“I appreciate that,” she said.  She noticed that he was staring at her and knew exactly what had his attention. 

Malcolm stopped about a foot in front of her.  “I don’t mean to stare, but are those your nipples?”

“Yes,” she said.  “Call it a hormonal glitch or whatever, but yeah.  They’re real.”

“Can I see them?”

“You wanted to undress me,” she said, turning around so he could unzip her catsuit.  Malcolm put his hands on her shoulders and kissed the nape of her neck as he started to unzip her suit.  He went to push the straps off her shoulders and heard a clink! as something hit the floor.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Sorry,” Shantreyl said, holding her top up with one hand as she bent over to retrieve Mary Jane. 

Malcolm looked at her ass as she bent over to pick up the knife.  She stood up and turned it around to show him. “I was carrying a switchblade.  I forgot I had it tucked in my cleavage.”

“You had a switchblade stuck in your titties?”

“I had nowhere else to put it.  This suit doesn’t have pockets.  I had it for protection, just in case you were a jerk.”

“How long is the blade?”

“Eight inches, I think.”

Malcolm stared helplessly at Shantreyl’s cleavage, saliva collecting in his mouth.  She still had her hand pressed against her top.  “You put those beautiful babies at risk?”

“It was for protection.”

“Can I see the knife?”

“What are you planning to do with it?”

“Nothing.  I just want to see it.”

Shantreyl handed him the knife and he pushed the button, extending the blade.

“Nice,” he said.  “Yours?”

“It was Renee’s idea.”

Malcolm turned the gleaming blade back and forth.  “Let me guess…she was the one wearing Cross Colours.”

“How’d you know?”

“She struck me as the type to carry.”

Shantreyl giggled and held out her palm.  “Can I have it back?”

“In a moment.  I’m admiring the craftsmanship.  Pink pearl handle, nice.  Kaphiri would like this.”

The expression on Shantreyl’s face changed immediately.  “Who’s that?  Your wife?”

Malcolm looked at her.  “What?  No!  I’m not married.  Kaphiri is my friend and business partner.  He’s ex-military and has a thing for edged weapons.”

“Oh,” she said, keeping her hand pressed against her top.  “Good.  I don’t fool around with married men.”

Suddenly, Malcolm put the tip of the knife at Shantreyl’s throat, pressing it into her flesh.  At the same time, he cupped one hand firmly around the back of Shantreyl’s neck. Her eyes widened and a tiny gasp escaped her, but she didn’t move.

His voice was cold.  “Still think I’m not a psycho?”

Shantreyl swallowed and took a slow, deep breath.  She could feel the knife at her throat, but it didn’t hurt.  In fact, quite the opposite effect was taking place.  “No.”

Malcolm pressed harder and gripped her neck even tighter.  A bead of blood appeared on her skin.  His tone was icy.  “You sure about that?  You don’t know me or what I’m capable of.”

She should have been nervous.  She should have been frightened.  She should have been terrified.  But she wasn’t.  She was turned on.  What the fuck?  “I’m…sure.”

Malcolm slid the tip of the switchblade down her throat and over her chest, stopping at her cleavage.  The blade left the tiniest of weals on her skin.  He slid it under the bodice of her catsuit and slipped the strap off her shoulder.  Shantreyl watched, not moving a muscle as he did the same to the other strap.

“Move your hand,” he said.

She moved her hand.  The top of her catsuit fell down and her breasts were exposed.  Malcolm stared at them and then ran the blade over the rise of the right one, doing spirals around her tit until the blade reached her nipple.  He tapped the tip of the knife against it and heard her breath catch.  She emitted the softest of moans when he lightly scraped it.

“Tender?” he asked, squeezing the back of her neck, subconsciously responding to her moan.

“They’re hella sensitive,” she replied in a breathy voice.  “I have to wear pasties to protect them.”

Malcolm repeated the act with the other breast, applying more pressure this time.  He carefully pressed the flat of the blade against Shantreyl’s nipple.  The blade was cold and she was aroused.  She inhaled sharply, wondering when all of this had come about.

Malcolm’s voice was still icy.  “You’re sure about all this, Shan?  You’re willing to bet your life?”

“I’m sure,” she said, calmly.  “I’m not afraid of you.”  She definitely had some questions for herself, though.

Malcolm smiled and released her neck.  He retracted the blade and gave it back to Shantreyl. 

“You really weren’t scared,” he said, touching one of her nipples.  “You weren’t the least bit afraid.”  Malcolm made the split second decision to try that stunt just to see what she would do.  He didn’t know what came over him, but it made for an interesting test.

“I told you I got a good vibe off of you.”  She put the knife in her purse.  “We decided earlier that neither of us are psychos and you aren’t a jerk.  Do you want to pick up where we left off?”  She turned around and presented Malcolm with her back.  He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down until it stopped.  He kissed her neck again.  The suit dropped down, pooling around Shantreyl’s ankles.  Malcolm stared at her.  She wore a pair of black lace panties.

She got a fat ass as well as fat titties.  I can’t believe she doesn’t have a man. 

Over dinner, he inquired about her dating status, but was compelled to ask once more just to be sure. “Are you sure you’re single?” 

It didn’t matter if she wasn't; she was here with him willingly.  If she did have a man, that was her problem, not his.

“I am.”

“Good.”  Malcolm pulled her close and slid his hands around to fondle her breasts and play with her giant nipples.  Shantreyl sighed softly and closed her eyes, stepping out of her outfit.  She turned to face him and smiled as he put his hands on her waist.

Malcolm asked, “How do you feel about kissing a total stranger?”

Shantreyl stared at his lips.  They were nice and his breath smelled good.  “I don’t mind it,” she said.

“Good,” he said.  “Because I’ve been wanting to kiss you for the past two hours.”

“Well, let’s not wait any longer.  Let’s do this thing.”  Shantreyl put her hands on his cheeks and ran a thumb over his lips.  He closed his eyes as she gently pulled his head down and kissed him.  She took her time; pressing baby kisses against the corners of his mouth, one in the V of his upper lip and one on his lower lip.  Then she smiled.

“Take off your jeans and sit on the edge of the bed,” she said in a low voice.

Malcolm did as he was told and found himself at eye level with her breasts.  Shantreyl sat in his lap and put her arms around his neck.  Her nipples pressed against his chest and she winced before adjusting her position.  Then she kissed him again.  It was slow and steamy, and, combined with the gentle pressure of her nipples against his chest, mind-blowing.  He was at full mast within minutes.  He put his arms around her and cupped her ass.  She caught his lip gently between her teeth and pulled ever so slightly before letting go with a soft pop! 

“Mmmmn,” she said, running her finger over his nose.  He had nice lips.

“Do that again,” he said.  “All of it.  Everything you just did.  Do it again.”

She adjusted in his lap and kissed him again while stroking his ears.  The sensory overload of it all…the juicy wet kiss, the feel of her nimble fingers on his earlobes and her nipples against his chest, the smell of her, the sounds coming from her throat, the fact that she was grinding him with her superb legs wrapped around his body and he didn’t know how much more he could take. 

Shantreyl pulled away once more with another gentle pop!  “Mmmmn,” she said again, and pressed a kiss on his nose as she continued to gyrate.  “You’re a pretty good kisser, Malcolm.”

“Shan,” he choked out.  “You’re…unbelievable,” he said in a low voice.  Was this real?  He was so aroused.

She upped the game by pushing him down on the bed, capturing his hands and kissing him until he had no choice but to make her stop…albeit reluctantly.

“What’s going on, Malcolm?” she asked in a husky voice.  “Are you okay?  I’m not hurting you, am I?  Am I too heavy?  I’m a big girl, I know.”

“The fuck are you talking about?  I am not in pain, but agony.   I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” he said, his breath coming in chuffs.   “You’re doing all these things I like…these incredible tits of yours or this fat ass you got…” He slapped one of her buttocks hard before gripping it.

Shantreyl smiled and rolled off of him onto the bed.  As she rolled on her side and got comfortable, he put a hand on one of her boobs and pressed the nipple with his thumb.  Her breath caught again.

“You said they were very sensitive.  Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”  Shantreyl stared at him.  The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain; mostly pleasure, and from the look on Malcolm’s face, he was enjoying playing with her nipples.  She was a bit surprised by his eagerness.  “They don’t bother you?”

He looked at her while thumbing the other nipple.  “Your titties?  Are you serious?”  He wanted to bury his face in her cleavage.

“Yes.”

Malcolm rolled to his side so he could be eye to eye with her.  “Have they bothered someone else, then?”

“I’ve been told that they’re freaky, that they get in the way, that they…well, you get the idea.  I can’t help it.  I’ve always had big nipples.  Nothing I can do about it.”

“I have never ever seen a woman with breasts like yours…sweet fuck, why in the name of all that is holy aren’t you wifed up yet?” 

Shantreyl made a tsk-ing sound.  “Not all women aspire to marriage, Malcolm.  Besides, you know there’s more to being a wife than having big boobs, right?”

Malcolm continued to play with her nipple.  “Yeah, but some of us guys don’t have extensive requirements for a mate.  All she really needs to be is smart, beautiful, fine and loyal.  I don’t know about that last bit, but you definitely got the first three in spades.”

“Well, thank you.  Let me know if you run across someone like that, all right?”

Malcolm caressed her breast and kept thumbing her nipple.  It was an interesting mix of firmness and softness and he swallowed, pushing Shantreyl on her back.  Her nipples were fucking mind-boggling.  He wondered if she would be willing to give him a titty fuck.  He took one of her nipples into his mouth.  It felt phenomenal on his tongue.

“You don’t have to…” she began, but the sensation made her hiss and her toes curl.  She wanted him to suck harder.

He paused to ask, “Does it hurt?”

“…just enough that it’s pleasurable,” she said in a breathy voice.  “Harder…”

He moved back and forth between breasts, greedily sucking on her nipples.  At some point, she got lost in desire.  Malcolm saw the opportunity and moved quickly.  In less than a heartbeat, Shantreyl was underneath him and he was planted firmly between her legs.  He closed his eyes.  Her skin was smooth to the touch and soft the way a woman’s should be.  He cupped her breasts and fingered her nipples, listening to her breathing change and tiny squeals escape her throat.  Malcolm’s eyes closed as he savored the feel of Shantreyl in his hands, against his body.  And then he did what he’d been wanting to do: lose himself in her cleavage while stimulating her breasts.

Shantreyl moaned as he alternated licking her skin and dropping kisses.  “Mmmn,” she said, arching her back in such a way that her breasts were thrust in his face.  Malcolm could no longer help himself.  He adjusted his weight and position and Shantreyl made an indescribable sound when he started sucking her nipples again; this time with the right amount of pressure.  She flattened her hands against the mattress and hissed, her hips bucked and she bumped into his erection.  “Oh…oh my…!”  She locked her legs around his back, squeezing and hoping she wouldn’t lose it so soon.  How embarrassing that would be. 

What the fuck do I care how embarrassing it is?  I’m never gonna see his ass again.  I’m gonna get mine.

Malcolm was focused on the treat in his mouth.  He would have to give the other one equal attention, but for the moment he couldn’t stop himself and couldn’t help it.  She was so sensitive.  Every little thing he did with his tongue got instant results.  He opened his eyes to see the look on Shantreyl’s face and was satisfied that she was caught in whatever world her lust took her to.  He released her nipple and licked his way across her chest and greeted her other nipple before taking it into his mouth.  Shantreyl bucked again.  She was about to burst.  Nine months was nine damn months.

“Malcolm,” she gasped.  “Malcolm, please…please!”

He had never before heard his name called with such passion, and it was an unbelievable aphrodisiac.  Malcolm released her breast and adjusted once more so he could kiss her lips this time.  She met him and matched him kiss for kiss, and then any and all sense of propriety and planning went out of the window.  They were about to fuck.

“You’re going to have to come out of these lovely panties,” he said in a low voice as he tugged on the waistband.  “And allow me to come in.”

Shantreyl was beside herself.  “You do it,” she gasped, giving in.  “You take them off.  The condoms are on the nightstand.”

Her panties were damp.  Malcolm hooked his fingers in the waistband and they rolled off her legs in one easy pull.  He was greeted with her fragrance, buried his face between her thighs and allowed himself to get lost in his own lust.  The bed sheet knotted in her hands as she experienced the most wonderful of kisses. 

“Oh sweet God, oh…!”  And it happened and she couldn’t control it.  Her knees bent and her hips bucked as she climaxed. 

Malcolm watched her carefully. 

A moment or two later, Shantreyl lay back, winded and trembling.  “Jesus,” she said.

“Not even close,” Malcolm replied, absently licking his lips.  He moved again to lie on top of her and looked into her eyes, which were large and bright. “How does it feel to be inside of you, Shan?  You tell me.”

She waved a hand towards the nightstand.  “Get the condom, find out for yourself.  Don’t waste any more time.”

Malcolm followed her instructions and slipped the condom on.  He spread her thighs, and the strength nearly left him when he saw how wet she was.  Shantreyl helped him out by lifting her hips and spreading her legs wide.  A grunt escaped him as he found his way in and his eyes closed in ecstasy.  Shantreyl rested one of her ankles on his shoulders and he moaned again.  He rubbed one of her legs with one hand and stimulated her clit with his thumb as he thrust blindly into her, losing himself in the process.  She felt fantastic.

Shantreyl’s mouth was contorted in a rictus of pleasure.  He felt good and he was definitely good with his thumbs.  This is what I needed.  This is why I’m here.

“Shan, you feel so…so g—,” he murmured.  “You’re…you’re delicious.  I could be like this with you all night.”

She agreed with him, but couldn’t vocalize it, and she cursed herself that she was going to climax again, but she couldn’t help it.  It’d been a long time and she needed what Malcolm was giving her. 

Nine months was nine damn months.

“Please,” she breathed.  “Please…oh please…” and then her orgasm overtook her.

She heard him grunt as he reached his own climax.  Malcolm bucked hard three times and released her leg as he exited her body, carefully holding the condom.  He put one hand on her thigh as he got himself under control.  Then he excused himself.  

"I'll be right back," he said.  

When her orgasm subsided, Shantreyl stretched out on the bed, smiling on the inside.  Jaya, you genius! It really was a good idea to have a one-night stand.

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Shantreyl woke up suddenly, looking around and not recognizing where she was.  Her purse was on the floor next to the bed she was in and her phone was on the nightstand.  She grabbed the phone.  It was three in the morning and she had a headache.  Where in the world was she?  She sat up and looked around before turning her gaze on the man sleeping next to her.  Who in the world was he?

Suddenly everything came back in a rush.  The man beside her was named Malcolm; they met at the Zodiac Club, and she followed him home to have sex with him.  Apparently both of them fell asleep afterwards.  Was the sex good?  It had to be good enough if she fell asleep, but then she had also consumed a lot of alcohol over the course of the evening and that could have been it.  Considering the thumper of a headache she had, it was the latter that was more likely.

“Can’t drink like that anymore,” she told herself as she put a hand to her forehead.

Shantreyl got out of bed quietly.  Her panties were on the floor next to her catsuit and she quickly dressed, grabbed her phone and purse, and quietly left Malcolm’s apartment.  When she got in her car, she called Jaya and after four rings, Jaya answered, her voice thick with sleep.

“Shan?”

“I’m leaving his apartment now, Jaya.  Just wanted you to know.  Go back to sleep.”

“Call again when you get home, ok?”

“I will.”

“Okay.”  Jaya hung up and Shantreyl opened the sunroof and cracked the back windows so she could get some air to hopefully help dull her headache.  It was going to take about 30 minutes to get to Siren Heights from her current location, but she didn’t mind the drive because there was very little traffic in that direction.  It also gave her time to ruminate over her successful evening.  She found that she was very pleased with the way everything worked out.

Just as she’d been instructed, Shantreyl called Jaya again when she pulled up into her garage. 

“Shan?”

“I’m home.  Go back to sleep.  I’ll talk to you later.”

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