He sat on his bed, the lights off and the tv on. He wasn’t sure where he was going or what he was doing; but that didn’t exactly bother him just yet. What bothered him now was the being alone. Although the television was on pretty loud and the constant clank, clank, clanking of his nails on the key pad was incessant, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread at the loneliness.
The door slammed and he got up from his bed. Khloe and Lamar were out having a couple retreat with the camera crew in toe but there was someone downstairs.
It was Malika and she sounded afraid and distressed. He walked into the hall and leaned against the banister,”Malika?”
He didn’t bother changing or putting on a shirt. It was Khloe’s friend…she was like family. She came to the bottom of the steps and he could see she had been crying and her dress was tattered, revealing bits of her cheetah bra.
“Rob? Are you the only one here?” Her voice trembled a fraction although she tried to stay strong.
Rob started down the stairs in a rush. He was so confused and frightened by this Malika. She was always smiling, or laughing, or just chill—he had never seen her this way before.
“Are you okay? What happened?! Who did this?”
His hands went to her arms but she backed away, turning around and wrapping her arms around herself,” I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine! Look at you! What happened?” He countered quickly. He stepped forward but like a dance she moved with him. Rob reached his hand forward, his fingers touching a trace of her dark skin,” Malika…tell me…?”
She crumbled under the touch of his fingertips and whispered almost inaudibly,”M-My boyfriend…I caught him kissing m-my sister..and I confronted him but…”
She shook her head. He stepped closer with his hand moving up to her shoulder,”But?” He encouraged.
“They attacked me and…this happened,”her voice cracked at the end.
“Did he hit you?” Rob asked with a strong voice, ready at any instant to attack, to protect.
She must have sensed it through his touch because she jumped toward him shaking her head,”No! No…it was Khadijah…but the things he said…”
Rob’s hand found Malika’s cheek as soon as her face drifted away, reliving the moment,”What did he say?”
She pulled away quickly and began walking toward the door,”Nothing! Nothing! I’ll- I’m fine!”
He ran after her, twisting in front to bar the door. He looked at her face and found that a few tears had fallen.”Malika…what did he say?”
She looked down ashamed,” He said I was never…in love with him…that I was always…in love with you…”
Rob’s mouth dropped a fraction open in confusion and his eyes widened in excitement. She? In love with him? He always thought she was the one he couldn’t get to, the one that didn’t want him,the one—so he shut off his thoughts of her. But now.
She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes,”…And he was right.”
He rushed toward her, his hands grabbing her face and pulling her body to his. With little effort her mouth trapped his and she pushed him against the door. He fell backwards into it, his hands dropping around her waist to pull her close to him.
He could feel her breast and tattered dress against his bare chest as he crushed her to him.
Their mouths pressed hard and open. Their tongues thrashing in each other’s mouths while their hands pulled at what ever article of clothing was still attached to their body. His fingers slipped through what ever slits had been created from before and he ripped the rest of her dress, pulling the cloth away from her chocolate skin.
Her hands untied the two strings that were holding his shorts up and grinded her pelvis against his to get them off. Her fingers reached down the back of his boxer shorts and traced the curve of his ass, pushing them down as they just fell from his clenching.
She pulled her mouth away but his dropped back onto hers. She pulled her body apart to help him with her dress and unclasp her bra. His fingers had been slipping on the fabric from beyond but she grinned and unclasped the bra from the front.
His face pulled back to watch as her breasts fell back into place. His hands reached forward and gripped at her breast. Her dark nipples hard and poking his palms while her ebony skin bulged through the spaces of his fingers like chocolate ice cream.
He kissed back at her lips, bending his arms so they were closer while he still kept a hold on her tits. She slipped out of her thong and stepped backward, guiding him toward the steps.
He smirked, knowing what she wanted. He lifted her up into his arms, on cue she wrapped her legs around his waist. The tip of his cock bounced up against her asshole as he walked up the steps, admittedly teasing her by bouncing her against him.
She moaned out little coos as she kissed him over and over again, her arms circling his neck and pulling his face toward her. He reached the top of the steps and she jumped down off of him.
She rushed toward the banister and leaned over it with a smirk as she seductively said,”Right here, Rob. Right now.”
How could he deny her?
He walked behind her, her lips pouting in anticipation while she looked over her shoulder. His hand trailed up her back, pushing her over the railing while she backed her ass up and arched her back.
He guided the tip of his hard cock into her hole and gripped the banister on either side of her. He used the railing to propel him forward, his dick diving her ass cheeks with his thrust.
She moaned out in a little cry as her little hole expanded to fit his size. He began to roll his hips against her. His cock moving in and out of her to ease her walls into relaxation. Her sounds of pleasure allowing him to continue and relax himself. He had known she was an experienced lover but as was he. He could just let his natural instincts take over while he humped her ass and we walls vibrated against his little man.
Her hands gripped onto his and used the banister to help her ride backward against him. Her legs parted wide allowing her ass cheeks to shake against him while he dove in deeper. He leaned his chest forward against her back while he bent his legs slightly, riding along with her.
The door suddenly opened and in walked Lamar and Khloe. Khloe’s voice rang through the home,”Rob?!”
Rob and Malika stood up straight causing him to moan from the clenching and the pain. His arms circled around her breast and all they heard was a cry in disgust.
“Malika!? Rob?! Oh my God?!” She yelled.
They ran backwards into his room and Malika shut the door with her back. He blushed brightly and she took his face into her hands. He stepped into her again and they kissed quietly while they listened to Khloe’s rampage.
Malika glanced down and smirked,”I was going to ask if we should continue but…”
He blushed feverishly and pulled away, his hands covering himself,”There’s something about your sister walking in on you having sex with her best friend in her house that just…gets you out of the mood.”
She laughed and leaned up to peck his lips while he pulled her in against him. She laid her head against his chest and whispered,” I really like this, Rob.”
He felt a flutter in his heart that had been gone a while and he replied,”So do I.”
They pulled apart and got dressed, him in a new pair of basketball shorts, her in a pair of his shorts and a large shirt. She reached for the door and turned around to him,”Call me…okay?”
He walked to her, pressing his chest to her back, missing the feel of her ass on his dick. He nodded his head and whispered in her ear,”Okay.”
She grinned and kissed his cheek, then was gone.
Rob plopped backward on his bed with a smile—enjoying this moment before Khloe came to him on the rampage that would surly ensue.