#erikstevenssmut

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Forty-Seven G [Part 3 of 3]

"He only knew her for a little while, But he had grown accustomed to her style She had the cutest ass he'd ever seen He did to, they were meant to be They loved to kiss on the steps of Versailles It looked like rain, mama, birds do fly I love you baby, I love you so much, Maybe we can stay in touch Meet me in another world, space and joy, Vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys…"

Prince & The Revolution – "Girls & Boys"

Summary: Erik has his flight back to M.I.T. canceled. Lucky for her...

Mature Content. As always, more smut. [Part 1]  [Part 2]

Fa'aana made the last round of collecting trash on the plane as they made their final descent into the ATL.

Erik was knocked out in his seat with his head resting against the window. She got a kick out of thinking about it, but she knew she had sucked his ass to sleep. The last few kisses he gave her after he came in her mouth found him becoming drowsy and when she went back to her seat in the galley, his eyes were already shut.

She took some time to wash her face, brush her teeth, and change her panties again. When he woke up from the in-flight announcements, she tried to ignore him as she went about her work reminding passengers to put their seats upright and to stay seated as they were about to land. His eyes watched her about the cabin, and when she went to check in with Lucy in first-class, she snuck a moist blueberry muffin back to him that she snagged from the first-class galley.

When the passengers disembarked from the plane, she had a few moments to stand near him while he waited to leave in his seat. He let his hand slip behind her legs so he could stroke her thighs while no one was looking. His row was finally exiting, and he slung his computer bag on his back. He turned to look at her and she knew he wanted to kiss her, but Mavis was nearby.

"Thanks for your excellent service," he said to her.

"You are welcome," she said. He lingered for a moment and then it got awkward when Mavis kept staring at him from across the aisle. Erik glanced at Mavis then his eyes found hers again. Nothing needed to be said. Not really. He would either call her one day out of the blue or he wouldn't. But at least she got to taste him. At least she got to feel up that thang between his legs. Mercy.

She watched him move away from her and when there was no one else on the plane, she finished a final trash check and then grabbed her own suitcase from the galley. She had the next four days off and all she wanted was some real sleep in her own bed, and some lemon pepper wings.

Once she had disembarked, she stopped in the restroom to relieve herself and then made a few phone calls. One to her roommate and another to her parents who liked to have her check in whenever she went or came back from overseas. She couldn't wait to get home and take a long soak in her bathtub.

Leaving the restroom, she ran into Mark. This had been her last flight with him as a team member, and she hoped she would be able to serve with him and Mavis again someday. They decided to have drinks together at a Chili's bar to have a proper goodbye.

"The weather has gone bad," Mark said sipping a beer as they both stared at the rain and condensation on the airport windows. Glancing at the nearby Departure/Arrival board they saw that flights were being canceled left and right.

"We made it just in time," she said licking the sugar off the rim of her second peach margarita glass. Looking around the airport it felt good to be back in Atlanta. She loved seeing the multitude of Black faces that worked the Hartsfield–Jackson International Airport. It always felt like a homecoming whenever she returned to it. Hearing the southern accents, watching how the co-workers greeted one another with that ATL charm.

She had a crush on one of the TSA workers she saw almost every day as she went through clearance. Something about the way the older gentleman said good morning to her with a syrupy drawl always made her feel special. There was also a young sista that worked at the Starbucks she rolled through before boarding who made her feel like a beloved favorite auntie. She was always asking Fa'aana about tips on how to get her braids and twist-outs to act right. Whenever Fa'anna saw that the girl was having a good hair day, she made sure to shout out, "I see you, girl!" Atlanta was not her city of birth, but she adopted it readily because she felt like the people embraced her like she was a native.

"Hey, isn't that the guy from our flight?"

Mark pointed out a tall frame hustling through the thick crowd of people scrambling to find new flights if possible.

Erik.

Fa'aana figured his connection was canceled.

"Erik!" she called out.

Mark gave her a quizzical look but she ignored it.

Erik glanced around and when he caught her eye, a big smile came across his face. He zig-zagged through the throngs of bodies over to the Chili's bar.

"Hey," she said.

"W'sup," he said.

"Mark, this is Erik, the famous guy from our flight," Fa'aana joked. Erik looked confused.

Mark held out his hand and Erik shook it.

"Ignore her. When you were on our flight a few days ago I thought you were a celebrity. Nice to meet you."

"You get grounded?" she asked.

"My connecting flight had mechanical issues and didn't make it here in time before this storm canceled everything. I have a hotel voucher for the Marriott, so I guess I'm chillin'. I was going to have my cousin come get me, but this weather is bad and he's out in Decatur, so…"

He was staring at her, his eyes bright and mischievous-looking.

"Free hotel is nice," she said.

"I'm headed down to baggage claims. I booked a flight outta here in the morning so hopefully this rain calms down before then," he said.

Fa'aana could feel Mark watching the two of them interact. He pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and laid it on the counter next to Fa'aana's empty margarita glass.

"I'm going to head out. May we fly together again soon, Ciao, Ciao," Mark said giving Fa'aana a hug and a kiss on each cheek, "Good luck tomorrow."

"Thanks," Erik said stepping back so Mark could leave.

"Ciao, Mark," she said.

Fa'aana and Erik regarded one another.

"I'll walk down to baggage with you," she said hopping off her barstool. She reached for her roller bag, but Erik grabbed it for her.

They walked side by side and rode down the escalator together.

"Fa'aana!"

Kandace, a ticket agent for Delta, waved at Fa'aana as they passed through.

"Kandy," Fa'aana said, suddenly feeling self-conscious with Erik there. Kandace looked at Erik…really looked at him, and then looked down at his hand wheeling Fa'aana's roller bag. Christ almighty. It would have to be Kandace to see her with Erik. Good ole Kandace, the person who introduced Fa'aana to Hugh…her own cousin.

Kandace stepped away from one of the self-serve ticket kiosks and gave Fa'aana a hug.

"Happy late birthday! How did the birthday night go with Hugh?" Kandace asked, emphasizing Hugh's name while staring at Erik.

"Uh, it was nice. Very nice."

Fa'aana saw Erik's eyes light up as a slick smile creased his lips.

Kandace stood there waiting for her to explain the tall glass of "fuck me please" standing right next to her.

"This is Erik," Fa'aana said. Why she was feeling so guilty unnerved her. Hugh was not her boyfriend. Hugh didn't act like he wanted to be a boyfriend. Just a fuck buddy. Kandace knew this because Fa'aana complained to her about it. The birthday night out was supposed to be a page-turner in the relationship. It was not. But Kandace was boring holes into Fa'aana's face as if she knew what she had done with Erik, twice, above the earth.

"Hey, I just got in town," Erik said. He reached out a hand and Kandace took it, eyeing him like he stole something.

"He has to go get his luggage. Grounded because of the weather," Fa'aana said.

"It's going to be a hot mess all day," Kandace said still looking at Erik.

"Lucky for me I'm off," Fa'aana said.

"I better go get my stuff," Erik said.

"Talk soon," Fa'aana said, so ready to leave the unspoken Spanish Inquisition looks Kandace was still throwing her.

Erik grabbed her roller bag again…and then clasped her free hand in his.

"Nice meeting you," he said pulling Fa'aana away toward the baggage carousels. Kandace's mouth dropped open and Fa'aana scurried to keep up with Erik.

Erik kept her hand in his while they watched bags roll past. His duffel popped down the conveyor and he grabbed it, draping it over one arm. She reached for her bag.

"Nah, I got it. How are you getting home?" he asked.

"I just go out and catch a Lyft—"

"Let's share one then. My hotel is nearby."

Once again, he took lead and pulled her gently toward the airport exit. She pointed out the best spot to catch a ride without antagonizing the local cab drivers. He pulled out his cell while she held onto her bag.

"Should be here in about fifteen minutes," he said.

"We'll see in this weather," she said looking at the arrival terminal packed with vehicles trying to maneuver around each other and security hustling them along if they sat too long.

Fa'aana felt her cell vibrate in her small travel purse. She pulled it out and felt her face crinkle. Hugh.

"You just got me in trouble," she said.

"With who?"

"Hey, Hugh, what's going on?" She answered her phone in a sing-song voice like she was so excited to hear from him.

"'sup, Hugh!" Erik called into the speaker and Fa'aana gave him a heated look and moved away from him.

"Who was that?" Hugh asked.

"It's hard to hear you, I'm outside the airport waiting for a ride."

She was trying to buy time to think.

"Kandy told me she saw you."

"Yeah, a few minutes ago—"

"With some man."

Erik had a big grin on his face. He was enjoying this too much.

"Yeah…"

"Yeah, what?"

"Just yeah—"

Erik took her phone from her.

"Yo, Hugh, 'sup mayne? I'm Erik, Fa'aana's cousin. Just got in town. Heard a lot about you," Erik said making faces at Fa'aana. She wasn't sure if she wanted to sock him or be grateful for the save. Kandace didn't waste any time snitching.

"Her cousin—?"

Fa'aana could hear his voice on the phone, Erik held it tilted so she could listen too.

"Yeah, we 'bout to ride over to the Marriott right now. I have a long ass layover because of this storm, so we're going to kick it there for a minute and have some drinks and catch up. You should come through."

Fa'aana felt her face blanch. What was he trying to do?

Their Lyft arrived.

"Our ride is here, lemme give the phone back to Fa'aana," Erik said.

She took back her phone and glared at Erik. She wanted to go home and change clothes and take a bath, and eat her food, and get into her bed, and…

Erik was looking down at her, his eyes taking in her legs. He reached out for the handle of the back passenger door and opened it for her.

"Hugh?" she said while stepping into the car. Erik placed their travel bags in the trunk.

"I'm at the office still—"

"Don't worry about coming down here. Erik and I will be done before you even try to get out in this weather—"

"No, I'm coming down. Marriott bar, right? I'll see you as soon as I finish up here."

He hung up first.

"What the fuck Erik?"

"Don't get nervous, girl. You want this nigga, right? You sounded really excited about dinner with him the first time I met you. But it turned out wack. He didn't even blow your back out. On your special day, deadass?"

She gave him a surprised look.

"You didn't have to tell me that, I could tell. You slobbed down my dick like you was starving, Ma."

She felt her face start to slide sideways when her eyes caught the Lyft driver's eyes in the rearview.

"Stop talking," she said holding her face in her hands.

"Ignore us," Erik told the driver.

"I shouldn't have messed around with you. You young guys just want to play—"

"My age ain't got nothing to do with anything—"

"My life is just to amuse you right now?"

His face took on a contemplative countenance.

"I have twenty-four free hours to use up until I dip, so yes, this will amuse me."

The fantasy was over. She had misjudged him. He was a knucklehead and she had made the mistake of confusing a thick dick and some intense orgasms with maturity. Won't make that mistake again. As soon as they reached the Marriott, she would never have to see him again.

"Whatchu thinkin' about?"

"Poor choices."

"What that mean?"

"This isn't fun or funny to me. This is my real life, not your entertainment."

He pondered her words.

"When you told me about the date, you sounded really disappointed. I got the impression that this guy was on the fence with you. Which, in my opinion, is fucking ridiculous. Let's see what he's about. You feel like he's not into you, but he's quick to hit you up just to see who the fuck I am. That means one of two things: he digs you and can't figure out how to please you and he's scared of losing you, or he don't want some other nigga sniffing around what he thinks is his…even if he don't really want you. Let's find out—"

"I'm not interested."

"Then just have a drink with me and you can leave."

"I said I'm not interested."

They were silent on the rest of the way to the hotel. Erik tried to rub her thigh and touch her hand, but she shook him off. Fatigue was coming down on her. Any attraction or feelings she had developed for him faded…shriveled up on the vine and died.

"Fa'aana…I'm sorry. I read your situation wrong."

"No worries. Forget about it."

The Lyft pulled up in front of the Marriott.

Erik jumped out to get his duffle bag and his computer bag. He stuck his head back inside the car.

"Let me check in first and then just have one drink with me. Call your man up and tell him not to come…tell him I changed plans. They have a jacuzzi in here and a heated pool. We can stick our feet in and talk—"

"No, thank you."

"C'mon Fa'aana. Give me a chance to make it up to you. I feel bad now."

"Bye, Erik."

The rain pelted down hard and made visibility difficult, but the Lyft driver was very careful and Fa'aana arrived at her apartment building safe.

Dragging her bag to her unit, she felt her legs get weary.

The apartment smelled clean, like her roomie Dianne had spit-shined the place for her return. Tossing her keys on an end table and reaching for her mail, she heard Dianne in her bedroom. After a good rest, she would be open to telling her roommate about the fine asshole she left back at the Marriot. She hoped Erik would remember her mouth as being the best at thirty-thousand feet. What a fucking let down.

She had felt such a surge of excitement when Erik had grabbed her hand in front of Kandace. He had taken charge and her panties did get a little moist when she threaded her fingers with his and followed him out of the airport. If he had just kept his mouth shut, she would've gone to his hotel room and spread her legs wide for him. Would've let him slam that horse dick deep down in-

The fuck?

Dianne wasn't alone in her bedroom.

The male groaning that was filtering out into their shared living room space was a sorry noise she was all too familiar with.

Hugh.

Fa'aana stood rooted.

One part of her thought about storming into the bedroom and making a scene, but instead, she didn't care. In fact, she started giggling and had to cover her mouth and nose with her hand because she almost snorted. As she listened to Dianne, she could tell her roomie was faking her pleasure. Two years living together and having men run in and out between them, she knew the real sound of Dianne getting off compared to the fake moaning she was selling Hugh. And since she wasn't the one getting fucked by him, she could really hear how basic he sounded while fucking. She let his job and status as a city planner, his ability to take her to fancy places around fancy people blind her to the fact that his stroke game was lacking. Pitiful.

Dianne fell for the glitter of him too. Now she was reaping a bargain basement tryst. Hugh had been with her while he was calling Fa'aana at the airport to see what new dick she was walking around with. Sorry ass.

Erik was right. That nigga in there boning half her rent didn't want her. He just didn't want anyone else messing with her just to be spiteful. He was going to screw Dianne, then come to the hotel just to see what she was bringing to the table. And the table would've been blessed.

There was no need to cry or get upset or make a fuss over trash dick that didn't want her. Dianne could have him.

Fa'aana tip-toed back out of the apartment with her bag. She had clean clothes in her suitcase. She could freshen up at the hotel.

If Erik would let her.

The Lyft she called came quicker than expected. When she dialed Erik's number, he answered on the second ring.

"Can I see you?" she asked.

"Yeah. I can get dressed and meet you at the bar—"

"Don't bother getting dressed," she said.

"Whatchu tryna get into, Ma?"

"You," she said.

"Bring that pretty mouth over here then."

"Text me the—"

BOOM.

Before she had finished asking, his room number had already popped up on her phone.

Erik opened the door wearing a comfy pair of low-slung blue joggers and no shirt. The chain necklace with the ring he wore dangled between his pecs. His eyes seemed to caress her face when he looked at her.

A creeping shyness came over Fa'aana as she stood in the hallway with her suitcase. Her mind went to being on the plane with him the first time when she rested her head on his chest. The incredible naked chest she was staring at right now. On both sides of his chest, right below his collar bone, there were two round half a dime-sized keloid scars that puckered up his rich nutmeg brown skin. Smooth. Shiny. She wanted to reach up and touch them. They were perfectly shaped and distanced like they were placed there on purpose and not just natural scarring…

"Come in," he said stepping back.

He took her suitcase for her and placed it by an open closet door. She walked into the room and looked around the fancy digs.

"Nice," she said.

"Sit down," he said.

She went to sit on the small couch near the window. He sprawled out on his king-sized bed, lying on his stomach and staring at her.

"What changed your mind?" he asked.

A haughty chuckle spilled from her mouth at first and then she chewed on her bottom lip feeling it tremble. Before she could stop them, tears began falling. The smile on Erik's face changed to concern. He jumped off the bed and moved to sit next to her rubbing her back.

"What happened, Fa'aana?"

She quickly wiped her face.

"You were right…you were right…"

"About?"

"Hugh. That asshole. I went back to my apartment and I heard him fucking my roommate."

"Damn…sorry, Ma. That's a dick move on his part. Your roommate too."

"I stood there listening to him and…she is getting the worst dick ever…"

Erik started laughing and Fa'aana felt her spirit soar from the sound of his vibrant voice.

"No woman should cry over trash dick. Dry them tears, girl. C'mere."

He wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingers and kissed both her cheeks.

"Fuck him. Fuck her too. Okay?"

She nodded and sat back away from him wiping her face with her hands.

"I just really like the idea of him. He was handsome, successful...he said all the right things. Lived in the right neighborhood. Drove the right car. Good kisser. He acted like he liked me too—"

"He didn't like you; he liked your pussy."

Fa'aana's eyes snapped up to his when she heard the crude remark.

"I'm being real witchu. Niggas be like that. He liked that you didn't pressure him. All this casual dating. You not around all the time because of your job. He could hit it and run to the next bitch when he felt like it—"

"So it's my fault he's fucking my roommate?"

"I didn't say all that. You were being open with your heart and that good puss between your legs. He took advantage because he didn't have to work to get you. Sorry to say it, but if pussy is too easy to get, it ain't worth it. Men like the challenge—"

"The challenge…"

"When we were on the plane together and playing the trivia game, did you see how fast I got up to find out who was challenging my wins? When I saw it was you, I wanted to know what was up. What made you tick. Had to play against you again. I was focused on you and wanted to be near you. Simple shit you did like telling me we should stop messing around. That made me want you more. That's real. Compare that to this chick that was sitting across from me on the plane. She was coming at me all hard, just basically telling me we could go into the bathroom and fuck. I'm barely in my seat and she's throwing pussy at me. Easy pussy ain't always good pussy—"

"So my pussy was trash to Hugh because I made myself too available?"

"You don't have trash puss, girl. Believe that. That nigga kept coming back. He'll keep coming back too if you let him. You ain't the one he wants to settle down with. You the one he wants to fuck on the regular until he's ready. Cut him off."

"Done."

"No, I mean for real Fa'aana. I know how you women do. Get your feelings hurt, then you start missing a nigga, and when he comes begging, you feel sorry and give him a chance again. Rinse and repeat. You just got back in town from being overseas working hard with funky ass demanding passengers…some with bad attitudes… and that man ain't tryna run up in your guts right now cuz he misses you? Nah, bruh. Wouldn't be me. We'd be in bed right now fucking all day. I'd be making your pussy sloppy as fuck."

His eyes dropped down to her lips and she felt a tremor in her belly and a heat blooming in her chest and face. The way he talked. The way he looked and looked at her in that moment.

"Don't waste your time on niggas who don't want you. It ain't no reflection on your worth. Some people just ain't for you. That's all. When a man is feeling you, really feeling you…he will do what he gotta do to be around you as much as he can. If he don't, you just a toy to him. Something to poke on when he in the mood. And if it ain't you, it'll be the next easy bitch on his playlist."

He rubbed her back again.

"This has been a shitty day for you so far. Lemme take care of you. Go take a shower and have a little nap. I'll take you to the Aquarium and we'll have dinner together here at the hotel. I'll give you the proper birthday experience you wanted. That hoe ass bitch didn't give it to you. I will."

"Erik…"

"You deserve it. Lemme do it. I'm here for a whole day. Use me. It'll be fun."

He stood and pulled her up by her hands.

"Go get out of this uniform, and take a shower."

He gave her a soft nudge toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to watch some tv. Handle your business, girl."

Hot water drizzled over her shoulders and back. She let her hair get wet and the curls tightened. She took a long shower and used up all of his shower gel. She made a note to call room service to bring him more.

Stepping out of the shower stall she wrapped a towel around her head and her body. Refreshed and actually energized by the water, she glanced around the bathroom and noticed that she left her fresh clothes on top of her suitcase. She could hear a basketball game on and Erik talking to the tv scolding players who were doing terrible.

She opened the bathroom door and tip-toed to his closet.

"Why you sneaking? Get comfortable," he said.

She stopped and stared at him. His eyes took all of her in. He shifted his body on the couch. She grabbed her clean t-shirt and jeans.

"Change out here," he said. He sat up from the couch.

Why not?

She tossed her clothes on his bed and dried her hair first, fluffing it out with her fingers.

"All that hair," he said leaning back. His legs spread a bit and he let his right-hand rest on his thigh.

She felt bold.

Unfastening the towel around her she slowly dried herself watching his eyes drag up and down her nude body. His right hand inched closer to his groin.

"Damn. You got a pretty body."

She dropped her hands down to dry her legs, letting the thick white towel rub against her dark brown thighs. She patted herself between her legs and she saw his hips shift on the couch. He squeezed himself between his legs.

She dried her feet.

"Go put your work heels back on," he said, his voice just above a whisper.

"Why?"

"Just do it. Amuse me," he said winking at her. She dropped the towel on the bed and padded over to the closet. She slipped her feet in her black five-inch pumps.

"Come over here and stand in front of the window," he said.

She sauntered over.

"Pretty little chocolate nipples. Do they taste like candy?" he asked. She smiled.

"Why don't you try them and find out?"

"I will, believe that."

She saw the tent in his joggers and his fingers gripping it like he couldn't control it.

"Put your palms against the window and poke your ass out," he said.

He was openly stroking his dick through his clothes.

She positioned herself and looked back at him.

"Nah. Don't look at me. Look out the window. Don't move nothing but your hips, girl. Circle that shit hella slow….yeah…yeah…just like that…slower…"

She could hear him pulling his joggers down and his breathing becoming heavy.

'Keeping doing that…ah shit…keep…shit…keep moving like that…don't look back at me Fa'aana…"

She could hear the sound of his hand jerking off his cock. She wanted to watch him so bad. She stared out of the window looking at nothing in particular, but then she caught his reflection and she could see his hand moving up and down. She gasped and slowed down her hips.

"Ooh…baby…do that shit for me…damn…just like that…got me gripping wood over here like a muthafucka bitch…damn…"

She heard him stand up and she looked back at him.

"I said don't look at me."

His hand gripped the back of her neck and he pressed her cheek hard against the glass.

"One thing you need to know about me Fa'aana, when I tell you to do something, you betta do it. I mean that shit, girl. Poke that ass out."

She moaned against the glass and pushed her cheeks back. She felt his right hand patting her vulva.

"I knew you'd be wet already. You start dripping so easy for me, huh?"

He gripped his erection and rubbed it against her pussy lips, teasing her entrance.

"Get a condom, Erik, " she breathed out with concern and his left hand gripped her neck tighter.

"Did I say I was going to fuck you right now? I'm just giving you a little preview. Move them hips."

The cold of the glass was the exact opposite of the heat slickening the tip of his fingers and his fat cock. She felt the bulge of his wide tip tapping against her opening again.

"You got some big thighs for your size, girl. That the Samoan in you coming out?"

She laughed and her breath fogged up the window

"Keep winding them hips…shit…"

He released his grip on her neck and she felt him rubbing his dick on her ass cheek. It was so hot. He was a furnace just like his ex-girlfriend said. She wondered if it was Chloe.

"Now look back at me Fa'aana, let me see them big round eyes of yours pretty girl."

She almost felt overwhelmed by the intensity in his dark brown eyes. They had grown darker and his lips were parted open, his tongue licking his bottom lip. His breath was erratic.

"I'm gonna nut on your ass, okay?" he choked out.

She moved her lower half even slower and arched her back more.

"Ooohhh," he groaned, and she watched a heavy dripping of pre-cum fall on her ass cheek. She wanted to melt all over his dick.

"Keep moving like that…fuck! Keep on…keep on…"

"Erik," she whined. She wanted his hands on her.

He started hitting her ass cheeks with his stiff dick, spanking her with it and rubbing the length of it up against the crack in her ass. She could feel his heavy balls and so much heat coming from him.

His hands shocked her when he reached up and tweaked her nipples with his fingers while still rubbing his length against her backside. Another deluge of pre-cum spilled on her. He let go of her nipples and she twisted sideways to watch him as he violently fisted himself against her ass. His thumb and index finger were slick against her skin.

"I been wanting to cum on this cute little ass since I first saw you on the plane, girl."

His eyes seared into hers. God, he was so damn big, and he was this excited because of her. Wetness was sliding down her legs from her own pussy, the tension in her clit was killing her. He wasn't touching her there on purpose.

"Can I nut on you Fa'aana, please?"

Was he begging her?

"You want to cum on my tight little ass?" she asked.

He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned so loud in her ear that it made her pussy jump. He was hunched up all over her back, the weight of him smashing her harder into the glass.

"I'll let you cum on me if you promise to wreck my shit later—"

His eyes popped open and he stepped back, glaring at her. He really began beating his meat hard against her cheeks.

"Promise me, Erik. You'll beat this tight little pussy up-?"

His eyes snapped shut and he was yelling in her ear as he spurt hot ropes of his creamy goodness all over her backside.

"Look what you made me do!" he hissed pushing her against the glass again, stroking the rest of his release on her.

When he had no more to give, he staggered back and stared down at her. She kept winding her hips while his fluid dripped down the back of her thighs.

"Go take another shower so we can get up outta here," he said slapping her butt. Some of his cum soaked his fingers and she bent her head to lick it off. He raised up her chin and bent down to kiss her fully on the lips. His tongue was swift to explore her mouth. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked her over to the bathroom and pulled away from her lips reluctantly.

"Go get ready."

She jumped down from him and kicked off her heels.

It was so much better the second time around.

The trip to the aquarium was fun for her and for Erik. He was just as excited watching manta rays and sharks swim around as she was. Because of the weather, it wasn't very crowded. They spent a long time sitting and watching marine life around them while holding hands.

His cell phone rang a couple of times and when he turned his phone to mute, she saw the picture of a gorgeous dark-skinned woman hugged up against him as his screensaver. Erik looked like he was in love in the photo while the woman, who was smiling, looked indifferent. No not indifferent. Distant. She looked older too by a few years. That seemed to be his thing. Older women.

Dinner at the hotel restaurant was so much better than the overpriced fiasco Hugh took her to.

She and Erik enjoyed stuffed crab legs and porterhouse steaks. He even bought high-end champagne for her. They were tipsy and well-fed by the time they hit the hotel bar for a nightcap.

She shared pictures of her family from San Diego and also over on the American Samoa islands. He commented that she looked like her paternal grandmother on the island. Same round face and big eyes full of warmth. He shared no photos of his parents but had plenty of his friends from school and in Oakland. The most stunning picture was of a woman he said was his cousin in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Her name was Marisol and she was dressed in a red and yellow carnival costume. Her skin was so dark and smooth like polished obsidian. He looked high in the picture and his tongue was sticking out in a way that was naughty.

She was laughing about his story about his older cousin Junie who had moved to Atlanta after giving up Oakland for a woman who was already married. Only he didn't find out until he had moved in with her…and the husband.

She was wiping away tears of laughter when her name was called with an angry voice behind it.

"Hugh," she said scooting away from Erik at the bar. She gulped down the whiskey sour she was drinking. She felt Erik tense up next to her.

Hugh stood about an inch taller than Erik, broad-shouldered, broad body language, and chiseled features. His heavy brow looked bothered and his tawny brown complexion was slightly wet from the rain outside.

"I've been calling you all day. You haven't been checking your phone?"

She reached into her travel purse and checked. Yep. Several calls and missed texts. Oh well. She forgot to text him and tell him not to come looking for her and Erik.

"I thought something happened to you because of the weather," Hugh said. His eyes wrenched away from hers and gazed at Erik.

"You're Erik?" Hugh asked.

Erik brought his tumbler of Hennessey up to his lush lips. He drank a bit and then put the glass down on the bar counter.

"'sup," he said.

"We were busy," she said and started giggling when she looked at Erik and a slick smile curled his lips.

"Doing what for five hours?" Hugh asked.

"What's with all the interrogation, homie? Watchu been doing for five hours?" Erik asked.

Fa'aana watched Hugh's face carefully.

"I came down here because I thought you all would be here earlier."

"Well, we here now. Pull up a seat. Grab a drink," Erik said.

Fa'aana was on an Erik high and she let him dictate what would happen. She sat between the two men and they tossed back shots as Erik regaled Hugh with made up stories about a fabricated childhood as her cousin. Hugh was buying it and Erik lead the conversation into areas that showed Fa'aana what a poor choice Hugh was for a boyfriend or anything else. He was judgmental, hated poor people, and only worked for the city to get connections for his resume. Sitting there listening to him, she was embarrassed for Erik to know that she at one time wanted this man so bad.

She was on her second red wine when she felt Erik's hand brush against her thigh. He leaned in very close and whispered in her ear.

"I'm ready to go upstairs. I wanna go fuck."

Her wine went down the wrong pipe and she coughed. Erik rubbed her back and Hugh gave him a harsh look at his touch. It wasn't the touch of a relative.

Hugh slid off the barstool and grabbed his coat.

"It's getting late," Hugh said reaching for Fa'aana's arm. Erik slipped his hand around her waist and eased her closer to him on her barstool seat.

"We're going to hang out a little longer, bruh. Aye, Fa'aana, why don't you call your roommate and have her come down? I'd like to meet her. We can have a little party. She single right?"

Fa'aana saw Hugh's face freeze for a few seconds before he was pulling on her arm again, forcing her off of the barstool.

"Aye, yo, dawg, you ain't gotta be pulling on her like that," Erik said, his eyes narrowing and his voice going low.

"Fa'aana, let's go," Hugh said ignoring Erik.

"She's staying with me. You can bounce if you want," Erik said glaring.

"Tell your cousin to chill, and let's leave," Hugh said trying to put some bass in his voice.

Erik tossed back the last of his Hennessey.

"I'm not her cousin," Erik said.

"You're not her cousin? Then who the hell are you?" Hugh said, his eyes wavering between Fa'aana's face and Erik's.

"The man who's about to take her upstairs and fuck the dog shit outta her," Erik said grabbing her hand and pulling her by his side.

"Fa'aana?" Hugh said.

Erik stepped in front of Hugh.

"Nigga, you had some good ass pussy in front of you and you wasted it. Now she's about to bounce on my dick. Say goodnight and dip."

Fa'aana had never seen Hugh look so flustered.

Erik pulled a few bills from his pocket and tossed it on the bar.

"Drinks on me, Hugh," Erik said leading Fa'aana away from the bar. She glanced back at Hugh and called to him.

"Dianne should still be home."

His expression was priceless.

They wasted no time getting undressed.

The minute they were in the room she was pulling down her jeans and he was pulling his shirt off.

Seeing him fully naked was a gift from God, and she silently thanked his parents for having him. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She bounced up on it and laughed. He jumped on it and pulled her on top of him so he could kiss her.

His lips.

Did she really know what kissing was before Erik?

At first, she thought he would kiss her for a little bit and then start grabbing for her body, but he took his time and savored her mouth. She was a bit antsy when she thought he was going on a little longer than she was used to, and then something clicked in her and the kissing became the most erotic thing ever with him.

The heat. The pillowy softness. The way he nipped at her top and bottom lip with his teeth, his juicy fullness causing her to pant and want to bite him back. When he put his entire mouth over hers and she found herself smacking her lips like he was a snack she would never have again, she knew she was in trouble. She was sticky between her legs and he hadn't even touched the apex of her thighs yet.

By the time he released her lips, she was fighting to get her mouth back on his.

"Lemme get your pussy ready," he said.

He spanked her ass.

"Sit on my face, girl."

She shimmied up his body and squatted over his open mouth. When the tip of his tongue flicked her clit, she hissed so loud and pulled up from him.

"Damn, your pussy is swole up so fat," he groaned. He flattened his tongue and she watched him lick a wide swathe of her sensitive wet vulva and she whimpered.

"You want to cum on my mouth or on my dick?" he asked.

"Both," she said.

He laughed.

"Okay," he said.

His tongue swirled around her folds and when he started humming on the tender flesh there, she threw her head back.

"God, Erik!"

Her legs felt shaky and she plucked on her own nipples with warm fingers. Erik pulled his lips away from her.

"You on the verge, baby."

"Please…fuck me, Erik."

He flipped her over gently. His heavy erection was jutting out.

"Hold up," he said. He left the bed and padded over to his closet, his dick bobbing as he walked. Rummaging through his duffle bag he pulled out a box of condoms. He pulled one out and placed the box on the nightstand. She took the condom from him and sat up on her knees. He stood at the foot of the bed as she sucked on his dick, licking the sides and kissing his sack. She unwrapped the condom. Using her mouth, she gave him head and rolled the condom on him with just her tongue.

"Damn," he uttered.

"Old college tricks," she said.

"Lay back," he said.

She lifted her knees and spread her thighs wide. Her eyes stared at his thickness.

"Don't be scared," he said, "I'll make it fit."

He lined himself against her folds. She tensed up.

"Relax, baby. I got you. I promise."

He pushed in and the pressure was heavy on her walls.

"Erik."

Her right hand went up against his stomach and pushed him back.

"Hold on, girl. Give me a minute. I'm 'bout to grow a little bit more—"

"More?" she yelped staring down at the hot battering ram that was already giving her second thoughts.

"You feel it?" he asked.

She did, he was getting harder. His hands reached down and twisted her pert dark nipples. He made them so sensitive by flicking and tugging at the right intervals. His eyes were dripping with lust.

"Damn, you feel so good. Hugh didn't deserve this pussy. You know that right? Your body wants me. Just me right now…see…I can feel you stretching… oh, you're stretching so nice for me. You're stretching, baby…"

"Erik!" she cried out.

"Here you go. I know that pussy is hungry for me. See? Look at it…look at it…so wet…"

He slid in further with ease and she could feel her walls accommodating his girth.

"Lift them legs up high, girl. I'm tryna get deep. That's it…that's it…fuck, your pussy is swallowing my dick right now. Play with your clit for me."

Her fingers slipped down to her mound and Erik watched her pluck at the sensitive bundle as he fucked her slow and deep.

"That nigga gave up this shit? Damn. Raise up shawty…yeah raise them hips up…'bout to get balls deep now. Shit, you feel that? Your pussy doesn't want to let me go," he groaned.

He stroked her puffy hair and brushed a thick curl away from her eye. He leaned down to kiss her.

"You're beautiful when you make love, Fa'aana."

His lips found hers again and she submitted to anything he wanted to do to her. She wound her hips and met him slow thrust for slow thrust. She broke away from his kisses when he started hitting a new spot on her walls. Her eyes went to look at his shaft.

"You like watching me, huh? You like watching my dick fuck your wet pussy. Go 'head. Look at it. That's yours. That's all yours."

This wasn't what she expected from him. She thought it would be all wham bam and skeet and skedaddle. She asked him to beat her folds up. He was actually giving her what she needed. So different from Hugh. He was talking to her, touching every inch of her body, checking in with how she was feeling. Asking her if she wanted him to go slower or faster.

"You hear that, baby? You hear that? Your pussy is talking to me."

He lifted her head up so she could see his dick disappearing and reappearing from between her folds.

She watched his lips pucker up and he let a long string of saliva fall from his mouth onto his dick and he continued fucking her. He was speeding up. She reached up and grabbed his ass trying to get him inside her deeper if that was even possible.

"You want to cum on my dick?" he asked.

"Yes!" she shouted.

"Turn over."

She scrambled back from his dick and got on her hands and knees for him. He lifted onto his knees and plunged back into her.

She gasped and almost fell over.

"You're so big Erik. I'm so wide open it's not even funny," she yelped trying to keep her balance. He shoved her head down to the mattress and gripped the back of her neck. He snapped his hips hard and her mouth flew open. No wonder he wanted to know if she wanted to cum on his dick, his sack was slapping hard against her swollen clit. The friction was unbearable. She wasn't going to last at this rate. He was grunting loud now.

"I see you really creaming now…fuck…I'm hitting that spot, huh?"

"Yes! Keep going…keep going…mmhmm"

"You ready to nut on my dick, girl?"

He was gripping her waist and slamming his cock into her now. Her folds were over-stretched, her clit over-stimulated, and his balls were hitting—

"I'm cumming!" she screamed. He kept rocking his hips into her hard, his sack smashed against her spasming clit putting more pressure on it.

"Fa'aana!" he yelled and she felt him go rigid as his dick swelled inside of her. God, she wished they didn't use a condom. She wanted to feel his hot cum drench her walls. She threw her ass back on him and he pulled her hair hard.

The comedown was slow and when Erik pulled out his dick, she couldn't move for a long time. He acted the same way after he disposed of the used condom and curled up behind her. His body heat surrounded her and she turned to face him and have it envelop all of her. He kissed her until her heart finally stopped thundering so fast in her chest.

"Shit, girl. You gonna fuck around and make a nigga fall in love witcho little ass," he said curling his arms around her.

She slapped his chest.

"Okay, petite ass," he corrected and she smiled into his chest.

They went through two more condoms before the night was really over for them.

She found him sitting up at the edge of the bed looking out of the window at dawn. His muscular back was beautiful and she wanted to hold onto it again.

It was still raining outside. She hoped it would continue coming down. Maybe his flight would be canceled again. Maybe he could stay with her for another night.

She rolled over and touched his back. His left hand slid back and cradled her hand.

"Did the rain wake you up?" she asked

"Nah. I just woke up a few minutes ago. I like the rain. It reminds me of my parents. They used to make love whenever it was rainy outside. No matter what time of day. If they were home and it started pouring, they would disappear into their bedroom."

He looked back at her and smiled.

"I was born on a rainy day. Lots of thunder and lightning. My father gave me the middle name of N'Jadaka. It means "one who brings down thunder."

She sat up and pulled her legs to her chest.

"Next time it rains, I'm going to think of you," she said.

"C'mere," he said.

She slinked over to him, her naked body primed for his touch and kisses.

The fourth time they made love, they didn't use a condom. She gripped his back, her nails digging into his flesh as her legs wrapped around his waist tight. He spilled into her raw and hot, her name falling from his lips as he pounded her folds into submission.

Morning arrived gray and cool, and before she turned over to look, she knew he was gone from her side. No goodbyes. Nothing messy. No false promises to keep in touch. She was sore and a little bruised on her thighs and felt damn good about it.

She ordered room service and took a hot bubble bath in the hotel tub while she waited for her breakfast. By the time she was packed and ready to leave the Marriott, her cell phone vibrated.

A text message.

From him.

Caught my flight. Be good, pretty girl.

She smiled. She was going to be more than good.

And maybe, just maybe, somewhere and sometime in the future, they could fly together again.

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Author’s Note: Hi! Thanks for reading. If you liked this story, please check out Erik’s next adventure in “Say Less”!

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Forty-Seven G [Part 1 of 3]

"U r flying aboard the Seduction 747 And this plane is fully equipped with anything your body desires

If 4 any reason there is a loss in cabin pressure I will automatically drop down 2 apply more

2 activate the flow of excitement Extinguish all clothing materials and pull my body close 2 yours Place my lips over your mouth and kiss, kiss

Normally, in the event there is overexcitement Your seat cushion may be used as a flotation device…"

Prince – "International Lover"

Summary:  Erik Killmonger takes a break from M.I.T. to fly to a friend's wedding and gives a flight attendant working on her birthday a lovely gift. Mature Content. Basically, smut y’all. Enjoy.  

Fa'aana Brown greeted each passenger on board the Boeing 777 with a practiced charm and a wide smile of her pearly whites. She had stepped in for the lead flight attendant, Lucy, who had to take care of a surly passenger who insisted that his first-class accommodations were not to his liking because he wanted a window seat instead of the aisle seat he had already paid for.

Thankfully their international flight to the Leonardo da Vinci–Fiumicino Airport wasn't crowded. It was the offseason in Rome, so many of the flight attendants would be able to rest on this leg of their trip. Fa'aana would be in charge of the galley in the rear section of the plane, and when she glanced at her watch, she saw they would actually leave the gate relatively early by the looks of the dwindling number of passengers coming down the ramp.

"Whew, problem solved, our Mr. Clayton has been satisfied," Lucy said, tucking a loose strand of her chemically-treated blonde hair behind her ear.

"Did you move him?"

"No, just set him up with some bourbon and cookies. He just wanted to be catered to." "I bet it was that southern accent of yours too."

Lucy smirked.

"A Charleston, South Carolina belle here at your service Mr. Clayton," Lucy said in a breathy voice and batting her false eye-lashes.

"Work it, honey," Fa'aana said handing the speakerphone to Lucy so she could make final announcements before take-off.

"See ya later," Lucy said as Fa'aana made her final cabin check from the mid-section to the back, closing overhead bins and assisting passengers with bags that didn't fit under their seats.

Her temporary work husband Mark, a soft-spoken flight attendant from Spain, was in the galley filling up their snack carts and checking supplies for the ten-hour flight.

"Looks like a cake-walk," Mark said glancing out and peeping the less than full cabin.

Fa'aana checked the pre-heat timer of the convection oven as it waited to be used for the in-flight meal of penne pasta and meatballs.

"Let's hope so. Lucy put out a little fire with a man in first class. Other than that, we are looking good," she said.

Fa'aana did a final check to make sure things were secure before take-off in the galley when she noticed a last-minute passenger making his way toward the back.

Something about his swagger down the left side of the aisle made her know he was American. He was Black and a part of her always got excited when she saw Black people on international flights. So many of her friends back in Atlanta complained about working so hard and not being able to afford overseas travel. Staycations were the theme in her clique, so seeing another Black person going out of the country was exciting for her. It was part of the reason why she became a flight attendant, even though her workload didn't really allow that dream of fun/leisure world travel to come to fruition as much over the past two years. She did her best to encourage others to get out of America. She even wrote a little travel blog that got quite a few hits. She aimed her tips toward single Black women trying to make the globe-trotting lifestyle worth their time and coins.

Round black sunglasses, form-fitting black woven Nike tracksuit, and expensive track kicks. Nice dark mustache, a soul patch, and a light scruffy beard. Fresh cornrows with intricate braid patterns decorated the top of his head, with the sides shaved low. His head bent down to check his ticket and when he found his seat, he opened the overhead bin to toss in a small duffle bag. He pulled a small black computer bag from his back and sat down, tucking the bag under the seat in front of him.

Fa'aana walked down to his seat when she noticed that the straps to his duffle bag were sticking out from under the overhead bin. She opened the bin and tucked in his straps. When she glanced down, his dark lenses were looking up at her and she saw his lips. Up close.

Lord have mercy.

His lips were so lush and full. And his braids smelled so good, fresh coconut oil…

"Thanks, Ma," he said.

"Welcome aboard," she said.

He took off his dark glasses and stared at her chest. She was about to feel offended but then he glanced back up at her face.

"Is that a Polynesian name?" he asked. She realized he was looking at her name tag.

He had a regional accent she was trying to place.

"Yes, it is. Samoan."

"You Samoan?"

"My father is half. Other half Black. Mother Black too."

She thought she looked obviously Black. She was darker than he was by a shade and her hair texture was thick like her Mama's and shrunk up tight when she washed it. Her shoulder-length curls were slicked up with aloe gel and knotted on top of her head for work. He nodded staring at her face. His eyes were kind of intense. She felt like he was studying her.

He tried pronouncing her name and she laughed. So did the passenger sitting at the window seat. The middle seat was empty.

"I sound like a dolphin saying it, huh?" His smile revealed dimples in his cheeks.

Her fingers went to her lips to keep herself from laughing at him again.

"How do you say it?" he asked.

"We pronounce all the vowels like this…"

She said it for him and his eyes watched her lips. She felt her stomach flutter and she was beginning to feel warm.

"Pretty," he said, "Fuh-ah-nuh…"

"Close enough," she said as he tried several passes to catch the right way.

In her periphery, she saw Mark waving to her from the back.

"Enjoy your flight," she said heading toward the galley once again.

Mark pulled her to the side.

"Is he famous?" he asked.

"What?"

"Is he a singer? Rapper? Actor?"

"I don't know—"

"He has that look. He carries himself like a celebrity. Dark glasses and all…"

"Lots of people wear dark glasses on long flights, Mark. Red eyes from being tired."

Mavis, an older Black flight attendant who could run circles around the entire crew burst into the back carrying a small plastic bag of trash.

"Ooh, y'all see that cutie in forty-seven G?" she said putting the trash away.

"Does he look like someone famous?" Mark asked.

Mavis patted her short cut wig and looked at them both.

"Not really, but man, he got it going on. Body all tight…lips all—"

"Okay, okay, let's focus on the job at hand you guys," Fa'aana said.

The pre-flight video played on every individual passenger screen and Fa'aana was happy to feel the plane backing away from the gate. Once they had reached cruising altitude, she could start the drink and snack cart run and then relax for a bit before the dinner run.

Buckled up into her galley seat she could see down the aisle and saw the arm of the man in forty-seven G lying on the outer armrest.

A young white woman sitting across from him in the middle row was talking to him with animated energy, and he was holding an earbud in his hand while listening to her. The woman leaned across her armrest and Forty-Seven G stuck his earbud back in and turned away from her. The woman looked shocked and eased back into her seat.

Fa'aana chuckled wondering what transpired to make him ignore the woman so abruptly.

She thought of him trying to say her name. Most people would slaughter it and then try to pronounce it the way they wanted to say it, making it easy for them. Or, they just nicknamed her "Ana". But as her Daddy used to tell her, if people can pronounce fucking Schwarzenegger or Tchaikovsky, they could pronounce her name correctly too. And Mr. Forty-Seven G did his best to get it right. God bless him.

Cruising Altitude.

She unfastened her seat in the galley and began the careful push of the metal snack/drink cart down the aisle. Mark worked the left side of the plane and part of the middle and she worked the right and the other half of the middle. Most of the passengers wanted the free wine and peanuts, and because their section wasn't completely full, they were moving right along.

When Fa'aana made it to forty-seven F, she was able to see the tight-lipped white woman who tried to holler at forty-seven G. The woman looked to be in her early twenties with overly caked make-up, and hair teased to look like a wavy cascade of light brown curls.

"Cookies, peanuts?" Fa'aana asked giving the woman a pleasant look.

"Peanuts, and can I have a white wine?"

Fa'aana handed the woman two bags of salted peanuts and poured wine into a plastic white cup.

When she turned toward forty-seven G, she asked the window seat passenger what he wanted first and the older white man sitting there dismissed her with a smile and a wave of his hand. He was focused on his movie.

"And you?" she said.

"Kentucky Straight on the rocks," he said holding his earbud from his left ear.

She smirked.

"What?" he said smiling at her flashing those dimples again.

"Nothing. I'll have to get that from the back, so give me a minute to finish and I'll bring it right back. Snack?"

His eyes felt like they raked across her whole body even though they just stayed glued to her face. She felt a shiver ghost her neck as she glanced at his lips again.

"Lemme get summa them cookies."

She reached into her cart and pulled out two packages of cinnamon cookies and handed it to him with a couple of napkins. His fingers brushed against hers and then he let down his service tray in front of him.

"Where are you from?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Oakland," he said.

"I was trying to place your accent." "Erik," he said holding out his hand. She shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Erik. Be right back."

She moved down the aisle and completed her run, and as she moved back to the galley, she had the sensation that he was watching her. She didn't look behind her.

She checked the liquor cabinet and pulled out the whiskey he wanted. She poured him an extra serving over the ice and tried to figure out why she was feeling a certain way about this dude. He looked young, but his demeanor seemed older to her. In seven hours, she would be turning twenty-six years old. She planned on celebrating when she returned to Atlanta. She felt like she looked her age, but forty-seven G…no Erik, his name was Erik,…he could be early twenties or maybe younger.

She wasn't into younger dudes. She also wasn't really into guys her own age because they were so un-focused to her. She liked older men, at least six to seven years older. In fact, a nice thirty-year-old city planner was waiting to take her out for her birthday when she returned home from the Italy turn-around.

She walked carefully back to Erik's seat and handed him his drink with more napkins.

He took a sip right away.

"Hmmm, not bad. Thank you, Fa'aana," he said.

Whew, chile. She felt her clit thump when he said her name the right way in a seductive tone. It shocked her and she just stood there feeling like he knew what happened inside her panties.

"Enjoy," she said scurrying away from him.

What the hell?

She stood in the back of the galley and wiped her forehead.

"You alright?" Mark asked turning on the convection oven.

"Yes. Just feeling a little warm."

"Really, it's a bit chilly out there. I passed out a few extra blankets."

"It's just me."

"You're not getting sick are you?"

"No."

"Drink plenty of water."

"I will."

The dinner run was smooth and when she served Erik his in-flight meal, he was gracious but focused on a movie he was watching. Clean-up was a breeze and once several rounds of free wine went out along with some black coffee, passengers began to batten down the hatches for sleep. Lights were lowered and Fa'aana snacked a bit before snagging a row of seats to herself in the last middle back row. She sat on the right aisle side so she could keep an eye on the floor. Mark stayed watch hidden in the galley seat and Mavis took no shame finding a row for herself on the far-left side a few rows up from Fa'aana.

Killing time, she started playing a trivia game on the video screen. She was kicking ass playing with seven other passengers. Passenger forty-seven G was hanging neck and neck with her.

Wait. That was Erik.

She stuck her head out and leaned over to look up his way and she could see him pressing buttons on his screen fast. He turned his head to look back, and she ducked back in her seat so he couldn't see her.

After thirty minutes when she won three games out of five, she switched over to a card game of solitaire.

"Nah, go back to the trivia screen."

She was startled to see Erik standing next to her row.

"I was wondering who was sitting back here in fifty-seven F messing up my scores," he said, a sly smile on his lips.

"Busted," she said.

"You're good."

"I've been known to keep a ton of useless trivia in my head. It just comes out in my favor on here."

His eyes were relaxed and he seemed to hold his liquor well after two glasses of wine after his dinner.

"You mind if I sit back here with you and play another round? I want to see if you're cheating or not."

"Cheating? Brain power, Sir."

"Alright, Ma. Let's see then. Scoot over."

She thought about it for a moment.

"You still on the clock?" he asked.

"Yes—"

"Most people are sleep. Just a quick game. Your boss comes through I'll say you were helping me with my screen."

It was tempting.

"One quick game," she said scooting her petite frame over in order to allow his much taller and well-built one to squeeze in next to her.

They both went to the trivia game screen. There was only one other person playing with them.

"Oh, so that's how you pick your answers so fast, you keep your finger on the screen the whole time," he said.

He followed suit, and soon they were matching scores. He beat her for two rounds, but she cleaned up on the last one.

"You want another drink or anything?" she asked.

"Another whiskey would be nice, thanks," he said.

She stood up and scooted past him, straightening her skirt when she reached the aisle. He watched her hand smooth the back. She had a little booty that poked out a bit, but she didn't think it was that obvious, but the way he was looking at her made her self-aware.

She stepped into the galley and poured him another big drink. Mark was asleep. She had to keep her eyes open just in case a passenger needed anything.

"Here," she said handing him the drink along with another packet of cookies.

"Look at you taking care of me," he said winking at her.

It felt odd to be sitting next to him while he drank.

He must've read her mind.

"Here, have a sip," he said handing his cup to her.

"Umm…"

"You can use the straw, I didn't. I'm healthy as hell, just so you know," he said.

"That would not be a good look for me while I'm working. Plus, that drink is really strong."

"It is. You hooked me up though. Not even one sip?"

His eyes had a puppy dog look to them and he tilted his head staring at her.

What could it hurt? It would be her birthday soon enough.

She took his cup and had a tiny sip.

"Stop playing, girl," he said.

His voice sounded raspy. His scruffy beard and mustache really started to look sexy to her. She normally liked men to have neat facial hair, but Erik's looked free and easy- Black hipster chic. She wanted to rub her cheek against it…

Her face felt warm again and she took a bigger sip of his drink.

"There you go. Good, huh?"

The heat hit her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. He laughed.

"Amateur," he teased. She started coughing and he reached over and rubbed her back, "My bad, you okay, Ma?"

She held a hand up to her chest and he kept rubbing his hand up and down her back until he was touching her neck.

"You can finish that all by yourself," she said.

He removed his hand from her neck and sipped down his drink.

They talked for a bit and she found herself warming up to him. He was easy to talk to. He was going to a friend's wedding in Rome and would be flying back to Massachusetts afterward. He was in his second year of grad school at M.I.T. and damn it to hell, he was only twenty-one.

"Don't think I'm rude for thinking this…I know you're part Samoan, but they some big ass people. But you, you're so petite—"

"I'm supposed to be buff like Dwayne Johnson or something?" she said rolling her eyes.

"I mean, I've met a lot of Polynesian folks in Cali, and they ain't tiny like you—"

"Tiny?"

"Petite, petite! Short?"

She gave him side eye. And then took his cup of whiskey and took another big sip.

"I'm five foot four."

"I'm six one. You little."

"Pfftt."

She eyed him a bit.

"You want to hear a terrible joke?" she asked feeling a bit loose with him.

"Go 'head."

"I hope you're not easily offended."

"I'm not."

"What do get when you mix Samoans with…."

She trailed off.

"What?"

"Does the N-word bother you?"

"Nah, I use it from time to time. Not in mixed white company usually. But we good."

"Okay. Because if I try to tell this another way, it won't come out right."

"Tell it straight."

"Okay, what do you get when you mix Samoans with….okay why are you looking at me like that?" she said and started laughing.

He had his index finger up against his face like he was judging her. He laughed with her.

"Tell your joke, girl. C'mon…"

"What—"

She started snorting and laughing, the whiskey hitting her and making her goofy.

"Forget it," he said smiling at her and taking his cup from her hand, "You can't handle this Miss Lightweight."

He started up another trivia game and she leaned in toward him.

"What do you get when you mix Samoans and niggas?"

"What?" His eyes had a twinkle in them.

"Some more niggas."

"Your parents hear you tell that joke?"

"My Mama was the one who told my Daddy."

"I'm offended."

His eyes became real serious looking. She stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry. That was unprofessional-"

He burst out laughing.

"I'm just fuckin' witchu!"

"Oh my God. I thought you were really upset."

"You had the look of unemployment on your face!"

They both cracked up.

"You're really pretty when you laugh. Your whole body gets into it."

"Thanks—"

"But that snortin' has got to go!"

"Shut up!" She slapped his shoulder and found herself intrigued by him. He was twenty-one, totally not her age bracket at all, but somehow, he acted…grown? Mature? Acted like someone she could be interested in?

"I was going to watch this foreign flick. Would you like to watch it with me?" he asked.

"Let me go do a quick round first?" she asked. He nodded and finished off his whiskey.

She went to the lavatory to relieve herself of the liquor and then she checked in with Mark who was still snoozing in the galley. Several rows from their seats were empty or only had one occupant, and most were asleep. Nice.

She returned to their row. Erik's hand reached up and turned on one of the reading lights above him.

"This will help keep you awake in case someone calls for you," he said.

He pulled out one of the free earphones that they passed out to passengers earlier.

"We can share this. One ear for the movie, the other free to hear a call for whatever."

"You think of everything," she said.

He was so easy.

A complete stranger, but in less than four hours they had shared a drink together, a crude joke, and now she was kicking off her work heels and curling up on a seat to watch a Korean gangster drama.

The movie was fucking intense.

Even though it was edited for public consumption, Fa'aana found it to be filled with graphic violence and so much…sex. Implied sex really. She was glad they were in the last back rows alone; she would feel embarrassed if other people saw what was on the screen.

Erik took up a lot of space in the middle seat.

"You mind if I lift this up?" he asked.

She looked down at his hand. He wanted to pull up the middle armrest.

"Go ahead," she said without thinking, and he lifted it up opening up the only barrier between them. He stretched his legs and widened his thighs. His right thigh brushed against hers.

"Sorry," he said.

"S'okay," she answered.

She glanced at her watch.

"W'sup?" he asked. "Huh?"

"You keep looking at your watch. You gotta be somewhere?"

"Funny. Um, my birthday is about to drop in…oh, snap, my birthday is here already."

"For real? You're working on your birthday?"

"I'll celebrate it when I get back to Atlanta. I have a birthday dinner date at a fancy restaurant."

"With your boyfriend?"

Erik's eyes looked playful.

"Sort of-"

"Sort of?"

He smiled at her.

"We've been dating for a minute."

"Is he your man though?"

Her lips got tight. No, Hugh was not her man. She was hoping he would be, but thus far they just ate out for meals and had sex at her apartment when she was in town.

Erik's eyes grew soft-looking.

"Happy Birthday, Fa'aana.., hold up—"

He reached into his left pocket.

"I couldn't finish this at dinner, but it can come in handy now."

It was a Godiva chocolate brownie still wrapped inside the plastic. The dinner dessert.

"Hold on," he said.

He pulled out some pocket wetnaps, opened them and cleaned his hands. A rich lemony smell filled her nostrils. Unwrapping the brownie, he placed it on one of the drink napkins she gave him.

"I don't have a candle, but you can pretend to blow one out," he said.

"That's really sweet, Erik."

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you…."

He sang quietly to her and when he finished, he held the brownie up to her mouth. She puckered up her lips and pretended to blow out a candle. When she did, he turned off the overhead reading light.

She could still see him in the glow of their video screens. She took a bite of the brownie and he took a piece too. He broke the remainder in half and fed her a piece then popped the rest in his mouth. She felt a few crumbs tumble from her lips and he reached over and wiped the rest away.

His thumb touched her bottom lip and she felt a tingle from his touch. He traced her lips with the tip of his thumb and she felt her jaw go lax, her mouth parting. Erik inserted part of his thumb in her mouth and she wrapped her lips around it, her tongue licking him. She heard him groan and he pulled her face toward him removing his thumb from between her lips.

"Can I kiss you, Fa'aana?"

"Please," she panted.

No armrest between them he pulled her in tight and his juicy lips took hers. When his tongue licked the seam of her lips, she opened up to him and took him in her mouth.

What are you doing?

She was on the job. She was supposed to be on post waiting to serve passengers who may wake up and want water, or coffee. Here she was with this fine young thing making out like she was trying to be a mile-high club patron.

Her hands went up to touch his hair and his left hand rested on her thigh inching its way up her uniform skirt…

"Hey, wait," she said breaking away from him. She rubbed her cheeks against his facial hair.

She heard a rumble in his chest and an irritated groan escape his lips.

"Too fast?" he asked staring at her eyes with a dreamy look on his sexy ass face.

"Let's just watch the movie."

"You sure?" he said, licking his lips and staring at her.

"That would be best. Safe."

"Okay, Birthday Girl."

He sat back in his seat and he rewound the movie to the last part they watched. Of course, it was a sex scene. A long one too. They stuck the earbuds on.

She folded her arms across her waist.

"You cold?" he asked.

He handed her one of the flimsy blankets and turned down the air above them. She spread the blanket over her legs.

"Lay on me if you want. I stay hot," he said.

She gave him a smirk.

"No, for real. My ex said I'm like a furnace sometimes," he said.

She allowed her left arm and leg to lean against him, and goodness, he was really warm. A nice cozy warm.

They continued watching the movie, and in the scene, a beautiful woman beckoned to her lover, a gangster she had betrayed throughout the movie, and they were lying in bed having passionate sex. The man was squirming in the scene like he was having convulsions.

"Shit that good, homie?" Erik said.

She giggled.

"He actin' like that thang yanks," he said.

"Oh my God, Erik—"

"What? Look at him. Damn…let me find pussy that good."

She found the crude talk exciting. She pressed into his arm a little more.

"You comfortable?" he asked looking down at her.

He lifted his arm and put it around her shoulder. She wanted to curl up and fall asleep on him. He smelled so good, a mixture of coconut oil and some subtle scent like a smoky clove scent. She rested her head against his chest and shifted the earplug to her other ear.

The movie turned into a chase scene and actually kept them both riveted despite having to read the subtitles. It was hard to concentrate because Erik was rubbing on her arm.

There was movement a few rows up and Erik removed his arm from her and she felt a grimace paint her face. God forbid a passenger would want her to work right now. She felt wrong for thinking that because of course she was on the clock, but it felt so nice…so right lying up against him.

She stuck her head out to look for anyone needing assistance, but it was just a passenger about five rows up shifting in their sleep. She opted to stay alert and not lay on Erik. She pressed up into her seat but kept her thigh next to Erik's. He rested his arm and hand on his thigh and part of hers. When she didn't move away from his touch, his hand crept over and rested totally on her thigh. Her breathing became a little heavier even though his hand was on top of the blanket.

"Here comes ole girl again…oh snap. Now she's with the head dude? Nah, she's triflin'…" he said.

She could only focus on Erik's warm hand stroking her thigh in small movements.

"This woman is putting it on these niggas and yoking them up," he said. He started chuckling. His eyes glanced over at her. "Damn, Ma."

"What?" she whispered.

His eyes trapped hers in his.

"You look sexy as hell right now. This movie got you excited?"

She shook her head.

"What got you lookin' like that?"

He already knew it was him. She could tell. He was toying with her. His touch hypnotizing her body. He pulled his earplug from his ear and hers.

"Let me give you a little Birthday present," he said.

"What kind of present?"

"Take your stockings off."

"Why?"

"You know why."

She hesitated. They had reached the point of no return.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. We can still just chill, or I can go back to my seat…"

She didn't want that.

Shit. Why not? It was her birthday. She would never see this man again. Enjoy him. Take whatever he wanted to give. She reached between her legs and pulled down her stockings and shimmied out of them. She balled them up and stuck them inside the pocket of the seat in front of her.

"You have to keep quiet," he said lifting up the blanket and placing part of it over his lap, "Pull your skirt up."

She gave thanks and praise that she had shaved her legs and trimmed up her chocha before she came to work. She wiggled a bit under the blanket fixing her skirt for him. Her eyes fell to his right hand and his thick fingers. The veins in his hand were up and she felt a whimper leave her parted lips.

His hand moved under the blanket and she felt the heat from his skin as his fingers found her damp panties.

"Damn, you're wet already. You been waiting for this, huh?" he whispered. He slid her panties to the side and her vulva slickened his fingers. She could hear his breathing become heavy. Three of his fingers pressed into her mound, easily finding her swollen clit and gifting it with tight slow circles. She widened her legs for him.

"Look at you being a wet slut for me," he said.

She slammed her right hand into her mouth to help herself keep quiet.

"Don't let your boss hear you," he said.

She could hear him panting.

"Can I play in your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes."

He moved his hand from under the blanket and lifted her up easily, placing her sideways on his lap.

"Hold your legs open," he said.

His left arm supported her back and she without a shameless bone in her body let her knees bend and her legs spread for him.

He dragged his fingers up and down her dripping slit, her panties twisted to the side.

"I bet you got a tight pussy," he hummed into her ear.

She whimpered and squirmed a bit in his lap.

"Shhh, be quiet, take these fingers," he said.

She felt him at her entrance, spreading her folds wide open, and then the sudden pressure of three fingers sinking into her slowly.

"Tight as fuck…damn," he gasped keeping his voice low and close to her ear.

She could feel the hard bulge of his erection under her ass, but she could barely focus on that when her walls were being tapped by his thick digits with expert precision. He pulled his fingers out and licked them, then placed them back inside of her.

"You a tasty bitch—"

"Fuck—" she hissed trying to swallow the word. Jesus, what if Mark or Mavis came looking for her? And God forbid one of the other passengers woke up and walked to the rear lavatories to take a piss.

His fingers found her swollen clit again and the mewling coming from her made him rotate his hips so that she could feel the girth of his shaft. He was a big boy for sure. He reached over into the seat and picked up the blanket that was once on her lap. He balled up a small part of it and shoved it in her mouth. She bit onto it as he slipped his fingers back inside of her, the in and out movement simulating a righteous birthday fucking.

"Shit, Ma. I wish I had a condom with me right now. I'd fuck you outta this plane."

She was breathing in hard through her nose and exhaling into the cloth shoved in her mouth. The sound of his fingers working her pussy was loud and obscene to her ears. People had to be able to hear all the squelching noises his fingers were causing her sopping folds to make. Her face felt tight and her eyes were rolling back. How could this be happening? A fine man walks onto a plane and hours later he's fingering her like he loves her?

Most men she had been with took a while to know her body well enough to make her pussy fall apart like that. Erik made her pussy jump the moment he said her name right, and now he had her ready to follow him anywhere. If this is what his fingers could do, what the fuck could his tongue and dick do to her?

Goddamn, he was hitting her clit with his fingers.

"My big dick would fuck this pussy up. Your boyfriend in Atlanta wouldn't be able to feel your pussy when I was done with it," he said.

She squeezed her eyes shut. He was slapping her vulva now and pinching her labia. She arched her back and it was like he could read her mind again. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them around her clit once more, pressing down as he rubbed so that he was covering part of her mound. His timing was impeccable because she came hard and fast and he watched her face as she did.

"Happy Birthday, Baby," he said as she collapsed on his lap, sweaty, wet between the legs, and feeling beyond satisfied.

[Part 2]  [Part 3]

Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading/sharing/spending your time here.

Be sure to check out “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Vol 1 & 2. Book series details Erik’s Mom & Daddy N’Jobu meeting, hooking up, fucking (a lot), having Erik, raising his lil ass in Oakland, and creating the man you see in this story and others you can find HERE.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Forty-Seven G [Part 2 of 3]

"Hot thing, barely twenty-one

Hot thing, looking for big fun

Hot thing, what's your fantasy?

Hot thing, do you want to play with me?"

Prince – "Hot Thing"

Summary: Erik Killmonger runs into his favorite flight attendant again. Payback is not always a bitch...

Mature Content.  Smut. 

Fa'aana stood in the aisle of the business class section of the plane watching passengers board at a snail's pace. She scratched the back of her neck while keeping an eye out for people who needed help.

The last few days had been a breeze with the flight team she was working with. Mark, Mavis, Lucy, and herself were in sync and had the uncanny ability to anticipate what they all needed from each other at any given moment. The long haul they were about to embark on from Italy back to Atlanta was going to be packed. When she checked the passenger manifest, there were only about seven open seats available.

She and Mark were able to catch a fantastic brunch at the hotel they stayed overnight in while on a layover in Rome. Munching on a croissant with a thick smothering of Nutella and the best espresso ever, she detailed the birthday dinner she had with Hugh back in the states.

Mark didn't seem impressed, and after sharing the deets, she realized it was a pretty poor date. They visited the Atlanta aquarium first because she loved the place, but Hugh gave off bored vibes so they left early. The restaurant he made reservations for had pretty bland food despite the expensive menu and all the hype she had heard about it. The strip club he took her to afterward that she was excited about going to wasn't as impressive as she had hoped. The exotic dancers were athletic and did amazing things on the pole, but all the music sounded the same and all the women looked cut from the same cloth: Ultra-colorful wigs. Overly injected ass cheeks and breasts augmented into unnatural sizes and shapes that looked uncomfortable. Plus, all the bored facial expressions.

She wanted a sexy good time that would lead to some amazing sex with Hugh, but instead, he served her mediocre peen. Bad food, bad company, and bad sex. Ugh.

The only highlight of her birthday was finding herself on the lap of a stranger getting fingered on the back of the plane almost a week ago. Forty-Seven G. Erik from Oakland. Thinking of him made her nipples perk up. She hadn't cum like that since…wow, when had she ever cum like that? It was explosive. Primal. It felt like he was introducing her to her own vagina for the first time.

She sighed thinking about him.

After he made her cum, she had to go into the lavatory and change her panties from the fresh pack she had in her carry-on stored in the galley. She wanted to reciprocate the pleasure back to him, but Mark had woken up and they had to prep for the breakfast run before landing and serve a few early coffees and juices. She felt bad because his erection was something she wanted to see and touch.

Before Erik left the plane, she had given him her number because he had promised to send her a picture of himself at the wedding he was attending. Two days later, as promised, a number she didn't recognize popped up on her phone with two attachments. One was a picture of Erik smiling with a bride and groom, and the other was a candid shot of Erik straightening his bow tie.

He was disgustingly photogenic, and she wished she had never asked for a picture because now she would be stuck with a memory of a man she would never see again. He knew how to wear a tux, and he knew how to serve face for the camera. And those damn dimples. Yummy.

She texted the number back thanking him for the picture and she was so glad that she hadn't sent anything else beyond that message because the response she got back was not from Erik, but from a woman who said he asked her to send the pictures. So much for that. He didn't want her to have his number apparently.

She did catch herself staring at the pictures every now and then, and then she would get a shiver up her spine thinking of his lips and his fingers…

"If there are some open seats available, do you think I could move to one of them?"

Fa'aana was broken from her thoughts of Erik and found herself staring into the eyes of a pink-faced older man who seemed disgusted that he had to sit next to a couple with a small child that looked to be about five.

"Once everyone is seated and we know our final headcount, I will let you know," she said.

"Thank you," he said glaring at the couple.

She was tempted to ignore him and pretend they were full even if they weren't. The child had been nothing but quiet and polite since she was placed in her seat. Some people just hated children for no reason.

Fa'aana saw Lucy waving to her from the first-class section. She made her way up the aisle to see what Lucy needed.

"Do you mind taking this and storing it in the back? All the bins up here are filled up."

"No, problem," Fa'aana said grabbing a small roller bag.

The hairs on her neck stood up when she saw Erik walk aboard. The same round black shades, a magenta jacket over a white t-shirt and gray jeans, and that same swagger. He was with a light-skinned Black woman and a white man waiting to head into the first-class section.

"Fa'anna, one more small bag, please. Thanks," Lucy said.

Erik turned his head when he heard her name. She couldn't see his eyes behind the dark frames. There was no hint of recognition really, not even a smile. He heard her name, turned to look at her and then kept it moving up into first.

Oh, it's like that?

Fa'aana headed to the rear of the plane with the bags feeling a bit vexed. The least he could've done was given a head nod or even a "W'sup." Nothing. Nada. Zilch. A cursory glance and then he was stepping. That's why she didn't fuck with young dudes. That man had played all up in her pussy, watched her face and thighs have an intense orgasm too, and he walked by her like he didn't know her.

Well. Be honest. He didn't know her. He probably didn't expect to see her again either. And if the roles were reversed, what would she say to him?

Let it be.

Fa'aana found space for the bags and went back to Lucy to inform her of the aisle numbers so the passengers would know where to retrieve them. She saw the back of Erik's head in first-class. He was seated next to the light-skinned woman who was having a heated conversation with the white man who came with them and was seated behind them.

"My oh my," Lucy said giving Fa'aana a look.

"What's up?"

"A little lovers spat," Lucy said glancing back over at Erik and his companions.

"The Black guy and woman—"

"No. The woman next to him is with the white guy behind her. She made the Black guy switch seats with the white guy."

Fa'aana saw Erik talking to the woman and she was shaking her head and pointing her finger at the man behind her. It was difficult to hear anything from them clearly, but it sounded like Erik was saying "Not my problem."

"Hopefully they simmer down soon," Lucy said.

Fa'aana nodded, but her eyes were still on Erik's face. Mark strolled up to them.

"So we have seven open seats available, three in the back, and four in business," he said.

"Be discreet, but if two of you want to fill in the seats in the back, do it," Lucy said.

"Cool," Fa'aana said taking one last look at Erik, then heading back to her station.

Turbulence.

They hit some on the way out of Italy and had to endure more as they passed over France. Fa'aana and the other flight attendants had to wait to do snack and beverage runs. By the time they were halfway over France, the airstream was smooth again.

They made swift work of giving out snacks and libations. She moved the pink-faced complainer to another seat and helped an elderly passenger up to the business class restroom and back. By the time the dinner run was complete two hours later and cleaned up, she was able to kick back for a moment and rub her feet. She snagged an empty aisle seat in fifty-seven G but had to keep getting up for some wine thirsty passengers.

She was mixing a Bloody Mary when she heard a soft "Hey."

Glancing up she saw Erik leaning against a panel next to one of the lavatories. Dark glasses off, his face looked soft and open. She stared at him for a moment.

"Just a sec," she said moving past him to deliver the drink in her hand.

She felt her heart do a little double time. When she turned to walk back to the galley, he was watching her approach. She stepped past him and moved further into the galley. Mavis was in a seat in business class and Mark was sitting on the other side in seat fifty-two A. She had the galley to herself. Normally she would tell passengers they couldn't be near the galley. But this was different.

"Thanks for the pictures," she said trying to figure out the best opening.

"The wedding was great," he said.

Standing near him was so different than when they had been sitting next to each other, and when she had been sprawled across his lap. He towered over her…

"When you came aboard, I thought you didn't recognize me," she said, "is it the hair?"

She twirled a finger into her thick twist out hairstyle.

"Nah, I wouldn't forget you, trust," he drawled out, "I was just caught up with some drama."

"That's what I hear," she said.

"Whatchu hear?"

"The woman you were with seemed upset about something. You had to switch seats."

"Yeah, Chloe. My Ex."

"Who is the guy with you two?"

"Her boyfriend."

"What? Oh, I need to hear this," she said. She gave him a friendly smile. He moved in closer so that he was no longer near the two lavatories. She could really feel his height now. The vibratory hum of the plane masked their conversation.

"Nah, this shit is boring—"

"To you maybe. You go to friend's wedding and your ex-Girlfriend is there with her current boyfriend…and now the three of you are bosom buddies riding in first-class together. Yeah, total dullsville."

He laughed.

"Ain't no bosom buddies—"

"Speak then. How long ago has she been your Ex?"

"A year—"

"Wait, how old is she?"

"Twenty-four."

"How old is he?"

"Thirty."

"So, what happened?"

"First of all, it wasn't a surprise that she was going to be at this wedding. My boy already let me know that she was going to be there with her new man. She and I been cool for a minute, so it wasn't like shit was going to pop off when we saw each other. She introduced me to her man and everything was cool breezy y'know, mellow and shit. Wedding was dope as hell. But I notice that her man is making these reckless comments about her that I don't think is cool. Like he's saying shit to try and fit in because the majority of the people there are Black—"

"What was he saying?"

"Dumb shit not even worth repeating. So I pull her aside and tell her that I think her man is only with her because she's Black, but the type of Black that white guys like—"

"Which is?"

"Ambiguous Black women. Light bright, wavy hair…but this dude has a thing for big asses too….which I can understand…but still, I was getting fetish vibes. She and I have always been 100 with one another so I felt comfortable giving her my opinion. She didn't believe me so I just let it go."

His voice was getting heated telling the story. His facial expressions were interesting to watch.

"We're all doing the wedding party stuff and having a good time for four days. But then last night, she gets drunk and they start arguing over some personal shit, and my name gets thrown in there and he accuses her of wanting to sleep with me. I have no interest in her whatsoever. She's an Ex for a hella good reason…"

He shook his head.

"You don't need to hear all this boring ass shit. They got issues and I'm not going back up there until they go to sleep or something."

"You better go back up there and enjoy your first class—"

"I didn't pay for that. She upgraded my ticket, and that just added fuel to the fire. I was hoping to eat my fancy food and mind my business, but they kept at it."

"You can't stand for seven hours."

"Any open seats back here?"

"There's an aisle seat that's open. There's a man in the window seat—"

"Show me," he said.

She moved past him and pointed out the aisle seat that she had vacated.

"Yo, my man, you want to switch seats? You can have my first-class spot."

The passenger who had been trying to get comfortable against the window looked shocked.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

Erik handed him his first-class ticket receipt. Fa'aana nodded to the passenger.

"Wow, thanks a lot buddy," the man said as he stood up and took the ticket stub.

"Enjoy," Erik said.

"That was nice of you," she said.

"Be right back, I need to get my computer bag."

She watched him walk the long trek up to first-class. A passenger requested her assistance and she tended to them, bringing another blanket and a bottle of water.

She was making herself a cup of tea when Erik slipped back into the galley to stand near her.

"All good?"

"They sleep. Didn't even see me leave."

"Nice."

"How was your birthday dinner with your boyfriend?"

"Trash."

He laughed and she laughed with him. She ran it down for him without mention of the bad sex and he shook his head.

"You went to the wrong strip club, Ma. I know some places down there you should go to."

"You going to take me?"

"Next time I roll through."

"Hit me up then."

She waited to see how he would react to that.

"I got your number, girl."

"Alright. We'll see," she said.

She turned and sprinkled a sugar packet into her tea and she felt him get close behind her, his body heat radiating into her back. He leaned down to her ear.

"I ain't forgot about the last time I saw you," he whispered.

She closed her eyes and put down the tea. Sweet cornrowed Jesus.

"Erik, I'm working."

"You were working last time too—"

"Erik!"

He jerked back from her when he heard the shrill female voice.

"Chloe," he said stepping out of the galley and back into the aisle.

Fa'aana ducked her head out and sipped on her tea. Chloe's face was flush, her lank dark hair swept to one side of her left shoulder. Her thick lips were curled up into a scowl.

"You just let some strange man come sit next to me?" she hissed to Erik.

He pulled her closer to the lavatories and the galley.

"I'm not tryna hear your bullshit, Chloe. I said what I had to say and I'm done—"

"No, we're not done. Come back to the front—"

"Nah—"

Chloe clutched at Erik's arm.

Fa'aana stepped forward using her trained de-escalation voice.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need for you to go take your seat."

"You just mind your damn business. Go serve some coffee or something," Chloe said with a clipped voice.

"Don't talk to Fa'aana like that—"

"You know this bitch?" Chloe said stepping toward Fa'aana like she was ready to throw hands.

Fa'aana felt her neck tilt.

This heffa could catch some hands…

Erik stepped in front of Chloe.

"Take your ass back to your seat."

Fa'aana and Chloe both heard the rumble in his voice. It made Chloe's face switch up real quick and Fa'aana's knees quake.

"Erik, baby, I just want to talk…"

Chloe's tone had shifted. Coquettish. Soft. Pacifying. She was trying to wrap him around her finger. Fa'aana wanted him to wrap his hand around her own throat and choke her slowly while talking forcefully like that again. She imagined him bending her over—

Erik's eyes swept back to look at her.

"Sorry about this," he said. His face looked tired like he had been dealing with Chloe and her boyfriend all day and he was just weary of it. A passenger light signal went off and Fa'aana was happy for the distraction.

"I'll need you both to return to your seats please," she said in her professional voice. She left them to go tend to the service call.

A woman with a French accent wanted water for some aspirin she was taking. Fa'aana went to retrieve it and across the aisle, she saw Erik walking back to first-class with Chloe.

Sitting in the aisle seat, Fa'aana started a game of Blackjack on the vid screen in front of her. The cabin had quieted down and she could finally rest her feet after completing several walk-throughs checking on passengers. Most were asleep or trying to sleep.

"Mind if I sit in my seat?"

Erik watched her face as her finger lingered on the vid screen. She started to scoot over.

"I want the window," he said.

She stood up and let him haul his body over to the window. He took off his jacket and sat it on his lap.

"Sorry about that Chloe shit," he said.

"Already forgotten," she said starting a new game on the vid screen.

He reached for her hand on the screen and held it.

"Nah, for real. That wasn't cool."

"So that's the type of women you go for?"

"Chloe is a little hot-headed—"

"Entitled—"

"That too sometimes."

"What did you ever see in her?"

"She's fine—"

"Typical—"

"Typical? Men like fine women. Physical beauty is what we see first. Straight up."

Fa'aana rolled her eyes.

"Women do it too. Don't act like y'all don't check for fine niggas," he said.

"Why did you break up with her? That sparkling personality of hers didn't keep your interest?"

Erik's eyes dropped to his hands.

"She's looking for a husband, picket fence, kids, all that rah rah. I felt like she was grooming me to take home to her parents. I'm too young for all that. I got shit to do and I have my own timetable for how I want my life to proceed. She didn't respect that. Got a little pushy so I bounced."

"What's your timetable?"

"Finish grad school. Then I'm going into the Navy. Become a Seal—"

"Wait, grad school and then the Navy? You don't strike me as a military man."

"I graduated from Annapolis before going to M.I.T. Been training for this life for a minute."

His eyes were so focused when he talked about his plans. She noticed a silver chain around his neck with a heavy and expensive-looking silver-black ring on it. She reached out and touched it and his hand shot out to pull it away from her.

"Sorry. I should've asked to touch it. It's beautiful."

His hand released her hand and she turned the ring with her fingers.

"It belonged to my father. He was killed when I was younger."

"Sorry to hear that, Erik. What language is this writing on it?"

"Wakandan. East Africa. My father was from there."

His demeanor became somber. This was something painful for him. She released the necklace and he tucked it inside of his shirt. They were silent together for a moment. She stepped away from her seat to go check the galley and to see if any passengers made any service calls. There were none and hadn't been any for a long time. The people in front of them and across from them were knocked out with headphones on and movies playing.

Back at the seat, Erik had fired up his own game. When she plopped down next to him, he seemed more cheerful.

"I didn't think I would run into you again," he said.

"Me neither, but there was always the small chance."

"You were hoping to see me, huh?"

Her lips curled up in a sly smile.

"You can admit it. I wanted to see you again myself. You been on my mind the whole time I was in Rome…"

She felt herself getting warm again. His voice was low and he was giving her bedroom eyes that she couldn't resist. He lifted up the middle armrests.

"C'mere," he said reaching for her.

"Erik, there are too many people—"

"Give me those pretty lips, girl…"

Her body ignored her brain, and she was scooting over to him and giving up her mouth freely.

"Hmmm, you taste so sweet," he said. He sucked on her tongue, the cranberry and apple tea was still strong on her breath. His right hand reached up and touched her blouse, his fingers feeling for her left breast. He tweaked her nipple and then his whole hand squeezed her plum-sized breast. He released her lips from his and his forehead pressed against hers.

"Open this up," he breathed out to her.

She didn't move.

"We're good, no one is paying attention. I want to touch you. Let me touch you," he whispered. His full lips were taunting her. He was nothing but trouble. Good trouble.

She allowed her fingers to open only four buttons, just enough to let him get his hand inside. He opened a fifth button himself and thrust his warm hand down on her. The thin silk of her bra cup was forced aside so that his fingers found her pebbled nipple. He pinched it and she gasped.

"Erik…"

His fingers went to her other nipple and plucked at it. His mouth found hers again and he pulled her closer to his side. He tongued her down until her toes had curled and uncurled several times. He released her lips and she felt breathless. His hand reached under his jacket.

"You owe me," he said. She saw him tugging on himself under the jacket. She squirmed in her seat, her hips rotating slowly from need. He pushed his jacket aside and unfastened his jeans.

"Play with my dick."

Her hand slid down and reached for his pants.

"I want to see you pull it out."

She used both hands, one to pull back his boxers, the other to release the bulge that waited for her. When she gripped his erection, he let out a soft groan.

"Soft ass hands…"

She pulled out his dick. It was so heavy and so full of heat. Fuck. The weight of it made her mouth water. She stroked him.

"Ooh, yeah, just like that. Keep doing that."

She circled the head with her fingers and he widened his legs pulling down on his boxers so that his balls were accessible for her too. His fat sack was so hot to the touch.

"Stroke that shit. Make me feel it, Ma."

She whimpered, fisting him just under the mushroom head, hitting his frenulum and twisting her fingers a bit.

"How you know my spot already, girl?" he gasped, shifting in his seat. Beads of pre-cum seeped out and dripped on her fingers. She played with it and rolled it across the wide head. His slit leaked more. "You want to taste me? Go 'head, put your mouth on that shit," he said.

She lowered her head and licked the clear fluid. More spilled out and she gobbled it up.

"Stick your tongue on that hole…yeah…just like that…I got some more for you."

She squeezed the head and his natural lubricant trickled out onto her wet tongue. She smacked her lips and looked up at him.

"Let me stretch that mouth," he said. She moaned. She cared about nothing else at that moment. They could fire her for all she cared. She just needed this man's fast ass cock in her mouth.

He thrust up his hips and the bulbous head touched her lips. She opened as wide as she could and took him in. His lips pressed together tightly as he swallowed a deep groan. Her head bobbed in his lap and his left hand hovered above her hair, touching her head and pushing down when he wanted her to go deeper...harder.

When she raised up to catch her breath after she started gagging, he pulled on her hair. He gripped his dick and squeezed the head so that his wide slit opened.

"Spit on my dick," he said.

She swirled her tongue in her mouth collecting saliva and spit on the head making his dick sloppy wet.

"You like being nasty, huh? Spit on it again, bitch."

She felt her stomach twist up and a strong pulse made her pussy throb from his words. She spit on his dick again and then he was shoving it back in her mouth. He reached for his jacket and used it to cover her lower half. His left hand frantically raised up her skirt and then shoved down into her stockings. She wiggled her hips so that his fingers could reach her panties and soaked folds.

"Damn…you know how to suck dick…swallow this shit baby…yeah… keep going…keep going…"

Her folds were so wet and her pussy so engorged, he was able to slip his fingers in and out with ease. He flicked her clit in a delicious rhythm and she felt an orgasm building. He was making her work her neck out as he fucked her face trying his best to keep quiet. He was beginning to inhale with harsh sounds.

"I'm 'bout to feed you, girl. You betta swallow this nut—"

That's all it took. Her release was tight on his fingers, her walls throbbing with intense pleasure that made her skin tingle.

"Ohhhhhh…" Erik groaned, his legs seizing up tight as a hot load of cum shot up into her mouth. His dick swelled in her mouth and she felt it spasm several times. She swallowed what she could and then had to let him go because she was choking on his girth.

"Damn, girl, damn."

She held onto his cock as a final stream of creamy white spilled out from him. He looked down at his dick.

"Clean me up. Lick all that shit up."

She did what she was told to do. His fingers were still inserted in her pussy. And she was grateful for his touch.

"Fuck, that was a lot," he said.

She giggled and sat up. He re-fastened his pants. She fixed her skirt and buttoned up her blouse. He stuck two of his fingers in her mouth.

"You suck dick like a champ. World class head game, baby."

She circled her tongue around his fingers then pulled them out, licking up and down each digit.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Sucking dick on the job…"

"That's good customer service," she quipped.

"You right, Ma. Serving excellence. I'ma tell your boss to give you a raise when I leave."

She felt her face flatten.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head and pulled back from him. Passengers around them were still knocked out.

"Hey, Fa'aana, w'sup?"

Stupid. It was stupid. She was catching feelings.

"I need to freshen up," she said.

He pulled her in tight and fast.

"I'm feeling you too, Ma."

When his lips pressed into hers and she gave into his tongue and the heat of his mouth, she knew he wasn't lying.

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