No woman blew Ian quite like Sienna. None would ever come close, and dare he say it; deities probably couldn’t compare either. Hyperbole perhaps, but facts were that for five days spent so far in Bimshire, no other throat performed in accordance with his raw desires.

“When can I see you?” he’d text her.

“Not today, but I’ll work something out,” she’d reply.

Day six arrived, and worry overcame him, even as the cute little number he chatted down that night slobbered on his knob. She wasn’t the first, but Ian hoped she’d be the last before Sienna. Differing shades and body types, as expected in the West Indies, kept his company, but none were his caramel-toned friend with the blonde hair.

He lay in sixty-nine under his petite pick-up and suffered through the young lady’s low-tenured deepthroat attempts. That didn’t deter his tongue flicks over her clit, but with every retching expulsion of his cock, it reminded him of Sienna’s effortless gobbles in the past.

His mobile vibrated along the bedside counter, interrupting Vybez Kartel’s robust chanting  – his lady guest’s musical suggestion, of course. One hand detached from a butt cheek to reach, and he read the message. He retracted his tongue from Miss Lady’s hole and tapped her hamstrings.

“What?” she asked.

“Gotta go,” Ian said, rolling out of bed and throwing garments on. “Emergency.”

“Oh.” She stood and gathered her clothes. “Finish tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

They left his hotel room, and he apologized again, of which she seemed quite understanding. He jumped into his hatchback rental and dialed the number he received the text from.

“Hey,” answered a soft female voice.

“Not pulling my chain?” Ian asked.

“No. And your balls better be full of nut.”

“I held it just for you.”

“Sent you the Google location .”

“See you soon.”

The call ended, and he continued driving at a steady pace, enjoying the cool night air. Sienna’s involvement with top local criminals did little for Ian’s goal of reuniting with his favourite eater. In fact, screw that: His best eater. Why should he care, though? According to her, she had only been messing with this guy for three months. Plus, she cared little for control.

As Ian closed in on the received location, he slowed, and his heart jolted when a light-skinned, thick blonde popped out of the bushes; onto the sidewalk. She pulled the door before he completely stopped and hastily encouraged him to vamoose once she sat.

“Goddamn,” Ian said, eyeing her clad in only a large black T-shirt with white print and a succulent pair of legs. “We on the run or something?”

“You noticed I didn’t let you pick me up from my place, right?” Sienna asked.

“Fair point. I guess your man has somebody watching it?”

“Bingo.”

Comforting. “Cool-cool-cool. How far we going?”

“Beach isn’t too far from here.” She looked around, smiled and licked her lips. Ian leered at the plump pink pillows his cock would repeatedly vanish and reappear between in the very near future.

They parked in a lot adjacent to the beach, and Ian’s heart, although not clearly audible, left him paranoid that Sienna heard or at least sensed the vibrations.

“I’m going home tomorrow night,” Ian said, leaning over to Sienna. “Whole six days you had me waiting.”

Sienna pulled away slowly. “Not my fault your job sent you here when they did. That man paraded me around like a trophy for the past week with business associates.”

“Other criminals?”

“Powerful people.”

“What we talking? CEOS and shit?”

“Pretty much. High-ranking cops, city officials, politicians.”

“Ayo.  That isn’t crazy to you? I heard corruption’s bad in smaller islands, but damn.”

“Don’t really care.” Sienna lay a palm on Ian’s leg, then finger-walked to his zipper and pulled it down at a snail’s pace. “Luckily for you, I haven’t had the chance to suck or fuck in over a week. Most importantly suck-uh.”

“That’s what I’m looking forward to.” He tried shifting his mind to the chief priority.

“Had yourself any of the local talent?”

“Only a sample, but none worth the nut.”

“Didn’t fuck good?”

“Didn’t suck great.”

Sienna giggled and massaged his semi through his boxer briefs. “Only dude I know to hit the islands and not enjoy the ladies.”

“You’re originally from here anyhow, so you count.” He lifted his butt, unbuttoned the top of his pants and rolled them off.

“Still mad I left after college?”

Ian sighed. “Nah, I understand now. You had to take care of family.” He remained silent for a spell as Sienna pulled the lever to recline his seat then rolled onto his lap, facing him. “The fact they went with your crazy ass, though…”

“Shut up.” Sienna playfully slapped his chest, and they both smiled before making out and passionately grabbing each other’s necks, hair and behinds – well, Sienna’s, at least.

Buzzing diluted the immersion, but Ian refused to relent and continued, thinking his phone the culprit. Sienna, however, did not and reached toward the passenger footwells. Ian hadn’t noticed she brought a device with her, which was easy to understand given the acreage of thigh meat that distracted him from her introduction at the side of the road.

“Great,” she said.

“What?” Ian asked.

“It’s him – Racks – asking why I won’t answer the door.”

Are you kidding me?

“What’re you going to do?” He patted her cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you, nut, then swallow yours.”

“But…”

“Relax and enjoy.”

Sienna threw her phone into the adjacent car seat and resumed their makeout session. All throughout, Ian’s mind wandered to possibilities of an infuriated boyfriend – or whatever his position – arriving out of nowhere and instigating a ruckus.

She backed off his lips, pouted at the partially erect rod, then rowed back and forth on his lap. Concentration still centered on worry, but slowly it flowed to his present and his undergarments no longer properly secured him.

“That’s more like it.” Sienna rose, then Ian bridged, pushing his underwear to his ankles, and he kicked out. She then fisted the base, aimed the tip at her entryway and lowered to a whimper. She ground the top half, still holding his base while his palms overflowed with hips and booty. “Yeah-yeah, mmhmm.” Sienna’s lips folded until she released her grip and sat to the hilt, making her gawp at Ian.

“Jesus,” Ian said, holding onto the hope that he wouldn’t blast off prematurely. No way he’d given up ejaculating for six days just to grant a pregnancy risk.

Sienna’s phone buzzed incessantly, which she ignored, but after announcing her orgasm, it buzzed again, and she yelled in frustration, snatching it from the passenger seat. She typed while cussing, then in under a minute, tossed it on the seat and resumed grinding with Ian deeply embedded.

“Him again?” Ian asked.

“Yeah,” Sienna said, eyes closed and rolling her hips.

“What did you tell him?”

“Bro.” Sienna sighed and relaxed her spinal arch. “He asked why I wasn’t answering his man he got posted there. I told him I’m too tired to get up for one of his fucking spot checks. Now can I go back to getting my nut?”

“Sorry.”

It took a little over a minute, but they rebuilt momentum. Not too long after, his best eater headed toward a climax, which he perceived from her shuddering and slackened features.

“Cumminnn…” Sienna’s mouth stretched open, and she croaked. Ian held on to her big, round bottom for the ride and grunted as her cunt convulsed over his cock, soaking his balls with her cum.

“Pussy’s still fire,” Ian said, then smacked her right cheek, and she giggled in between pants.

“Biggest mistake ever made was letting you feel this gawk-gawk three thousand.”

“You owed me after almost getting me whacked in that nightclub.”

Sienna lay her head on his shoulder. “I could’ve sworn he slapped my butt.”

“When accusing a monster Shaq’s size, you better be more certain than ‘could’ve sworn’.”

“Fuck you.” Sienna pouted and kissed him.

“Suck my muthafuckin’ dick.”

“I shouldn’t after such a rude request.” Sienna slid down Ian’s torso and stared through her brow ridge.

“You know damn well pride never stopped you from doing it.”

Sienna dropped between Ian’s knees, lifted his cock to the side of her face and beamed. She turned to it and inhaled deeply, trailing her nose from root to tip and sniffing the urethra with one nostril.

“You so damn nasty,” Ian said, knitting and unknitting his brows.

“Boy, I haven’t even started sucking.” She backed off and smacked his big cock. “I’m gonna fuck you up, motherfucker.” She stared it down and mean-mugged at it. “What? What? You ain’t ready for this shit.”

“You crazy as hell.”

“Real throat gods always are. Can’t be sane and fuckin’ dick up like me.” She hacked and spit on Ian’s protrusion, of which some banded around and dribbled to his pelvis from the shaft’s middle. “Look at this motherfucker. Fuuuck, I can’t wait.” She two-handed his dick and swiveled in opposing revolutions.

“Oh, Jesus God.” Ian’s legs trembled, and he sucked in air rapidly, so Sienna decelerated.

“Don’t cum yet, motherfucker.” She leaned over, smooched the head and blew a raspberry, which spewed spit across his pelvis, lower abdomen and thighs.

“Dirty slut.” Ian collected her tresses in his hands and balled them into a high, untidy bun as she slid over his glans and sucked. “Yeah, keep that up.”

Sienna’s phone vibrated, this time for longer and in a repeated cadence. Ian’s cock popped from her warmth, and she snatched the mobile, clicked it on speaker and screamed, “What, I’m trying to sleep?”

“Why you didn’t answer the door for my mans?” asked a deep voice.

Come on, really?

“Because I’m trying to sleep. Me telling you that should be enough,” she argued while holding Ian’s shaft singlehandedly.

“You might be sleeping, but it’s somewhere else, huh?” Racks asked.

“I’m not even your main woman. Just a chick you spend a little bread on that sucks you off good.”

“Better not be sucking nobody else dick, bitch.”

Sienna squinted, then slammed the cellular into the passenger seat. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, ‘cause who the hell you calling bitch with your bitch ass? In fact – I’m sucking dick right now!”

Ian’s eyes bulged. What was she thinking? We’re dead. No, wait, stop panicking, you idiot. He doesn’t even know who you are and where you’re at.

“I could find you location easy,” Racks said. “Found you before, and I’ll do it again. Forgot?”

Fuck.

“Boy, me and Ian don’t give a motherfuck!” She spat on the final syllable.

Double Fuck.

“I’ma suck his dick and let him fuck this throatpusssy while you listening. That’s how much your opinion matters to me.”

“Remember who you playing with, bitch,” Racks said with cold deliverance.

“Boy, shut your lame ass up.” Sienna bobbed her head on Ian’s cock viciously while all manner of spit and goo sloshed over him. She wagged her head with the contents rattling her throat so much her irises disappeared. She released him with strings and globules dangling from her chin. “Don’t pull my hair out now.”

Only then did Ian realize his grip tightened throughout the couple’s banter. He inhaled and exhaled for four seconds each, for five reps, then loosened his hold.

“He’s got my hair all wrapped up in his hands, about to fuck my face, big crime boss,” Sienna said mockingly. “Screw you.” She bowed on Ian’s dick and jounced at such a rapid pace she resembled a blur. Ian strained to keep quiet, but the building intensity elicited a grunt deep from within his chest.

“Hope you enjoying yourself, partner,” Racks said.

Ian froze, but when Sienna lowered to lick and blow raspberries on his balls, then jacked his spit-lubed dick, he lost critical thinking and growled, “You dirty, oh my God.”

Shit. My voice.

Sienna rubbed the top half one-handed, then planted her face into his base and scrotum, swiping from side to side while moaning. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and temples and she thwacked Ian’s dick against her features, bending it in motion.

“Hear that?” Sienna asked. “Hear how I’m fucking this dick up? Bet you’re hard, wishing it was you, huh?”

“I despise you,” Racks said, and in the background, noticeable audio of flesh smacking lit up everyone’s ears.

“So much you jacking it to me, pussy. Fuck my mouth.”

Ian appreciated the order, although the opposite lay for the man present on the line. No matter who queried, Sienna always ranked as his favourite eater, but what an utterly ridiculous situation overall. At least, that’s how someone of stable mind would assess it. When it came to Sienna and her brand of cock eating, however, all sense jumped out the window and sprinted, hoping to never be recaptured.

“Gonna give you what you deserve,” Ian said, heart pounding and seeking escape from his chest. The panic, in a way, fuelled his arousal and how much he desired Sienna. “Open wide.” Sienna opened, and her uvula wiggled. “Take this, you nasty cheating ho.” He lifted into her mouth while simultaneously grabbing her head and fucking it. He wasn’t sure if the sloshy, retching audio from his virile cock massaging her throat translated into Racks’ speaker as it did Ian’s live ears, but more definitely had to come before he did.

Sienna popped off and coughed, followed by light sputtering and said, “Fuuuck, Daddy, you really are pent up. Last time you were like this was when you couldn’t get away from that annoying ass girl you dated…”

“Hey, watch it.”

“… and she wasn’t giving you none either.”

“Sienna.”

“When my eyes rolled all the way back, and you was flooding my stomach with that nut…”

“Girl.”

“All I could think, was that she’s sooo useless.” Sienna cupped his balls, then toggled between sucking, licking and kissing them.

“You’re gonna…” Ian paused to grunt lengthily. “Gonna pay for that.”

“Letting she diss your ex like dat?” Racks asked. Not that Ian gave a damn about his opinion, but he had a point.

“He’s right,” Sienna said, giving Ian’s nutsack a reprieve, “you shouldn’t let me off.” A malevolent grin stretched the breadth of her features.

“Psycho,” Ian said with a concerned look, which devolved into squinted contempt. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

“Give me my goddamn medicine then!” Sienna pouted, then pounded his thighs with her fists. Her freeing his cock granted him an idea.

“Open up again.” Ian lifted his hips and held his dick by the root with thumb, index and middle fingers only. He tried penetrating her mouth, but she dodged, letting her chin, nose and cheeks receive pokes before finally accepting it. She wiggled down until mere inches remained, but then her torso humped, and she freed him.

“Yes-yes, that’s what I want.” Sienna dropped a hand in between her legs and flicked her clitoris.

“Hell yeah, get that nut while I’m about to get mine. In fact…” Ian entered her again, then stretched a cheek. “Say, ‘I love big dick’.”

“Ah bluh bih bick.”

“Shite. You more deranged than me, my G,” said Racks, obviously still masturbating.

“Hush, you’re messing my concentration up,” Ian said, and immediate regret filled him. Silence poisoned the atmosphere as everyone remained still. After Sienna had enough, she started sucking the glans inside of her cheek. She repositioned to allow Ian passage into her throat and bobbed until he caught himself. Tentative thrusts initially, but as tension surged in his loins, he went faster and harder.

“What de fuck,” Racks muttered, silenced almost by the obscene audio of the cock and gullet union. Or maybe it was a battle? In that case, the cock sounded dominant, but the participants knew who the true pending victor was.

“Cumming-cumming-cumminggg,” Ian said, which grated from his larynx in true guttural fashion. He pressed his teeth together and seethed, spit flying through the gaps. The weakening kegel could no longer cage the furious orgasm, gathering energy from every extremity and centering to his genitals. Violent expulsions into and past Sienna’s esophagus, accompanied by monstrous snarls and roars, dominated the scene. With every surge, Ian drew closer to his usual self, but that couldn’t be attained until every drop of spunk shot and dribbled into the disturbed yet sexy beast whose mouth gave shelter. “Yeah, all that nut, God!”

Sienna’s eyes bulged as the intensity of Ian’s climax sent bursts of fluid through her nostrils, and her cheeks puffed briefly before recaving. Her fingers swiped across her clit quickly until she screamed while mouth-crammed with cockmeat. No doubt, adding to the beginnings of Ian’s post-orgasm torture.

Seconds after the dust cleared, crickets and whistling frogs regained relevance, and Racks said, “Glad everybody enjoy themselves. Clean up, ‘cause we all goin’ be having a chat soon.” The line clicked.

Post-nut clarity slapped Ian harder than he did her with his meat earlier. “Shit,” he said, “how is he going to… he mentioned finding you before. How?”

“Hmmm,” Sienna said, licking cum off his pelvis before climbing his torso and giving him a peck. “Can’t remember.”

“Sienna.” Ian’s tone etched unease.

“You weren’t such a scaredy cat a few moments ago.

“Because I hadn’t busted in forever. I’m clear now.”

Sienna giggled, placing an index finger between her teeth. “I’ll say.”

Ian swung the engine, then remembered to pull up his pants, and nosed out of the parking lot. “I can’t take you home. He or his people would see me, wouldn’t they?”

“Maybe. He probably has the same guy who was watching there trying to find us now.”

They cruised along the road with no real destination. Ian couldn’t believe how shortsighted and immature he had been. For Christ’s sake, he’d be turning thirty-five later that year and still thought like a youngster ten to fifteen years his junior. Talk about stupid.

Wait a minute.

“Your cell,” Ian said.

“Yeah, it’s nice. Latest iPhone I think. He got it for me last month.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“What?”

“That’s it. That’s gotta be how he’s planning to find you. He doesn’t know me – least, I don’t think. You only got a t-shirt on, so unless he put a chip under your skin, what else can it be? You gotta ditch it.”

“That what? Hell no.”

“Sienna, now’s not the time to be fucking around. Who knows what this brother plans to do when he finds us, so let’s avoid or at least delay that shit, okay?”

“Until you leave tomorrow, right?” A scowl spoiled her mug.

“No that’s not wh– Jesus Christ, we don’t have time to argue over petty shit now!”

“And who the fuck are you shouting at?”

Ian flitted glances at her. “Give me the phone.” He stretched his hand out.

“For you to do what?”

“Sienna, give me the fucking phone!” He waved his hand impatiently.

“No, fuck you!”

“I said give me the motherfucking…” Ian stretched to grab it from her lap, which she intercepted, sparking a tug-of-war. The vehicle weaved aimlessly along the street, and Ian nearly claimed victory, but then a light pole followed by an explosion of metal, glass, and horrific bellows ended the bout.

***

Through bleary eyes, Ian made out three, maybe four figures. He blinked rapidly until things cleared up somewhat, but not enough to decipher everything. Machines beeped within the sterile setting. Hospital? What the hell?

“There he is,” said a dark-skinned brother who wore locs with bleach-blond tips. The voice annoyed Ian out of recognition, but then, when he placed it, he tried in vain to escape through the closest exit. Futile, as an omnipotent discomfort consumed him, as well as an unexplained loopiness. “How ya feeling, brudda?”

“Where’s Sienna?” Ian asked, trying to sound brave, but his voice wavered. Fear or the drugs they pumped him with? Perhaps both.

“Listen to he.” A smile formed. “‘Ey, he in a movie, wunna.” The man pointed at the others in the room, and they chuckled.

“Where’s Si–”

“She’s fine, muddafucka.” The switch from jovial to stone-cold proved unsettling. Jitters formed in Ian’s stomach as he studied for a follow-up but was robbed of it. “Wha you need to worry ‘bout, is yaself.”

“So what now… Racks?” Ian gulped.

“Now?  Shoot, I goin’ cover Sienna’s medical expenses.” Racks shrugged.

“So that’s it? You’re not… gonna do anything to me?”

“Nope.” He pointed at Ian. “I think you suffer enough.”

Confusion strained Ian’s brow. What the hell was this man talking about, pointing at him like that? The problem with that thought process was Racks pointed at him not generally but specifically. His left leg’s newfound shortness cleared his vision up completely and left him agape and gasping.

“Relax,” Racks said, walking to Ian’s side and lowering until their faces were a few inches apart. “Doctors ain’t had a choice. Had to do it to save ya life. You wouldn’t think otherwise, right?”

Ian panted and tried to ease away, but one of Racks’ men lay a heavy hand on his shoulder and stared at him stoically. Oddly enough, that scared him calm.

“You goin’ have you own ideas of wha happen,” Racks said, “so I’ll put it to ya like this: Man I had watching she place find wunna idiots crashed, so he call in my cop buddy. He make it so that everything was lowkey. Got a couple of EMTs I trust, and they did their part too. Shit ain’t even hit the news, ‘cause if it did…”

“If it did, then what?”

“Then the public would know a shorty I does roll with disrespecting me, so I’d have taken both of wunna asses out ‘cause I can’t be out here looking soft. You understand? Oh, another thing.” Racks pulled out a mobile, dialed a number then pointed the display toward Ian, whose face relaxed. “Say hi.”

“Sienna!” Ian said more exuberantly than he intended. “Thank God you’re alright.”

“Alive, you mean,” Sienna said, cuts and bruises all over. “Ian, this all could’ve been avoided.”

“You’re right; I should have just let you be and…”

“No, I mean you grabbing for my shit. You made us crash.”

“But, he was after us; I didn’t know what he was gonna do.” Ian stared at his stump.

“Look, if you ever planning to come back here, don’t visit me, text me, call me. We will never fuck, nor will I ever suck-uh your motherfucking dick again.”

“But...”

“Bye.” The call ended.

Racks and his cronies strolled to the exit, all chuckling, and he said, “No worries, my guy on the police force coming over later to lay out the cover story for your pissy workplace. Oh, and I’ll buy you a few prosthetic legs, too. My name engraved on them and everything. Tell ya friends whatever story you want about ya boy, Racks.”

They left the room, and after the door closed, Ian wallowed in his own darkness, a pit that plunged into never-ending melancholy. As he stared at the cutoff point of his knee, he wondered if it was all worth it. One-hundred percent? Absolutely not. However, what concerned him is that given Sienna’s brand of fellatio, he’d risk it again.

So much for learning his lesson.