Chapter 7: Vellington Football
(Prepare for another cute lemony scene, ya'll. You've been warned. LOL Enjoy!)
There was two hours left until DéMarckus' workday was over and he kept a steady pace, despite the sexy moment he shared with Lucky Chloe just moments ago. He finally gained the final piece of knowledge from her:
She's the reigning freestyle dancing champion!
It was a marvelous thing to hear and it made his life shine even more. On top of all of that, he also finally got to share how much he loves his precious otaku lover to his 'family' of co-workers and his 'adoptive father', Rynold. DéMarckus held a smile on his face at that idea and now, along with focusing on giving Lucky Chloe all of his love at every chance he gets, he can also focus entirely on the murder investigation of his deceased parents. So far, no further information has been revealed, but he's remaining patient, for Chloe's sake.
He really wants to get in that little black metal box and see what she's got hiding in there.
As for Lucky Chloe, she remained well-behaved as she watched her Vellington lover do what he loves on his job. She too had her signature adorable smile that would make the entire world follow suit without any effort. She was so relieved to see that, despite the devastating loss of his parents, he still lives his life to the fullest as if it's never happened. And even his compassion towards her was an even bigger accomplishment. Her hospitality is really paying off so far and she knows it's due to get even better later on tonight when she finally spends her first night at his apartment. She never forgot her own one-liner that made her kitty cat purr between her legs as she said it:
I've always wanted to fumble with a football in my end zone.
Having that thought in her mind made her slowly convert her cute smile into a dark, horny smirk and she was ready to prove that she can handle her football player on top for the first time. She was to expect it to be so steamy… so cute… so sexy…
…that she's hoping that DéMarckus doesn't have to come in to work until after 1 PM tomorrow.
Two hours later…
"Alright, conveyor boys!" Rynold's voice echoed all over the warehouse, immediately getting the attention from down below him. "The delivery boys will take it from here! Enjoy the rest of your day, everyone! Rynold out!"
"Great way to end the day, amigo." Danny commented, referring to that steamy moment between DéMarckus and Lucky Chloe, who just got out of her stool and approached her Vellington lover from behind, having him aimlessly hold her soft-pawed hand as he stood from his station as well.
"Heh, yeah." DéMarckus replied as he blushed. "Dat line right dere… damn. I've neva felt so anxious in my fuckin' life, yo."
"That line was catchy. Ain't ya gonna fumble?" Hearing that question made Chloe raise an eyebrow with her sensual smirk still in check, which DéMarckus was completely oblivious to as he made a playful jab to the Latino man's left arm. "Hhhhheh-heh-heh-heh-heeh! I'm just sayin', amigo…"
"Man, shut da fuck up, yo. You ain't right fo' dat. I ain't even gon' answer dat shit!"
"Eh, I tried. Anyway, we betta get goin' before Rynold kicks us outta here. You take care now, amigo." After that was said, Danny and Mallaro both made their way out first while DéMarckus held on to Lucky Chloe's hand while he had a free hand turn off the conveyor belts for the day before heading towards the exit as well. On the way out, the horny otaku had to ask to rub more salt in the humor wound:
"Are ya?"
"Chlo…" DéMarckus playfully replied as he hung up his work vest. "…I ain't gon' fumble my football, a'ight? I ain't do dat shit for real and I'm sho' as hell ain't gon' do it in bed tanight."
"I hope so. Nya!" At that signature cute meow, she jumped onto his back and, in reflexive response, he held on to her smooth legs for support while her arms wrapped around his neck in a piggyback ride. "Besides, it's been a while since I was roughed up from above."
"Same fo' me. Da last time I was on top… was my very first date. Afta dat shit, it ain't neva happen again. I was startin' ta feel weak each time."
"Awww, you don't need to smack yourself for that, baby. Lucky Chloe's gonna rekindle that fire… and it better last all night, too."
"Mm! I don't know, Chloe-baby. Garrie's gotta get his sleep tanight. He's got a job interview tomorra and it's early in da mornin', too. If he hears us all night, he'll be pissed off fo' sho'."
"Ohhh, I'm sure you can come up with something, DéMarckus-baby…" Chloe paused as they finally made it to the SUV and got off his back before giving him gentle strokes across his abs and pecs while the man's tender hands were on her love handles, missing the speakers again. "…because I really want it to be the sexiest football game you've ever played in your life. Tackle me with all your love, baby. No overtime. Nyaaaaahh…" At that groan, they both leaned in for a passionate kiss that was practically a greedy feast of a tongue tasting buffet with their hands roaming all over each other, especially at one point when one of the Vellington's hands made it to her succulent booty and gave it a good squeeze, making her lift her right leg in reflexive response and wrap it around his waist in order to her to feel his manhood underneath his jeans. They were wet in that area immediately upon contact as she continued to grind on him for a few more minutes during the kiss.
Finally, after the longest two minutes every endured by anyone, Lucky Chloe and DéMarckus ended the kiss slowly with their eyes peering deeply into each other's eyes with all the lust their hearts could hold. The man couldn't help but chuckle afterwards as well. Her adorability tickled him again.
"Heh, heh… too cute, baby girl. Yo' otaku ass is just too fuckin' cute." He commented with that famous Southern flavor, making her purr. "A'ight. Ya talked my ass into it. I'll see what I can do fo' a compromise wit Garrie. I'm sho' he'll be cool wit it."
"Thaaaank ya, baby. Let him down gently, okay?" One more small kiss on the cheek from her after that was said. She then made her way to the passenger side of the vehicle and got in before buckling herself up, ready to go to her new home. DéMarckus' smile just couldn't go away as he reluctantly got inside his car, revved it up, and carefully exited out of the parking garage before making his way back to his apartment for the remainder of the evening.
Twenty minutes later, in the Garbachi Apartments parking lot…
The two just arrived and Garrie stepped out the door right on time to see DéMarckus open the back door to his SUV. The shorter man nearly fainted when he saw how big Lucky Chloe's four piece luggage set was.
"Whhhat the…?" Garrie stuttered breathlessly as he now saw Lucky Chloe just casually make her way inside the apartment, giving him an aimless set of three pats on his shoulder along the way. "What's she doing here? Please don't tell me that's her stuff you're carrying."
"Well, please don't tell me… dat yo' nervous ass is shittin' in your pants because of her." DéMarckus sarcastically remarked, verbally shooting it right back at his best friend. Garrie showed an unimpressed frown on his face with defeat as the Vellington continued. "Anyway, yeah. Lucky Chlo is stayin' wit us. I promised her and she asked me nicely, yo. So, ya gon' have ta get used to da shit. Besides, I've got space fo' her cute otaku ass in my room. I have a big ass king-sized bed all ta myself, damn it. 'Bout time I get ta share it with da woman I love mo' dan my parents."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right about that. I'm just kiddin' about that statement before, though. I'm glad she's staying with us, buddy. You can mingle with her a whole lot more now. Does that also mean what I think it means?"
"Yeah. One more mouth ta cook fo'."
"Goddamn it."
"Heh, heh… don't worry 'bout dat shit, man." DéMarckus paused as he got to the front door and settled down Lucky Chloe's luggage for a moment, having Garrie close the door behind him as he continued. "You can cook fo' yo'self. I'm cookin' for her from now on."
"Phew! Thanks. That took a load off. Speaking of a… 'load'…"
"I was just fixin' ta talk ta ya 'bout dat. Lucky Chlo wants our first night here tagetha ta be the nastiest sexy shit we've ever done since we met. Ya ain't got nothin' planned fo' tomorra mornin', do ya?"
"Nah, nothin' important. I mean, I do have to meet up with an old friend at his job at his pet shop just down the street. He's gonna let me work there without an interview! Isn't that great?!"
"Ain't dat Carl Baxter?"
"Yeah! Glad you still remember him! Just as short as me… pitch black eyes…"
"…and a fucked up mind? Yeah! I rememba him. His albino ass is just twisted, yo."
"Heh! You're telling me! Well, I better leave you two alone then. In the meantime, you don't have to lift a finger in the kitchen tonight. I'm ordering Chinese. On me."
"Chinese food in Japan, tho'?"
"Hey! If they have it, I'll take it. It's all the same. No worries. Now please take all that stuff upstairs before I rip 'em open. I can't believe she's got so much."
"Yeah… all dat and a lil' black box. I can't get in dat shit… yet."
"Huh? How come? What's in there?"
"She won't tell me." That's when Lucky Chloe finally stepped in between the boys and volunteered to drag one of her piece of luggage by grabbing a handle.
"Ya damn right, I won't. Nya!" Chloe agreed as she made her way upstairs to DéMarckus' room. "C'mon, baby. I wanna mark my territory." When she was out of earshot after that last statement, the Vellington had to shake his head with humor and mutter in the same manner:
"…she ain't gotta say she ready for some dick like dat, tho'. Damn!" He made his way upstairs after that last word with the remaining three pieces of luggage.
Just a few seconds later, up in the Vellington's bedroom, Lucky Chloe had just placed down one of her pieces of luggage and took a moment to look around her lover's room. She was astonished by the color scheme of the place, which was various shades of blue, green, and purple. DéMarckus arrived not too long after to see her just wandering around and looking, but not touching everything. She had her hands behind her back in a playful manner the entire time. She looked into the closet and giggled at how most of his apparel was football related. It would never get old to her and, as she looked down, she saw a pitch black shoe box. She kneeled down towards it, but never proceeded. She just looked over her left shoulder in a cute manner, making her Vellington boyfriend blush and chuckle simultaneously. He took the hint immediately and nodded once with permission. Chloe then opened the box and gasped at the footwear she saw before her.
"Whhoa!" She nearly fainted. "Those are… solid gold street high-tops!" She regained her balance quickly as she still refrained herself from touching the expensive shoes. "And it looks like you never wear these! I haven't seen them since my last freestyle dance competition… and I still won as usual."
"Heh, yeah. I earned dose shoes from Garrie… befo' he was fired from his last job for desertion." DéMarckus admitted, making the otaku turn towards him once more over that same shoulder with a concerned frown. "Befo' we moved here, he worked at a pharmacy, but he neva told 'em 'bout da move and was fired by a phone call da next day after we arrived. He was pissed to da max, baby. Couldn't stand it for a whole day."
"Oh, no… no wonder he mentioned his new job earlier. He was desperate, wasn't he? Nya!" Chloe stood up at that meow and approached her lover to start the unpacking.
"He ain't really like his last job anyway. So, ya ready ta move in?"
"Hell yeah. First thing's first…" Lucky Chloe paused as she pulled out that fated black metal box from the luggage on the bed after playfully smacking DéMarckus' hand away, making him laugh again. "…let's see if I can trust you. Nya…" She then walked back over to the closet and placed the black box on the upper shelf, pushing it to the very back behind several neatly folded stacks of his jeans. Seeing this made him widen his hazel green eyes with astonishment. "Ya see where I put the box? Don't be sneaky and try to peek at it while you get dressed. I'm gonna be checking it once a week. If I see your fingerprints on it anywhere, you NEVER get to see what's inside… EVER! Understand?"
"…yeah, I got it." DéMarckus replied with beads of sweat drizzling down his face. Lucky Chloe giggled at this as she approached him, grabbed the bottom of his tank top, and used it to wipe the immense sweat away while admiring his abs for a moment simultaneously. "Ya lucky I love me some badass challenges. Keeps my brain runnin'."
"I see. Anyway, let's start unpacking. The food'll be here by the time we finish." And within a matter of seconds, they went right to it, already hoping for the very best for each other and Garrie.
Meanwhile, at the Tekken Mansion…
"It's too quiet now." Gon confessed as he was just standing in the underground onsen with only the men of the tournament, minus Heihachi. "With Lucky Chloe outta da mansion, it's just too goddamn quiet."
"Well, she deserves it, Gon." Jin replied with a handsome smile. "After everything she's done for DéMarckus, I had no doubt she would be living with him eventually. Besides, it's the best way for them to get to know each other just a little bit more. They're cute together."
"Yeah, I can't blame 'em. Then again, I kinda set them up on purpose. It was a match made in heaven, but mostly by myself."
"What? Your short ass knew DéMarckus was comin'?" Marduk asked.
"Eh, not really. I kinda requested that he should deliver my new game on the site. I didn't even know you could do that, but I did it and look what happens just three days after he meets Chloe: She moves out to live with him… forever. Aside from that, though, the crime investigation just gained a new piece of info and I just got it from Alisa. The Sheriff of the Sacramento Police Department just found the pick-up truck abandoned at an airport runway. The color, the license plate, the front bumper damage… everything matched! That's a huge clue right there. They still don't have the driver, though."
"The truck abandoned at an airport runway… hmmm…" Lee came in. "Could that mean…?"
"Yep! Whoever the murderer is… knows what he did and who he impacted. Therefore, he fled the city with his tail between his legs like the punk-ass coward every criminal becomes."
"…whoa." All of the men gasped, except King and Armor King. They just purred with astonishment. Gon nodded once with confidence.
"Hell, yeah. That's crucial information that DéMarckus must know ASAP. Alisa's working on telling him now. I gotta tell ya: His life would be a lot easier if he knew the suspect right now. Just hearing about an update on his truck should be enough to, at least, get him in the mood for some of that Lucky Chloe sweetness. Here's hopin' for a smile, fellas." Gon then held up his water bottle while the rest of the guys held up their beer cans.
"Cheers!" They all exclaimed in celebration.
Back at DéMarckus and Garrie's apartment, the two men and Lucky Chloe were eating their Chinese dinners at the kitchen island, having Garrie sit on a side by himself while the loving couple were sitting next to each other on the opposite side. Although they were enjoying their meals in silence, this was the perfect opportunity for them to hear themselves think about everything that's been happening so far. For Garrie, he was just so relieved that everything was rising back up to normal for his long-time best friend. He still remembers that fateful day two years ago when DéMarckus just heard from the Sheriff of the Sacramento Police Department via phone about his parents' sudden death by a car accident. It was a dark and gloomy day for both men and, even though the short man has lost his Father a year before, he still feels the pain of having an only child like DéMarckus lose the only remaining source of his family. Now that he has nobody to look up to that was blood-related, the best the lone Vellington could do was live his life to the fullest while he's still breathing, standing, walking, and praying. Garrie's smile grew even more after that full two minutes of those previous thoughts when he saw that Lucky Chloe had accidentally dropped a piece of her steamed broccoli onto DéMarckus' General Tso's Chicken platter and he volunteered to retrieve it and feed it to her in a playful manner, eliciting an adorable giggle and a handsome chuckle from the both of them respectively before they resumed eating. That moment alone had Garrie to say this in his mind:
Awww! That's the only other thing I like about DéMarckus. He's got all that muscle on all that body he's grown into… and yet… his gentle nature he's adopted from his beloved Mother doesn't phase out at all. His love for Lucky Chloe is really thriving to the max right now. I have no doubt that it'll be pretty damn loud tonight from their… you know. I don't even care if my first day on my new job tomorrow is early in the morning. I'm sure my second best friend will understand when I get there all tired and shit. I've got the perfect excuse for it. Heh, heh. It'll be priceless.
After those thoughts were encased in stone, another silent three minutes went by before DéMarckus felt his cell phone vibrate and he paused his meal to answer it immediately, which made Chloe and Garrie watch him with utmost concern.
"Hello?" The Vellington started.
"Good evening, DéMarckus Vellington." Alisa greeted from the other line. It was in another split screen conversation. "Is Lucky Chloe's official move into your apartment completed?"
"Yep! Her cute ass is all set and ready ta live wit me foreva. What's up, Alisa?"
"I've just received additional information regarding your parents' sudden death. It's about the suspect's vehicle. It's been located at an airport runway, left abandoned and unoccupied with every clue of the crash still intact. The suspect, however, is still nowhere to be found." Hearing this made the man's hazel green eyes widen with shock, making Lucky Chloe and Garrie pause their meals with worried glares in their own eyes.
"WHERE DA FUCK DID HE HIDE HIS PUNK-ASS?!"
"…you suspected it to be true after all. The suspect knew they were your parents, but the chances of the entire accident being an actual accidental occurrence to intentional is at a very slim ratio of 700,000 to 1… give or take."
"SHHHHIT!" DéMarckus slammed an angry fist upon the island, missing his plate and his glass of water completely, but it still made it shake. Chloe kept her aqua blue eyes of concern on him. She was ready to help alleviate the stress from this difficult time. Garrie turned his face into a look of absolute determination as the phone call continued. "So, dat means dat I should know his ass, too. Damn! So close, but so far! Did dey get dat truck?"
"They have confiscated the vehicle and have inspected it. You'll have to wait until tomorrow morning at 10AM to get the results. Is that acceptable?"
"Yeah, Alisa. I guess da 411 ya gave me is good 'nough fo' me. At least, we know he's hidden his scared ass. Where he hid himself is da only mystery. I sure do hope they find him soon."
"What will you do when they finally succeed in retrieving the suspect?"
"…I don't know yet, but I'll give ya holla if I come up wit somethin'. Thanks for da info, girl. I appreciate it."
"You are very welcome. Please use this time wisely to relieve the stress via sexual intercourse with Lucky Chloe tonight. It will benefit your well-being tomorrow morning, if you want to remain sane for the results." DéMarckus chuckled at that entire command and got into a relaxed state again as he resumed his meal. "Have a good night and good luck."
"Heh, thanks. See ya." He hung up his phone and placed it back in his pocket as he started the conversation with his otaku girlfriend and longtime best friend. "Chlo, Garrie… da dude's got swag on dis one. He knows he fucked up my parents and he's hidin' from me. Dey found his truck at an airport runway."
"Whaaaaa-an airport runway?!" Garrie exclaimed. Lucky Chloe became fully observant and vowed to only speak when spoken to as the two men continued. "What the hell was he doing there?"
"Who da hell knows? All I know is dat he's fucked up now. He messed wit da wrong brotha. I honestly don't know what I'm gon' do when dey find him, but fo' now, I'm-a keep it one-hundred wit'cha: Whateva I got planned by da time dey find his ass… he's gon' die." Lucky Chloe gasped at that statement and broke her promise to keep quiet as she desperately held on to his massive hands with an adorable frown that DéMarckus couldn't look away from, not even for a million dollars.
"No, DéMarckus!" She nearly screamed, making Garrie jump with surprise as he aimlessly continued his meal. "You're already so sweet towards me, Garrie, and everyone else around you that knows you! If you kill your parents' murderer, then you'll never be trusted again… especially from me. Nya…" The Vellington started to feel terrible about how depressing that meow sounded and made a regal frown to prove it as the otaku continued. "I've been betrayed way too many times before, DéMarckus. Don't you do that to me, okay? I love you." She paused as she gave him an embrace with her slender arms underneath his diesel ones and cried between his pectorals. DéMarckus returned the embrace with his face buried into her neck, giving it small kisses every few seconds as she continued within his chest: "Please don't be a murderer. I'm scared for you."
"Mm… you sho' ain't lyin', Chloe-baby." He replied into her neck. He then started feeling her warm tears stream down his chest and abs, making his hazel green eyes water as he was now resting his chin upon her left shoulder. "I feel yo' pain, girl. I guess I'll take yo' word fo' it, den. If somebody's gon' kill dat moddafucka, it's gon' be da po-po. Let dem handle da bastard. I still wanna talk some sense inta his ass, tho'. It's a'ight if I do dat, right?"
"Uh-huh…" Chloe was still crying within his chest with extreme worry. "…just don't hurt him. Do that for me." She then looked up at him with her cutest pout, making DéMarckus' manhood throb at the strongest capacity. He held back a moan as he gently stroked her face with all the love in his heart, wiping her tears away. "Please?"
"Anythang for you, Lucky Chlo. I promise. I ain't even gon' lay a finga on him. I'll be lookin' and speakin', but ain't gon' be touchin'. Let's just say dat da only thang I'm anxious 'bout is lookin' at my parents' murderer right in da eyes and see da pain he's caused me fo' da past two years."
"Thanks, DéMarckus. That would make your parents happy, too." During that tender moment, Garrie remained silent with a respectful smile as he volunteered to clean up the kitchen island by gathering Lucky Chloe's plate, DéMarckus' plate, and his own empty plate before heading to the kitchen sink to finish the job without disturbing the loving couple. By the time the sink faucet was running, DéMarckus couldn't hold the throbbing feeling in his crotch anymore and he made a low, guttural growl that only his otaku lover could hear. Chloe looked up at him with an adorable, sensual smirk on her face as she stroked his facial hair with empathy. "Ooooh, speaking of being 'happy', your dick must be wagging for me. Are you ready for some football, baby? Nya!"
"Hell yeah, Chloe-baby." The Vellington replied as they finally released the embrace and got out of their stools before he picked up Lucky Chloe and carried her upstairs to his room as if they were going to elope. Garrie felt this from behind, but never said a word nor look away from his handiwork at the sink. All he did was shake his head with comicality.
A few seconds later, in DéMarckus' bedroom, he and Lucky Chloe just got inside and he gently placed her back on her feet as he closed and locked the door. When he turned back around towards her, he was caught off guard when Chloe unexpectedly tackled him against the door as she held on to him with her arms around his neck and her smooth legs wrapped around his waist as they were engaged in another wild kiss that sent chills down both of their spines. The moment intensified even more after just two minutes when DéMarckus held on to her booty for additional pleasure and support and he even pushed her kitty cat up against his rock hard dick at his best ability. She immediately responded to it by grinding up against it with all her might and, in an instant, both her spandex shorts and DéMarckus' jeans were soaked only at the crotch area and it lasted for another eight excruciatingly slow minutes before they calmed down and had a thick string of saliva between their mouths. Again, DéMarckus slurped it in and it satisfied him to the core as he spoke.
"Holy shit, baby girl." He semi-whispered as he kept his firm grip on his otaku lover's ass. "You ova here tellin' me I'm waggin'. You've been purrin' since we finished unpackin' yo' shit. I can tell just by lookin' at dose beautiful eyes."
"Ooooh, you're too clever. Nya…" Lucky Chloe whispered back as she still had one hand hanging on to his neck while the other was massaging his face. "Then again, you kinda had it coming. You wonder why I always get turned on just watching you do what you do."
"Heh, heh. What do I do dat gets dat pussy cat purrin', baby?"
"Just being a Vellington. That's it… and you flaunt it so well, too. Nya! I'm ready to see your football skills now. Pretend I'm one of your rival teams. What's the first thing you would do to me at the line of scrimmage?" DéMarckus couldn't answer it right away. He had to take it all in to think for a moment. Just hearing her use those football terms was impressive enough, but it was how sexy she said it in that cute voice that made it even more exciting. After a full minute of thinking, he decided to play along with it. It was due to feel like he was playing football, except it was on a private football field without an audience or a commentator.
"Well, first of all, what's yo' position, Chloe-baby?" DéMarckus asked as he was carefully walking towards the foot of his bed with the adorable teenage otaku still in his massive arms.
"You're the linebacker on the defense and I'm the quarterback, ready to make a Hail Mary pass for a touchdown. How will you put me under so much pressure that I would just pass it anywhere?"
"Mm! Well…" The Vellington paused as he gently sat Chloe down on the bed and, at the very moment her booty touched the cool blue comforter, she started to slide backwards at an incredibly slow pace. DéMarckus got playful when she was at the center of the bed and began to crawl after her at the same slow speed, keeping his hazel green eyes on her aqua blues with a regal, sensual gleam, making her return the identical gaze. "…being da big man dat I am, I would plow right through yo' wall of defendas and get to ya as fast as possible." Chloe ended her journey to the pillows of the bed at that last word and they engaged in another quick lip-locking kiss, tasting each other along the way. After a slow thirty seconds, they slowly parted, but DéMarckus didn't stop there. He leaned down until his face was buried between her succulent breasts, making her release a screaming meow that was full of lust while she leaned her head back with sexual bliss as she felt his soft lips kiss all over them. She even had her legs wide open to give him more space.
After a slow three minutes, DéMarckus pulled away from her chest and sat on his knees upon the bed between her legs as he started to take his sweet time slipping the bolero jacket off of Lucky Chloe, who calmed down her frantic breathing long enough for her to look at his handsome face. She even held her arms up to assist in the undressing as she spoke.
"Damn, baby…" Chloe whispered. "…looks like you tackled me."
"But you ain't fumble wit no balls yet, Lucky Chlo." DéMarckus replied as he finally got the hot pink fuzzy jacket off of his otaku lover and tossed it anywhere. "Dis game's just gettin' started. I call da next play, a'ight? Dis is where I try ta sack yo' cute otaku ass." He slowly leaned down towards her for another passionate kiss that was gentle this time as he worked on getting the black nightie off, starting at her shoulders. With Chloe's arms down, not only was she able to assist in more of the sensual undressing that made her feel like she was heaven, she aimlessly led her slender hands to DéMarckus' belt buckle and worked on getting it loose… all while their eyes were closed to savor the kiss.
Another excruciatingly slow two minutes passed and both DéMarckus and Lucky Chloe broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes for only five seconds before their eyes shifted to their respective sights with sexy smiles on their faces: The otaku's precious breasts and her hands slowly making their way into his boxers. That latter feeling made the man elicit a soft growl that made her purr right back as she was now fiddling with his manhood.
"Oooooh, nya…" Chloe started in her most seductive tone since meeting the man. "…your football inflated just a little bit…" She paused as she focused her glowing blue eyes back on DéMarckus' regal hazel green ones with an adorable sensual smirk. "…and it's ready for a victory dance in my end zone, but first, you've gotta run a few yards." At that last word, the otaku helped herself out of her famous black nightie and all she had on was her matching spandex shorts at the same exact time her Vellington lover tried his best to take off his jeans, leaving on his pink boxers. This made Lucky Chloe pull off a cute, playful frown. "Aren't ya gonna pass that football, baby?"
"Naw, not yet, Lucky Chlo." DéMarckus replied as he kept his eyes on her luscious breasts, making her blush as she watched his gaze. "I wanna play wit dose cheerleadas real quick. Dey look like dey could dance betta dan your cute ass." Just a millisecond after that was said, the Vellington didn't waste a moment as he gently grabbed Chloe's ankles and pulled her slightly away from the backboard of the bed before crawling behind her. She watched him the entire time with her pink cheeks of arousal still in check.
By the time he was completely behind her, DéMarckus took his oh-so-sweet time leading his soft, massive hands towards her chest by starting a long massaging journey across her slim stomach, making her sing out an groan that was too cute for the man not to smile at as she leaned her head back in pure bliss. The sensation even caused her smooth legs to cross as tightly as she could to prevent herself from wetting the bed so soon. After a very slow sixty seconds, he finally made it to her 'cheerleaders' and gave them opposing circular massages in a perfect harmonic motion, feeling her hard pink tits between his fingers every few seconds. He even added more incentive to the moment by keeping his voice at his deepest, right into her ear. "Damn, Chloe-baby. Dere's a reason why I love touchin' yo' cute otaku ass. You're just so baby soft and it kinda reminds me of how my Mama soothed me when I was a lil' boy. Caressin' ya like dis is already makin' me the luckiest man in da world and ain't no otha woman is gonna give me dat sensation…" He paused as he started to plant tender kisses all over her neck, looking as though he was trying to eat it, and that made Chloe sing out an even louder groan and, in reflexive response, she held on to the Vellington's heavenly hands upon her precious boobs with extreme ecstasy, wanting more. After seven slow kisses, he continued his sensual speech: "…and I love you so much, Lucky Chlo. We gon' be da best couple since my parents. It's like ya said: We'll be just like 'em, but betta… and I believe we can do dat witout even tryin'. We'll try ta do e'rythang tagetha. I promise." DéMarckus ended that final statement with eight more succulent kisses that never made her stop her adorable song of pure passion. It was music to the man's ears and he never, ever wanted it to end. Unfortunately, it had to after his eighth and final kiss upon the teenage otaku's neck. That's when Lucky Chloe finally calmed down right at the exact moment her Vellington lover's hands traveled their way back down her slim stomach and took a gentle hold on the sides of her black spandex shorts with his chin resting on her right shoulder with a playful, regal smile on his face, which was completely oblivious to the otaku. "And I tackled ya again, baby girl. Ya just can't dodge me."
"(Pant, pant)…nope. I guess not." Lucky Chloe finally replied after over ten minutes of a steamy sensation that not even her wet dreams could offer. "You're too fast for me, DéMarckus. Are you naturally this fast on the real field?"
"Oh, hell yeah, Chloe-baby. I was da best." At that last word, the man didn't waste a second pulling down her shorts, ready for the main game. Chloe didn't hesitate to watch his handiwork with a cute, sensual smile on her pink face. She was blushing with arousal. "Not even da Quarterback Sneak could save 'em from me."
"Ooooh, nya." Chloe shifted her smooth legs to assist her lover in taking off her shorts as the conversation continued. "I can tell. I'll bet you could defend the end zone by yourself sometimes."
"…heh, yeah. 'Sometimes' is a good word ta say fo' dat shit. My coaches kept tellin' me dat same thang by da time I got ta dis point in my strength. Dey didn't know what da fuck I was capable of and dat's gon' be a mystery fo' many mo' years to come, Chloe-baby."
"Nice." The otaku kicked off her shorts as she said this before she turned around to face DéMarckus completely in the buff before him, sitting on her knees between his legs as she started to stroke his facial hairs with a passionate fire burning inside of her. "Looks like you could be an awesome defender for me, baby. Can ya prove it to me now? My end zone is calling for you."
"Goddamn, Chlo. You're just too cute. I've got da perfect defendin' strategy fo' ya." At that last word, DéMarckus gently grabbed Lucky Chloe by her shoulders before she was slowly pushed backwards until she was lying on her back with her legs wide open for her lover as she kept a dark, seductive smile that still had a hint of adorability, no matter what. "Damn…"
"What is it, DéMarckus?" Lucky Chloe asked in a sensual tone of her cute voice as she watched her lover crawl up to her carefully, stopping right between her legs. Her blushing never let up as he spoke.
"…I enjoyed dat pussy cat last night. Dis time, I'm just gon' let da football make dat touchdown right up in dat end zone, baby, but I want dat run ta be smooth. So…" DéMarckus silenced himself as he sat on his knees casually after he grabbed the small bottle of his Pleasure Mist from the nightstand on his left. All he did afterwards was just stare at that succulent pussy he loves so much, making her shiver with ecstasy as her slender hands never hesitated to make their journey down towards it with desperation. "…play wit it fo' me."
"Ohhhh, my God… just… having you staring at it again makes me… aaaahhhh… fuck yeah…" At those last two words, Lucky Chloe didn't miss a beat as she was vigorously playing with her drenched pussy with her head leaned back, her glowing blue eyes shut tight with joyful tears, and her famous ponytails hanging off the foot of the bed. During that time, all DéMarckus could do was just stay in his current position and watch her with a regal smile with of admiration as he aimlessly started to apply the spray-on condom while tending to soothing the orgasmic arousal within his balls by just keeping a soft grip upon them.
"Mm… goddamn, baby girl. You look cute, no matta what ya do." He taunted, making Chloe gain enough energy to lift her head up and give him a look that said 'Are you kidding me?' all over it, even as she was still giving her kitty cat all the pleasure she could at her highest speed.
"Ahhh… fuuuck, DéMarckus…" She groaned. "…you're teasing me! I'm… I'm gonna… I'm gonna… ooooooh…"
"Heh, heh. Ya gonna do what, Chloe-baby? Shoot out da wata sprinkler and wet da field? Yeah, I know it. Dat's how I like da field: wet." Right at that last word, the otaku couldn't hold it in any longer after an incredibly slow five minutes and she elicited a scream that was both ear-splitting and adorable simultaneously as she held both of her hands up against her squirting pussy, making gut-wrenching squishing sounds that never bothered the both of them at all. It just made DéMarckus harder than a brick wall at this point and right on time for him to finish the Pleasure Mist application before taking his time setting the bottle back on the same nightstand from before. Afterwards, and while his otaku lover was still shivering from her explosive orgasm, he took his oh-so-sweet time once more crawling over her shaking body until he stopped at a point where the tip of his manhood was just a centimeter away from Lucky Chloe's covered pussy. She felt the sensual heat from it through her slender hands and calmed down almost instantly as she felt one of his soft hands slide under her head right between her famous ponytails and was slowly being lifted up to caress her close to his chest for soothing comfort. As soon as she was completely nestled between his rock hard pectorals, she finally released her now soaked pussy and slid her slender, moist hands up his back until she reached his upper back, leaving two thin streaks of her pleasure juice smeared upon his back. The feeling of it felt exhilarating towards the Vellington and he rewarded her with a tender kiss on her forehead between her bangs while he still held one hand behind her head and the other around her waist. What made this sweet moment have a funny taste to it was Chloe's first question to start the conversation in semi-whispering voices from the both of them:
"Did I get Garrie's attention? Nya?"
"Hhhhheh-heh-heh-heh-heh… naw, Lucky Chlo." DéMarckus replied. "Well, maybe ya did, but he ain't gon' say shit 'bout it. All dat mattas is dat you satisfied yo' pussy cat with dose wet hands ya got on my back right now and I got to see one hell of a show. I ain't mean ta tease ya dat much, tho."
"Aww, that's okay. You only did it just you can get to my end zone and make a touchdown dance inside of me." Chloe paused as she gazed into her lover's hazel green eyes as she massaged his upper back. "Has it been a while since you've been on top?"
"Yeah, 'bout just as long as when I first had sex and broke my virginity. Dat first time was when I was on top. Dat rest of dem bitches… wanted control ova my ass like I was dere goddamn slave and shit."
"Oh, no… well, good thing I wasn't like that at the club last night. Nya! This time…" Lucky Chloe paused as she gave DéMarckus one, long lick across his left cheek as added incentive before she leaned back down on her back with her cute, but dark smirk in check as she gestured her right hand to say 'bring it', making the man raise an eyebrow with astonishment. "…make me yours forever. Nya…" That nearly whispering meow was enough of a message for the Vellington. Taking those four words before the cute animal sound into consideration, he slowly leaned down towards her for a tongue-lashing passionate kiss that lasted for about three minutes, having the man slowly slide his protected dick inside of her at the last thirty seconds, making her softly gasp at the smooth intrusion by the time their kiss ended.
As DéMarckus was vigorously giving Lucky Chloe all of his love at every thrust, he had her securely wrapped up in his massively diesel arms, leaving her arms free and allowing them to wrap him up in her embrace at her best ability along with her legs desperately wrapped around his waist. During that time, they somehow… someway… managed to stare as deeply into each other's eyes as possible without ending up with a kiss during sex for the first time. They even lacked the respective sounds of passion as they actually spoke casually, but semi-breathlessly.
"Mm! Damn, Chloe-baby." DéMarckus started as he was slowly starting to break a sweat, due to his intense thrusts inside of his otaku girlfriend. "Dat was too smooth of an entrance. You a'ight?"
"Hell yeah, I'm fine." Lucky Chloe replied as she took in every inch of her Vellington boyfriend. "You sure weren't kidding when you said this would happen on the down low at every chance. I can really see that happening right now. Nya!"
"It's gon' be some funny shit, baby. Ain't got no doubt 'bout it. But, listen. Since we feelin' dis sexy-ass shit so early and we ain't nowhere near da big O, dere's a few mo' thangs I've gotta get offa my chest real quick. I want ya ta take it all in like you takin' in all of my dick right now."
"I'm all ears, DéMarckus-baby. Mmm…" She felt a small orgasm, but it didn't get any stronger than that as the Vellington spoke.
"Despite all da attention I was gettin' from my teachas, coaches, and all da ladies in high school, I was actually a bullyin' victim when I was sixteen."
"…wwwhat? Why? You look delicious to me. Nya!"
"Some jealous moddafucka used ta be da ladies' man all ova da school until I came along durin' my sophomo' year. He saw how good I was lookin' and it was like all da girls fo'got 'bout his ass. I can't blame him, tho'. He was lookin ratchet ta begin wit anyway."
"What did he do to you?"
"Called me names, pushed me around in da halls, stole my lunches, tripped me up a few times… hell, dat one trip and fall I had… nearly killed me." Hearing that last statement made Lucky Chloe hold DéMarckus closer to her with horror, having the man speak into her right ear while she spoke into his left. Her blue eyes were closed with fear in her heart, despite the steamy sex they were still having at a now steady pace. "Mm! Yeah, I know it's scary ta hear, Chloe-baby… but it's da truth. I would neva lie to yo' cute otaku ass."
"Keep talkin' to me, DéMarckus. What the fuck did he do to you that day?! Nya!"
"Well, long story short and I'll tell ya mo' lata when we ain't fuckin'… he started teasin' me 'bout my Mama being white and I ain't look da part fo' it. It happened at da very stop of da second flo' steps and he tried ta snatch my backpack offa me. Da struggle made me fall down dose stairs and I had a broken arm, a couple ribs snapped, and it just knocked me out. I ain't know what he did afta dat, but I can tell ya dis: Afta dat shit, I ain't fo'get 'bout it. And I got his name written down. Rememba da dude you said da hurt yo' feelin's wit dat verbal abuse shit?"
"Yeah… (Gasp) …no! Montego Jones! He nearly killed you?!"
"My parents stayed by my side da entire time I was in da hospital. Thanks ta my Dad, he actually helped dem surgeons wit my ribcage wit some safe bone marrow fusion shit he made in secret. Maybe dat's da otha reason why Montego nearly killed my ass, but now dat I'm alive, dere's no tellin' what he'll think when he finally sees me afta all dese years." The fucking never stopped, but sped up even more at that last word as DéMarckus slightly lifted his head to see tears streaming down Lucky Chloe's baby smooth cheeks. She was full of fear, despite the love she was feeling between her legs. "But, it's like I've said befo'…" He paused as he used a thumb on his right hand to wipe away a tear stream. "…no matta what happens, we gon' stay tagetha 'til da day we die. I'm take a bullet fo' ya and e'rythang, Chloe-baby. I love ya, my parents love ya, you cute as fuck… and you mine foreva."
"Awww, DéMarckus… I'm so happy for you and I love ya so much more now. Aaaaahhhh…" Chloe finally felt an oncoming orgasm building up inside of her and she started to shiver tremendously within her man's arms. He held her closer in reflexive response and, at that moment, they smothered each other's necks with multiple wet kisses to give each other more passion than ever before.
As for Garrie in his bedroom downstairs, he overheard the multiple toned screams of sexual desperation from DéMarckus and Lucky Chloe, but it never really bothered him at all as he was slowly drifting off to sleep. Before he could, however, his cell phone vibrated on his nightstand and he didn't hesitate to answer it. It was Alisa.
"Hello, Garrie Knotts speaking." He greeted as usual.
"Are you DéMarckus' longtime companion?" Alisa started briefly on the other line. It was turned into another split screen conversation.
"Yep! That's me. Have you gotten more information on the murder investigation?"
"The Sacramento Police Department are currently on a widespread search for the suspect behind Daxxean and Stephanie Vellington's murder. After a very thorough bioscan of the interior of the black pick-up truck, they narrowed it down to two possible suspects sharing the same DNA. One of them, of course, fled to an unknown location. The other is still at large in the city. Despite the latter, they don't think the one in the city is of any danger to anyone, so they're focused entirely on tracking down the one who fled the state of California. This is all the information I could obtain. I hope it will suffice for DéMarckus when you announce it to him tomorrow morning."
"…yes! Finally! They got some leads! This is surely some good news that DéMarckus will have to hear tomorrow. Thanks a bunch, Alisa. That's more than enough."
"It was my pleasure. I bid you goodnight."
"Goodnight, Alisa." After that, Garrie hung up his phone, turned it off, and laid it back down on the nightstand with a grin from ear to ear as he slowly drifted off to sleep once again. This time, despite the final, possibly ear-shattering screams from Lucky Chloe and DéMarckus' epic orgasmic finale, he managed to take it in like music to his ears and fall asleep peacefully.
Back up in DéMarckus' bedroom…
It took the interracial couple nearly twenty whole minutes to finally calm down from their orgasmic explosion. It ended with the Vellington lying over top of Lucky Chloe with his diesel arms lying flat upon his bed and the otaku's legs still clenched around his waist as well as her arms as they were both breathing hard like a pair of dogs after a jog on a sweltering summer afternoon. After ten more minutes of resting, DéMarckus rolled over on his left and laid on his back with both of his hands on his chest. He then looked over at Lucky Chloe, but he did a double take when he saw her just getting under the covers at the head of the bed, holding the comforter up against her chest with a million dollar smile that was too cute to look away from.
"Hi." Chloe greeted sweetly as DéMarckus slowly sat up and just sat there like a big kid with his legs still wide open, but his arms covered up his privacy. He chuckled with a million dollar regal smile of his own.
"Hey, baby girl." He greeted back playfully. "You ova here actin' like dat fuckin' shit was nothin'."
"Tee-hee. It really wasn't. You were amazing. You really meant everything you promised before. Nya! Does that really mean it's official now?"
"It's all carved in stone, Lucky Chlo. Ain't nothin' gon' tear us apart now. People can say whateva da hell dey want 'bout us. It ain't gon' change a goddamn thang." The Vellington finally started to crawl towards her on his left side and got under the covers as well with them covering him from the waist down. They were now leaned up against the backboard with their heads facing each other in the cutest way possible. "Besides, it's all for da sake of my life. I was depressed as hell until I met yo' cute otaku ass."
"So, I've been told. You sure didn't look like you've been depressed, though… and kinda still don't now. How did you heal up so fast before meeting me?"
"Garrie."
"…" Lucky Chloe's smile grew, making her even more adorable than before.
"I rememba goin' ta his family's church e'ry Sunday wit my parents when I was small and I neva lost my faith. Even tho' we ain't goin' ta church no mo' since we moved here, he still kinda bought it wit him, inspired me ta keep it all in stride, and told me ta neva let da negativity take over my soul like a demon. I'm-a admit it ta da fullest on dis one: It literally took him a whole week ta get dat thought in my mind."
"How come?"
"Da negativity already swallowed my heart and soul at dat point and I felt hopeless and hardheaded 'bout it. I was actin' stubborn and shit… it was irritatin' ta Garrie. I kept givin' him da same complaint ova and ova again e'rytime he brought it up, but he neva gave up. By da middle of da week, dat's when I started ta feel a sudden change in myself. My attitude changed just a lil' bit, I started fightin' for e'rythang dat's right in life, and I even started ta gain my confidence back. It's a trait dat's been in da Vellington family name for many years. I rememba only dat part 'bout my family's history, thanks ta my Mama. By dat Saturday, I'm a brand new man. I ain't scared of nobody, ain't scared ta share my struggles, and now dat I met'cha, Chloe-baby…" DéMarckus paused as he started to reach his right over to his otaku girlfriend and gently stroke her cheek with compassion. She never lost her smile. "…my soul is guaranteed ta be at peace for da rest of my life. Yo' da angel witout wings I've been searchin' fo' and here's hopin' ya neva fly away from me." Just a millisecond after that last word, the proud Vellington leaned towards her for a passionate kiss that was short and sweet, but still full of that Lucky Chloe sweetness he adored so much. After the thirty second kiss, Chloe snuggled under her lover's chin and the covers simultaneously as she laid on his right pectoral as an additional pillow. She even gave it a small kiss to add more love to the moment. "Thank ya fo' bein' my shinin' light, Chloe. I love you."
"I love you more, DéMarckus Vellington. Nya…"
The two drifted off to sleep afterwards, knowing now that they were officially a couple that was nearly identical to the life of Daxxean and Stephanie Vellington, it was due to be a tradition that will never cease…
…no matter what any naysayers think.
To be continued…
