Chapter 7: Racing Merger
It's late in the night. Everyone had stayed at Dom's house over night and through the day. Everyone wondered about Kris but no one went to see about her.
Theresa walked around outside. The night air is what she needed. She had stayed in Dom's bed since Kristine left, displacing Dom to the living room.
"Damn you." She whispered to heavens. "Why couldn't you just leave it between me and you Letty. You had to drag my sister into it. Fucking bitch. I hope you rot in hell."
She trundled to the picnic table and sat on table surface, her arms resting on her knees.
"Nothing can come easy for me, can it. Do I have to fucking trade off every time something good happens? I get friends who care for me, I loss a mom. Get my own business, loss a brother and father. Now I get a man I can say is mine and I loss my sister. What's next?" Theresa lifted her heavy head to gaze at the stars through tears. "I get a kid and loss my life in the processes? What do you want from me? Come on. What? Am I the fucking plaything for the heavens? The toy you torture? I go to church every Sunday. Kristine may have to drag me there some mornings but I go. Do I have to give up? Is that what you want? I give up everything. Life, love, friendship. Yeah. I got an idea, how about I end it all right now?" Theresa stood and turned to find Dom standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of cargos and flip-flops.
"So your ready to give up?" He asked, leaning against the frame.
"What do you expect? Shit, every time things start looking up they get slapped back down. And this time my bad luck cost my sister's life and my friend's sister's life on top of it."
Dom looked down before pushing off the doorframe and walking in front of her.
"Give me one good reason why you kill yourself?"
"I got my whole family killed. Hell, I got my friend's sister killed."
"I said good. If you didn't set them up, you didn't get them killed. And don't go blaming God. Things happen for a reason."
Theresa opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it.
"I'm too tired to argue." She whispered and walked past him.
"Then don't." Dom followed her in the house.
Theresa walked to the refrigerator and stood with the door open. Dom positioned himself behind her, his hand brushing her hips.
"Dom please."
"What?" His hand journeyed upward to her waist.
"It would only be pity sex." Theresa's feel back on his chest as she laid her hands on his arms.
"Who said I was taking pity on you?"
"Maybe it's the other way around."
"Does it matter?"
"Maybe." Theresa turned around to face him, her cheeks flushed and steaming with heat. "Maybe not."
She traced his lips with her index finger as Dom's hand began traveling in the opposite direction. He brushed his lips with hers while he lifted her onto the counter top. I pressed his mouth against hers, locking them together in a heated embrace. His fingers entwined in her hair. She timidly wrapped her legs around him, her hands caressing his head.
His hands pushed up her shirt, finding their way to her bra strap and tugging on the clasp until it released. He gently lifted her shirt over her head, the bra lifting with it. Dom's kisses cascaded down her body. One landing on her neck, one on her chest, another on breast; each blessed place was left with the lingering electric pulse that passed through her. His mouth affixed to her, suckling her, his tongue at times violent and abusive and gentle and kind the next.
She lifted his head to have his gaze meet hers before their mouths became conjoined. Her fingers gracefully unbutton his pants and slowly tugged downward on the zipper. She allowed gravity to release his shaft. She watched as it rose, the surface becoming larger and harder. While his kisses stayed to her neck, she allowed her hands to stroke him. She could feel it pulsing in her hands, heating the walls of her orifice. She sensed Dom's composure collapsing with every movement of her hand.
Dom moved her hands behind her, forcing her chest out. He captured her lips, their tongues fighting in a poetic battle. He placed his right arm against her back and lifted her. He took a hold of her shorts and brief cut panties and pulled them down past her butt. He gently put her down and pulled them down her legs, lowering himself to his knees. He tossed the clothing to the side and grabbed her ass to pull her forward to sit on the edge. Her clitoris grew as it lost its protection.
She felt the heat of his breath as he engulfed her, his teeth tugging at her. Each pull sending shock waves thorough her. He liberated her clitoris and moved down. His tongue darted in and out. A quiet moan escaped her lips. Her head rested against the cabinet door as she used the handle for support. Her back arched out and her body quivered. He stopped moments before her climax, sending her into withdraw.
She watched as he rolled the condom on, the meticulousness he took. When he finished, He took her in his arms against and pressed her against his body. His shaft waited at attention adjacent to her opening. He gently slid in her, her walls tight against him. A sudden wave of pain mixed with her pleasure. She rode it out, her arms tight around his shoulders. His hands increased their grip on her butt as his pace quickened. His pelvis beat hers in brutish obsession.
Her body stayed pressed against his, fingers through the valley of his back when the passion would allow it. She could feel herself becoming tense. She held back, wanting the moment to last.
He captured her lips again in a lustful entanglement, each person trying to control the kiss. Their gasp liberating from their throats. Theresa pulled away to whisper his name on a breath before moaning more. Her moment was close. She bit her lip while his thrust continued, each stronger than the last.
Her eyes filled with tears as she reached her peak. She froze in his arms as her vaginal muscles clasped Dom's shaft to herself. His hands tightened as he plunged deeper into her core before giving in to his own climax, his shaft pulsing within her.
He lay with his chin on her shoulder, slowly emerging from his post- climatic haze. Dom looked Theresa in her eyes. He could see the same daze twinkling from them.
"You wanna go upstairs?" He asked.
"Yeah."
He picked her up from her waist and set her on her feet. She picked up their clothes and balled them up in her arms. He hoisted her over her shoulder and walked through the kitchen and up the stairs; the only sound was the flop of his shoes as they hit the floor. *****************
"Damn!" V threw the phone receiver down on the hook and stared forward.
"What?" Mia asked.
"She hasn't answered her phone."
"So. Maybe she's out."
"She wasn't in class. She's never missed class."
"Okay. But you have to remember her sister was killed in her arms not even two days ago. If she had of gone to class, I myself would be shocked."
"Something's wrong."
"What's wrong?" Theresa asked, walking down into the living room.
"Kris is missing." V said
"Did you call her?"
"About five times in the past hour."
"You try her cell and pager?"
"I called her cell six and left to vice messages and three numeric."
"Damn." Theresa went to the staircase. "Hey Dom?"
"What?" He yelled.
"Something's up man."
Dom walked downstairs and kissed her briefly before asking, "What is it?"
"I think Kris is in trouble. Marcus and I are going to her house."
Dom looked to Mia. "I'm going with them. You stay here just incase she calls."
Mia nodded as she watched him, Marcus and Theresa rush out the house.
It's late in the night. Everyone had stayed at Dom's house over night and through the day. Everyone wondered about Kris but no one went to see about her.
Theresa walked around outside. The night air is what she needed. She had stayed in Dom's bed since Kristine left, displacing Dom to the living room.
"Damn you." She whispered to heavens. "Why couldn't you just leave it between me and you Letty. You had to drag my sister into it. Fucking bitch. I hope you rot in hell."
She trundled to the picnic table and sat on table surface, her arms resting on her knees.
"Nothing can come easy for me, can it. Do I have to fucking trade off every time something good happens? I get friends who care for me, I loss a mom. Get my own business, loss a brother and father. Now I get a man I can say is mine and I loss my sister. What's next?" Theresa lifted her heavy head to gaze at the stars through tears. "I get a kid and loss my life in the processes? What do you want from me? Come on. What? Am I the fucking plaything for the heavens? The toy you torture? I go to church every Sunday. Kristine may have to drag me there some mornings but I go. Do I have to give up? Is that what you want? I give up everything. Life, love, friendship. Yeah. I got an idea, how about I end it all right now?" Theresa stood and turned to find Dom standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of cargos and flip-flops.
"So your ready to give up?" He asked, leaning against the frame.
"What do you expect? Shit, every time things start looking up they get slapped back down. And this time my bad luck cost my sister's life and my friend's sister's life on top of it."
Dom looked down before pushing off the doorframe and walking in front of her.
"Give me one good reason why you kill yourself?"
"I got my whole family killed. Hell, I got my friend's sister killed."
"I said good. If you didn't set them up, you didn't get them killed. And don't go blaming God. Things happen for a reason."
Theresa opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it.
"I'm too tired to argue." She whispered and walked past him.
"Then don't." Dom followed her in the house.
Theresa walked to the refrigerator and stood with the door open. Dom positioned himself behind her, his hand brushing her hips.
"Dom please."
"What?" His hand journeyed upward to her waist.
"It would only be pity sex." Theresa's feel back on his chest as she laid her hands on his arms.
"Who said I was taking pity on you?"
"Maybe it's the other way around."
"Does it matter?"
"Maybe." Theresa turned around to face him, her cheeks flushed and steaming with heat. "Maybe not."
She traced his lips with her index finger as Dom's hand began traveling in the opposite direction. He brushed his lips with hers while he lifted her onto the counter top. I pressed his mouth against hers, locking them together in a heated embrace. His fingers entwined in her hair. She timidly wrapped her legs around him, her hands caressing his head.
His hands pushed up her shirt, finding their way to her bra strap and tugging on the clasp until it released. He gently lifted her shirt over her head, the bra lifting with it. Dom's kisses cascaded down her body. One landing on her neck, one on her chest, another on breast; each blessed place was left with the lingering electric pulse that passed through her. His mouth affixed to her, suckling her, his tongue at times violent and abusive and gentle and kind the next.
She lifted his head to have his gaze meet hers before their mouths became conjoined. Her fingers gracefully unbutton his pants and slowly tugged downward on the zipper. She allowed gravity to release his shaft. She watched as it rose, the surface becoming larger and harder. While his kisses stayed to her neck, she allowed her hands to stroke him. She could feel it pulsing in her hands, heating the walls of her orifice. She sensed Dom's composure collapsing with every movement of her hand.
Dom moved her hands behind her, forcing her chest out. He captured her lips, their tongues fighting in a poetic battle. He placed his right arm against her back and lifted her. He took a hold of her shorts and brief cut panties and pulled them down past her butt. He gently put her down and pulled them down her legs, lowering himself to his knees. He tossed the clothing to the side and grabbed her ass to pull her forward to sit on the edge. Her clitoris grew as it lost its protection.
She felt the heat of his breath as he engulfed her, his teeth tugging at her. Each pull sending shock waves thorough her. He liberated her clitoris and moved down. His tongue darted in and out. A quiet moan escaped her lips. Her head rested against the cabinet door as she used the handle for support. Her back arched out and her body quivered. He stopped moments before her climax, sending her into withdraw.
She watched as he rolled the condom on, the meticulousness he took. When he finished, He took her in his arms against and pressed her against his body. His shaft waited at attention adjacent to her opening. He gently slid in her, her walls tight against him. A sudden wave of pain mixed with her pleasure. She rode it out, her arms tight around his shoulders. His hands increased their grip on her butt as his pace quickened. His pelvis beat hers in brutish obsession.
Her body stayed pressed against his, fingers through the valley of his back when the passion would allow it. She could feel herself becoming tense. She held back, wanting the moment to last.
He captured her lips again in a lustful entanglement, each person trying to control the kiss. Their gasp liberating from their throats. Theresa pulled away to whisper his name on a breath before moaning more. Her moment was close. She bit her lip while his thrust continued, each stronger than the last.
Her eyes filled with tears as she reached her peak. She froze in his arms as her vaginal muscles clasped Dom's shaft to herself. His hands tightened as he plunged deeper into her core before giving in to his own climax, his shaft pulsing within her.
He lay with his chin on her shoulder, slowly emerging from his post- climatic haze. Dom looked Theresa in her eyes. He could see the same daze twinkling from them.
"You wanna go upstairs?" He asked.
"Yeah."
He picked her up from her waist and set her on her feet. She picked up their clothes and balled them up in her arms. He hoisted her over her shoulder and walked through the kitchen and up the stairs; the only sound was the flop of his shoes as they hit the floor. *****************
"Damn!" V threw the phone receiver down on the hook and stared forward.
"What?" Mia asked.
"She hasn't answered her phone."
"So. Maybe she's out."
"She wasn't in class. She's never missed class."
"Okay. But you have to remember her sister was killed in her arms not even two days ago. If she had of gone to class, I myself would be shocked."
"Something's wrong."
"What's wrong?" Theresa asked, walking down into the living room.
"Kris is missing." V said
"Did you call her?"
"About five times in the past hour."
"You try her cell and pager?"
"I called her cell six and left to vice messages and three numeric."
"Damn." Theresa went to the staircase. "Hey Dom?"
"What?" He yelled.
"Something's up man."
Dom walked downstairs and kissed her briefly before asking, "What is it?"
"I think Kris is in trouble. Marcus and I are going to her house."
Dom looked to Mia. "I'm going with them. You stay here just incase she calls."
Mia nodded as she watched him, Marcus and Theresa rush out the house.