WHORE Of BABYLON (Episode 12)

“This is arrant rubbish! You mean you let that sonofabitch do all that to you?” Mitch hisses, his nostrils flaring with outrage.

The three of us are seated on the kerb that runs down the road beside our compound. At this point, the entire neighbourhood appears to have gone to sleep because of the pervasive silence that has fallen around us. Only a few windows had lamplights winking through the jambs.

“You think I don’t want to deal with the idiot? From what I’ve told you, I was all good to go with the plan to put him in his place. And then Iliana’s friend came along.” I absent-mindedly pick a pebble from the ground and start to roll it around in my hand while silently recalling fragments of Ife’s words this evening.

That hoe… He’s my elder brother…

Sigh.

“Listen Ikem,” Mitch says, “even Ife would understand should you tell her what her conniving, soulless warthog of a brother did to you. You can’t be deterred just because the fool has a sister that happens to be your friend.”

His arms are folded around his midsection, the instinctive motion of one protecting himself against the cold. “In fact, I want to help,” he continues. “We should think of some other way to destroy him without necessarily involving physical assault like you wanted to do with the soldier guy. Something less forceful and yet dangerously effective.”

His voice bears a thrill, as though he is already anticipating a machination concocted by the three of us that would successfully diminish Sage. The thrill communicates itself to me, humming along on my nerve endings. I am still reveling in the sensation when I feel a hand on my thigh working its way slowly but persistently up to my groin.

In the darkness, surrounded by the chill of the night, I feel the heat of Bryan’s hand traveling up my leg. He is seated on my other side, and Mitch is so focused on his indignation and determination to ward off the cold to notice.

I turn to look at him. His small eyes are shiny with intent. I think of the last person who had invaded my body with his sex, Amobi, just the night before. And as the cold frissons over my body, I realize it won’t be a bad idea to warm up some for the night.

It won’t be something he’ll pay for, but I don’t mind. With his edgy looks and quiet sex appeal, he looks like someone who will know how to please, and that will have to suffice.

Besides, I cannot recall the last time I shagged someone close to my age.

Tsk.

“It’s gotten really late,” I say then, standing to stretch. “Can we continue tomorrow, guys?”

As I speak, I exchange a knowing look with Bryan.

Mitch gets to his feet, and gives a shiver. “My God, it’s really cold.” He tries to smother a yawn that jumps through his mouth.

As we troop inside the compound, Bryan says to Mitch, “Don’t lock up. I have something to talk to Ikem about.”

“Yea, yea,” Mitch says with a disinterested wave of his hand, while yawning again.

He continues on toward the verandah where his room is located, while I lead Bryan to the balcony that serves as the laundry and general kitchen for the tenants. There is a wooden table, weather-beaten but still durable, located in a secluded corner.

Bryan lifts me with little effort and places me on it, kissing me fiercely, hunger throbbing in his touch. His lips taste slightly of gin, a flavor I find invigorating and particularly stimulating as I clutch him around the head and grind my lips against his.

Soon enough, with barely restrained urgency, we shed our clothes. And then we are naked and under the mercy of the heat of our passion and the brisk temperature of the late night. The breeze had picked up some, blowing about with gentle force and causing a pleasant chill to rise up my spine, a sensation that only heightens my state of passion.

We resume kissing the second we’d dumped the last stitch of clothing, our hands grasping and our bodies straining as though we can’t get enough of each other.

I slip down the length of Bryan’s body until I am facing his crotch. His dick is firmly erect, pulsating in anticipation. Without prompting, I take it into my mouth.

The minute the dick disappears inside my warm wetness, Bryan bucks slightly and lets out a gasp of surprised satisfaction, one which graduates into a protracted moan as I work the schlong like only Sizikora can.

Sex for me is art. From foreplay to penetration to ejaculation, it’s like a calculated series of brush strokes on a canvas to give a desired landscape.

Bryan is a pre-cummer, I notice as I keep bobbing my head up and down his shaft, the liquid almost salty to taste. I suck on the cap a little, insert my tongue into his piss-slit to get the taste of his precum some more, and then break apart from him. His groans had heightened with the urgency of one who is close to busting his nut.

I get back on the table, spread myself on my back and lift my legs to the air, spreading them apart to give him better access. He hunkers down and goes to work on my rosebud with his tongue. He bites and chews and sucks, causing rivulets of pleasure to stream through my body. I arch my back repeatedly in abject bliss, suppressing the urge to moan out while holding his head to my pussy, afraid he will let go with his tongue and mouth too soon for me. I push his head gently but determinedly into my crevice as the full length of his tongue reaches into me and takes me to new heights of absolute pleasure. It almost makes me dizzy.

Then he straightens from me and spits out a gob of saliva into his palm. He spreads the spit all over his dick, and then smears another gob on my wet hole while fingering me to loosen my sphincter some more.

And then, a thought juts into my fevered mind – that we have no protection.

Before I can voice out what I know will be feeble protestation, he says in a breathless voice, “Baby, I want to fuck you raw. I know it’s risky, but I trust you don’t have anything.”

“I have never done this without protection, Bryan,” I protest without much will. “I don’t…oh!”

The sudden fullness I feel shuts down my defenses as I throw my head back and revel in the pleasure overwhelming me from below.

Bryan begins slowly, graduating in the push-and-pull rhythm. God, his dick feels so good! Better than any I’ve ever had.

This is obviously why people like to go raw, I find myself thinking as I clutch at his waist to pull him further in. The thought dances in my head for a while before fading and leaving space for the moans and pants of passion I’m letting out.

Soon he gathers momentum and it is almost a struggle for me to keep up. I begin to work on my dick with fervent insistence while his crotch is slapping away at my derriere. And then, my cum comes spewing out in torrents, an eruption that has me exerting all my will to keep from crying out. Seconds after, Bryan pulls out and is spewing his jizz all over me.

When he is done spasming, he sinks into the softness of my stomach, apparently spent from our pleasurable exertion.

“This,” – he slowly lifts his head from my tummy – “gives me an idea on how we will deal with that bat, Sage.” The smile he gives me just then is so deliciously sinister, that it makes me smile as well.

“Well, you think on the plan as the day goes on, while I strive to keep my appointment with a therapist.” I get down from the table and retrieve my shorts and top from where I tossed them.

He chuckles. That elicits another smile from me.

“Thanks for this. I didn’t realise how much I needed it until now,” I say to him.

And then, without thinking, I reach for his face and place a kiss on his cheek. The second my lips makes contact with his cheek, I freeze in momentary shock.

Oh my God, what was that!

I whirl around, now dressed, and begin to hurry away from him. This is what happens when you have sex for solely the pleasure. You cum and then you start kissing them on the cheek. On the cheek! What am I, a boyfriend?!

Bryan calls out behind me, saying something about filling Mitch in on the plan he’d just had, and I mutter something unintelligible in response, not pausing my haste to get away from him.

It isn’t until I am lying next to Ife, who is snoring lightly beside Iliana with her hand draped over Iliana’s bosom, that I let out the breath I had been holding inside since I kissed Bryan’s cheek.

Again – what was that?!

Do I like Bryan? As a friend, yes – but what was the kiss for?

It was just a kiss on the cheek, my conscience replies with an eye roll.

Refusing to think deeply into it anymore, I close my eyes and start to dream of Sage being raped by Colossus.

Written by Delle