Uncontrolled

Uncontrolled
Junior didn’t even remember leaving the bar area. He was supposed to be looking for his brother Evan, but Lenora had captured him in her graces. How? He couldn’t have said. There was just something about her. And it was more than her curves. More than the way she moved, or the delicious flavor of scent that fell onto him like an invisible cloud.
She’d led him into the kitchen. But that was something he couldn’t recall. What he knew next was that he was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. It was a clean. Every counter was free of debris. Every smooth surface had been sprayed with and wiped down with bleach. The strong odor of Clorox was still mingling in the stagnant air. Spices lined a rack on the opposite wall. Each one was turned in the same direction. Staring at him as if pleading to release them from the wooden bonds of the wall.
“You hungry baby?” Lenora was already grabbing a bowl and utensils.
“Only for you,” he said, removing his shirt. He felt the pressure of his jeans straining around the crotch and zipper.
“Well honey you gonna have to wait a moment. I simply must put something in my mouth. I’m famished.”
Junior didn’t miss the innuendo. He walked up behind her, with only his boots and hat on. He spun her around and cradled her face tenderly in his hands. “I can remedy that,” he melded his lips with hers. His touch drew excitement from her in a soft moan of pleasure.
Lenora reached down to his leg to feel what she was working with. Or, what she thought she’d be working with.
“I’ve loved you the moment I saw you,” he breathed into her mouth. He didn’t know where the words came from. Sure, she was attractive. But, love? There was nothing within him prior to now that indicated anything remotely in that direction.
“Oh Junior,” she pulled back. “I-I only fucked Evan to make you jealous, and when you went to jail, I wanted to hold you, but all I could find was him.”
“I know,” he scooped her up into his arms, breathing in her scent. All the while as she spoke he repeated lies within his mind. But, he wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe the strange feelings that were crawling through him.
“Oh Junior it’s about time.”
Time for what? His groin told him one thing, but something in the way she spoke said was entirely different. “Better late than never,” he responded. His words were no longer his. He felt as if he were reading from a script. Gently he laid her down across the table, and pulled her dress over her supple body. He stared at her nakedness taking in each fine hair. Each tiny bump of gooseflesh. Each gentle sloping curve.
“Hear my soul speak, from uh… the very instant that I saw you did my heart uh… fly to your service.”
“Did you just quote Shakespeare?” Lenora seemed to laugh at his attempt. She lay her head back.
He shrugged staring deeply into her eyes. “You told Evan you liked that kind of stuff, but he didn’t give a shit. So...I learned some stuff.”
Her smile was her only response and she took a bare foot and slid it along the crotch of his jeans while he fumbled to release the button.
“I’m so happy that you did.”
Junior leaned down to plant a soft kiss against her lips. The heavy head of his cock pressed her melting flesh. He released himself from his pants, allowing them to fall to his feet. Leaning over again he planted a kiss on one of her nipples. Then grabbing hold of himself he slid into her. A mutual gasp played on both of their lips.
Their eyes locked and the table rocked as Junior started off slow. Her arms wrapped around him as their bodies merged and moved as one.
Junior soon propped himself over her and stared down into her face as his thrusts grew more fervent. He drew his cock all the way out, throbbing against her lips for a few moments before slowly pushing his way back in.
With each stoked motion Junior became further lost in a gentle mist that formed around them. Beyond, past the kitchen and the bar. Beyond the neatly placed tables. Beyond the door stood his closest friend Cutter. Pounding on the door. He could get in. And Bridgette stood near him. The pounding eventually stopped. Though as time and distance meant nothing within the mist both parties moved on. Only to regather soon. Junior saw none of this. He knew of nothing beyond what occurred within the mist that locked him with Lenora.
“I want to take my time,” he said. “I’ve waited so long for you,”
She couldn’t speak, as his rigid cock slid inside her once more.
“I want to come together,” he said. He could tell a trace of his voice was more gentile, yet venomous. His voice was his and at the same time had the hint of a woman. A hint of Lenora. Is she speaking for me?
Junior nodded. He nodded to his own comment. He nodded as if responding to her. Yet, he’d been the one to speak. He tenderly caught her upper lip with his tongue. Then his teeth and bit down playfully. He wrapped a calloused hand around his hardness. He pushed his head against the rim of her opening. Sliding it up and down and around her opening. Each time, Lenora gasped, while her face grew redder in hue. Juices rained down upon his fat head while his tongue caressed hers.
He felt her feet touching the small of his back as he continued to tease her. She groaned as her back arched underneath him. The cool of the stainless steel table chilled her.
He reared back and plunged into her depths. Each jut of his hips grew harder, and faster. He stood straight, holding her legs against his chest as he watched her light amber skin turn red before she called his name.
Furiously she rubbed the tips of her hand between her legs, feeling where the two came together. Her legs quivered against him as her moans grew louder. She screamed his name before her head fell back and her body relaxed.
“Oh...I wanted you to finish...with...me” she said as he kept thrusting inside of her.
Junior felt his climax begin its slow ascent, and pulled out of her. She sat up and turned around, aiming her pretty backside his way.
“Again,” she ordered.
Junior grunted as her servant. He wanted to satisfy her every demand. Her eyes locked on him as she turned around. Something told him that she was in charge. Something told him that he wanted nothing except to do as she said.
Lenora’s foot left the floor and rubbed against his shin as he heard someone call his name. The noise behind and around him was loud, yet muffled. The mist grew thicker, blocking out anything he could see. There were figures around him. There was a scuffle. But he continued with the wild motions of Lenora bent over in front of him. Her taut waist moved forward and then slid hard back to meet his body.
“Junior,” the voice said sounding far away. “Finish fucking that voodoo bitch and come on.” Those were the words he’d heard, but they meant nothing to him. His body was no longer in his control. His mind was pulling away. His ability to think and react of his own accord were swarmed with cloudiness.
He turned to see where the muffled sounds were coming from. There was a man not far off. He was tall. His skin shaded by the mist. Yet, Junior could see one thing. It was conspicuous. It spoke more to Junior than the words he couldn’t hear, nor understand. In the figures hands was a long rifle. And it was pointed directly at him. Who was that? Who are you? He tried to cry out. What do you want? Junior tried to ask. But as he opened his mouth willing the words to flow, nothing came. He looked down, finding Lenora. Her eyes staring deep into him. Her mouth open, and wide exposing the glaring white of her teeth.
“Shoot him baby,” she said. Her smile widened and she turned back around. Her naked frame continuing with her torrid bounce.
Junior looked to his side and could see the tan leather of his holster hanging from the back of a chair. He could see where he’d tossed his shirt. He could see where the shirt hit the ground.
Junior reached over and pulled the gun from the holster. He was surprised that it came free without the holster’s strap needing to be undone. The .45 was light in his hand. He again caught Lenora turning back to him. Do it… filled the world around him.
Junior lifted the gun and pointed it at the bulk frame of the man’s body obstructed outside of the encircling cloud.