Curtis L. Alcutt
An excerpt from “Bullets & Ballads”
Apollo tailed Nyrobi down I-580 east and off the 98th avenue exit. At the stoplight at the bottom of the ramp, she turned on her left turn signal. Cool, at least she’s goin’ toward the hills where the folks wit’ cash live. She led him up the hill past Knowland Park Zoo.
A few minutes and several twisty turns later, she pulled into the circular, brick driveway of a plush home. The house was all white except for its black trim. It literally sat on the hillside, supported by stilts. Large windows covered the front of the house. Two large white pillars straddled the doorway. The landscape featured decorative rock, redwood bark, and low maintenance plants and shrubs. Low lights outlined the driveway and walkway like a landing strip. A fountain gurgled to the right of the walkway. A large Oak tree stood to the left.
Nyrobi left the car running and let her window down. Apollo rolled over and lifted his helmet shield. “Where can I park my bike?”
She pointed a slender finger toward the three-car garage. “You can park it over there.” She pressed a button on the garage door opener on her visor. The center garage door opened and the overhead fluorescent lights came on. After he rode inside, Apollo saw a dark teal metallic-colored Porsche Cayenne SUV behind the right side garage door. Baby got loot! He let down his kickstand and dismounted his bike. He draped his leather jacket over the seat, placed his gloves inside his helmet and hung it on the handlebars.
On the way to the Jaguar, he heard the hum of the garage door closing behind him. The reverse lights on the Jag came on as Nyrobi reversed to pick him up. he sat down and belted himself in. The scent of her Christian Dior perfume pleased his nose. A song by singer, Goapele issued from the Alpine CD player at low volume.
Apollo closed the door, turned and looked at his sexy driver. “Okay, I gotta ask; what the hell do you do for a livin’? You ballin’ outta control!”
She smiled, wrapped her hand around the wood grain gearshift knob and shifted into drive. “My husband, rather soon-to-be ex-husband, and I own five gas stations, a couple clubs in San Diego and a few condos in Hawaii and Jamaica, which we rent out.”
“Damn! I knew you had to be doin’ somethin’ cool. How you get into all that?” He watched their progress on the Jag’s in dash navigation screen.
“Well, to be honest, most of it came from investments by my husband.”
“He must have a good-ass job.”
She effortlessly negotiated the Jag downhill, around the curves. “He used to. You may have heard of him. His name’s Benny Whitman.”
Apollo ran the name through his head as they entered I-580 westbound. “The name don’t sound familiar.”
“You must not be a football fan. He was a second-string middle-linebacker for the Arizona Cardinals until a few years ago.”
Apollo looked up from the navigation screen. “Serious?”
“Yes. He played for eight years before suffering a severe back injury. He was paralyzed from the neck down for six hours. After that, he gave it up and retired.”
“That woulda done it for me…I woulda quit too.” She slowed as they approached the Bay Bridge toll plaza. He dug in his pocket. “I got it.”
Nyrobi placed her hand on his. “That’s okay, honey. I don’t have to pay; I have the ‘FastPass’. ” She pointed at the small white box mounted behind the rearview mirror as they drove through the special “FastPass” tollbooth lane.
“From the looks of your house, you got the best of the deal.”
“Humph! I wish! He lives in a twelve-bedroom home in Scottsdale. My house is nothing compared to his.”
Apollo laced his fingers in hers. “So, where we goin’, Birthday Girl?”
“To one of my favorite spots in the Bay Area.” A short time later, Nyrobi parked the Jag in the north parking lot of the scenic Twin Peaks vista area. The twin hill peaks gave a panoramic, 360-degree view of the entire Bay Area.
“Mmmmm I love the view of San Francisco from here,” remarked Nyrobi.
“Yeah, it is cool. I ride my bike over here sometimes.”
She removed the key from the ignition and put it in her jacket pocket. “Come on. Let’s get out.”
He stepped out and stretched. “You picked a good night. Usually it’s cold as hell here at night.”
She walked around to the front of the car and rested her ass on the hood. “I put in a special request with the birthday gods to make sure I had a night like this for my special day.” He found her dimpled smile alluring. He walked over and joined her in front of the car. To their far right, an Asian couple was also enjoying the view.
“Did you get everything else you wanted for your birthday?”
She brushed her hair over her right shoulder in order to get a better look at Apollo. “I don’t know,” she replied provocatively. “I haven’t un-wrapped all my gifts yet.”
Apollo turned and stood in front of her, his knees touching hers. “What you waitin’ for?” He then put his hand under her chin, tilted her head back slightly and kissed her. Her warm, soft tongue tasted his.
Nyrobi opened her legs just enough for him to stand between them. The kiss was long, wet and slow. When they finally stopped, they both gasped for air. She ran her hands under his hoodie and T-shirt, feeling the muscles in his back. He brushed her hair out the way and began kissing the side of her neck. “Mmmmm, it’s been so long…,” she whispered.
He said nothing; he was too busy kissing, licking and sucking her tan neck. He was as intense at making music as he was at making love. He never slacked at either. Nyrobi ran her fingers between the gaps in his cornrows. Her nipples rose to the occasion. Apollo ran his hand over her hard love buttons as he kissed her ear. “I wanna taste these.” She moved her neck out of reach of his mouth and unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse. He looked from side to side. “There’s people out here.”
She grinned. “Are any of them police?”
“No.”
“Good.” She unhooked the front clasp of her gold bra, unleashing her luscious thirty-six C cup breast. Her jacket provided a little privacy, but not enough.
He rubbed her tits. This girl freaky as hell! The more he fondled them, the more she moved her crotch against his. His stiffness reached out to her. Nyrobi grabbed the back of his neck and eased his head down to her waiting nipples. She made him suck them right there, twenty yards away from the young Asian couple who were hugged up enjoying the view of the city.
As Apollo suckled her, Nyrobi looked over at the Asian couple. She could tell they’d seen what was going on by the nervous smiles they both gave her. As she guided Apollo’s lips from her right breast to the left one, she flashed the Asian couple a fox-like smile. They both blushed then got into their black primered Acura Integra. Nyrobi reached for, and found, Apollo’s rigid manhood. “Fuck me.”
Apollo froze in mid suck. “Say what?”
Nyrobi unzipped his pants and placed her lips on his ear. “I said I want you to give me a good birthday fucking.”
Before Apollo could reply, his meat was in her fist. He noticed the windows in the Acura were fogging up. “Woman, its people out here.”
“So.” She placed her tongue in his mouth to hush his protest. At the same time, she unsnapped her pants, dropped them and her gold lace boy-shorts just below her light brown ass. After releasing his tongue from her mouth, she turned and faced the car, placing her soft booty against his stiff member.
Apollo took one quick look around then said to himself, “Fuck it.” He guided his missile into her wetness. Nyrobi welcomed him. She moved her ass slowly from side to side, accepting his offering.
“Ohhhh….. yeeeeessss….harder…fuck me… harder!” Apollo caught her vibe. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back and drilled her. He gave her a good ol’ fashioned fuckin’. He dug his toes into the blacktop and pushed into her guts. Nyrobi grasped the Jaguar hood emblem with one hand and the fender well with the other. “Ohhhhhhh! Gonnacumgonnacumconnacummmmmm!” she wailed. Apollo reached around her waist, bear-hugged her and pumped faster.
“Gimme that shit! Nut on my dick! Nyrobi lost it. A quiver went from her toes up her spine. Apollo felt her liquid warmth on his throbbing dickhead as his own orgasm began to leak. “Ooooooo fuck! Here it cummmm!” He withdrew and shot a hot stream of man-juice on her lower back and between her ass cheeks.
“Garbage man pens a novel!”
Curtis L. Alcutt’s initial effort, “Dyme Hit List,” focuses on Rio, a single African-American man who grapples with finding his soulmate after a lifetime of being a womanizer. His neighbor, Carmen, has all the qualities Rio wants….but can he commit to her?
“Bullets & Ballads,” his follow up novel is an erotic, psychological, drama set in the music industry. The main character, a musical genius named Apollo, is twisted into a steamy love triangle featuring Nyrobi, a gorgeous, wealthy and sexually liberated older woman and a loving, sexy and talented songstress named Tricia.
He also has an erotic short story entitled, “Not Tonight,” published in Zane’s New York Times, best selling erotic anthology, “Caramel Flava.” Curtis also co-authored the self-help book, “Your Road Map to a Book,” published by his literary foundation, WriteWay2Freedom.
Curtis L. Alcutt’s literary style is “no-holds barred” erotica combined with everyday experiences the reader is guaranteed to relate to. “I believe my story ideas come from being a shy, quiet child, always observant instead of talking,” says Alcutt. “Growing up, I passed by the windows of bookstores and remember never seeing any novels with black people on the covers. I wondered what it would be like to see African-Americans instead. My love of writing song lyrics further fueled my desire to become a writer. My novel concepts were stored away for quite some time. After reading a few African American novels I decided now is the time to write.”
Curtis L. Alcutt was born and bred in Oakland California. He’s walked many career paths before deciding to give writing a try. “I’ve been a roofer, courier, truck driver, computer network administrator and even part owner of an auto body shop. Back in the early nineties, I had a record deal as the Rapper, “Big C.” For many different reasons the deal fell through, but I never let it discourage my pursuit of self expression.”
Visit his websites, www.writeway2freedom.com and www.mralcutt.net for more information.
