“I fucked up my aid. I can’t go back with paying out of pocket to get my GPA up.”
“Hum,” he mumbles. “Finally.” He breathes.
I don’t have to turn around. I can smell the food as it’s being carried in. We eat in silence until he’s ready to break it.
“Well, this would be the part where I offer to help you get back into school for a price,” he remarks between bites.
“I was wondering if you were going to play that card.”
“It’s so cliché, though.” He sighs with boredom.
“Pussy?” I ask.
“That’s the normal fee,” he replies with a wave of his fork.
“I thought you hated being normal,” I remind him.
“I like a good nut more.” He chuckles. Placing down his fork, he says, “You keep me entertained like this, and I’ll take care of your schooling.”
Under the table, away from his eyes, I ball my hands into fists. Have you ever been in a situation where a person says or does something that leaves you wondering if they just put you down? You don’t know if you should smile or throw a punch. You’re not sure if you should say thank you or start calling them all kinds of motherfuckers. That’s the spot I’m in. Should I be happy that he’s not trying to get between my legs? Or should I feel some kinda way cause he’s saying I’m not good enough to give him a nut?
“Sure, I can diss out chocolate-covered shit all day long to keep you in your place.”
Chadli slides from his chair so smoothly. I’m in a trance while he wipes his mouth with his cloth napkin. Never would I have thought what he did next was coming. In a blink of an eye, I’m jerked from my seat. The sound of the back of my head bouncing off the thick glass of the window when he throws me against it, echoes through the room. My instinct is to scream for help. I open my mouth as his hand tightens around my neck. The fact that he isn’t going to cover my mouth to hinder any sound is like a bucket of cold water. He knows no one would lift a fuckin’ finger to come to see what’s going on in here. That revelation causes me to close my mouth and switch to a different tactic.
“Did you know it will take a lot for a bruise to show on skin so dark? You need to fix your fuckin’ way you talk to me,” he growls.
I don’t blink. Nah, I only want to have to teach this lesson once to this asshole.
“Oh, I know the downsides to the color of my skin. Let me show you something, pretty boy.”
SHAHID
What the fuck just happened? My hand was around her neck. My body pressed against hers. The contact in an instant had my dick growing. I managed to sneak a rub or two, which had me hoping the window could hold up under the thrusts of my dick as I plowed into Chione’s pussy. I just finished sending up a prayer that she would be wet and tight. Then the entire world flipped upside down. I came crashing down hard on the breakfast table.
“Shit,” I groan as she gives my hand one good hard twist, ringing the fuck out of my shoulder before she drops it to dance out of my reach.
Slack-jawed and goddamn dumbfounded, my head snaps back to the spot I know for a fact, I was just standing to ensure I wasn’t dreaming. Sure enough, I’m no longer there.
“Is everything all—”
“It’s fine!!” I shout.
I don’t know which staff member came to investigate. I wasn’t taking my eyes off Chione.
“Should we call the—”
“Get the fuck out!” I yell. “Not you, Chione,” I correct to stop her in her tracks.
She only pauses for a second. I know where she’s going. Rolling off the table, I cuss as a fork and shards of broken plates cut into my skin. I run with a limp to make it to her duffle bag before she does.
“How did you do that?” I demand to know.
“Does it matter? The end is still the same.”
My eyes roam her body. I’m not going to be fooled this time. My fight or flight has kicked in. Not that I would choose to run from the likes of her. With no weapon…fuck the knives on the table, I remember. Even still, I’m a trained warrior of the sands and martial arts. Other than a few licks, she can’t do too much damage. Wide legs to balance her weight no matter the direction she turns in, I pick up on it now.
Testing my theory, I shocked the shit out of her with a full on charge. Sure enough, she moves with grace out of the way. What I’m feeling now isn’t anger. Oh, no, it’s far from it. It’s fuckin’ excitement, awe, and pure wonder. I’ve just found a Pandora’s box. I ignore the nagging voice of Raymond warning me to turn back, to leave this one alone. How the hell can I with such a challenge currently surveying the room to plot out her plan of defense? What normal person does that? Why the hell isn’t she yelling, throwing things, or trying to work her way to the only exit? Instead, she’s preparing herself for battle either because she feels she has to rely on herself or she believes she’s good enough to win. If it’s the first reason, what’s gone on in her life that’s made her into a fighter? No doubt, it’s the baggage that Ray and Cheryl are keeping from me. If it’s the latter, I’m crazy enough to want a glimpse of her skills.
Without a second thought, I toss her bag out of a window.
“You bitch!,” she yells. She dances on her feet, chewing her bottom lip. “You need to let this go, Chadli.”
Reaching over my head, I remove my shirt. Stealing a glance, her gaze sets fire to my dick. Gripping it, I squeeze it. I have no shame.
“I’m not fuckin’ you.”
“I hope you fight better than you lie,” I respond, licking my lips.
“I can’t stand your arrogance,” she grumbles. Her tossing off her sandals lets me know I got a fight on my hands.
“It’s not arrogance when I know I make you wet,” I tease.
“Ugh!” She frowns.
No more laughing. Shit, I don’t have the time. Not only is she a great fighter, her strategy of attack is amazing. I’m actually concentrating to keep from getting my ass kicked by this woman.
Rasing her leg to kick me while I’m down is her first mistake. Like quicksilver, my hand cuts through the air to seize her calf. I take great pleasure in leading her around in a frantic hop to keep her footing.
“Slowly,” I tease as I head over to the table take a sip of water.
“Son of a bitch,” she pants.
Making my upper hand clear, I shake her leg to cause her to stumble a bit before regaining her balance.
“I’ve been wondering what you have under your dress. Are you wearing boy cut or a thong?” I mumble while capturing the hem of her sundress to take a peek. “Ugh, not a thong,” I complain with a deep eye roll.
“Give me back my leg so I can-“
With a shove, I give her what she’s been asking for. To her surprise, I follow up with a open palm to her chest that lands Chione on her ass. Chuckling, I make my first mistake which is making this out to be a game. I swear that she shouldn’t have been able to move as quick as she has, but it seems Chione is determined to continue to prove me wrong at every turn. Why the hell do I give her my back to put distance between us instead of just taking a few steps back? Her perfectly placed fist in the right of my lower back makes my knees buckle. Not letting up, Chione connects with a rib shot and a punch to my spine. Heaving over the table is the only thing saving my face from the hard floor.
Is that a fucking book to the back of my head? The stinging pain rattles my temple. This bitch is going crazy on my ass. Why did we cross over to goddamn street rules? Chione might have forgotten that this was just play, but thankfully I didn’t. Nonetheless, I’m ready to shut this shit down. Scooping up a plastic charger plate instead of a bone china plate, I turn to launch it like a frisbee at her head. The loud thud sound echoes through the room. Stunned, Chione gives me just enough time to straighten up. In spite of the fierceness of her fight with her closed fist, I still keep to my open palm, hard slaps to her cheeks and body.
Each tap takes Chione’s annoyance and anger to a new level. I guess my chuckling at
her fustrastion doesn’t help, either. Nor does my unwillingness to allow her to get the upper hand on me, again.
The tension to best each other, mixes with a sexual tension that has my head spinning. With each press into her body, with each pin of her under my weight, I grind my dick, cop a feel before I shove her away. The thin straps of her sundress aren’t cut out for the bobbing, weaving, and wrestling. Using that to my favor, a few times, I help a breast spill from the low cut of her dress. We carry on like wild animals. Taunts and shit slinging before we lock up again, goes on for an hour. It takes the aching of my muscles and the uncontrollable throbbing of my cock for me to call it off.
Leaning against the wall, I fight to regain my breathing. Another sentiment has made the list while I watch her panting on the floor. Respect. Each time I swore I had bested her, Chione found a way to wiggle free to come out swinging. I was too dumb to see it last night, but in the glaring light of day, it’s hard to ignore. It was right then and there. I know I was fucked. As I narrow my eyes, a determination like no other takes hold. I won’t pretend that my motives are just because they aren’t. Everything I do from here on out is to get me to the goal and I never lose.
Glancing around, I realize Chadli’s going to be pissed when he comes home. Marks on the wall, furniture broken, window treatments torn, and pictures smashed; she and I weren’t messing around. Shit. My brother is another thorn I’m going to have to fix. Chione has his address. I can’t have her popping up once he and I swap back. Yeah, I’m going to have to start laying the ground for that. Chione is mine. He might not be able to see the diamond, but once I’m done spit shining her, her ass is going to sparkle. The foundation is there. I don’t care how she got it. I don’t know if it’s out of fear that the truth would be something that I couldn’t make disappear, but for now, I’ll let sleeping dogs lie.
“Time to get cleaned up,” I announce out of the blue.
“Okay.”
I hide my smile at the speed she bounces to her feet. It’s a display for my benefit.
“Did someone get my bag?” she asks as she walks over to peer out the window.
“You won’t need it.”
“My clothes are—”
“In the room,” I finish for her. “You have no clue what I have planned, so I had outfits delivered.”
“My size?” She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest.
Tilting my head, I act as if I hadn’t called Cheryl to get her measurements. “I guessed about a solid 8 or 10 ‘cause of your hips and thighs. I figured a size B bra, but I got a few C cups just in case. In shoes I estimated 8 or 8 ½.”
“My, my,” she chimes as she nods her approval. “I hope you have good taste.”
“Half of the allure is seeing your face while I’m giving you a taste.”
My intentional play on words doesn’t go over her head. I find myself holding my breath, waiting for her response. The entire time Chione has held her attraction towards me in check. Call me boastful, but I’m damn sure she’s willing to open wide if I wanted to test the stretch and depth of her pussy.
“Whatever, Governor.”
Taken back, I frown at her poor attempt of an English accent.
“What the hell?”
“You never saw, My Fair Lady?”
I’m trying to fuck around, and she’s bringing up a goddamn musical?
“You’ve never seen it.” She pauses to sigh as she misreads my blank stare. “It’s about a street chick that gets caught up in a bet. A rich man takes her, cleans her up, makes her a woman of the ‘ton’ to prove anybody can be taught to act right.”
“Then the man falls for the woman after she becomes the version of what a proper woman should be.” I smirk as I wave my hand, wildly and tilt my head. “Is that a foreshadowing of what’s going to happen here, Chione?”
Her eyebrow notches. Shaking her head, she laughs. “Don’t be stupid.”
I clasp my hands behind my back. “Shower and then we’ll get going.”
“I’m really sorry about the room.”
“Huh? Oh, don’t be. It’s not my house.”
I wonder if she’s going to press for more, but she doesn’t on our way to the suite on the bottom level. Just in case, I make a mental note to circle back around to mention it again later. I slow my steps to give her an opportunity to take in the room. Decorated to keep with the Spanish theme of the home, exposed fake beams line the ceilings. Iron light fixtures hang from the mustard walls. Through the sitting room, into a small office, to the large bedroom with its own small sitting area to the side, I motion towards the rack of clothes and other boxes stacked on the bed. Finally, we enter the over-sized bathroom. Made up of two rooms, one houses the glamor, double vanity, sinks, and closet with a separate room for the toilet. Through the open archway is the one room dedicated to an in-ground tub in the middle of the room. Positioned perfectly, the blue sky can be seen up above. Built to give the feeling of being outside, three walls of floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the ocean. One of those walls housed the massive shower for six.
Swinging the glass door open, I reach in, switch on the seven shower heads and back away.
“Thank you.” She smiles only to glance over her shoulder a second later. “Did you forget to tell me something?” she inquires.
Stroking my tapered beard, I whisper, “I want to watch.” My eyes travel from her hair to her painted toenails. “I hope that won’t be a problem.”
It’s actually a question, but the tone in which I speak hints that I really don’t care to get permission. To make that clear, I position a chair next to the glass corner of the shower. Plastering my shoulders to the back of the chair, I open my legs wide to accommodate my growing cock.
“The glass isn’t two way. No one can see in,” I promise.
“So, it’s just you gawking,” she accuses.
“I’ve yet to see anything.”
Lowering my eyes, I rest the back of my head on the wall. It takes a few seconds before the wrestling of her clothes can be heard. I still don’t look even after the soft snapping of the magnet on the shower door. Steadying my breath, I force myself not to look.
“Is this foreplay?”
I chuckle. Lowering my head, I rest my chin on my chest. “It’s the sweetest kind in my book. The temptation—but not giving in—a test of willpower.”
“Temptation, huh?”
Glancing at her wet feet, my light brown eyes don’t roam any further. “Beauty is more than the flesh, Chione. The mind can be a very strong catalyst for lust and you process a level of beauty my dick finds extremely appealing,” I finish on an exhale.
I finally give my heavy lids the okay to lift. At her ankles, moving to strong calves, shapely thighs, to a full ass that holds my attention, my gaze darts upward quickly. On her dark skin, I can barely make out the wingspan of the phoenix tattooed on her back. I follow the droplets of water that travel down the flesh between her shoulder blades to collect in the crack of her bottom. The back is all she gives me. Through the glass, I catch glimpses of the front of her body that I’m hungry to see.
Reaching up, I slip a plush towel from the rack. Draping it over my lap, I free my ass from the chair long enough to jerk my sweat pants down. Toe to heel, I remove my shoes with the pants following after that. The entire time, my gaze hasn’t moved from her wet, ebony body.
“Turn.” The command comes out like a harsh whisper. I wonder if she heard me.
“Yes,” I groan, feeling my body come alive at the sight.
CHIONE
This is no different than what I’m used to. It’s a performance. I wait for a few heartbeats to give him what he wants. Chadli was right. The art of seduction is the chase; imagining the taste of a steak, but having the long wait until… Here I am thinking that I’m gonna have the upper hand only to finish the movement to freeze in my step. My eyes double in size at the sight of Chadli. His golden skin has a hint of mist from the shower steam. Arabic lettering in thick, black
ink covers his left muscular peck. Just enough hair peppers his chest to gather in the middle to follow the ripples of his six-pack to disappear under the towel. I take note of the deep cuts in his hips.
“I like you wet. Your hair…” His eyes move. “Your body…”
Reaching up, I balance my breasts in my hands, forcing my dark nipples higher. The hot water streaming down from above doesn’t stop the shiver down my spine at seeing him bite his bottom lip. Pumping the soap dispenser on the wall, I begin to create a lather. Slowly, in a circular motion, I run my hands over my flesh. Skipping my pussy, I half lean, lift a leg to soap up my thigh. Placing my foot back down, I repeat the process with my other. Finally, I turn just enough to give him access to my ass. Proving my flexibility, I wrap my hands around my ankles. In doing so, I feel the water run down my crack and the pussy lips I know his gaze is feasting on. Legs fully lathered, I right myself to face him once again. Our eyes lock as I back into the waterfall to wash all the soap away.
For the longest, I do nothing but let him watch. Enjoying the show, I do the same as I follow the up-and-down motion of his hand hidden under the towel.
“Not fair, you know.”
All he does is smile and shrugs. Seeing he’s not gonna give me a clear shot of his unit, I narrow my eyes to make out what he keeps concealed. He must have figured out what I was doing because he removes the hand that was under the towel. Pressing the fabric tight, he creates a tent of an outline of his cock that leaves me thirsty. I’ve never fucked an Arabic guy, but the size of his dick is something I wasn’t ready for. Resting on his stomach, the girth is clear to make out as I measure the tip stopping well past where I’m guessing his belly button should be to stop further up his torso.
Going back at it, Chadli’s hand chokes his cock under the towel. My wet hand gravitates to my own throbbing bundle of nerves. My fingers split my pussy lips to give him a peek of pink that causes him to moan. The games are over. This here is all about making it to the finish line. No words. Just watching, deep breaths as we both do what feels good. Suddenly, he cusses, my breath hitches when I find the right spot to rub my clit until I fall back on the glass of the shower. I close my eyes to focus on the delicious sensations traveling through my lower body that has my cunt walls and stomach contracting as one.
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