He Who Is a Friend (Sadik Book 1)

by Love Belvin

  My body tensed and Sadik’s grip on me tightened. I was ready to lose it, but was concerned about drowning. If I breathed wrong in the tube, I’d be in a world of trouble. I was able to exhale when the big fish didn’t come our way. It made a beeline in the opposite direction. Sadik tapped my hip to get my attention. With his hands, he motioned for me to watch him. I nodded, telling him I understood, then watched him flap his arms and legs in two rhythmic motions. He began to move further away from me, toward the boat, leaving behind bubbles. Thankfully, I was able to get a good look at his technique to mimic him. It wasn’t as easy as he made it seem, but I developed the coordination and push upward. At some point, I passed Sadik, or at least I thought until he was next to me, working to the surface.

  The point became clearer, and the lighting increased the closer we drew to the surface. The moment I reached for the boat, my legs were seized and pushed up. Seconds later, my arms were pulled up and my body propelled too quickly out of the water. I landed inside on my stomach. By the time I was able to right myself, Sadik was on the boat and standing to assist me. The transition from water gravity to that of air was immense. It took me a while to balance myself.

  “Up you go,” I heard, likely from Sammie.

  His wife was busy releasing me from the book bag-like apparatus on my back. I pulled the mask off, and she helped with the fins from my feet.

  “What did you see down there, Mr. Ellis?” Sammie asked, helping Sadik remove his gear.

  “Lots of shit,” Sadik grumbled. I eyed him closely, feeling a yearning strange for our dynamic. “Barracuda, whitetip reef sharks, cuttlefish and whale sharks…manta rays.”

  “Wow!” Sammie whistled. His wife sighed in amazement. Sadik worked to remove all of his gear, looking so bad ass to me. I ached all over, just to touch him. “They were out today, huhn?”

  “Yup.” Sadik was less animated with his responses. His attention was locked on me. “Great day,” he murmured on his way to me, his brows furrowed, golden face beautifully scowling. “You okay?” he asked, hands at my waist.

  I nodded, breathing hard. My hands acted on their own accord and pulled him in by the head. The moment my fingers touched him, I knew. I wanted him, my body humming with need. I heard nothing, saw not a thing. I only tasted the salt of the earth and flavor of a worldly man with experience I could only read in a textbook. Sadik revealed another side of his sophistication to me today. His knowledge down there, his braveness. It all made me feverish all over. My mouth worked to communicate that. I urged my hands to remain on his head and face only. My pulse banged in my ears as I sucked his tongue, and my pelvis pressed into him unabashedly. Once again, I lost myself to Sadik.

  A purr of contentment managed from my lungs as our tongues twirled around each other. It was the magic of the moment: his heat, his touch, the winds brushing across my back covered by just a string, the sun glowing around us, and the powerful transmission of promise pinging in our enfold as he held me.

  When Sadik pulled back, he smiled softly. “I think our boat ride is over.”

  I glanced around and saw we were, indeed, docking.

  Then I faced him again, joining him in humor. “I see it is. This was fun, Sadik.”

  My soul was light on the water. My spirit calmed. Sadik’s hand grasped my hip possessively as he gazed into my eyes. I was convinced it was his way of communicating reciprocity. And that didn’t need verbal affirmation to be felt.

  “Maybe tomorrow, you have time to fly over Whale Bay. It’s shaped like a whale’s tail.” Sammie laughed as he nodded. “Lots of whales there, too.”

  Sadik’s gaze met mine. “Is that something you’d like to do?”

  Overwhelmed with excursion options while on “vacation,” I shrugged with a sheepish smile. I didn’t care what I did, as long as I did it with him.

  “Go,” Sammie’s croaky chords advised. “Make love. It’s always a good time to here.” When we chuckled at the awkward command, he noted, “Why do you think we’re a top Blue Zone in the world?” His brows hiked suggestively.

  “Blue Zone?” I was thrown by that one.

  Sadik snorted, grinning. The corner of his eyes crinkled against the rays of the sun. “The natives tend to live past one hundred years old.”

  Oh.

  My face exploded. “Ohhh!”

  Sadik was at my side, rubbing my back with long, comforting strokes, expressing it was time to leave the boat.

  “Let’s grab a snack on our way back to the bungalow,” he advised, kissing my neck chastely before we hopped onto the pier.

  Hand-in-hand, we strolled down the sanded shore to the jeep.

  “Thanks.” I smiled at the woman arranging a tray of pastries and beverages on the table out on the deck.

  She offered a bow before heading toward her cart near the side of the bungalow. Now showered, I felt calmer than I did on the boat, but still unsettled. Sadik was busy getting cleaned from our excursion while I retreated out here to the pool area. The view of the Arenal volcano from a distance was breathtaking. I struggled to not get lost in its vastness. Its dangerousness. As an active volcano, it could erupt, spilling over danger and destruction to anything and anyone around. Like Sadik. He’d been different out here. His attentiveness was affectionate. There was no barrier to his fixation on me. Deep down inside, I wondered and worried if it had to do with my drunken meltdown last weekend. From what Tasche mentioned, I shared so much.

  Taking a deep breath, I admonished myself to leave that mess I made in last week where I made it. Sadik was right: if it was that bad, I wouldn’t be here with him enjoying this gorgeous view of ultra-hazardous nature.

  The sudden presence of a fruit pastry in front of my mouth had me leaping over the barstool I sat on.

  “Bite,” his deepened alto demanded.

  Slowly, I opened my mouth, obeying. The bread was flaky, the jellied fruit too sweet. But the tip of his nose skimming the back of my neck had my eyes fluttering closed and my spine arching.

  “You like?”

  I shook my head as I swallowed the small piece I bit off.

  “Try this one,” he whispered in my ear.

  My eyes fluttered open to find a cheese Danish topped with fresh fruit baked on. I took a bite and was rewarded with a delicious balance of breading, cream cheese, and natural sugar from the fruit. At the same time, a sensation rocketed up my inner thigh when Sadik’s fingers feathered my skin. I pulled in a heap of air from my nostrils.

  “Eat, Bilan,” he ordered directly in my ear.

  I took another bite, barely tasting, distracted by my racing pulse. His hand stroked my thigh, and soft lips brushed against my neck. When his tongue swiped into my skin, a moan pushed from my chest.

  “Another,” he referred to the pastry, and I chomped off a smaller piece, appetite effectively killed.

  There was no way I’d give him an inkling, afraid he’d stop. God, I wanted this. Needed this next level of whatever we’d been building sexually. My head rolled back helplessly when the knot at the neck of my bikini was released. The small breeze caressed my compressed nipples, and I could feel them sprout like buds. That’s when my breathing turned erratic.

  “More,” he whispered.

  I opened and took a bigger bite. The quicker I ate, the faster I could get the feeding session, that had been turning me on, over with. His snaked arm pulled back, and his busy fingers were on the knotted string at the left side of my hip. As should have been predicted, it unraveled. As I worked the food in my mouth, Sadik’s hand pushed down my crotch. Two fingers navigated between my labia.

  “Open.”

  Right away, my thighs parted.

  “No,” he corrected throatily. “Your mouth.”

  My shoulders collapsed with disappointment, but I obeyed and was happy when those two fingers furthered down, grazing my nub I could feel growing. My belly leaped and spine jolted. When they made it to the opening of my sex, I could feel how wet I was. And when those fingers dipped in w
hat felt like a puddle down there and brought the wetness up to my clit, my jaw fell.

  “Swallow, Bilan.”

  Gradually, I was able to command my brain to continue processing the food in my mouth. His fingers moved in a circular motion, immediately heating the pads of my feet. I grabbed the edge of the stool, bracing myself. His mouth was on my beating neck, and I forgot to breathe. A tsunami began to stir in my groin, causing my hips to move against his efforts.

  I felt him against my lips.

  “Suck,” he ordered.

  Without opening my eyes, my lips parted and his two fingers pushed inside. The cool taste of Jell-O slipped onto my tongue and I began to explore it, breaking it between his fingers and the roof of my mouth. Once each piece dissolved and was swallowed, I focused on his fingers. It wasn’t long before I realized my sucking instinctively mimicked his motions on my tight nub. My head rolled against his shoulder, chest heaved to growing proportions.

  His fingers slipped from my mouth and brushed over my pebbled nipple. My body isolated, all but my pelvis tense and frozen.

  “Oh!” ripped from my lungs.

  I was on precipice of a deep fall, I knew this from him. But this time, there were so many moving parts attacking my sanity. Foreign sounds shot from my mouth as I pumped sensually—and desperately—into his hand. The pressure deepened on his fingers between my legs, the two on my nipple worked like scissors. Then his tongue swirled on my neck again.

  “Sadik,” I coughed out.

  “Mmmhmm,” he assured with that simple hum. “Let it rip, baby.”

  Rip?

  What did he mean by ri—

  “Uh!”

  My body vibrated in every corner. Pleasure danced on each cell. Ripples of splendor sprang out in my groin, rendering my body possessed. By him. As my frame quaked over the barstool and against his chest helplessly, my lids parted just enough for me to see the Arenal. It was then that I felt a connection to the vast mountain. I was spilling over violently, possibly in the most danger of my life. Exposing it all to Sadik.

  Movement returned to my pelvis first as I rocked slowly against his fingers, belly still spasming. I was able to pry my palms from the sides of the stool and grip the arm controlling the stroke against my sensitive clit. My body had enough. I couldn’t endure another moment of sensation. Thankfully, he took the hint and moved to hold me at the waist with both hands. My arm snaked behind him to bring his face down with my hands. Sadik came willfully, feeding into my sudden need for his mouth on mine, his tongue on mine.

  He worked his way around, until his hips were between my thighs.

  “How do you feel?”

  With my eyes closed, trying to regain myself, I bit my lip and nodded.

  “Look at me, Bilan.” The authority in his chords had returned, even while sounding seductive. My heavy eyes sprouted open. “How do you feel?”

  I swallowed. “Good?”

  His brows met, and a smirk curled on his lips. “Is that an answer or question?”

  I didn’t know. I had no clue how to articulate what I was feeling. In the moment, I felt needy, vulnerable.

  “I want you close,” fell meekly from my lips.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” Good. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my sex into his waist. “I’ve got a question for you, though.” That had me peering up into his eyes. “I want you to be honest with me and not feel embarrassed. Okay?”

  I nodded. Fear struck my chest, but I wanted whatever was coming. That powerful orgasm sedated my defenses. I was open…ready.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  My eyes blossomed, and an unexpected giggle pushed from my lungs.

  “As in intercourse? No!” I continued to laugh.

  Sadik didn’t, but nodded. “C’mon, baby.”

  In two gentle tugs, I was off the stool, and straddling his hard frame. My soaking sex slapped against his abdomen. It was unrelenting torture rocking against him while he walked us into the bungalow, taking the stairs. I could only lay against his sculpted shoulder, mouth agape as I endured the spikes of pleasure from my clitoris.

  My arms and legs tightened around him when I began to recline. I flashed my eyes open to find we were in the bedroom, crawling up the bed. He lay me gently on the mattress and I unhooked from around him. Sadik backed away on his knees, until he left the bed. I felt bereft instantly. But he didn’t go far, just to the foot, where he pulled off his trunks. That ripped chest and those hilly abs intimidated and aroused me at the same time. My legs closed on their own, rubbing together.

  With a blank expression, Sadik reached over and parted my thighs, his feline eyes beaming directly on me. He climbed the bed again as I watched him over a heaving chest. My eyes struggled to remain open, groin roiling deliciously again. His aplomb face dropped between my legs, and his tongue landed directly on my throbbing clitoris. My back arched over the mattress and face stretched wide as my eyes squeezed. How could it feel so sensitive two minutes ago and be so needy now?

  He thrashed with a demanding speed and pressure. His palm pushed the back of my thighs up until my kneecaps were toward my ears. He sucked and beat with hurried speed.

  “Oh, god...”

  Without notice, I felt it in my shoulders first when one whipped hard and fast into the mattress, then bombs imploded in my groin. As prickles of pleasure detonated all over, I began to cry out in volumes of insanity. And it wouldn’t stop. My thighs shook uncontrollably around his head. Shoulders flapped with fury, and my teeth chattered.

  Still enduring small trembles, I was able to crack open my lids. Sadik was standing on his knees—oh, my god—erect cock in his hand, stroking. It was a monster and alive: swollen bulbous head, mean veins running indiscriminately around it. And his sac… Dear god, it was huge, loaded, and hanging from the silky bush of tangerine wiry hairs. And there was hair around his curvy, muscular thighs spread wide between mine.

  My eyes roved back up to his face, passing his fondling hand and monster penis. His full lips were glossed with…me, and his eyes seared my skin feverishly.

  “I got another question,” he croaked, the muscles around his eyes straining, pecs flexing. “It’s kind of non-negotiable.”

  I swallowed, not believing the levels of arousal I’d experienced with a man. Still heaving, I nodded, telling him to go.

  “Bareback.”

  There were a few seconds of processing that phrase for me to catch its meaning. That was a challenge as I watched the tip of his raging dick glisten at the eye.

  Bareback…

  I nodded, granting him permission. To be evident, I widened my legs. We were both recently tested for this reason. Right? Then he leaned over me, eyes closing as his lips met mine. The taste of them was lewd, musky, erotic, and downright intimate. I licked his tongue, pulled on his lips, and did it all over again. My heart galloped in my chest as it became clearer this was the moment. I’d finally have this private side of Sadik. I was finally giving him a piece of me that could never be undone. I didn’t care. I wanted it. Needed it.

  My hands were at the sides of his face when I felt the first intrusive thrust. His hips made wide an usually uninhabited area. My eyes opened, and he continued to kiss me.

  “Breathe, Bilan,” he whispered against my lips. “It’s how you’re going to relax.”

  I was heaving again, hips locked. “Okay.”

  Slow rocks into me didn’t get him very far.

  “Bilan?”

  “Hmm?” I felt so tight, I couldn’t breathe.

  “The first night I met you…”

  “Mmmhmm…”

  I guessed the small smile he offered, peering directly into me, was to disarm me. His gaze went over my head before I lost his eyes.

  “I saw those freckles, big brown eyes…round mouth, and I knew I’d have you,” he husked in my ear, then kissed my temple. “That didn’t sound all that romantic, did it?”

  “Uhn-uhn,” I answered, feeling infinitesimal drives into
my core.

  This was harder than I fantasized. Sadik was a real, for real man in my arms, pushing into my womb.

  “When I left the diner that first night, I couldn’t get you out of my head. It took a few days, but I swallowed my pride and went back. I had to get your attention.”

  “Via Christina C. Jones?” I grunted my sarcasm.

  Sadik chuckled lowly, kissing my chin. “That didn’t work out well for me, did it?”

  “No.” My lungs held.

  “Call it psychic powers, but I knew you’d be a tough push—no pun intended.”

  “Stop it. This pressure is no—” My lungs hiccupped. “—joke.”

  His hips circled. “If you would let me finish, I’ll tell you I cheated.”

  “On Lia?”

  “No…” he croaked playfully. “On my unfailing skills at getting the attention of a woman.”

  My eyes bounced around, over his head and shoulders. “I don’t get it.”

  Sadik didn’t speak for a beat. “I didn’t run into you at the Pixie concert. I knew you’d be there.”

  “How?” I felt myself contract around him.

  He kissed my neck, rocking into me. “The night I saw you reading the book, I’d been there for over an hour waiting on you. I was in the booth behind you and your girls when you were discussing your tickets.”

  What?

  If this were true, it meant Sadik had stalked me before I had him, after the Ameerah concert when Randi and I went to his friend’s club. My mind began to reel back to that night, looking for any sign of his presence. I recalled Tasche being upset about the quality of the seats, remembered Randi’s cold comments when I asked to borrow a few of her things.

  “Damn, bitch, you need panties and a bra, too?” Randi was being shady, as she could do at times.

  While I gave Randi a hard gaze, Tasche mumbled, “Who the fuck is that sitting over there?”

  “Oh, my… Fine ass fuckin’ Sadik.”

  Sadik…

  A gush of holding air pushed from my lungs. Randi said his name! That fact thrilled me. It was vague in my memory chamber, but there. He was there. Sadik was at the din—

  “Uh…” I whimpered when hit with a tingle of sensation in a place never felt before.