by Eden Fortae
Skillfully he undid her bra and that, too, was tossed to the side. Where didn’t matter as long as it was out of his way.
Her skirt and shoes were the last to go, leaving her completely naked and seemingly unabashed. All Antonio wanted to do was stand back and watch. Better yet, pull up a chair and spend the rest of his life staring at her unclothed and in his house. However, Kya was giving him a look that he could only decipher as impatience.
When she moved to undress him, she also managed to take him from level seven hardness to a full twenty by sliding her tongue along his shaft as she pulled his pants and boxers down together. Caught completely by surprise, he groaned and rocked back on the heels of his feet and nearly lost his balance. Realizing just how quickly this girl was about to turn him into her bitch, Antonio pulled her up by her shoulders with the decision to not allow her any control. He didn’t understand why and didn’t have enough blood in the upper portion of his body to even formulate a reason for why her touch was driving him so crazy. Instead, he focused on everything he had in front of him and what he was going to do with it.
Now on her back, propped up on her elbows she watched him crawl over her, placing a kiss on the skin just below her nose, skipping over her lips to get to her chin. The point was to create the same tension within Kya that was coursing through him. Need so far out of this world that NASA couldn’t track it. When he finally granted Kya the affection she was seeking, he did it with a fierceness that she couldn’t have been ready for. The same amount of passion put into that kiss was used to create a path for himself down to the part of her that he was anxious to reach. Regardless of how badly he wanted to bury himself inside her, he held off to put her pleasure first.
Once there, he gently pushed her legs, spread them to place each over his shoulder. Kya, in that position went on the list of sexiest things to occur in his world. Only when that image seared itself into his brain did he allow his tongue to slide along the length of her slit. He watched her from between thick thighs as she threw her head back and moaned.
Once again, he found himself unable to figure out why the mere thought of pleasing her gave him his own. Acting on it was even better. Using his lips and tongue, Antonio lapped up every drop of her, groaning, himself, after each stroke of his tongue. Her sounds made it hard for him to keep himself in check and as soon as her fingers slipped into his hair, he couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t get a condom, now, another rule would be broken.
With more haste than he wanted, Antonio ripped open the little golden packet, looking Kya directly in the eyes. So immersed in the ideas going through his head, he hadn’t checked to see if he’d put the condom on correctly. It didn’t matter to him. Not while she was lying there waiting and wanting him to give her what they both wanted.
They reunited in a kiss that was sweet and tender as their bodies aligned. With the tip of his erection centered at her entrance, the moment had come, and he could no longer wait. Eyes remaining on one another, Antonio pushed into her, biting down on his lower lip as Kya’s moan suggested she was caught between pleasure and pain. She had no clue how much of a turn on it was to earn that response each time he moved as deeply as her body would allow. It served as fuel and drove his hips forward to hear it again. She prevented him from taking his time like he wanted, muting everything but his ability to feel.
As if she knew it was his weakness, Kya’s hand slid into his hair once more, pulling him close for a kiss. On their own, Antonio’s hips picked up the pace, slamming her so hard that her body jerked within his arms and mixed moans growing louder. His mind was gone as was his sense of awareness. He didn’t even realize he was speaking to her, much less in Spanish as he took them both to the brink.
Kya’s lower lip between her teeth; her features bowed with pleasure. He saw both, noted it just before her walls clenched and her body trembled. The sound that came from her at that moment was his undoing. The dam within him shattered and he joined her in climax.
In any other situation he would have gotten up instantly, cleaned himself off, and went on about his way, but this time was different. As their breathing evened, Antonio rolled onto his back, lazily sliding the condom off and pulled Kya until she was laying on his chest.
In a matter of minutes, he was asleep and for the first time, with a woman in his bed. A woman that he wanted to believe had no meaning to him whatsoever until he awakened and found himself alone. Kya and her clothes were nowhere to be found and still, she was in his head.
SIX
Excessive banging awakened Kya from a dreamless sleep. With each step toward the front door, it grew louder. Quickly, she slid the locks out of place without bothering to see who was on the other side and immediately regretted it. Angel’s hand was still suspended in mid-air, preparing to knock again and only fell to her hip after she pushed her way inside the apartment.
“You left with the contractor last night. Details. Give them to me, right now.”
Kya was still standing next to the door, hand on the knob with one eye closed. Under normal circumstances, the sight of Angel would have stolen all hopes of returning to sleep, but her body was still buzzing, aching, and needed the comfort of her sheets to combat exhaustion.
“You were banging on my door like the police, just for that?” With a roll of her eyes, Kya pushed off the door and went back to her bed. Warm blankets pulled up to her neck, finding lost sleep wasn’t hard. As expected, her friend tried to pull the sheets away, but Kya was smart enough to have them tucked beneath her body and rolled between her legs.
“I’m not playing with you, Kya! Get your ass up and tell me what the hell you were thinking when you decided to leave with a man that you know nothing about.”
It wasn’t until Angel stomped around the bed and pulled the pillow from under Kya’s head that she got the response she was seeking.
Fully awake and angry, Kya shot out of bed, snatching the stuffed cotton casing back, and hit her with it.
“You must have lost your damn mind! It’s too early for the suspicious girlfriend act, Angel!”
“Well, you would have gotten the suspicious girlfriend act last night if you’d bother to answer your phone.”
“I was busy.” Kya shifted all her weight to one side of her body, folding her arms over her chest.
“That’s exactly why I’m here. I need to know what the hell you were thinking, sleeping with this guy after what Robert told you.”
“And your need to know is so important that you’re here,” sparing a quick glance over her shoulder she looked at the clock, “before eight?”
Angel’s expression was unwavering and without any sign of remorse. She merely shrugged and without hesitation replied, “Yes. Now, are you going to tell me or do I need to find a new way to make you mad?”
All Kya could do not to scream was pinch the bridge of her nose. This was typical of Angel, but of all times for her to be herself, this one wasn’t the best. While Kya knew she didn’t have to explain herself, she knew it was the only way to end the conversation.
“I did it because I could. This is my cookie, and I decided I wanted Antonio to take a bite. Okay?” Pillow still in hand, she went back to bed only to have Angel follow and stare her directly in the face. “Seriously?”
“Yup. Either give me a real answer, or we’re going to do this all day. I’ve got snacks in my purse. Try me.”
Kya sighed and sat up with her back against the wall. Angel was like the sister she never asked for, demanding and annoying. Bossy and bitchy.
“I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, at first. When he’s near me, I don’t think. I remember feeling like he was going to disappear again and some part of me didn’t want that. Then everything my father said, crossed my mind. I thought about the possibility of him just showing me this attention so he can seduce me and drop me off at the curb. On the way to his place—”
“His place?” Angel seemed a little too shocked by that. Her reaction suggested that she expec
ted details of a cheap motel or risky sex behind a building like a two dollar whore.
“Yes. A beautiful house just outside the city. Massive. It’s a mansion. I didn’t have much time for a tour, but anyway, I just went with what felt right to me. I had incredible sex with him and did what he probably intended to do to me. I dressed while he was sleeping and left.”
“What?!” Kya shrunk back, not expecting that outburst or the force behind it. “You left him while he was asleep?” After Kya nodded, a quick smile flashed upon Angel’s face, then quickly turned into a frown much deeper than Kya had ever seen before. “What if this was the worse case scenario, Kya? What if he did come to you just to hurt your father and you played right into his hand?”
Honestly, she hadn’t thought of that. Even now, she couldn’t think of how their sexual encounter could work against her father unless the man had cameras set up in his room. Internally, she grew cold with the dawning of that possibility. There were many things he could do to hurt both her and Robert if he had recorded her without her knowledge and planned to release it.
Then again, he was something like a celebrity. No celebrity wanted something so scandalous to involve them unless they were facing extinction in the limelight. According to the gossip Queen on TV, Antonio wasn’t anywhere near the endangered list. Other than that, the chances of him doing that were slim when she remembered that she was the one that initiated the sex. He had no clue she was going to seduce him, much less take off her panties and practically place it in his hand.
Calm again, Kya shrugged one shoulder, rolling onto her side with her arm wrapped around her pillow.
“Don’t be mad at me for this, but I can’t bring myself to care. If Antonio uses the fact that I had sex with him to get back at Robert then so be it. Maybe it will hurt him nearly as much as he hurt my mother when she was alive. As for Antonio, people have one night stands all the time. Men leave women high and dry after what they’d call the best sex of their lives and think they connected. We didn’t discuss our futures. He didn’t ask me if I was looking for something more meaningful. We used a condom that didn’t break. Therefore, we’ll have no ties binding us. If he is everything, Robert said he is, and they want to go at each other with this as ammunition, fine by me. I stopped caring about my father’s feelings long ago and thankfully, have none for this man.”
“Damn, chica,” Angel flipped her hair over her shoulders, allowing her back to reconnect with the bed. The tension was gone, and she looked pleased. “I feel like I should give you a pimp name, now, and walk behind you with a bottle of baby powder in case you need to slap a bitch.”
Kya laughed, playfully shoving her shoulder, “I can do without the powder, but you can make me some breakfast, woman.”
“Like hell, I can, “she snorted. “You didn’t do me last night. You should have stayed with the contractor, let him feed you, then called me so we could both eat at his expense. Since you didn’t, you can get your ass up and let IHOP take care of us.”
Without a word, Kya reluctantly got out of bed, but not without Antonio in her thoughts throughout the day. She told herself it was just sex. She believed with her whole heart that she’d made the right decision to take power out of his hands, but still felt and wished that things could have been different.
For what seemed like the fifth time, Antonio dragged an eraser across the blueprint of his latest job. He wasn’t focused and kept making mistakes that were entirely out of the norm for him.
An entire week passed, and Kya was still on his mind. How good she looked naked on his bed. The feel of her beneath him. What it did to him when she moaned her pleasure. Every time he closed his eyes there was a visual of that night. Every time he entered his bedroom, he saw her there, pictured the way they looked sleeping together upon his sheets. Of course, waking up to find her gone killed the pleasant trip down memory lane. It angered him to the point of snapping back to reality and once again, realizing he had messed up the outline of a house he was supposed to be working on, again.
For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why he was so captivated by this girl. Why the daughter of the man he hated most had such a hold on him when she was no different than any other woman. With the right amount of time, she would be all about the money, too. She’d fall in love with the fame, and come back. At least, that’s what he told himself before realizing that Kya had no way to do that. Sure, he knew how to reach her, but hadn’t given her his number. He couldn’t just call her knowing he hadn’t asked for hers, either. He’d taken her to his place, but was her memory good enough to know how to get there after one visit?
It was good enough for her to find her way home.
He thought bitterly. If Kya did remember where he lived, why hadn’t she come back by now? Why hadn’t she knocked on his door with an apology that he would accept with another round of sex that was eating away at his brain and keeping him with a constant hard-on.
To prove to himself that she meant nothing, the same morning he awakened alone, Antonio found himself in the company of another woman. Smooth, brown skin with hair almost the same length as Kya’s. A body and face that didn’t compare. With her, he didn’t wait, didn’t take her to his home, or even provide the luxury of a bed. He let her ride him in the front seat of his truck and was so bored he didn’t make a single sound. The second he caught himself pretending that she was Kya, he made her stop. With more care than he was usually used to, he pulled her from his lap and helped her back into her seat. As soon as he got himself together, he dropped her off at her car. Despite the lack of an orgasm on his part, the woman still asked to see him again with recognition in her eyes.
Standing, Antonio swept his desk, sending all things adorning it to the floor in a rage. He was wrong. Kya was just like her father. She was in his fucking head and destroying his life.
Fisting his pocket, he took hold of his keys and stomped out of his office ignoring the few employees that were still finishing up. Climbed into his truck, he sped off. The course of action was unplanned and unknown. He had no clue where he was driving to until the lights of the lounge shone through his windshield. Antonio parked his truck in the lot, and there he sat unsure why he was there or what he was going to do now that he was. Should he storm in there and bitch about the way she disappeared on him? Pull her to the side and kiss her until everything in him was content?
Neither happened or would.
After five minutes of sitting a car pulled up a few feet from him. He watched the man and woman inside share an embrace—a hug and a kiss? He wouldn’t have cared if that woman wasn’t Kya, but it was. The smile on her face was one he’d never forget but dreamed of every night since she left him wanting more.
Pissing him off more was the fact that the man in the car had the nerve to sit and watch her until she was safely inside the building. Watch her and probably her perfect ass.
Who in the fuck was he? Who in the fuck did he think he was?
She didn’t have a man before they were together. That, he knew for a fact. His mind toyed with the idea of her having one, now, for only a second and that was all it took. Any son of a bitch that even thought about obtaining any claim over Kya would be more than sorry. He would take it upon himself to make their lives a living hell until she was free once more. His and only his.
When the car pulled off of the lot, Antonio followed, riding his bumper until the driver foolishly stopped. He had no clue who this asshole was, but he was going to find out. Then and there, he was going to kill any chance the man thought he might have. Kya was his and only his.
SEVEN
Stopping the car was dumb enough, but the idiot got out and approached Antonio’s truck. Within the beams of the headlights, there was a clear view of the man’s face. He was older—too old for Kya, average height, and a little on the chubby side. She wasn’t a shallow girl. He knew that from watching the way she interacted with others. Still, he could not see why she would be with this man, or what he had over him.
The hair on the older man’s head was grey in some areas, and his face was bare in an attempt to make himself appear younger. The thought made Antonio laugh on the inside, something he couldn’t physically do at that moment. He had nothing on him that he could see outright and it angered him more to think that assholes like this guy had a woman he wasn’t supposed to want.
Only when the jackass was outside of Antonio’s window, banging on it and screaming, did he stop sizing the man up. With a single finger, the window lowered just enough for the man to see his eyes and the tip of his gun. Both hands went up immediately, and Antonio was unmoved. For a few long seconds, he merely watched him, enjoying the fear in his eyes.
“I bet you regret getting out of the car now, huh?’’ He didn’t care or wait for an answer as he continued with the same hard, taunting, tone. “You picked the wrong motherfucker to be tough with, but thank you for approaching my truck. That saves me the trouble of a cover story. Now, every car that passes and every potential witness will see you as the aggressor. More than enough for me to claim self-defense.”
The man’s eyes grew wide, and he stammered over his words, “Wh—what do you want? Money?”
As sadistic as it was to do so, Antonio laughed. Deep and unamused.
“No, you keep your change. What I want is for you to understand that I could put a bullet between your eyes before you have a chance to blink fully. I will if you even think about running or fail to answer my questions. We clear?”
A quick nod and they were on the same page.
“The girl you were just with—Kya—who is she to you? Who are you?”
