Who the fuck is this man?
* * *
Omid
“Who invited this guy? He’s seen almost all of our wives from the waist down,” Braxton teases as we make our way to the entrance of the bar.
“Bro, glad to know I wasn’t the only one thinking it,” Ryan laughs.
“We brought him and Nobi because they’re the only ones not married. They can take all the pussy that we’ll be leaving behind,” Wyatt laughs out.
We all join in the laughter as we file into the bar, me, Nobi, and Nick bringing up the rare. “It’s funny. I’ve never had to take anyone’s leftovers. So I think you mean I’m here to distract all the pussy from you. None of you will matter until I leave for the night,” I shoot back.
The group booms with more laughter. The Blacks, Nicholas Lincoln, Dr. Nobi, and I make a crew of ten tonight. We turn heads from the moment we step into the place. Not just from our laughter. The good looking men with me hold the attention of most in the bar.
“I’m not offended. I’ve told a girl or two we were cousins before,” Ryan says.
“And they believed this?” I snort.
“It’s the eyes. I can get away with it when yours are around this color.” He points at his own.
I shake my head as we all laugh. While the Black brothers have golden colored eyes, mine can go from an almost colorless gray, to ranges of hazel or an extremely light gold. I’m told that my gaze can be startling. Before I left the house tonight, I found my eyes have settled on that light translucent gold color that I get most often.
I go to pat Ry on the shoulder and give him a retort, but my attention is grabbed by the gorgeous woman across the bar. She’s sitting alone but there’s a couple sitting at a table next to her who seem to have her attention. Something in her body language draws me in.
I squint, taking in her silky brown legs that are crossed as she sits at the highboy table. The black dress she has on hugs her curves, drawing attention to her thighs right where they meet. The sexy blue heels that strap over her feet and up her ankle have me darting my tongue out to wet my lips.
She lifts her glass to signal the waitress. I’m moving toward her before I can think better of it. I don’t like the way she’s pulling away from the two at the other table. Halfway to her, she turns in my direction and our eyes lock. The wind is knocked from me but I don’t halt my steps—instead I move faster.
Allah is with me. Divine.
She’s just steps away from me. For the first time in my life, I’m face to face in the flesh with the woman I’ve loved since I was eighteen. I know this is her. I can feel it in my bones.
She’s more gorgeous than ever. Her face hasn’t changed a bit. I like this thing she’s done with her hair. One side is braided down to look as if it is shaven or not there. The other side boosts large curls that flip away from her face, cascading down her back and around her left shoulder.
Her lips are still full. So full you would think they’d take up most of her face, but they’re perfect for her cute little nose and big brown eyes. I’ve dreamed of kissing those lips for years. Twenty to be exact.
“My wife and I would love to buy you a drink. Maybe we can go somewhere more private to get to know each other,” the guy at the other table croons and licks his lips.
It takes the power of Allah and the prophet Muhmmad to keep me from grabbing him by his throat. Instead, I stop in front of Divine and stroke her cheek as she looks up at me. Her skin is softer than I ever imagined.
“Sorry I’ve taken so long,” I say just before I capture her lips.
* * *
Divine
Oh my God, oh my God. Sweet baby Jesus.
Does he eat pussy like this? This man is kissing me like he knows me. No, correction. He’s kissing me as if he owns me. Possessive isn’t the word. We’re so beyond that.
He’s kissing me as if he waited his entire life to. I wrap my hands beyond his head, wishing my nails were shorter so I could claw at his soft hair and feel my fingers move through the short strands in the back. I move my ballerina tips to the tops of his hair where I can find better purchase.
“You taste of a thousand heavens,” he says against my lips with a hint of an accent.
That voice. It’s deep and sexy. I inhale and his cologne takes me over. I can’t put together the nagging thoughts clouding my intoxicated head.
He pulls away with his gaze still fixed on my lips. I look into his eyes and my brain short circuits. I’ve seen some fine hazel eyed Middle Eastern men but his eyes…. They are so unreal it’s almost scary. If he weren’t so damn gorgeous I might be afraid.
That Instagram fitness guy and his brother come to mind. His name starts with a T, but I’m too gone to remember at the moment. This guy could pass for his twin, down to the facial hair and haircut. That guy is definitely on my stalk list. If this guy has an account, I plan to add him to my list as well.
“I… I. Um.” I have no clue what to say.
This is so not me. Me, me would’ve slapped the shit out of him and left his ass to settle my bill. Believe me, I’ve tipped a waitress to make that happen for me before. The guy was livid, but he deserved it.
This guy leans in for one more kiss before he pulls the other stool at my table closer, and smoothly settles his sexy ass right next me. His leg brushes mine, causing me to uncross and recross my thighs as he flags the waitress. I try to pull it together. Maybe I did have too much to drink.
“We’ll have two more of whatever she’s having and can you bring me a few lemons,” he says to the waitress after she rushes over with the drink I already ordered.
I take a long sip of the fresh drink hoping my sense is somewhere in the bottom of the glass. I don’t do Middle Eastern men. Something in the back of my mind is telling me to run. My pussy on the other hand is screaming out the number of days since the last time I had sex.
627. SIX. TWO.SEVEN.
Yes, I get it. It’s been a long time and from that kiss this guy will make it worth every stroke because I plan on counting those too. Oh, Lordt. I’m already letting him hit it in my head. Run, Div, Run. He gonna set your soul on fire and ruin your pussy for everyone, including you.
“What’s that?” I ignore my inner warnings and lean into his words.
He grins and leans in closer. “How much have you had to drink without me?”
“I’ve had a few,” I say as my cheeks heat.
The couple who had been trying to get me into their bed tonight stand to leave. My new date gives them both the glare of death as he places as hand on my back possessively.
Aww. He came to save me.
Could he see how uncomfortable they were making me? Did I send out an S.O.S with my body language? Wow, I might just let him break my back after all. I give a silly grin as that thought crosses my mind.
“What has that smile on your face, prensesim?”
I’m jolted by him calling me his princess. Painful memories push at my alcohol-laden mind. However, that all flies out the window when he buries his face in my neck and his silky beard caresses my skin as he nuzzles it.
“Shouldn’t you tell me your name?”
He stiffens, lifting his head to look into my eyes. Something crosses his face briefly. He sits back in his seat and studies me.
“Okay. I’ll tell you my name first.” I snort and hold out my hand. “I’m Divine.”
He takes my hand and caresses the back with his thumb. “I’m A…,” he shakes his head. “Omid. Everyone calls me Omid.”
He repositions our hands until our fingers are laced together. His lips are on mine again. I totally forget what I planned to say to him next.
“You’re so beautiful, Divine,” he says as he kisses his way down my neck. When he sucks the skin behind my ear into his mouth, I lift up out of my seat and squeeze my thighs together as a loud as moan escapes my lips. “Sikme. Seni çok fena istiyorum,” he groans into my ear.
“Yes, please. I want you too.”
“I used to have a boyfriend that spoke Arabic, Farsi, French, and Turkish. I learned as much as I could to surprise him. I understand all four. I can speak at least two fluently,” I babble drunkenly.
He places his fingers beneath my chin and looks deeply into my eyes. “I will make up for every day I’ve been without you in my life,” he says.
I look at him curiously, my forehead creasing with the expression. He says the words with so much feeling and meaning in them as if there’s history between us already. I wish I could sober up and focus.
I don’t get a chance to try to clear my head enough to process or question his words. He has his tongue in my mouth making promises his ass better keep because there’s no way I’m not having him in my bed tonight. Yup, he can get some thank you booty. That was real sweet of him to come save me.
If he’s good, I might make him my new pipe boy.
Chapter 6
Drunken Reward
Divine
After Omid rescued me from that swinging couple, we had a few drinks and talked for a little bit. Well, we talked when he wasn’t taking my breath away with his addictive kisses. After thirty minutes of his gentle caresses and all-consuming kisses, I was ready to get out of that bar to give him a reward for coming to my rescue.
We stumble into my house after his driver drops us off. Yup, his driver. Navid he called him. I don’t know what this guy does but he’s not some fuck boy. I won’t have to give him cab money when it’s time to throw his ass out.
We’ve both had a lot to drink but I think I’m a little more gone than he is. I know that for sure when I almost fall over. He wraps his strong arms around me and tugs me into his chest. I lift my arms around his neck.
“We don’t have to do this tonight,” he says as his hands roam up and down my back.
I scoff. “Oh we’re doing this tonight, honey.”
He grins and shakes his head. “As you wish.” His lips are on mine, devouring me in that possessive way again.
I push his jacket from his broad shoulders to the floor and start on the buttons of his dress shirt. I tug the shirt free from his slacks and relish in the feel of his hot skin against my palms. He releases the zipper on the back of my bodycon dress. The fabric falls to my feet revealing my strapless bra and matching black panties.
Now, let me be very clear in pointing out that I’m no small girl. Yes, this waist is snatched from waist trainers and dedication to hours in the gym for my brand, but I have hips, thighs, and ass for days to match a full triple D cup. I make an impression from every angle.
When he lifts my thick ass onto his waist, I know for a fact he’s earned the spot as my new plumber. He breaks the kiss to explore my skin with his lips, teeth, and tongue. I’m so wet already.
He carries me over to my marble coffee table and lays me on the flat surface. I arch into him as the cool table greets me. He slips his hands to the clasp of my bra, taking advantage of the space I’ve just provided. My breasts bounce free and he groans.
Those eyes… he rolls them over my body as if looking at something rare and precious. I start to squirm feeling a little self-conscious. I have fans that would kill for this body, but I hold my own insecurities at times. No matter how hard I work at it, my legs never slim down the way I want them too. I’ve worn out several pairs of jeans from thigh rubbing.
It may not look like it but at five six, I still tip the scale at one ninety. I’m a solid girl. My brain doesn’t always accept the disconnect between the mirror and the scale. Yet when he runs a strong hand up my thigh and gives a tight squeeze, I relax and melt into the table.
“You are perfection,” he says with so much awe in his voice. “How do you like it? Should I be gentle with all of these sexy curves or do you think you can handle me fucking you breathless?”
“What did you just say?” I gasp.
He licks his full lips and gives me a wolfish grin. He dips his head to drag his tongue from my belly button up to my left breast and captures the peak into his mouth. I cry out and push my fingers into the front of his hair. It’s just long enough for me to cling to.
He circles his tongue around my nipple while watching me with those ethereal eyes. He hooks his fingers into my soaked panties and starts to peel them down my hips. Slowly, he kisses his way back down my body.
“I want you to fuck the shit out of me. My question to you is can I do the same?”
I sit and stare at him. I’m too drunk to even lie and say that hasn’t turned me on. I’m gushing and my nipples are so hard they hurt. He glides two fingers over my pussy lips, sucking his bottom lips into his mouth as he watches me for a reaction. I start to rock my hips, wanting desperately for him to push inside me.
“Please,” I plea.
“Not until you answer my question.”
I look at him in confusion for a few beats. I promise I’m not normally this slow. When I finally get it together I give him a saucy grin.
“Oh, baby, you don’t have to ask to fuck me rough. I can take whatever you give. Just give it to me right,” I purr.
Yeah, I should’ve kept my damn mouth shut. He grasps my waist with his long fingers and buries that handsome face between my thighs. With the hand he used to message my weeping lips, he pushes inside my tight heat. His tongue messages my clit while his fingers work me from inside.
“You’re nice and tight for me.”
Again, for the second time tonight something in his voice tugs at me. My walls flex around his fingers. Not only am I tight, I’m aching for him.
“Oh yes, I deserve this,” I cry out.
I can’t remember the last time I met a dude that had serious head game. Not like this. His thick fingers are only serving to amplify the attention he’s giving to my nub as he licks between it and my weeping folds.
It’s like magic, the way his tongue and fingers are working together in perfect sync. He knows his way around the cookie box for sure. Scissoring his fingers to lick between them, beckoning my orgasms with each stroke.
He reaches up to pinch and roll my nipple with the hand he had been using to pin me to his face. I’m convulsing and crying out in three different languages. Stars burst behind my lids. I’m panting for air and trying to hold on to the little sanity I have left.
“You have an amazing response to me,” he says, lifting to lean over my body to peck my lips.
I lazily suck my juices from his sexy mouth. I’m relieved when I feel him line up with my entrance. I don’t suck dick. Period.
None of these dudes I’ve blessed with this body are my man. Head from me is a gift only for the one and since I’m never going to date or commit to a relationship head is off the menu. It is what it is.
Fair play my butt.
My drunk babbling thoughts are silenced when he slides into me. He’s huge. Tears spring to my eyes as I stretch to accommodate him. I let out a breath, trying to remember how to breathe.
“Just relax,” he says smoothly. “This pussy is mine. I’ll fit.”
Well excuse me, Mr. Confident.
He starts to rock his hips and I might just have to agree with him. At least for tonight I will. He’s owning this pussy all right.
* * *
Omid
I start to move inside her with ease. She’s so wet and tight, I have to clench my teeth to keep from losing my mind. I lift her brown legs over my forearms and push them back.
I want to lick every inch of her skin. I want to taste it all. Dragging my tongue across her collarbone, I groan in satisfaction as she shivers and clenches around me.
“Omid,” she moans.
My heart swells as she calls my name. It hits hard. This is my Divine. I’m between her thick thighs, inside her sweet pussy. I take her lips again sipping for her gorgeous mouth. I need her flavor to ground me and to keep me from calling out something foolish.
I’m still in
love with her. It’s so intense I feel it in my chest, in my fingertips, in every cell within me. While I know I should’ve told her who I am, something stopped me. I can’t say what.
Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t know me right away. I’ve always had it in my head that she would know me the moment I found her. All of our talks on the phone Remi gave me… I wanted her to remember me. It stings to realize she had no clue that her man had found her and was the one consuming her lips.
If I have to fuck her sober, so be it. I need her to remember who I am. I need her to figure out who she’s let into her body. I crave it as much as I crave her.
I lean into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you remember me every time you go to sit this pretty ass down.”
“Yes,” she whimpers and tightens around me.
Her long nails dig into my ass. I pump harder. Nuzzling her neck, I flick out my tongue against the soft sweaty flesh. Something savage takes over when she gushes like a geyser. I pull out to watch her soak the table and spray all over us both.
“Fuck. I can’t believe it took me so long to find you.”
“Me either,” she says, clearly still not making the connection as to who I am.
I palm my cock and tap it against her sensitive button. She wiggles toward me and I reenter her heat. Reaching for her legs, I hold them in the air as I drive into her. I don’t just move in and out. No, that’s the action of a man only chasing his own release. I want her squirting all over me again. I thrust forward switching angles with each entrance as if doing a dance.
I’m only giving her just a little more than the tip and she’s still going crazy. I power through another of her orgasms. Earning me another shower in her essence. If I would’ve gotten my hands on her when we younger I would’ve taken her and runaway never to be found.
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