by S. K. Lessly
“You have no idea how much it would have,” she said softly. I leaned into her and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Would you have told that piece of shit to get lost?” I asked her in between kissing her.
She turned her body more to face me allowing me better access to her lips. “Most definitely.”
I moved the covers from us as she turned completely, climbing on top of me. I slid down, lying on my back and letting her take over, but the moment I saw her tense up, I stopped kissing her. “Baby, you know we don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, but I want to. I want you, Bradley,” she said softly, and I became hard as a rock.
I turned her over, laying her on her back gently. “Then let me take care of you, baby.” I went right for her sweet spot on her neck.
“Please, baby, I need you.” Her voice was soft and sexy as shit. Damn, she’s going to undo me. I have to stay in control. I was going to fuck her in half if I didn’t. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go slow with her. I wanted her that damn bad.
I took my time and moved down her beautiful chocolate covered body, going right to her taunt nipples. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll definitely take care of you.”
I quickly took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to suck gently at first, rolling my tongue around and around while squeezing and rubbing her other one in between my fingers.
Her hand went into my hair as she moaned with pleasure. “Yes… Bradley, that feels so good.”
I moved from one to the next, making sure to bring as much pleasure I could before I traveled south. I loved this woman’s body. She was so responsive, so beautiful. I loved making her body scream for me, cream for me.
I moved past her torso, spread her legs to make room for my shoulders and attacked one of the glorious playgrounds of her body.
The instant my tongued touched her, she tried to close her legs. “Brad… Oh shit, baby”
I love hearing her call my name.
This is my playground, and I love it. I love bringing her ecstasy with just my tongue. I slowly moved my tongue around her sensitive bud before I captured it in my mouth. I sucked her while fluttering my tongue, bringing her to a sitting position screaming my name. She tried to move back from me, trying to break my suction, but I wouldn’t let her waist go. I had a death grip on her and I kept sucking and circling her clit over and over again until she was practically vertical from the end of the bed.
I didn’t know how long I was down there, and I knew my face was red as shit, but I didn’t care. My goal that night was her. I wanted to please her. I wanted to give her everything she’s ever wanted for the rest of her life if I could.
I straightened her out and climbed her body, being careful of her chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist and tightened.
“Baby,” I began, but she quickly grabbed me and brought me to her center.
“Now, Bradley. Make love to me now.”
So… Yeah, I couldn’t resist. I made love to her.
*******
“Tell me when can you move out of this place?” I yelled over the music we had blaring from her TV.
I’ve been buried in Ayana’s place for the past few days. She’s had the last two days off and we’ve spent every second together, kissing, making love - Wow, I never thought I would say that phrase- tasting, and licking each other senseless. It’s been so much of a sex-fest in here, we had to open the screen doors and windows as the AC ran full blast. If you’re wondering, she hadn’t disappeared on me, and I hadn’t asked about it. I was trying to trust her and waiting for her to tell me what’s going on. I had all the patience in the world, but I was beginning to feel it slipping.
Ayana had just fed me a steak grilled to perfection and we went through at least two bottles of wine. Now I’m sitting on her couch looking around her apartment thinking about getting her out of here.
She walked back into the living room, smiling and swaying her glorious hips. She wore a small tank top with no bra for easy access to her set of tits that fit perfectly in my hands, and a pair of shorts showing me a pair of beautiful strong legs. Kickboxing has definitely paid off for her.
“Why? Do you not like my quarters?”
“No, I hate it,” I admitted.
She laughed and climbed in my lap. I smiled and ran my hand through her hair. “All my things will not fit in this little apartment, and I need to be moved in somewhere within the next few weeks. And where ever I go, I want you with me,” I announced.
“I can come visit, you know?” she added.
I took my other arm, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her down further on me. I don’t know if you’ve realized this by now, but she makes me horny as hell by just being in the room with me. It didn’t help the fact that she was sitting on my lap right now. I wanted more of her as the seconds went by.
A slow smile crept on her face when she felt my hard on and she started moving slowly on top of me.
I leaned my head back against her couch and resisted, closing my eyes. What I couldn’t stop was the soft moan that escaped my lips. “That won’t do,” I managed to say between the slow painful movements of her hips. I gripped both sides of her hips as her hands rested around my neck, gripping my hair.
“It won’t?” she responded, and then moaned softly, clearly affected by her own movements.
The heat in her eyes charged me up again. I mean, we had just finished making love on this couch before we ate and now, damn, I wanted to hear her moan and scream my name again. Her neighbors were getting an ear full for sure.
I brought my hands slowly along her side, bringing her tank top with me. I answered, “No, it won’t. I need you with me every second of every day. I want to come home to you. I want to wake up to you. I want…”
Shit, my words were replaced with a slow agonizing hiss as she went into my shorts and released me. She looked down hungrily, then back at me. “What else do you want?”
“I just want you, baby,” I replied softly, feeling like a bitch. That’s what she does to me. I’m at her mercy, and it’s crazy as hell, but I’m okay with it. I know for a fact she’s at my mercy as well.
“You want to know what I want right now?” she asked licking her lips as she played with the head of my cock.
“Yes,” I said, swallowing hard just as she moved off my lap and settled between my legs. She hovered just over my dick and licked and sucked the tip of me.
“I want you to tie me up like you used to do. Then I want you to bring out your toys and tease me until I explode. Can you do that?”
She slowly took me in her mouth and I instantly brought my hand through her hair and gripped tight.
I watched her move up and down on me and, shit, it felt so good. Watching her consume most of me was a complete turn on. She moved slowly, methodically up and down, bringing her hand around my shaft to meet her lips. Her mouth was wet and warm and as she picked up her pace, she licked around me just the way I like, before she plunged me in her mouth again.
Shit, this woman…
I felt my eyes rolling in the back of my head just as her other hand started playing with my balls. “Fuck, Ana, baby, that feels so good. Shit,” I managed force out between clinched teeth.
“Are you going to answer my question?” she said, as she fluttered and sucked the tip of my cock.
“Huh? What? Um, what was the question? Yes, baby, I love your mouth… I love you, baby… Damn, baby, what was your question?”
Shit, I couldn’t concentrate at all. All I kept thinking about was tossing her over the arm of the couch and tearing her apart.
I instantly felt my balls get tight. I was close, but I didn’t want to explode in her mouth. I wanted inside of her and I wanted it now.
With my hands still in her hair, I pulled her off me and she moved willingly. I looked in her burning brown eyes. “Take those goddamn shorts off.”
I helped her stand with my hand still gripping he
r hair. I moved her to the side of the couch and bent her over. My hands gripped her thigh lifting it just as she laid over the arm of the couch, bringing her channel right where I wanted it.
I licked my lips as I let go of her hair and traveled my hand down her back slowly over her spine. When I made it to her plump flesh, I brought my hand down hard on her backside.
She jerked and whimpered at the onslaught of my slap, but then grinded her hips, telling me she loved what I just did and wanted more. I brought my hand down once more, then without warning, I plunged into her wet tight core… Oh yes!
Ayana wasn’t ready for me and she shot up off the couch, but I pushed her back down saying hoarsely, “I know you can take it, baby… take this dick, baby… take it all.”
I didn’t ease into shit. I started pounding her from behind, bending my knees slightly so I could get all the way in there and hit that spot I needed to make her come apart. I gripped her hips tightly and knew I hit my mark when she screamed my name.
“Tell me this pussy is mine… Tell me you belong to me, Ana… Tell me.”
“Oh shit, Bradley… I can’t take… Shit, Bradley…,” she cried but I kept moving. I kept pounding away, getting deeper and hitting her spot. Moving in and out of her was charging me. Watching her juices on my dick was making me insane. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her dripping down my leg. Yes, just like that.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her, knowing damn well I wasn’t stopping for shit.
“No, please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she said just as I slapped her ass again.
“Then tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you’re mine, that you belong to me.” I smacked her ass again and started pounding harder, faster. Shit, I was hitting her pussy so hard that the couch started to move and I moved with it. I didn’t give I shit. I wasn’t stopping for anything.
“Bradley!” she cried, but I didn’t stop.
“Say it, Ana.”
“I belong to you, Bradley. I’m yours, shit! I’m yours…”
That’s what I wanted to hear, and I yelled as I released so hard in her that I was seeing stars behind my eyes.
Shit, I love this. I love making love to her, I love fucking her. I just love her.
I took her with me as I collapsed on the couch. She was leaning her sweat soaked back on my sweat soaked chest, both of us breathing heavy, sated, spent and fucking exhausted.
“I think you won’t have to worry about how long I’ll be here.”
“Why?” I managed to asked.
“Well, if we continue to make a lot of noise like we just did, they will surely kick me out.”
I laughed and hugged her against me. I kissed her ear and said softly, “I love you, Ana.”
“Mmm,” she moaned. “I love you too”
*****
I woke up that night to an empty bed and whispering. I climbed out of the bed and walked, naked, to find where the whispers were coming from. As I got in the living room, Ayana was hanging up her phone looking perplexed and downright afraid.
“What’s up?”
She must not have heard me coming as she jumped and damn near dropped her phone out of her hand. She shook her head and began to purse her lips to say something when I put my hand up to stop her.
“Don’t insult me and say nothing, Ana. What’s going on?”
To her credit, she closed her mouth and just looked at me. I knew she was battling over what to tell me, and I let her.
Finally, she sighed. “I need to go out for a few hours”
“Okay where?”
“Bradley, I…”
I walked further into the room. “No, Ayana, you aren’t leaving here until you tell me where the hell you’re going.”
She stood. “I can’t tell you, okay? I just...”
Well, that was all I needed to know. I turned and headed back into her room to grab my shit. I told myself I wasn’t doing this again and I meant it. If she can’t see how I feel about her, what she means to me, then I can’t be with her.
“Bradley, wait,” she pleaded as she made it into her bedroom after me.
I didn’t look at her as I got dressed but I vowed, “I’m not doing this again, Ana!”
“I told you, Brad, it’s not what you think, okay? This has nothing to do with my brother.”
I spun to face her. “Yeah? Then what is it?”
When she didn’t answer, I moved to her bathroom with my bag in my hand. I heard her following me.
“Bradley, please don’t go. Please I…” She trailed off, mainly because I walked right past her and headed for her door.
“Okay, I’ll tell you.”
I stopped but I didn’t turn around. My hand was inches from the doorknob and lock.
I heard her sigh and then she said, “A few months, ago a friend of mine was beat up badly. She doesn’t have any family to help her so I’m all she has. She needs me to keep her safe because she can’t do it on her own. The guy that beat her up is looking for her. If he finds her, he’s going to kill her for sure. I’ve been doing my best to not let that happen.”
I turned around slowly to this bullshit story, but the look in her eyes told me this wasn’t bullshit at all, well at least not all of it.
I asked her, “Why you? What the hell can you do to keep her safe, Ana?”
She shook her head and moved closer to me. “I’m not doing anything, okay? I’m just keeping her company, getting her food, essentials stuff like that, at least until we can get her away from here.”
“Who beat her up?”
“I don’t know,” she answered all too quickly.
“Come on, Ana, I know when you’re lying.”
“Brad, I’m not lying, okay? I don’t know who he is, but I know what he looks like because I witnessed her getting assaulted.”
It was my turn to move closer to her. “Did you call the police?”
She shook her head. “No, I-”
“Why the hell not?” I retorted
“I just didn’t think about it. I went to her and got her out of there as fast as I could. I’ve kept her safe since. And at one point I felt like I was in over my head. I tried your brother, but he refused to help, so I was on my own.”
“No, I don’t believe that. My brother wouldn’t just turn someone away that needed help.”
“Yeah, Brad, maybe the brother you used to know or maybe if someone else went to him sure. But I was the one to go to him, and he didn’t help me, so I’ve been doing this alone.”
I folded my arms to my chest. “Okay, and what do you have planned? Are you going to keep her hidden forever? Do you think I’m letting you leave my bed, our bed, every night, in the middle of the night to check on her?”
She took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I’m working that out. But in the meantime, I just need you to trust me.”
I laughed because, shit, I couldn’t help it.“You want me to trust you, seriously? Do you remember the last time I trusted you?”
“Bradley…” I saw her eyes get moist, but I ignored her.
“I told you if you were into some shit—”
She moved closer to me. “I’m not. Brad. I’ve told you the truth. I’m not into any drugs. I’ve showed you that I’ve not touched any form of drugs for years. This has nothing to do with my brother, and everything to do with me just helping out a friend.”
“Yeah, a friend that you’re just now telling me exists. A friend that, if they meant that much to you to leave me for in the middle of the night, you, would have told me about them by now,” I huffed. I backed up from her. “You know what, just forget it. You go do what you have to do, Ayana. Go help your friend.”
As I moved to the door and unlocked it, she said to my back, “Where will you be? Will you be over your brother’s?”
I closed my eyes and said simply, “I don’t know,” and walked out the door.
“If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions yo
u’ll ever make” – Unknown Author
Chapter 8 – Ayana
“What are you going to do?” Noelle asked me.
We were sitting in the living room of the warehouse apartment after my fight with this crazy chic that kept trying to bite me. Please believe that fight didn’t last long and I didn’t care who was pissed. I’d be damn if that bitch bit me. She sharpened her teeth, so they would be pointy. No, she wasn’t getting close to me at all. When I saw her show her fangs and go after my neck, I knew this fight was over. No telling what she had. When the crazy girl gave me the window, I did a roundhouse kick to her temple and knocked her the hell out.
I had to make up some excuse to Ramone to get him to let me leave. He and Santos’ man tried to set me up for another fight since I knocked my opponent out so quickly. I didn’t think he would let me leave on my own accord, so I started dry heaving, blaming a hit this girl gave me in my stomach as the reason. I guess I should thank Santos. When he came up to me, touched me and caressed my back, I brought up the water I had just consumed.
It was the fear and nothing else that caused me to do that. He got pissed as he moved out of the way and told Ramone to let me go. I then drove as fast as I could to Noelle so we could figure out together what to do. I was scared half out of my mind, and I honestly believed our time had run out.
“I don’t know, but I need to figure out something,” I said as I shook my head.
“Why don’t you call Martins?” she offered and I shook my head again.
“I think Ramone is off the reservation.”
“Are you sure? I mean, do you have any experience working undercover? Maybe he’s putting up the front for the case.”
“No, I don’t have any experience, but I know what a crook looks like. And even though he’s always looked that way to me, it seems things are getting worse. You haven’t seen his eyes. He’s filled with greed, Noelle, and he seems very desperate to prove himself to Santos. Desperation is the ingredient for stupidity and you know he’s stupid already, so no telling what he’s capable of doing. I think if Martins doesn’t know about him and I tell him, he may reach out to Ramone and tip our hand, or he may know anyway and still tip our hand. I don’t think we can trust any of them.”
