by ChaShiree M.
My poor baby. She holds everything close to the vest, trying to maintain an outer exterior of being strong and above it all. A person can only maintain that for so long. Still, I am happy she chose to come to me. She could have gone to any one of her siblings. But she chose me. My heart does a skip, as I think about it. I feel my chest swell with pride, and male satisfaction knowing she chose me. That has to mean something, and maybe now she will know it too.
I pick her up and take her to our room. Slowly, I remove her shoes, jeans, and unwrap her sweater. At this moment, I appreciate her damn sweater because it’s like unwrapping a gift. Fuck my life. She is stunning. A whole woman made up of contours and valleys. She is shaped like a Rubenesque Goddess. I don’t know where she gets this shit about being fat, but my dick says otherwise. He is literally leaping in my pants, trying to get out and stake his claim.
Looking at her, I can only appreciate the softness of everything she has, up against the paleness of her alabaster skin. Those tits, though. Shit. Running my hands down my face. Those tits are made for many things, like taking my dick between them. I can feel the precum gathering at the head. My cock is weeping like a little boy staring at his first lollipop.
Motherfucker. I adjust my dick in my pants and walk away for a second to control myself. I feel like a fucking peeping Tom, but hell. Can you blame me?
I pull my clothes off, choosing to leave my boxers on and I walk back over to the bed. Lifting her one more time, but this time I take in her scent, embedding it in my senses. It further tortures me, but I want to be a part of everything she is. I lay her down beside me, get myself in bed, pull her against me, and for once rest easy. For the first time in six months, my whole life is right here in my arms.
I roll over the next morning with the intention of starting a little something to amp up my campaign of making her mine. Much to my chagrin, she is not beside me. If we were anywhere else, I would have panicked, but there is no way she made it out of the house without waking me. My alarm is state of the art. I’m talking a prototype from the secret service, thanks to a job I did for them rescuing a diplomat’s daughter from some fucking Colombian traffickers. So, I know she is still here.
I get up and go in search of my lady. Not even bothering to put a shirt on. She might as well get used to it. As I walk further into the hallway heading downstairs, I smell food cooking. Not just any food, either. If I am not mistaken, it smells like French toast. As soon as I inhale, my stomach begins to growl. I realize I haven’t eaten in almost a full 24 hours because even though we went out to dinner last night, I couldn’t eat with all of her roadblocks and speeches going in one ear and out the other.
Wait. Am I hearing music? Hell yeah. I hear my man, JT. Nothing like a little Justin Timberlake to turn your mood around. Walking into the kitchen, she obviously doesn’t see me because she is bellowing at the top of her lungs, shaking that luscious ass, while wearing one of my shirts. That alone makes me want to shove her against the counter and do all levels of filthy things to her. Starting by being on my knees. The only thing stopping me is with everything that happened last night. I think she needs the escape of music and food and we both need to eat. I mean shit. Little mama is going to need her strength.
I walk further into the kitchen as she sings… “So put your filthy hands all over me.” Filthy hands, huh? I’ll show her some filthy hands. Eventually she will learn not to say shit like that around me. I chuckle to myself. I finally reach her and wrap my arms around her body. She squeaks louder than a baby mouse.
“Holy moly, Colton. You scared the bejeezus out of me. Are you like a ninja on top of being a G.I. Joe? Gheesh.”
She is so fucking cute holding her chest, breathing hard, and deep, while trying to catch her breath. It also brings my attention to her beautiful tits, and now my dick wants to join the sing-along. Fuck. Calm down boy. We are going to be inside mama soon.
When she finally calms down, I think it hits her that I just saw her dancing. She looks up at me beet red, from under her lashes and bites her lip. My groan is uncontrollable. I pull her lip from between her teeth with my own mouth and devour her. I kiss her with a ferocity that barely matches the level with which I want her. She kisses me back although tentatively, but I’ll take it.
I pull back from her before her first time on this damn floor. “JT? Really baby?” I say teasingly.
She shrugs her cute little shoulders. “Yeah. I sort of have a JT obsession.”
“With the way you were shaking that ass, JT would be your biggest fan.”
“Yea. OK. I’m definitely bringing sexy back.” she says sarcastically as she turns her back to me. Growling, I walk back over to her and make her look at me. I am tired of this self-deprecating shit.
“Look at me Kea. And I want you to listen very well. I don’t know who told you that you were anything other than beautiful, and if I find out who they are, they’re going to see exactly what unattractiveness is. But you, little one are fucking magnificent. Every time I see you, my dick weeps. When you look at me, I can’t catch my breath. You are everything I want and more. The sooner you face it, the sooner I can make you feel it.” I emphasize my words by nudging her with my rock-solid dick, that elicits a giggle from her. I love that sound.
“Whatever. But thank you.” She says snuggling into me for a second and allowing me to hold and sniff her hair. I feel a number of emotions right now, but the primary one I feel is love. She literally has my heart in her hands, and she doesn’t know it. Or at least she won’t believe it. But that's ok. The minute I get my dick in her, she won’t ever doubt it again.
We finally finished making breakfast and I can’t help but feel relaxed. I take in the domesticated scene before me. My head is filled with the days we will do this, maybe with our kids surrounding us and a couple of pets.
“Colton, what is going on with my apartment?”
“Baby, the police are investigating. They have your apartment taped off. You cannot go home until they are done. Basically, you’re going to stay here with me.” I go back to eating my food trying not to look at her, but I should have known my stubborn girl wouldn’t make it that easy.
“Colton, I appreciate all you have done. Letting me stay here for the night, but I really don’t think I should stay here any longer than that. I’m just going to go to my sister’s place. Plus, I need clothes and……”
“You are not fucking going to your sisters house.”
Something inside breaks open at the mere mention of her leaving. I grab her shoulders and slam my lips against hers, as if my life depended on it. I lick the seam of her lips demanding she open for me, and my beautiful girl doesn't disappoint. She opens her mouth for me, and it’s like the veil she has been hiding behind lifts. She moans and grips my shirt like she is starving for my touch. If she feels even half of what I am, then I know she is.
When my hands start trailing up the back of her legs and I reach the juncture of her ass, almost immediately she pulls her lips from mine and tries to back away By the look on her face, I know she is gearing up for some confrontation at the worst possible time. The front door opens, and Andy’s voice can be heard.
“Colty. You home?”
Shit. Even from a few steps away, I can sense Kea closing down on me. I want to go to her and tell her it is not what she thinks, but Andy steps into the kitchen and it's too late.
“Oh hi. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had someone over, Colty.”
I fucking hate when she calls me that, and I hate it even more that she said it in front of Kea. It insinuates a relationship that never existed. I watch Kea start to fidget with herself, which I recognize when she is comparing herself to someone and it pisses me the fuck off. I know she is about to run. Before she can, I grab her by the hand and pull her to my side, which Andy quickly clocks.
“Andy, I would like for you to meet my woman, Kea. Kea, this is my childhood friend, Andalusia. But the rest of us call her Andy.”
Kea, trying to remov
e her hand from mine, gives a very weak hello. My chest begins to cave in, knowing she is going down into herself right now. She looks over at me, her eyes pleading with me to let her go so she can run but I cannot allow it. Not while Andy is right here. It will send the wrong message and I won’t have that in Kea’s head for a second longer than it needs to be.
“How long have you two been….” Nope not doing this either.
“Andy, sorry you came all the way over here for nothing. But Kea and I have plans for the day. I will call you later. Maybe we will have you guys over for a BBQ, so everyone can meet her soon. OK?” Andy’s face is in obvious distress, but I give no fucks. My woman is upset, and I need to fix it now.
“I will walk you out.” I reluctantly let go of Kea to walk Andy to the door and do something I should have done a long time ago.
“Andy, I am going to need your key. I can no longer have you walking in and out when you want. This is Kea’s home now, and I don’t ever want her feeling uncomfortable……”
“Her home? She lives here? Since when?”
She whips around on me so fast I have to move back to get myself out of her arms reach as she is extrapolating. She is seriously fired up and as much as I care about my friend, my life is upstairs thinking fucked up shit and I need to go tend to that.
“ANDY! I can’t right now. Okay? Hand me the key please.”
She slams it into my hand with a huff, walks to the door, turns to look at me, and I swear I see heartbreak. There is also something else a bit sinister in her eyes, but I ignore it and brush it off as simple shock. I lock the door behind her and walk up the stairs.
On my way up, I call Tessa. “Hey sis. Sorry to do this at the last minute, but can we reschedule lunch for tomorrow? Something important just came up.”
Fuck.My.Life.
Chapter 7
KEA
A Fool. That’s what I am. A complete and utter fool and I knew better. I have always stayed to myself and don’t date for this very reason. Deep down I always knew I would end up the one on the receiving end of the joke. But here I am, nonetheless. Racing around the bedroom and packing what little stuff I have, so I can go and forget this ever happened. Forget I ever met the lying, philandering, hot, and sexy playboy.
Tears. Great. Now I have tears running down face. Ugh. ‘Don’t do this Kea. You have no reason to cry. You didn’t sleep with him. He is not your man. You are not his woman.’ Great. Now I’m talking to myself. I need to hurry up and go. Grabbing my bag, I stuff my feet in some socks and make to go to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going? Huh. You think I am going to let you leave. Like this?”
His face is pinched hard making me think his eyeballs are going to pop out. He descends on me, and I find myself backing into the room further and further. With each step I take, two things happen. First, every thought I have of leaving slips away. Second, my vajayjay gets wetter and wetter. Stickier and stickier. My body is literally preparing for him, though my mind is trying to reject him.
“No answer Kea. What's wrong? None of your little comebacks about how you’re not mine and I am not yours?” Oh no he didn’t. I mean where does he get off treating me like I am the one who did something wrong.
“You know what, screw you ‘Colty’. You don’t get to be mad at me. I am not the one who made a fool of me downstairs with your exotic whatever she is to you waltzing in the house. Seriously, you can’t keep your playthings in order, so they don’t overlap? Huh. The almighty Colton losing track of his playdates.”
I have no idea who the woman is, that is laying into him, but I don’t like it. I worked hard to make myself impervious to emotions, and within two weeks he has managed to usurp me. He has cracked my carefully constructed dome. The worst of it is, I don’t really believe he did anything wrong. I know with every fiber of my being, it's just what I am using for a convenient excuse because for one second, I allowed myself to be happy only to be reminded how painful it would feel if he really did break my heart.
I finally risk a look at him, and he looks positively homicidal. For once, I am afraid of him. Sensing danger, I hightail it around him thinking I can make it to the door. However, his long reach stops me and suddenly my throat is in his hands. I feel my feet leave the floor. At least I think they might and maybe I have finally done it. I think I have finally pushed him too far, and with the connections he has no one will ever find my body.
“Did you just say playdate to me, little one? I must say, hearing you get in a few licks at me has me hard as a fucking brick. See.” He throws me on the bed and falls on top of me before I can move. Then he grinds his cock into the front of my pants.
“You feel that little Kea? That is all for you, sweetness. Let’s get one thing straight. Andy is not and has never been my woman. We are friends who grew up together, and that is it. Because my job keeps me out of town quite a bit, I gave her a key to come and check my mail, make sure the house is ok, and such. That’s it. I won’t lie and say I haven’t slept with other women. I am a man. But I have not since I laid my eyes on you. And I have never brought anyone here to my home. So, get that shit out of your head. Now, I am tired of you trying to find reasons to walk away from me. You are an exasperating pain in the ass. But you are my pain in the ass. You are all that I want little one. I want your smiles and your beauty. I want you to look at me like I am all you need, because god damn it Kea, you are all I need, and I think it is time I show you.”
With those words, he still has his hand around my throat. Maybe I should feel afraid or affronted at the very least, but surprisingly enough, all I feel is safe and wanted. He bends his head down and sniffs my neck. Coming up on the side of my face whispering in my ear.
“I am not going to take you today baby, because you are not ready. However, I am going to make sure you never forget who you belong to. Where the hell your place is…...beside me.” I gasp. Not so much from shock as from the need coursing through me. My stomach is quivering as my muscles contract, my body trying to calm itself and launch at him in tandem. “Don’t you try and play the shocked little miss right now, because your scent gives you away. I can smell how much you want me to fuck that little pussy baby.”
Oh man. I moan out loud, because my arousal is so front and center that I cannot do anything else. At this moment, I no longer care. I try to squeeze my legs together to alleviate some of the need there, but never one to miss anything he catches me and clucks his tongue.
“Naughty little Kea. No abating that desire. I want to lick it out of you. It's my right. Isn’t baby? Say it. Say Colton, it’s your right to lick the desire out of me. Say it Kea. Say it, so I can give us both what we need right now.”
Oh God. My body is on fire. Nothing attached to me belongs to me right now. My nipples feel as if they are twisting themselves into pointed little nubs. My stomach keeps clenching and unclenching in anticipation. Let's not talk about my lady parts. Forget it. I can feel it dripping into my panties making a puddle of cum. The feeling of it leaking back to my ass and with my clit being sensitive, every time he nudges me a little, I can feel my zipper rubbing and sending sparks through my body.
I need this feeling to go away. His words lit something inside me, and I know it won’t go out unless I give him what he wants. The truth is, I am tired of fighting it. I am mentally exhausted, and I want what Fae and Phoenix have. Someone to look after me. If I have to give in to Colton to get it, then maybe it will be worth it.
“Yes Colton. It’s your right to lick the desire out of me.” I say the last part on a whimper because submitting to him, feels too right. Like I have finally found my place. In lightning speed, he rips the shirt I am wearing apart and immediate embarrassment is my reaction. I am not wearing a bra, but his subsequent groan and declaration changes the direction of my thoughts.
“Fuck Kea. You have been denying me these fucking tits. Damn baby. Your nipples were made for me to lick, suck, bite, and clamp. They distend so beautifully towards my mou
th. I would think they are asking for me. Are they asking for me baby?”
“Colton. Please. I'm yours. All yours. Please just make it stop. It hurts…. oh god…...Colton…..o ...o….”
He takes my sensitive peaks in his mouth before I can even finish my plea, and it is the best feeling I have ever experienced. He doesn’t only lick them, like one would imagine. No. He worships each one over and over. Almost as if I am his favorite dessert. The licking and sucking is beautiful. But when he bites them, that is decadent. It puts me in a completely different headspace.
“Son of a bitch. I knew you would taste like this. Like everything sweet and spicy in the world. Fuck baby. How am I supposed to take you to the top without taking you? Shit. I fucked myself with this. Oh well. Might as well go the extra mile.”
I tense up, but then I am immediately comforted when he says, “no worries baby. I am not going to take it. I told you I wouldn’t. But I am going to take you somewhere you have never been. Now lift that ass so I can get to my pussy.”
Almost blindly, I do as he says. Right now, I am his slave. A slave to the sensations going through my body.
“I wish you could smell what I smell little Kea. Shit. This pussy is a lure. You know that. Any man, who smells it for the first time would be fucking following you around like a sick puppy trying to sniff it over and over. Look at you. Wet and slick. Juices pooling around your little hole waiting on someone to lick it out. Running down to your ass. Is your ass wet from the dripping too baby?”
He has me pull my cheeks apart, and a flush spreads across my face. I am mortified he is trying to look there and am thinking how to stop him, when he sinks his teeth into my thigh.
