by Love Belvin
I lifted from her face. “What’re you doin’?”
Out of breath with her voice as low as a growl, she challenged, “What’re you doing?”
“Trying to loosen you up.” I smiled, holding her face in my hands.
I could feel the heavy pulse of her neck.
“And I’m tryin—” She swallowed hard. “to loosen you up.”
“How ‘bout you make sure you ain’t too loose for me?”
Her mouth dropped but before she could clapback my lips were on her again. She moaned. Greedily, my hands fell to grab her ass.
All real…
Her shaky hands grabbed my shoulders, squeezing as though she needed me to keep upright. And that worked until my fingers pushed between her legs and found that sexy black tank was a body suit. I unsnapped it and found her slit warm and glossy. With one finger, I plunged into her cushiness and stirred. She moaned again and this time her legs did give out. I caught her, keeping her mouth on me.
Wanting that reaction again, I pushed into her. Her swollen walls swallowed me as the tips of my fingers pushed until they were deep inside her. Her one hand dropped down and cupped my dick. Then her pussy pulsated and her legs gave out on her again. My body lunged and I was able to catch her with one arm, but I pulled my fingers out, afraid I’d hurt her before we got started. My thumb circled her long and puffy clit instead. And again, her hand went to my dick. This time she tried for my belt.
I pulled from her mouth and tried focusing on her face through my narrowed eyes. I couldn’t help my smile as I peeped her face twisting like she was in pain when I knew she was far from it.
Then it hit me.
“You wanna see what I’m working with.” It wasn’t a question.
If it was, her answer of “affirmative” came when she didn’t speak at all, but those eyes went straight below. I snorted then backed her to the staircase until she walked up a few. I yanked softly at her arms, telling her to sit. My hands covered her kneecaps and I pushed her thighs apart. Her jaw dropped again. I could tell she had no clue what ol’ Rut was about by the number of times that had happened since I’d laid eyes on her for the first time.
With my eyes on hers, I began to undo my belt and jeans. In no time, her eyes dropped south. When my dick jutted out, her head swung back but she caught herself and straightened as I dropped to my knees two steps beneath her, letting my cock drop onto the juncture of her legs. She bit her bottom lip. I took myself at the base and smacked the head into her clit. When her eyes rose to my face then her brows fluttered, I knew she appreciated the view and service.
Looking into her eyes, I repeated the act. Smacked and rubbed. Hit and poked until her legs curled in the air and her neck gave out again. She was even more beautiful as she tried hiding her true expressions of pleasure. She had a pride about her that aroused the hell out of me. My hand grip worked up my full shaft at some point. I yanked the left side of her tank down, making her tit plop out. Damn. I wanted to taste that, too, but decided against it. I’d worked us into a rhythm here. My dick was now glazed from her excitement. Her hands balled into tight fists and her pelvis rolled against my rubs. She wasn’t a noisy one when she came, but her face told it all as she was coming on my damn stairs.
Fuck…
My body jerked and I’d be damned if I wasn’t shooting on her. My cum jetting on her lower stomach and hairs as I grabbed the railing of the staircase to steady myself. When I was done, her eyes were closed. I waited for her. Thinking of how I didn’t plan on that happening and how that may have made me look like an amateur, I waited.
Then her eyes opened, but narrowly as her chest rose and fell helplessly. Did she think that was it? I couldn’t let it go down like that. I rarely came that fast and never unexpectedly. Now, I had something to prove.
I pulled up my clothes then stood her to her feet. Her body suit was out of her skirt, looking crazy. Without patience, I decided to lift her to my chest, wrapping her legs around my waist and carried her up the stairs. She was so fucking wet with her warm pussy rubbing against my abs. We passed by Sharkie’s closed door and had to make a quick call to hurry to my room. I managed to open the door with her in my arms. After tossing her on the bed, I closed and locked the door. Right away, I stripped out of my clothes. She turned and found me in movement to my pocket to grab a rubber. That jaw hit the floor again before she jumped in to action and started to undo her shoes. Her skirt was off and before she could get her top off, I’d pounced on her.
“Uhhhh…” she breathed in my ear.
I shifted to taste her neck, licked and scraped my teeth into her soft skin. Her breathing was rough, hands all over my head and neck as her pulse beat on my tongue. My mouth went lower, tongue trailing until it met the cloth of her shirt. Quickly, I lifted and pulled it over her head. Her fucking boobs were gorgeous. Tan and hard at their coffee colored peaks. I pulled them together, unable to decide which one I wanted to attack first. She smelled so damn good. Felt so soft and feminine underneath me as she squirmed, lifting her pussy to rub against my belly. She needed friction.
I reached over to grab the condom then stood to my knees to roll it on. She was stretched wide for me, breathing hard with closed eyes. She looked nervous but wanting.
“You good?”
She nodded, eyes still closed.
“Aye,” I called out in a clearer tone.
Her eyes flew open.
My chin dropped. “You cool with this?”
Biting that lip again, she nodded hard and fast. I crawled up her body, licking from the center of her chest to her plump lips. The way her lips and tongue met mine and face frowned, it seemed she struggled between keeping up with me and her needs of me. They were two different things. She wanted to show me she could handle this. And at the same time, she had her aggressive needs of it.
Her hips lifted and that was my cue. I pushed my hand between us and guided myself to her opening. My usual glide got me nowhere so my next was more forceful. I didn’t make much more progress, but her hands brushing up the sides of my face to my head distracted me. Her nails scraped down to my shoulders from my neck made me shiver.
She pulled her mouth from me. “You okay?”
It took me a while to answer, my focus was getting inside of her.
“I’m trying to be…” I grunted. “If you would let me—”
“Ah…” she groaned, and I knew it was discomfort from me plunging a little harder.
I bit into the flesh of her shoulder, wanting to keep my mouth on her. Everything about this was unusual. This missionary position, her tightness, her being here in the flesh but in her own head.
Eventually, I was deep enough to work. And I did. I licked and sucked all over her neck and shoulders as I plowed into her. She didn’t come like I expected her to, but I didn’t let it knock me off my game again. I flipped her ass, bent her over, and banged into her until she clawed my sheets, dripped from my work, and her spine wobbled.
My eyes shot open so wide I thought I had just awakened from a nightmare. I was still here, in his bed. I turned to my right to find him next to me, his broad back cut in muscular patterns I’d never seen. He was definitely an athlete. It was clear by the way he handled me for over an hour, casting me into sensual delirium and exhaustion from his unbelievable stamina.
I have to go…
My head whipped to the opposite side of the room for the time. There was an alarm clock on the nightstand and I was able to make out it was after two in the morning. My heart began to pound again—it had been all night since running into this Rut.
But that was earlier. Right now, my reckless acts of adventure had come to an end. My head and back lifted from the bed and I felt a tightness on my lower abdomen. My eyes fell and saw the strangest crust of dry, clear liquid in a weird web on my pelvis. I had no time to investigate it. I managed to find and slip on my bodysuit. I located my skirt and shoes and put them on, too. Crouched over, a flash occurred in the corner of my eye. My head pu
shed up. It was…my phone slipped halfway out the back pocket of his jeans. I grabbed it, placed my thumb on the home button, and watched my apps appear before heading for the door. I paid the sleeping giant one last glance before creeping out of his room. Then I found my way to the stairs, trying not to clomp my way down in these heels.
More than midway down, my hat came into view. I rolled my eyes while swiping it into my hand. My purse was on the floor next to the island in the kitchen. I opened my Uber app and requested a ride. Biting my lip, I realized something about this felt wrong. I left him asleep and didn’t say goodbye. He may have been a bit churlish with his proposal and “last chance” warning, but he was polite and generous. My eyes swayed left to right as my mind spun. There on the counter was a small notepad with a Love in Action logo. I scribbled the only words that came to mind.
Then I crept out into the darkness of the devil’s hour, prepared to wait.
~Four
As I clobbered inside the house, my eyes went straight toward his room. Mandee was stepping out and quietly closing the French doors behind her. I rushed over, nearly out of breath.
“Again, I’m so sorry about this. I feel like the kid who was finally trusted to go to a school party alone.” I dropped my things on a table near the wall. “I swear, this won’t happen again.”
“Oh, my god…” Mandee stifled a yawn. “I told you, you’re totally fine. We had the best slumber party.” There she went again with her humor. Humor I was grateful for in the moment. Suddenly, her face opened with excitement then eyes narrowed with mischief. “Please tell me you met a random Kings exec and let him have his way with you at a five-star hotel in town.”
My head jerked back and muscles in my face tightened. “Why?”
“Because it would have meant this unusual slip up was worth it for the both of us. You know as a student I have no life.” She grunted.
Mandee was a nursing student and the daughter of a neighbor. Jimmy and her father, Lee, were buddies for years. Lee was a neurosurgeon, who showed amazing support during Jimmy’s diagnosis. He was instrumental in getting Jimmy’s at home care set up. Thankfully, Mandee was pursuing a career that assisted me with his care, and I didn’t want to take advantage of it.
My face fell as guilt returned. “I owe you.” I dropped my head into my palms. “Big time.”
I felt her hand on my shoulder. “That new cucumber fragrance you’re working on will do.”
When I raised my face, she was on her way to the front door.
“Mandee…”
She stopped with the door open. “You think…” I swallowed. “You think he noticed I was gone?”
Her brows furrowed. “I fell asleep in there. If I had, I’m not sure.”
Her answer was dissatisfying, but was damned if she said yes or no. Each day I struggled with the progression of his condition. It had been hard to keep up with.
I nodded, dismissing her. Under normal circumstances, I would urge someone leaving the house at this hour to text or call when they made it in safely, but Mandee was literally crossing the street and nothing extraordinary ever happened in this quiet neighborhood. She’d be fine.
The door closed and I turned in the opposite direction, toward my reality. Behind those French doors was the living room, now converted into a bedroom—or something resembling a hospital room. I squared my shoulders and began my walk in that direction. The moment I opened the doors I heard the sounds of life support.
The room was its usual cool temperature. The machines housed in here couldn’t afford to overheat. Rhythmic hums of the ventilator’s mechanical breaths filled the room. A two-hundred-gallon fish tank contributed to the soundtrack of the room as well. It was his request to have some other form of life in his room. Jimmy had been keeping an aquarium most his life, I’d been told.
He was awake though his eyes looked tired, strained as they followed me as far as they could while I traveled to his headboard. After checking the machines levels, I pulled his blanket up his chest.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly due to the hour.
I leaned over him, an act of comfort for him—or me—and watched his eyes intently. It was his only means of communication at this point. His was upset. I knew this by the amount of time he deliberately took to answer with one blink which meant yes.
Two blinks would have meant no.
“Have you been to sleep?”
Two blinks.
I sighed, my heart heavier than I would ever share with Jimmy.
“I never go out, Jimmy.” He didn’t respond. I sighed as I rearranged the beddings over him. “Well, you can rest now. I’m back.”
After a long and clearly contemptuous glare, he closed his heavy eyes.
Stubborn man…
With weighted shoulders, I stood from the bed to flip on the camera. I left his room and took the stairs for my own. The first thing I did once I stepped into my bedroom was power on the corresponding monitor to Jimmy’s room. The screen flashed on, displaying his motionless skeleton frame in a hospital bed. The next thing I did was prepare for a needed shower. Whatever it was that had dried up on my pelvis had been catching against my bodysuit, irritating my skin.
The last thought I had before closing my eyes was where was the dog Rut mentioned?
I’d just closed the door to the conference room where the Director of College Scouting was hosting scouts for their monthly meeting when Nyree walked up on me.
“And you emailed the edited contracts to Rashad Williams?” Her tone was hurried. Its typical, anxious Monday morning manner.
I moved away from the conference room as I replied, “Yes. And I set up the meeting for Dontay Williams and two of the new vendors selected for next season.”
Nyree stopped a ways away from the conference room door and placed a dramatic hand on her forehead. “Shit,” she whispered. “I’d forgotten all about that. Thanks so much, Parker.” Her expression turned shamefaced. “Call it aging, but I don’t know what this feeble brain would do without you. Three days a week just isn’t enough for me, I see.”
She was referring to the number of days I worked here at the front office. It had been one of the nicest things a manager had ever spoken to me. I was grateful for Nyree’s warm spirit.
With a smile of comfort I offered, “I need the tasks to keep my mind. No worries.” I began to take off backward. “I have to take notes on that marketing conference call for Eric Young this afternoon. That gives me less than an hour to scarf down this decadent peanut butter and jelly calling my name at my desk.” Nyree laughed quietly at my theatrical description. “You have this covered. Right?” I gestured to the scouting meeting.
“You bet.” She nodded, dismissing me.
Back at my desk, with half my sandwich clutched in my hand, I scrolled down my Instagram newsfeed and came across a newly familiar face. It was a post from Spilling That Hot Tea. Rut—a name I still couldn’t digest having for a human being—was posing at a red-carpet event with…Emily Erceg. My heart hopped and I became winded all of sudden.
Emily was the sister of Erika Erceg. They were both earthly gorgeous Syrian-American women, and as a family, along with their brother, Erik, and mother, Ellis, had amassed a multi-million-dollar empire stemming from their reality show Envying the Ercegs. Erika had been almost an overnight household name, thanks to a sex tape of her and a rapper going viral a few years back.
My attention returned to the headline: Emily Erceg’s In Love Says Insider
Again, I gazed down to the image—
“Hey, Parker!”
I jumped around in my seat, dropping the PB&J.
Startled, I breathed, “Richell!” My delivery was too alarmed, but not only was I frightened, her timing was impeccable. I lifted my phone. “Hey, how old is Emily?”
“Erceg?” Her face tightened a bit. “Old. Maybe thirty-one?”
My brows lifted. “Thirty-one is old to you?”
Richell, one of many interns slapped her palms toge
ther as she stomped one foot. “Girl, twenty-five is old to…” She slowed, realizing her offense.
I dropped my face, my eyes on her. “You do know I’m twenty-eight. Right?”
“But you’re different,” she tried cleaning up with a giggle. “I’d die to have your legs, Parker. And that waist is fuckin’ snatched.” She snapped her fingers and popped her shoulders. “Yessss!”
“Richell…”
“Hmmm?”
“Focus!”
“Oh!” Her eyes lit anew.
“How long have they been…” I couldn’t find the right phrase.
“Smacking pelvises?”
“Yeah.” I rolled my eyes.
She nodded, understanding I was lost on new lingo.
“For a few months now.” Her shoulders drew up. “They’re so cute together! Girl, I be out on the practice facility, praying I see him and The Flash!”
“Jordan Johnson?”
“Yeah, girl! He can flash these damn panties anytime he wants. Big facts!”
She attempted a hi-fived I didn’t accept. Instead, I shook my head. My eyes circled the area beyond us.
“You know his fiancée works in this building. Right?”
She shrugged, crossing her arms. The time crossed my mind and I checked my phone.
“Pull up a chair.” I tossed my arm to one across from me. “I need to pick your brain about Spilling That Hot Tea and the Kings players.”
Thankfully, Richell quickly acted. I had a conference call to prepare for. Grabbing my sandwich, I began running down all my “circular inquiries” about a Rut before my time was up.
Clutching the Gatorade squeeze bottle as I trekked behind my teammates, headed for the tunnel leading off the practice field, I gulped hard and fast. The more I chugged, my chest cooled from the chilled liquid but my arms, thighs, and feet throbbed from the work I’d just put on them. I could hear Jameson a few feet ahead, leading the group off the field, talking his usual shit.
“Yo, my first daughter was born in that house. My wife is crying her eyes out. But what the fuck am I supposed to do? I need to dump it!”
