The Love Went Somewhere: The Spin-off Novella (Where Did the Love Go)

by Elbie Dee

  “I wouldn’t care if you laid right beside of me,” she replied, before she moped toward the edge of the bed frame and kicking off her sandals.

  With her long, baggy t-shirt covering her frame as she stood, her body shape was almost unrecognizable. Once she lifted one knee after another onto my mattress, the deep crease underneath her ass cheeks forced my eyes upward. Over her mountain size ass, her tight waist was snatched naturally. As she laid, I was able to notice her large, perky breast. She was bad as fuck, but she still wasn’t Bayleigh.

  Snapping admiration from her direction, I walked to the other side of my bed. Nightly routines, such as showering and brushing my teeth, were the furthest from my mind. Without having to experience depression before, I sworn down on people going through the effects of it; hygiene being my first insult. Since hitting me like a ton of bricks poured over my body, I was finally able to understand.

  Having respect, I decided to keep my shorts and t-shirt on. Normally, I would sleep in boxers only. I lifted the edge of my comforter before allowing my body to tuck underneath it, and on top of the fitted sheets. First, I tried facing the wall, but sleeping on the right side of my body was uncomfortable.

  After rolling over to my left side, Zaiya’s beauty smacked me in the face, as the light from the electricity pole outside dimmed through the blinds. Luckily, she was already passed out. It saved me from explaining my shocked expression. Having been with many ethnicities in the past, color didn’t excite me anymore, but her caramel toned skin looked as smooth as shea butter. I craved to run my hand along her body.

  I resisted my urge to touch. Instead, I laid with my eyes opened to admire her. The end of her long, naturally curled eyelashes rested in the crease of her eyelids. Her freshly waxed eyebrows held the perfect arch, as they were parallel with her eye shape. Her dark pink, heart-shaped lips were downturned as she slept. A curl from her shoulder length, dark hair relaxed across her face, and on top of her button shaped nose.

  At a little past midnight, there I was laying in my bed wide awake, with someone I never met before. Mentally, I was drained. Physically, and after napping for at least six hours that day, I was restless. Gazing at Zaiya as drifts of light air inhaled and exhaled through her nose, the thought of Bayleigh simmered. It wasn’t until an hour later where Bayleigh became the last person on my mind.

  “Mmph,” Zaiya groaned, before rolling her body over to face me with her backside.

  She could have been repositioning herself during her sleep, so I paid her no mind. A few seconds into the new position, heart throbbing forced upon me as she began to inch toward me. Nervous, I gulped a wad of saliva while my eyebrows raised. With my body laying stiff, she continued until her back was slightly arched, and her ass cheeks hit each side of my groin muscles.

  Shocked, I kept my stick-like position. Once the muscles in one ass cheek to the other tightened against me, my semi-hard dick solidified. For the first time since I broke my virginity, a female’s body made me quiver. Sex wasn’t my intention, and I didn’t feel as if it were hers. With that, I lifted my right arm from on top of my leg and slowly wrapped my arm to the front of her body.

  Maybe she needs affection, I thought. Soon, the idea of her needing security exited.

  Just as I got comfortable with our bodies pressing against one another, another movement was made. This time, she took her snuggled arm from against her body and the mattress, before placing her palm on top of my hand. Latching her thumb and pinky finger to grip my hand, her right leg began to lift apart as her left.

  Carefully, she lifted my hand from the mattress with hers, and carried it until we touched her inner thighs. Her warm and soft pussy rested underneath my fingertips before she used force. She pressed the top of my hand until her vaginal lips were snug around my middle finger.

  Motioning her hand up and down helped me rub against her pussy. Once she was aware of me entering as much as I could from outside of her panties without her help, she let go of my hand. From the bottom of her slit, and up to the clit and back down again, moisture began to seep through her grey, red trimmed cotton boy shorts.

  After stroking her a few times, I needed to feel her pussy skin to skin. Passing the clit, I reached the waistline of her boy shorts. Inching my fingers into her underwear, I slid my hand down the arrow design she shaved, which felt as if it were pointing toward her box. Kinky bitch, I thought, before erasing the possibility of taking advantage of her from my mind. It was game on.

  With the help of her juices, my middle finger slid from beneath her clit until it reached the opening of her pussy. After I welcomed my finger into her body, I inched back to allow her body to level on top of the mattress. She lifted her bottom and brought her knees closer before dropping her underwear to her ankles and flinging them from her feet. As wide as she could, she spread her legs by placing one over my body and allowing the other to drop to her side. Starting slow, I moved my finger in and out of her vagina.

  “Ohhh!” she moaned at a medium volume before swaying her hips to my motion.

  Based on her movement, she wanted me to go harder. Granting her wish, and hoping to make her cum, I increased my force. I lifted her baggy t-shirt until her tits flashed the ceiling. Keeping up with my speed, I entered the nipple of the boob closest to me before sucking the shit out of her areola.

  “Don’t fucking stop!” she screamed, and the waves of her voice bounced off of the ceiling… allowing the echo to shift around the room.

  Mists of fluid began to squirt over my finger from her box. Right then, the bloodstream in the veins of my inflexible dick rushed through my reproductive system. I could feel the pre-cum forming and getting ready to come out of my body. Slowly, I slid my finger out of her soaking wet, tight pussy before bringing her to her mouth.

  After inserting my finger into her mouth, and watching as she sucked her juices from it, I whispered, “Suck my dick.”

  “Fuck my face,” she replied, as I stared into her eyes while the light outside glared from them.

  I kept my stare on her as I shifted my body to stand with my knees. I waddled my basketball shorts and boxers to my feet. After relaxing my curled toes which gripped the edge of the bed, I allowed the garments to fall to the floor from my ankles. Attempting to decrease the strong urge to fuck without wanting to damage her brain cells, I gave my dick a good stroke.

  Inching my knees along the mattress toward her, I paused when my dick shadowed her face. Before I got a chance to take matters into my own hands, her arm lifted, and she wrapped her hand around the base of my dick. Lightly squeezing, she brought me to her lip, causing me to lean forward. Once I balanced myself by placing both hands against the headboard, she bent her neck upward until half of me was entered into her mouth.

  Pop! She suctioned her lips from my dick after bringing her mouth to my head.

  “I said,” she began before kissing my tip and continuing, “fuck my face,” being sure to exaggerate the word… fuck.

  She squeezed my left thigh from beneath her stiletto fingertips, while keeping the other hand on my dick. Not opposing to her wishes, I swung my left leg to the other side of her body and rested it on top of the mattress. With my legs spread apart and on each side of her, my tip pointed directly to her face. Slightly lifting her chin forward, she opened her mouth and inserted my head. She removed her hand from me to keep her balance by placing her elbows on the mattress beside of her. Starting slow, and then picking up my speed, saliva drenched my dick and dripped from her mouth to her chin as I fucked the shit out of her face.

  “Mm! Mm! Mm!” she groaned in between the strokes of my dick passing her tonsils to her pipeline, and back again.

  “Uhhh!” I voiced while looking letting my neck back to face the ceiling.

  After closing my eyelids, she leaned slightly to her side… balancing herself by one elbow as she laid on her back. When I pulled back, she latched onto my dick before I got a chance to shove it down her throat again. Snapping from my rhythm, I looked
down. While bobbing her head, she allowed her pupils to touch her eyelids as she stared up at me. She moved her hand in a circular motion as she squeezed her cheeks tight around the thickness of my shaft.

  “Shit!” I yelled, before reaching down to the back of her head and forcing her head to reach my abdomen. I busted down her throat and gently pulled myself out of her.

  4

  Bayleigh

  I looked up to the ceiling in the dark room and inhaled as much smoke as I could. After holding it in my lungs for at least twenty seconds, I exhaled a cloud into the air before immediately placing the bowl back to my lips. I lifted my right hand from beside me, which held the lighter, and flicked the flame into the bed of weed. One attempt to inhale again and I realized I needed a refill.

  “I think it’s out,” I glanced to the left and informed the man.

  Without replying verbally, he pinched a small amount from the envelope and dropped it into the bowl. I relit the weed before inhaling a fresh batch of the drug into my lungs. Repeating my inhale and hold tactic, I took two more totes before handing the lighter and bowl back to him.

  “What’s your name anyway?” I asked after he had another round into his body.

  After exhaling, he softly replied, “Ocho.”

  Deep tone and smooth voice. It could have been the effects of the weed beginning to seep in. The more I held my stare, the sexier he got. Attempting to snap myself out of the trance, I looked from him and focused my vision forward. There wasn’t a way in hell I was actually finding myself wrapped up with my kidnapper.

  “I would ask your name, but I already know it,” he chuckled while passing me the bowl for round two, after he added more weed.

  “I would ask how, but everybody does now. Thanks to the headline on the news,” I sucked my teeth after I voiced my frustration.

  After my round was over, I passed him the bowl. Sliding it from my hands, he allowed his fingertips to graze my palm, and my pussy pulsated. I leaned forward to allow my body to sit at a ninety-degree turn as he leaned up from his seat. Gently, he placed the bowl and the envelope on top of the glass coffee table before allowing his body to fall back on the couch cushion. I had an urge, and I needed his assistance.

  Prostituting was easy for me. Men I had no desire to sleep with would get a feel of my pussy with no emotions attached. I was assumed it was for the love of the money to be able to obtain drugs. Logically, that would be the only reason the thought of caressing Ocho gave me a shock of nervousness. I hadn’t had a real sexual desire since Chris. Deciding to go out on a limb, I reached my hand to his knee, and began making my way up his thigh. Obviously, him holding me hostage made me realize he wanted me. Oddly, he stopped me from going further.

  “Nah. We can’t do that right now,” he said, after placing his palm on top of mine and lightly welcoming my fingers together.

  “What do you mean? Isn’t that why I’m here?” I asked, once I realized he couldn’t notice my confused expression through the dim lighting in the room.

  “You aren’t here for that,” he replied sympathetically.

  “Uh, ok? Then why the fuck am I here?”

  “You need help right now. In the future, we can talk about fucking… since that’s what you’re obviously looking for,” he allowed a sarcastic remark to come out of his mouth.

  A man I never met in my life before was trying to act like he was Captain Save-a-Hoe. Agitated, I snatched my hand from underneath his and brought it back to my lap. Sucking my teeth, I forced my back onto the cushion before folding my arms across my chest. Still, I was horny. The cool atmosphere didn’t help a bit. With my feet planted on the floor, and my legs shoulder-length apart, the cold air tickled my clit through the hole of the boxers.

  “Fine! I’ll just play with myself then,” I pouted before unfolding my arms. I stood to my feet and allowed the boxers to fall to the floor, after I released them at the waistline.

  “Do you, baby girl,” he didn’t seem at all phased as I watched him get up from his seat and stagger toward the other end of the sectional.

  Mutually, and where we each stood, we allowed ourselves to sit back on the cushion. This time, my ass was bare. The tank-top only covered halfway down my vagina and my ass cheeks. With that said, my annoyed mood switched. He was about to watch me masturbate. I was sure he would cave in and fuck me. Most men can’t hold back from the suspense of pussy practically being thrown at them.

  A devilish grin approached my face. I allowed my right leg to fall over the armrest of the couch, while planting my left foot beside me on the middle cushion. As wide as an eagle, my spread legs allowed my pussy to wear a name tag: up for grabs. Before I touched my tender clit, I inserted my middle and index into my mouth, and gave them a good lather of saliva.

  “Uhhh,” I released a breath.

  Inching my fingers in between my pussy lips, I slid down my vestibule before inserting them both into my hole. Working my way up to become soaking wet, I teased my fingers in and out. Squishy noises came from my gushing pussy. I could almost guarantee Ocho was about to cave, but I decided to kick things up a notch.

  Taking my hands from my private area, I pushed myself up from the sectional. Standing straight up, I glanced toward Ocho. Since sleep mode activated on the flat screen, it was hard to tell if he had his eyes on me… or rather, his hands on himself. Without wishing to waste time contemplating, I turned around to face the couch. Arching my back, I rested my shoulders and the left cheek of my face onto the cushions. Underneath my body, I reached both hands to my pussy, causing my cheek to seep into the couch.

  “Oh my God!” I screamed the loudest I could while flicking my clit with one hand, and fingering myself with the other while in a doggy style position.

  With closed eyes and an opened ear, it wasn’t my imagination which heard a belt unfasten. Listening, the dangling sound of the buckle sounded. With that, I was able to confirm that he was sliding his jeans away from his waist. Instantly, my hormone level boosted.

  Ptoo! I heard him spit.

  Assuming he allowed moisture to drip to his dick from his thick lips, I increased the speed of my fingers. I was certain he was about to come my way and I desired to be at my climax. Full speed, and in and out of my pussy, I was about to cum. Bracing myself, I inched my legs further apart. It only took a few pounces from my knuckles hitting against my labia. My fingers were drenched, and my fluid ran down both of my legs. The best orgasm I wanted to have was released, before I allowed my full body onto the couch. Panting, I laid on my stomach before drifting off to sleep.

  I woke up to a bacon aroma filling the room where I passed out the night before. After batting my eyes and stretching out on the couch, I swung my legs to the floor before lifting my body. Once I wiped the sleep from the corner of my eyelids, and stretched my arms toward the ceiling, I stood to my feet.

  “Good morning,” Ocho acknowledged after I walked from the den and into the kitchen.

  “Good morning,” I replied.

  I strode to the center of the kitchen where the island was located. After pulling a stool away from ledge of the countertop, I slid my bare ass onto the off-white cushion. Sitting with my legs dangling over the edge of the stool, I placed my elbows on the stone embedded countertop. Curling my toes and getting a good hold of the base, I brought the chair closer to the island.

  Shirtless, Ocho had his back turned to me as he whisked eggs in the shiny black, non-stick skillet. At least that’s what I assumed the pan to be. Truthfully, I wasn’t paying the food too much attention. My eyes were glued to the muscle tone in his triceps and shoulders. His bulging shoulder blades would pop from his leveled back any time he made movement in his arms. A rock planted on each of his biceps as he finished stirring the eggs. It wasn’t until he turned the dial to the stove off, and turned his body around to face me, when I was able to drool over the best side to him.

  “Close your mouth,” he chuckled while shooting me a flirtatious smirk.

  I could have
been seeing imaginary things, but I swore his chest muscles frisked. Shifting his direction from me, he took a few steps to the end of the island opposite to where I sat. I kept a stare at his profile as he spooned eggs evenly between two plates. Glancing at the plates before redirecting my vision at him again, the full course breakfast was ready to be served.

  “Shut up! You weren’t talking that shit last night… scared ass,” I reminded him.

  “Your time will come,” he said in a cocky manner, as if I was the one who was missing out.

  Instead of engaging in a debate, I rolled my eyes. He picked both of the plates up before carrying them to my side of the island. First, he reached his left arm around me before letting a plate down in front of my folded arms. He placed his plate on the countertop in front of the seat next to mine, as I allowed myself to sit straight up.

  “Eat,” he instructed after he took he tore a piece of his bacon off from his pearl white teeth.

  Without replying, I shifted my direction toward my breakfast. The bacon, eggs and grits all looked delicious, but Ocho looked better. After I allowed a forkful of eggs into my mouth, I questioned whether I was attracted to his bad boy persona, or the fact he kidnapped me for my own good. Even with his sexiness, the Bayleigh in the past would have fought for her life. Once I had the last piece of bacon into my mouth, I couldn’t help but to think Ocho was the type of man I needed all along. I genuinely wished to change for him and become the woman of his dreams.

  “Must have been hungry,” Ocho chuckled after he lifted my empty plate from the countertop.

  “You’re full of giggles this morning,” I voiced before changing the subject. “What’s next anyway?”

  He lifted the lever of the faucet on the other side of the island, once he made his way back around. Facing me, I watched as he rinsed the plates and silverware off. Hesitating to answer my question, he reached below the counter to open the dishwasher. Once he was finished loading the dishes onto the racks, he shut the machine door and inched a few steps along the side of the island. He stopped when he was directly in front of me, with the island separating the two of us.