His hand trailed lower, moving to her entrance. Easing his finger inside, he massaged her just there, making sure she was ready. She was more than ready. Her moans had turned to plaintive whimpers as she moved against him. Positioning himself, he took her lips again and thrust deep. He kissed her through her cry. Then pulled back to look at her.
“It’s done.” He didn’t move, giving her time. He kissed her again, hard, because she wasn’t the only one made to suffer. He could hardly see straight against the stranglehold she had on his dick. His toes curled. Her pussy felt so good. She was lush, wet, and tight. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling she evoked in him and he couldn’t move for risk of hurting her more, and this was not something he’d prepared for and for that he would have his retribution. Reaching down, he gently pinched and massaged her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Capturing her by the nape of her neck, he relentlessly plundered her mouth, not moving but flexing his dick inside her until she came again. His eyes slit with pride when Flower ripped her mouth from his, gasping and crying out. He felt her pussy flood with essence as she worked herself against him. That was all he needed.
Withdrawing, he locked his gaze with hers; he missing nothing—not the way her nostrils flared open as she exhaled, not the delectable biting of her lip as he pressed back deep inside, giving her no quarter. He began fucking her in earnest. He was relentless. She was tight, so tight, but she took all of him, welcomed him home every time he fucked her into the bed. She spread wider for him beautifully. He wanted to praise her, but the ability to speak had been stripped from him.
Lifting her leg, he brought it over his arm. “Akchiro!” He knew he’d hit her spot then. Using his other hand, he pressed low on her pelvis and began to thrust, concentrating on the area he knew would make her come. Over and over again, he hit that spot— hard, soft, shallow, deep until her center spasmed, gripping him desperately, trying to milk him, but he gritted his teeth, lowered his mouth to hers and lost himself in a soul-shattering kiss.
He held her as the aftershocks made her tremble. Minutes ticked by, and she almost broke him. His dick throbbed. Then like a perfect gift, she lifted her legs around him, touching his face. Yes, he’d found his home. She arched against him, kissing him. His heart kicked. He pulled back, watching her as she watched him as he began to move against her again. Wetness surrounded him. She was still so tight. His back bowed as he thrust, and this time she fucked him back, meeting his every thrust with one of her own. He cried out when her legs fell away and she planted her feet in the mattress and gave as good as she got. Their bodies pounded together as they gave and took.
He pounded her pussy, and she met his every thrust. He licked his thumb and rubbed her clit. She clenched him tight as she began to come. He roared as his come shot from him in hot jets, and he pumped into her over and over again. “Fuck…” His head dropped onto her shoulder, and he continued to fuck her relentlessly through their mutual release.
He never thought he would ever pass out from a fucking. This was as close as he’d ever come. He was actually light-headed. Once he caught his breath and careful not to be too hasty, he eased out of her, moving her to his side.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled the covers around them noticing goose bumps on her arms. He pressed a kiss on the crown of her head. His heart skipped when she smiled up at him. He was not a man for useless words, but he she made him want to be that man. Instead, he pulled her close.
“Rest.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “Nope.”
He pulled back and looked at her, seeing mischief spark in her eyes. “Why?”
“Because I have to go the restroom.” With that, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He chuckled, watching her go.
She couldn’t believe she had done it. She’s actually got her V-card punched and by Akchiro Takeda no less! And it had been so good. He was everything she could have hoped for her first time—gentle when he needed to be and hard where she needed him to be. He’d been so patient and attentive. Hell, he’d started over when he realized she was a virgin. That could have gone off the rails quick; she cringed. He said not to keep the things from him. There’d be no telling how upset he’d be if he found out what else she’d kept from him. Her tummy flip-flopped with dread. She did not want that confrontation, and definitely not tonight. Tonight had been beautiful. Epic. She was not going to mess it up.
She knew she wouldn’t look different no matter what the old ladies back home said, even as she checked herself out in the mirror. Pupils blown wide and a purpling mark on her neck. She rubbed it. Okay, she’d get him back for that one. Her breasts stood high and full, the peaks still hard from the attention Akchiro had lavished upon them. Her body felt like she’d been working out or had run a mile. Her legs were wobbly. She ached, but nothing painful. She felt good. Invigorated.
She was also a mess from the waist down. She needed a shower. She quickly plaited her hair into two ponytails and started the shower. She stepped under the hot spray, washed her face, then got her pouf and lathered herself.
“Oops!” She was caught from behind.
“What are you doing?” The grumbly voice tickled her ear, and she giggled. He plucked the pouf out of her hand, started to massage the lather all over her skin. He turned her around and knelt, lifting her feet to wash them. He stayed there, kneeling before her and she went to cover herself, realizing he was eye level to her vagina. He pushed her hands away.
“I told you what would happen if you tried to hide from me. I took you hard and your sweet little pussy is sore, but don’t test me, Flower. I may still spank your ass.” He swept the sponge up her legs and down again, careful with her sensitive areas. He reached up, grabbing the body wash, and squeezed a quarter-sized amount in his hand and smoothed it between her legs with clever, nimble fingers. He did not stop there but continued until every part of her was touched by his hands. She should have been embarrassed, but she was too aroused by his touch to be anything other than desperate for more. He stood, his erection jutting out from his body, and reached to detach the spray.
“Uh-uh,” she said, taking the pouf from him, and began washing his body. She played closed attention to every hard ridge of his torso. She went down to her hunches to wash his legs, slowly making her way back up to his phallus. She dropped the pouf and took him in hand, using the lather to stroke him up and down and swirling her finger around the head of his dick over and over again.
“See? Aren’t you happy I pay such close attention to detail?”
“Minx.”
Her eyes popped up. He actually chuckled. Damn, she must have really made him happy to elicit such a response. Her mouth kicked up wickedly, and she kissed him before he could decide that he’d relaxed his control too much. That kiss turned hot and heavy before she had a chance to catch her breath. Their tongues danced, mimicking the act of lovemaking with thrusts and pulls. She made him take her then sucked him in return. He walked her under the shower while still kissing her and rinsed them both clean. She caressed his chest and pinched his nipples. Then eased the ache away with her tongue.
“I didn’t get to taste you like I wanted to earlier.” She dropped down before he could utter a word and took him in her mouth. OMFG! she thought, he tastes sooooo good. What a difference good dick could make. She wanted to devour him. His scent was clean and fresh as always, but in the shower it added an extra layer of inhibition to her actions. She downed his dick in several huge sweeps, wanting to take him as far as she could down her throat, and he was game. He angled himself so he could cup the crown of her head and fucked her mouth, pistoning inside like he was trying to find his home. She took his sac in between her fingers and rolled, grazing the underside lightly with her nails.
“Flower, you suck my dick so good,” he groaned, pumping into her mouth. She tasted the first drop of his come and took him deep when he would have withdrawn. He gripped her head harder and fucked her mouth hard as he came, spilling rope after rope of h
is essence into her mouth. Akchiro withdrew and fell back against the marble wall. He leaned his head back, taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. Flower watched him as she rose to her feet. Leaning against his body, she kissed his chest and his neck. He gripped her by the nape, capturing her lips. Pulling away, he looked down at her for a long moment then kissed her again.
He turned her so that she faced the wall. He pulled her ponytails into one hand, kissing along the side of her face then trailing downward. Flower’s head fell back on a sigh as he kissed and licked down her back. She looked back at him as he grabbed her bottom, massaging and lifting her cheeks up. “Give me your pussy,” he ordered, biting one cheek then the other. Flower began to turn, but he chuckled and pressed her lower back, bending her forward.
When his tongue touched her pussy from behind, it felt like sheer wickedness. His head pressed against her ass as he licked her slit then her clit, delving and returning before spearing his tongue inside. He plunged his tongue inside her core over and over again. She couldn’t help herself as she worked against his tongue. She felt his hand run along the crease of her bottom then dip inside. Her moan was guttural when he began to caress her rosette. He captured her clit and pressed against it at the same time and she couldn’t help but scream his name as she came apart all over his mouth.
Akchiro stood in one full motion and placed his hands on her hips then slid deep into her pussy. Slowly he pressed inside, holding Flower, which she was grateful because her legs her like Jell-O.
“Is that good?”
“Hm, yes…” she moaned. She pressed her hands on either side of her face against the cool marble. The contrast between the heat of his body and the coolness created its own sensory experience. He felt so good hitting her spot. His dick was relentless. How could someone be so gentle and aggressive all at once? He gave her no quarter. She went up on her toes.
“That’s it. Show me how you want me to fuck you,” he groaned, pistoning inside her. She met his every thrust. She felt so full with him inside of her, and as he withdrew, there was a delicious burn that made her gasp. Then he slammed home harder and harder each time. Just fucking her raw. She couldn’t take it. She cried out. Then she felt his finger on her clit, and she thought her heart was going to explode as incandescent pleasure consumed her. Akchiro followed her over the edge when soon after her vagina contracted, his come shot deep inside her.
Dazed and with her breath sawing in and out, she paid little attention as he rinsed her clean and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. After a quick drying off and him squeezing the excess water from her braids, he put her in the bed before disappearing back into the bathroom.
When he returned, he pulled her back in his arms and kissed her on her forehead. She barely registered any of that, shivering a little before more warmth covered her and she drifted off to bliss.
Chapter 12
“What is this event? A fundraiser or business?” Flower smiled over at Akchiro, whose eyes twinkled with mischief. He stood apart from her, no part of them touching in the elevator, yet just as tall and handsome as always with his hair pulled back severely into a samurai knot.
“It’s always business.”
She chuckled softly in response. She adored when he was relaxed, and he seemed more and more so lately. Thinking back on where they’d started a little over six months ago and how intense and frankly uptight he’d been, she knew it wouldn’t be too arrogant of her to think that the change was because of her. She didn’t allow herself to gloat. He still had his moments.
“It’s technically a fundraiser. There will be many Westerners here who we are trying to cultivate into helping promote our initiatives to bring tech to kids in underserved communities.”
Flower nodded, proud of him, having learned of his and his brothers’ philanthropy during the time they’d spent together. They did so much to bring knowledge to kids and felt that it was the only way true equality would happen. Their tech was innovative, and they strived to make it accessible. When that was not achievable through their price model, they enlisted the considerable power of Takeda Industries to draw celebrities and influencers to aid in the enterprise.
The elevator’s doors swooshed open, and he lifted his arm for her to precede him. Stepping out into the huge ballroom, Flower’s eyes widened at just how huge the number of people and Westerners had come to this event. She turned to look at Akchiro with narrowed eyes. He had not told her the event would be like an award ceremony akin to the ones on TV.
Her tummy sank. Dread creeped in. There was bound to be someone here who knew her as the sister of FADE and Ghadi. She could kick herself. She’d had months to tell him the truth of who she was but hadn’t. There was no excuse, only her cowardice. She’d wanted the fairy tale to last a little longer, so she kept putting it off until it was too late. Now the time they had left was less than the time they’d spent, so what would be the point… She had to get back to her life and her work. He had not spoken of anything more permanent, so why ruin it? Though the very thought of leaving him left her with an ache deep in her heart.
Taking a deep breath, she gave herself a mental shake. Akchiro stood with his eyebrow quirked, daring her to admonish him. She wouldn’t, of course, because he didn’t do public spectacles. People would probably not even know they were together once they began to mingle, she reassured herself. She talked and chatted up people, and he often hung back silent unless he spoke with someone, and they would never be so gauche as to inquire about his date. So, maybe the cultural difference would work to her advantage on this particular night. Fingers crossed.
The room was a crush of people. Celebrities, sports figures, royals all mingled, talking either in hushed tones or too loud. Flower glanced at Akchiro. He seemed untouched by it all. He left the social games to his brothers. He was the head of the family, overseeing everything—too lofty to be touched by the minutia. Flower smirked, thinking how shocked people would be to see him as she did when they were alone. Probably keel over from the shock. No one got to see that side but her. Her heart swelled knowing that she knew him in ways others did not, that he allowed her that closeness.
A waiter approached offering a variety of drinks, which she bypassed. Her stomach was iffy earlier. She hadn’t wanted to let Akchiro down by cancelling, but now it was downright queasy. A headache threatened. The anxiety of someone noticing her smashing in like boulders falling in an earthquake.
“Hiyo.”
She turned to see an older couple approach Akchiro, and he bowed deeply, denoting respect and importance of their position. The couple keenly focused on him, though it was obvious they were together, which keyed her in that they were traditionalist and would not be interested in meeting his date or his girlfriend. Wives were the only people who were acknowledged by people like them. Inspiration struck as Flower eased back into the crowd and made a beeline to the restroom. She would circumnavigate the room as FADE’s publicist had once instructed her, when you just wanted to make an appearance then leave an event. Then she would leave, text Akchiro that she didn’t feel well, and have the car sent back for him. He’d be upset and maybe worried for her, but she didn’t want to risk being called out in front of him.
Still pleased with herself as she completed her ablutions, Flower set out to put her plan into action. She went in the opposite direction that she’d been in with Akchiro. When she saw Riyu and Takashi, she bowed her head in acknowledgement to them but kept it moving. She had not had any interaction with them since the night of the club. She knew that if Akchiro was serious— not that that was something she was sure she even wanted—he would’ve brought her around his family, his brothers at least. She knew they were very close. They knew about her, but for all she knew, he’d just said he was spending time with her occasionally, not every moment of his life when he was not at work, which was the actuality. She wouldn’t dare allow herself the anger because no matter his actions, he’d been upfront with her. They were together as long as she rema
ined in Japan, they were exclusive, and that was it. He’d never promised her forever, and she hadn’t even given him the one thing he’s asked for—truth. She couldn’t have messed this up more if she tried. Their relationship was a ticking time bomb. Now, she would have to tell him when she returned home, not that it would matter. She rolled her eyes at herself and stepped out onto the balcony in to fresh warm air.
“I’ll be damned! Flower Carrington, what the hell are you doing in Japan, girl?”
OMFG!!!! was all that was going through her mind at the moment like gunshots heard on a back track of a trap song… Marchellis Taylor, NBA Champion forward and one of FADE’s best friends, was standing right smack in the middle of a group of people calling her by her real name at her boyfriend’s party. Jesus be an invisibility cloak! Closing her eyes briefly, she looked him dead in the eyes and gave a little shake of her head. He got it. He was famous for goodness’ sake. He knew firsthand what fame cost.
A sheepish smile etched across his gorgeous face as he disengaged his six-foot-five frame from the throng of people and walked over to her. Taking her hand, he led her over to a little semi-secluded spot. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he said, all his Alabama coming through as thirty-two teeth gleamed at her, even the one capped in crushed diamonds to cover a chip earned when he helped his university win the national championship.
“It’s alright, handsome.” It wasn’t a lie, he was fine as hell. Dimples popped as he grinned at the obvious.
“Okay, what gives?” He looked around with tone lowered in case any Nosey Nellies were about.
“I’m taking a sabbatical…”
“Sabbatical, huh?” Which earned him a swat and his hand grabbed and kissed her knuckles.
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