16. Blair
Blair
Recommendation: Listen to ‘lose control’ by Silk
“I’m… I’m so fucking sorry… I’m sorry,” Quasim rocked in his sleep, his arms behind his head, as tears fell down his face.
He was asleep, but he had been jumping in his sleep since the moment he finally settled into the bed. I noticed that was something he did in Monaco when I was asleep on him. Each time he jumped; I held him tighter.
“What…what did he do to you?” He mumbled with such passion, pain, and hurt in his voice as his face flinched, but his arms remained behind his head.
Tears fell down the sides of his face as he trembled, shaking and flinching all at the same time. “Simmy,” I choked out, with my own tears coming down my eyes.
Quasim was always so strong, stoic, nothing rattled him. Seeing him like this broke my heart, because it had shown me how much pain this man had been in, and he had been in that pain alone. He carried his trauma and pain on his back, never allowing anyone inside.
Not even his own brother.
I crawled across the bed, and carefully put my body on top of his, the weight of my body on his caused his eyes to pop open.
He stared at me like he was registering that we were in Bali, and we were sharing a room together, and that I was his Anjo . I could see it all come back to him as he removed his hands from behind his head and wrapped them around me. With how tight he held me, I felt like I was melting into his arms, we were becoming one.
I held him so tight as I kissed his jaw and stared up into his eyes. “I’m here, Simmy.” I whispered to him as he continued to hold me tight.
“For how long,” his voice was low, and I could hear the fear in his voice. “Bad shit happens to me, Anjo… people live to take the people I love away from me, and I can’t handle losing you… losing another person I love.”
My head snapped up when he said that four letter word; I had been longing to hear him say it. I stared him in the eyes. “You love me, Simmy?”
“I love you so much that shit hurts at times… I love you enough to stay away because I know Tookie won’t hesitate to get at you to spite me. I took that man’s family away piece by piece.”
He wasn’t wrong about Tyshawn, and him wanting revenge for Quasim killing his grandfather, and then Rich. Knowing that I was connected to Quasim would only fuel the rage he had for him.
I held his face and kissed his lips. “You wouldn’t let that happen. He tried once, and you came for me, Quasim… why are you having such a hard time trusting yourself with me?”
“Cause I know the minute that I do, there’s no coming back. You don’t know what you want, Anjo. One minute you want me, then the next you telling me that you and Ray is getting serious… You can say you love me and not want this, Anjo.”
“I know what I want, Quasim.”
“You don’t know the other side of me, you fell in love with this Sim… on vacation and being around you. There’s a whole other side of me that not many know about. As much as the shit pisses me off, Ray the better choice for you.”
I laughed as I swiped away my tears. “His name is Zay.”
The infamous eyebrow raised. “You correcting that nigga’s name while laying on top of me, my love… that’s not what you just did, right?”
I giggled and bit down on his lip, while staring him in the eyes. “Who, what’s his face?” I pretended like I couldn’t remember Zay’s name.
“Yeah, ight.”
I leaned up, straddling him while staring down in his eyes. “I want everything that comes with you, Quasim Inferno. I’m not stupid, and I know that you have done things, but that doesn’t take away from the man that you are. You are a good man, and that is the reason I fell in love with you. Baby, you are someone who would share your food with me because you knew I couldn’t finish my own. How many times have you texted and asked me about chemo, even coming to one to sit with me. Simmy, you beat up my landlord and bought me a building because I complained about having to find a new studio space.”
“Anjo,” he started to speak, and I held my hand up as I stared down into his eyes. Watching how he took me in, and seeing the love come through in his eyes.
Finally allowing himself to show me that he felt the same exact way that I felt about him. “I don’t care about the other side. All I know is that nobody can come tell me nothing about you. I want to walk through the fire with you if that’s what it takes, because like I deserve to be loved correctly, you deserve the same. Baby, you’ve gone so long without being loved that your first reaction is to reject it… reject me.”
His hands found their way to my hips as he held me. “Walk through the fire, huh?”
“Cause even knowing that there’s a chance I could get burned, I know that you would never allow that to happen to me, Simmy. You would protect me with your life, and I would do the same.”
He held my hips with one hand while reaching up and grabbing my neck with the other. Always gentle, he stared into my eyes as his hands wrapped around my neck, and I could feel his member rising.
His hands moved from my neck to both being around my waist, as he pulled me down towards him and shoved his tongue down my throat, squeezing and slapping my ass at the same. It felt like I was sitting on a rising mountain, and my pussy was wet for him.
I wanted him…
Needed him…
As his tongue pushed deeper into my mouth, he flipped me over onto my back and he was now over me. Like how he was in my apartment, but the look in his eyes was different this time as he pulled his lips away from mine and stared down into my eyes.
He kissed me roughly on the lips, then pulled back and looked at me again. The kiss wasn’t just a kiss to Simmy, it was his claim on me.
Like an alpha marking his mate, that was exactly what he was doing. His hand slid down the side of my thigh, and he felt for my panties, snatching them off me with just one pull. I gasped, feeling like my body was on fire.
The heat from our bodies was creating the perfect temperature for a fire. My back arched as he pulled my nightgown over my head, exposing my naked body – again.
This time felt different from the first time I was naked in front of him. As I leaned up onto my elbows, staring at the man before me, I was in awe. The sun was coming up over the water, creating the perfect image for me to take a mental snapshot for the memory bank. He looked like a God kneeling before me.
He was a God.
An Inferno God.
My hands touched his body, rubbing his rock-hard abs and chest while he stared down at me with that look. His eyes stared back at me, then lowered down to his briefs with that brash grin on his face. I took my hands and ran them around the elastic of the waistband, and pulled at them, releasing his dick.
God, it was so beautiful.
The thick vein just sat there, knowing it added to the beauty of this man’s tool. With a slight curve to it, and precum dripping from the tip, my mouth was watering. I wanted to taste him and moved to do that, when he grabbed my wrist with one hand, pinning both my arms above my head while his dick was still hanging out his briefs.
“You don’t run shit in here, my love… I said you could touch this?”
I whined while trying to kiss his lips and he pulled back away from me with this cocky ass smirk on his face. “Please put it in, Simmy… please,” I begged him.
I wanted to feel him inside me so bad that I would give my side tooth for it. He leaned over me, kissing on my neck as his dick played with my opening. He didn’t push it in; he continued to tease me, causing me to lose my mind.
It had been so long since I’ve had sex that the feeling alone was about to make me cum – hard. His moist lips sucked on my neck, marking his territory.
From my neck to my chest, he continued to leave marks all over me. When he was satisfied with branding me, he sucked on my nipples, as he caressed the side of my neck. My back was nearly in the air with how much I was feeling at the same time. He leaned up, kissing me on the neck once more before he flipped me on my stomach, and I felt his dick against my ass while he was in my ear.
He kissed it softly. “You like making me jealous, hmm?”
“Sim…Pl…” I was begging, and he was doing everything but putting his big dick inside of me. I wanted him to make me crawl these damn walls while I screamed.
“Answer me, Anjo… you like pissing me off.” He delivered a slap to my ass, and I squealed, leaking drop by drop because it felt so good.
His big hand cupped my ass cheek before he moved it and came down with another slap. “I’m sorry, Simm?—”
“King,” He corrected me.
“Bab… baby,” I moaned out because he slipped his hands around me and inside of my pussy, pinching my pearl, then slapped my ass with the other hand.
“The fuck I said, Anjo?”
“King…”
He cupped my pussy in his big hand, and then bit down on my neck. “That nigga been inside you, my love?”
“No… no.”
“You lying to me?” He asked, removing his hand from inside me and flipped me on my back, staring into my eyes. “Don’t fucking lie to me, baby.” He said through gritted teeth, using his dick to slide up and down my second set of lips.
Up…
Down…
Up…
Down…
I was so wet that I’m sure the sheets were soaked underneath me. Quasim stared down at me with this look on his face as he tapped his dick onto my pussy, causing me to scoot back some. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me right toward him and put the tip in while I rubbed my pussy on it, trying to suck him into me.
I was so wet that I was sure I could slip right out this bed on my own juices. “I would never lie to you, baby.”
He looked down at me like he was debating my statement, as if he knew something that I didn’t know. I watched the precum on the tip of his dick disappear when he played with my opening with his dick, and I lost my mind.
“Can’t give you this until you tell me the truth, my love.” He held his dick in his hand and slapped it down on my pussy while rubbing the tip in me, and my legs started to shake.
“Wha…what do you wanna know, Quasim… please, Goddddddd!” I screamed out the more pressure he applied to my opening without pushing himself all the way inside of me.
He covered my mouth with his while he played with my pussy. “Cum for me, love… do it right now.”
On his demand, everything flooded out of me so hard that I was nearly heaving, and my body was on fire. Every touch was so sensitive, and when I felt him pat my pussy, he might as well have punched me, because the small gesture felt so damn grand.
I stared up into his eyes, completely spent while he kissed my lips, before pulling me back on top of him. He pulled the blankets over our naked bodies and wrapped his arms around me. How a man could make me feel so weak without giving me dick was beyond me.
He worked every part of me without pushing his dick inside of me.
His lips rested on my forehead as he gave me soft kisses while I clung onto him because I never wanted to let him go.
“I love you, Simmy.”
“I love you more, Anjo.” He squeezed me, as I kissed his chest.
My head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. There wasn’t a song, album, or show tune that could compare to the feeling I felt listening to the sound of this man’s heart beating inside his chest. The sun was coming up piece by piece, its orange hues mixed with hints of peach, giving us the perfect view of the beauty we had missed last night.