Chapter 3 #2
“Uhhh.” I exhaled, releasing the air from my lungs to make room for the fullness of him.
Ian lifted his head, dropping his forehead against mine. He locked his elbows behind my knees, spreading me more for him. Leaning forward, he slid his hands up my back until his fingers clamped down on my shoulders.
“Hmm, yes.” I shuddered once he was fully seated.
I was so full I felt like I would explode with pleasure.
Patiently, he rocked into me, carving out space for his tool before easing back.
I gasped when his strokes intensified, holding that breath briefly as he stroked me long and unhurriedly.
My mouth fell open as my offering coated him, broadcasting my appreciation by sounding off in the quiet room.
“Listen to you.” Ian hummed into my ear.
“Mmm. You feel so good,” I declared, closing my eyes to bask in the glorious pressure building at my middle.
Throwing my arms around him, I held on as if he might fly away if I let go.
I never wanted to let go. What was I saying?
His dick was making me delirious, delusional.
It didn’t matter what the adjective for it was; I wanted this moment to last for as long as it could.
He pushed up on his hands, keeping them locked behind my knees as he changed the intensity of his thrust, snapping his hips against my ass with a whap.
“Fuck!” He grunted, eyebrows collapsing as he filled me over and over.
“Yesssss,” I hissed, right before he slammed his lips into mine. His locs fell into my face, tickling my senses and heightening my awareness of him. He was everywhere, yet I still couldn’t get enough.
“Fuu—” Ian groaned after he pulled out of our kiss, snatching out of me in the process. My pussy clenched, immediately missing him.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, reaching for him.
Ian swatted my hand down before it landed on his dick. “I got this. Get on your knees, Choc.”
I rolled over onto my knees with Ian’s help. Once I was in position, he pushed my chest down to the bed where I rested my cheek. He lowered himself behind me, slapping me on my ass just as his warm mouth covered the gaping hole he’d left vacant.
Quickly, his tongue circled my clit. Reaching back, I gently gripped his hair as I pushed back against the swipes of his wet tongue.
It felt so good, I had to let go. One of my hands shot forward, looking for something to hold onto, anything.
I needed to brace myself. I felt like I was about to catch on fire.
The burning sensation covering my body was building fast.
“Oh my God!” I screamed as he gently sucked my aching bud between his soft lips.
Clawing at the sheets like a mad woman, I snatched them right off the bed. There was no use in trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. All I could do was take it. Ian’s arms were locked around the front of my thighs, holding me in place.
My eyes slammed shut as he made circle after circle.
My legs quaked with each shockwave he delivered.
I knew this was my undoing. There was no coming back from this.
Just to seal the deal, Ian stuffed two fingers into my sloppy wet tunnel, finishing me off.
In and out his fingers worked before he abruptly snatched them out and buried himself back into me with no preamble.
This time, there was no gentle handling as he sank to my depths, pounding into me over and over.
With nothing to hold onto, all I could do was take it.
Whap.
Whap.
Whap.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he deepened his strokes. I braced myself as he fucked me harder. The sound of my wetness sloshed as we made a complete mess.
“Oh my God!” I shouted as darkness and light consumed me all at once.
“Don’t call another nigga while I’m fucking you, Choc! You know my name, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I hissed.
Whap.
Whap.
My legs trembled as my orgasm coated his dick and rushed down the back of my thighs like a flood.
Relentlessly, Ian kept fucking me as I came unraveled, trembling like a leaf.
I collapsed onto my stomach, and he chased me down, still digging into me as I lay flat on the bed.
His lips were on my ear by the time I got comfortable.
“Now that I got your attention, I don’t make fucking suggestions, Choc. Next time your man tells you to call him, that’s what he expects. Don’t have me out here worrying about you, Jrue. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered in a voice I didn’t recognize as our bodies collided again and again.
Ribbons of warmth wrapped around me before a powerful wave washed me over. My body jerked gently as Ian tightened his arms around me. He sighed, humming into the crook of my neck as he released seconds behind me. His satisfaction almost made me lose it again.
We lay there for a while, reveling in the moment as Ian sprinkled kisses on my shoulders and back.
He guided me onto my side and held me against him in the spooning position.
I was so tired that I wasn’t sure if I could move.
He must have been spent, too, because he didn’t even bother to pull out.
After a few minutes, I pulled away, but he held on.
“Chill,” he instructed quietly.
“Let me get up.”
“Lay with me for a minute. We’ll get cleaned up together. I’m just not ready to let go yet, OK.”
“OK.”
“Good morning, Choc.”
My eyes fluttered open at the realization that it was morning, and this man was still in my house. I needed to get him out of here before one of my nosy ass neighbors noticed him or, even worse, one of my brothers showed up.
“Good morning. What time is it?” I asked, rolling over and stretching my limbs.
“It’s breakfast time, sweetheart.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m making breakfast.” I groaned. This was not that kind of party. It was time for him to go.
“I already took the liberty,” he revealed.
“Of what?” I asked, finally sitting up to give him my full attention. Excuse me for being exhausted.
“Making breakfast. I figured you would need fuel this morning.”
My jaw went slack when I turned to face him and noticed the plate of sausage, eggs, and a huge cinnamon roll. I had been meaning to make those for days. Jeremiah loved them. It took a second for me to find my words.
“Wow, thank you. I wasn’t expecting anything.” I accepted the plate, placing it in my lap before looking back at him.
“I didn’t want to leave without making sure you were good.”
“Well, thank you.”
He grabbed my chin and pecked my lips before backing up out of bed. “I gotta go, but call me, Choc. Don’t make me have to find you again.”
“You didn’t find me the first time.”
“I discovered you the first time. The second time, I had to find your ass. Let’s not have a third.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. Part of me wanted to know what would happen if I didn’t. That last lesson was one to remember.
I kept my eyes on Ian until he closed the door behind him, then dug into the fluffy eggs.
They were pretty good. Besides, I was starving after hardly eating anything yesterday.
Jrake was so annoying about his party and last-minute changes that I was running around like a nut case up until an hour before the party.
Ian was a godsend for giving me a huge dose of vitamin D and then serving me breakfast in bed. I finished eating, then got out of bed to see what kind of mess he had made in my kitchen. I couldn’t stand a big mess. I needed things to be where they belonged. Order made things run smoothly.
After picking up the plate from my nightstand, I walked over and grabbed the robe from my chair and threw it on. Before I made it to my bedroom door, it swung open. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when Jeremiah appeared wide-eyed at my door. Shit.
“Sis, what the hell?” he quizzed.
When did he get home? The last thing I wanted was my baby brother judging me for having a one-night stand. I needed him to respect me.
“Jeremiah, listen. It’s not that serious.”
“It’s not that serious? Supreme just made me breakfast, Jrue.”
“He’s just a . . . who?”
“ Supreme , Jrue! How the hell do you know Supreme with your square ass? I gotta call Man,” he said, spinning on his heels and dashing out of my room.
“Who?” I asked again, scurrying behind him, demanding an explanation.