Chapter 7 #6
He halted and placed me back on my feet. I was missing slippers, my pants, and panties, but neither of us cared about those minor details.
“What’s wrong?”
“We cannot go inside. If we do, there’s a ninety-nine percent chance we’re gonna get caught. You know Mama Gray has ears like a hawk, nigga,” I reminded him.
The cabin was too damn quiet and old enough to creak. After all, it was after midnight. Any sound we made would most definitely be heard, and I couldn’t take that chance.
Oak chuckled, refusing to heed my warning before reaching between my thighs and sliding his middle finger inside me.
“I’m a grown-ass man, Lex. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”
His touch made my knees feel hollow, and I leaned into him for stability. I felt my mind fuzzing over with each stroke of his finger. “You know I do.”
“Then stop playin’ and let me give you this dick.”
I playfully rolled my eyes as I managed to ease his finger out of me. “Don’t act like you ain’t scared of your mama, nigga. Remember that time you got caught with that girl in the house after your senior prom? She about strangled you and her for fucking under her roof.”
He paused before a soft chuckle slipped past his lips. “Fuck it. You right. C’mon.”
Oak swept me off my feet and marched around the side of the cabin, his footsteps making chomping sounds against the leaves and small twigs underfoot.
“Is this better?”
I nodded. “Yeah, but we have to be quiet.”
He grinned mischievously before crashing his lips against mine. I gasped into his mouth, and he swept his tongue inside, tasting me, claiming what had always been his. There was so much longing and passion in his kiss that I felt my juices dripping down my inner thighs almost instantly.
Oak growled low in his throat as he gripped the back of my neck and pressed my back against the cabin wall.
The rough texture sent a tingling shiver down my spine as we continued to make out as if we were in the back seat of his car again on my graduation night.
My pussy throbbed in anticipation as I felt his hardness press against me.
His hand snaked up the front of my shirt, slowly grabbing my breast and cradling it in his palm.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he wasted no time lifting the fabric and sucking one of my diamond-hard nipples into his mouth.
I held the sides of his face as I watched him move from one breast to the other, making my nipples glisten under the moonlight with his saliva.
“Mmm. That feels so good.”
I licked my lips as he seductively flashed his brown orbs up at me. “I want you.”
The hard exterior dug into my back as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I heard the crunch of leaves underneath his shoes and the rustling of him slipping down his sweats to reveal the hardness I’d felt against me.
I already knew he was three-legged, but I glanced down for shits and giggles anyway.
His dick stood at attention like a guard dog, hard and ready.
Oak slid his thick, mushroom-shaped tip up and down my entrance, teasing me with vibrations of pleasure before pushing inside. I gasped. He smirked, no doubt pleased with my body’s response. I felt like Cinderella, only instead of a glass slipper, it was his dick that fit me like a glove.
A grunt slipped past his lips as he bore deeper. “Goddamn, this pussy was made for me.”
My head fell back against the cabin as my eyes opened slightly.
All I saw were the stars above us before my eyes started to roll back in my head.
He dipped his chin low and captured my left nipple in his mouth, licking lazy figure eights while he thrust deep in my guts.
Our bodies were stuck together like we’d been playing in Gorilla Glue.
“Fuck, Oak. Right there! Oh my God!” I whimpered in his ear, breathing heavily.
“God’s busy right now, Alexis. You belong to me.”
My nails sank into his rich, sweet melanin skin as my body begged for what my lips couldn’t speak.
I inhaled a stuttered breath. “I’m all y-yours,” I confessed, barely able to finish speaking before the next wave of pleasure rolled through my body. “Don’t stop, Oak. I’m—I’m so fucking close to—”
He captured my lips in a scorching kiss before I could complete my sentence. “You gon’ cum all over this dick, right? Because you deserve it. Let me hear you say it.”
“I deserve it. I fuckin’ deserve it.”
“That’s right. You deserve every fuckin’ inch.”
I secretly had a praise kink, and Oak’s baritone voice in my ear talking me through it while knocking the Mario coins out of my pussy had me running like a faucet.
He fucked me so good that for a split second, I considered getting a tattoo right over the top of my pussy that said Property of Oakland Gray.
I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, holding on for the ride as he fucked me standing up.
“Fuck, Oak, I’m c-cumming!”
“Eyes on me, Alexis,” he ordered. “I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back in yo’ head when you cream all over this dick.”
His lips found mine again, swallowing my moans with his tongue as my chest seized up. My lungs froze at capacity as my orgasm surged from the soles of my feet all the way to the hair follicles on the top of my head.
Before I had the chance to recover, Oak put me down and spun me around. He bent me over, folding my body like a fitted sheet. I placed both hands against the cabin and arched my spine so that he could reenter me from the back.
He slid back inside my warmth with ease, growling against my nape while he plunged into me. The gravelly sound made the fine hairs on my neck stand at attention.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “I wanna feel you in my guts.”
Oak grabbed a handful of my hair as if my words had struck a chord in him. He jerked my neck back so that his mouth was next to my ear. “You want me deep in this pretty fuckin’ pussy?”
“Mm-hmm. I do.”
His pace quickened, and his thrusts turned into strained jerks as he teetered on the edge of his climax.
I bit down on my bottom lip, watching him toss his head back like a wolf howling at a full moon as every muscle in his body tensed.
I bucked back against him, lost in my own need and anticipating my next release alongside him.
I moaned. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again.”
Oak grunted. “Cum all over this dick as many times as you want. It’s all yours,” he muttered, his breath warm against my ear before he flicked his tongue against it.
That shit sent me right over the edge, reaching the peak of my pleasure. I felt his hard body tense against my back as his breath hitched. Moments later, he submitted to the sensation.
“Ahh shit,” he groaned, sucking in air through his teeth as he pulled out and spilled his seed against my ass and lower back.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of loud R&B music and Liv’s horrible shower singing and realized she’d already taken advantage of the shower.
I was interrupted by the sounds of my own stomach, letting me know it was time to eat.
I yawned and, for a second, could still smell the scent of Oak on my skin from our late-night session.
“Shit. I need to hop in the shower,” I grumbled before getting up to walk down the stairs and into the kitchen sluggishly.
Luckily, Mama Gray had thrown down in the kitchen, seemingly before the sun came up, and left a note on the fridge that she and Mr. Gray had gone out for a nature walk.
There was a spread large enough to feed an army laid out on the dining room table—from pancakes and waffles to turkey bacon, smoked sausage, scrambled eggs with cheese, and grits.
I fixed myself a plate and placed it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. As I stood there counting down the seconds along with the microwave, Oak sauntered in shirtless, wearing some gray sweatpants. My gaze immediately dropped down to the visible print between his thighs.
“Damn, I didn’t hear you get up. You scared me.”
He belted out a low chuckle. “Looks like I’m two for two.”
I laughed a little on the inside while trying to discretely pull down my flannel pajama shorts.
“What you heatin’ up?” he inquired.
“Your mama’s leftovers.”
“Oh, bet. Make me a plate.”
I scoffed. “Boy, make your own plate.”
He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was around before stepping up behind me. “After the way I had you creaming all over this dick last night, you can’t make a nigga no plate?”
My chest caved in as I fought myself from pushing back against his print. Goddamn, this nigga is gonna be the fuckin’ death of me. The microwave chimed, drawing my attention back to my food, and I eagerly took out the steaming plate of breakfast essentials.
“Gimme some, Lex,” Oak begged, blocking my way to the table.
“No. Now move.”
“Say please.”
“Move before I bite yo’ ass,” I warned.
“Why you so damn mean?”
“I’m not. I’m just hungry,” I replied with a dry shrug as I moved around him.
I was headed toward the dining room table to enjoy my meal when the downstairs bathroom door swung open. Amidst the steam that tumbled out came Liv, filling the immediate area with scents of jasmine and lavender.
“Good morning, bestie.” She greeted me joyfully before turning her attention to her brother. “Morning to you too, troll.”
“See, I was planning on being nice to yo’ eggheaded ass today, but leave it to you—”
She cut him off with laughter and tossed her hands up in the air in surrender as she sailed into the kitchen. “I’m kidding!”
“Yo, get your girl, Liv. She won’t fix a nigga a plate.”
She glanced at him. “Your hands broke or something?”
He sucked his teeth. “Damn. I see why you two are friends. Y’all rude asses run on coffee and sarcasm. But we supposed to be family. We’re blood, girl.”
“Okay, okay, you’re right.” She agreed with a nod.
They both walked up to me with mischievous looks plastered across their faces, and before I knew it, they started tag-teaming me for my food as if there weren’t enough for us all.
Liv’s hands were quick, snatching my plate from the place setting and running with it while Oak held me against the chair.
I squirmed against his grasp, trying not to become too intoxicated by his familiar scent.
The scent that still marked my body. Once she’d gotten far enough away, he let me go.
I shot up from my seat only for Oak to toss me over his shoulder like a rag doll and body slam me on the couch before skating off.
“Stop playin’, y’all. We not kids no more. I will fuck you up over my food!” I snapped, climbing off the couch.
I ran after Liv first, who was crouched in a corner trying to scarf down a piece of my turkey bacon.
“Really, Liv? I thought we were girls!”
“All I wanted was a bite, I swear,” she pleaded.
Before I could reach for my plate, Oak appeared out of nowhere like fuckin’ Batman and spun me around so that his sister could escape. Instead of letting me go, he started tickling me in all the right places until I almost peed on myself from my incessant laughing.
“Please, no. Stop, pleaseeeeee,” I begged.
“It’s too late!”
He reeled me in closer, shoving me up against the counter, tickling my side with one hand while the other slipped between my thighs.
I gasped as happy tear ducts formed in the corners of my eyes, and my voice turned raspy from all the screaming.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or moan. But I knew one thing: That nigga was bold as fuck.
“Okay, Oak! You win! You fucking win! I’m sorry!” I surrendered. Because if he kept touching me like that, it was going to start a flood in my flannel shorts.
He obliged and stopped touching me. We all fell into hysterical laughter that damn near brought us to our knees.
The cabin was alive with giggles and side curling, eye-watering laughter.
We were reliving our childhood, and at that moment, anything in my life that was off or not going the way I had wanted it to didn’t matter.
I, Alexis Rosewood, was a kid again, if only for the moment.