Chapter 13
After smoothing things over with Liv, she left to go grab us all some breakfast. By the time we ate and the sun came up, I finally started to get tired.
Liv left Oak’s house, and he agreed to take me home since no furniture had been delivered to his spot yet, and I wasn’t feelin’ sharing an air mattress when I had a perfectly good bed at home.
At first, the ride was silent as if we were both shuffling through the thoughts in our heads. I kept my gaze fixated out of the window, watching the city go by. It wasn’t until he spoke up that I twisted my neck in his direction.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel relieved now that Liv knows about us.”
I nodded slowly. “Me too, kinda. I thought she was going to disown us, forreal.”
“You and me both. The look on her face was diabolical.”
A sigh of relief slipped past my lips. “As happy as I am that I didn’t end up marrying Pat, I’m still nervous about what your parents will think if we make things official too quickly. I know it’s probably a stupid thing to be worried about, but I am.”
“My parents love you, Lex, period. Ain’t nothin’ to be worried about. They want you to be happy. That’s everyone’s top priority.”
He was right. My wedding wasn't the first to be called off at the last minute, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. I just didn’t want to lose anyone’s support or have them look at me differently. But the Gray family had always been in my corner. I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.
“You’re right,” I stated as my phone began to vibrate in my lap. I flipped it over to see Pat’s mother calling. My eyes rolled skyward, and my heart stalled. “Shit,” I mumbled.
She was the last person I wanted to speak to.
He’d probably told her that I’d panicked and was the one who broke his heart and ruined everything.
I didn’t want to keep having to explain what happened between Pat and me over and over again like a broken record, especially when I knew whose side she was already on.
“Who is it?” Oak inquired, sensing my apprehension as the phone continued to vibrate.
“Pat’s mother. I assume he’s told her his own watered-down version of the story by now.”
He scoffed. “Then don’t answer. You don’t owe her shit. He ain’t your problem no more; he’s hers. She gotta deal with the fucked-up son she raised.”
Oak was right yet again, but there was still the nagging feeling of inconveniencing his family, who’d invested financially into our big day.
I wasn’t ready to hear the disappointment in her voice about our breakup or them losing money on deposits, all because her son was unable to stop passing out his dick like Halloween candy.
So, I let the phone vibrate in my lap until it stopped, then turned it off completely.
Everybody’s gotta have boundaries, right?
Even after the phone was off and the secret was out, there was still a weight on my chest that I couldn’t seem to shake.
I kept rerunning different scenarios through my head about when the right time would be to officially pop out with Oak.
I’d become so accustomed to sneaking around and hiding my feelings for him that being able to live them out loud and in real time had me shook.
The last thing I wanted to do was fall out of one relationship only to jump into another, no matter how healthy it promised to be.
He’d already proven himself to be right for me, but I wanted to make sure I was in the right place for him.
It was the least I could do for all the back and forth I’d put him through.
My lungs emptied hard and fast. “What if my heart never heals, or it takes me forever and a day to feel like I’m ready to make things official?” I blurted out as Oak tapped the brake to halt at a red light. “Would you wait for me?”
“Yes,” he verified with a confident dip of his chin.
The swiftness of his response made my lashes flutter. I didn’t know if I was more stunned or flattered. “For how long?”
“However long it takes. I promise I’ll do everything your bitch-ass ex couldn’t and more for you, Lex. You’ll never have to worry about your heart when it’s with me.”
Somehow, his words calmed my mind and steadied my galloping heart all at once. And just like that, I knew with a man like him in my corner, there was no way I’d make him wait forever for my heart.
“Okay.”
“But I still want you to choose me,” he clarified. “And not just because you feel like you’ve got an opening now that your ex is out of the picture, but because you know I’m where you wanna be.”
I nodded. “Okay,” I answered again. “I can do that.”
When we arrived at my place, I headed into the bathroom to take a shower while Oak posted up in my living room. Twenty minutes later, I came out wrapped in a towel with a few droplets of water still sliding down the back of my shoulder.
“What are you watching?” I quizzed, joining him on the couch.
His eyes darted from the TV over to me as a lopsided smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “You know better than to come around me smellin’ all good, woman. Make a nigga fuck around and fuck you all around this apartment.”
The way he said it so casually made my breath hitch.
“Is that a threat or a promise? Because either way, I’m down,” I replied.
Next thing I knew, his hand was between my damp thighs, circling my clit like a tornado.
One finger slipped in, a moan slipped out, and that was all she wrote.
I grabbed his tatted wrist, holding it in place as he finger fucked me to oblivion, successfully starting up my engine.
Oak kissed me slowly while gently strumming his thumb up and down my clit.
He knew exactly what to do and how to do it. No direction necessary.
I panted, breathing heavy as my body twitched with delight. “Mmm, shit.”
I’d never been happier to be in my own apartment, where I could scream his name as loudly as I wanted without the fear of being caught. The only people who could complain would be my neighbors, and I didn’t give one fuck about them.
I moaned as his finger pressed against my G-spot. “Oooh, right there. That’s my spot.”
“Ask for permission before you cum all over my fingers.”
I flashed him a seductive look. “Can I cum all over you?”
“Let it out, baby.”
Upon hearing his words, my body shook like a personal vibrator.
He slowly removed his hand from underneath my towel and inspected it. “Mmm. Look how wet you are. Now come ride my beard.”
Oak slid down the couch a bit and allowed me to straddle his face.
Upon contact, I tossed my head back, lifting my chin toward the ceiling as he slurped and kissed my pussy.
Hearing his sultry moans against my flesh as he licked my pussy like a stamp was enough to drive me over the edge, but I was determined to hold on for the ride a little longer.
I slid it up and down his face like a Slip ‘N Slide. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
“Mmm,” he groaned, hungry for more. “Don’t stop.”
A rhythm of gasping and moaning flowed from my lips. “Shit, I’m close.”
“I won’t stop ’til you cum,” he promised.
I palmed the top of his head while pinching my nipples and bucking harder.
Oak suckled the top of my clit before flattening his tongue against it and lapping in slow circles.
I shuddered. “Fuckkkkkkkk, it’s gonna drip all over your fuckin’ lips.”
My legs opened and closed like automatic doors as I bucked against his beard. I was almost overwhelmed by so much pleasure. I gripped his skull as I wound my hips in a figure eight motion, feeling my climax closing in.
Just before the levee broke and I flooded his face, Oak flipped me onto my back so that I was parallel with the couch. His lips selfishly left my pussy to kiss the birthmark on my inner thigh.
“Your body is so fuckin’ beautiful. I could kiss you everywhere,” he proclaimed while peppering a trail of kisses from my sensitive inner thighs back to my sweet spot.
Oak buried his tongue inside me while pinching the top of my pussy lips together as he slurped.
“Ooh, yes.”
I seductively bit my finger as I looked down at him and squeezed my nipples as I moaned.
He made out with my clit, slurping on my pussy like an Icee from the 7-Eleven. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
Oak flashed his brown orbs up at me. The look in his eyes as he suckled on my clit was like he needed me to cum—like he was willing me to do it.
My back arched off the couch as I palmed the top of his coils, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
My body shook with force as Oak finger fucked and licked my clit at the same rapid pace.
“Shiiiiiiiittttttt,” I squealed, pussy wetter than a waterfall.
I’d never cum so hard in my life, but then again, Oak always managed to outdo himself.
“Fucking taste it. I want you to fucking taste it,” he commanded before grabbing my face and slipping his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues swirled as he locked one of my hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger. He pinched it just enough to make me squirm.
I moaned. “Mmm.”
“You’re mine now.”
He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tatted chest. Then off went his pants and boxer briefs. With one hand, he pulled me onto his lap. I sucked in air through my teeth as I eased on top of him, feeling him spread me wide.
“Mmm, shit.”
I planted my hands on his firm chest as I popped my ass in and out, bouncing against him.
Oak smacked my ass with the tips of his fingers.
It stung a little bit, but I didn’t mind.
It only made me bounce and buck against him harder like a raging bull.
Soon enough, the apartment was filled with the sounds of my moans and the smacking of my ass against his bare, chocolate thighs.
He bit down on his bottom lip, seemingly mesmerized by my breasts bouncing in his face as I rode him. His hand slipped up to my throat, forcing me to look him in his eyes as I rolled my hips.
“Mmm, fuck. That’s it. Ride that shit like you own it.”
Oak held me under my breasts, sliding me up and down his pole as if I worked at a fire station. After a few more strokes, he pulled me closer and took control, thrusting upward into me while massaging my ass and fingering my asshole.
“Oooh shit,” I hissed, gripping the back of the couch.
My chin tilted toward the ceiling once more as I purred. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” I screamed.
As soon as I did, I eased off him and dropped between his thighs to lick my juices off the tip of his dick and then suck him until my jaws locked up. Oak forcefully palmed the back of my head while holding the base of his dick and pushing himself deeper down my throat, cutting off my air supply.
“Shit, I fuckin’ love you,” he groaned.
I gurgled as I sucked the tip of his dick while twisting my wrist around the veiny shaft.
I flattened my tongue and outstretched it as far as it could go, tapping the head of his dick against it while jerking him off with both hands.
I enjoyed watching the pleasure across his face as his dark chocolate body tensed, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to feel him inside me again.
Oak slowly slipped his dick from my grasp as if he could read my thoughts. He pulled me to a standing position before bending me over the couch and fucking me from behind.
He hooked his hand around my throat, and I arched my back, stabilizing myself as I took every inch he had to offer. He gripped a ponytail full of my hair and locked his hand around my waist, drilling into me as I moaned his name like a broken record.
I looked back at him with my mouth gaping open. The look on his face told me he was nearing his peak. I dug my nails into his forearm, signaling him to look at me.
He groaned. “Shit, I’m about to nut.”
Before he could pull out, I moaned. “Paint my fuckin’ walls, baby. You’re home now.”