Chapter 27 #3
I let out a noise that was part gasp and part moan as the thin strings of material briefly bit into my skin before ripping easily.
My knees were weak.
Angling me against the wall for leverage, he let his fingers make direct contact with me for the first time.
“Lamar,” I moaned loudly.
He moved slightly to my left, and I could clearly feel how hard, how big, and how heavy he was as he pressed against my side. The pull deep inside me was unbearably good as his fingertips slid against me, slowly becoming more focused.
Groaning into my mouth, he allowed our tongues to caress before he pulled away. “I need you to tell me what you want so I can give it to you.”
My breathing became labored as I gave in to his touch.
“Answer me,” he growled, bringing his forehead to mine. His brown eyes flashed with the fire that existed in his touch.
There was no way I was going to be able to think, let alone speak while he touched me like that. My eyes fluttered shut, and I just wanted to succumb to the feeling.
But his fingers stilled. “You said you wanted me to tell people we’re not together.”
My eyes opened slowly, and he was watching me. My gaze dropped, following his tongue as he wet his lips.
“Did you mean that?” he asked again.
I didn’t answer.
I do think it’ll solve the problem—
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned as his fingers resumed sliding across the most sensitive part of me.
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to be with me?”
Holding his gaze and gripping his biceps, I didn’t answer that question either.
Lamar nodded, hooking two fingers inside me and sliding them to his knuckles. I started to grind on his hand, but he held my hip in place, subduing me. I felt him starting to pull out, and I whimpered again.
“Do you want to be just friends, Jazzy?” he asked, before he pushed his fingers back in again.
“Oh God,” I exhaled. Shutting my eyes made everything heightened.
I felt him staring at me. I felt the haggard bursts of air from his lungs. And I definitely felt his fingers inside me.
“I would do anything for you,” he growled. His fingers expertly moved in and out of me as his mouth captured my own. “No bullshit on the internet changes that.”
My arousal grew while we kissed with reckless abandon.
“Nothing changes that, you hear me?” Lamar whispered hoarsely against my lips.
“Yes,” I moaned as he pulled his fingers out and played with my clit. “Right there.” I felt myself approaching the cliff, and I was ready to fall. “Lamar, right there.”
He pulled his fingers away.
I sucked in a sharp breath, missing his touch.
Pulling my dress up and over my head, he left me naked in front of him. His hands moved over my bare skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“I’m not letting you come on my fingers,” he whispered against my lips. Dropping to his knees, he threw my left leg over his shoulder and used his flattened tongue to drive me crazy. Once I started to shake, he sucked and flicked my clit until I came on his face.
When he rose to his feet, he crashed his lips into mine, kissing me feverishly. My hands roamed his chest before grabbing his T-shirt and deepening the kiss. And after a minute, I was pushing his sweatpants down and dropping to my knees.
“Jazz, you— fuck!”
As soon as I enveloped his dick in my mouth, he let out a groan so feral and needy, I felt compelled to take it to the back of my throat.
I wanted him on the brink of exploding. Putting on the performance of a lifetime, I gave him head that was so sloppy, so nasty, so sexy that he’d never forget it.
When I made eye contact with him as I was gagging on it, I could tell he was close.
“I want you inside me,” I murmured as I rose to my feet.
Without warning, he lifted me, cupping my ass.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he locked his arms in place.
Sharing sloppy kisses, he carried me down the hallway with his fingers digging into my thick thighs as he handled my weight.
When we stopped moving, he pulled out of the kiss, and when he slid me down his body, I could feel how ready he was for me.
He wrapped a hand around my throat and whispered, “Get in the middle of the bed.”
I didn’t know what was more intense: the throbbing in my chest or the throbbing between my thighs. My gut twisted, and my breathing hitched as I did as I’d been told.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I kept my eyes on him as I scooted to the middle. He removed his shirt. And after pulling a condom from the pocket of his sweatpants, he removed those as well.
Heavy, hard, and with a slight curve to the right, his dick jutted prominently from his body, hanging from the weight of it.
I licked my lips hungrily. Damn.
As I watched him roll the latex over his thick erection, I ran my hands over my body.
Just the thought of him inside me, stretching me, fucking me was making me heady. I pinched my nipples and spread my legs wider.
Lamar wasted no time climbing on top of me and using his forearms to hold himself up and hover over me. The weight of him felt so good against me, pinning me against the bed.
We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds before he parted my lips with his tongue.
Moaning, I closed my eyes and succumbed to his kiss. The way his mouth overpowered mine sent a chill through me. My body called out for him, but he just rested his dick against me, bumping up against my clit teasingly.
“Lamar,” I breathed, excitement rippling through me.
He sat up, running his hands over my breasts and fondling me before he spread my thighs wide. Studying my face, he slid the tip of his dick along my slit. “Which is it?”
“Yes!” I cried out as he pushed the tip into me.
I rotated my hips, trying to get more of him inside.
His large hands pinned my hips, keeping me still. “No, not yet.” The sexy grit in his tone gave me chills. “Which is it?”
“Lamar,” I whined, trying to lift my hips.
“You trying to just be friends with me? You trying to distance yourself from me?” He pulled the tip out and rubbed my wetness against my clit. “Because I know you’re not trying to end this.”
I closed my eyes, inundated with feelings and unable to articulate myself.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded roughly. “And answer me while I’m filling you up.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering when his words alone made me wetter.
My head tilted back as he applied pressure, stretching me to remind me of what I was missing.
“Talk to me. Don’t hide from me.” He uttered the commands with the same gentle restraint that I could feel in his touch. “And don’t run away from me.”
“Okay.” I panted as I struggled to maintain eye contact.
“Which is it?” His voice was deep, rough, and full of want.
My heart rate increased with each passing moment. Panting, I confessed, “I don’t want to end this.”
“You still want me to tell people we’re not together?”
Closing my eyes, I nodded.
“Nah, look at me. Use your words. Tell me what you want to do.”
With our eyes locked, his skin on my skin, and his dick teasing me, it was hard not to be overwhelmed.
“You’re going to make me fuck it out of you.” His voice broke sexily as he inched his way in.
We moaned in unison.
With each inch, he filled me, stretching me out deliciously. When he pulled almost all the way out, he shuddered.
“Tell me how you feel,” he uttered thickly, pushing himself all the way back in.
My eyes closed as I took all of him. “Lamar,” I exhaled his name. “I don’t want to lose you.”
With each stroke, the yearning in my body mixed with the intensity of what was happening between us. My heart pounded in my chest, and knots coiled in my belly as he moved in and out of me.
“I love you.” The words slipped out of my mouth mixed with a wanton moan.
He froze.
Shit.
I hadn’t meant to say that.
I meant what I’d said, but I hadn’t meant to say it.
After a few seconds, he started up again, and I peeked through my lashes.
As soon as our eyes met, I saw the emotion emanating from him.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
Taking his right hand from my hip, he licked his thumb. In perfect timing with his strokes, he strummed my clit, causing a shock wave of heat to course through my veins.
“Say it again,” he demanded roughly.
“I love you,” I moaned, my orgasm building.
It was as if those words unlocked something within both of us because he fucked me like I’d never been fucked before.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I cried out as I started bucking against him.
“That’s it. That’s it, Jazzy. Come on this dick.”
“Oh, shit, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I breathed shakily.
My eyes fluttered closed as each moan grew louder than the one before it. I clawed at the bed while he slammed into me over and over again.
“Give it to me,” he demanded as I worked my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Yes, that’s it! Let me feel it, Jazzy!”
“Please, Lamar … please don’t stop … oh my God! Oh my—” I gasped, hitting the point of no return.
“Oh shit,” he swore when my body started to shake.
Hearing his deep, guttural moans spurred me on.
He fell forward, kissing me hard and desperately.
His impending orgasm extended mine as we thrust into each other with reckless abandon.
Feeling him lose control was it for me. The tension that had been building since he’d arrived released from deep in my core.
I came hard.
My mouth opened, yet no sound came out as the ultimate pleasure took over.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body becoming rigid.
All I could hear was our heavy satiated breathing as he collapsed beside me.
Lamar and I lay in sated silence. Exhaustion and satisfaction settled on me while butterflies and warmth settled within me.
“When I’m touching you … when I’m inside you, that’s when you’re the most vulnerable with me,” he said in a low tone.
I opened my eyes, and when I turned to face him, I found him staring at me.
“I’ve told you from the beginning that you can get whatever you want from me.” He placed his hand on my chest, and I knew he could feel my heart pounding. “And you’re telling me you want me to say publicly that we’re not together?”
Slowly, I nodded.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because we’re not. And it’s better if they just think we’re friends.”
“I don’t care—”
“You should,” I interrupted. “If you won’t do it for you, do it for me.”
He just stared at me.
A few seconds passed, and then, bringing his face down to mine, he kissed me softly, gingerly. My eyes pricked with tears behind my closed lids because the tenderness felt like something had broken.