Chapter 15
“Huhm,” she moaned before covering the tip of my dick in the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
Slowly, her tongue moved over my rigidness.
Her breath was warm when she popped me out of her mouth and blew softly on the opening.
Pre-cum oozed out, and she swiped it up with her tongue—opening her mouth wide to show it to me, before humming again softly.
Then she slid me into her throat, letting me feel her tonsils while she gagged.
“Um. You taste so good, Q,” she said when she finally released me from her vise-grip jaws. I wasn’t out of her mouth long. Soon enough, the head of my dick disappeared again.
I fought with myself to keep from grabbing her hair. “Oh yeah?” I questioned through gritted teeth. “What it taste like, baby?”
“Heaven. Something I want in my mouth all the time.” She licked my shaft from the tip to the base. “And you smell so damn good. Manly. Like big muscles and good dick.”
That actually made me chuckle. She was trying to fuck up my entire mind. She didn’t need to gas me; I was already blown on her.
She nuzzled her face in my balls. Jealousy gripped my chest for a second. Who the fuck taught her how to be so good at sucking dick? Was there some other nig—
She interrupted my thoughts when her moist mouth enveloped my entire dick.
“Shit!” slipped from my mouth before I could catch it. She was making me lose control.
Her small hands were on my shaft working it, while she paid attention to the head and occasionally swallowed me whole. She wasn’t talking, but I could feel the reverence she had for me through the way she was taking her time with my dick.
Eastley wasn’t rushing or treating the act like something she couldn’t wait to get through. She was licking and sucking like she had all the time in the world. She hummed on my dick like it literally was the best tasting thing she’d ever had in her mouth.
This girl was my fucking baby. She was giving me head like I was the king of her world.
“The way I feel about you, E? You don’t even understand it,” I told her honestly. She had brought me back to life. She showed me that God still gave gifts. He still did miracles. She was a fucking miracle. She was my fucking miracle.
Her watery eyes met mine. Even as the messy bun on top of her head unraveled, saliva trickled down her chin, and the girth of my dick stretched her swollen lips to their limits.
She was beautiful. Innocent looking, put-together Eastley looked so disheveled but so damn radiant.
I was falling for her, and it didn’t have anything to do with her dick-sucking skills.
It was about who she was. How pure her heart was.
Heat started to radiate through my body. My stomach muscles tightened, and my legs started to buckle. I let myself dig my fingers into her hair and pull her closer. I pumped into her face and busted in her mouth, yelling out, “Fuck!”
She sucked me dry while I fought not to drop to my knees and propose to her.
Once I regained control of my body, I lifted her from the floor and walked her over to the window.
I turned her so that she was facing it, her breasts pressed against the windowpanes.
I spread her legs and eased inside her. Her hands went up, her palms flat against the glass, while she pushed her fat ass into me.
I kissed and sucked her neck from behind, before snaking my arms around her and cupping a breast in each of my hands.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers while I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
“Q.” She moaned softly as her knees buckled a little.
I held her up, pinching her nipples. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” I thrust into her, forcing her into the window.
“Yes.” Her voice was both breathy and pitchy.
I lifted her right leg and rhythmically rocked into her from a different angle. An angle that had my dick rubbing against Eastley’s clit with every upstroke. An angle that had her screaming out and trying to fuck me back.
“Q!” she hummed from the pleasure. “Ooh, Q. It’s so fucking good.” She dragged my name out and met every stroke with a counterstroke of her own.
My stomach was in knots, and my mind was somewhere over the damn rainbow. “Shit, baby! Shit!” I bit down on her neck as my frantic fingers found her hair and tugged on it.
It wasn’t long before I roared through the orgasm that had been building.
I fell against her, smashing her into the glass of the windowpane.
I dropped kisses in the crook of her neck and across her shoulder blades while easing out of her.
“You’ve got my heart,” I muttered, pulling my body off hers and standing up straight.
“You’ve got mine too.”
After a leisurely shower, we sat down to eat the breakfast I’d ordered for us.
“Thank you for closing the studio today and spending this morning with me,” E told me as she popped a forkful of waffles into her mouth.
“I haven’t done that in years.” I swallowed my breakfast potatoes. “In the last couple of years, I started to hate slow Saturdays.”
Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”
“Too much time to think. Too much quiet. I preferred being at the studio. Hearing the kids and their parents’ voices in the background. I just needed . . . wanted to stay busy.” I looked at her pretty ass across the table. “But you got me reconsidering everything.”
She blushed.
“If slow Saturdays mean rubbing up on you like I did this morning, I’m about to rework the studio’s entire schedule. We closed on Saturdays from here on out.”
Her laughter floated into the atmosphere, causing me to grin.
“What is it about you, E? How’d you bring me back to life? How you got me so fucking open for you in just a few months?”
“I don’t know. But I hope you don’t change up on me.”
I shook my head. “Never that.” I heard my phone ring in the distance. “Damn, I left my phone in the bedroom, and I’m expecting a call from Smitty. His mother went back into the hospital.”
“Dang.” She gave me the pouty face. “If that’s him, tell him that I’m praying.”
I stood from the table and walked to the bedroom.
I smirked at the fact that the bed was now made.
She must’ve done that while I was getting the food from the delivery driver.
I grabbed my phone and checked the text messages.
The message wasn’t from Smitty. It was from my wireless company, letting me know that my bill was ready.
That damn bill was ready the day after I paid it every single month.
I huffed out a sigh and headed back to the kitchen.
On the way to the kitchen, I noticed Eastley heading to the front door. I followed her.
I didn’t like her answering the door when I was home.
I was her protector. I liked to answer the door and make sure no danger came her way.
Besides, she didn’t need to be answering the door in what she was wearing.
It was a T-shirt and shorts. The way my baby’s body was set up, that shit fit her like a glove and didn’t leave enough to the imagination for my liking.
She opened the door, but I couldn’t see who was there, because her body was blocking the doorframe. When she turned around and our eyes met, hers were wild. I closed the distance to the door in three steps and blinked about fifteen times in a row when I realized it was my in-laws.
What the hell were they doing at my door? “Mom? Dad?” I was confused as hell.
“Hi, Quentin.” My mother-in-law’s tone was terse. “Who is this?”
“Hey, Q. We’re sorry to stop by unannounced like this. Clearly, you have something going on. We’ll call you and—” My father-in-law jumped in, but his wife cut him off.
“No, we want to know who this half-dressed woman is that answered your door,” my mother-in-law insisted.
“That’s none of our business, Monique.”
“Yes, it is, DeVaughn. To show up at our son-in-law’s house only to have some half-dressed woman answer the door? We have questions, and he needs to have answers.”
“Answers for what? He’s a widower, Monique. He’s single. He can date. Teagan is gone.”
“What are y’all doing here?” I was still stuck on them being at my door unannounced.
Monique rolled her eyes. “Did you forget that Teagan’s birthday is week after next?” Before I could respond, she kept talking. “I mean, did you forget while you’re running around here laying it low and spreading it wide?”
“Monique!” DeVaughn’s voice held a warning.
Monique broke down in tears. “He’s supposed to love her forever, DeVaughn. Not have some—” The rest of her thought dissolved into tears.
“Excuse me,” Eastley said, then bolted from the doorway.
DeVaughn looked over his wife’s head at me as he comforted her. “I’m sorry, Q. We really should’ve called first, and in the future, we will.”
I watched in shock as he ushered her down the walkway toward their car in my driveway.
What the entire fuck?
Eastley and I had spent the entire morning chilling, but the visit from my in-laws immediately killed the vibe.
She’d gone into the guest bedroom, and to be honest, I’d been a little embarrassed to face her.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want Eastley to be hurt or worried about her place in my life.
But I also didn’t want to have to downplay or minimize what Teagan meant to me.
The whole shit felt like a no-win situation to me.
All I could do was hope that none of those ill feelings carried over into lunch with my father.
A few hours later, Eastley met me in the living room. She looked beautiful in a colorful sundress with her hair pulled up into a ponytail.
“Hey.” I held out my hand. She crossed the room to me and took it. I opened her hand and kissed her palm. “I apologize if you felt unprotected or exposed by Teagan’s parents this morning.”
“I didn’t.” She shook her head. “I felt blindsided . . . which I’m sure you did too.
I felt judged. But those are Teagan’s parents.
They lost their daughter. It’s not surprising that they feel uncomfortable with you having a new lady in your life.
They probably feel like you’re moving on and leaving their daughter in your past. They can’t see that you’re making room for me while you’re holding her in your heart. ”
I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly.
I felt her stiffen. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, while my heart pounded in my chest. I was attached to Eastley.
I didn’t want Monique and DeVaughn Powell to run her out of my life.
“Don’t shut down on me, baby. Their thoughts and feelings ain’t my thoughts and feelings. ”
“I know.” She sighed softly. “But I need to let my emotions settle before we talk about it. Can we just get through lunch?”
“Yeah. We can do that.” I agreed.