34. Chapter 34
34
Kelly
I could barely make it up the stairs, tears dripping down my face. My entire body felt weak as I reached the front door and lifted a hand to open it. As the door opened, my hand moved to my chest, just under my throat, fingers curling and I tried my hardest not to let a sob escape my mouth. I had told Emily I would let her know what happened, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. All I wanted to do was kick off my shoes and climb into bed. My hands moved to my sides after I took my coat and shoes off, curling into fists.
Malak came into view, a soft smile on his face, but quickly his face fell, his brows furrowed, and he was over to me in just a couple strides.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I looked up at him from where we stood in the middle of the living room, and my lips parted, but I couldn’t speak. My breath caught in my throat, and more tears spilled over. I tilted my head down and just cried. So utterly and completely frustrated. So angry.
Malak removed the space between us, and I felt his warm, strong arms wrap around me.
“ Arre yaar . What’s happened?” he asked me, squeezing me to his chest. I buried my face in his shirt, letting the tears soak the fabric. My knees felt as though they were barely holding me up.
“Rose,” I choked out, “…she’s gone too.”
Malak’s body stiffened. “What?”
I struggled to get the words out, crying for another few moments before finally taking a deep breath and talking into Malak’s chest. My voice was just barely understandable. “She doesn’t want to be with me. She said t-that I’m no good for her.”
Malak swore under his breath in Hindi, I couldn’t make it out. His arms were like earmuffs against my head, I turned my head just enough to hear him better when he spoke softly.
“I don’t understand,” he said, “after everything she said, I thought it was just about Grey.”
I tilted my head to look up at him, blinking several times, bidding the blurriness to go away so I could look into Malak’s deep brown eyes. Darkness, sadness pooled in those orbs.
My fingers curled against the sides of his shirt. I hiccuped once and tried to find my composure, but it was so hard.
“If she doesn’t want you, then she doesn’t want me,” Malak said, voice strong, certain. He held me closer to him, looking down at me.
More tears came. I squeezed my eyes shut and tilted my head back down, my knees feeling so weak that I started to slip every so slightly out of Malak’s grasp.
He gripped me tighter, pulled me up into his arms, and carried me over to the couch. I gasped softly for air as he sat down, pulled my legs in, and curled up in his lap. My head rested against his shoulder. Both our hair, my brown and his that beautiful color so close to black but not quite, mingled with each other. Curling ends getting caught together.
“They’re both gone,” I cried softly, “Rose and Grey.” I had told Grey I was done, but it still hurt. Some part of me wishing he had begged harder, pleaded more. Insisted he would change. That I could believe him.
My breath was shaky as I tried to pull myself together. Malak’s warm embrace was the safe place I never wanted to leave.
“You still have me left,” Malak whispered.
My heart squeezed painfully in my chest. I sat up just enough to look into his face. Seeing my own tear stained face in his eyes. “I don’t have you ‘left’, Malak,” I insisted, reaching a hand up and brushing my fingers along his beard, “I want you.”
I sniffled, took a deep breath, and ignored the pain in my chest. “I want them, yes,” I admitted, “even if I shouldn’t, whether they’re bad, or don’t want me.”
Malak’s brow knit, and he looked down for a second. “Me too,” he replied, and then took a breath, “but I’m not the best example of a partner either, Kelly.” He lifted a hand and brushed his thumb along my cheek, collecting and smearing the tears there. I was flooded with warmth and comfort as he did the other side.
“Malak,” I cooed, my own forehead creasing, “you’ve treated me better than anyone I’ve ever been with.”
Malak leaned closer, holding my face in his hand, his fingers curling just behind my ear. “You deserve the world, Kitten.”
My breath hitched in my throat, and more tears welled up in my eyes. “You do too,” I told him.
Just like that, my eyes were closed, and he was kissing me. I kissed him back, slow and ardent. My heart beat quick in my chest for a new reason now. Though the pain I had been feeling moments before was still there, Malak’s touch was comfort, passion, genuine. Everything I needed.
His lips moved against mine perfectly, like they were made for the sole purpose of kissing. My arms weaved around his strong neck, I pulled closed to his body, and straddled his lap. Malak scooted back further into the couch.
Everything was quiet as we kissed, no sound but our breath. It was just us, in that moment. My near stained face, his strong hands sliding down to my hips, and my fingers curling into the back of his thick hair.
Malak broke the kiss. His mouth trailing along my neck urged me to tilt my head to the side, keeping my eyes closed. I shivered as the tip of his tongue ran from the crook of my shoulder up to my ear. He kissed my ear, his soft beard rubbing against my skin.
“Malak,” I said with an exhale.
He squeezed at my hips and pulled them tighter against his lap. “Kelly,” he husked.
Heat flooded my thighs. The need to be comforted in a way that was familiar to me called out. Ached inside me.
“I want you to make me feel better,” I whispered ,and tilted my head down to kiss his lips one more time before moving to his ear, “…and I want to make you feel better.”
Malak hummed against my neck. His hands slid further and groped at my ass. It wasn’t nearly as pleasant in jeans, but I still bit at my lip. My lips moved back to his, passionate, needy, as my hips started to rock against his lap. I could already feel his cock hardening underneath me. His hands guided my hips as they rolled against him. I moaned softly into his mouth as the friction caused my clit to tingle.
“God, you’re so sexy,” I moaned against his mouth.
One of his hand slid up and around from my ass and up the front of my shirt and sweater.
“You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen,” Malak whispered.
Warmth traveled from my thighs, up my stomach, into my chest, neck, and face. My ears blared with heat as he slowly unclipped my bra in one solid movement of his hand. The cups parted in the middle of my chest and hung loosely to the side underneath my shirt. My breasts falling softly into their natural position.
Malak broke the kiss, and in a second, his head was underneath my clothing. I gasped softly as his tongue curled my nipple slowly, flicking the tip against it as it hardened.
My hips continued to rock against him, my pussy getting wetter. I could feel his cock straining within his jeans, and I tilted my head back ever so slightly with another moan.
The room was already growing hotter. I unwrapped my arms from around his neck, pulling my fingers out of his hair, and pulled my shirt and sweater off, tossing it to the floor. Looking down, I saw Malak with his head on my breasts, his tongue swirling and caressing. My thighs squeezed needily against him.
With a few moves of my arms, I slid my bra off the rest of the way, tossing that on the floor too. I grabbed Malak’s face, pulling it back up and kissing him hard and fervent.
Malak started to kiss me back, but I was already reaching down and grabbing at his shirt, tugging it upwards. I leaned back just enough so that when he raised his arms, I could yank it off of his body and toss it to the side. His strong, solid chest under my hands, soft and neatly groomed body hair.
“Someone is eager,” Malak teased me.
I ran a hand down his chest, along his toned but still soft stomach, and brushed my fingers along the buckle of his belt. “Is that a problem, Sir?” I asked him softly.
“No, it’s certainly not Princess,” he whispered.
My heart fluttered, my hips twitched. I leaned forwards and caught his lips with mine again as my hips continued to rock against him, slow, hard. I moaned against his mouth, my fingers working to undo his belt buckle.
Malak grunted as I rolled my hips even firmer against him.
“Mm,” I hummed out as I got his belt undone, “you’re not exactly being patient either.”
Malak growled and grabbed my face, pulling my mouth back to his. My heart raced in anticipation as his fingers undid my jeans and helped ease them off my body. I heard them hit the ground with a soft thud of the fabric and the click of the button against the zipper.
My panties were with them. My breath caught in my throat as Malak’s hand slipped between my thighs and his lap, and his fingers brushed against my folds. Searching so effortlessly, until his middle finger was pressed to my clit. I tilted my head, my forehead resting against his.
“Please,” I begged.
“What was that?” Malak asked.
I swallowed. “Please, touch me,” I told him.
Malak moved his finger ever so slightly. “You can do better than that,” he crooned.
“Make me cum,” I pleaded.
“As you wish,” he replied.
My hips rocked as he caressed at my clit in slow, rough circles. I was desperate for more.
“F-faster,” I asked of him. My hips attempting to force his hand to move quicker.
“Hmm?” he asked, in a low rumble.
“Faster, please, Sir.” My hand slid into the back of his hair again. Tangling in those magnificent locks of hair at his scalp.
My hips bucked as his finger started to move faster. A spark of pleasure, so close, tingling, burning along my thighs and stomach. I closer my eyes and rolled my hips, harder, faster against his hand. My clit was throbbing, my thighs pulsing.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, and squeezed his hair tighter. The movement of my hips grew more erratic, grinding against his hand, hard and needy.
Panting, I moaned louder. “Malak,” I moaned.
“That’s it, cum for me,” he praised.
My entire body flooded with heat, my heart pounding. My thighs clenched against him as I came, hips twitching, bucking, My back tensed and I pulled at this hair.
Malak groaned. “Fuck baby girl,” he panted.
I pulled my head back, gasping for air, and watched as Malak pulled his hand out from my thighs and popped two of his fingers into his mouth. My mouth all but salivated as I watched him suck his fingers clean.
“I want you inside me,” I crooned, as my fingers reached down and undid the button of his jeans. I tugged the zipped down as carefully as I could.
Malak groaned as some of the pressure was released. He carefully slid his jeans off from underneath me.
With my thighs still throbbing, and my pussy aching, I reached down once more and wrapped my hand around his hard length.
I stroked him several times, looking into his face, watching as his lips parted, and appreciate moan escaping him. I was plenty wet enough, practically dripping onto my own thighs and his jeans.
Shifting my hips, I pushed up slightly until I hovered above him, my hand guiding his cock, until it was pressed against my slit. I sunk down, sliding my hand to his shoulder, and leaned my forehead against his.
“Mmnf,” I gasped softly as his cock filled me, inch my inch, until our laps met.
“Fuck,” Malak groaned, and his hands gripped my hips.
I stayed where I was for a moment, my warm arousal wrapped around him. I quivered and then shifted my hips up.
Malak’s breath quickened as I started to ride him, his fingers gripping my flesh even tighter.
I lifted my head from his forehead and moved my hands onto the back of the couch, using it for more leverage as I bounced on his dick. I panted for my own breath, my thighs already aching, but I refused to stop yet. I rolled my hips forward with every other bounce, pleasure rippling along my skin. My breasts bounced with each movement.
I felt Malak’s mouth on one of my breasts, sucking and licking at my nipple.
Our moans and grunts mirrored each other, turning into a hot, erotic, musical of sounds.
“Such a good girl,” Malak growled out.
I started to slow down, panting for breath. “Malak,” I moaned, shivering. His cock throbbed inside of me.
Malak shifted down slightly on the couch, gripped my hips tighter.
“Hold on,” he told me.
I tightened my grip on the back of the couch. Malak thrust upwards, hard, into my pussy. I gasped and tilted my head down, the curly locks of my hair falling along his neck and neck.
“Fuck, fuck!” I cried as he fucked me from below. I bounced on top of him from the force of his thrusts, hard and fast. I watched his muscles flex with his effort.
“Cum for me,” he ordered. One of his hands reached up and grabbed my face just under my jaw and chin.
“Yes!” I moaned, my entire body hot, needy. The couch creaked underneath us. “Harder!”
Malak growled as he forced his hips up harder into me, my pussy dripping along his length. I couldn’t even speak, panting for air as pleasure wracked through my body, from my core to my toes and back up. My pussy tightened around his cock, holding him captive as I orgasmed.
“Fuck Kelly, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his hand sliding to my throat, holding me in place just firm enough.
I sucked in a breath, trying to speak through my moans. “Mmnn fuck! Fuck…cum inside me!” I pleaded.
Malak’s fingers dug into my hip tighter. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes!” I insisted, head dizzier than ever, “B-Birth…control.”
That was apparently all he needed to hear. I gasped as Malak’s hips slowed, pumping into me hard, once, twice, a third time. His cum filling me again, and again. A shiver ran up my spine.
Malak groaned, his body tensing underneath me, until he finally relaxed, and I did too.
My body was so shaky that as soon as he pulled out of me, my arms slid down from the back of the couch and I laid atop him.
Malak simply breathed with me. Our breath growing slower, and more shallow.
“Gods,” Malak sighed, “I love you, Kelly.”
My heart nearly stopped in my chest, my entire body flooding with a heat I had never felt before, something totally different from the arousal I felt for him. My eyes stung, and I nuzzled my face into his shoulder.
“I love you too, Malak,” I whispered, though I was scared.
Malak could just about sleep through anything after sex. This was what I had come to realize. A thunderstorm, the shower, dinner. He was fast asleep on the couch, covered in a blanket - thanks to me - while I was freshly showered and in the kitchen cooking a very late dinner at nine thirty at night. No doubt I’d be awake later than I needed to be up for work in the morning, thanks to that several hour nap, but I wasn’t complaining.
I cooked several grilled cheeses, leaving two on the counter for Malak if he woke up soon. I munched on mine happily, from where I sat on the other end of the couch, and watched Malak sleeping peacefully.
It was strange, being in the apartment with only him. His snoring, the sound of thunder and lightning around. My stomach ached as I thought about Grey, wondering where he was. Malak had put his stuff out that morning while I was at work. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t care where Grey was or about Rose. Still, knowing that didn’t stop me from doing it. I sighed and looked at the floor, my eyes stinging. I took a deep breath and looked back up at Malak as I finished my food. I set my plate on the coffee table, brushed my hands off and just gazed at him.
I tilted my head to the side. He looked so rugged, handsome, relaxed, in his sleep. His brows weren’t furrowed, he didn’t look concerned about something as he tended to.
His dark wavy hair was a halo around his head, he glistened slightly still from the layer of sweat on his body; the blanket covering a third of the way up his chest.
He looks kind of like a pirate.
I blinked and chewed on the inside of my cheek. Suddenly struck with inspiration that I hadn’t had in quite a while.
No, that would be silly…
I shook my head.
But what if…
After another moment of deliberating, I stood up, ignoring my wobbly legs, and headed for my bedroom. I grabbed my laptop out of its case and headed back into the living room. I plugged in the charger, sat down, opened it up and waited for it to turn on. My pulse was quickening with every second. My fingers quickly put in my password. I stared at my home screen as it came to life, all my apps loading, my cursor finally popping up.
“Alright,” I mumbled, and clicked into my writing program, “long time no see.” I chuckled.
My eyes darted to Malak. He was still fast asleep.
With a deep breath, I looked back over at my laptop and started typing.