Twenty-Six
TWENTY-SIX
MALIK
I follow closely behind Soleil, my helmet in hand, as we walk to her front door. Though she screamed for much of it, she really enjoyed the ride. A few more times out on it and she’ll be begging to learn to ride.
She stops at the door then turns with a worried look in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot my key. We left in such a hurry that I didn’t even grab my keys or wallet.” She sighs and her body goes lax.
“You don’t have a hidden key or maybe a neighbor who has one?” I smooth my fingers across her jaw.
“Oh gosh. I’m so stupid.” She rolls her eyes with a small shake of her head. “I forgot that I have a hidden key. Back home, mom and George always had an extra set. Plus…Gene.”
She bends down and grabs what looks like a painted rock sitting in a flower pot next to the door. Turning it over, she pops off the bottom and in it sits a key.
I touch her waist and run my nose up the column of her neck as she tries to unlock the door.
“Do you think Kyle and Dahlia will be home soon?” My tongue flicks her earlobe and she shivers.
“I-I don’t know,” she breathes.
I wrap my arm around her, spreading my fingers across her stomach. Her head falls back against my shoulder and she presses her ass into my hardening dick.
“Mmm. Doll face, you’re going the right way for a hard fuck. Unless you want Dahlia to come home and find me buried between your legs, I’d stop with the tease right now.” I hear a loud gulp, then she slowly pulls away.
I take her chin in my hand, turning her head over her shoulder, and crush my lips to hers, She moans and pushes back once more.
A smile stretches across my face. “You’re playing with fire, Soleil.”
“I’m not afraid. I like it hot. The hotter the better.”
There’s my Sunny Girl.
I growl and thrust against her. My hand crawls its way up, gliding over her ribs, and if I simply lift her shirt, I can easily–
“Hellooo.” A voice pierces the air and bursts our bubble, throwing ice on our heated moment.
Soleil throws the door open and nudges me back so hard that I stumble and nearly fall over my own feet. She quickly rights herself and spins, plastering on a smile to greet Kyle and Dahlia who come walking up the sidewalk.
“Mr. Dare!” Dahlia runs up the three steps to the porch and jumps at me. “Did you miss me?”
I pick her up as she squeezes my neck. “Sure did. You’re my favorite student. But also, I came to bring your mom a present.”
“I got her one, too!” She holds up the yellow polka dot gift bag with a proud smile.
“Why don’t I let you all celebrate? I need to get home and grade some papers.” I set Dahlia on her feet and she pouts.
“Can’t you stay? We’re gonna have cake and watch Mommy’s favorite movie. Pleeease Mr. Dare?” She folds her fingers together as best as she can with her bag still hanging in them and pleads.
“Dahlia. Mr. Dare said he has things to do. Don’t act like that.” Dahlia’s face falls as does mine.
I was secretly hoping she’d invite me to stay. I want every minute with them as she’ll allow. To soak up every moment, every laugh, every smile. It’s become my new and greatest obsession.
“Why don’t you ask your mom about the gift I gave her.” I tap Dahlia on the nose and face Soleil. “Happy birthday. Have a great night.”
I flinch, wanting to reach out and kiss her, but stop myself when her face pales. I give her a tight smile and wave goodbye to the three of them.
I tug my helmet on, start up my bike, and stare at the three of them before speeding off. Now that Soleil has agreed to be mine, I’ll never take my eyes off of her.
The end credits of the movie plays out but we don’t move. Dahlia is snoring, sleeping with her head on my chest, and Soleil lays right next to me.
The night was perfect.When they arrived, we started with a tour of the house –avoiding my boring office, as I told Dahlia– then sat down for dinner. My cooking skills are very basic, so I ordered dinner for us to ensure that I didn’t poison us with anything I may have tried to cook. I made sure that Dahlia’s meal was full of her favorite things –no broccoli– and that mine and Soleil’s was more on the gourmet side.
After dinner, we took the fun outside to the backyard where I had an air mattress set up with pillows and blankets. Kinsley helped me string lights from trees to the back porch, and I bought a blow up movie screen and projector just for tonight. And who knows, maybe there will be many more nights like this.
I hope .
Dahlia was singing and dancing to much of the movie but as it neared the end, her energy dwindled. The s’mores, the candy, the popcorn; the high was wearing off and her little body was slowing down. Dressed in her pajamas that she brought with her and the DARE sweatshirt I gave them, she crawled closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I looked to Soleil to make sure this was okay, and when she gave me a smile and a nod, I opened my arm and let Dahlia snuggle in.
Shortly after that, little snores echoed in my ear. Soleil offered to take her, but I only squeezed her tighter to me. At school I’m Mr. Dare, her favorite teacher. But outside of that I can be so much more. Eventually I extended my arm, grasped at Soleil and pulled her into our little snuggle cocoon. I was happy, content. I felt like I was holding the world in my hands.
The screen fades to black and the only sound is the chirping of the crickets. We lay there, still holding hands and looking at one another in a peaceful silence.
“Why don’t you two spend the night,” I tell her.
Immediately my hand is released and she springs up. “Malik…we can’t do that. What will Dahlia say?”
Gingerly, I slide my arm out from underneath Dahlia and she rolls up into a little ball. I make my way off of the air mattress –which isn’t easy– and cover her with the blanket. Walking over to where Soleil sits, I take her hands in mine and pull her with me to the round sun lounger.
“Dahlia will probably wake up ecstatic that she got to have a sleepover at Mr. Dare’s. And all you have to say is that it was really late and you didn’t want to drive home when you were so tired.” Her eyes search mine, then wander around the yard, worry deep in her brows. “Soleil. It’ll be fine. I have the adjoining rooms you two can stay in. You’ll be close so she won’t wake up scared. But if it truly makes you uncomfortable, I’ll simply follow you home to make sure you’re safe and leave it at that.”
She yanks one hand away and starts chewing on her nail. I can see the cogs in her brain working overtime and I really don’t want it to be a decision that causes her this much anxiety.
“Soleil, you–”
“Okay. We’ll stay.”
My body warms, from my heart to my fingertips, and my smile definitely reflects that.
“Okay,” I repeat.
“Okay.” Her body shivers just as a cool breeze blows through.
I wrap myself around her and slam my lips to hers. I’ve been dying to kiss her since the other night when Kyle interrupted what could’ve been a hot and heavy makeout session. All night long, I was looking for my opening to do so, but Dahlia stuck by my side like a magnet kept her attached to me. And now…now I finally have her to myself.
“Let me take Dahlia upstairs and we can have a little alone time.” I expect her to put up an argument, but she nods her head with a sexy smile.
I leap off the lounger and scoop Dahlia in my arms. I take the steps two at a time, and practically break the door off the hinges when I kick it open. With one hand, I pull the covers back and nestle her inside the fluffy bed. When I flick on the bedside lamp, she briefly opens her eyes and looks at me.
“You’re like Flynn Rider, Mr. Dare. Auntie Kyle says you smolder.” I choke out a laugh and she buries herself further under the warm comforter.
I smooth her wayward hairs away from her face, and kiss her forehead. She’s not just my favorite student, she’s my favorite little girl and I want to spoil her and her mom in the way that they should be, every day.
Flying back downstairs and outside, I find Soleil still laying in the spot where I left her. I no longer have any shame, and lay my body on hers. She gasps when I take her by surprise, but returns the kiss that I greet her with.
I rest my weight on one arm, my hand cupping the back of her head, and hitch her leg around my waist. Her leggings block my ability to feel her creamy skin on my palm. When she digs her nails into my scalp, I groan. I rock into her, my hard cock meeting her core, and she arches her back.
I nip at her lips, swiping my tongue across them and savoring the taste that is all Soleil. A trace of chocolate from the candy she ate and her tongue cool from the water. When I move to kissing her neck, she presses her head back and lets out a breathy moan.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper into her ear. “I can barely control myself. I’ve never held a woman like you in my arms and I so desperately want to consume you. I want you to be the sustenance that keeps my body alive.”
“Oh fuck.” She squirms, my words sparking her need.
I let my hand slide from the crook of her knee to her ass, kneading it roughly. When she doesn’t pull away, I slowly shift my hand and carefully let it glide to her apex. Her leggings are damp and fuck, it makes me harder.
“Doll face. You’re soaked. How long, Soleil? How long since a man touched you here?”
“Too–aww. Too long.” She grinds down on my fingers that rub up and down her center.
“I can fix that for you. Would you like me to help you relieve all of this pent up longing?”
Her hands slide under my t-shirt and her nails scratch my skin, leaving little trails of fire in their wake.
“Dahlia’s upstairs. I can’t…have sex with you.”
“Oh baby. There is so many ways I can make you feel good without fucking you, which I want more than you can imagine.” I bite down on her lip again, and ask once more, “Do you want me to help you out, Soleil? All you have to do is say the magic word.”
“Magic word? And what’s that?” Her eyes close as she rolls her hips.
“Please…Malakiun.” I say the word, leading her to believe it means please.
Her chest heaves, indecision swirling in her eyes. All I can do is wait, praying that she’ll say it.
“Malakiun.” I growl when she says the word.
The word that has both of my words colliding. Malakiun…King .
My hand works its way under her waistband and makes a hurried trek to her wet pussy. Her panties are thin cotton and her arousal seeps through. I rub over them, pressing my palm down with the perfect pressure, then dip inside. Her skin is smooth and hot and when I reach her pussy lips, she’s nice and wet. So perfect.
I part her lips and trail my finger up and down her slit. Moans pour from her mouth as I continue my journey. I tease, rubbing and flicking, pinching and soothing. When her breathing grows shallow, I plunge two fingers inside of her.
“Oh god,” she cries, bearing down as I curl and scissor my fingers.
“Does that feel good, doll face?” She bites her lip and nods. “Do you want more?” Another nod.
I pump harder and deeper and slower. Mimicking how I plan to fuck her. My movements are steady, working her up for a release. I let my mouth suck her neck like I’d love to suck her swollen clit. With my head buried in her neck and my hand submerged in her pussy, I feel her hand clamp onto my wrist.
She grips tight and begins to move it faster while thrusting her hips in sync.
“Just like that. Fuck my hand the way you need, doll face. Use me until that pussy screams.”
Her fingers squeeze my wrist and she pumps furiously, working to get herself off. My dick grows painfully hard, her desperation turning me on in a way I didn’t know I needed. As she fucks herself on my hand, I rub against her leg like I’m a dog in heat. Shame has no place here anymore.
“Right there. Feels…feels…”
“Good? Yeah, it does. I love the way your tight pussy feels wrapped around my fingers.” I take her mouth with mine and let my tongue twist with hers.
Our fingers and tongues and hips all work like an engine revving up before slamming on the gas. It purrs and growls, the tension builds and the gears are slick. The heat begins to steam up the windows and breathing gets shorter and tighter. And just when you think you can’t take one more siphon, overdrive is hit and you shoot off, going zero to one hundred in seconds.
“Fffuck! Yes!” Soleil’s body convulses as she comes all over my fingers.
Her walls spasm and wring my fingers so hard that it’s difficult for me to keep my foot on the break. My grip falters and I come in my pants like a fifteen year old with a sock and a nudey magazine.
“God damn .” We both ride out our orgasms, words weaving together in an incoherent cacophony.
When it comes to an end and we let the wave bring us back to shore, Soleil opens her eyes and her chest heaves. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, and her lips are plump from the both of us sucking on them.
“That was not on the invitation,” she whispers.
“I said there’d be racing. I guess you didn’t realize that it would be your body racing to the finish.” Her body stills before she breaks out in laughter. “You’re laughing while my fingers are still inside of your pussy?”
“I’m sorry,” she chuckles. “But that was so cheesy.”
It was a ridiculous line, but it was fitting for the moment.
Her smile doesn’t fade with her hands still clamped onto my shoulders. With her eyes still aglow, I languidly remove my fingers and hear the waistband of her leggings snap. I bring my cum soaked fingers to my mouth and lick them clean, one at a time.
Soleil’s throat moves as she gulps and her once amused face grows heated again. When I’m done, I take her face in my hands and lock her in a kiss so she can taste what I did to her. She needs to know that it was me who made her come like that. No one else.
Me . And it will always be only me. I’ll make sure of it.