Chapter Two
JAMEELA MEANS BEAUTIFUL
LYRIC
~ T he Penthouse~
Just the scrolled word on the black card with a code on the back. I waited until an hour after I left Fifi in her room because I knew that she was going to argue with me the entire time. The way she was mugging me the whole time after the server dropped off that card you would have thought I was exactly the slag tabloids made me out to be. The silent but loud “I’m totally judging you and you better not,” seared me for the full ten minutes it took me to convince her I wasn’t going to go hook up with the prince.
Stepping into the elevator, I press the floor to the penthouse suite, then enter the code. My heart hammers as the door closes, but I’m not deterred there is something about the filthy sweet promise in his gaze that has me wanting to know if I can make him shatter the same way his earlier dismissal made me pause.
One thing about me is I love a challenge and Hassan Al Rasheed has proven to be one I can’t resist.
My reputation as being as current highest grossing singer in the world does nothing to stop the smears. Being a woman who is sex positive and wants young women to lean into their power and body autonomy always has its critics. Mostly tight mouthed women and even tighter sphincter men but I don’t let that deter me.
I long ago stopped being concerned about what people think. I own every part of me and it’s made me damn near a billion dollars. If I can secure this deal with a leading spirits company, I will be well only way.
My five-year plan hinges on me generating enough buzz to secure my future with Le Bonne Champagne. I’d heard the premium beverage company was in financial straights because of the heirs fighting over control needed a spokesperson and a serious rebrand. No, I want a partnership. After my tour I will be ready to go all in. They were prime for the picking. I heard that two of the brothers were actively looking for someone to help them do a takeover of the company. Yet they had a sister, Ana?s, who’d gone to school with one of my sisters, Kadence. They’d been friends, and she’d confided how she hated what they were doing to her late father’s legacy. I’d pick the right time to come to her rescue. She could keep the face of the billion dollar business and I’d be her silent benefactor. The deal is all but done but once I finish this tour, I will be free to do as I wish and invest the capital she needs to take over the company.
The elevator dings, bringing me out of my musings. Elevator doors swoosh open. I find myself facing the backs of two giants. Giants who slowly turn to me with frowns on their faces.
“Hi,” my smile fails miserably when they don’t move for a small eternity. The one on the right steps back. I can’t help but notice the way his shoes gleam against the polished floor.
The space I’m given to move forward and out of the elevator is barely enough, but as I pass the guard to my left steps back swiftly as if he’s been burned.
Sliding him a mean look, I turn to the other guard. “Is Hassan here? He gave me this.” He shoots a bored glance at the proffered card then speaks into his watch in what I assume is Arabic.
“His Highness will be with you shortly.” He informs me in a polite tone, nodding to the seating area just inside the room. I clasp my hands nervously, already second guessing myself.
Why him? I really don’t have an answer. Of the hundreds of nice guys I could have ended my drought with, why would I come here tonight knowing that he wants nothing other than sex? Because that’s why. No strings. No promises. And if the rumor mill is true, he’s discreet and he never has a lover more than once.
“Lyric.”
I turn after a small eternity. It’s like he’s appeared out of nowhere. And it’s only him. The guards have disappeared without a sound.
He towers over me, looking as severe as he did earlier. Not when he looked at me in the ballroom, no, he has that same severity as before during the screening.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise as if he’s overtly threatened me when he’s done nothing of the like. Still, I take step back watching as the muscle in his jaw ticks in response.
“You came.” Stating the obvious along with hinting at why he’s miffed. His Highness, as the guard called him doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Noting and ignoring the information I don’t apologize, I shrug. “I didn’t have any other plans.” Letting him know he’s the lucky one. And he is more than he realizes.
“One night,” he states the terms.
Now, it’s my turn to assess the high and mighty prince.
“No gift?” I smirk, daring him.
Thick, gorgeous lashes lower, casting shadows on his sharp high cheekbones before he pierces me with a hard stare. “What would you like?’
“A yacht — just like yours.” I add a smirk just to fuck with him.
Silence falls between us. I see if he’s going to take the bait and cuss me out for daring to ask him for a hundred million dollar yacht. I’m the biggest star in the world, I could remind him of that.
Watching his assessment of me become too much, I can’t help the giggle that spills free as I watch the emotions play across his face that range from stunned disbelief and puzzlement to chagrin.
“Gotcha,” I quip.
He shakes his head a little, his hand covering his chiseled jaw. Personally, I think it’s to hide a smile. One, he’d rather perish than let me see.
“I thought you didn’t like me.” A self-deprecating shrug is my only armor.
“I don’t.” His voice is low as the depths of hell. “I’m still going to give you the best night of your life, jameela. But only one night.”
My feet are glued to the floor as he steps to me. Reaching out, he gives me enough time to step away, but I don’t. My heart torn between the callousness of his words and the sheer intensity of his gaze. His fingers smooth over the side of my face. “I knew you would be soft. I wonder if you are everywhere?”
The answer to that escaped me. Yes, I take care of my skin. Yes, I get lavish body treatments, but is my skin as soft as those of some of his set who don’t and never had to work? No. I have blisters still healing on my feet from all the choreography I’ve been doing. I still have a healing scar on my knee from having an ACL repair last year. My skin occasionally keloids, so no, it won’t be smooth everywhere.
“What does jameela mean?” My voice is way softer than it’s ever been. Like he’s robbed me of its verbosity a little. He could’ve been calling me anything — bitch for all I know of his language.
“Jameela means beautiful.” Instead of letting his hand fall away, he cups the back of my neck, arcing me to meet his jade gaze. I will have your answer.” There is a challenge in that demand.
Holding his gaze, I swallow. He stalks closer, his body flush with mine, shaking his head. His hand slips around to the front of my neck squeezing a little.
“I need the words, beautiful.” Gaze steady, he tracks every emotion blossoming in my eyes.
“Yes,” I gasp against the light pressure and the arresting visual of his beautiful eyes and the emotion there.
Stepping back, he nods, linking our hands. “We shower first.”
Tugging me behind him, he strides on legs so long, I have to double time to keep pace with his tread.
Entering the bedroom, he passes the huge imposing bed lying in the center of the room. I barely have time to take in the immaculate posh space.
Trekking into the shower behind him, I touch the area between my breasts. My heart is fluttering like a butterfly wings. Serious misgivings start to play around in my head. He just said he didn’t like me. Why am I here? I’m in no way desperate. Why, after all this time, am I choosing to have this experience and with him of all people?
He drops my hand, turning towards with me an abruptness that’s unsettling.
It takes me a minute to notice he’s showing me his phone.
“My last testing results.” I look down at the results from two days ago. “I haven’t been with anyone in three months.”
Immediately my mind goes to his date at the Golden Globes, which, if my math is right, is exactly three months ago. Angelica is a million dollar model and nearly as tall as he is, not to mention rail thin. A man of eclectic tastes, I muse to myself.
“Yours?” He inquires. I’m flummoxed thinking as I pull out my phone searching for my tests mandated before I started choreography for my tour a couple of months ago. Did they even get testing to cover sexual health? I had to do a physical and routine blood test. I also got my annual exam, but by now my medical team knows I’m celibate, so I’m not even sure they did those tests and I didn’t bother to check.
Embarrassment heats my cheeks as I scroll through the results. What am I going to say if he asks?
“IUD?” His gaze speeds across the screen on my phone, not bothering to look at me.
“Yeah.” His eyes meet mine over the phone.
“Good. I will have your consent not to use condoms.” Another demand.
“Uh, okay…” Not understanding, I take the phone back, placing it beside his on the counter.
He’s already turning to the glass-enclosed shower, manipulating the shower heads. Stepping just outside, he hits buttons starting the flow of water.
All of a sudden nervousness has the pressure in my tummy insisting that I use the restroom.
“The water closet is over there.” He nods to a nearby door. I don’t know how he can read me so easily. “G’head and take care of what you need I will join you momentarily.” He’s almost detached as he leaves me looking after him.
Is he so matter of fact with all his lovers? Maybe he views everything as transactional since he gifts them with the equivalent of a mortgage payment once he’s done with his one night of service.
Misgivings claw at me as I use the restroom. I’ve never been afraid to change my mind about anything. In this industry I know better than anyone how not to get a terrible deal. Like the time, one of the biggest companies in the industry offered a big contract in an effort to lure me away from FADE and Ghadi. It was a dream come true. Many people encourage me to take the hundreds of millions. Never mind, they wanted my creative property in perpetuity — all of my publishing. Ain’t no way.
Still, for some reason, I pull my hair into a topknot, and slip out of the silk romper I wore up here and go over to the shower. I’m actually proud of myself for stepping in like this is old hat. My fingers barely tremble when I take the brand new sponge off the wall mount.
Squeezing out the body wash from the dispenser, I work the sponge into a generous lather and begin to wash every inch of my body.
I feel a presence behind me. I don’t turn, but continue my ritual. My hands slow as I caress each dip and curve of my body. He likes watching. He wants to come inside me. All of this I realize with each stroke of my body. He wants me but doesn’t like me.
Suddenly, I realize why I’m still here despite his admission. Because this time it’s my choice. I can choose to be with whom I want this time. Whether or not he likes me doesn’t matter. I chose him as much as he’s chosen me. He’s not taking anything from me I don’t want to give. I’m willingly giving myself to him. Freedom races through me as I fully lean into the power that was snatched away from me when was too young to realize it. Tonight I’m taking my power back. I didn’t even realize it until now. I don’t have to over analyze why I want it to be Hassan. It just is.
“Allow me.” The words reach me just as I start going over my body again. Deft hands take the sponge from my hands. Firm strokes massage and tantalize me from neck to shoulder. Then the sponge is gone, and it’s just long fingers touching me.
“I’ve longed to touch you,” he whispers, his hard body pressing against mine as he caresses my breasts. Long tapered fingers caress my nipples, pinching them into points of pleasure.
“Ahh,” I gasp, that piercing sensation slicing through me. No one has ever touched my nipples like this. I bypass them when I seek to satisfy myself. Heat settles low in my belly as he continues to manipulate me. I come to my tiptoes, arching into his touch.
“Delicious, jameela.” Murmuring words of praise he presses his heavy dick between my bottom cheeks. Slowly gliding between them, he causes more heady sensations to spiral through me.
“Damn, I love that your ass is real,” he chuckles.
“You thought it was fake?” I give him a mean look over my shoulder.
He slides his dick in an upward motion that has my jaw dropping when I see his massive length emerging.
“Not anymore,” he murmurs, smacking my cheeks, watching them jiggle and shake.
“Damn, lil’mama,” he mutters, smacking it a few more times. We both watch as come spills from the head of his dick painting my ass.
Swiping the essence from the tip, he reaches forward, pressing the gooey drop between my lips. The tangy sweetness is novel to me. Wrapping my lips around his finger, I close my eyes. A little whimper escapes me. I open my eyes to see him eating me up visually.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Lyric.” Grabbing me by the neck, he drags me closer to take my lips. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, dominating every inch he comes into contact with. He makes me take his tongue. Then devours mine in return, spearing inside with an aggressive lashing. I’ve never been kissed like this. No matter how sweet or nasty they’ve been before, none compare to the way this man seeks to own me. He takes my mouth with a sensual onslaught that has me whimpering, damn near begging to be ruined.
“Fuck,” he growls, backing me into the glass wall.
My back is still to him. His dick is pressed between us. An insistent reminder of what is to come.
Releasing my mouth on a growl, he trails a path to my ear where he sucks my lobe and swirls inside, making my knees nearly buckle. His arms snakes around my waist, keeping me upright as he sucks the flesh of my neck into his mouth. The twinge of pain is barely noticed as he marks me as his. But just this one night, I remind myself.
Turning me so that my back is pressed to the glass, he cups and sucks my breasts. He devours them like it’s his last meal and he’s been starved.
Spearing my fingers into the lux curls of his hair, I hold him there, loving the way he lavishes my titties with attention. They are so sensitive from his earlier attention that I’m on my toes, trying to get every suck and nip of his cruel mouth. He sucks them together before pulling back.
“I’m going to fuck these pretty motherfuckers.” He dives back in, covering as much as of one into his mouth, sucking, before letting it pop free before giving the same attention to the other.
Dipping down, he sucks the flesh beneath each, leaving passion marks beneath.
“Giving me something to remember?” My voice sounds foreign to my ears — thready; like I’ve been yearning just for him. My heart catches with the wild smile he gives me in return before he sucks and nibbles a trail down my belly. No amount of exercise has flattened it. But you can’t outrun diet and as long as I can do my choreography I don’t let being curvy bother me, I embrace it. I love how I look. I know better than anyone how many men love my fatness. Case in point the prince that’s kneeling between thighs my right now.
My heart threatens to beat out of my chest as I watch Hassan begin to worship my pussy. Green eyes meet mine as he takes his first taste. I don’t move, don’t breathe as his tongue appears, and he takes a long, lascivious lick. Diving between my lips, he strokes my clit. His tongue swirls around it, lapping at my bud like I’m his best meal. Like he’s been deprived of me. I can’t help but think this is how it should be.
“Ohmygoodness.” Grasping his thick curls, I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or push him away. My flesh is so sensitive. He’s not giving me any mercy, he’s relentless in his attentions. Yet, he never seemed like a merciful motherfucker.
Trying to open my trembling legs to give him better access, I whisper my need, “More, Hassan, please, I need more.”
He presses a soft kiss on my mound. “I like how you ask so prettily.”
Taking my thigh over his shoulder, he buries his head deep. “I’m going to give you want you need.” Lashing my entrance with deep strokes of his tongue, he makes me shudder.
“Fuccck,” Groaning, I arch into the tongue fucking he’s giving me.
“Exactly,” he says against my aching flesh before he gives me the tongue lashing of my life. I press my body back, canting my hips into the rhythm he rings from me.
I ride his tongue. Reaching for the promise of his offering. I’m so close. Grinding against his mouth, I use him mercilessly. He slips a finger inside, pressing deep as he flicks my clit in tandem. Beat, beat, beating against my turgid little bud in a cadence all his own making.
His name is a prayer, cry and curse on my lips as the orgasm he gives me sends me over the edge. My body shakes and spasms as my essence spills from me. He pulls back, watching me as I start coming down, shaking his head in wonder, biting his bottom lip as he keeps pressing. Keeps finger fucking, then dives back in. Soon I’m in knots, coming again for him.
“Fuck yeah, jameela,” he praises as I shatter again for him.
Easing his fingers out, he sucks one clean. Rising, dick sprung hard between us as he presses his slick middle finger into my mouth, making me taste myself. My eyes widen. Never have I done anything like this.
After a moment, I suck my essence off his fingers. He leans in, taking it from my tongue.
“Do you like how sweet you are?” He asks, pulling back his brow quirked in curiosity.
“I like what you like — tonight.” I hurry to add, not wanting to give too much of myself to this man.
“You like pussy? You want a third?” He questions, I know, testing my boundaries. Already shaking my head. “I don’t share.” I hold his gaze letting him know just how firm that boundary is.
“Me either. Kneel.” He orders, taking half a step back.
Unbelievably, I do, pushing past the trash heap of memories, knowing I want this for me as much as it will please him. My terms, my pleasure, my fucking choice.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” Looking up, I see softness in his eyes for the first time tonight.
Something in me preens from his words, making me want to please him knowing that he powerfulness I feel being the arbiter and the sole source of his desire.
Slowly, I take him in hand pumping g his dick. A big dollop of come drips from his dick falling to my tongue just as I cover the tip with my mouth.
“Hot little fucking mouth,” He groans, giving me a little thrust.
I take him back then, farther still. He doesn’t press he lets me do what I will. A feeling of elation wraps around me as I pump and suck on the fulsome length of him. I can barely take half, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hand comes to rest on the crown of my head, but he only delves into my curls. The gentle pressure of his hand spurs me along. Soon the rhythm I’ve set has me taking him like a champ. I want this. The masculine musk of his sex coupled with the velvet steel of his length has my nipples budding as a pounding pressure builds in my sex. I’m slick with need for him.
“Get up.” Pulling me to my feet, turning and pressing me into the glass wall. Nudging my legs he whispers, “Bend for me.” I do. Looking over my shoulder, I stare into his eyes. “Yes, keep those pretty brown eyes on as I split this pretty ass pussy open.”
I’m caught in the magic of his gaze as he pushes inside of me with a deliciously aching glide.
“Fuck, Lyric. Your pussy’s so fucking tight.” I watch as his eyes roll as he grits against the pressure. “Push back on me, yes, that’s it lil’ mama, just like that. Good girl.” He encourages as he makes me take every inch of him in what seems like an endless drive.
“Damn girl,” he hisses. His abs flexing from the exertion.
I’ll never say I’m a quitter. But for a moment there, I don’t think I can take him.
“You okay?” The question coming out on a pant. For a moment I want to disconnect, but his words of concern bring me back.
“Yeah, I think so.” Even I can hear my uncertainty. His gaze holds so many questions. Questions I’m not ready to answer.
“Kiss me, Hassan, please,” I whimper.
Something crosses his features for a moment at the obvious vulnerability he hears, but he leans in anyway, taking my lips in the lovely gentleness of his kiss.
Inhaling his delicious scent, I lose myself in the beauty of it. As he tastes me like it’s the first time. As if I am something to be savored, treasured, cherished. His.
I let myself believe it because tonight — just for tonight it’s true.
Long moments pass as my body slowly accepts his. Then, with the mildest yet wildest tangle of tongues, we start moving together.
Our bodies glide in a sensual dance. He presses deep, nearly but not quite bottoming out. Then with a reverse move he slides out, only to return, bringing pleasure along with a little taste of pain.
Immediately, I feel him graze my spot with a shift of his hips.
“Ahh.” The cry escape me on its on volition.
“That’s it?” Comes the question as he drives more purposefully against it again.
“Yeah, yeah,” the words end on a breath as he robs me of words fucking me with an almost vicious relentlessness.
“Hassan,” pleading as he drives me to my tip toes, forcing me higher and higher as he fucks me into the glass of the shower. My eyes water.
“I like how you say my name,” he praises.
“Say it again.” Urging, his hips surging, our bodies slap into each other every time we meet.
My eyes are on him as his mouth curls into an almost cruel ferocity as he fucks me.
My ass jiggles and bounces from the sheer force of his thrusts.
“You got some good ass pussy, Empress.” His gaze cast a feral light as he uses my stage name.
“Come for me, sweetness.” Reaching around, he cups my flesh. Long fingers delve into my pussy. He made his command, but he takes his time playing with me with an almost lazy stroke. He fucks me with long surges, making me feel every inch, every curve of him.
“That’s it sparrow. Come like my good little song bird.”
My eyes roll because his words, more than anything, send me into the multiverse. I ascend to another plain of existence and it’s this mean motherfucker who says he doesn’t like me taking me there.
“Yes, fuck Lyric. The way your tight little kus squeezes me—” Thrusting hard, pushing into me over and over until he shouts my name as hot jets of his come fill me.
“Lyric.” Pressing kisses to my brow, he then takes my lips in a sweet kiss.
Easing out of me, he washes me and takes me to his bed.
One night that’s all he promises that’s all I want I tell myself after he loves on me all night and into the morning.