Chapter 6 Noble
“Put it in already!” she whined as she squirmed under my touch.
My tongue explored her warmth. I massaged her clit and ate her pussy until she’d cum twice. Then I continued to tease her. I needed to milk her of all her juices after the date we’d had.
“Noble, please!” she whimpered.
“Please what?” I asked as I took a moment to catch my breath.
“Put that dick in me now.” She pulled at my head.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I teased.
“Noble!”
“Stop yelling. I got you.”
I sat up and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
I looked down at her glistening pussy and licked my lips.
Sunni tasted like my favorite snack. She tasted sweet and savory at the same time.
Her scent was unique and intoxicating. If I could make a wax melt out of the shit, it’d burn throughout the house.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I slid into her at an upward angle. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her fingers curled around the comforter.
“Yes.” She hissed a reply as I slowly pulled out of her and repeated the thrusts into her.
Back and forth.
In and out.
Her juicy ass pussy was all the music I needed to let me know I was doing a damn good job of penetrating her wetness. Sunni had the best pussy I’d ever had. To connect with her on an intimate level and have her body as a reward was a privilege I wouldn’t take lightly.
Amid our lovemaking, my mind humbled me.
She had a hit on her.
How could I plan forever with a woman I barely knew? How could I fall in love with a woman hitmen wanted to kill? How could I adequately do my job now that I’d tied my heart into the equation?
Everything we’d done directly went against everything they had indoctrinated me to believe. How could I properly keep her safe when I lost myself when I was with her? The world around me disappeared when I looked into her soft brown eyes.
Those same soft brown eyes pulled me back into the moment. Our bodies pressed together. Every breath we took felt like we shared a breathing system. She was my source of life. She was my heart in human form. I’d do whatever I had to—no matter how ridiculous it was—to keep her safe.
“Noble, I’m so close, baby.”
“Good. Cum for me. Cum on what belongs to you.”
Her eyes twinkled. “That’s my dick?”
“Forever and always.”
She shook in my arms before she blurted out a string of curse words. Streams of her cum coated my dick. The suction of her pussy around my length sent me over the edge.
“I’m finna . . .”
“Nut in me.”
There she went again, telling me to do something irresponsible when neither of us were ready for the consequences. But tonight, I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t fight what my body wanted to do.
“Fuck.”
I released deep inside of her. Each stream of cum milked her walls until she couldn’t hold it anymore. I pulled out of her and groaned deep from my gut.
“We better think about baby names because why did you have so much nut built up inside of you like that?” Sunni’s question made me laugh.
“Nah, don’t put the blame on me. You are the one who told me to do it when you’ve got a crazy gripper. Matter fact, write all the names of every man who has ever touched you.”
Sunni lifted her head to throw a squinted gaze my way. “Why?”
“So I can kill any nigga who had that before me, so I’ll be the only nigga alive who can say they’ve had it.”
She giggled. “Noble, please shut up.”
“I’m dead ass serious, Sunni. You got the type of pussy that will make a nigga lose his mind in.”
“That’s not a good thing.”
“It’s not, because I’ll go to jail or hell for you.”
“You know what . . . I’m finna block you.”
“No, you’re not.”
I stood and stretched my body. Sunni mimicked my action and let out a shriek.
“This feels wild as hell. It’s literally dripping down my leg.” She spread her legs and bent her knee and did a sort of crab walk into her bathroom.
I chuckled and shook my head with amusement as I followed closely behind her. I turned on the shower while she gathered the towels. Then we took a hot shower together. I washed myself, and I scattered kisses along her back before I cleaned the remnants of my cum off her body.
“I could’ve washed myself.”
“I know.” I continued to rub the towel across her skin.
“Now, when I say I love you because you’re so kind and tender with me, then what?”
“I’d say I love you too.”
She turned around so quickly, I thought she was going to fall. “Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
She squealed. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
She got down on her knees in the shower and peered up at me. The freckles across her nose were my favorite feature on her face. Though they did nothing to hide the mischievous smirk on her sexy ass lips.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you to hit the dangle-ly thing in the back of my throat.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Hush. I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”
“Show out then, baby.”
I turned the shower off and let her have her way with me. She held my length in her hands and wrapped her lips around my tip. She did a double hand motion while she sucked as much of my length into her mouth as she could.
“Shit.”
I placed my hand on the bathroom tile as she continued to do her magic. She had a powerful mouthpiece, and I wasn’t expecting it at all. Usually, women had one or the other, but Sunni had the two-for-one special.
“Mmm.” The vibrations of her moans were euphoric to my ears. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build in my core. She’d stretched her throat enough for my full length and massaged my balls while she milked my dick of all my cum.
“Fuck, babe.”
“And now he’s calling me babe. Lord, if you don’t want me to walk tomorrow, please, just say that.”
We both shared a laugh before I helped her up onto her feet. We started the shower again. This time, we were both too spent to fool around anymore.
“I’m going to go talk to Mr. Stone.”
“About what?” Sunni’s gaze met mine as she slid into a pair of panties and a large graphic T-shirt.
“Us.”
She smiled. “Really?”
I nodded. “I need him to know things have changed drastically, and I can’t sit around twiddling my thumbs. I don’t want to wait for another attack. I want to locate and take care of everybody involved with putting you in danger.”
Sunni’s smile fell into a deep frown. “Noble.”
I shook my head. “Nah. I don’t want to hear any of your protests on the matter. This is the only way I know how to handle the situation to give us a peace of mind while we build a life together.”
Sunni let out a sound that I couldn’t quite describe. “You’re about to do all this and still haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend for real is kinda crazy.”
“I need to make it out of the first part of the plan before I try to make anything official. Can’t have you mourning me if I end up dead.”
Sunni’s smile fell into a deep frown again. “Why would you say that?”
“I can’t sugarcoat reality, baby. There are real dangers involved here. Death is the only thing I can guarantee, whether it’s mine for trying to protect you or theirs.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
I nodded. “Okay. Get some rest. I’ll be back when I’m done with my meeting.”
“Whatever.”
Her attitude was palpable. She climbed into bed and rolled over so her back was to me.
She had her phone in her hand and didn’t look my way again.
It didn’t bother me, though. My lifestyle desensitized me to death.
It was something unavoidable. It was the only thing that made sense.
We lived and we died. What we did in the borrowed time we had was up to us.
The moon was high in the sky when I entered Stone Manor. I followed the familiar path to Mr. Stone’s office. I didn’t care to look at my surroundings. I had one thing on my mind.
“Thank you for seeing me this late into the night, Mr. Stone.”
He nodded as he shook my hand. “I assumed this was in relation to the job, so of course I made time for you. Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you. I want to keep this short and simple.”
“Good with me.”
We took seats at his desk. I was used to the room being full of men. With just the two of us in the room, I could hear the deep ticking of the grandfather clock on the far-right wall. Had I not been confident in who I was as a man, the aged clock would have spooked me.
I took a deep breath. “I’m tired of the waiting game.
I’m tired of sitting on my hands waiting for the next attack instead of being aggressive with my approach.
I want to get a team together to go directly after the whole organization—including the nigga in prison calling all the shots.
I know once I handle them, no one else would ever be stupid enough to bother either of you. ”
“I am not opposed to the aggressive route. Let me get some of my contacts on the line to keep us both protected legally. What sparked this change of events?”
I rubbed my hands together. “In all honesty, I have caught feelings for your daughter. I can’t adequately do my job with my heart involved.”
His eyes narrowed. “You have feelings for Sunni?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. The only reason I’m sharing this now is because I respect you as a man and a father. I never thought things would progress the way they did, but I want to do it all the right way.”
Mr. Stone remained silent for a long moment.
His eyes bore into me like he was on a search to find something incriminating in my soul.
I didn’t let my gaze waver either, though.
I was surer about being with Sunni and doing what I had to get the hit removed than anything in my life.
I was going to do it anyway, but the circumstances around why had changed.
Finally, he stood and walked around to the bar in the far-left corner.
He grabbed two clear glasses, dropped three ice cubes in each cup, and filled them halfway with an amber colored liquor.
The aroma of the warm, woodsy alcohol made my nose wrinkle.
I wasn’t a dark liquor man, but tonight I would be.
“Every father waits on bated breath for this moment. There are hundreds of thoughts marching through our minds. Is this man worthy of dating my daughter? Is he someone I can see sharing a spot on my family tree? Would he protect my baby girl through whatever life throws their way?”
Mr. Stone swirled the rich liquor in his glass and looked off into the distance. I remained silent, giving him the space to guide the conversation how he deemed fit.
“I trusted you with her life before your feelings were involved. You gave me an oath. You told me you would die for her before you let anything happen to her. I would be a fool not to trust you with her heart. Please do not make me regret this decision.”
The corners of my mouth pulled into a small, subtle smile. I nodded once. “I will not make you regret this.”
We lifted our glasses and shared a drink together.
Never in my life did I think I would have a moment like this—getting the approval from Mr. Stone to cordially date his daughter. People from my walk of life rarely got moments like this. My peers barely lived to fall in love.
I couldn’t fumble the opportunity.