Chapter 11
Gripping Fayth’s thighs, I bury my face in her pearl like she’s hiding a gem, causing her back to arch off the bed.
Her moans echo around the room, fueling my need to have her nectar alter my taste buds.
Getting a room at a hotel on the way home hadn’t been the plan, but denying Fayth isn’t something I’m open to doing.
The minute the fireworks went off at closing time for the park, Fayth’s grin broke free.
Her excitement for this aftermath had her practically dragging me to the car, and all I could do was laugh and let her lead the way.
A promise had been a promise, and this woman would never have a reason to call me a liar. Not to mention how hard it’s been to focus on everything but sex when we’ve been around each other. Now, I’m in control, and bringing her to pleasure is the only agenda I have.
“Q-Q-Quintyn—” Her hands attempt to haphazardly flail as she tries to touch any part of me she can reach.
“I got you, Lay,” I whisper, which causes her to shatter when my mouth reconnects with her clit. Slurping Fayth’s pussy has me harder than Chinese arithmetic, yet I’m too gone to slow my determination to drink every drop entering my mouth.
Fayth’s back bows off the bed, and her mouth hangs open on a broken cry. Releasing her legs, I crawl up her body before lining my dick with her entrance. My breath hitches upon seeing the dreamy inward gaze in Fayth’s eyes.
“Quin—”
Leaning in, I kiss her gently before she sucks my lips in her mouth, removing the lingering juices while moaning lowly. My dick throbs, causing me to slide into what instantly feels like heaven on earth.
“Damn,” I grumble.
“Ooh, baby,” Fayth counters.
Her eyes become hazy, and her mouth is slightly ajar, causing me to slowly move in and out of her, savoring the feeling of her tight yet warm walls. Fayth’s legs wrap around my waist reflexively, and her hands grip my shoulders.
“Tell me this pussy is mine, Lay.” My movements are slow and calculated while my eyes peer intently into hers.
My chest feels weighty, my limbs are heavy, and my senses are beginning to dull, yet losing sight of what’s happening is fruitless.
The racing of my pulse, hammering in my chest, and electrical jolt from our connection have me desperate for security.
Water fills Fayth’s eyes which restricts my breathing and forces me to affirm both of us.
“Let go with me. I need you. In a crowded room of people, you will always be the one to draw me near. When the sun recedes and darkness falls, you will be the beacon that brings light to my world. It’s only us.”
My declaration to Fayth has my heart singing and an intense hyper-awareness flowing through my body.
Stroking deeper and heavier, I bite my bottom lip to contain the moan threatening when Fayth becomes wetter, and her moans grow louder.
Feeling her walls clench, I stroke harder, hitting her G-spot.
That addictive spot that causes her to cream on my dick.
“Oh my God! It’s yours. It’s yours, Quintyn,” Fayth cries out, causing me to break as my dick jerks and spits like an old car. Pulling out is impossible as my dick splashes her walls within minutes.
“Shit! I fucking love you, Lay.” Kissing her aggressively, I reel in the pleasure surging through my body, causing me to shake like a leaf.
While expressing myself amid our initial coupling might appear ill-timed, I couldn’t keep the words within me. The minute my dick entered Fayth, the decision was made to plunge into the abyss of whatever happens next.
“I love you too.” The sluggish tone of Fayth’s delivery matches the fatigue shining in her eyes.
“How about a nap and then round two?”
“Mm. Deal.”
Fayth’s pussy got my soul screaming for a repeat while my mind begs me to lock her down. Consequences be damned.
“Why are you gripping the neck of that bottle like that?” Sharif’s inquiry cuts into my thoughts, forcing me to return to the present.
Sharif, Roman, and I are hanging out to catch up due to Sharif returning to town with an unknown timeframe on how long he’s staying.
“It’s probably because he’s been dodging me and the chicks who could remove the backup in his dick,” Roman says.
Nah, it’s the fact that your sister and her pussy have me in a chokehold.
Or the fact that keeping Fayth a secret while entertaining you feels disrespectful to my love .
Wordlessly, I lift the bottle to my lips and take a healthy drink to silence the thoughts ringing loudly.
Roman and I have been friends too long for me to hide the woman I’m with but here I am. I feel like a fucking fraud.
“Oh, let me find out you’re in a drought,” Sharif adds.
Not hardly, but I’m not about to pillow talk about Fayth while pretending it’s not her.
“I’m cooling, man. What’s up with you, though?” Changing the subject is imperative to my sanity.
No matter how bad I feel about keeping it from Roman, I can’t walk away from Fayth.
Feeling heat on my face, I shift my gaze from Sharif to Roman, whose intense gaze and twisting mouth increase my pulse.
This shit is so wrong, but damn if being with Fayth doesn’t feel like divine intervention or the missing link in my life.
“What?” I ask Roman.
“I’m just wondering how the two people closest to me have been acting funny style with me lately. First, Fayth, by turning off her location, and now you. Did I piss in your Wheaties or something, bro?” Roman barks.
“Man, if you don’t get your emotional ass out of here.” Laughing, I wave Roman off as Sharif joins in, yet Roman doesn’t.
“I’m serious though. You’ve been home a minute. This is only the second time we’ve kicked it. Had this nigga not come home, you probably would still be icing me and shit. What’s good?” Roman asks.
“Maybe I’m not the one dealing with a backed-up dick. Ain’t nothing going on. I’ve been working and trying to get reacclimated to being home. We’re straight, so chill,” I tell Roman, taking another drink of my beer.
“Hm. How is Sunshine? It’s funny that her ass ain’t really been talking to me, but I saw your car in her driveway last night,” Roman continues, and my chest hammers from my lapse in forgetting to pull into the garage.
“Oh. She’s straight. A few of her lightbulbs were out. She said she couldn’t get a hold of you or something like that,” I provide, using the lie I told Fayth I would use the first time I was at her house.
“No the fuck she didn’t. I ain’t talked to her lying ass. This shit is crazy. Why didn’t you call me? You know I take care of Sunshine’s needs,” Roman grumbles.
“Damn, bro. Let your sister breathe. That’s probably why she didn’t call you. You’re sitting here acting like a jilted lover or something. This ain’t a good look. I’m sure Quintyn had it and got little sis squared away,” Sharif interjects before I can answer Roman.
Getting Fayth taken care of had been the understatement of the century when I happily fucked her to sleep and left to avoid being caught knee-deep in her pussy, which sounds probable from learning about Roman’s impromptu drive by.