Chapter 4
Four
I watched her straddle the toilet while rinsing the soap from the washcloth I used to clean my dick. The act of washing her feminine essence off me didn’t feel natural. Hayden had been quiet as she patiently squatted over the toilet, allowing my seeds to seep from her. That felt like rejection in my warped mind.
“Are you sure you don’t want to shower?”
Her truth-telling eyes swept across the bathroom. “In your office?”
I snorted with a grin. “A bathroom is a bathroom. Isn’t it?”
“Do you do this a lot?”
“What?”
“Have sex in here?”
I smiled. “I’ve never had sex in my bathroom.”
Annoyed, Hayden blinked. “No. No,” she stammered. “Not in your bathroom. Your office.”
“No, Hayden. I’ve never fucked in this office.”
I watched her eyes rotate to the wall ahead of her. After finishing up myself, I pulled out a fresh washcloth and placed it next to a bar of soap. Hayden wiped herself and flushed the toilet. I backed away from the sink to give her room and went about arranging my clothes.
As she scooted past me for the sink, Hayden giggled nervously. “You’re giving off conversant vibes with this activity and proximity.”
I shrugged, feeling amazing and knowing she had something to do with it. “It feels that way with you. Now, tell me. What type of funding is your organization in need of? How many funders are you supposed to have?”
She soaped her washcloth under the running faucet. “In the non-profit world, your goals and objectives determine how much funding you need. The bigger your target audience is, the more money you conceivably need. In the case of Christ Cares , we have about eight donors who have supported our goals and objectives over the past three years. Not all contribute the same, but all are essential.”
“And you need more?”
“Yes.”
“Because Christ Cares is expanding its goals and objectives?”
“No. Because some sponsors donate based on your existing financial stakeholders. They want to see other funding sources, which promotes confidence in their giving. Like I told you, we’ve lost our biggest one. If I don’t replace them in the next few weeks, my entire organization will be at risk of shutting down within the next year or so.”
“Once your current donors find out?”
“Correcto,” she sang. “And now you see how many fires I need to address in my life?” Hayden expressed with sarcasm.
As my mind reeled, I murmured, “Well, I’m happy you found it important enough to put out the one with me.”
Hayden froze, staring at me through the mirror. Her eyes. They alerted me to the activity of her mind. “When are you going to read the results?”
I sidled up next to her and bit her ear with my lips. “I’m not ready for you to leave. Hang out with me today.”
I watched as her attention left me in the mirror because Hayden pivoted to face me. “And what does that entail?”
Kissing her neck, I answered, “Being with me for the rest of the day. I’ll drive you back up North. I promise to feed you.” My lips pressed into her beating carotid artery. “Maybe I’ll even throw in one of those messy orgasms.”
Hayden busted out laughing but caught herself quickly and whipped her head to cover her mouth with an arm. The washcloth was still in her hands. “Stop, Ishaan,” she attempted a convincing tone.
I smiled at her lack of defense to my charm in the moment. “Please.”
Her eyes closed and I could feel her take a deep breath. “How do you know Kenny?”
My gaze met hers in the mirror. Hayden may have been falling for my charm, but the woman was not playing about the incident with Rob. She didn’t falter, communicating another boundary.
I backed away, taking in a deep breath while I conjured a palatable truth for her. Landing on the wall across from Hayden, I used the knuckle of my index finger and the pad of my thumb to rub the space between my bottom lip and chin.
Fuck it …
“Robert Whitter, aka Rob Whitter, aka Rob White, aka Bobby White, aka Bob Whitehead, aka Lewis Brown, aka Rashid Brown, aka…” I paused to measure my tone. I didn’t want Hayden to think I was being an ass. “…Kenny…?”
Her eyes fell and she licked her lips. “ Bruh —Brown,” she stuttered, rolling her eyes.
“Kenny Brown is a fuckin’ spawn from the pits of inferno regions, arriving to the world through his mother’s cunt.” She blinked hard through the mirror, body still suspended while the water ran. “I’m just trying to figure out when did he flip.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’d been working as a host at Kimya’ , one of the?—”
“Who?”
“ Kimya’ . It means chemistry in Arabic. It’s one of the most popular clubs here at KAHRI . I poured a lot of money into that place not too long after we opened the resort. I had a vision for its success and clientele. I could initiate it, but there was no way I could maintain the monster I’d created. It stalled my other projects.
“So, my team went into an intense search for party promoters. I needed more than one. And the talent had to be superb. We rounded up twenty candidates within two weeks, some coming from the hottest clubs in the U.S. and Canada. The nigga scored so high in all of the screening rounds and exercises, he beat all the elimination processes and ranked number two. After all, he was considered the party king at Hampton U .”
“ Hampton ?” Her face opened in shock. “Kenny went to a small school in South Carolina. Columbia, I think.”
I supplied what I believed was a gentle smirk. “A spawn has many layers, Boo-baby.” Reaching out to her, I stroked Hayden’s soft chin before continuing. “My background checks are pretty thorough. Not only was I able to verify he attended Hampton through school records, but my team was able to contact people adjacent to him on campus and, more specifically, in the party circuit. I have the chronological steps of his footprints since leaving Virginia, and I can assure you, it doesn’t include Columbia, South Carolina for school, at least.”
Hayden appeared dumbfounded, mouth open, forehead pinched, and eyes swinging back and forth. After a few seconds in her stupor, she continued the task of washing up. I gave her time to digest what I’d just given her, although watching her swelled my dick all over again.
When Hayden was ready, she mumbled, “That doesn’t explain your violent energy toward him in Harlem two weeks ago.”
“Oh. That.” Mentally, I rolled my eyes. If Hayden defined that extraction of Rob’s meddling ass as violence, then she’d confirmed my reason for remaining single all these years. I’d seen and done shit that would haunt her for life. Shit . There were still episodes I thought I’d moved past but would sneak into my subconscious some nights, disrupting sound sleep.
“Rob did solid work for me as a host, promoter, and KAHRI ambassador. But being overly ambitious, or going fuckin’ rogue, the cat began getting acquainted with more than potential patrons for Kimya’ and the resort. He found himself in the presence of one of our nefarious neighbors here.”
“Which is?” Hayden asked, wringing out the washcloth.
“A known Italian family.”
She froze. “As in the mafia? The mafia? Like a crime family?” I nodded. “Be for real—” Hayden shrunk. Then her pretty face wrinkled in confusion. “You’re serious?”
Instead of affirming again, I explained, “The mafia isn’t as robust in number and power as it once was.” I shrugged. “But they certainly hold their space where they rule and can get dangerous for the right, unsuspecting, uncovered person. He wasn’t authorized to interact with them. Rob acted outside of his assignment and attempted to create an alliance where this particular family would have an irresponsible amount of access to our property.”
“Irresponsible how?”
“Dark shit.”
“How dark?”
“Human trafficking.”
“Human traffic?—”
“Sex workers.”
Hayden sucked in a breath, lashes beating as she bit her lips together.
It was the prostitution mention.
I chuckled. “It’s all good. Calm down.”
“I mean…” She reached for her thong I’d folded in the corner of the vanity. Keeping her attention from me, Hayden stepped into each side of her panties, using the sink as an anchor. “I fucked up. I should have corrected you when you thought I was a prostitute. Clearly, it’s something you deal with a lot in your line of work.”
Rubbing my chin, I scoffed, “Yeah. It seems to be a running theme.”
She sighed, “Look…”
“The dress.”
“What about it?”
“It’s a reason for you to trust me.”
Her head reared. “How?”
“I told you the dress would fit and amazingly so.”
“And?”
“And now you have to trust me moving forward. I want you to go away with me.”
“Ishaan? I see the planet you live on. I’m in a different orbit—one where I have to work for a living. You said you put out fires for a living while making sure people have a good time and are safe while doing it. Right?” I nodded, switching my stance over her. “Well, I’m in a level five alarm right now at work. I have to find money, or the lights will be cut off.”
With mastered aplomb, I studied her ruffled energy. That’s when I decided to leave the bathroom. I made my way over to my desk where I composed an email to the chief financial officer of ADJ Enterprise with an inquiry. As I was finishing up, Hayden was leaving the bathroom. Nervously, I stood.
“Just the rest of the day,” I called out to her.
As she reached for her purse, Hayden peered up to me with confusion.
I rubbed my lips together then reached into my pocket for lip balm. With nervous energy, I repositioned my request. “Spend the day with me.” I shrugged pathetically. “I told you about what’s going on with Rob. Hang out with me. Just today.”
Hayden stood straight. Her eyes swept down my torso. I caught when her jaw twisted, lips pouted, and then her tongue brushed over them. She rolled her eyes away from me. Torn. Boo-baby was conflicted. And I was fucking thrilled.
His avid hands roved over my shoulders and down my arms as we stood in the shower near the warm, cascading water. Ishaan’s touch was far from innocuous. It was infectious. As silly as it seemed, having his hands on me awakened my femininity. It made me feel empowered as a woman. And while his unapologetic erection was glaringly present, his physical attention truly humanized me. I had to question the selection of men I’d dated in the past. Did they demonstrate passion like this? Did they care? Was I important enough for them to care? I mean … I wasn’t important to Ishaan either and he had the ability to trick my mind into thinking I was some level of special. Desired.
“Have a seat,” he graveled, pointing to the bench.
I toed across his rather large shower I’d been in back in March and took a seat. Ishaan’s gloriously naked body was easy to view.
His defined muscles …
What was even more amazing was what I’d witnessed over the past two and a half hours of shadowing the COO as he finished his workday. I was…impressed by his business acumen—his confidence and know-how of the various spaces he led. He arranged for another golf cart to tow me around. Today, it was necessary due to the extra weight I was carrying on high heels, unlike in Vegas.
The first stop was a meeting with chefs from two of the high-end restaurants on the property. One was a steakhouse, and the other was an African and Caribbean fusion. Ishaan’s volume was controlled, spine stiff, and tone unwavering, revealing his helmed status in the room. He demanded more coverage in the kitchen and dining rooms. As I sat quietly in the corner of a conference room, Ishaan discussed how the Afro-Caribbean fusion chef was out sick recently, and the struggle to find a replacement because of both chefs’ territorial natures.
My wanna-be-baby’s daddy was an unrecognizable energy of authority at the table of five. He cut off pleas and pushes for more time to address said issue with a casual lifting of his hand. The COO had made a call and that was the end of it, and, coincidentally, the end of the meeting. We left a disgruntled culinary group in our wake as he and Munchie boarded the golf cart for the next destination.
The second destination was a small surprise appreciation moment from the cleaning staff of one of the towers. There was a dozen or more gathering in a business suite of their respective tower. Apparently, this segment of the cleaning staff struggled for several quarters with swift room and suite turnovers for check-in and overall competency as a team. According to one of the most outspoken of the group, instead of firing them all, Ishaan worked hard with the managers and brought in a master trainer for forensic investigation and coaching.
The women and two men were of all shades, sizes, and apparent ages. The joy in their eyes when Ishaan, Munchie, and an assistant entered the room was one for the books. There were cupcakes, sparkling apple cider, and party blowers. One woman acted as the spokesperson, expressing their gratitude to “Mr. Patterson.” She was rather emotional with a shaky voice while doing it. Her peers were right behind with unequivocal head nods, pats on the chests, and utterances of agreement.
At some point in the quick celebration, a few in the group broke out into a chant. They sang a ditty and included a two-step dance. Some were shy and had to be coaxed to engage in a jig. But when, eventually, Ishaan was invited to participate, anxiousness covered me. He was the tallest and stiffest in the room by stature alone. Ishaan’s crisp gray suit and white dress shirt sans a tie wore like a seasoned man, tenured in corporate America. His long, box braids and the way he fucked me into the quickest orgasms to date were not.
I gasped when I saw the taller woman, close to my height, reach for him while dancing and reciting a chant I was unfamiliar with. Munchie giggled nervously while readjusting her trustee cardigan. My eyes shot wide when I saw her boss pretend he was covering his eyes while swaying his shoulders and hips rhythmically. The small group hooted, but it seemed in a familiar manner. Had they seen the COO this loose before? Was that the type of relationship he had with them? Likely not, based on Munchie’s anxious energy. She wasn’t visibly as comfortable as her boss.
But damn was it cute when he removed his hand from his eyes and beamed freely, exposing his impeccable dental work. The man was so fucking fine, it was lethal. He smiled at the woman he danced with and the other trying to cut into their groove. Ishaan was gracious in giving her the attention she was seeking. I watched, amazed, seeing a different side of my wanna-be-baby’s daddy as I held my jolting belly. Ishaan kept the silliness short, needing to move on to his next task.
Minutes later, he was meeting with the grounds staff. I watched his diplomatic approach to the supervisor’s pushes of acquiring particular products for disinfecting and outdoor fertilization. Unlike the cleaning staff earlier, the men and women here appeared somewhat agitated but kept their arguments professional as they stood tall with flexing jaws and pinched brows. Ishaan may have led the meeting, but he also had to control the boiling energy in the room. In the end, he signed off on their demands. This crew didn’t seem as elated or festive to his yielding. After a while, we left them to their brooding.
When I thought he had yet another meeting, we were parked in front of the frosted glass doors of KAHRI’s office of operations, the place I’d sat waiting for my meeting with Ishaan a few hours ago. I trailed behind Ishaan to his office while ten people called for his and Munchie’s attention. When we made it inside, Ishaan pointed to the conference table where we’d eaten lunch, bringing my attention to a beautiful array of cheeses, meats, fruits, nuts, crackers, jellies, and spreads. I understood the assignment right away and headed straight to the restroom in his office to wash my hands. As Ishaan made several calls to close his “office day,” I contented myself and the baby by feasting on Ishaan’s thoughtfulness.
Then we ended up here in his suite at the resort. He asked if I wanted to shower with him before his next appointment. I wanted to ask what more could his day possibly consist of. Instead, my curious ass agreed.
And now, he’s here washing my feet …
He paid me a cursory glance while rubbing a soapy scrub against my foot. “Are you comfortable?”
I exhaled, “Too comfortable.”
His head lifted again. Eyes narrowing, a sneaky smile curved his cheeks. “What does that mean?”
I shrugged, feeling silly. “I’m here.” I gestured around the shower with my eyes. “With you.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Me either. I came down here today to save my program?—”
“And to see me.”
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, “And to see you. Yes. But I’ve done that, and here I am. Naked in your shower.” I grabbed my belly. “Naked at seven months of pregnancy.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m two people right now.” My hand roved over my pouch.
“You’re so damn sexy this way, Hayden. Please don’t feel self-conscious around me. You said you were comfortable.”
“Again: I’m too comfortable!” I laughed, though not believing this shit to be humorous at all. “Look at my toes. I’m between pedicure appointments.” I sighed, “It’s always this way with you. You walk into your pantry to find me sneaking food. The next thing I know, I’m hiding from your son while squirting near the cereal. You walk into the lobby of a casino and assume I’m a prostitute. Then I end up being your whore. Twice. It’s too much and…” Gazing directly into his eyes, I admitted, “I’m too comfortable in unconventional scenarios with you. This isn’t…me.”
His hands slowed at my feet. For a split second, Ishaan peered, what felt deep, into me. Ishaan’s dark eyes narrowed. “Shit. I’m doing it.” Before I could decide if I wanted to ask, he continued. “I haven’t accepted accountability for two weeks ago.” He paused briefly, attention returning to the scrub at my toes. Then Ishaan scoffed, “Dr. Patterson would have my ass. I haven’t accepted accountability for my shit in the restaurant.”
Why the fuck did my heart jut in my chest?
“I see how crazy?—”
“Traumatizing,” I whispered humbly in correction.
A heavy breath left his lungs. “I jumped the gun, too. I asked you to be mine, knowing damn well I don’t know a damn thing about having a lady. It’s been so easy for me to go without one for so many years.”
“Not that I’ve been looking for a guy myself, but why haven’t you?”
“Work. It’s been my main focus. When I need fulfillment, I have the resorts, security outfit, my aviation operations, and Mehki.”
“What about when you need…” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know shit about relationships, but I’ve heard men who work hard reference their down time. And not just for sex. Just a nice landing ‘mind’ to share a space with.”
“When I need nurturing, I have my mother. She wears her white coat, so to speak, too often, but hey: what parent is perfect? She works with me. Supports me with my son. Has helped with his mental and emotional development while I’m out of the house working.”
I nodded my understanding. “That leaves just one thing.” He glanced up my way again. “Your sexual needs. Is that where I come in?” I joked.
“Work with me here, Hayden.”
I swallowed hard. “I’m trying. I’m here, aren’t I?”
His expression was hopeless as he gazed my way again, rubbing his lips together. “And you’re beautiful, sooo damn articulate and accomplished. You’re incredibly sexy, too.” He tossed his chin toward my bulging belly. “Even like this. Your body’s perfect. Your pussy’s my favorite.” Ishaan shrugged with his lips and murmured, “Pregnant Hayden drives me fuckin’ wild.”
My eyes swept away, flustered. “Fucking hormones,” I whispered under the shooting water.
“It’s cool,” his voice and aura were so soothing.
He was so self-assured, so passionate, so confident— such a damn conundrum .
“Thanks.” I took a deep breath and fought for a smile. “But I can’t be yours. Like…the prospect sounds so fucking tempting, but every day— all throughout the day —I feel kicks in my womb.” I grabbed my baby bump. “I’m displaced, living in my cousin’s home. Work has been critical. And the way you and I met makes this thing so complicated. Ishaan, I’ll be giving birth in less than three months.”
“I know,” he calmly stated while lifting my other foot to scrub.
“And I didn’t get pregnant on my own.”
He scoffed, eyes glimmering all of a sudden, “I know that, too.”
“This isn’t conventional at all. I’m still processing being pregnant and without a…”
Ishaan shook his head softly, the tips of his braids over his head in a man bun of sorts. “You’ve not been alone. At my fuckin’ detriment, I’ve been trying to get you to see that. You’re not alone with this.”
I sighed, sitting back on the bench, “Ishaan…” I exhaled again. “This cat and mouse game about the paternity results is wearing my ass out.”
His head reared and eyes blinked hard. “You, too?” I spat out laughter. “Because we can go right to your phone to give you all the answers you need.”
“And what about your answer?” Humor still lining my throat.
“I asked you to be mine. Sounds to me like you’ve changed your mind.”
“Because it’s so inconsequential to my condition.”
His smile was wicked. “Who said so?”
“You don’t mind being in a relationship with a woman giving birth to another man’s baby?”
Ishaan stood and reached for the brushed nickel, corded shower head. He rinsed the fleeting bubbles from my feet. Then he guided me out of the massive shower and onto a plush mat and handed me a towel. I tried to avoid watching him as he dried his lengthy body while attending to mine. Ishaan won me out in speed because, suddenly, I felt a yank of my towel as he pulled it from me to dry my back, legs, and feet. He gently wrapped the towel around me similar to how he did with the sheet the first time I’d been here at his place in Atlantic City.
My lungs seized when he dipped and leaned over to scoop me into his arms. I chirped, alarmed by the swift movement.
“Calm down. I don’t want to drop you,” Ishaan’s delivery was coated with authority. “I don’t want your feet touching the floor.”
I tried to relax. He was carrying two human beings from the bathroom into his bedroom. He lay me on the bed, and I watched him rearrange the pillows on the bed.
“Scoot up.” I did as he asked, holding on to the towel. “You don’t need that.” Ishaan stood straight at the side of the bed.
With nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his dick seemed strained by the cloth. His stark, glistening body ink, beginning with the eagle at his neck, were all intimidating from this vantage point. Losing the towel, I sat back on the pillows, watching him move to the bottom of the bed. I squirmed so bad, I tried to make it seem as though I was readjusting myself on the gang of pillows.
“You comfortable?”
Sucking in my bottom lip, I nodded. Seconds later, Ishaan’s long frame leaned over and crawled up the bed like a prowling jaguar. His eyes were low and stapled to mine. His face disappeared behind my belly, and I lurched when his velvety tongue caressed my pelvic line. It roved up to my belly button and down to my cleavage. He didn’t stop until he stroked my chin and landed on my lips.
So aroused, I met his mouth hungrily and sucked in his tongue. A moan from his belly sprinkled over my face and I took him at the hairy cheeks. His strong, ropey arms caged me, holding his torso suspended and off my belly. He felt so damn amazing, making me wonder how I never realized the benefit of intimacy a man is capable of bringing to me. I’d had sex with men, but had I ever been intimate with them? Had I felt such liberty when naked around them? Probably not. I didn’t trust men. Period. And that was what made sex with Ishaan so palpable and easy. He was able to trick me into thinking his passion was exclusively for me.
“ Mmmm …” he groaned into my mouth. A sensation tickled my lip when he pulled away from my mouth. Ishaan stood straight on his knees, the towel still intact around his tapered waist as he gazed down at me. “You’re so fuckin’ amazing, Hayden. You’re extremely beautiful, independent, educated, and fearless. Damn, you’re fearless,” he whispered.
I wondered what that meant. Fearless? Why that adjective? But I was too far gone in my arousal to ask. Ishaan grabbed my right leg, lifting it toward his face. His fingers thrummed my inner thighs, moving closer to my crying pussy. My eyes closed in shame of my impatience.
“What’re you thinking?” he asked lowly.
“You don’t wanna know.”
“I do. Please.”
I took a beat before confessing, “How different my life would be if Mehki’s mother was still alive.” Ishaan’s hands froze. Panic rang out in my chest. “I don’t mean to dampen the mood. I swear, I’m not morbid.” Slowly, his eyes narrowed, and cheeks lifted. Then Ishaan scoffed. “What I meant was you would likely still be with her.” Then I thought. “Well, maybe not.” My hands went to my hilly belly. I would have never encountered Ishaan back in February if he’d been in a relationship. Unless … “Were you a cheater? Like when you engaged in relationships with women: did you cheat?”
“As a kid, yeah.”
“But not with Mehki’s mother…if you don’t mind me asking.”
Ishaan snorted, hands moving again. “His mother and I had a documented history on the matter.”
“Oh,” I chirped. “Then maybe…” I rubbed my belly, mind racing against his arousing touch.
“Maybe what?”
I shook my head, ready to kill the conversation. “Nothing. My thought was if she were still here, she wouldn’t want to share your intimacy with any other woman.”
“And what would that mean to you?” Ishaan took my big toe into his mouth and swiped it with his slippery tongue.
The man was nasty as fuck. It felt sensual and coarse at the same time. Inappropriate. Was it? Then he added my second toe and eventually stroked his tongue between the two lewdly. My eyelids collapsed and spine arched. His big hand rubbed the base of my foot with pressure. The contrast in sensations had my palms clenching the bedding. Not too soon into this explorative act, I decided I liked it. I enjoyed having my toes sucked. He nibbled on each one, rousing me to dangerous temperatures. His kneading never left the ball of my foot. It loosened my hips, having me open wide for his viewing.
Out of nowhere, his mouth pulled from my toes and his free left hand swiped up my slit, caressing my clit in reproof. That had me moaning, “ Ohhh …”
“Be still, Hayden.”
I panted, “I’m sorry. It just…” Feels so fucking good .
“Feels good?”
I nodded with closed eyes. “It’s just that… I need… To feel more of you. Like feel you…”
“You want to feel my dick?”
I nodded too quickly. With too much damn enthusiasm.
Ishaan released the towel, allowing it to collapse around him. My greedy hand snaked around my belly and reached his veiny and thickly ridged pipe. It was silky at first touch. Its thin skin encasing a long and stiff muscle. I fisted him and caught the heavy breath leaving his nostrils over my feet. Feeling a tad unsteady, trying to work around my belly, my thumb brushed against my sensitive lips.
Not missing a moment of my movements, Ishaan shifted closer to me, having his hairy warmth meet my sensitive flesh. He then widened the space between his long thighs, so his thickness fell onto my wet folds. Using his hips, he thrust upward, and his dick caressed my clit. Impressively, Ishaan rolled his hips, polishing his shaft with my wetness. Rubbing genitals. It was such an underrated act of eroticism. Cupping him with my hand against my sex, I rocked into the cadence Ishaan created.
Once again, his mouth left my foot. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Rub your nipple with your other hand,” he ordered with lust coating his cords.
Pulling up a shaky hand, I strummed my left nipple, which was pebbled already. I could hardly hear the waves crashing in the ocean over the smacking sound made by our genitals. Ishaan’s lengthiness reached over, caressing my right breast before flickering at the nipple. His firm kneading of the ball of my foot had my hips opening wider and pelvis thrusting faster.
And he watched me. While multitasking, Ishaan eyes roved all over me as I was opened completely to him. The man looked so fucking delicious observing me pleasure myself, using his body. I admired his vantage point, his prowess. His flexing abs, his inked chest, shoulders, and neck. Even his tied-up hair created an erotic sight I shamefully enjoyed.
The stirring began in my groin, causing me to chase it by grinding onto his wide and glossed muscle harder. I was ascending and fast, body tensing while working to stroke against him.
“Breathe, baby,” he droned. “You’re about to cum?” I nodded, unable to deny what was looming. “Can I cum, too?”
Quickly, I nodded again, just seconds before my groin imploded and body began to jerk violently.
I felt a splash on the hand I used to cup his dick to me. Then at the bottom of my butt cheeks.
Fuck …
“Ish aaaaaaan !” I cried out helplessly—angrily—for him making it so easy and natural for me to lose myself in this way.
My body shuddered hopelessly, breasts bouncing in the air. For mere seconds, everything wrong was made right. All obscurity had been made clear in my head and heart. While fireworks exploded in each inch of my body, my heart was split wide for this man. While riding out this orgasm, my heart softened to him.
When I was able to open my eyes again, I saw Ishaan stand taller on his knees while gripping my left leg to position my ankle over his shoulder. His heavy eyes were lit with lust as he grabbed his dick and began jerking it near my baby mound. His big, sandpaper-hued hand covered in a labyrinth of ink encasing the thick, veiny root of his member reminded me of slender men often being so well-endowed.
He pulled both lips into his mouth before releasing them with low lids. I caught it. Dollops of liquid shoot high above us, soaring before descension. Then there was more to follow, almost in slow motion. Feeling a splat of hot liquid had my attention snapping down.
Damn .
A trail of milky cream landed close to my collar bone. Then there was a splash on my right tit, then the center of my chest. As Ishaan fisted himself, his gaze seared me. Burning through me with white hot lust, once again distracting me from what was taking place. I was able to fully grasp what was going on when a splat landed on my belly. Then another, and another while his head rolled back over his shoulders, exposing the eagle.
Hang time. This was what Rayna had mentioned when she asked if the “mystery” guy from my one-night stand had skills. The shit was vulgarly erotic and impressive at the same damn time. Beyond that, I struggled with the possibility of Ishaan disrespecting me. I was pregnant for god’s sake! He didn’t even know if he was the father. Should I have been alarmed? Where was my outrage?
“That was the messy orgasm I promised you,” he delivered throatily.
I was stunned from a myriad of discoveries, questions, and satiation. That was until Ishaan left the bed for a warm, wet washcloth to clean his active seeds from my torso. He had me turn over to my left then right as he rolled down the wet comforter so I could lay on dry sheets. Shit . The squirting thing could be an embarrassing nuance. I’d never been a squirter before Ishaan.
Or this pregnancy .
My thoughts ran as he worked with know-how. I was still wordless when he finished and took long lunges back into the bathroom to discard the soiled cloth. When he returned, it was with a full erection and continued agenda.
Delirium.
My wanna-be-baby’s daddy fucked me into complete delirium that late summer afternoon.