7. Sage
Sage
“Mmm…” I moaned, feeling the knots leave my tight shoulders. “Right there.”
“Right here?” Keyoni asked lowly, moving his thumbs in a circular motion.
“Mmhmm…right there.”
His hands were soft, exploring my shoulders in a way no man’s ever had before. Keyoni was both attentive and relaxing, soothing me with his words as he gave me the best massage I ever had.
Correction…the only massage I ever had.
Keyoni set high standards for anyone who followed. After the treatment I received, the only hands I wanted touching me were Keyoni’s.
“Are you unfrustrated yet?” he asked with a bit of humor.
What the fuck was that?
“Yep.” Keyoni’s hand stopped. “Keep going though. It feels good.”
I was on the floor between Keyoni’s legs as he sat on the couch. He warmed some oil and smoothed it across my shoulders after I removed my top. I still had my bra on, but lowered the straps around my arms to allow his hands to glide across my shoulders without touching any fabric.
“Your skin is soft,” he murmured behind me.
“I use good products.”
He laughed. “You think it’s the products?”
“Gotta be. It ain’t genetics.”
Coarse skin ran on my mom’s side of the family. On my dad’s side, it was give or take. I was just lucky.
His hands ventured down further, massaging my upper arms and back. Feeling the mood shift to something we couldn’t turn back from, I ended it before it got started.
“Are you ready to eat?”
I cooked for him over his house.
He didn’t have much of anything, but he had beef, broccoli, the ingredients for homemade gravy, and spices…enough for a meal. Every day I’d been over to see Kaiser, he treated me. It was only right that I returned the favor.
“You talking about food?”
Moisture collected between my legs as he followed me to the kitchen, stretching my shirt back into place. “What else would I be talking about?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
He sat at the table. I brought two plates over and joined him. If he expected a response, he didn’t get one, because once my chair had been scooted up and I was comfortable, I started eating. After a couple bites, I grabbed my phone.
“Put it down,” Keyoni requested. “You got plenty of time to be on your phone later.”
He had a “no phones at the table” rule with his daughter that didn’t apply to me. Still, I noted the time and put my phone to the side anyway, recognizing he didn’t have his phone either.
We ate in silence for most of the meal. Halfway through, I fixed drinks to help us relax even more. I felt comfortable around Keyoni, but with my comfort came feelings I was fighting to decipher and I couldn’t be sure he felt the same way I did.
There were times when his flirting was undeniable. Other times, the follow-up made me question whether it was all in my head. I liked Keyoni. He was handsome, fun to be around, and had an aura that dominated anytime he was near.
“Just know…once you start drinking,” he began across the table. “You’re staying until the alcohol wears off. So, if you’re trying to leave soon, you better keep it light.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“You might as well get comfortable.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
I had two drinks in the same timespan Keyoni spent babysitting the first. When I called him out on it, his response was simple, “One of us gotta stay sober.”
He finally finished the first drink when we moved into the living room. By that time I was on number four.
“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggested.
Keyoni handed me the remote. “Pick something.”
He left me alone as I selected an app and browsed the selections.
I didn’t know what I was in the mood for, but knew I wasn’t ready to leave yet.
Keyoni wouldn’t have let me leave anyway, since according to him, I drank way too much.
I left out the fact that in college, I outdrank all my college friends, because just like my mom, I could hold some liquor.
She was worse than me though, allowing alcohol to consume her life and sever the relationship she had with her kids.
I, on the other hand, knew my limit and when to stop.
But if I wanted to, I could keep going and going, downing drink after drink until the effects hit without warning.
I’d had my fair share of days where I woke up not remembering what happened or who I was with. If I didn’t change my ways, I was going to be just like my mother. That realization prompted me to change and was the reason why I drank socially and not daily.
Four was enough though.
“Do you like scary movies?” I asked Keyoni when he returned. He had a bowl of popcorn, a blanket, and two bottled waters.
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. If that’s what you want to watch, cool.”
The damn movie scared me so bad it started watching me. I curled up next to Keyoni, bringing my legs onto the couch. He welcomed me with open arms, allowing me to find comfort against his tight chest. I felt the hardness underneath his shirt and swiped a hand down his rippled abs.
Then I did it again, stopping when I felt elastic.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Feeding my curiosity.”
Full of liquid courage, I had an answer for everything.
I wasn’t drunk, but I was feeling good. With liquor in my system, there was nothing holding me back from acting out my thoughts.
I wanted to know what Officer Green looked like under all his police gear.
Just from the brief feel, I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed.
My hand traveled lower, over the bulge growing in his pants.
And damn.
He was working with a monster.
“Can I see it?”
I started fidgeting with his pants before I got an answer. He didn’t say anything, but shifted positions, providing better access for me to unbutton and unzip his pants. I took that as my signal to continue because Keyoni could have easily stopped me if he wanted.
But he didn’t want to.
I saw his dilated pupils and knew he was just as aroused as I was, maybe even more, because when I reached in his boxers and pulled out a semi-flaccid seven inches, his dick firmed and grew another two inches in my hand.
“It’s pretty,” I said out loud, taking note of the perfect mushroom-shaped head and thick shaft. The veins stuck out, pulsating against my fingers. “And big.” I swiped my thumb across the head, wiping away the precum oozing from the tip.
“What you gonna do with it?”
I took his words as a challenge, testing me to see just how far I would go. And as someone who loved sex but hadn’t had it in far too long, I let my actions do the talking.
Wrapping my mouth around the head, I slid my lips down his long shaft, taking in as much as I could. Then I went up and down, several times, coating him with my wet mouth before freeing him completely.
But I wasn’t done. I needed to change positions and Keyoni needed to come up out of his clothes. All of ’em, because we’d reached the point of no return.
He undressed like time was of the essence.
Clothes went flying—his shirt and t-shirt went one way, his pants and boxers went the other.
The hair tie on my wrist was used to put my hair in a ponytail as I squatted between his open legs.
His dick stood at attention, pointing directly at me, enticing me with a subtle jump.
“You want me to put my mouth on it?” He nodded with his mouth open. “Say it.”
“Suck my dick.”
He made it sound so… nasty —in a good way.
I circled my tongue around the head, then up and down the sides before lowering to his balls and showing love to each one.
I jacked his dick with my hand, keeping it hard and ready, while I switched over to wet kisses.
He watched me, mouth still open, never breaking eye contact as I moved back up the length of him.
When I finally took him in, Keyoni’s thighs clenched under me, exposing striated muscles each time he flexed.
My mouth slid up and down, coating his dick until it was slick and slimy.
“Shit…” His head fell back against the couch as a hand lifted to my ponytail. “Just like that…” Slurping sounds tuned out the movie we abandoned. Both my hand and mouth worked him simultaneously. “Keep going…”
His hand guided my speed, applying pressure to the back of my head. He pushed me down further. I took more of him in as my throat expanded to accommodate his girth. I went as far as I could go before my eyes started watering and my gag reflex kicked in.
I released him, along with enough saliva to keep his dick and balls wet.
Seconds later, he was back in my mouth, thicker, harder, and leaking precum.
Our eyes met briefly before his closed and his bottom lip went into his mouth.
The way he squirmed underneath me, I turned on the suction, baiting his impending orgasm.
The finale came about five minutes later when Keyoni thought he was doing something by giving me a warning.
“Aw shit…Sage…” He pulled at my ponytail. “I’m ’bout to… fuck …Sage…” He pulled harder. “I’m ’bout to cum…Sage…” With a firm grip around the base, I kept sucking, receiving satisfaction when he released my hair and gave me what I wanted. “Aw fuck…I’m cummin’.”
He spasmed and jerked as I milked the tip, collecting his nut in my mouth until I had every drop. Then, when he was fully depleted, I leaned back on my heels, meeting his gaze as I swallowed.
KEYONI
I got a call in the middle of the night. Captain Rory wanted to know if Kaiser was still down for the count. I told him Kaiser had been released from monitored care, but still had strict orders to get plenty of rest. Sage didn’t want him back to work until next week at the earliest.
“Shit!” Captain muttered over the phone. “We might have to reach out to Crescent Falls. I don’t know what’s going on with our canines, but most of them seem to be coming down with whatever stomach bug Kaiser had.”
It was obvious he hadn’t read Sage’s report. He was sent all the documents right after each visit.
“Kaiser got into some rat poison.”
“Huh?”
“It wasn’t a stomach bug.”
“Where? How?”
“I don’t know.”