Chapter 13 #3
As if he’d said nothing alarming at all, I slid down the desk and kneeled in front of him.
God he was big. Wrapping my hands around his dick, I rubbed my face against it, with closed eyes.
From above, I heard a throaty grunt. I hadn’t even put my lips on it yet.
When I did, I kissed the tip, twirled my tongue around it, and looked up at him.
He hissed. I kissed it again. This time with tongue.
Slowly, I inched his long, beautiful dark dick down my throat.
Passionately, I sucked it with my eyes on his.
He went from touching my head to my shoulders, as if he didn’t know how to handle me.
So… I helped him. Reaching up, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head.
I wanted him to feed me his dick. And that’s what he did.
Slowly. Melodically. When it hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little just to wet his dick up.
When I did, he grunted again, and I went to work.
I wanted him to fuck my face. Mercilessly but… I behaved.
I didn’t spend as much time down there as I would have liked because after a couple of minutes, he was pulling me to my feet.
With his hands on my waist, he picked me up again and carried me back over to the couch where he laid me down.
The minute he did, he was between my legs again.
This time, instead of taking his time by making a trail of kisses from my breasts, between my legs, he went right for my pussy.
He used his fingers to separate my lips before I felt him press his face against it.
I moaned and arched my back when I heard him inhale. Shit. Crescent was a freak.
After inhaling for a second time, he wrapped his lips around my clit.
I arched my back further and gripped one of the couch pillows.
Softly, he sucked on me, and I cooed. With my eyes to the ceiling, I slowly gyrated my hips to the tempo of him kissing, licking, and sucking on me.
Felt like I was close to levitating, it felt so got damn good.
The feeling was enthralling. Out of this world.
His mouth was so wet. Or was it me? Crescent was a passionate lover, making love to my pussy with his mouth and I loved every second of it.
I grabbed his face and brought him up from between my legs.
With his eyes locked on mine, he inched in for a kiss.
Our lips met and he slowly slid into me.
I gasped when he filled me up. Crescent gripped the back of my knees and pushed them back as he dug deeper into me. My jaw dropped as I lost my breath.
Finally.
Once we were done, the room, again, went silent.
My mind was spinning. Not only from the orgasm but with thoughts of how this was going to work after tonight.
I cheated. He knew me. Well… he knew enough about me.
Knew I was married. He had to see the portrait of me and my family on my desk every time he came in.
He knew. But… he didn’t care. Licked and fucked me like he loved me.
Like when my hands wrapped around his dick there wasn’t a wedding band on my finger.
Did it matter that he didn’t care? He wasn’t supposed to.
I was. But… still… I wondered what he thought.
Again, I wondered if he thought I was a whore.
Would he be able to look at me as Mahogany the interior designer?
Or had things flipped… for him… as they had flipped for me?
“Stop worrying,” Crescent said, cutting into the thick silence as he picked his shirt up off the floor.
“I’m not worrying,” I lied, eyeing his tattooed chest, watching as he pulled his white tee down over his head.
His body was marked up. His entire chest was covered in tattoos.
On the right side of his chest sat a portrait of who I assumed to be Nova Ray.
The one that played peekaboo with me a couple of weeks back?
At brunch? The one just below his neck? It was of a rose, surrounded by smaller roses, that kind of carried over to the Nova Ray tattoo.
I wanted to count them. Wanted to lay on his chest and trace his tattoos with my finger.
Or… my tongue. I wanted more time with him.
Wanted to feel more of him. Wished the circumstances were different.
In the moment I did at least, steady coming down from multiple orgasms, I wished he was my husband.
“The wheels in that beautiful mind are turning,” he said, as he approached me. Slowly, he slid his hands along my waist and pulled me in. Pressing his lips against my forehead, he kissed me and let them linger there a little. “You belong to someone else. But when you’re with me, you belong to me.”
“When I’m with you? Crescent… this can’t happen again.”
“Okay,” He flatly responded, that doubt matching the one from before. After I told him I was happily married.
“I’m serious,” I said, before pulling away from his embrace.
“Okay,” he said again. “You bout ready?”
He was so nonchalant. I couldn’t stand it.
Because it was like he doubted me. Like he just knew I’d be sleeping with him again.
And while I hated how nonchalant he was about it, I understood.
Would never tell him that though. I understood because I wasn’t confident.
I wasn’t sure. I was actually very afraid.
Afraid because Crescent was easy to be attached to.
Hello! I spent five years thinking about him just because he made me feel something with a simple touch.
Tonight, he did more than that. Tonight, he touched me in ways I hadn’t even been touched in by my husband.
And it had absolutely nothing to do with the way he handled me.
Crescent was new. He didn’t know his way around my body the way Duke did but there was something else.
Sparks. Fire. Flow. And the thought of that alone made my knees buckle again.
Made me want to say fuck going home to have a round two.
But I couldn’t do that.
I had an entire life. An entire family. A husband. I couldn’t get wrapped up in the web of Crescent Carter.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, as I grabbed my purse. Before I put my phone in it, I hit the lock button and sighed at the sight of two missed calls from ‘Husband’.
“You good?” Crescent asked.
“Yes, I’m good, Crescent,” I responded with an attitude he didn’t deserve.
I stuffed the phone into my purse and ran my fingers through my hair. “Give me a minute.”
Before leaving, I needed to touch myself up, so I went into the connecting bathroom.
There, I took a quick ho bath, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair a little.
I avoided the mirror. Didn’t want to look at myself.
The embarrassment… the shame… it reminded me of my first night participating at Pandora’s.
After I finished freshening up, Crescent was waiting for me outside of the bathroom door.
He handed me my jacket, I slid it on, and we headed out.
The ride on the elevator down to the lobby was spent in silence.
With me looking to the floor at my heels every so often, and with him…
either with his eyes on me or his phone.
When we made it to the parking lot, he walked me to my car, and with opened arms, asked for a hug.
I obliged. Couldn’t help but. When our bodies collided, I melted into his touch.
Closed my eyes and basked in it for a moment, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
I had to bask in it. Felt like he was basking in it too.
By the way Crescent held on to me, it was as if he didn’t want to let me go.
I didn’t want him to. Wished I could live there.
But reality was what reality was and this thing with Crescent couldn’t happen again.
Before pulling away from the hug, he kissed me on my forehead.
“Have a good night, Mo,” he said, pulling away.
“You too,” I softly said.
With that, I got into the car and sat there a moment, watching as he walked off.
The ride home was spent in a blur. It was a blessing that I made it in one piece.
All I did was think about him. I couldn’t help it.
Would you had been able to focus on the road if you’d experienced what I experienced?
I doubt it. It was… exhilarating. And I felt like shit.
I thought guilt would set in tomorrow, but I was wrong.
I felt a way back at the office, but it really set in the minute I got into my car.
I might’ve felt guilty, but the one thing I didn’t feel was empty.
I felt full. Fulfilled. Complete. Like all was right in the world, although things were very, very wrong.
Feeling what I felt made the guilt truly eat at me.
This wasn’t like Pandora’s. Hell no. I never left Pandora’s feeling the way I felt tonight.
As good as it felt, I couldn’t do it again.
But if we worked together… if we spent all of that time together, it would happen again and I couldn’t have that.
I had to transfer Crescent’s project over to another designer.
I couldn’t work with him. I’d never transferred an assignment before.
To me, it was very unprofessional, and I never wanted to be that.
I just… I wanted to work. Wanted to give him what he desired.
Wanted to help bring The House of Nova Ray to life but I couldn’t and that fucked with me.
As a passionate designer who’d never quit on an assignment, transferring him would hurt me.