Chapter 25 Farrah #2
Suddenly, his hands moved from my arms to tangle in my hair, and his mouth was crashing down on mine.
His kiss caught me off guard, but it still sent thrills through me.
Even when I was mad as fuck at him, I couldn’t stop my response to the feeling of his lips against mine.
Balancing myself with my hands pressed against his chest, I kissed him back, letting all my emotions free.
I was so caught up that I didn’t realize he was walking me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the mattress.
I broke the kiss long enough to look up at him.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
He smiled, flashing those perfect teeth, then picked me up and threw me on the bed. Before I could sit up, he was there, straddling me, his hands cupping my breasts through my nightshirt. He pinched my nipples and my back arched off the bed.
“Mekhi—”
“You still talking?” he teased before leaning down and kissing me again.
His tongue slid into my mouth as I tried to keep up with what he was doing to me.
His movements were too fast, though, and his lips too talented.
He had my gown up and over my head before I realized it.
I lay underneath him, naked and kind of shy.
Part of me wanted to cover up, but he must have sensed how I was feeling.
He grabbed my hands and held them beside me as his mouth lowered to my breast. I felt his teeth hold my nipple in place as his tongue flicked back and forth across it.
I inhaled deeply at the incredible sensation.
Releasing one of my wrists, he squeezed my other breast at the same time, and I whimpered.
My hands clawed his back helplessly, the feeling too much for me.
My nipples seemed to be connected via an electric circuit to my center and every brush of his tongue or pull of his fingers intensified the throbbing between my thighs.
Mekhi bit down gently on my nipple and then sucked on it hard and I fell apart. I moaned as I came.
He kissed my neck, then sucked on the spot right below my pulse.
His finger brushed my already sensitive clit, and my hips jerked against his hand.
I bit my bottom lip, trying to control my reaction, but it was no use.
Mekhi had me soaking wet and ready for whatever he did next.
When his fingers teased around my opening, I almost came apart again.
“So fucking wet, Farrah,” he mumbled. “Let me in.”
I didn’t understand what he was saying. I mean, I heard him and made out the words, but it might as well have been the adults from the Peanuts cartoons.
I was too busy shaking from the intense feelings he had created in me.
Something warm and solid brushed against my pussy, and I looked down.
His basketball shorts were gone, and I suddenly understood what the phrase “hung like a horse” meant.
He smiled as I gasped at his sheer size.
Even though I wanted to feel him, I was scared.
“Mekhi,” I whispered as he held himself at my entrance.
“I got you,” he promised before pushing all the way inside me.
Oh, God. All the breath left my body in a whoosh, and my eyes got big. Tears gathered in them, and for a moment, the pain was unbearable. Frowning, he looked at me and then looked down between us. My eyes closed, and the tears fell. I felt him kiss them off my face.
“Let me know when it stops hurting,” he whispered, his lips warm against the shell of my ear.
Slowly, he began to move in and out of me, just little strokes that teased me.
What had hurt like hell at first started to feel…
different. The first moan came from my lips as he stroked a spot inside me that I never knew existed.
Stretched around him, I felt incredibly full, and pleasurable tingles began to build in my lower body. He looked down at me and smiled.
“You ready?” he asked.
I nodded, not knowing exactly what I was agreeing to, but wanting more of the feeling he was stirring between my thighs.
Mekhi’s rhythm began to change, his speed was faster, and my body was responding, softening, spreading for him.
He put my legs in the crook of his arms and opened me up even more to him.
Pulling all the way out of me, he thrust into me hard, hitting bottom in one movement.
My lips attached to his shoulder, and I bit him.
That just made him go harder. The mix of pleasure and pain had me putting my hands between us, trying to hold him back.
He grabbed both of them and pinned them above my head.
I moaned and twisted beneath him as he stroked in and out of me.
I wanted to be embarrassed at the increasingly loud, wet sounds my pussy made, but I was in too deep to care.
Mekhi leaned forward, a devilish smile on his face.
“What’s all that shit you were talking, now, shorty?”
“Fuck you, Mekhi,” I moaned, pulling my hands free and latching on to his arms.
“Nah,” he said, smirking. “I’m doing the fucking.”
He pulled out again before plunging all the way in. That one last push had me cumming and shaking.
He withdrew and I thought we were finished, but I was mistaken. He slapped my leg gently.
“Turn your ass over,” he growled at me.
I must have moved too slowly, because he grabbed me and flipped me over. Pushing down on the small of my back, he positioned me how he wanted me and pushed inside me hard again. Still oversensitive from my orgasm, I tried to crawl across the bed, and he grabbed my hips.
“Stay the fuck still.”
But I couldn’t. It hurt too good, and I found myself moving with him. My screams and moans filled the room, and I felt the familiar pressure building in me again. His hand snaked in front of me, and he began to play with my clit.
“Mekhi, please.”
“Please what?” he taunted.
Make me come again, I wanted to beg, but I didn’t have to. My body tightened and I shook harder than ever.
“I’m cumming,” I screamed.
“Fuck! Me, too,” he said, his fingers clenching in my hips as he released his warm seed inside me.
Seconds later, exhausted, I collapsed against the bed.
He followed me but rolled over on his back, so he didn’t crush me.
He surprised me by pulling me so that I lay half on top of him.
I didn’t argue, cuddling against his warm body and trying to figure out what had just happened.
I’d had sex for the first time in the middle of an argument.
Mekhi, a man I could barely get along with most days, had fucked me hard and I had liked it. What did that even mean?
“You don’t think you should’ve mentioned that?” he asked finally.
I shrugged. “I didn’t know we were going that far.”
“How you feeling?”
“I’m okay.”
I was content to lie there as his fingers played in my hair.
“You so much less annoying like this,” he teased.
Smiling, I smacked him gently on the stomach. “Don’t be thinking you can use this to keep me quiet.”
“Nah, for once, you had a right to have an attitude. I told you I would look out for you until this shit got straight—”
“Yeah, and look what happened tonight. He said he wanted to show you he could get close, no matter where you were, and he did!”
“And I’m sorry for that.”
I froze, shocked by his apology. “Wh-what?”
He sighed. “I can admit I thought you were just a distraction for this nigga. But Tex been tryna tell me he got a thing for you, even though he supposedly tryna get to me. I should’ve had you covered better, more niggas on you. I won’t fuck up again.”
I was glad to hear that. Now, if he could only figure out who the nigga was, I’d feel even better. Suddenly, I thought of something.
“Mekhi?”
“Yeah?”
“He said something about asking someone named Gillian about what was rightfully his.”
I felt him tense, and his hand stopped stroking my hair. “You sure that’s what he said?”
“Mm-hmm. You know what that means?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, suddenly all cold and distant again.
I sucked my teeth before disentangling my body from his.
“Where you going?” he asked.
“To shower. You should be gone when I get back,” I said coolly.
He chuckled as I moved around the room, grabbing another sleep shirt before storming into the bathroom.
I started the water then arranged all my body products before stepping in.
I don’t know what the fuck I had been thinking, having sex with him, but that was a mistake I wouldn’t be making again. I hated Mekhi Venzant, I swear.
I was so busy scrubbing and cussing him in my head that I was unprepared when the door was yanked open. I screamed and dropped my loofah.
“Yo’ ass so dramatic and scary, Little Thug,” Mekhi said, stepping into the shower.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“The fuck it look like I’m doing?”
He crowded me against the wall, pinning me in place with his body.
“Gone, Mekhi! I’m not…”
My voice trailed off as his mouth descended to my neck and nibbled on the side of it. I swear I never knew I was so sensitive there until I started fucking with him.
“You make me sick,” I whispered as his hand crept between my thighs.
The first brush of his thumb over my clit had me sighing.
The second made me shiver. By the time he started dragging his thumb in slow circles around my pearl, I had almost forgotten why I was mad.
I didn’t resist as he turned me around to face the wall, the water cascading on us from the rain showerhead above and the jets along the side.
And when he eased inside me again, any will to protest left me.
“Mekhi…” I didn’t even know what else I wanted to say.
“Farrah,” he mimicked as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
“I hate you,” I lied.
He laughed softly. “I know, shorty. I know.”