Chapter 11
On the way to our suite, I texted Rose, Daisy, and Blossom in our group chat to tell them not to wait up for me. I should’ve known their response would come in a flurry.
Rose:
Are you still with Rocky?
Daisy:
Aww, shit!
Blossom:
Let him blow your back out… immediately!
Daisy:
Don’t bother coming home. I’ll take Briar to school.
Rose:
Good idea, Daisy. Let her bask in the glory of some good dick. No need to rush home, sis. I’ll open the shop.
Me:
Y’all are horrible influences.
Rose:
You’re supposed to be the example, ma’am.
Blossom:
And a wonderful example you’ll be if you let that man fuck you senseless.
Me:
SMH! We got a suite at OCHS. Room 1214 in case this man is crazy. I’m turning my phone off now.
When I looked up, Rocky’s eyes were on me.
“Why are you staring?”
“Letting my imagination run wild. By the time we get to this room, you need to have a safe word.”
“A safe word?”
“A word you will say if I do something you don’t like.”
I raised my brow. “Oh.”
The elevator opened, and he took my hand as we exited. I thought my nerves would get the best of me because the only man I’d been with was Deacon, and it had been three years.
However, Rocky told not one lie when he said I’d been dreaming about his head between my thighs. There hadn’t been a single night since then that I hadn’t dreamed of him doing it again.
He entered the suite first, turning the lights on and looking around. It was then that I noticed the duffel bag on his shoulder.
How did I miss that? I wonder what’s inside.
“When was the last time you took ibuprofen?” he asked.
“Before dinner.”
He placed the bag on the table, unzipped it, and fumbled around inside before tossing me a small, unopened bottle of ibuprofen.
“There’s a bottle of water on the desk. Take four then take your clothes off and meet me in the bathroom.”
He lifted his shirt over his head and pushed his sweats and underwear down, stepping out of them confidently. My eyes widened at the equipment between his legs as it brushed against his thigh.
I was mesmerized by his physique as he walked away, disappearing into the bathroom. Seconds later, I heard the shower, and I quickly downed the pills and slipped out of my leggings. I was still surprised by how eager I was to let this man have his way with me.
The dislike and anger I had toward him the day we met had disappeared the moment he came to me and Briar’s rescue, but it had begun to dissipate the night he ate my pussy.
It was replaced by a genuine desire to experience all of him and allow him to do the same to me. I’d been having sex since I was seventeen years old, and a whole human had come out of my vagina. However, I was certain my skills in the bedroom didn’t match his.
Rocky’s entire aura screamed I got a big dick with a slight curve, and I know what to do with it . I already confirmed it was big. Now, I wanted to know if he knew what to do with it.
Slowly, in all my naked glory, I sauntered into the steamy bathroom to find Rocky leaning against the counter. His arms were folded across his chest, and one ankle was crossed over the other. His stance further confirmed what I’d seen minutes ago—He’d truly been blessed by God in the dick department.
Our eyes locked momentarily, and then I watched as his traveled the length of my body and back up again.
“You’re easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you.”
“I always wrap up and get tested every three to six months. I’m good.”
Shit! I haven’t thought once about protection.
“I tested every three months for a year after I broke up with Deacon, and I haven’t been with anyone since him.”
“I want to feel all of you with no barriers between us.”
“I’m not on birth?—”
“No barriers, Rue.”
“Okay,” I agreed quickly without thinking about the consequences.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Flowers.”
He smiled. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? If at any moment you feel unsafe, I want you to say flowers.” I nodded. “Let me hear you say it.”
“If I feel unsafe, I’ll say flowers.”
I accepted his extended hand and allowed him to gently tug me toward him. When our bodies connected, so did our lips. I ignored the discomfort in my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Our tongues weaved in, out, and around each other’s mouths. Rocky was about a foot taller than me, so I could feel his manhood stiffening against my stomach. His hands slid down my back to my ass and he cupped it, pressing me against his erection even more.
“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth.
“Let’s shower before I have my way with you on this bathroom floor.”
I wanted to tell him I wouldn’t object, but I followed his lead. Once inside the shower's glass doors, we were surrounded by steam. He sat on the bench and pulled me onto his lap, bridal style.
I would have preferred to straddle him, but I had to remind myself how long it had been since a man had entered these walls, and that man’s dick was half the size of the one beneath me.
Our lips reconnected, and he cupped one of my breasts, flicking my nipple with his thumb. My pussy moistened as he alternated teasing one nipple before giving the other some attention, then repeating it until I was squirming on his lap.
He released my breast and slipped his hand between my legs. When he found my pot of gold, it welcomed him with an abundance of juice.
“Damn, baby,” he mumbled against my lips when his fingers easily slipped into my hole.
I opened my legs as wide as I could, wanting him to have as much access as possible. His thumb pressed against my clit and moved in a circular motion while his fingers dipped in and out of me.
“Mmm.”
I masturbated regularly and could bring myself to a climax in record time. However, with Deacon, I always struggled to get mine before he got his. It didn’t matter if he used his tongue, fingers, or dick. Even with my lack of experience, I often wondered if it was me or his lack of ability.
Rocky played with my pussy as if it was a full-time job and he had no other duties for the day. He massaged my pussy with just the right amount of pressure, while his fingers dipped in and out at just the right speed.
All the while, he kissed me with more passion than I ever thought was possible, sucking my lips and tongue at just the right moment. I doubt he was surprised when my pussy contracted around his fingers and covered his hand with my nectar.
“Yeah, baby. Let that shit go. I can’t wait to be inside you and feel that pussy percolate on my dick just like this.”
As I came down from my high, he softly kissed my shoulders, neck, and cheeks. When my breathing leveled out, we stood under the stream of water and bathed in silence.
Before we exited, he told me to sit on the bench. When I did, he lifted one of my legs and thoroughly washed my foot, spending extra time between my toes before moving to the other foot and doing the same. I could’ve had another orgasm from that act alone, but I managed to keep it together.
A few minutes later, he turned off the water and stepped out. He picked me up before I could follow him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With water still dripping from our bodies, we went to the bedroom of the suite, and he placed me on the bed.
“Pull the covers back, lay in the middle, and close your eyes,” he told me before leaving the room.
I wanted to question him, but I wanted to enter this experience freely with no preconceived ideas. So, I did as he asked and waited for him to return.
Not much time passed before I felt his presence, and the temptation to open my eyes didn’t last long. Soon, I was blindfolded.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Flowers.”