13. Cockology
Chapter thirteen
Cockology
Moni
Lei stared at the phone like it was burning hot and covered in poison.
On the screen, Leo was frozen mid-speech, his expression serious and commanding. The background showed the huge image of my mother and Lei’s as they sat in the garden. His seat hadn’t been over there, so Leo must have walked to that image to speak.
Lei's jaw tightened and I could feel the tension radiating from him. “I don’t even want to see my father right now or hear his voice.”
I stiffened.
Lei looked up at Chen. “What did he say?”
Chen took a deep breath, glancing at both of us before speaking. “Uncle Leo explained the delay in the ceremony by saying that when Monique saw the picture of her mother next to the Grand Mountain Mistress, so much emotion hit Monique’s eyes, and he actually saw tears form.”
Wow. Leo can lie his ass off and without any need for notice.
I shook my head.
“He went on to say that his heart warmed in that moment and he knew God had blessed him with his true daughter.”
Lei’s frown deepened, but he remained silent.
“Then, Uncle Leo shed two tears. Exactly.” Chen held up two fingers. “I counted.”
Lei rolled his eyes.
“And once he slyly showed those two fallen tears to each and every camera in the room, Uncle Leo explained how he had met Monique long ago while meditating under a tree and asking for God to bring a good woman to his son.”
Oh damn.
“He says that after ten minutes of deep prayer, Monique appeared, dressed in blue and reading her Bible.”
Now Leo. . .you know damn well I didn’t have a Bible with me. Not to mention the fact that you set that whole meeting up.
“It was there that Uncle Leo rose from the tree—”
“Like Jesus?” Lei narrowed his gaze at Chen.
“Well. . .Uncle Leo didn’t go that far, but he said that he left the tree, stopped Monique, and there they spent the day talking about scripture—”
“Alright. I’ve heard enough.” Lei guided me away.
No wonder the Mirage staff was greeting me all crazy. They must think I’m the Virgin Mary or something.
Chen called after us, “Uncle Leo said that you saw the heartbreak in Monique’s eyes over her mother and the Grand Mountain Mistress, that was why you took her out to the garden!”
“I don’t fucking care!” Lei increased our pace. “Just make sure everything is in place for the cookout and make damn sure that my father doesn’t make a surprise appearance.”
“Yes, Mountain Master.”
As we headed up a grand swirling staircase, Lei finally loosened his grip on my hand. His eyes were unreadable, but I was sure there was a storm of emotions hidden behind them.
Leo, you keep surprising. . .
I considered it all—the lies, the deceit, and the picture-perfect illusion that Leo sold to the public.
Unfortunately, all that would have to die with Leo.
There was no way anyone would see me walking around reading a Bible unless I was actually reading it. And even then, I wouldn’t play with God like that.
No way.
If I were going to rule the East next to Lei, I would be keeping it absolutely real the entire time.
No fake talk.
No bullshit.
No made-up stories to account for this or that.
Hopefully, they all accept this shift to reality because I can’t stand there on camera and lie to thousands of people. I’m not built like that.
As we climbed higher, the sounds of the staff and our people faded behind us, until we finally reached the top level where there was only a set of double turquoise doors right before us.
Silent, Lei pushed open the double doors to a bedroom that felt like stepping into a dream.
Oh my.
The room was a perfect harmony of sky blue and white, so much so that when I stepped inside, I swore I was floating among the clouds. Soft, billowing white curtains framed the expansive windows, allowing golden afternoon light to pour in and bathe everything in this heavenly glow.
Of course even the bedroom would be magically captivating.
This soothing blue coated the walls among these delicate white patterns that mimicked the gentle, flowing movement of clouds.
A seating area near the window featured a low table with delicate blue and white porcelain teacups. Steam rose from the cups, telling me that the staff knew damn well the bedroom would be our first stop during our visit.
I bet the view from the windows is breathtaking.
I scanned the space some more.
Just wow.
The bed stood as the centerpiece—a massive structure draped in luxurious fabrics. The comforter was a plush, inviting cloud of white, with sky-blue pillows that added a touch of serenity.
That told me that the sheets would be of the finest quality.
Cool and smooth to the touch.
The headboard was actually carved in this ocean wave pattern.
A subtle scent of lavender filled the room, mingling with the fresh sea breeze that wafted in through the open windows.
The space was calming.
Like a comforting hug.
And the soft rustle of the curtains in the breeze served as the only sound.
So peaceful.
So perfect.
Lei guided me further into the room and I believed that his demeanor was softening. That deep frown disappeared from his face. He turned to me. “This is our sanctuary for today.”
“Is it?”
“It is. We can escape it all. . .at least for a few hours.”
“It’s absolutely perfect.”
He pulled me into an embrace and any tension that I’d had in my body melted away.
In this heavenly space, all the worries and deceit were distant.
Insignificant.
The only thing that mattered was us, here and now.
Lei slipped his strong hand to the back of my head and placed his other arm firm around my waist, holding me against him as if I were the most precious treasure in the world.
Our bodies molded together in divine intimacy, blurring the lines where my body ended and his began.
He leaned in close, placing his mouth barely an inch from mine.
My body hummed with need.
As he studied me so close, his warm breath brushed against my skin. Then, slowly, he pressed his lips to mine, shifting us into a pleasureful kiss that wasn’t rushed or frenzied. It was a tender journey that spoke of all the pent-up longing and raw desire he’d been holding on to today.
Our wet tongues danced together.
I could taste the sweetness of honey and feel the warmth of lavender from his lips.
Fire ignited within me and I never wanted it to be extinguished.
I moaned against his mouth, sucking on his tongue, needing to taste more.
Never stopping the kiss, he slipped his hands up to my cheeks and traced circles over my skin with his thumbs in a rhythm that matched our hungry kissing.
The intimacy was intoxicating.
Potent.
My senses spiraled out of control.
My pussy moistened.
And right when I was about to plead with him to fuck me, he broke away and rested his forehead against mine.
I had to catch my breath.
At least he was panting, telling me that he was just as affected as I was.
A seductive growl left him. “Will there ever be a moment in my life, when I will stop wanting you?”
“I hope not.”
Sighing, he lifted his head and brushed his lips against the crown of my head. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I tilted my head upwards, finding his gaze locked onto mine.
“Even when we get old, I know I’ll still want you just as much as I do now. No. . .I’ll probably want you even more.”
God, I hope so.
He traced the outline of my face. “I can see you with silvery gray hair framing your face, making you look regal.”
“Regal?”
“Yes.” He drew a line under my eye. “Even if you had wrinkles, they would just be soft strands of memories. Wisdom. Laughter. You’ll be stunning regardless.”
I took him in and imagined his long hair decorated in gray. “When you’re older, you’ll look more distinguished, even more powerful.”
“Then, you’ll also love me when I’m old and gray?”
“Definitely.”
“Then, we’ll grow old together and I’ll cherish every day we have together.” He kissed me again, slower this time.
Like it was a promise sealed between us.
And all I could think about was that this was the first man that I’d ever considered growing old with. My past lovers didn’t discuss things like that. We only focused on the present moment.
But with Lei. . .he was always thinking about our future. . .and damn if I didn’t love it.
In fact. . .I absolutely needed it.
He pulled back again. “So. . .”
I swallowed. “Yes?”
“What was that about your making my breath smell like pussy?”
I laughed.
“By the way. . .” He licked his lips. “I’m not sharing you with the East.”
I stopped laughing and smiled. “Who said you would ever have to share me with anyone ?”
A smirk spread across his face. “Is that right?”
“Yes. I’m yours. . .as long as you behave.”
“And if I’m naughty, will you punish me?”
“I’ll put you on timeout.”
“I would rather you sit on my face.”
“If that was your punishment, then you would be naughty all the time.”
“But I wouldn’t be hungry.”
“You can’t survive solely on my pussy.”
“I damn sure would like to try.” His gaze shifted, holding an intensity, a yearning that made my heartbeat stumble in its rhythm. There was no hiding from it—no pretending anymore. . .I was becoming utterly in love and obsessed with him.
And it wasn’t just that he was fine as fuck, but his love. . .so tender. . .so authentically pure. . .it had my heart, my soul spinning.
Damn. He’s got me so fucked up. If anything ever happened to us, I would never be the same.
Worry hit me. “Lei. . .”
“Yes, Moni?”
“Do you really think that you’re pussy whipped?”
“I don’t think it. I know it.”
I smirked. “Well. . .”
He quirked his brows.
“I think that I might be dick-whipped.”
“No.”
“I am.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m not?”
“Not at all.” He shook his head. “You’re cock -whipped.”
I laughed some more. “Dick and cock are the same.”
“They’re not even close.”
“Yes. They are. They’re just names—”
“No. No. A dick is. . .let’s say it’s standard equipment for any man.”
“Standard equipment.”
“Yes, but not every man has a cock.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.”
“Then, enlighten me, Mr. Professor of Cockology.”
He landed a peck on my cheek and then spoke, “A cock is a whole different beast. It’s bigger, stronger, and holds more power.”
“Mmmm.” I could feel his thick, heavy length hardening against me.
“The sort of man that has a cock, well. . .he can destroy worlds.”
“So, only big bad alpha guys have cocks?”
“Exactly. They’re the sort of men that know what they want and how to take it. They’re the kind that can bring you to your knees and make you beg for more.”
“Mmmm. I damn sure remember begging for your cock.”
“Yeah and I eventually delivered.” Lei nodded. “But then why do I suddenly find myself in the predicament where I am now the one always begging?”
“Well, let me explain.”
He studied me.
“That is the difference between a woman having a vagina and having a pussy .”
He chuckled.
“See. What you stumbled upon, Lei, is prime quality pussy, laced with the utmost pleasure and well-suited for multiple positions.”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against my ear. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
I shivered against him. “I thought you knew.”
“I didn’t but, I’m a fast learner.”
“Yes. You’re an excellent student.”
“What are you going to teach me today?”
“How to fuck me from behind.”
A dark groan left him. “I’ve been wanting to. . .get back there.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed so hard he almost lifted me off the floor.
I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Just to be clear, we’re not talking about entering my actual ass. There are levels to this. We’re starting with doggystyle.”
He laughed, a rich, deep sound that vibrated through me. “Understood, Professor.”
Without warning, he kissed me again and our lips met in a fiery clash, tongues dancing, and heat building between us.
For several lush seconds, I lost myself in that kiss.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were smoldering with desire. “So, when does class begin?”
I grinned, leaning in to whisper against his lips. “Class begins now.”
He growled low in his throat and that goddamn sound sent a delicious thrill through me. “Yes, ma’am.”
And all I could wonder was, once he pushed deep into me. . .would we ever make it to the cookout or not?