Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter
Fifty-Two
Stone
Mack was standing outside the apartment building with a cigarette in his mouth when I pulled into the parking lot just before seven. I wanted to be home when Beulah arrived. She’d been a nervous mess during tea with Gerry today. Although Gerry had only mentioned she knew we’d fucked in her pantry once. It had been a side note at that. She hadn’t seemed to be surprised or upset about it. That didn’t matter to Beulah. She was so fidgety and couldn’t hide her expressive eyes and pink cheeks. It had been fucking adorable.
Getting out of my Range Rover, I pocketed my keys and phone then headed toward Mack. He had a purpose for being out here other than to smoke. His apartment had the same balcony as mine. If he’d wanted a smoke, he could have used his balcony or the rooftop. His being out here when he expected me home meant something.
“What do you need?” I asked bluntly. I didn’t have time to beat around the bush with small talk.
Mack took a long drag from his Marlboro and let the smoke that didn’t damage his lungs back out of his nose and mouth. “You dating Beulah?”
I’d known this was about her. When I had gone to his apartment to get her, I knew then she was in his sights. The man had no morals. I’d been furious and ready to kick him out when I’d found her there. It had taken extreme self-control not to lose my shit.
“It’s more than dating. But if you’re asking if she’s available, no, she isn’t. And she won’t be. Ever.”
Beulah was a beautiful woman. Men wanted her. I understood that. But dealing with it head-on was difficult. My possessive nature flared, and I wanted to act like a fucking maniac to get my point across. I refrained. Barely.
“I thought it was headed that way. Wasn’t sure. Wanted to check first.”
I waited for him to say more. When he didn’t, I walked past him and focused on getting inside before I planted my fist in his face for nothing. My temper needed checking.
“She’s different. She wasn’t like the others. I didn’t want her the way you think I did. I was interested in more,” Mack added just before I escaped him.
That admission should make me feel better. It didn’t. He wanted what I had. He wanted what I already knew. She was a rare find. I took a deep breath and forced myself to admit that this was unavoidable. She was special. Other men would see it. I had to learn to live with that.
“She’s mine.” The simple statement sounded chauvinistic even to my own ears. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck. It was the truth. I was big on brutal honesty. Why hold back now?
He gave a nod. “Not planning on making a move. I had a feeling. Like I said. Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting the wrong signals.”
“You weren’t,” I barked more than replied and went inside before he could say more. I was almost to my floor when I realized he was still out there. She’d be home soon. Knowing how he felt, I didn’t want him waiting on her if that was what he was doing. Pausing, I started to turn around when the door opened, and I heard Shay say, “I got the damn pie. Jesus, stop bitching.”
“It’s about time you did something right,” Mack replied.
“When I had your dick down my throat, and you were shouting for me to swallow it all, I didn’t hear any complaints,” Shay shot back at him.
“Baby, you want me to put you on your knees and do it again, then keep talking. I have thought of little else since you took my entire load then licked those fat lips of yours.”
It was quiet then. I didn’t move simply because I didn’t want them to know I’d heard this interaction. It wasn’t my business. Although the reminder that Beulah wanted my dick in her mouth had me hardening as they discussed it.
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” Shay replied.
“Marty won’t be here for another thirty minutes. Get your hot little ass inside and get on your knees.”
“Will you shoot it on my face this time?”
“Hell yes, I will,” he replied.
The door opened and closed quickly behind them. Turning, I went into my apartment fully erect. Knowing that Shay was taking Mack right now the way I wanted Beulah to take me was fucking with my head. It hadn’t been my conversation to overhear, but I’d heard it nonetheless.
I turned on the lights as I went through the house and waited impatiently for Beulah to get home. I knew she cooked dinner for Gerry, and they ate together. I loved that she did it. But right now, I needed her more than Gerry did.
I began pacing the living room when the door finally opened.
I walked to the entrance to see her standing there. Her eyes bright with anticipation. She was thinking about it. I wasn’t the only one aroused. That beautiful expressive face of hers always told me what she didn’t.
I began unzipping my jeans, my willpower long gone. I didn’t even have to say anything. She was in front of me, slowly lowering herself to her knees. No words. Nothing. Just the excited gleam in those pools of green looking up at me. My cock throbbed, and I felt pure adoration for the woman now kneeling in front of me.
She touched the sensitive, swollen head and lifted her eyes to meet mine. “Tell me what to do,” she said. “I want to do it right.”
She could lick it like a damn lollipop, and I’d explode. I was that far gone. Having her mouth that close to my arousal was enough for me. But she was sincere. She wanted to know.
“Slide it into your mouth. Suck on it like you would a lollipop. Run your tongue over it. Take it as deep as you can.”
She studied the throbbing monster in her hand and did exactly as I said. I watched as my knees began to buckle at the sight. Her mouth was like a fucking vacuum as she sucked hard. The moan of pleasure that came from her vibrated through my dick and sent a thrill through the rest of my body.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her. She was so fucking eager, and I knew she needed the reassurance that she was doing it right. My enchanting little siren clueless to the power she held over me. “Suck it, baby. It feels so damn good.”
She sucked even more vigorously. With more energy. When the swollen head of my cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, I grabbed her head and groaned. I hadn’t even asked for it, yet she’d known.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it all. Make me come.”
My words made her suck harder and seemed to spur her on. The tighter and quicker her mouth moved, the more I had to restrain myself. Images of me shooting my load all over that pretty mouth and face made me leak. I was ready for it. To have my come dripping from her chin.
“Yeah, fuck, that’s good. Fuck, baby.” Words came from my mouth without me even realizing what I was saying. I was lost in the sensation. My hands fisted in her hair, and I began pumping into her mouth.
“Hot little mouth. Fucking owns me. Take my dick. I’m gonna come until you gag on it.” The vulgar words I couldn’t hold back. My pounding pulse and the way she sucked wilder, clamping down harder with each nasty thing I said, made me worse.
“Take it. Take that dick. Give it to me. That’s it, sweetheart. Suck it.”
And she did. Harder, faster.
“AH! Beulah! I’m coming! I am fucking coming!” I cried out in case she wanted to move. She didn’t. Her hand stayed on my shaft as she pumped the head into her mouth even faster.
My first shot went directly into her mouth. The vision made me lose all other thought. I began growling for her to take it and slamming my hips against her face. My legs felt weak as I shook from the euphoria.
When my vision began to clear, I saw my come dripping off her chin. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she gazed up at me. If anything deserved to be saved, this image did. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Her tongue slipped out, and she licked at the come still clinging to her lips. I trembled as I watched her. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
“I’d like to. But first, we both need a shower.” Her tone was teasing, but I knew I’d be fucking her soon. She wanted it. I wanted it. I always wanted it. This, however, just became a very close second.
“Thank you,” I said, not knowing the right words to say. I’d never discussed this with another woman after.
“For what exactly?”
Grinning, I pulled my pants up, then reached for her hands and helped her stand. “For sucking my cock like a fucking pro while looking like an angel.”
She wiped the come from her chin. “Was that the polite way of saying I sucked you like a prostitute?”
I hesitated, then nodded.
She laughed.
I tugged her against me. “You’ve ruined me,” I whispered while pressing my lips to the top of her head.
“How?”
“I want you with me all the time. You’re all I think about. I love Gerry, and I’d do anything for her, but I’m jealous of her because she has you all day. How fucked up is that?”
Beulah leaned and curled into me. “You may not always feel this way. This…this frenzy…It can’t last. Can it?”
I wasn’t sure. I hoped so, but then again, how could I function normally if it did? I answered in a way I knew I was telling the complete truth.
“I’ll always be intoxicated by the sight of you.”
She pulled back and stared up at me. She said nothing for a moment. I waited for her to think about my words, and I wondered myself when such poetic shit had started coming to me so easily.
“You’re my fate, Stone.” She repeated my words back to me. And I understood what she was saying. This was more. More than we had the words to express.