25. Chapter 25
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After she was done with Damon, he returned to the tech room. She figured he needed some alone time, and she was the same.
Baby girl, Mommy missed you so much.
Taeja must have read that text hundreds of times within the past two hours. “A prank?” Taeja wondered. If Cassedi missed her ‘so much’, why did it take years for them to get in contact again? If she hadn’t sent Cassedi pictures of them, would Cassedi remember her?
Taeja wanted to reply to the message, but she wasn’t sure what to say.
So, she occupied her time with other things… Ordering furniture for Zain. Searching for jobs. Checking her schedule for the Fall Semester.
Finally, she settled on an appropriate response.
Why did you leave me?
Taeja hit send and sailed her phone across the room. Hearing the phone hit the floor, Taeja’s eyes widened. She sprang to her feet and ran to grab her phone. She released a loud breath when she realized the screen hadn’t cracked. “Mago crazy,” she mumbled, returning to the sofa to sit. “Afta Cassedi nuh more than mi.”
She hissed her teeth and reopened the chat, preparing to unleash her anger on Cassedi. As her thumb hovered above the keyboard, a call from Mason halted her.
“Hey, Mason!” Taeja answered .
“Yo,” he said, and her brows crinkled.
“When since you start seh dat?”
“All the time,” Mason replied. “You were calling?”
“Yeah. It’s about Liyah.”
“Liyah? Is she good?” he rushed out.
“Yeah. I need your help with something for her.”
“Anything.”
She told him then asked, “Do you think she’ll like it?”
“I don’t know. You know how she is.”
“I told her she has to accept my gift.”
He chuckled. “Good luck with that. It’s a great idea, though. I’ll tell my dad, then get back to you.”
“Thanks, Mason.”
“Later—”
“Wait,” she rushed out, and he urged her to speak. “Is it true that your frat eats soggy cookies?”
Mason choked. “Who told you that?”
Taeja grinned. “Someone.”
“Yes… Sometimes,” Mason said awkwardly.
“Did you—”
“No,” Mason rushed out. “They didn’t do it the year I joined.”
“ Sure .” Taeja ended the call with a laugh, which got wiped away when she saw the new message from Cassedi.
I didn’t have a choice.
There’s always a choice!
You CHOSE to leave me!
It’s not as simple as you’re making it seem, baby girl.
Nuh call me that!
You don’t get to. Not anymore.
Can I call you?
Taeja faltered.
Should she?
It’d be nice to hear her mother’s voice.
Was Cassedi still a fast talker? Did she still chew her lower lip while waiting for the other person to finish speaking?
Taeja sighed, rereading the text while thinking of what to do.
Hearing movement in the kitchen, she smiled and decided she’d deal with Cassedi later. Turning off the TV and slipping her phone into her pocket, she tiptoed to the kitchen. Zain was by the fridge, chugging from a water bottle like his life depended on it. Taeja quietly stood there, waiting for him to turn around and be surprised by her—
“Yes, Taeja?” Zain said, and she frowned.
“You’re not shocked?”
“About?” he asked, facing her.
“You didn’t hear when I came in the kitchen.”
“I heard when you turned off the TV. If you want to sneak up on me, you should’ve kept the TV on. It’d help to cover your footsteps.”
“I thought I was quiet this time.”
“You’re getting better,” he said, and she grinned. “Did you find Damon?”
Taeja nodded. “Something’s bothering him.”
Zain’s brows furrowed. “What?”
“If I knew, I would’ve told you,” she said, his eyes narrowed.
“Don’t be smart with me.”
“You’re always smart with me.”
“Because I can.”
“I can, too. ”
Zain slightly tilted his head to the side. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth and leave your throat sore so the only time you can use it is when you’re choking on my dick?”
A chill ran down her spine, settling right between her thighs as goosebumps pricked her skin. Her clit throbbed at the vulgar words, wanting — no, needing Zain to deliver on his threat.
It’d been too long since he fucked her. Sex with him always left her temporarily crippled, but she loved it. There wasn’t a better feeling.
“I want you to,” she breathed.
Zain straightened himself and looked away, mumbling something inaudible.
“What did you say?”
“I said I don’t know why you’re like this.”
“Like I want you to rip my clothes off and fuck me on the counter? That’s what I want, and I know you want it, too.”
Zain looked at her. The corner of his mouth quirked upward. He placed the bottle aside and curled a finger. “Come here.”
Taeja almost flew over to him. She knew she looked desperate, but she didn’t care. Zain always had her in heat, and when she was like this, no one could sate her but him.
She stopped an arm’s length before him. His arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Sweet tingles ran along the entirety of her skin. Not only where he touched her on her lower back, but everywhere.
Her arms.
Legs.
Chest.
Taeja’s breath hitched when he brushed away the curly strands brushing her forehead. Zain placed his lips against her forehead, leaving a long kiss there. He trailed his lips down the bridge of her nose until he met her mouth.
Taeja tipped, and he lifted her chin to give himself better access. Her eyes fluttered closed as Zain kissed her, softly at first, until he gripped a handful of her hair and kissed her hard.
She moaned into the kiss, her lips tingling as he forced his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth and made her eyes roll to the back of her head.
What was this feeling?
It was more than just a kiss.
This man was placing a claim on her soul, wanting her to be his forever. And honestly? Taeja would willfully surrender. Through this fervent kiss. Ten times over, again and again until their souls became one.
If it wasn’t for the lack of breath, she knew neither of them would’ve pulled away. And even then, taking her mouth off his was met with reluctance.
She licked her lips and looked at him. Zain breathed as hard as her while his eyes followed the action of her tongue.
“How’s your finger?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“It’s fine.”
“Good,” Zain said, pulling away from her. “I’m taking you for a ride.” He disappeared into the garage, leaving Taeja stunned.
What just happened?
This man kissed the life out of her and left her with a throbbing clit and racing heart? Just like that?
Zain confused her at times.
Shaking away the thought, she went to the bedroom she shared with Damon and changed into protective gear. She texted Damon.
Zain’s taking me for a ride.
Don’t forget your helmet.
I won’t. Are you feeling better?
Don’t worry about me, baby. Have fun.
Knowing that was his way of wanting to end the conversation, she sighed and pocketed her phone. She went downstairs. The garage door was open, so she saw Zain and his bike in the driveway. He held her helmet while his hung on the handlebar. Taeja walked toward him, and Zain shook his head.
“What?” she asked, looking at her gear. “Did I put it on wrong?”
“No. Hold this.” Zain handed her the helmet and freed his locs. He used the tie to fix Taeja’s hair into a low bun.
“Will you be able to see?” Taeja asked, unable to see his eyes, which were covered by his locs.
“I’m not blind.”
She rolled her eyes as Zain took the helmet, then put it over her head. “Yu know seh yu feisty?”
Zain smiled, making her heart pace as she rolled her eyes and bit back her smile. Taeja was sure he knew the effect he had on her, and she wanted to knock his ego down a few pegs. Though she had to admit his smile was hot… Like everything else about him.
“I have rules.”
Her brows furrowed. “Rules?”
“You can barely climb a tree. Do you think I’d just put you on my bike?”
Taeja gasped, her cheeks heating up. Zain laughed, and she rolled her eyes. “It nuh funny.”
As his laughter faded, he turned away and hopped on the bike. “Get on,” he said, and she complied. “One, turn with the bike, don’t fight it. Two, tap my thigh if you feel uncomfortable or need my attention for any reason. I’ll pull over. And if I tap you, hold on to me or—” He tapped the handlebar on the tank. “Right here. And three, don’t hit my helmet with yours.”
“Why not?” she asked, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his midriff.
“It annoys me,” he said, and she scoffed. Zain showed her some hand signs. “Got it?” he asked, and Taeja nodded. Zain put on his helmet. “Now hold me.”
“I am.”
The bike jolted forward. Taeja pressed against Zain’s back, clinging tighter to him. As abruptly as the Bike moved, it stilled.
Taeja gasped, glaring at Zain’s back. “You did that on purpose!”
She imagined him smirking as he replied, “Enjoy the ride.”
The bike blazed off. Taeja clung to Zain tighter than she had before. Her body pumped with adrenaline as Zain soared down the road, merging onto the highway and into the fast lane. They swerved past crawling cars while the sun glared down at them. Even with the helmet secured to her head, the wind whistled loudly in her ear. Each time the bike downshifted, a thrilling vibration coursed through her body, fueling her desire for more excitement.
Were bikes supposed to sound this sexy? Or were these thoughts caused by the man riding it?
Zain controlled the bike as if it were an extension of him. And to imagine the bike wasn’t going at its full speed? This was awesome and exhilarating, Taeja could scream!
She wished the joyride could’ve lasted forever.
It was unfortunate that it didn’t.
Zain didn’t have them on the highway for very long. He came off after they passed four exits. He slowed down as they went back to busy roads. The bike throttled to a stop at a stoplight, and Zain took a hand off the handlebar to squeeze her knee.
She figured he was checking if she was good. She was more than good — she was great.
Taeja gave his body a quick squeeze. Zain took his hand off her, placing it on the handlebar.
Taeja smiled as she looked around them. She wanted to experience this more. She made a mental reminder to take some driving lessons. She’d be the world’s best driver if it meant Zain would get her a bike like his.
How cool would it be to ride side-by-side beside this man? A girl could dream.
Revving the bike as it drove off, Zain got them home within minutes.
Her legs shook as she hopped off. “That was amazing!”
Zain took his helmet off, a grin on his face. “Yeah?”
“Yes!” Taeja exclaimed, a big smile on her face. She tucked her helmet beneath her arm as she walked ahead of him into the house. “We need fi do dat again. Real soon. Like tomorrow soon.”
He chuckled and took her helmet from her. “Remember, we’re leaving tonight. ”
Taeja’s smile faded as she remembered the trip they told her about last night. “Unu cya carry me? I’ll behave, I swear.”
“You?” Zain scoffed, and her frown deepened. “It’s just two days, Taeja. I’ll send you dick pics every hour, so you have something to look forward to.”
“Why can’t I get it now?” she asked, and Zain tilted his head to the side. Taeja mimicked him. “Why do you always do this?”
“I’m observing you.” Zain straightened himself and took out his phone. “Go check on Damon.”
“Okay.” She went to the tech room, but Damon wasn’t there. She checked the bedroom and found him lying on the bed. “Hey.”
Damon looked away from his laptop. “Enjoyed the ride?”
“More than enjoyed!” Taeja smiled as she started taking off her clothes. “I’m gonna shower, then I’ll be back.”
“Okay.”
Taeja smiled and ran toward the bathroom. She had a quick shower, got dressed in a crop top and shorts, then crawled into bed facing Damon, who was lying down. “Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes,” Damon answered, glancing from her to the door.
Without looking, she knew it was Zain. Only he could move so quietly. “The bed doesn’t bite, Zain.”
The bed dipped behind her, then his voice came in her ear, “Let me guess. Not unless I want it to?”
Taeja smiled, facing him. “Exactly!” She scooted closer to Damon, who threw his arm over her waist. She gasped when he stuck his hand into her shorts, cupping her pussy. “Damon!”
Damon feigned innocence. “What?”
“My legs are still shaking, and yaa try feel me up.”
A yelp tore from her lips when Damon spun her around, bringing her to her knees above him. His hard dick pressed against her ass. She’d been too caught up in his well-being to notice it before.
“How about we make your legs shake from something else?” Damon asked, licking his bottom lip as his eyes dragged from her lavender, heart-shaped navel piercing, lingering on her breasts before settling on her eyes.
Her clit jumped, excited at the thought of being fucked. “That sounds good.”
“We want to try something different,” Zain added, and she looked at him.
“How different?” she asked, exhaling a long breath as Damon slipped her shorts aside and pressed his thumb on the panties, rubbing her through it.
“We’re gonna tie you up,” Zain said. “Then we’re gonna fuck you, and make your legs shake until you forget how to use them.”
“How does that sound, baby?” Damon slipped her panties to the side, tracing her clit with his finger.
Taeja shivered. Her pussy was drenched. All these men needed to say was one word or give her one look, and she’d be ready to spread her legs for them.
“It sounds like you need to get the rope,” Taeja breathed.
Zain smirked, and Damon made her lie down. Zain got out of the bed. Taeja couldn’t see where he went because Damon lifted her shirt over her head. He gave her a take of appreciation, leaving goosebumps all over her skin. Damon’s head dipped, capturing a breast with his mouth. His tongue circled her hardening nipple, making her moan.
He kissed across to the other breast, and she ran her hand over his hair. Damon was so skilled with his tongue. Her clit pulsed from knowing he’d shower it with kisses soon.
“Do you like that, baby?” Damon drawled.
“Yes,” Taeja breathed.
Damon smirked, and she trembled. He kept his eyes on her while he sucked her nipple, his finger creeping into her soaked panties. His finger swiped along her slit, teasing her wetness before slipping inside her. A low moan passed her lips as he thrust inside her pussy. In and out. In and out until she was breathing heavily, writhing, and begging for more.
Slowly becoming senseless by Damon sucking and fucking her, she almost didn’t see when Zain approached the bed. He towered above her, having a scarily big height from this angle.
“Give me your hands,” Zain ordered.
Taeja placed her hands in his, and he put her arms above her head. A silk tie wrapped around her wrists. Zain tied it into a fancy knot that required skill to untangle, then locked her to the headboard.
“Is it tight?” Zain asked, watching as Damon took off her shorts and panties in one tug.
“Yes.”
Zain smirked. “Good.”
She looked from Zain to Damon, watching as he parted her pussy with his fingers. Damon’s breath fanned her clit as he brought his face close to her heat, making her desperate as he placed a long kiss right on her throbbing clit.
“Damon,” Taeja begged, her voice laced with urgency. “Please.”
“So impatient.” Damon chuckled, kissing her clit again.
A sweet chill ran throughout her body, making her shiver. Damon winked at her, then he started eating her out as if his life depended on it. The way his tongue swirled around her clit made her moan relentlessly. The way he used two fingers to fuck her hole felt like he was playing with every sensitive nerve in her body.
“I love hearing you moan,” Zain said, kneeling at the side of her face. “But right now, I need you to put that mouth to use. Suck my dick.”
Looking up at Zain, she parted her lips, and he shoved his dick inside her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and she choked, tears springing to her eyes.
Her first orgasm was already so close. With Damon between her thighs and Zain in her mouth, she couldn’t hold on long. Especially not when Zain was fucking her mouth like it was her pussy.
His fingers wrapped in her hair, bringing her down on his dick while he forced it down her throat. Spit dribbled out the corners of her mouth, soaking the bed. She could only imagine how she looked — probably like a sex-crazed woman.
However she looked, it was just right. Because it had these two handsome and sexy men on their knees for her.
Every time.
Zain pulled out her mouth, and she inhaled a big breath.
The tip of Damon’s dick pressed against her entrance. She parted her legs wider, mentally preparing herself to take him. The cold metal pressed against her walls as his dick forced itself inside her pussy, settling inside like it was made to be there.
Damon wrapped her legs around him, then started pounding her. “Your pussy’s so tight around my dick, baby.”
Zain gripped one of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and twirling her nipple. His fingers were rough but so, so perfect.
She couldn’t get enough of him. Of them.
Opening her mouth, she batted her teary eyes at Zain.
Zain smirked as he gripped his dick. “You’re going to be the death of us, you know that?”
Taeja’s eyes shone as Zain’s dick entered her mouth.
She moaned around his length, loving how he forced her to take it all.
She was a loud mess as they used her for their pleasure. Granting her one orgasm. Then two. Making her feel things mere words couldn’t describe. But she loved it. Oh, how she loved it.
Damon pulled out of her, and Zain untied the knot. They moved around the room, her senses so muddled she couldn’t figure out who was where.
Until she felt it.
Zain’s course hands flipping her onto her stomach then tugging her hands behind her.
Damon put two pillows underneath her, then he knelt before her. His dick was in her face, glistening with her juices. The piercing was gone.
“My throat hurts,” she said, feeling it sting a bit.
“You know what to say if you want us to stop,” Damon said.
Taeja pursed her lips.
That word was the furthest from her mind. She was so drained, but her men didn’t come yet. She needed to push through. For them.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Taeja said, making Damon smirk at her while Zain finished tying her hands behind her back.
“Open,” Damon coached. “I’ll be gentle.”
Taeja parted her lips, and Damon inched inside her mouth. All of him settled there before he slowly rocked back and forth. He didn’t hit the back of her throat as aggressively as Zain did. This was soothing .
She bobbed her head up and down Damon’s dick while Zain’s dick poked at her entrance. He rubbed the head along her slit, making a shiver run up her spine. Then, he slowly started to insert it inside her. She stopped sucking Damon’s dick to hiss as Zain’s length stretched her open.
“God,” she moaned. “Are you in yet?” She didn’t know if her sore pussy could handle all of him right now.
“God’s not the one with this tight pussy wrapped around their dick, Taeja,” Zain said, pushing another inch inside her and making her stiffen. “Relax.”
“You’re not the one with a dick inside you.”
“Dicks,” Damon added. “Suck me.”
Feeling Zain start to thrust in and out of her, she took Damon into her mouth again. She was thankful Zain wasn’t fucking her hard, despite pulling her back onto him by her tied wrists. This was just the right pace, hitting her at all the right spots despite not being fully inside her.
Pleasure built inside her core as they took her from both ends.
Her pussy was soaking wet. She’d never get over being fucked by two men at the same time. It was better than any feeling she could describe.
Zain released her wrists, and her hands balled into fists. His fingers sunk into her waist, holding her in place as he fucked her. Stretched her pussy. Used her for his pleasure.
The sounds her men made paired with the sound of slapping skin added to the fire growing inside her.
Damon’s thrusts slowed, and the next thing Taeja knew, he flooded her mouth.
She swallowed what she could, and the rest dribbled out of her mouth. The warmth dripped off her skin and Damon looked down at her, his eyes shining lovingly. Taeja licked her lips and felt Zain pull out of her.
He flipped her onto her side, then thrust inside her again. He held her arm as he tugged her down on him, his thighs hitting the back of hers.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. Her walls clamped down tighter around his dick, her orgasm so close she could taste it.
“Don’t hold it,” Zain said, his voice husky. “Come for us, Taeja. Show us how good we make you feel. ”
“Oh,” she moaned as her eyes snapped shut and her climax took control.
Zain fucked her through the blinding ecstasy, not changing his pace until she came down from her high.
Chest heaving while Zain stilled, Taeja’s eyes fluttered open. Her men looked at her, transfixed like she was the sexiest, most beautiful person they’d ever seen. Taeja blushed, growing hot again.
“Good girl,” Damon praised.
Zain smirked at Damon’s comment as he pulled out of Taeja. As big as he was, Taeja missed him inside her. She felt so empty now.
He flipped her over onto her belly, then started stroking himself above her. Taeja hooked onto his every movement.
His locs swaying in his face. The veins crawling along his fingers. His swollen head and the way cum shot out of it, painting her belly until he was spent.
Then, his eyes dragged up to hers. And he smirked.
Breathless from the sight of him, Taeja asked, “What?”
“Did we break you?” Zain asked as Damon came off the bed and dragged on his shorts.
Taeja blushed and rolled over onto her side, covering her face. “Go away, Zain.”
“You don’t want to clean up?”
She peeked through her hands at him. “You’re gonna do it?” she asked, and he nodded. She sighed, closing her eyes. “No… I want to sleep.”
“I think we broke her,” she heard one of them say, followed by their joint chuckles.