Chapter 20 #4
“Turn over.” Asao tapped her thigh then kissed the inside of her knee, watching as she flipped her body.
On her side, Samari grinned at him over her shoulder while she hiked her left leg, inviting him in.
Asao dropped his eyes, admiring the way she was fully exposed, pussy swollen and glistening, which he leaned in and delivered a kiss to before he positioned himself behind her, allowing his dick to glide along her slit seconds before he pushed inside.
He had retrieved a condom before his head dropped between her legs but was currently wishing there were no barriers between them. The feel was so fucking good that he could only imagine if they were skin to skin.
Asao thrust in deep with a throaty groan that vibrated over her skin and landed between her thighs. When he bottomed out in her pussy, Asao’s fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and held her steady. He was lost in her.
“You feel me, Mari?”
“Mmm, you know I do,” she hummed with a lazy smile. Her fingers gripped the sheets to hold steady while he fucked her nice and slow.
“I need this to just be us, Mari. I’m only giving this to you. You’re only giving it to me. Anything else is dangerous and you don’t want that.”
Dangerous to the livelihood of anyone who thinks they can have you too, he thought.
“It is,” she rushed out. With the way he was fucking her so good, she would promise anything he wanted. She felt the pulse of his dick. The fullness of him driving into her at a tortuously slow pace. Every thrust had her body tightening with the need for more and she loved it.
Her first orgasm rushed in fast. It moved through her body without warning and she smiled, biting down on her lip while heat blazed over her skin. Asao didn’t stop. He kept driving in with purposeful strokes but made a point of pushing her leg higher to adjust his angle.
His teeth sank into her neck enough to bruise her skin. Asao wanted to leave reminders. “I need you to feel me everywhere, Mari. Every-fucking-where.”
“I do.”
“Good, now ask for more if you like that.”
“Fuck…more, please,” she moaned when he pulled back and thrust in at a punishing depth.
Her pussy responded with acknowledgment and Asao smirked against her neck before he kissed her there. He picked up his pace, driving in hard and deep, back to back until her walls contracted around him, sucking him in deeper. She came for a second time, drenching his dick, holding him captive.
His pace remained unrelenting. Samari was high.
Everything about Asao pushed through her bloodstream, heavy and intoxicating.
Asao was no different. He watched her, drunk off the high she provided.
Every moan that pushed past her full lips, the feel of her skin as his fingers dug into her thigh challenging the flexibility of her hip, and every single fucking time his name was on her tongue because he hit her spot.
When his hand left her thigh and moved between them, she jerked and groaned in the back of her throat.
“One more, Mari.”
She sucked in a deep breath and smiled when his pace turned brutal.
Heat pooled in her stomach again and traveled south.
With his fingers working her clit, pinching and roughly rubbing across it, she could barely hang on.
Her mind was taking another dive and her thoughts were scrambled.
Her pussy clenched, making her very aware of the stretch delivered from the thickness of his dick as he rocked into her.
The only thing she could process was him. She could feel him everywhere. His mouth on her skin, his fingers roughly digging into her thigh, and his dick pushing into her cervix.
“Give me that, Mari.”
She did.
Samari’s final orgasm came just as hard as the one before. Her body blazed and all the air rushed from her lungs. He let her fly but continued stroking her deep until he released seconds after he felt her muscles relax.
“Fuck…” he mumbled against her neck before he tucked her deeper into his chest and kissed her jaw. His arms locked her into his embrace with a reminder of what she was.
His…
“Are you going to tell me where you went?” Samari’s body was tangled with Asao’s beneath the sheets.
She was exhausted but her mind wouldn’t settle enough for her to sleep.
That morning, when he’d kissed her on the forehead and said he would be gone for most of the day, she felt something was off.
She didn’t get any texts or calls and when she texted Dom to see if she could hit the studio to record, just to keep her mind occupied, he’d responded that he would be out of pocket for most of the day and would hit her back when he could.
She didn’t bother trying Niles because not knowing helped keep the crazy thoughts at bay. The three of them missing together was not something she wanted to think about. Now that Asao was home safely, she needed to know how their day had been spent.
“I was in Chicago…” he said coolly but kept his eyes on her. She knew immediately why and only nodded. Chicago Boars…Mase.
“Is everything okay?”
Asao kissed her shoulder then placed a hand on the side of her face, allowing his thumb to brush her cheek. She smiled because it was becoming their thing. His thing…
“What do you remember from that night?”
She tensed, shifting back, but he moved his arm to her waist and pulled her in closer with one of her legs between his.
“Before things went down. I don’t want those details, Mari. I’m trying my best not to take it there, but if I have them thoughts in my head, I’m gonna have to.”
“Then why do you want to know?”
His hand was on her face with that thumb in motion again. “He said y’all took ecstasy…”
“We did.” she defended, with her body tensing again. “But I’ve done that before and I always remembered what happened.
Asao’s jaw tensed. “Did Nefatari give you something?”
Samari frowned. “No, why?”
“He said he didn’t drug you and put that shit on her. I’m trying to figure this out because—”
“You don’t need to figure it out. I just want to leave it alone,” she huffed and pulled away. He allowed her but only because he was on her again. This time, his body covered hers. While he balanced his weight on his forearms, they caged her head between them.
“They don’t get a fucking pass, baby. This is either handled legally or I’m delivering street justice. I know that’s not how you want me to get down, so I need to figure it out to see who’s catching charges.” His tone was even, soft but firm.
Samari stared at him for a moment then nodded.
She had flashes of memories from that night.
Things that didn’t make sense, so she tried not to think about it.
But now that he was asking, she allowed her mind to go back to that night with a new perspective.
Things that didn’t make sense then were starting to.
Nefatari handed her a bottle of water. The top was off but the bottle was full. She remembered Nefatari and Mase together, in the bed next to her, then Nefatari asking to use Samari’s phone because hers had died.
“Water,” she said quietly. “She gave me water.”
Asao nodded and lowered his face to kiss her. “I’m gonna handle it.”
“How?” She frowned, considering what handling it looked like for Asao. He smirked and kissed her again.
“You don’t trust me?”
“No,” she said quick as hell, making him laugh. His mouth was on hers again.
“Get some sleep. We’ve got somewhere to be later.”
It was four in the morning and her body was exhausted from not sleeping well while he was gone. So instead of arguing, she absorbed the comfort of Asao’s body wrapped around hers and drifted.