Chapter 12 #3
“Mhm.” She set her elbows on the table, clasped her hands, and rested her face on them.
“We also talked about how I apparently have abandonment issues and think every man will be a cheater, liar ,and deadbeat in some way; so I want to make it clear that if you play with my fucking heart, Stone will stomp you out.”
I smirked. “I believe you.”
“Good. You should.”
“You know it’s okay to be soft with me, right?”
“Excuse me?”
“I love being slapped by you and I’d let you step on me and spit on me if you wanted without a second thought but if you ever just want to talk about your feelings without threats or acting aloof, I’m cool with that too,” I said simply.
Jiselle swallowed. She collapsed in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.
“What the fuck do you and Stone do? Study me all day?”
“Pretty much,” I admitted. “That wasn’t an attack though, Jiselle. You don’t have to play defense constantly. It’s alright to let your guard down.”
“Is having two boyfriends always going to be this introspective?” she deadpanned.
“Do you have two boyfriends?”
“I mean, I refuse to say I have two fiancés when I don’t have even one ring on my finger, so yeah, I think I’ll go with two boyfriends for now.”
“I’ll take that.”
She smiled but didn’t respond. Instead she took a bite from her sandwich and shifted in her seat, drawing her foot onto it. She looked at my yard and exhaled.
“My parents like you,” I offered.
“Yeah?” She glanced at me.
“Yeah. They, uh, want to have you and Stone over soon.”
“So you told them about Stone?”
“That’s right.”
“You really don’t do anything half-ass, do you?”
“Nah. When I want something, I go for it, and when I commit, I do it fully. That goes for my professional and personal lives.”
“I can respect that actually.”
“Good.” I sat back in my seat and looked at the lit, heated pool.
I couldn’t wait to have Jiselle and Stone here consistently. I loved my house. I’d built it with the intent of spending the rest of my life here but it was big for me alone. I was excited about the thought of having two people I enjoyed spending time with around, to have my house feel lived in.
I didn’t say that though, partially because Jiselle wasn’t the best at navigating emotional conversations and partially because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to expose myself that way.
I didn’t know how to tell this woman I was sure looked at me like I had it all because of my parents’ legacy, money, and connections that I was actually extremely lonely, that there were days where the only time I felt like someone was speaking to me outside of work was when I was home and logged into her website.
I became more obsessed with her every day.
Fuck. I didn’t think I’d live if this shit didn’t work out with her and Stone, whose phone I’d also hacked when I’d hacked Jiselle’s.
Outside of his brothers, me, and Jiselle he didn’t text a lot of people and took even less phone calls.
I assumed it was because he didn’t have much time for conversation when he was bouncing between two jobs and partially raising his siblings.
The more I found out about him, the more I respected him.
I was raised to respect anything that took hard work and Stone was one of the hardest workers I knew. Even if I wasn’t interested in sucking his dick for the rest of our natural lives, I still would have found the way he lived commendable.
As much as I liked it, I wanted Stone to actually enjoy his life without working two jobs just to keep his bills paid and his family fed.
I planned on feeding them. Stone was probably too proud to take a handout, but the same way I had every intention of breaking Jiselle down to the point where she could talk about her feelings openly, I wanted to break Stone down enough for him to accept my help.
Fuck.
I would take such good care of them.
I tapped my fingers along the table while I watched Jiselle take another bite from her sandwich and lick jelly from her fingers.
“What do you want to do with the rest of your life?” I asked.
“What?” She giggled and looked up at me.
“What’s your dream job?”
“Oh sweetie, nothing,” she said simply. “I don’t dream about labor.”
“So if you could do anything you wanted for the rest of your life, what would you do?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Because I have every intention of making sure you live your dream life, of course.”
Jiselle looked off while she thought carefully about her response. Then she looked back at me.
“I just want to sit at home, spend your money, and lay out by this gorgeous pool. Maybe have a baby or two, then stay home full-time with those babies and dedicate my life to raising them, shopping, and being hot.”
“We can do that.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yep. I already have people clean, pick up my laundry, and drop off groceries weekly. You won’t have to do any part of homemaking that you don’t want and you’re already the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. So let’s get you a black card, a ring, and a baby then.”
“You wish I’d let you give me a baby.”
“Yeah. I do, actually.” I shrugged.
Jiselle giggled. I smiled at the sound.
“I’m going to take such good fucking care of you, Stone, and our babies.” I shook my head and exhaled. “You just wait and see, sweetheart.”
“Trust me. I already believe you.” Jiselle pushed her chair back from the table. “And I want you to take care of me right now. So get up and get on your knees.”
I didn’t need to be told more than once.
I lowered myself to my knees and sat back on my feet.
She was so fucking beautiful sitting above me it was insane.
She lifted a leg and set it on my table.
My fucking mouth watered when she showed off the little underwear she wore.
She ran a finger over her folds, back and forth while she stared at me.
I crawled a little closer then kept going when she didn’t tell me to stop. As soon as I was close enough to touch, I reached for her and she pressed her other leg against my chest.
“You don’t get to touch. You just get to watch.” She slid her foot up my chest and rested it on my shoulder. “Do you hear me, Kiano?”
I nodded and she reached down to pull her underwear to the side, revealing her wetness.
Her pussy lips glistened and I wanted nothing more than to lick them clean.
I shifted and she dipped a finger between her folds.
I watched her play in her wetness, my dick getting harder and harder with each passing moment.
She tightened the leg wrapped around mine slightly as she slid down in her seat and pushed a finger into her waiting entrance.
My eyes stayed glued on her finger as it came out and plunged in, over and over.
I shifted again. My eyes went from Jiselle’s pussy to her face.
Her mouth was open on a soft moan, her head tilted back.
She moaned and rolled her hips as she fingered herself.
Fuck. The camera she used didn’t do her or her pussy justice.
When she came with a soft gasp, her leg shook on my shoulder and I gripped it and kissed her ankle.
Jiselle let out a contented sigh.
“Kiss my foot while you’re down there,” she instructed.
I lifted her leg from my shoulder and ran my thumb over her ankle as I lifted her foot. I kissed the arch then each of her toes before licking the bottom and reveling in the way she moaned and shifted in her seat, her already wet pussy getting wetter.
Jiselle was still playing in her juices, just slowly rubbing her middle finger over her clit while her chest heaved.
“How bad do you want me, Kiano?” She tilted her head as she asked.
“So bad,” I admitted. “I’d do anything for you Jiselle, unspeakable fucking things.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
“You’d love for me to be your little housewife, wouldn’t you?”
“Mhm.” I nodded while I still kissed along her foot.
“You could go to work and run things there then come home and let me run things here.” She pulled her foot from me and lightly kicked me in the chest. “Crawl over and clean me up.”
I hit my hands and knees as fast as I could.
When I got to Jiselle, the chair she was on shook with how fast I grabbed her thighs to hold her in place while I buried my face between them and licked up all of her juice.
I sucked her clit and let my tongue lap at her hole before shoving it inside her and roaming along her walls.
When I pulled my tongue out, I went right back to her clit, suctioning it into my mouth and running my tongue over it wildly.
“Just like that, Kiano,” Jiselle moaned. “Right there. Don’t stop. You’re doing so good, baby boy, so fucking good.”
Both of her hands went to my head and I stopped moving. I flicked my tongue and let her move my head where she wanted it while my dick strained and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I tried to get as much of her pussy juice into my mouth as possible.
Her next orgasm crashed over her in a soft wave and she held my head in place while she rolled her hips into my mouth until she came down. When she was done, she pushed my head from between her thighs and I sat back on my legs.
“Take your dick out and stroke it for me,” she said.
The second the cool air hit my dick, my entire body shivered. I gripped it at the base and slowly stroked myself.
“Spit on the head, Kiano. I want to see you wet it for me, baby.”
I leaned forward and spit on my dick, my eyes focused on Jiselle who had the sexiest fucking smirk on her face.
“Now stroke it, nice and slow, but grip that dick hard. I want it to feel as tight as this wet pussy is going to feel gripping you, baby. Come on.” She coached me as she sat there, one leg still on my table and her glistening pussy still on display.
“I want you to get nice and hard then I want you to come over here and fuck me full of your cum.”
“Fuck, Jiselle,” I hissed through my teeth and my hips jerked at the thought. “Fuck.”