Chapter 13
Deshona
Ithought I was doing something by giving Alijah an out, but I’ll be damn if my hormones didn’t lead me to a fantasy that carried into my dreams. I didn’t realize that I was fingering myself until Alijah’s voice penetrated my brain.
I didn’t and couldn’t do anything but give in.
Between the hunger in his gaze and the bulge in his underwear that looked painful, all I could do was agree to let go.
My body burns with heat from the orgasm caused by Alijah’s mouth, so I know I’m not gonna last long once he slips his big dick in me.
“Not to fuck up the mood, but are you hiding from a nigga after this?” The smirk on Alijah’s lips, along with the mischief in his eyes, increases my heart rate.
Run? If your dick is better than your mouth, you’re the only one who’ll be running.
“It depends.” Alijah moves quickly to remove his underwear, and the hard twitch I feel makes my mouth water.
The memory of Alijah’s dick instantly surfaces as my desire and need for him increases along with the moisture between my thighs.
“On?” I’m momentarily distracted when Alijah pulls my bottom lip in his mouth and nibbles on it.
All train of thought leaves my mind and heart, and my pussy purrs like a kitten as I become dizzy when the remnants of my juices mix with Alijah’s saliva. I moan when our lips meet in a wet, hot slide.
“Ooh.” I moan when Alijah breaks our kiss, and I bite my lower lip.
His mouth moves to my neck, and my eyes flutter closed just as I feel his hands spread my thighs wider. A second later, Alijah plants his dick into my tunnel like a tree whose roots have taken residence in soil.
“Oh shit, Dee.” Alijah groans as he stalls over me without moving.
I don’t need the baby steps from Alijah, and I moan under him as he thrusts down as I push my hips up.
My mouth drops and seemingly gets stuck when Alijah presses harder into me and fills me with every thick, veiny inch of his soul-binding dick.
If I hadn’t confirmed before now just by looking at what Alijah was working with, each push into my pussy makes me acknowledge two things.
One, I won’t be regretting shit in the morning.
Two, it hurts so good. Hell, if I were forced to provide a third thing, I would say that Alijah’s dick might just be addictive.
“Focus on me.” Alijah grunts and forces my eyes and my focus back to him.
Without any mercy for the pain I’ll have, Alijah pulls out and slams back into me as a strangled cry falls from my lips.
I hold onto his moist back the best I can as he pushes in and out of me.
Our mixed moans echo around the room and create a cadence for our coupling that I can’t help but memorize.
The squeaks from the mattress tell of the intensity of Alijah’s thrusts as we dance in a tempo I’m guaranteed to feel for the next couple of days.
“Fuck! I love how you’re taking this dick. Good fucking girl, Dee.”
“Oh myyy.” My mind spins as I lose direction of the statement I was about to make.
Alijah pulls out until only the tip remains before he slams back into me as he gasps.
His mouth suspends in an O shape as he repeatedly thrusts and strokes.
My eyes roll up as I get lost between the mix of torment and ecstasy.
Words fail me, and all I can do is feel while my hips meet Alijah thrust for thrust. My body is luxuriating in the sweet sensation that sizzles throughout it as my orgasm creeps up from the bottom of my feet.
“Mhm. I feel you tightening around me. Give me that shit.” Alijah pushes harder into me as I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood.
Never have I ever been the type to respond to a man’s commands in the throes of passion. But I’ll be damn if a soul-shattering orgasm doesn’t hit me as it robs me of all my senses. Pleasure short-circuits my brain as my release engulfs me, and liquid fire streams through my body.
“Gotdamn! You’re about to force me into a daily routine with your pussy . . .” Alijah’s words trail off as his strokes slow, and his dick pulses inside of me as my walls become heated.
Alijah drops beside me a couple of seconds later, and all that can be heard is our heavy pants. My heart races like I’ve just finished a marathon as I try to regulate my breathing.
“When do you think we can move to round two? I’m gonna need a repeat.”
I laugh between breaths because not even a minute has passed, and he’s already requesting another round. I will admit that I’m not opposed to it, but I need a minute to let my pussy regroup.
“This is probably not appropriate, but are you free Saturday evening?” Alijah’s voice is raspy from sleep as his hand runs up and down my torso.
“Maybe. Don’t tell me one night got you ready to ask me out.”
We’re way past appropriate at this point, so I’m not even gonna address that elephant in this room. Although it’s weird to wake up wrapped up in the man I have no other romantic ties to, I’m comfortable as hell.
“Sorta. I got this thing for work and . . . can you roll with me?”
Oh. Hm. Are we there yet?
“No pressure. I-I mean, I just have never been to any company events and kind of want someone with me who’ll keep me company.”
Aw, he’s nervous. How cute.
“You work remotely, so where is the event? What do you do exactly? Is your company based in Kaigood?”
My nosy ass is intrigued by Alijah’s statement, and I’m curious to learn more about him. It’s crazy because I should have been asking these types of questions once things between us became a little more amicable.
“It’s crazy that this is the morning after shit we’re doing.” Alijah laughs, and I join in because this is new for me.
But most of the men I’ve had sex with have been either men I’m dating or men I don’t care to learn anything about. The other truth about this moment is that I’m wildly attracted to Alijah, and I have tried my best to ignore it. Last night might have changed the course of our framework, though.
“Hey, crap happens. We’re moving past everything before last night.”
“Nah, that’s a part of the framework too. Everything counts. But back to your questions. I’m a data analyst, and my company is based in Ribax which means we’ll have to travel to the event.”
I take a second or two to chew on Alijah’s invitation, which will require unplanned travel. I haven’t done anything other than find wasteful dick since I relocated, which makes my decision come easy.
“Okay. I’ll go. Is this a dressy occasion or something laid-back?”
My head mentally shuffles through my clothing choices as I wait for his answer.
“It’s more of a dressy-type party, so you’ll need to show off this killer body.” Alijah grips my body, and a shiver of awareness runs down my spine as an electric jolt surges through me.
“I got you. What color are you wearing?”
Alijah chuckles behind me, and the sound is like a boomerang as it vibrates in my pussy, which causes her to perk up.
“All black.”
“Oh yeah. I got it. I’m gonna go buy myself something new so we can do this right. You have yourself a date. Let’s get acquainted so we don’t be walking around looking like we just met on the street.”
Alijah chuckles again, and this time I gotta clench my thighs because I need to give myself time to recover from the last encounters we’ve had. My begging ass pussy doesn’t understand, as she whimpers like a dog in heat.
“How about we shower, and then I’ll make us breakfast?”
“Deal.” I ease out of bed when Alijah releases me, and I try not to duck waddle from the soreness in my lower region.
One thing is for sure, and two things are for certain: Regret is the furthest thing from my mind right now. Alijah did his big one and handled me like a starving man who’s been locked in a cave. I have no complaints and every intention of climbing on his horse as soon as my pussy cools down.
“Ah!” Alijah catches me off guard when he scoops me into his arms and carries me bridal style out of my room and to the bathroom.
“I figured I’d help us get there quicker. What are you in the mood to eat?”
Dick, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to struggle with swallowing your third leg yet.
“Pancakes. Ooh, blueberry pancakes and some scrambled eggs with cheese and grits mixed together. Wait, can you make those?” My face wrinkles as I stare up into his eyes that twinkle with merriment.
“Yep. Ma made sure all of her children could throw down in the kitchen. I got you.”
A giddy feeling dances in my stomach as Alijah places me on my feet in the bathroom and goes about turning on the water and adjusting the temperature.
I haven’t taken a shower with a man in so long that I’m fidgety as I shift my weight from side to side.
Less than five minutes later, I’m in Alijah’s arms as water cascades on my chest.
“Why does this feel so—” My brain short-circuits as I try to come up with the right descriptors for what this moment represents.
“Comfortable? Common? Right? I don’t know, but I’m good if you are.”
Am I?
I know we’ve had sex and have been dancing around this line for a while, but am I good with shifting into this dynamic with him?
“I don’t know. I might need some time to sort out my feelings. But right now, I just want to live in the moment.”
“That’s fair. Shit doesn’t have to be complicated. Nor do we have to put titles on anything. I’m not gonna crowd you or demand a status change. For now, let’s just let things play out.”
I nod as my mind spins with various scenarios that all seem premature in the moment.
Sex doesn’t and shouldn’t shift us into a relationship or anything else.
Hormones can dictate actions, and for now, I’m gonna believe that’s what’s happening between us.
I’ve been wanting to scratch an itch with Alijah since the day after I saw him.
We’ve done that, and hell, I’m open to doing it again.
But that doesn’t equate to romance, a commitment between us, or expectations that things are more than they are.