60. Cairo
SIXTY
cairo
The only way to get someone like Bay to listen is to claim them. To strip them down to the bare bones of vulnerability because it’s the only way you can see underneath.
She says she’s sorry, but I’m not fully sold on it.
I thought I knew her, maybe convinced myself she wasn’t with Wallace before, because the alternative was just unbearable and unwanted.
Yet I saw what I saw, and I can’t erase the imagery from my head.
They’re inseparable, and there’s no cutting down or into that.
It’s different when it’s my brothers who lust and want to fuck her, but it’s entirely unfathomable to swallow when my rival has laid ownership of what I’ve already touched.
I don’t like it.
Definitely didn’t give me a warm and fuzzy feeling when Reeve told me she was straddling a front bumper and making out with him like it was a favorite pastime of hers.
If she wants me, then she’s going to allow me to use her until I can’t anymore. Until the imagery of Reeve’s vivid fucking storytelling is out of my head. Taking my dick like she was always meant to and showing me I’m a contender, someone she’s serious about long term. I’m not looking for her to pass the time.
Especially now with Wallace around in a capacity I’m never going to fill.
I’ve never been a man who’s had any self-esteem issues, but Wallace… It’s fucking annoying.
I said I could share all day long with men within my close circle but not that motherfucker.
He’s a prick; I’m not a fan, and they have history.
I can’t compete with that shit, nor do I want to.
But I’m bent on having her, and I’ve never felt this strongly for someone who’s such a complete pain in my ass.
Bay’s fingers stroke my length as she wraps her plush lips around my shaft, bobbing that pretty little head up and down in slow and steady movements.
Those captivating blue eyes peek up at me, watching my mouth part as I watch her knell before me and take my cock.
She’s so fucking beautiful down there I can’t even describe it.
I’m half-tempted to lock us in this room so she can keep doing this when I’m back and ready. To hold these moments and not allow anyone else to spoil them.
AKA Wallace.
“Look at you,” I praise, lacing my fingers into her thick black hair. “So fucking perfect, Little T.” She opens her mouth wide, running her tongue up the bottom of my cock as she gives me a view of it inside. “You make this quick, and we’re only doing it again.”
The tip of my dick rubs against the length of her wet tongue, and she wraps her wicked mouth around me and sucks.
Light and innocent.
I don’t know if she’s torturing me on purpose, or if she thinks I might like it, but I’m so wound up from the last few days that I can’t help but take over.
I can’t help but make her mine and show her how I like it.
Everything in me screams for carnal release. Her energy sets my whole world on fire, and I desire nothing more than to claim, mark, and have her gag all over me. My tightly bonded restraint is lacking when I want her to pay some more for what she’s done to me, but I don’t search for it.
Not when my cock is hitting the back of her throat, and she’s looking up at me for air.
I bestow some, keeping myself in her mouth as her blue eyes water. My fingers grip back at her hair as I pull her head back, my dick falling from her mouth as I rub myself out over her lips.
“You’re going to make me come all night, Little T,” I promise her. “And you’re going to get nothing in return.” Her little brows descend, that pride of hers wanting to clap back at me, but she refrains. “Don’t like that idea?”
“Can’t say I’m a fan,” she says through heavy pants. “However, whatever it takes to show you I’m serious. I meant what I said when I agreed we’re a team. Nothing changes between us.”
I shove my cock in her mouth and tighten my teeth together. “I don’t want to be just a team; I’m bent on you being mine. Every day and night, I come to you if I want to fuck, kiss, or bring you out with me. I don’t have to call. I don’t have to fucking make plans. I just do.”
She sucks me off, and I don’t know if it’s to shut me the hell up or her agreeing to everything I’m saying, but I can’t stop.
Bay feels too good.
She’s a perfect combination to keep me on my toes, even though half of the time she pisses me off. Yet, like this, I can argue and get my point across by doing what we are right now.
“Does that sound good to you, Little T?” I cup her chin, saliva dripping down her skin, and it’s sexy as hell. “I’ll cook you dinner and you sit on my dick while we watch TV?”
Bay makes a low sound of what comes off as approval as I slow my pace and allow her to work me how she wants.
“Make me come,” I order. “And I want you to swallow every last drop for me.”
She works for my release, clutching my thigh with one hand. Bay could earn a living doing what she is right now. I’d gladly give her the job because every lap of her tongue is the best torture. Those lips suck and waste me away into a flurry of pure lust at the sight of this feisty woman before me, someone who doesn’t easily take orders from anyone, and I’ve seen her at her worst.
I want in her heart.
I guess that’s the dopey way of putting it. I wish to consume her, the same way she’s beginning to take over me, and I never thought we’d get here.
I’m just tired of fighting it.
The base of my spine tingles, warning of the abrupt cliff that’s my orgasm. I tighten my grip on Bay’s hair, commanding she doesn’t stop. She keeps challenging me so I can do all of this.
Bay takes me into the back of her throat, and I moan through the sensation.
Then the fucking door to my old childhood bedroom opens quietly, snapping my attention to it.
And it’s Oz.
Shit.
His gaze descends the length of me and to Bay, bobbing around my shit and forcing my body to finally submit.
I jerk my head, silently saying he can come in if he wants, but he’s never shown any interest in getting head or close to someone, for that matter.
So I’m surprised when he shuts the door as quietly as he opened it and remains inside.
Wrapping my fingers around her jaw, I immediately earn her blue eyes as quickly as I touch her. “No more secrets.”
She nods, sucks a bit harder, but I’m not fully content with the response.
“I mean it,” I impart seriously. “You lie to me again, and we’re going to have problems.”
Her eyes close as she works me faster, harder, and in a way that makes my balls clench.
I begin thrusting my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat and earning a small gag from her sending goosebumps rippling across my flesh.
“You’re going to take me how I want it for the shit you did, aren’t you? For not listening. For never making the smartest decisions.” I stroke her chin, reveling in each inch she takes of me. “You’re going to swallow my cock like my good little South Shore slut and you’re going to want to come.”
I don’t know why, but I look up at Ozzy, standing a few yards away from her. She has no idea he’s in the room, and I plan on keeping it that way.
If he wants to observe and take notes for later, I’m all for being his science project. My brother, to my knowledge, hasn’t had a woman. He doesn’t know what it feels like to have his cock sucked and slobbed on.
And he needs to let out some aggression when this shit is all over.
And I know exactly who that someone should be.
My brother drops his head, giving me all I need to continue my getting off, and Bay understanding where we stand.
I hit the back of her throat, and my body tenses while my balls threaten to give out.
Fuck, I hope Ozzy enjoys the ten seconds he has, because this isn’t going to last long.
“There you go,” I urge, gently pushing back some of her hair. “Show me what you’re always going to do for me after you piss me off and don’t listen.”
Her lips and tongue gently roll and suck, putting action to words because sometimes, it’s the only way to make us understand.
Cupping the back of her head, I push a little, getting her to take me deeper and stop with the soft shit. It’s more for Oz than it is for me. She’s going to keep doing silly, stupid shit, and he needs to learn how to make her listen.
“We done with this bullshit now?” I solicit evenly. “If you want me to accept Wallace into my inner circle, you’ve got to do something for me first.”
Her teeth lightly scrape against the skin of my cock, warning my ass of asking for the sky and every single star.
“Ozzy.”
She freezes on a dime, blue eyes shooting up at me for what I mean by just the mere mention of his name. I also have the attention of said man on me.
“You take care of him for me.”
Bay’s forehead furrows, but she doesn’t say a word, nor does she remove my cock from her mouth, which I can’t say I don’t appreciate.
“He’s my brother. He’s been through a lot. He will tell you his story.” That comment was more for Oz than her. “But you need to promise me…he’s not a means to an end.”
Bay tightly grips the base of my cock, using her saliva as lube as she strokes me back and forth when removing her lips. “Ozzy is mine. In any capacity he wants to be. He’s my husband . And I don’t see us divorcing any time soon, if you thought that’s the direction I was heading.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Then you’re smarter than I thought you were.”
“He needs to know that.”
“That boy and I have done more weird shit than you could imagine. We’re…connected. And it’s a work in progress, which I’m fine with.”
“Good girl.” I lace my fingers through her hair, tugging a bit on the strands to lift her chin higher while I bend over. “This is the last conversation we’re having about this.”
“We never needed to have it in the first place.”
I smirk. “I like confirming shit. You’re too much of a wild card.”
“But a loyal one.”
I nod, my lips hovering over hers as a tease—as much as it is for her as it is for me.
There isn’t anyone in this world who has captivated me or my boys more than her. And, honestly, I like having serious conversations with my dick in her mouth.
I get more words out.
She is forced to shut up.
It’s a win-win.
Straightening my spine, I offer my cock back to her, and she greedily takes it. All lips and tongue, the perfect amount of suction.
Those lucid blue eyes on me like she has to see how she’s making me feel.
Clasping both sides of her face, I start fucking her mouth faster.
This is me.
I like control and dirty fucks. I like watching saliva drip from her chin and her eyes water as she begins taking more of me.
She gags a bit but doesn’t make a move to get more space.
Bay takes it.
And she fucking loves it.
Her teeth rake against my sensitive skin, but I keep forcing my cock between her lips.
She’s going to take all of me.
She’s going to accept all of it, too.
This is me and my domineering ass demanding she listens to me for two minutes out of her damn life so I know this isn’t a waste of time.
“Holy… fuck ,” I grind out. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I’m going to have you gagging all over my cock all night because this… I’m never gonna get enough of it.”
Bay’s lips come to the tip of my dick as if she’s going to pull off of it, taunting the sensitive skin there before going back down on me.
She does it again.
Those pillow-like lips and those fucking eyes still looking up at me are what do it.
I’m violently spilling my cum inside that pretty mouth, and Bay—like the complete badass that she is—takes it all on her knees.
Then she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out to show me she hasn’t missed a drop.
I’m fucked.
Helping her to her feet, I finally take those lips for myself, tasting me off her tongue as we slowly lick at each other. Her palms rub at my upper thighs, dangerously close to my spent cock, and it’s ramping up for round two already.
“How would you like me for round two, Sinatra?” she mutters. “I can bend over on all fours and give you a view of my ass when I take you again against my throat.”
Fuck me.
“Let’s rest that smart-ass mouth while you stroke me. I want to come all over your face.”
I feel her smile. “What did this round forgive me for?”
“Not killing Matteo.”
Bay chuckles lightly, but it’s a good thing she didn’t, because fuck knows who’d rat her out if she had.
And anyone who says otherwise about her attempting to kill him is hearsay.
Sheriff Muncy couldn’t prove that unless someone took a video of it, which I doubt since we were in South Shore.
“I need to get back downstairs,” she says. “Levi will be?—”
“Did you really just fuckin’ say his name after my cock was in your mouth?”
“Yes,” Ozzy answers for her, causing Bay to jolt and spin around, bumping my body with her ass as she does.
It’s a perfect position, honestly.
“How long have you been here?” she inquires, almost sounding horrified as she stands off with Oz.
He lifts his shoulders nonchalantly, and Bay closes the distance between them. “Is it your mission in life to scare the shit out of me every two minutes? Do you know how many times you’ve almost given me a heart attack?”
“No,” he deadpans, tucking his chin to look down at her.
“I think you just might.”
“You against him watching, Little T?” I chime in, tucking myself into my jeans because she’s right, Bay is going to be missed if she’s up here for too long.
“That stealth shit is going to get me to bust your ass one day,” she threatens Oz. “I’m surprised I haven’t punched you in the face yet.”
“You headbutted me.”
She snorts, and my eyebrows clench. “When?”
She gives him a small shove, ignoring me and barely getting his body to move when she makes her way for the door.
But I haven’t told her everything yet.
“You didn’t ask me who I took out tonight,” I vouch, receiving her sole attention once more.
She lifts an eyebrow. “Did I need to?”
“Thought you might want to know.” She stares at me expectedly. “In case Muncy comes looking for you, I took those men out Vivian hired.”
Her face twists. “I thought Levi did that.”
“Your boy wasn’t thorough enough.”
“And how would you know?”
“Because one waltzed into my coffee shop talking about some crazy blonde who paid him a thousand dollars to fuck some guy in a chair. I took a shot in the dark…literally.”
Bay steals a glance at Ozzy, but he continues to stare at me. “Anything else?”
“Yeah.” She glances over at me when I don’t add on to that. “You’re not done with me tonight.”
Bay doesn’t argue with me but looks back to Ozzy again, clearly concerned with how he may be handling the news.
“Oz,” I emit evenly. “Your wife is upset.” He snaps his head over to her with a frown. “She’s wondering how you’re doing after that bitch died.”
“Fine,” he deadpans, and he is.
I swear I saw a weight get lifted off his shoulders when I announced Vivian was dead, gone, and no longer a problem.
I wasn’t a huge fan of who killed her, and the solid Wallace did for everyone, but it is what it is.
“She’s gonna need more, Oz,” I press. “She doesn’t know the full story, and you’re vague as hell.”
He shifts his weight but doesn’t pry his gaze off her. “I’m okay.”
I’m guessing that’s the most she’s going to get out of him tonight, and it’s going to have to be fine. I’m not in the mood to pull teeth to make him communicate and do it with more than two words.
She lifts her hand, receiving his palm immediately, and she’s right.
They do have a weird-ass connection.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
Motherfucking Levi Wallace.
I don’t bother to check my door because his possessive voice streams through the space and ruins my hard-on.
“We gotta go.” Bay allows her fingers to linger for a few more seconds before slowly dropping her hand and moving without direction or reason as Wallace says, “You’re comin’ too, Black. Your boy got into a bit of trouble.”