Chapter 6 #2
The kiss deepened, no polite knock, no waiting for permission. It kicked the door open, dropped its bag on the floor, and made itself at home. Elias’s lips tasted like truth, warm, unhurried, and heavy with intent. His hand gripped my waist like he was steadying himself… or me… hell, maybe both.
My mind flickered. This is too much. Too fast. Too dangerous. But the way my body arched into him, trembling, betrayed me. Want was winning the war against fear.
He lifted me as if my thick thighs and softness in all the places a man could get lost in didn’t matter, carried me into the living room, and laid me on the couch gently, treating my body like a sacred altar where he’d come to pray.
“Say it again,” he whispered, sliding his hands up my thighs, his voice dragging low like syrup.
“Say what?”
“That you’re done punishing yourself, Deputy Gorgeous.”
I nodded, breath catching. “I’m done.”
“Good.” He unbuttoned my dress like he was unwrapping a miracle. “Then I’ma show you what being adored feels like.”
The first brush of his lips against my skin made me damn near forget how to breathe. He kissed down my collarbone, taking his time with my breasts, hands firm, mouth greedy. My spine arched like my body was trying to escape and beg for more all at once.
“Elias—”
“Nah.” He growled against my nipple. “Say that shit again when I’m inside you.” My hips jerked, and he smirked. “You feel that? That’s what safety wrapped in a real nigga that’s not gonna fumble you feels like.”
As he gently slid my panties down, he truly savored every moment.
His gaze held a captivating blend of desire and anticipation, a spark of excitement in the air.
He licked his lips, clearly relishing the sight before him, like a true connoisseur ready to enjoy a delightful feast, fully appreciating the beauty of what was about to unfold.
I hadn’t even caught my breath from the last kiss before he had me up against the wall like I was a wanted poster at the precinct. Elias looked me directly in the eye, as if he were trying to both warn me and worship me at the same time.
“Once I fuck you, Jonay,” he said, voice deep and resonant like a heavy bass thumping down the block in a slab, “ain’t no leaving me. You understand that? I’m not these corny-ass niggas you used to. I’m peace. I’m punishment. I’m pressure.”
My whole body clenched like it was co-signing everything he said. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, chest to chest.
“Then stop talking and apply it, Detective Fine Shyt.”
He bit his lip, shaking his head like I’d just challenged his hood honor, and scooped me up like it was nothing. He carried me straight to my bedroom with a strength that conveyed I protect and I pound.
“Lay back. Let me see my meal.”
I slowly parted my legs, my panties already somewhere near hell. The way he was staring at me made me want to apologize to every man who ever thought they had me.
“Damn,” he muttered, licking his lips. “I think you gon’ have the pussy that comes with consequences.”
“And you got that type of dick that ruins weekends.”
We both laughed, dirty, dangerous, and consensually disrespectful. Then he dropped to his knees like a man who knew that prayer was more than words. His tongue met me as if he hadn’t eaten all day, starving for salvation between my thighs.
“Oh my God, Elias—”
“Nah.” He growled, his beard soaked and his voice muffled. “Call me daddy when I’m feasting.” He sucked, slurped, hummed, and talked shit in between licks. “This mine now. I’m stamping it. Customizing it. You gon’ walk crooked, but you gon’ smile doing it.”
I was gasping, nearly crying, with my grip tight in his waves.
“I’m yours now?” I cocked my brow, breath still catching, trying to sound unbothered while clenching like the Holy Ghost just walked in. “Daddy,… you eating like I stole something from you.”
He stopped and raised up. “You did, Jonay,” he said, breath hot against my slickness. “You stole my peace the minute you walked in that hospital with all that attitude and ass. Now I’m taking it back, one moan at a time.”
“So you just out here slinging community dick with declarations attached, huh?”
Elias slowly licked his lips, eyes full of hood gospel and gutter promises. “Nah, lil’ baby. My dick got selective citizenship. I don’t do tourist tours; I do takeovers.” He gripped my waist like he was signing a deed. “And I’m setting up permanent residency in this pretty ass pussy right now.”
I blinked. “Not you setting up utilities, too.”
“Damn right,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “Light bill in my name, WiFi on autopay, and I’m mowing the lawn every other fucking Sunday.”
“You really think you him, huh?”
He smirked and leaned in, letting his beard tickle the side of my jaw. “I am him, baby. Him downstairs. Him delivering pressure. Him that’s gon’ have you limp at brunch wit’ ya girls.”
I tried to hit him with a quick clapback but choked on a moan the second he slid his tongue back between my thighs.
“Oh, Elias!”
He continued sucking my clit slowly, slurping like he just clocked out a warehouse job, and my pussy was his favorite flavor of Gatorade.
“Baby, slow down. Why you eating it like you mad at it? Fuck!” I panted, my hips bucking as I struggled to get away from him.
“’Cause I am, Jonay. Mad that no lame before me knew what to do with it. Mad I ain’t had it sooner. Mad it’s mine now, and I gotta make up for lost time.” He pulled back for a second, beard glistening like sin and salvation. “If this pussy was a felony, I’d do the time with a smile.”
“What!” I cackled. “You’re so dumb.”
“I’m deadass, girl.” He growled, smacking my ass once, twice. “Ten to life for this grip? I’d be singing in the prison choir.”
I didn’t even have time to respond before he grabbed a condom off the nightstand, then flipped me over like a ribeye on the grill and slid in from behind.
“Goddd—”
“Nah, mama. Call me Elias,” he commanded, grip tight on my hips.
He was deep. Real deep. He was rearranging grief and regret with every thrust.
“You ever feel this safe before?” he asked, pounding like the rent was due, and I was the deposit.
“N-no.”
“You ever had somebody fuck the fear outta you before?”
I shook my head, mouth open, losing all logical thought.
“Good.” He grunted. “Let me be your first and only trauma exorcist.”
I reached back, gripping his wrist.
“If you don’t slow down, I’ma lose my damn job tomorrow.”
He laughed low and dark. “You gon’ be moaning through your morning roll call.
Tell your inmates daddy wore you out.” Smack.
“That’s for texting back late.” Thrust. “That’s for acting like you ain’t wanna see me.
” Grip. “And that right there?” He buried himself to the hilt.
“That’s for letting Kam breathe near your sexy ass. ”
“Elias.”
“Nah. Don’t say my name unless you singing it.” He continued to thrust inside me from the soul. Deep. Vicious. Filthy.
“Elias, daddy. Oh shit, please…”
“That’s more like it.” His mouth pressed to my ear, voice raw and ragged from the rhythm of his thrusts. He whispered the nastiest affirmations, filthy and reverent in the same breath.
“This mine now… ain’t nobody touching you like this but me.”
“You safe, baby. You safe with me.”
“You hear me? You belong to me.”
Each word slammed into me harder than his strokes, branding me from the inside out. My body bowed beneath him, pleasure clawing through me, every nerve lit like fireworks. I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as the heat broke open inside me.
We came together, bodies breaking and building at once, the crash of waves against rock and the rebuilding of the shoreline in the same violent breath.
My legs shook so bad I thought they’d give out.
My chest hiccupped with ragged breaths, and tears spilled before I even knew I was crying.
It was too much and not enough, a funeral for every wound I’d carried, and a resurrection for the woman I was trying to become.
He pulled me close after, still breathing heavy, and kissed me gently on my neck.
“You straight?” he murmured.
I laughed, eyes still closed. “I’m crooked, twisted, and mildly disoriented.”
He chuckled, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my forehead. “You’re safe with me, baby. I’ll protect your mind, body, and heart at all times.”
I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face because I felt safe in his arms, and I believed he meant every word.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains in my bedroom as if it was sent to spy on me.
I was still wrapped in warmth that didn’t belong to no damn blanket.
My head was resting on his chest, his arm was firmly locked around my waist, and our legs were tangled like roots that had already claimed soil.
My heart was doing a steady tap dance that only Elias could’ve choreographed.
My skin still carried his scent: teakwood, frankincense, and a hint of ownership.
He was still sleeping, one arm draped heavily over my hip, and his hand possessively resting on the curve of my ass like it paid rent there. His breaths were deep, calm, and peaceful. It was the type of sleep a man got when he was sure of himself… and who he had next to him.
I turned gently, my eyes landing on his face. That beard. That jawline. The way his lashes curled up like God took extra time on him. I studied him like a love poem I hadn’t finished writing.
I was experiencing a range of emotions.
I gently shifted again, trying to reach for my bonnet and not wake the beast. But of course, his hand tightened on my hip like, where you going without this good pipe and protective presence, ma’am?
“Good morning, baby.” His raspy voice was still thick with sleep.
I melted right then and there, his voice making my knees question their stability.
“Hey,” I whispered, not even trying to hide the smirk stretching across my face. “You’re sleeping hard like you didn’t just rearrange my damn soul last night.”