Chapter 21
“What are you doing?” I reacted, yanking myself out of his grasp after he slammed the door behind us. Looking around the small office, I put my hands on my hips. “Ahmad, what the hell?”
He stalked from the door to the desk and then back to the middle of the room where I stood. It was alarming how sexy he looked with his features hardened in anger. My taut nipples pushed against the lace top as I took him in. His ire fanned the flames of mine, but my body’s reaction to him was totally unexpected.
“You’re not falling for that fake Shaw Lockwood, are you?” he questioned, jaw tensed.
“What?” I sputtered, crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s it to you?”
“That guy is not who you think he is. He ain’t it.”
My face scrunched up in disgust. “Says who?”
“He was being a little too friendly with Asia before you got here.”
Well, that’s a little disrespectful.
My face was unchanged even though I was slightly irritated by that bit of information. “Okay. It’s a first date. And he’s not my man.”
“It’s disrespectful,” he pointed out.
“It’s none of your business,” I countered, squeezing my thighs together. “Why are you coming at me like this?”
“You asked me to look out for you and point out red flags if I see them.”
“I didn’t ask you to look out for me. You inserted yourself into my dating life.”
“Well, I’m telling you that Salvation Army Shaw is not it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “That’s rich coming from you.”
He frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
I rolled my eyes. “Never mind. What did you want to talk about? You couldn’t have followed me to the bathroom just to talk about my date.”
“Fine.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why are things different between us?”
“I don’t know, but it’s weird.” I paused for a second. “Why are you acting like this tonight?” I asked in return.
“Acting like what?”
“Jealous.”
His jaw tightened and his eyes flashed, but he didn’t reply to my comment.
He gestured between us. “I don’t like the way things have been with us, and I want to clear the air.”
“Okay…?”
“You’ve been avoiding me since the night of the hospital.” He moved so that we were only inches apart. “Why?”
The way his cologne infiltrated my nostrils caused a flutter in my belly.
Staring into his eyes, I cocked my head to the side. “I’ve been busy,” I said simply.
Ahmad’s head dropped back, and he let out a feral roar that seemed to come from the depths of him. My mouth snapped shut, and my eyes widened. I wasn’t scared of him. I was surprised by his outburst, but I didn’t even flinch. I’d never seen him raise his voice, let alone yell. I was more fascinated than anything.
Curling my lip in disgust, I gave him a look. “Are you done?”
“Are you? Are you done, Aaliyah? I mean, damn. I’m trying to look out for you.”
“How are you trying to look out for me, Ahmad? By mean mugging me while I’m on a date?”
“Wow!” He exhaled gruffly, walking to the other side of the small office. When he turned to face me, his frown deepened. “I wasn’t mean mugging you. I was mean mugging him.”
My eyes narrowed angrily. “You have some nerve,” I hissed.
A mixture of confusion, anger, and exasperation twisted his handsome face. He was only a few feet away, so I saw the way his eyes flickered before he replied, “Me?”
“Yes, you.”
His long legs closed the gap between us, and he stood directly in front of me. “What is your problem?”
“You are my problem!”
“So why won’t you talk to me?”
Searching my eyes, he leaned down. His face was inches from mine, and my gut twisted violently as he moved into my personal space.
I stepped back, ignoring the way my nipples tightened in his presence. I disregarded the way my panties dampened at his closeness. I couldn’t stop the way my body reacted to him. But I was not feeling how dramatic he was being, and I chose to hold on to that.
“We’ve talked, and there’s nothing else to say about it,” I snapped, glaring at him. “We’re cool!”
“Nothing else to say about what?” he questioned forcefully, continuing to move forward. “There’s nothing cool about this.”
I backed up with each step he took. He didn’t stop until I bumped into the desk behind me. My heart raced as his gaze pierced me. It was like he was reading me, listening to my thoughts. It felt like he was hearing what I wasn’t ready to say, and that made me uncomfortable. I wanted to look away, but I was stuck.
It was a bad idea to be alone with him.
When he broke the silence, his deep voice cracked with earnestness. “What are you doing to me?”
I pursed my lips but didn’t say anything. The genuineness in his eyes and the gentleness in his tone were trying to get to me. I shifted my gaze so I could resist. I refused to let him get me in my feelings.
“There are some things I should’ve told you sooner, and I’m sorry.” Cupping my chin, he turned my head so that our eyes met again. “But I’m sorry,” he repeated gently.
Swallowing hard, I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“I should’ve told you I wasn’t married, but I didn’t think it mattered since you were on dates with other men.”
We were both quiet for a moment.
“And now you…”
My brows furrowed. “And now me?”
“Yeah.” He cocked his head to the side, and his hand fell from my face. “You don’t think I deserve an apology, too?”
My jaw dropped. I felt my blood pressure rise as the question hung in the air between us. My body was physically shaking. “You think I owe you an apology?”
He looked taken aback. “Yes. You’ve been ignoring the fuck out of me—”
“I’ve been busy—”
“And you won’t even keep it real and tell me why—”
“We’re supposed to be friends!” I yelled breathlessly.
“We are friends!” he roared back.
I poked him in his chest. “And that’s why!”
“I don’t know—”
“It doesn’t matter who I go on a date with, because we are friends.”
“It matters to me,” he growled, searching my face.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because you…” His voice trailed off. Bringing his face closer to mine, he exhaled. “Because you’re you.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
His words were slow and deliberate. “I want better for you.”
“Better than what?”
“Better than the jackass you’re with. Better than any of the men you were with this summer.”
My heart thumped in my chest as I felt my resolve crumbling.
I need to get out of here.
“I’m going back to my date,” I said in a huff.
Ripping my eyes away from his, I started moving toward the door.
He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.
My back was against the wall in seconds, and my breaths came out in short bursts. A chill ran down my spine as he towered over me.
Fear coursed through my veins.
But I wasn’t fearful of him. I was fearful of how he was making me feel. The way he was looking at me made me feel like he knew too much.
Yeah, it’s time to go.
He searched my face. “What do you want me to say?”
My lips parted, and I let out a trembling breath. My voice was barely above a whisper as I took in his words. “Whatever you want to say.”
He studied me. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he seemed to read me. “You matter to me. Is that what you want to hear? You want to know that I care about you?” he questioned, releasing his grasp on my arm. “What do you want from me?”
“For the sake of our friendship…” My voice quavered slightly as it trailed off.
I want you to stop,I finished the sentence in my head.
He shook his head slowly, holding my gaze. “What do you want from me?”
As much as I knew I should’ve completed my thought, I couldn’t bring myself to stop what was already happening. So, I didn’t say anything. I just stood there. I tried to look away from him, but I couldn’t.
“What is it, Aaliyah? Just tell me. What do you want from me? What do you need from me?”
“We’re fine, Ahmad!” I retorted. “Our friendship is fine.”
“You’re just…” Staring into my eyes, he shook his head. “You’re so fucking…”
“I’m so what?” I stepped up, getting in his face. “I’m so fucking what, Ahmad?”
His lips were tightened in an almost angry pout.
My gaze lingered on his mouth, daring him to say what was on the tip of his tongue.
His jaw clenched and unclenched. His nostrils flared. His chest rose and fell.
He silently stared at me, and I stared right back.
Without warning, Ahmad crashed his lips into mine.
I gasped as he backed me against the wall, kissing me hard. I was caught off guard, but instinctively, I returned the kiss. I clawed at his T-shirt, pulling his body closer to mine. Feeling his growing bulge pressing against me through his jeans, my body shivered. His hard body pinned me, and his soft lips moved over mine. His hands encircled my neck, brushed over my shoulders, and down my arms. But it wasn’t until our tongues touched that I moaned into his mouth, fully giving in to him.
He was dominating me, consuming me, and I felt everything, everywhere.
I’d never been kissed like that before in my life.
I placed my hands on his chest and abruptly pulled out of the kiss. Staring up at him with wide eyes, I saw a mix of confusion and desire etched across his handsome features. His chest rose and fell as air escaped him in quiet bursts. His heart raced under my palm. His fingers flexed against my hips.
I’d stopped the kiss because I had to.
Ignoring the desire that churned between my legs, I opened my mouth to tell him I had to go. I looked into his eyes, ready to end whatever it was that was happening between us. But when he wet his lips and I caught a glimpse of his tongue, that yearning deep within me caused me to have a temporary lapse in judgment.
I knew I should’ve taken my hands off his chest. I knew I should’ve stepped away and created distance between us. If I would’ve given myself the space to breathe and think, I would’ve had a chance to resist. But the way he looked at me rendered me speechless. He was too close and too intoxicating. I couldn’t think straight. But feeling the way his heart raced under my hand spurred something inside me.
Letting both hands move down his defined chest over his rippled abs, I swallowed hard. When I reached his belt buckle, his lips parted, but he didn’t speak.
The desire I felt for him was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t care that I had a date waiting on me. I didn’t care about the consequences of getting caught. I only cared about dulling the ache between my thighs.
His hands gripped my hips and then moved to my waist, up my torso, and then detoured to my breasts. His fingers found my rock-hard nipples, and my breathing became more ragged.
“Yes,” I murmured as he pinched and tweaked my nipples through the lace.
“Why are you so fucking stubborn?” he uttered, bringing his face close to mine.
“Ahmad,” I moaned as his mouth trailed across my jawline, down my neck, and then against my ear.
“Don’t say my name like that,” he warned, his voice hoarse.
My body trembled with want, and I held on to his belt tighter so I didn’t tip over. “Like what?”
“Like you don’t want me to stop.” He kissed his way back to my lips and covered my mouth with his.
“I don’t,” I breathed almost inaudibly.
“What did you say?” he wondered as he slid the straps of my bodysuit from my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I was nearly panting.
“Whatever you want me to do.” He broke the kiss as my heavy breasts became exposed. “Whatever you need me to do.” He looked down at my chest and then back into my eyes. “Whatever you ask me to do.”
My stomach flipped. His words bypassed my ears and went directly to the apex of my thighs.
I had to get out of there.
Before I could make a move, his mouth covered mine again and my knees damn near buckled.
Spurred on by the combination of attraction and alcohol, my inhibitions were low and my desire was high. I was running on pure adrenaline and carnal lust. I was so lost in his kiss and in the way he toyed with my body, I didn’t realize I’d unhooked his belt. It wasn’t until I pulled on his zipper that I realized what I was doing.
“Aaliyah,” he groaned softly.
The sound he made as he said my name made my toes curl.
I slipped my hand into his jeans and over the prominent bulge in his underwear. The moment my hand grazed the cotton fabric, his entire body tensed.
Sucking in a sharp breath, he froze. His hands stilled on my body. “Aaliyah…”
I responded by stroking him as best I could through his boxer briefs.
He groaned, bringing his forehead to mine and dropping one of his hands to my ass cheek. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk,” I murmured before pushing my lips up to meet his. I continued stroking him inside his pants. “We’ve talked enough.”
Without a word, he removed my hand from his pants and then grabbed my hips. His eyes bored into me with such an intensity that I didn’t know what was coming next. He started walking forward, his body pressed against mine, moving me until my back hit the door.
I gasped, but I didn’t truly feel the collision.
I was too far gone to feel anything.
I was lost in his eyes.
I was lost in my desire.
I was lost in the moment.
“Talk to me,” he demanded.
I licked my lips. “Make me.”
Breathing heavily, we continued staring at each other.
The way his eyes flashed gave me chills.
He let go of my hips and reached around me. As soon as I heard the click of the door locking, he cupped my face with both hands.
“You’re so fucking stubborn, Aaliyah,” he uttered before covering my mouth with his. Feeling the sweet heat of his lips and knowing it was going to go somewhere, my body curved into his. As he deepened the kiss, his tongue grazed mine, and I hit my breaking point.
The desire I felt for him was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself. I placed my hand on his dick. I didn’t care about consequences. My fingers slipped between us, and as soon as they slid across the front of his pants, something animalistic took over the both of us.
“Shit,” he groaned into my mouth.
The rumble in his chest made the throbbing between my thighs intensify.
I ran my hand up and down his erection as it strained against his pants. The thought of his dick and how big it felt had my entire body on edge.
Dipping his head, he pinned my shoulders against the door, and he suctioned his mouth to my waiting nipple. The wet heat made me moan as he alternated from one nipple to the other.
“Ahmad,” I whispered wantonly.
“What did I tell you about saying my name like that?” he growled, crashing his mouth into mine.
I slipped my hand in his pants again. This time, I went inside his boxer briefs. The palm of my hand ran down his shaft before I squeezed gently, applying pressure. “I don’t want to talk…”
He closed his eyes and let his head drop back momentarily as I pushed his boxer briefs down. “Fuck,” he growled under his breath. “What do you want to do?”
He was so thick that my fingertips didn’t touch as I held him, caressing him on my way down and then back up his full eight inches.
“You’re going to have to say it?” He grabbed my face and kissed me softly. He pulled away from my lips and started trailing kisses across my jawline, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “I know what you want, but you’re going to have to say it.”
Panting as his hands slid up and down my body, I couldn’t get my mind to work properly, let alone my voice box. The only thing that came out of me was a moan.
“Was this what you wanted, Aaliyah?” He lightly bit down on my nipple. “Or do you want more?”
“More.”
“I can give you more,” he whispered, grabbing my skirt. Pulling it up and gathering it at my waist, he squatted in front of me. “Hold this,” he demanded, giving me the hem. “Is this what you needed?” He kissed me along my panty line. “Is this what you need from me?”
Oh, shit.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathily.
Licking his lips, he unclasped my bodysuit and then hooked his fingers in my panties.
“I’m going to spell out my apology with my tongue and make you come on it.” Yanking the G-string down roughly, he removed it and then looked up at me. “Is that okay with you?”
Unable to trust my voice, I nodded.
Never shifting his eyes from mine, he placed my leg over his shoulder and nuzzled his nose into me, inhaling deeply. “Mmmm… I need to hear you say it,” he whispered against my bare flesh.
“Yes.”
I saw the desire in his eyes as he buried his face between my thighs. Using his tongue, he opened me up and ran it over my slit.
“Oh. My. God.” I buckled against the door, and my knees shook. With one hand gripping my skirt and the other on the back of his head, I rocked into his mouth.
My response only encouraged him as his tongue strategically toyed with me. When he sucked on my clit, I almost collapsed.
Moaning something into my pussy, he darted his tongue in and out of me before lavishing my clit again. Pleasure shot through my body, and I was already on the brink of losing control.
“Ahmad,” I exhaled sharply. I held his head right where I needed it. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right. There. Right. Fucking. There.”
His face was buried in me, and his fingers dug into my thick thighs.
When he swirled his tongue in a steady rhythm, I just knew I was about to come on his handsome face. He was going to send me over the edge in record time.
I was about to let him know that I was almost there, but he stopped and stood.
“I was so close,” I whined, opening my eyes.
“I’m going to take care of you.” He lowered his voice and brushed his lips against mine. “And you’re going to talk to me.”
“No, I’m—”
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
My entire body clenched.
The anticipation to have him fill me up was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My heart pounded in my throat as I widened my stance. Using his middle finger, he massaged his way into me. Sliding in and out of my wetness, he curled his finger into my G-spot. I moaned loudly.
“I’m going to take care of you. I just need you to be quiet for me,” he started, his voice low. “Can you do that for me?”
He pulled his finger out and rubbed my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly.
“Are you sure?” He slipped his finger back inside me. “The music isn’t as loud back here. You don’t want people to hear us, do you?”
His fingers were magic. I could barely concentrate on the words he was saying. “No,” I squeaked, squeezing his bicep as I maintained my balance.
Leaning down so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, he whispered my name as he applied pressure and rubbed me. My fingernails dragged across his T-shirt until I fisted the collar.
“Ahmad,” I gasped.
My breathing changed when I felt myself approaching the edge.
“You want me to make you come?” he asked as he toyed with me.
“Yes.” The word came out choppy as I tried and failed to regulate my breathing.
“That’s it. That’s all you needed. You needed me to take care of this pretty pussy. You needed me to make you come…”
“Oh, shit,” I panted before letting out an octave that I didn’t even realize I could hit.
“You like that right there, don’t you?” he teased lowly, pulling his fingers out of me and rubbing my juices over my sensitive clit. “You want me to let you come?”
“Yes,” I panted.
“Listen to how wet you are,” he growled as he dipped into me. I gyrated against his hand. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I exhaled. “Please don’t stop.”
“Then answer my question… Why did you ignore me?”
“Ahmad,” I groaned.
“Why did you ignore me?” he asked as he kissed me, caressing his tongue against mine. “Why did you switch up on me?”
My body was like putty in his hands, and he knew it. It was almost manipulative to ask me anything while he was stroking me. The way he was kissing me and touching me almost had me saying things I didn’t want to say.
So, I moved one of my hands down the front of him.
He sucked in a sharp breath, and his fingers stilled as my hand brushed against his dick.
“Talk to me. Tell me why,” he rasped, one of his hands leaving my body.
“I don’t know,” I whimpered as he lightly caressed my clit.
“You’re not being honest with me,” he murmured. “So now I’m going to have to make you tell me.”
He moved his lips over mine, and we kissed with reckless abandon. I wanted him so bad that I was starting to lose control. I was so focused on watching him, he caught me off guard when he spun me around. Bending me so my head was against the door and my ass was out, he stooped down and ate my pussy from the back.
It took two and a half seconds for me to come on his face.
He rose to his feet and pushed me against the door. He pinned me with his body and whispered, “You taste so fucking good.” He kissed my neck. “But I didn’t tell you that you could come yet.” He kissed the spot behind my ear before flicking my earlobe with his tongue. “You don’t seem like you’re done yet. You have another one for me?”
My body was on fire. My pussy was quivering. I wanted him in the worst way.
“Yes,” I answered breathily.
“You’re ready to give it to me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
My breathing hitched as I felt his erection against me. Gripping the jamb, I rested my forehead against the wooden door. The sound of the music and the people outside of the office were drowned out by the sound of my heart racing.
Forcing my skirt up around my waist, he palmed my bare ass. He moved so I could feel his dick against my skin. “Is this what you want?”
“Yessss.” I swallowed hard. I was damn near salivating.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I trembled in response. “Yes.”
“Tell me.” He kissed the space right behind my ear before trailing kisses down my neck. His lips brushed against my shoulder. Taking a step back, he placed his hand along my spine and bent me over. He lifted my skirt, grabbed my exposed hips tightly, and pressed his dick into my soft ass.
I closed my eyes. “Ahmad, please,” I begged.
“I already know you do… I can tell by how wet this pussy is,” he breathed as I felt him lining up against me.
The head of his dick pressed against my opening, and my breathing hitched.
Ahmad reached around and squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “But I’m not going to give it to you until you’re honest with me,” he whispered.
My eyes flew open. “What?”
“Tell me what you want.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I held in a moan as he pushed the head of his dick into me.
“Tell me what I want to know,” he demanded, digging his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself.
I was so wet that the pressure of him stretching me was a delicious pain.
“I’m not going to let you come until you tell me what I want to know,” he grunted. His fingertips moved over my flesh as he leaned forward. He pressed his mouth against my ear. “I know how bad you need to come, and I know you can feel how bad I want to make you come.” He gently bit down on my earlobe. “Tell me what you want.”
Afraid of saying too much, I shook my head. “No.” My voice was small and timid.
“Why are you so fucking stubborn?” Ahmad wondered softly as he slipped another inch inside me.
I didn’t recognize the mewling sound that came out of me. Rolling my hips, I tried to force him in deeper.
“Nah,” he denied me, smacking my ass and then rubbing the sore spot. “I need to know…”
“Please,” I begged.
He groaned, and I felt his big dick get bigger.
“I want to fill this pussy up so bad, but you’re not being honest with me.” He slid almost all the way out of me. Holding my hips steady, he prevented me from grinding on him. “Tell me what you want, Aaliyah. If you want to come on my dick, you’re going to have to be honest with me. Tell me what you want, Aaliyah.”
His words sent a chill down my spine, and I shivered.
“You,” I panted. “I want you.”
“Fuck,” he swore.
I felt his resolve weaken at my words.
“Say that shit again,” he growled in my ear.
“I want you.”
“Good.” He kissed the back of my neck and then stood up straight. “Now let me show you how bad I want you.”
He worked his way inside me. After every inch he pushed into me, he paused to let me adjust. The deeper he got, the more I disconnected from reality.
The only thing that existed was him.
The only thing I felt was pleasure.
The only thing I wanted was to come.
“Ahmad,” I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
He let out a low, guttural noise and stopped moving. He ran his hands up to my breasts, pinching my nipples and then returning his hands to my ass. “You feel so fucking good.”
I shuddered as I gave in to the ecstasy of being stretched out and completely filled.
Grinding my hips against him, I worked myself up and down his shaft. The rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness, intensifying the moment for me.
With my palms flat against the door, I let my head dangle languidly. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tighten my entire lower body. Everything he said, did, and touched was exactly what I needed when I needed it.
“Dammit, Aaliyah.” His voice was hoarse and needy. “Shit.”
“Yes, Ahmad. Right there. Right there.”
“Oh, shit,” he groaned softly, flexing his fingers against my hips and picking up the pace.
He slapped my ass as it bounced noisily against his thighs.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged in the throaty purr that seemed to do something to him. “Please.”
“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.”
His strokes consistently hit the right spot, and my body was loving each and every second of it.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
I wasn’t doing a good job at keeping my moaning under control. I tried my best to hold it together, but I felt myself coming undone as soon as he picked up the pace.
“Please. Don’t. Stop,” I pleaded.
He sucked in air sharply. “Goddammit, Aaliyah,” he swore under his breath. “You’re so fucking wet.”
As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. Each swear, each groan, each grunt from Ahmad added to my building orgasm. Even though we were trying not to make any noise, our bodies were getting louder.
My knees buckled, and I cried out.
“Oh, you like that, Aaliyah?” he growled.
As I moaned in ecstasy, my muscles clenched, and I started clamping down around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he continued to hit my spot. “That’s it. Let me have it. Let me feel it. Come on this dick. Give it to me, Aaliyah.”
I gasped as the fluttering feeling deep in my core detonated.
My back arched, and my body shook. The ache deep inside me exploded as I felt his throbbing dick and heard the raspy need in his voice.
My damp thighs quivered, and I collapsed against the door just as he pulled out of me.
A sexy guttural grunt burst out of him as he slumped against me. I watched as his seed splattered on the concrete floor between my legs. He spread kisses all over my back as he pulled me against him.
With our bodies still buzzing, our heavy, satiated breathing filled the room.
He kissed my shoulder and neck. “That was—”
The firm knock against the door reverberated through my body, and I was sure my eyes were as wide as his. Panic replaced the sexual high I was on as the sound of someone at the door startled us apart.