Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
KEGEL DAY
Sorinah
The male species’ egos were fragile. Men who loved to be in charge didn’t enjoy relinquishing power. Especially not in the bedroom. It was no wonder she didn’t think Aldrich, of all people, would go for it. His energy in the bedroom wasn’t like anything she had experienced before.
His restraint was such a turn-on for her. Having this strong, sexy man bend to her will was empowering as fuck.
Aldrich’s steel-grey eyes were so intense as they tracked her movements.
Her entire body broke out in goosebumps.
It didn’t deter her from her task of getting the black packet out of the drawer.
She liked the brand he used. The feel of the barrier was barely noticeable when they were together before.
She wanted to drag out the moment, but it was amazing how turned on she got just from giving him head.
He was so responsive and vocal in his pleasure.
His hiss while she rolled the condom over his length was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Despite her eagerness to ride his dick and make them both come, she couldn’t afford to rush it.
Aldrich’s head was sizeable. She wasn’t trying to hurt her lady bits.
Their eyes remained locked as she slowly sank onto his dick, allowing his bulbous head to stretch her entrance. The bite was sweet, causing her to pause before adjusting to him.
“Kitten, we good?” His voice tinged with concern.
Sorinah nodded, her movements tentative, until she remembered this was her show.
“Yeah,” she murmured, her voice husky as she rocked slowly back and forth, sinking onto his dick with a measured leisureliness that made her breath hitch.
Closing her eyes, she savoured the sensation, the way her body stretched and adjusted to the fullness, the heat of him enveloping her in waves of pleasure.
“The real question is, are you?” she asked, her tone laced with a teasing challenge as she arched her back slightly.
His groan was deep and guttural as she placed her palms on his pecs and increased her tempo. Her walls squeezed and massaged his dick as she gave in to the sensation of being filled with him.
“Fuck,” he drew out the word. “You’re ridiculously tight!”
“I neva miss Kegel day,” she giggled.
Aldrich let out a primal growl as she quickened her pace, her fingers digging into his chest. “You feel so good.”
Sorinah’s breath hitched, and she let out a soft, throaty moan, the sound escaping her lips as she leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest for balance.
She shifted her hips subtly, angling herself so that she could feel every inch of him inside her, the sensation sending shockwaves through her core.
The new position made his dick press against her spongy, hidden pleasure spot deep within, and a shiver ran through her body, her back arching slightly as she chased the building tension, her breaths coming faster, more ragged.
His moans of pleasure spurred her on, making her feel desirable. Her movements grew more urgent, her body trembling with pleasure. Each roll of her hips was a testament to her passion, her need for him evident in every breath she took.
“Just like that, Kitten.”
She rode him with abandon, her moans mingling with his as their bodies moved in perfect sync. The tension built, coiling tighter with every stroke. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, each thrust driving them closer to the edge.
“You’re so close. Come,” he begged.
With a final, shared cry, they collapsed together, crumpling in a tangle of limbs, breathless and sated.
At that moment, her stomach rumbled like a sixteen-wheeler gaining power. Considering everything they shared, hell, their bodies were still partially entwined, she couldn’t muster up embarrassment. She simply laughed, the sound sultry.
“When did you last eat?” he asked.
“I didn’t get around to dinner.”
“We can’t have dat. I’ll order us something to eat. What would you like?”
“I was about to order pizza before you texted,” she admitted.
“Sounds good,” he replied, reaching for his phone. “What would you like on your pizza?”
“Ham and pineapple.”
He looked at her as if she had two heads. “Got it. Two separate pizzas, it is. There is no way I’m eating that.”
“Don’t be a pizza snob! I’ll have you know pineapple on pizza is delicious.”
“I’ll take your word for it. I ain’t eaten’ dat!” He went quiet as he typed away on his phone.
“Where are you ordering from?”
“Not sure. I’m messaging my assistant; he’ll take care of placing the order.”
“Wow. Aren’t you precious? You don’t even order your own pizza.”
“What, you want the man out of a job?” His phone dinged, and he read the message. “The pizza should be here in an hour.”
Her stomach groaned in protest.
“Let’s get you some fruit while we wait,” he said, sitting up.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”
There was something to be said for hanging out with a man who had a supply of the plushiest robes.
This was just as cuddly and soft as the one in Trinidad.
She sat in the kitchen as he pulled an already-made fruit and cheese plate out of the fridge, then grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine chiller. He was so bougie. She kinda liked it.
Most people would consider Sorinah’s upbringing and lifestyle upper middle class.
Everything about Aldrich’s lifestyle screamed he was in a completely different tax bracket.
The appliances in his kitchen were the highest-end.
The bottle of wine he casually pulled out for some fruit and pizza was easily eight hundred dollars.
Well, at least she didn’t have to worry about him eyeing her money. Due to her successful business, her paid-off home, a comfortable lifestyle, and her sizeable trust fund, she was cautious about the types of men she allowed into her life.
“Comfy?” He smiled, handing her a glass of wine.
“I love this robe.” She tightened the belt, loving the feel of the cashmere on her bare skin.
“Oh, I can tell. You were purring. Take it with you.”
“You know what? I’ll take you up on that.” She sighed contentedly, sipping the wine. It wasn’t her first time having it. They had it at one of her sister’s birthday dinners.
“Wine, okay?”
She nodded, taking a piece of Bosc pear.
He took a seat across from her at the kitchen table and pulled her legs onto his lap. His large, warm hands caressed her calves. “How long do I have you for?”
Between her earlier release, wine, and his touch, she was so relaxed. “Huh?” She wasn’t sleepy, but it felt like she didn’t have a care in the world.
He chuckled. “When do you need to head home?”
She nibbled her bottom lip, considering her answer.
Mars was away until Sunday night, but she liked to prepare for the week.
It made their lives flow better. When she came over, she wasn’t even thinking of spending the entire night.
Her plan was to have a walk of shame in the wee hours of the morning.
“Depends. When are you taking off?”
He smiled, shaking his head. “Do you always answer a question with a question?”
“How else am I supposed to gather information to make an informed decision?” She wrinkled her nose at him. It was freeing being able to say what was on her mind without a filter. He could handle her.
“I can be here until Sunday at nine pm.” He held his index finger up. “Wait, this is Eastern Time, right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, then nine.”
“I can be here until noon.” She surprised herself by committing to stay with him so late.
“Where is Mars?” Aldrich inquired.
It was thoughtful of him to think of her son. What an unexpected turn of events.
“He is away for the weekend.”
“Is he with his dad?” he asked.
Initially, she bristled at the question, but looking at him, she realised he was just making conversation.
How was he to know this was a sore spot for her?
Of all the things she worked hard to make sure her boy had, a dad was the thing she failed at.
Sure, he had positive male figures in his life, but it wasn’t the same.
Her son didn’t have a dad there for the day to day because she had a terrible picker.
“No, he isn’t.” While she didn’t snap, she couldn’t keep the bitterness or bite out of her tone.
Aldrich’s hand stilled on her leg, then he squinted at her.
“His father isn’t a part of his life.” She didn’t know what made her volunteer the information. He hadn’t pried. Maybe that’s why she opened up to him.
“I’m sorry to hear that. He’s a great kid.”
She couldn’t help but smile. Mars was a constant source of pride.
At just fifteen, Mars was excelling in his studies, consistently earning top grades in all his subjects.
His teachers often praised his eagerness to learn and his willingness to help classmates who struggled.
Sorinah’s heart swelled with pride every time she saw him succeed, knowing how hard he worked to achieve his goals.
“He is. Mars is used to it. His dad has never been around.” Her voice cracked on the last word. What the hell was the matter with her? She had long accepted their fate.
Sympathy wasn’t normally her truth serum, but something about his gaze made her comfortable.
He resumed rubbing her leg. “You’re raising an amazing young man.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. “The credit doesn’t all belong to me. I have a fantastic village that has helped. When I thought I would have to leave school, Dinah and Nakinah stepped in and helped me.”
“School?”
“Yes, my first year of university. I started a year early. So much for being a smart girl.” She sipped some wine, then placed the glass on the table.
“Don’t do that. I’m certain you didn’t get pregnant alone.”
She laughed. “Nope. No late-night visits from angels for me. I just turned seventeen and thought I’d lucked out and found the love of my life. Well, that didn’t turn out.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I was supremely confident at seventeen.”
“So, nothing has changed?” She swatted his chest. It was a shame he covered it with a T-shirt. His body really was a work of art.
“Except now I’m right.” He winked, and it lit up his entire face.
“You’re funny. Of course, I wouldn’t have fallen for Albert’s pretty words now. But seventeen-year-old me was no match for a twenty-four-year-old.”
As she spoke, his smile dropped, and something dark flashed in his eyes. Great, they were having a pleasant moment and now he was judging her. That’s what she got for putting her guard down and opening her big mouth.
“Well, this was a … nice talk. I’m done.” She moved to pull her leg back.
“Why?” he asked, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
She didn’t understand what he didn’t get. “Why? Because you’re being judgemental.”
“Stop. I wasn’t being judgy towards you. You understand that no twenty-four-year-old man had any business getting involved with a teenager.”
Oh, the Trini accent was making an appearance.
“I was a very mature seventeen.” Not that she was defending Albert. In hindsight, she couldn’t fathom why Albert Johnson got involved with her.
“Run the last word back again,” Aldrich instructed.
“Seventeen,” Sorinah trailed off, realising she was making his point for him. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. Tell me why it sounds like you are carrying all the blame.” He reached over and placed one of his hands over hers.
It was distracting as hell. His hand was so masculine. She had to resist the urge to lick his veins. Whew.
“This conversation is a mood killer. At least I’m not breaking the cardinal rule about talking about your ex to a new love interest. Lucky for me, we are just hooking up.”
“Eh.” He inclined his head.
Alarm bells started going off. She didn’t like the sound of his uncertainty.
Did he think they were doing more than hooking up?
She thought they had discussed this. Noo!
She mentally stamped her feet. It was like winning the lottery to find a man who had his size and knew exactly what to do with it.
Why did she have to give up the good dick! ? Grr!
“What do you mean by that?” Her tone was far from friendly.
He cradled her chin and leaned forward. “Easy, Kitten. I have a full understanding of our agreement. I’m just saying if I were giving it a name, I would lean more to calling it a friend with benefits rather than a hookup.
” He released her chin, then gestured between them and at the table.
“Just saying. I don’t sit around the table talking to hookups. ”
Relief washed over her. “I don’t know if I like you enough to call you a friend, DH.”
“You like me enough to ride my dick. I can live with that.”
His grin would be obnoxious if he wasn’t so fucking sexy. Sorinah opened her mouth and closed it.
Aldrich cupped her nape and pulled her forward, his fingers firm yet gentle against her skin as he stroked.
Sorinah felt the heat of his breath as their lips met, igniting a fire that spread through her body.
The kiss was electrifying, a perfect blend of hunger and skill that left her breathless.
She surrendered to the moment, losing herself in the raw, unspoken desire between them.
Pulling away, he licked her lips before his own. The intensity of the gaze between them was palpable. His lips curled into a smirk, as if he knew the effect he had on her. She couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing with anticipation.
Sorinah was on the verge of telling him to forget about the food and climb into his lap when his phone vibrated.
He looked at the message, then announced, “The food is here.”
“Did you have fun earlier, Kitten?”
“I did.” She nodded.
“Good.” He winked. “Eat up. Then it will be my turn.”