Chapter 8 #2
“Now that you have me here, Keanu, what will you do with me?”
I felt a glass up to my lips, prompting me to open my mouth. I sipped from the glass, allowing the fruity mixture to slide down my throat. It was delicious.
“I’m going to fuck you on every surface suitable, in every corner that’s available, and in every position you could imagine.”
I pulled my eyelids apart and stretched them to the limit.
His smooth, dark skin was so close that I could reach out and touch him.
I wanted to, but first, I wanted to address the obvious.
Before I was able to respond to Keanu’s admissions, he’d placed the cup to my lips again.
I opened my mouth, swallowing a huge gulp of whatever he had mixed for me.
“Then, once I’m done with you in the morning, I’m going to take you home so that you can think of what you’re going to tell your ex because as of this moment, you don’t belong to him. Shit, you never did.”
“Keanu,” I started to protest, but he cut me off.
“Do you understand me?”
With furrowed brows, I nodded. He just couldn’t help himself. The entitlement he promised not to utilize, he was.
“What’s the issue?” He noticed my hesitancy.
“You said you’d earn your spot in my life,” I reminded him.
“I plan to, but I’m terminating his first,” he explained.
The glass was up to my mouth a third and final time.
I finished my drink and heard the glass collide with the counter nearest me seconds later.
I watched as Keanu walked back to the bar, poured himself a shot of something brown, then toss the contents of the small glass into his mouth.
He repeated the same steps twice more before grunting.
“Ahhhhhh,” he bellowed as he turned in my direction.
It was as if the more alone time I spent with Keanu, the more I noticed about his beauty. For instance, the thickness of his brows and the thick line that traced his large lips. It was so defined and so perfect.
“I missed you, too,” I finally admitted.
Tilting his head to the left, Keanu exposed every gold tooth in his mouth. My pussy thudded at the sight, salivating with each thump. I wasn’t sure what God was trying to prove when he’d made Keanu, but he’d made his point. Vividly.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I responded, feeling utterly exposed although I was fully clothed.
Somehow, I felt as if he could see through it all. Underneath the designer fabrics, I was translucent. Straight through me, he could see.
The space that he’d put between us was quickly obliterated.
Keanu’s hands were underneath the cheeks of my ass, and I was being lifted into the air in the blink of an eye.
Through the house, he glided as if my weight was that of a feather.
When we reached the steps, his hesitation startled me.
When he turned around and headed back into the kitchen, he confused me.
But when he laid my body down on the island that sat in the middle of the floor, I understood.
Every surface. This was number one.
He said nothing as he tugged at the flap of my tan leggings, rolling my body to each side to get them over my ass instead of asking me to lift up a bit. He slid them down my legs with ease once he’d gotten them from underneath me and then tossed them to the side.
The thong that matched the color of my leggings covered my hairless pussy.
I could see the internal struggle as Keanu decided whether he wanted to remove them, too.
When he pulled the waistband of them in his direction, I knew that he’d made his decision.
This time, though, I lifted so that he could pull them down with ease.
He spread my legs until my knees hit the countertop.
Its coolness made small, fine bumps appear all over me.
My body shivered in response, but the second Keanu’s fingers parted my lips and his thumb located my stiffened pearl, heat consumed me.
My eyes closed as my body submitted to him.
He was in control. However he wanted me, he could have me.
“Eyes on me,” he requested.
I obliged, pulling my lids apart and setting my sights on him.
What a beautiful sight he was. He was the definition of perfection.
Everything about his presence was addictive.
Staying away from him was impossible, and I wasn’t sure why I’d even tried to trick myself into believing I would. I couldn’t.
Not with the way he’d handled my body the night of his release and surely not with the way he handled me. There was something about a roughneck with a good heart that checked every box for me. I’d been around them my entire life and wanted one of my own, now. Keanu was him.
“I don’t like being alone anymore,” Keanu said, breaking the silence, “I want you here with me whenever I call and whenever you feel like it. This home is yours as well as it is mine now. Understood?”
I nodded, too caught up in the way he effortlessly pleasured me with little energy and plenty of skill. His thumb circled my clit over and over, forcing me to close my eyes. His movements stopped. A low, ungrateful moan fell from my lips.
“Keanu,” I begged, opening my eyes as I did so.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded.
“Okay,” I whimpered under my breath. “Okay.”
As he’d requested, my eyes remained on his as his head lowered inch by inch until it was just above my exposed pussy. Not breaking contact, Keanu encased as much of my meatiness in his mouth as possible, suckling on my flesh as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
“My God.”
The words fell from my mouth as I felt him dip his thumb into my wetness.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
And, then, without warning, he slid it into the most forbidden crevice of my being. I tensed immediately but softened as he flicked he focused solely on my nub, assaulting it with his tongue.
“Ummmmm,” he moaned, eyes still on mine.
He wasn’t playing fair. I knew it and so did he. My orgasm didn’t stand a chance. It surfaced almost instantly. I was near shame, the way my body began to convulse and my legs violently shook underneath his spell.
“Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m cummmmmmmmm—"
Quickly, Keanu lifted and utilized his right hand to dive into my pussy. Upward, he angled his middle and index fingers as he shoved them into me without remorse.
“Oh God. Oh fuck!”
The ringing in my ears grew loud enough to silence everything around me.
My lids hurt from squeezing them so tightly together as my body began to spasm.
Breath caught in my throat, I fought for more oxygen in my lungs while climbing higher and higher.
When I reached my peak, I felt myself rise and fall from the island, bouncing as my fountain blessed Keanu with an overflow.
“That’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he praised. His words were so consuming, drowning out the buzzing that had drowned out everything prior.
Left in a puddle of my own potion, I tried reviving myself.
My pussy had to be left on life support as I focused on regulating my breathing before I passed out of exhaustion and overwhelm.
I placed a weakened hand on my chest as if it would make the difference.
After a few seconds, the wooziness I felt had subsided and my breathing was as good as it would possibly get.
When I reopened my eyes, Keanu’s handsome face appeared. The smirk that shifted his lips to the left of his face was agonizingly cute but caused me to cringe at the realization of its reasoning. He was basking in his success. He’d unraveled me – again.
I wasn’t sure when my body began to regain its strength, but there was something about that damn smirk on Keanu’s face that put a rush on it. When I was able, I climbed from the island, pushing his hand out of my way when he’d tried to help.
It made no sense for him to make me cum so viciously, so violently, and I wanted to pay his ass back for it. The shirt that I had on was soaked in the back – from the bottom to the middle. The embarrassment that I felt peeling it from my body shouldn’t have been so intense, but it was.
Keanu would have to pull me off him for the rest of the night because I wasn’t letting up until he begged me. I would pay him back, if it was the last thing I did before I closed my eyes to go to sleep in his arms.
“You good?” he asked, chuckling in the process.
“Shut up. I’d rather you not say anything to me,” I confessed, rolling my eyes.
He’d done me dirty. The level of vulnerability that he’d unlocked with whatever combination he’d managed was my issue. I felt bare. Unveiled. Exposed. Uncovered.
Can you see right through me? I wondered.
It felt as if he could and I hadn’t been in such a position in…
never. I’d never been here. The terrain was new and it was frightening, forcing me to attempt to put a guard up that I wasn’t even equipped with.
I was bare. Physically, emotionally, mentally, sexually. I’d been stripped.
I felt his hand around my neck and his tongue on the side of my face. Like the animal he was, he licked me from my lower jawline to my left brow. The moan that erupted couldn’t be suppressed.
“Keanu.”
The hand that was once around my neck, he placed on my chin and forced my eyes in his direction. My mouth hung, waiting and ready for whatever words he was hesitant to give me. I was hungry for them, hungry for him.
There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him and all to myself.
I craved his existence. I couldn’t wait to fall so dangerously in love with him that the thought of us not being pained me to my core.
The type of love that I felt was brewing between us couldn’t be matched.
One that would go down in Eisenberg history as either my greatest victory or my legendary demise.
Spahhh!
In my mouth, on my face, and on my neck, his spit flew. My deadened pussy alived, again.
“Ummmm.” Swallowing the tasteless saliva, I smiled.
“You shut the fuck up. I’d rather you use them lips to suck my dick than talk shit.”