Chapter 10 Brion #2
“It’s nothing bad,” Josie rushed out. “But Corey reached out to me and mommy about two weeks ago. He didn’t say he was going to propose, but he said he wanted to surprise you.
He wanted us to be there, and we both told him no.
I was assuming he dropped it. I didn’t know how you would react to a surprise from him, but I wasn’t going to play a part in blind siding you like that. ”
I chuckled angrily while sucking my teeth. “Since he couldn’t get any of my people on board, he lied on Sky saying my baby was sick.”
“Just when I think he can’t get any lamer, he goes and does something to prove me wrong. How far are you from Mr. Sexy’s condo?” I could hear the smile in her tone.
“I have about four miles to go. You at Jen’s house?”
“I just pulled up.”
“Okay. Enjoy your game night. Traffic is light out this way, so I’ll be at Hymn’s condo in less than five minutes.”
“Have sex. I meant fun. Have fun!”
“Goodbye,” I giggled ending the call.
I felt much better, and that almost made me wonder if I had overreacted.
But nah, I hadn’t. I had a right to be angry.
It was all good though because I was done being nice to Corey.
The very next time he made me mad, he was going to get a piece of my mind right then and there, and I didn’t give a damn who was around.
I texted Hymn that I was in the parking garage, and he texted me back the code to the building.
When I came over for dinner, he’d also given me a code to in.
The codes for visitors were only valid for twenty-four hours.
We received a different code each time. Which that really didn’t bother me because there was no way I’d ever pop up to his place uninvited.
On the way to the elevator in the lobby, I also made up my mind that I was going to Atlanta next weekend.
If Corey flaked and didn’t get the girls, I was going to take Josie up on her offer.
The days of sitting around crying and being sad were over.
No matter what good happened, I still woke up each morning with a heavy heart.
I was still upset at how my life had turned out when it came to Corey.
The pain my breakup caused me was something that I didn’t care to ever feel again.
Hymn opened the door shirtless, and my mouth watered. Shit, he was muscular as hell. When he grabbed my hand, pulled me over the threshold, and wrapped his huge arms around me, I melted against him. He smelled so good, and the hold he had on me was taking me places I wasn’t sure I was ready to go.
“You feel better?” he asked still holding me tight.
Lifting my head, I peered up at him and smiled. “I actually do.”
“Good. I’m going to let you go now before you feel something you don’t want to feel.”
“Who said I don’t want to feel it?” the moment the question left my mouth, my body grew warm. It had been more than eight years since I had sex with anyone other than Corey. I was completely sober, so I couldn’t even blame what I’d just said on alcohol.
Hymn’s brows hiked. “You been drinking?”
With a giggle, I bashfully shook my head. “I haven’t. I’m completely sober.”
“You think sleeping with me is going to help you get over ole boy? Make him jealous? Talk to me.”
“I appreciate you wanting to make sure that I’m sure, but sex with you can’t help me get over him.
Only time can do that. And I can’t sleep with you to make him jealous if he doesn’t know I slept with you.
I just want to feel like a grown ass woman.
With a man that wants to sleep with me because he finds me desirable and not because it’s a chore that he needs to do in order to get a quick nut. ”
Something in my speech activated Hymn’s aggressive side, and my stomach caved in as he gently wrapped his fingers in my curls and gripped a handful of my hair.
He nicked my bottom lip gently before snaking his tongue into my mouth and kissing me passionately.
The tongue kiss we shared was more intense than Corey had kissed me in years.
The kiss got deeper and harder. My pussy throbbed while the fabric of my shirt against my hard nipples sent tiny volts of electricity through my core.
Hymn’s grip on my hair tightened as he kissed the corner of my lips, then my chin, before dragging his mouth over and sucking on my neck. Taking my hand he placed it on his rock-hard manhood.
“You sure you want this?” he mumbled against my neck.
“Yes,” I whispered eyes closed enjoying the way he was handling me.
Hymn removed my shirt. Despite giving birth once and pumping breast milk for three babies for six months, my B cup breasts weren’t saggy.
My shirt was thick enough that I went braless, and no one could tell.
With a lustful gleam in his eyes as his orbs darted over my bare breasts, Hymn licked his lips before taking one into his mouth.
I wasn’t able to suppress the moan that had been building since he kissed me.
“Brion,” Hymn released the hold he had on my hair and placed his hand around my neck.
Squeezing lightly, he pressed his forehead against mine.
“The things I want to do you,” he breathed lowly.
“I’m giving you one more chance to change your mind. ”
Biting my bottom lip, I reached inside his pajama pants and caressed his thick member while gazing into his eyes. Slowly, I jacked him off as we engaged in another French kiss that almost made me cum.
Licking his lips again, Hymn grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom.
It was spacious and had just the right amount of light from the moon shining in.
His bedroom had a gorgeous view of the city of Diamond Cove and a large lake.
Anticipation had my heart thudding in my chest as I undressed.
I watched as he removed a condom from the nightstand drawer and placed it on top.
As soon as my back touched the mattress, Hymn stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed my legs, and pulled me to him.
Lowering his head, he placed soft kisses on the inside of my thigh.
Gently, he bit me before French kissing the same spot.
Pinching my lips between my teeth, I peeked down as he moved his mouth over to my peach.
I inhaled deeply through my nose as Hymn ran his tongue down my center.
From my pussy to my asshole, he licked slowly before circling his tongue over my clit and sucking it into his mouth.
I curled my toes so hard, it hurt. The harder and faster Hymn sucked, the more my back arched. When I lifted my hips slightly off the bed, he locked his large hands around my thighs and moaned into my pussy.
“Fuck baby,” he moaned with a mouthful of my yoni. My moans mingled with his as he devoured me.
My body jerked while my yoni spasmed violently. Hymn knew what time it was because he sucked my clit passionately while urging me to wet him up. My stomach caved, and I squeezed both of my breasts painfully hard as my body trembled.
“Fuck, Hymn! Oh my God, please don’t stop. What the fuck,” I moaned with my eyes closed as I had the longest orgasm of my life.
His hold on my thighs got tighter, and I fucked his face as the sounds of him lapping up my essence filled the room. “Hymn!” No way was I having an orgasm for that long. Maybe I had two back to back, but I couldn’t stop quivering, and my essence was flowing like water.
Moaning, he cleaned the mess he made before standing up and grabbing the condom.
The smirk on his face and his glistening beard had me in a trance.
Hymn’s body hovered over mine, and I cupped his face in my hands.
Kissing him feverishly, the taste of my own honey was turning me on in unimaginable ways.
As I was sucking his tongue, Hymn pushed his massive dick into me, and my eyes widened.
I let his tongue go, and we stared into one another’s eyes for a moment.
I couldn’t tell a soul what was going through his mind, but I was thinking about how I had fucked up.
He had created a monster, and the sex wasn’t even over.
I was going to want more. With no clue of how many women he was juggling along with his busy schedule and who knows what other factors, I could have been setting myself up for disappointment.
“You dangerous.” His tone was low, but I heard him clearly.
“How am I dangerous?”
“This shit too good.” Hymn pecked my lips. “And I’m just the rebound. You can take this shit back from me at any time.”
I sucked my teeth and chuckled. “You are not a rebound. Trust me.”
Winding my hips, I matched his rhythm. I met Hymn thrust for thrust, and when he moaned it turned me on to no end. He pulled out of me, rubbed his dick against my clit for a about fifteen seconds then pushed back inside of me.
“I want this pussy from the back.”
Despite the fact that he felt amazing, that comment made me nervous. “Your dick is really big.”
That got a laugh out of him, but I was dead serious. Hymn placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I got you. I’m not trying to hurt you. My job is to make you feel good.”
Hymn eased out of me, and I got on my knees. Mimicking a yoga move, I put a deep arch in my back. My chest was flat against the bed, and my arms were stretched out in front of me.
“Ummmm, just like that.” Hymn’s deep voice and the way he gripped my waist made my body jerk.
My eyes closed as he guided himself into me and pushed in inch by inch. We moaned in unison. “This that good shit,” his words were choppy as he stroked me. “Fuck, Brion.”
Feeling myself, I began to twerk lightly on the dick.
“You turning up for me?”
“Yes, baby,” I moaned. There was no room for being shy or timid. He felt so damn good, and I wanted the experience to be as pleasurable for him as it was for me.
Hymn smacked my ass cheek. “Let me hear that again.”
“Yes baby,” I threw my ass in a circle. “I want you to come in my mouth,” I moaned. “I want to taste you.”