Chapter 5 #2
His tongue pleases my opening again then he runs it up my slit to my clit. After circling it, he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks until I scream his name.
“Shiro! Shit!”
“Yeah. That’s it.”
I scream his damn name over and over as he licks, sucks, and tongue fucks me to my first orgasm. I say first because the moment he breaches my opening with his thick head and stuffs my soaked walls, I explode instantly. I always do and that sensation never gets old.
That damn piercing.
He has a piercing on the ridge of his penis head. The balls of the ring massaging my walls when he’s inside me is incredible and the added pleasure is unmatched. My orgasms come quickly, last long, and are ridiculous thanks to it and his size.
“Fuck,” I mumble as my body quakes uncontrollably.
My back naturally arches and my arms latch around his back as he slides to my G-Spot and knocks it until my eyes roll to the back of my head and my language morphs into a dialect I do not even recognize.
He chuckles lowly at my words and the surge of warmth from his breath on the side of my neck takes me to the edge. “Shiro,” I moan as I rain on his dick.
“Damn, baby. I’m 'bout to…fuck,” he groans before releasing as well and falling on top of me.
My energy and essence are drained in a good ass way. With the only ounce of strength I have, I raise my hands and caress his heaving back. God, this man.
After being in no rush to catch our breaths, we finally ease off my sectional and amble our way upstairs to my bedroom. I walk toward the bathroom but his hand on my arm halts my steps.
“I’m just going to start the shower,” I tell him.
“Nah. Not yet. You know one time ain’t enough for me.” Gently, he pulls me back into him and I feel his thick dick pressing into my stomach. “I want you to ride your dick, baby.”
While holding me close, he steps toward the bed then sits.
My hands caress his shaft then I run my thumb across his piercing.
A low, deep groan falls from his lips. He loves when I rub against the curved barbell with my hand but when my pussy does it, it drives him wild.
I don’t make him or me wait any longer. I plant my left foot on the bed then he scoops my ass and lifts me onto his lap, slamming me onto his dick.
“When did you get your car back?” Mireya asks.
“Saturday night before he went home. He stayed with me till almost midnight.”
“All that time, did you at least tell him?” she asks and I can see her arched brows tent.
We’re on FaceTime. It’s rare in our busy schedules that we have time at work to talk, but today, we both had twenty minutes.
She’s on recess and I’m waiting for my new visiting professor to arrive.
He was scheduled to arrive last Monday but the moving service delayed his furniture then the airline lost his bags.
His introduction to Crescent Falls has been less than favorable, so I want to make sure he receives a proper welcome to CFU.
“Yes. I did,” I admit.
“Oh, good and what did he say?”
“Girl, he wants Raquan’s address so he can beat his ass.”
While grinning, she says, “And I hope you gave it to him.”
“I did not because I don’t have it and don’t want to have it.
Besides, I know about Shiro’s past and affiliation with his old gang.
I don’t want him doing anything to pull himself back into that lifestyle.
You know where I grew up, so I know how easy it is to get caught up.
Shit, I almost got caught up when I beat Kym and Raquan that day in the office.
I was just lucky my best friend was a bad ass lawyer at the time of my moment of violence and weakness. ”
“Well, Shiro’s brother is the best defense attorney and his sister-in-love is a judge. Let that man beat Raquan’s ass,” she says with a titter. She’s joking, maybe a little, but she is joking. Neither of us wants Shiro to risk his freedom over a fuckboy like my ex-husband.
“I will not.”
“I know but I would love to see that.” She closes the lid on her acai bowl, her new obsession from the smoothie place, Blended.
“Are those really good?” I ask because the texture looks off to me.
“They actually are, but only this one, the Coconut Rio. It has coconut condensed milk, pineapple, blueberries, strawberries, honey, and organic coconut flakes. I’ve tried the other ones but I have to make too many substitutions.
You should try it. They make the kitty taste sweet too,” she says with a wink.
“For that, I might try one.”
“I have to go. Kenya just gave me my five-minute warning,” she says, referring to her judicial aide.
“Alright. Me too. The good doctor will be here soon.”
“Oh, that’s right. Good luck.”
We end our call and I wrap the other half of my lobster roll up. There’s a new Maine-inspired restaurant in the food court in the student union. I ordered lunch from there for me and Lexie. The roll was just okay; it wasn’t seasoned enough for me.
After washing my hands in the small half bath in my office, I spray some Light My Candle room spray throughout my office.
Although I keep the Cool, Calm, and Collected wall plugs in my office, I don’t want to risk it smelling like seafood when he arrives.
That would definitely not be a warm welcome.
At least once every academic year, the College of Business has a famous or influential visiting professor.
This year, we have entrepreneur turned bestselling author and podcaster, Dr. Trey Evans.
He has a decent catalog of books but he’s notable for his number one bestselling series called Reclaiming the Throne that explores the total improvement of the Black man.
He’s teaching an elective, BUS320, Entrepreneurship for Black Men.
It’s full and has a waiting list of over twenty-four female students.
In preparation of his arrival, Lexie prepared the traditional welcome basket and it’s sitting on the table. It has all CFU branded items: a leather notes padfolio, academic calendar, casual polo, insulated mug, pen, a box of my favorite tea, and a small potted succulent for his desk.
The moment I’m back behind my desk, Lexie calls. “Dr. Evans is here, Dean Morris,” she says.
“Perfect, bring him in, please.”
Seconds later, my door opens and Lexie walks in followed by not at all what I was expecting. Dr. Trey Evans is polished, impeccably dressed, and absolutely good looking. No wonder the waitlist for his course is filled with female students, all three sections.
“Dr. Morris,” he says with his hand out for a shake.
After accepting and shaking it, I say, “Dr. Evans, welcome to Crescent Falls University. Won’t you join me on the sofa over here for a moment? I won’t take up too much of your time.”
“Of course. I’m on your schedule,” he says before sitting.
“You’re actually on your schedule. Your first class is at three-fifty. I was truly hoping you would have made it last week to have more time before class. Lexie sent you the recording from last week’s meeting and I’ve sent you a few emails.”
“I’ve reviewed them.”
“Your teaching assistant Byron is awesome. He also has access to your classes in Blackboard and set up the week one announcement for you.”
“I’ve logged in and made some adjustments,” he says.
“Well, you sound on top of it.”
“Didn’t want to make a bad impression in front of my new boss,” he says and I swear he winks.
Did he wink at me? Or is something in his eye?
“Oh good. I appreciate that. I also put a one-on-one on your calendar for next Tuesday so we can see how you are faring after your first week. But please, don’t hesitate to reach out to me or Lexie any time before then,” I say then stand.
Following my lead, he stands and I grab the basket.
“This is your official welcome and Lexie will show you to your office, class, and the faculty lounge. Happy first day.”
“It’s definitely a happy day now.”
“The basket is not that great,” I say with a laugh.
“I wasn’t talking about the basket,” he says and his eyes literally drag down my body.
That was a wink.
He is flirting with me… What the hell?
“Lexie, he’s ready,” I call out and she rushes in.
As soon as he walks out, I shake my damn head and text my man. Dr. Evans is handsome, but he’s no Shiro Bako.