CHAPTER ELEVEN
I stood in my bedroom doorway staring at Kyrie, asleep on my couch.
Out of all the people I expected to hear from tonight, he damn sure wasn't one of them.
After the nasty way our last conversation ended, I didn't think I would hear his voice again anytime soon.
He told me not to call him anymore. He blamed me for losing Kaior.
And even though I wasn't the one who made him cheat, I knew I played a part in destroying something he obviously wished he could get back.
Still, when his name popped up on my phone tonight, my heart damn near jumped out of my chest. I had an attitude at first because I was still hurt.
Then he almost hung up. That was when I remembered what Solo told me.
I needed to keep Kyrie close. The fucked-up part was, Solo didn't have to tell me that.
I wanted him to be close anyway. I just wasn't sure if I wanted Kyrie back because I loved him or because I was tired of watching him love somebody else.
Kaior had always been the problem. No matter how many times Kyrie came over here, laid up in my bed and fucking me raw, I knew where he wanted to be when he left. He could lie to her, cheat on her and spend nights in my bed, but somehow, that never stopped him from loving her and I hated that shit.
There were nights when he would be lying right beside me and I could still feel her between us.
His phone would ring, her name would pop up, and everything about him would change.
He would sit up, lower his voice and start feeding her whatever lie he needed to tell so she wouldn't question where he was.
Then he would hang up and go right back to sucking and fucking me.
And I let him. That was the part I couldn't blame on anybody else.
I knew he had a woman. I knew he loved her.
I knew every time he walked through my door that I was helping him betray somebody who didn't even know we were betraying her in the worst way.
I did it anyway. That was the kind of hold he had on me.
At first, I told myself I didn't care because Kyrie wasn't my man.
I wasn't the one who made promises to Kaior, and I damn sure wasn't responsible for keeping him faithful.
That excuse worked until I caught feelings.
Once that happened, being the woman he came to wasn't enough anymore.
I wanted to be the woman he went home to.
Now Kaior was gone. I should have felt like I finally got what I wanted, but the way Kyrie looked at me when we made eye contact made it hard to feel like I had won anything. He wasn't over her. He wasn't even close.
Tonight was the first time he had come back to me on his own.
That had to mean something. At least, I wanted it to.
I stepped into the living room and looked down at him.
He had fallen asleep with one arm stretched across the couch and the other clutching the Hennessey bottle.
I took the bottle from him and set it on the coffee table, next to my phone.
Just looking at it made me think about Solo.
His voice had been in my head ever since that collect call. As long as he thinks Kyrah is his. I looked toward my daughter's bedroom. That was the part of this whole situation that could destroy everything.
Kyrie believed Kyrah was his daughter because I let him believe it. I had been dealing with both him and Solo around the time I got pregnant, but I always knew Solo was her father. Solo knew it too and neither one of us had been in a hurry to correct Kyrie.
When Solo got locked up, having Kyrie around made things easier. He helped with Kyrah without me having to ask for much. Clothes, diapers, whatever she needed, Kyrie made sure she had it because, as far as he knew, that was his baby.
Somewhere along the way, everything got complicated. I fell in love with the same man I was lying to. Now Solo wanted me to keep Kyrie around because we needed his help, while I wanted to keep him around because I wanted him. Those were two completely different reasons.
I sat on the edge of the coffee table and looked at Kyrie again.
Solo didn't know how I really felt about him.
As far as Solo was concerned, Kyrie was somebody useful.
He wanted me to keep him close enough to keep helping with Kyrah and whatever else we needed while he sat behind those walls.
That might have been enough for Solo. It wasn't enough for me anymore.
I wanted Kyrie to choose me. For real this time.
I wanted him to wake up in my house because this was where he wanted to be, not because he needed somewhere to go when he didn't want to be alone.
I wanted to stop wondering when Kaior was going to call and make him run back home.
Maybe that made me stupid. Maybe I was setting myself up to get hurt all over again.
But tonight, Kyrie called me. I didn't call him or beg him to come over.
I didn't have to convince him of anything.
He came back on his own. Solo wanted me to keep Kyrie around for what he could do for us.
I wanted him around because I still loved him.
This time, I wasn't giving him a reason to leave.
As I watched him sleep, all I could hear were Solo’s words.
Suck his dick better. Fuck him better. And that’s what I was about to do.
Not because Solo told me to, but because I wanted to.
I got down on my knees and pulled down his joggers.
His dick was soft like a gummy worm. I popped it in my mouth, swirled my tongue around the tip, while working him with my hand.
A low groan escaped his throat. His hips twitched. I felt him thicken against my tongue, that gummy softness started to stiffen. Kyrie’s dick filled my mouth. Spit slicked my fingers, as I slurped on him slowly. I pulled back just enough to look at it glistening.
"Fuck…Talia." He tried to sit up. I pressed him back with my hand on his chest and kept working him, wet and steady, spit running down to my wrist. I bobbed in a rhythm that made his thighs tense, then eased off to lick long stripes from base to tip, watching his dick fully grown now.
I didn't know if this was love, hunger or spite dressed up pretty.
I only knew I was tired of the empty side of the bed and the way his name sounded in someone else's mouth.
So, I took him deep again until my eyes watered, until his grip tightened in my hair, until his hips lifted into my face.
I stayed on him, sucking slow and filthy waking him the only way I still trusted… mouth first, questions later.
I stayed there, throat working, warm spit running down my chin.
When I finally pulled off, a thick string of wet connected my bottom lip to the head of his dick.
I broke it with my tongue and licked him clean in one slow stripe, base to slit, then took just the tip back in and sucked like I was tasting something I've been denied for months. Although it’s been a few days.
Kyrie was fully awake now. Both hands in my hair. Breathing hard through his nose. "Talia… shit…what are you—"
"Shut up," I murmured around him.
I put my whole mouth on it again, letting him hit the back of my throat. His breathing deepened, and a low moan escaped him. One of his hands moved to the back of my head. I worked him with a rhythm I knew he liked, as my tongue swirled around the head while my hand twisted along the base.
"Fuck, T," he breathed out, his voice rough with sleep and arousal.
I looked up at him through my lashes. His eyes were open now, dark and heavy-lidded, watching me. I kept my eyes locked with his as I took him in my mouth again, slower this time, making sure he saw every bit of it.
His hips started to move and his thrust met my movements.
Of course, I knew he was about to nut. I’ve been sucking his dick long enough to know his breathing and the way his body tensed.
But I didn't want it to end like this. Not in my mouth.
I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel all of him, to erase every other woman, every other memory, until there was only me.
I pulled back, leaving him wet and hard.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood up, kicking off my sweatpants.
I didn't take off my shirt. I straddled him on the couch, my knees sinking into the cushions on both sides of his thighs.
His hands immediately went to my hips, gripping them tight.
I reached down between us, guiding him to my entrance.
I slid down on him slowly, inch by inch, letting myself wrap around him.
A soft gasp left my lips as he filled me completely.
I paused for a moment, just to feel him planted.
Kyrie's hands slid up my back, under my shirt, his warm skin against mine.
He sat up just enough to pull my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
His mouth found my nipple, sucking gently, then biting down just hard enough to make me moan.
I started to grind slow on his dick. His hands were all over me, on my ass, my back, tangling in my hair, and pulling me down for a kiss that was all tongue.
I rode him harder and faster, the couch creaking beneath us.
The only sounds were our heavy breaths, the slap of skin on skin, and the low moans that escaped us.
His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me, urging me on.
I threw my head back, lost in the sensation, the feel of him hitting that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl.
"Look at me," he demanded. I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.
"You feel so good." His words were a punch to the gut, a validation I didn't know I needed so badly.
I leaned down, pressing my chest against his, our mouths crashing together again.
The kiss was messy and intense. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that sent me over the edge.
“Kyrie! Ouuuu…fuck!”
My body shuttered as I came so hard on his dick.
"Let me get that pussy from the back."
I climbed off of him and bent over on the sofa.
Kyrie positioned himself behind me, running a hand over my ass before delivering a sharp smack that made me jump. He gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him, and entered me in one smooth, deep thrust. I cried out, my fingers digging into the couch cushions.
He started a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The sounds were obscene now, as the wet slap of our bodies, my whimper, and his grunts, filled the room. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure.
"That's it," he growled. "Take this dick."
I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, my body moving on pure instinct.
"Fuck me like you miss me." He slapped my ass again, slamming in and out of my pussy.
The way he said that, sent chills through me. I did miss him. God, I missed him so much. I turned my head to look at him, my hair sticking to my sweaty face. His eyes were closed.
"Kyrie," I breathed, and his eyes flew open, meeting mine. He leaned over me, his chest against my back, his lips brushing against my ear.
"You're mine," he whispered. "Say it."
"I’m yours."
"Say it's my pussy, T."
I couldn't form the words, not with the way he was destroying me. I just nodded, a silent agreement and complete surrender.
He seemed to take that as enough, because he straightened up, his hands gripping my hips almost painfully. He drilled me repeatedly.
"Who pussy this is?"
"Yours...this your pussy," I cried out, while throwing it back at him.
"Fuck yeah! Gimme that pussy." He gripped my waist tightly and fucked me like he hated me. Like he loved me. The pressure built again, faster this time, more intense. "Look at me."
I lifted my head, my eyes meeting his as my stomach muscles started to contract. My body shivered as my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling and breathless. Moments later he was doing the same thing. A deep groan tore from his throat as he buried himself deep inside me, filling me up.
He stayed inside me for a hot lil minute, as we both tried to catch our breath. Then he slowly pulled out, collapsing onto the couch beside me. I was too exhausted to move, so I just stayed there.
After a minute, I sat up and sat beside him. Kyrie reached for me, pulling me down to lie against his chest. His heartbeat was racing. I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent, a mix of sweat, sex, and something that was just him.
"I missed you," he confessed. I held my breath, my body tensing, not really knowing what to think. "Not just the sex. I missed you."
This was what I wanted all along, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he meant it. Or was he just saying that because he knew he wasn’t getting Kaoir back. I tilted my head back to look at him, as my fingers traced random patterns on his chest.
"I missed you too," I whispered back.
And it was the truth. Every word of it. He leaned down and kissed me and for now, that would suffice.