CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
By the time we made it back to the penthouse, neither one of us felt like cooking. Jokah ordered takeout, and instead of eating inside, we took everything up to the rooftop.
The weather was perfect. It was warm enough to sit outside without being uncomfortable, with a breeze coming off the water and the city lit up around us. I sat across from Jokah with my food in front of me, but every few minutes I caught myself smiling at him.
"What?" he finally asked.
"Nothing."
"You keep looking at me."
"Can I not look at my man?"
"You can."
"Okay then."
He took another bite of his food and I smiled again.
Jokah looked up. "There you go."
"What?"
"Doing that shit."
"What shit?"
"Smiling at me."
"I can't smile now?"
"You can smile."
"Okay then."
He stared at me and I stared right back at his fine ass, batting my lashes. "I love you too, Joaquin."
He shook his head. "Here you go."
I laughed.
"What? You started this."
"I told you how I felt. That ain't have shit to do with you getting on my nerves."
"It has everything to do with it. You love me."
"I do."
My smile slowly came back. It still did something to me hearing, him say it.
"Say it again."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because now you abusing it."
I laughed. "How am I abusing I love you?"
"You done made me say that shit three times."
"And?"
"You get one a day."
"One?"
"Use that motherfucker wisely."
I laughed so hard I almost choked.
"You are ridiculous."
"You love me though."
"I do."
"A’ight then."
After we finished eating, Jokah gathered the containers while I leaned back in my chair.
My eyes drifted toward the jacuzzi.
"Let's get in."
"You got a bathing suit?"
"Yes."
He looked at me.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Why you looking at me like that?"
"How I'm looking at you?"
"Like you already got some shit on your mind."
Jokah stood and grabbed the bag of empty containers. "Baby, are you coming or not?"
"I'm coming."
We went downstairs long enough to change before heading back up. The rooftop was quieter when we returned. I slipped into the warm water and leaned back against the edge.
"Oh, this feels good."
Jokah climbed in across from me. I watched him settle against the opposite side. He was too far away from me, so I moved across the jacuzzi.
He smiled. "I knew your ass wasn't staying over there."
"Why would I?"
I moved between his legs and rested my arms around his neck.
Jokah's hands settled around my waist. For a few seconds, neither one of us said anything.
I just looked at him. This man had completely disrupted my life in a good way.
And somehow, in such a small amount of time, he'd become one of my favorite parts of it.
"What you thinking about?" he asked.
"You."
"What about me?"
"How much I like you."
"Like?"
I smiled.
"Love."
"That's better."
"Oh, now I gotta say it right?"
"Yeah."
I rolled my eyes.
Jokah pulled me closer.
"Say it again."
I laughed. "Now who's abusing it?"
"Me."
"Exactly."
His grin flashed before I kissed him. It started soft and slow. God knows I couldn’t get enough of this man. His hands moved along my back as I shifted closer, and the playful energy between us disappeared. When I pulled away, his eyes stayed on mine.
"What?" I whispered.
"You know what."
I smiled.
"Maybe."
Jokah kissed me again, deeper this time. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck as he pulled me against him, the warm water moving around us. He kissed along my jaw before reaching my neck and sucking on it. He knew that was my spot.
"Jokah."
"Mhm?"
"We're on the roof."
"And?"
"Somebody could come up here."
He lifted his head and looked around the empty rooftop. Then back at me.
"Trust me. Nobody is coming up here."
He kissed me before I could issue my debate and caressed on one of my breasts. That was it for me, I stopped worrying about who might come upstairs and focused on this fine ass man in front of me.
Tonight, I didn't want to think about anything.
I wasn't trying to think about Daddy, Kyrie, or everything that had happened over the last few weeks.
I was only thinking about Jokah. The man who looked me in my eyes earlier that day and told me he'd fallen in love with me.
Judging by the way he was looking at me now, talking was officially over.
"Come here," he said, lifting me from the water effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me toward one of the poolside lounge chairs.
My bare skin was slick against his, the water dripping from our bodies onto the tiles surrounding the pool. The skyline glittered in the distance, but all I could see was him. His dark eyes locked on mine in a way that made me feel like the only woman in the world.
He sat down on the cushioned lounge, positioning me to straddle him. His fingers found the ties on my bikini bottoms, pulling at the knot until they loosened. One rough fingertip brushed against my clit, making me gasp.
"Jokah..." I breathed out.
"Shhh." His other hand slid up my back, untying my top. "Just feel this."
His thumb circled my throbbing bud slowly, teasing me. I could feel my body responding, my hips moving against his touch.
"Look at you," he murmured, watching my face. "Already soaking."
I reached between us, finding him hard and ready beneath the water still clinging to his skin. My fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking slowly. His breath hitched.
"Yeah, just like that."
I positioned myself over him, sinking down inch by delicious inch. My head fell back as I took all of him, the stretch was almost too much but exactly what I needed. My hands braced on his shoulders as I found my rhythm, rolling my hips in that way that made him curse under his breath.
That's when the first drops hit.
"Baby," I gasped, my movements pausing as the rain began to fall. "It's raining."
He gripped my hips, holding me in place. "Fuck that rain."
The drops became a steady drizzle, then a downpour. Water plastered my hair to my face.
“Jokah.”
"You better not fuckin’ stop."
"But my hair—" I started speaking, but he cut me off.
"Fuck that hair," he growled, his hands squeezing my ass tighter. "I'll get it done. Keep riding this dick."
His words sent a jolt straight through me. I obeyed, bouncing on him harder now, meeting each of his upward thrusts.
He pulled me closer, capturing one nipple in his mouth. I panted as he sucked on it. The cool rain hit my skin, but the heat of his tongue and our bodies moving together overpowered the cold.
"Jokah, yes," I moaned, grinding down on him.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while his hands guided my hips faster. The sounds of our bodies meeting, my moans, and the pouring rain filled the night air.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I met his gaze, rain dripping down my face. His eyes were dark with desire. His stare alone had me extra wet.
"This me right here," he said, not as a question but as a fact. "This pussy is mine."
"Yes," I breathed out, riding him faster. "All yours."
Jokah slid two of his fingers in my mouth, pushing them in and out. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak. His thumb found my clit again, rubbing in tight circles that made me see stars.
"Come for me," he demanded. "Now."
My body obeyed, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I clenched around him. I cried out his name, my movements growing erratic as the orgasm shook me to my core.
Jokah flipped us suddenly, then he positioned me on my hands and knees on the lounge chair. The rain continued to pour as he entered me from behind, deeper with this angle, hitting that spot that made me gasp.
"Arch that back," he commanded, one hand pressing down on my lower back while the other gripped my hip. "Let me see that ass."
I complied, pushing back to meet each thrust. The sounds of our bodies grew wetter, slapping together in the rain. His grip tightened, fingers digging into my flesh.
"You take this dick so good baby," he praised, his rhythm growing faster. "Such a good girl for me."
"Yes, Daddy," I panted, pushing back against him. "I'm your good girl."
The words barely left my lips before he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling just enough to make me arch my back deeper.
"That's right," he growled, slowing his strokes to long, deep thrusts. "Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours, Daddy," I moaned. "This pussy belongs to you."
“You fuckin’ right it do.”
His free hand came down hard on my ass cheek, the sharp smack echoing across the rooftop. I cried out, the sting mixing with pleasure as he soothed the sting with his palm.
"Again," I demanded. "Spank me again."
He obliged, delivering another sharp smack to my other cheek. "Yeah, be greedy with this dick."
"Only for you," I replied, looking back over my shoulder at him.
Jokah pulled out of me, leaving me empty and yearning for more of him. He spread my cheeks open before lowering his head between them. His tongue found my clit, circling slowly before latching onto my clit.
"Fuck," I gasped as he licked from my entrance to my clit and back again. His hands caressed my ass.
Then I felt his tongue teasing my asshole. No one had ever done that to me before, and the sensation sent electric shocks through my body.
"Jokah," I moaned, my hands gripping the chair. "What are you doing to me?"
"Marking my territory," he replied, lifting his head slightly before continuing to explore me with his tongue.
After what felt like an eternity of amazing torture, he positioned himself at my entrance again. As he shoved his dick inside of me, I felt his thumb press against my asshole, slowly sinking inside.
"Oh god," I cried out at the dual sensation of being filled so completely. "Right there, baby. Don't stop."
"I won't," he promised, thrusting deeper and faster. "Look at me while I fuck you, Kaior."
I looked over my shoulder and met his gaze, rain streaming down our faces. The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming.
"You ready to cum again?" he asked, his thumb moving in rhythm with his strokes.
"Yes, daddy. I wanna cum again," I panted. "Don't stop. Make me come, Jokah. Make me come all over your dick."