Chapter 8 Sincere Bellamy
SINCERE BELLAMY
After dinner, drinks kept getting refilled. Somebody lit up a blunt in the cigar room. The women took over the karaoke machine, singing off-key and laughing too hard at themselves. The guys posted up in a corner talking about sports, money, and business.
Then Saint and Reek got drunk enough to grab the mic. They started rapping every trap song they knew, screaming lyrics like they were at a concert. Everybody was crying laughing.
The kids ran themselves into exhaustion. One by one they fell asleep wherever they landed. By the time midnight crept up, the house was slowly getting quieter.
That’s when I noticed Rhythm’s eyes were heavier now. I liked how she fit in with such ease. How easygoing she was. She was just… cool. She was a breath of fresh air. And without meaning to, I felt possessive in a natural way.
As we sat side by side, she sighed softly. “I need to call my Uber before I end up having to carry both of them upstairs.”
KJ was slumped on the couch, eyes barely open. Kinsley was already out.
I shook my head. “That Uber is going to be stupid expensive. I’ll take you home. I’m passing your way anyway.”
She looked at me like she wanted to argue. She opened her mouth, then closed it when I gave her a look that said I wasn’t asking.
I stood, telling the room, “Alright, I’m about to bounce. I’m taking Rhythm home.”
A few heads turned. A few knowing looks got exchanged. I felt them, ignored them, and helped her gather the kids.
Outside, the November air hit my face and woke me up a bit.
Rhythm secured Kinsley’s car seat, strapped her in, then helped KJ into the back.
As we pulled off, Rhythm exhaled with a smile. “I had such a good time. I’m so grateful God put me in Aria’s path. Watching her makes me want more. Not just more money but more out of life and more for my kids.”
I nodded, listening, but it was hard to focus. She was too beautiful. I watched her lips move as she spoke, watched the way they curved around words, watched how her voice changed when she talked about her kids. I had been trying to ignore this urge since the day I met her.
I couldn’t anymore.
When we pulled up to her building, she groaned. “KJ’s asleep.”
She tried to shake him gently, but he didn’t budge. Kinsley was out too.
“I got him,” I said. “You take Kinsley. Leave the car seat. I’ll come back for it.”
She hesitated, then nodded.
We carried them inside and up the stairs. She unlocked the door one-handed easily, like she had done it a thousand times.
“You can lie him in his bed. Through the dining room and down that hall.”
I nodded and followed her instructions.
As I walked KJ toward his room, I passed the dining area and realized it doubled as her art space. Canvases leaned against walls and paint was on the table.
She’d been impressed by Aria’s house. I was impressed by this. She had made a beautiful and comfortable home with what she could. Anytime a woman had a home that I felt I could relax in, that was a plus.
I laid KJ down, then came back out.
At the same time, Rhythm stepped out of a room, closing the door softly.
We stood there, awkwardly and nervously.
I knew I should leave. But I didn’t want to.
My eyes studied her, her curves, the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed, the way her nipples protruded through her dress.
She cleared her throat, saying, “Thank you for the r—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I closed the space between us, pinned her gently against the wall, and kissed her.
She moaned into my mouth before she could control herself.
Our lips locked in a kiss that had been building between us for what felt like forever.
Every brush of her fingers on my arm ignited something deep inside me.
Now, with our mouths devouring each other, tongues sliding and tangling frantically, I couldn't fight it anymore.
The anticipation clawed at me, demanding release.
It wasn't just the thirst to fuck her that drove me.
I thought I would never be able to let anyone get this close again.
After what Tempo did, I'd built walls higher than this one behind us.
No one got in anymore, not like this. But with Rhythm, that door was reopened without her even trying.
Her eyes made me feel safe. Each stare felt like a promise that she wouldn't break me.
I could give myself to her, let her handle me, and she wouldn't turn it into weapons.
My hands slid down her sides. I gripped her dress and lifted it slowly, bunching it up around her hips, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs. She gasped into my mouth but didn't pull away. Her body arched toward me instead.
I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees.
I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, opening that pussy up.
Touching her panties, I felt that the thin lace was already damp with her arousal.
That shit made my dick even harder. I tugged them aside, revealing her wet, glistening folds that made my mouth water.
That pussy was pretty, pink, and swollen, begging for my attention.
She looked down at me, and I could see her chest heaving with each heavy breath she took.
Anticipation drew lines of desire across her forehead.
She reached and gently slipped my glasses off and set them aside on the nearby table.
The world blurred a little without them, but I still clearly saw her.
I leaned in, and dove right in. My tongue flattened against her slick entrance, lapping upward in a long, slow stroke that gathered her wetness and sent it flooding my senses.
It was salty-sweet and intoxicating. She shuddered and her thigh tensed on my shoulder.
I gripped her hips to lock her in place, as I parted her folds with my thumbs for better access.
My mouth sealed over her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking my tongue in quick circles around the sensitive nub.
Her hips bucked involuntarily, but I held her in place, not letting her escape the building pressure.
I alternated between sucking her clit and digging my tongue inside her, thrusting it deep into her tight heat, mimicking what I wanted to do with my dick as soon as possible.
She tasted like pure need. Her juices coated my chin as I worked her relentlessly.
I could feel her walls clenching around my tongue.
When I grazed my teeth lightly over her clit—just enough to tease without pain—she let out a sharp cry, but she clamped her free hand over her mouth, muffling it into a desperate whimper.
Her other hand gripped the top of my hand and pulled me closer as she rode my face.
Her breaths came in ragged bursts through her fingers.
I didn't let up, sliding one hand up to join my mouth.
My finger circled her entrance before pushing inside and curling upward to stroke that spot that made her knees buckle.
She moaned again, biting down on her palm to stifle the sound.
I added a second finger, pumping them in and out while my tongue lashed her clit faster.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers and dripped down my hand.
Her body trembled. Her muffled cries grew more frantic, like she was fighting to keep silent while chasing the edge.