Chapter 15
M y e y e s f l u t t e r e d open to sunlight peeking through the blinds. I blinked a few times, noticing the space beside me was empty. I sat up slowly, letting out a soft exhale as my body reminded me exactly what went down last night.
My thighs were sore, my hips ached, and the base of my back felt stretched in ways I hadn’t felt in a long ass time. I smiled to myself, biting down on my bottom lip before glancing around the room.
“Ahmad?” I called out, voice a little scratchy from sleep.
I eased out of bed, grabbing my satin robe off the hook on the back of the door. I slipped it on and tied it loosely around my waist, then slid into my slippers. The way my pussy still pulsed lowkey had me blushing. I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard the front door close.
“Ahmad?” I said again, turning the corner, and there he was.
Hunter green hoodie, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, matching sneakers on his feet, and a big brown paper bag in one arm. His other hand held his phone, thumb mid-scroll, until he looked up and saw me. His lips curved into that cocky ass smirk that made my stomach flip.
“Good mornin’,” he said, voice low and thick. The smell of cologne and weed smoke hit me all at once. “You sleep good?”
I leaned on the wall, squinting at him with a soft grin. “You already know I did. Where’d you go?”
“Went to the crib to change, then grabbed breakfast. I figured you’d be knocked out a lil’ longer.”
“I was, but my bed felt too empty,” I said, walking toward him slowly. “You smell good. What’s in the bag?”
I followed him into the kitchen and watched as he set the bag on the counter. He pulled out two styrofoam containers, a little bag of condiments, and a tall iced coffee. “Only the best breakfast in the city. Joseph’s. We got brown sugar pancakes, cheese eggs, turkey bacon, and home fries.”
“Mmhmm. Why have I never heard of this place?” I questioned, opening the fridge to the orange juice.
“You wildin’,” Ahmad muttered, opening his own tray. “That line was long as hell too.”
“You really went and stood in line for breakfast?”
“I knew you’d be up in here starvin’, and I ain’t tryna have you cussin’ my ass out for fuckin’ on you like I did and not feedin’ you after.”
I covered my mouth, laughing. “Wow. So that’s the standard now?”
“It’s my standard,” he said, dead serious. “You got fucked good, you eatin’ good. Simple.”
I couldn’t even argue with that logic. I grabbed two forks from the drawer and handed him one, then leaned against the counter as we started eating out of the container together like we’d been doing this for years. It came so easily.
He fed me a bite of his pancake just to hear me moan again, I swear. “So,” I said after a few more bites. “What time you gotta leave today?”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin and shrugged. “Ain’t in no rush.”
I raised my brows. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, like it was nothing. “Why? What’s good?”
“Just surprised. I thought you’d be on the move early.”
“I was. That’s why I got up. But after last night?” He glanced at me, licking syrup off his thumb. “I ain’t really in a rush to be nowhere but here.” I looked down at my food, smiling to myself like an idiot and Ahmad noticed. “What?”
“Nothing,” I said, still smiling. “Just… it’s been a while since somebody said something like that and meant it.” He reached over and tapped my thigh. My heart did a little jump, though, but I just played it off and kept eating.
After we demolished breakfast and I wiped syrup off my fingers for the third time, I leaned back against the counter and looked at him. “So… last night was crazy. This morning is cute. And you’re sure you don’t want a girlfriend?”
He studied me for a second, then leaned back in the chair.
“Let’s just enjoy the vibe,” he said calmly.
“I told you last night, I’m not rushin’ into no relationship.
I’m not slappin’ no title on nothin’ just ‘cause the sex fire and the energy comes easy. But that don’t mean I’m out here playin’ wit’ you. ”
I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
He leaned forward now, serious. “This ain’t nothin’ too deep yet, but I don’t move sloppy. So if I’m here, I’m here, Tae. Whatever happens down the line, just let that shit happen.”
I blinked at Ahmad, trying not to smile too hard. I stepped closer to him, stopping right in front of his chair. “Okay. Then, like I said last night, that good dick is all mine.”
He smirked. “Heard you.”
I turned to head towards the sink to wash the forks and cups we used. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him back at the kitchen table, rolling up a blunt with his phone pressed to his ear.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” he was saying. “Nah, I ain’t makin’ no moves today. I’m coolin’, bro.” His voice dropped a little, like he didn’t want me to hear everything.
I didn’t try to eavesdrop. I just stacked the cups neatly on the rack.
“Man, you know how I do,” he said into the phone. “Yeah, I’m wit’ her.”
My ears perked up at that, but I kept my face neutral.
He laughed at whatever his friend said. “Aight, I’ll hit you later,” he said finally before ending the call just as my phone rang.
I reached for it on the edge of the counter as I felt Ahmad move behind me. He whispered in my ear, “Don’t answer it.”
Naturally, I answered it on speakerphone. “Hey, girl.”
Her ass didn’t even say hello. “Girl, tell me why this man had the audacity…”
I tuned her out the second I felt hands sliding my robe up over my ass. I put the call on mute so fast. “Ahmad…”
He didn’t even pretend to hear me. He gripped my hips, spread me open, and pulled me back to his mouth like I was a plate he wasn’t done with. I damn near levitated.
“Hello? Girl, what are you doing?” Shonica asked, pausing her rant.
I squeezed my eyes shut, lips trembling as I took the call off mute. “Nothing. Just… working out.”
“Working out? Stop lying.”
Ahmad chuckled low at that before he slurped on my clit like a Georgia peach, causing a moan to slip from my lips. “Mmm, shit…”
Shonica gasped. “Bitch! What was that? I know you are not!”
“I’m not!” I lied terribly, my voice climbing a whole octave as he devoured my pussy with his tongue, going crazy. I was dripping, squirming, and gripping the edge of the sink for dear life. My legs felt like they were about to give out.
“Uh-huh,” she said. “So you just moan like that during cardio? Did you even hear what I’ve been saying for the last ten minutes?!”
I felt Ahmad’s tongue flick my asshole, and I damn near knocked my phone on the floor. “God… Shon, I… I gotta go.” I ended the call before she could say anything else and dropped a little lower onto his mouth. My orgasm hit me so hard, I was seeing stars trying to hold myself up. “Fuuuckkkk!”
“Mmm,” he grunted, slapping my ass cheeks. Turning my head, I saw him stand up and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes scanned my body like he was deciding which part to ruin next as he dropped his sweats and boxer briefs.
“Ahmad…” I gasped, gripping the counter as he dragged the head through my wetness, slow enough to make my legs shake.
“Relax,” he murmured behind me, one hand sliding up my back. “Lemme fuck you into a mornin’ nap.”
And then he pushed inside me, and my whole body damn near gave out. “Jesus…”
“Mhm.” His fingers dug into my hips. “I know. Take it.”
The kitchen filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, my moans getting caught in my throat every time he bottomed out.
It was messy, obscene, the kind of fucking that should not be happening at ten o’clock on a Sunday morning.
He picked up the pace, long strokes that had my forehead pressed to the faucet.
“Shit…” I cried out, pushing back into him, chasing that orgasm. “Right there… fuck… don’t stop.”
“I’m not stoppin’ a damn thing,” he said, breath thick against my shoulder. “You feel too fuckin’ good.”
He reached forward, sliding his hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit in tight circles while he fucked me from behind like he was losing his mind. I jerked, almost collapsing, but he pulled me back into him, chest against my back, his voice low in my ear. “You love this dick, Tae? Huh?”
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling myself getting close.
“Nah.” He slapped my ass, hard enough to echo. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I fucking loveee itttt!”
“Yeah.” His grip tightened. “That’s more like it.” He bent down and bit my shoulder lightly, then kissed the spot like he owned it. My legs trembled, my breath caught, and every stroke hit that place that made my eyes roll back.
“Oh my God…” I whimpered, trying to stay upright as he drove into me again.
“You nuttin’, ain’t you?” he growled, lifting his leg to go deeper. I nodded, too far gone to speak.
My whole body locked up, this wave rolling through me so heavy I had to grab the faucet just to stay standing. I cried out, shaking, and he didn’t let up. He just kept fucking me through it until he finally groaned and pulled me back into him, releasing.
We stayed like that for a minute, with him breathing hard against my shoulder, me trying to figure out my life.
My legs felt like noodles, my arms were useless, and my robe was hanging off one shoulder like it was defeated.
Ahmad finally eased out of me, but he didn’t go far.
His hands stayed on my waist, steadying me while I tried to relearn how my knees worked.
“Damn,” I whispered, still bent over the sink, still catching my breath. “You really don’t have any chill.”
I felt him smirk against my skin. “I told you I’m the pussy monster, baby.”
“You don’t play at all.”
He kissed the side of my neck, slow and deep and smug. “Exactly. Go shower so we can chill and vibe.”
I was too busy trying to process how this man had flipped my morning on its head and left me standing at the kitchen counter, robe crooked, legs trembling, heart pounding like I’d just survived something spiritual.
Ahmad reached for my hand and guided me towards the bathroom, slapping my ass as he disappeared into my room with his blunt.
And even though I tried to act unfazed, I already knew the truth.
That man had me. And if I wasn’t careful, he wasn’t just going to have my body. He was going to have everything.