Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Dice
Put that on a T-shirt.
I’ve never seen anyone sleep this soundly. Not that I’ve had any other overnight experiences. Only Lot. She’s lying on her stomach, arms bent, both hands tucked under her cheek. A pillow half covers her red silk bonnet and face. She doesn’t stir as the mattress shifts with my weight.
The sheet is pulled up to her waist. The blanket got kicked off the bed during an energetic night. Lot likes to fuck hard. So do I. When you go hard, can’t nothing soft get in the way.
Except that wasn’t entirely true. Not when it comes to her.
I kiss Lot’s shoulder and she doesn’t budge. I climb out of bed naked, cupping my dick when I catch sight of Queenie perched on the closet door like a gargoyle.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Hissss.”
“This is my damn house.”
Her expression says otherwise as she leaps down and curls up beside Lot. Two unexpected women in my life. Neither of them easy.
I pull on shorts, socks, and runners, use the bathroom, and grab an energy drink from the fridge.
While I’m in the kitchen, I refill Queenie’s bowls with water and food.
Last night, when Lot showed me how to make pancakes, and I gave her a refresher on spinning vinyl, it felt like old times.
Five years hadn’t changed that natural rhythm between us.
Now, with sex in the mix without the pressure of romantic expectations, it’s the best of both worlds.
I down the drink, grab a thermos of water, and head to the spare bedroom-turned-home gym.
I work most nights, and sometimes I need to burn off the extra energy after a shift.
I like the convenience. The privacy. My own space.
My own things. Things I worked hard for.
Earning them all. That’s important to me.
Lying back on the bench, I grab a pair of dumbbells and press them straight up, then lower them again, grunting through each rep. I’m naturally lean, building muscle easily. Genetics, I assume. Not that I know much about mine.
C asked if I wanted to do one of those ancestry kits. I didn’t. Jasinder was bad enough. Why would I go looking for the man who didn’t want me then? A man who may still not want to be found. Worse, a man I could find, then wish I hadn’t.
Naw. I don’t need that shit.
I shove the unwelcome thoughts back in their dark corner and work my delts. Sweat drips down my bare chest and abs, dampening the waistband of my nylon shorts. The burn feels good. Not as good as fucking Lot, but I doubt waking her up for another round would go over well. The woman loves her sleep.
After an hour—drenched and buzzed on endorphins—I chug my water and drag a towel over my face and torso. I hear her soft footsteps out in the hall, and a moment later, Lot appears in the doorway. Bonnet gone, locs loose, wearing nothing but a thong and cropped tee that says Eat Me! I’m Vagitarian.
My kind of meal.
“Come here.”
The defiant part of her won’t let her comply right away. She makes me wait to prove she’s not submitting, that it’s her choice. Which is exactly how I want it.
She pushes off the doorjamb and walks toward me, hips swaying, tits bobbing. Her gaze slides over me—face, shoulders, chest—traveling down my abs to the damp trail of hair disappearing into my shorts. Then lower, to where my legs straddle the bench.
“Did you wear that for me?” I ask.
“You never crossed my mind.”
“You’re such a liar. And a tease.” I reach for her and press my face to her stomach. Soft and warm. I breathe her in. Scented body butter and the remnants of hard, grinding sex.
Fuck, I want her.
I kiss her belly and push up her shirt, my gaze stopping dead on her bare tits and the way they look filling my hands. I circle her pouty nipples and trap one between my fingers and thumb, giving it a tug.
“Dice,” she moans, thrusting her breasts into my touch, her breath hitching as I go back to circling them both.
She drops onto my lap, slapping our pelvises together, grabbing the back of my head and crushing her mouth to mine in a kiss that’s all tongue and turned-on woman.
I abandon her breasts and slide my hands along her thighs, thick and smooth like butter, then around to her bare cheeks.
Every place on her body is a treasure to find and explore.
My fingertips trace the top of the material that dwindles into a narrow band riding the seam of her ass until they reach the connecting panty. Damp with her desire, I move the swatch aside and play with her pussy, running my fingertips up and down her core.
“Dice.” She rocks her hips. “Make me come.”
My erection sparks a new uproar. There’s a ragged desperation in her plea, a neediness that turns my guarded Lot into something baser. I love it when she gives up the fight for control and just lets go.
Breaths coming in gusts, I urge her up and slide the waistband of her panties down, dragging them over her hips. She wiggles out of them and kicks the thong off her feet. I bring her back to me, lowering my head to kiss the triangle of hair. Then I lie back, bringing her with me.
Spread over my chest, she’s pink and glistening. “Sit on my face.”
“I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“A happy man died between my thighs. Put that on a T-shirt. It’ll be a best seller.”
Her laugh melts into a moan when I pull her upward, and tucking my arms beneath her hips, I lift her to my mouth. Not wasting another second, I dive into the slick flesh, eating her hard and fast, groaning with a savage desire to drive her wild.
“Yes.” She rubs against me, her eyes on mine, the connection between us unbroken as I spear the tip inside her pussy, feeling it tremble and contract. Her legs shake. “Oh fuck, it’s so good.”
She tightens her fingers on my scalp, writhing, her moans growing louder and longer.
I grab her ass, yanking her into the plunges of my tongue.
She circles one of my wrists and directs my hand inside the crevice. “Mark me there with your fingers. I know I’ll come so hard.”
I slip my tongue out of her. The raw passion of my lust gentles to make sure I understand. “You want anal play, Lot?”
Her lashes flutter over her hooded eyes and she releases my wrist. “It’s okay if it’s not your thing. You don’t have to.”
“Anything that gives you pleasure is my thing. Do you have a safe word?”
“I’ve never needed one.”
“Have you done anal before?”
“Not with a man, no. Just my vibrator.”
Fuck. The image of Lot pleasuring herself with an anal toy nearly sends me over the edge. “Why me?”
“Are we really having this conversation with my coochie on your chin?”
“Yes. I want to know before we go someplace you’ve never gone before.”
Her expression softens as much as Lot lets it. “Do you remember teaching me how to ride my first ten-speed?”
“Yeah. You were stubborn and insisted you could do it on your own.”
“But you still wouldn’t let go of the seat until I showed you I could. And even then, you ran alongside me, keeping up so I wouldn’t fall.”
“You didn’t.”
“No. But the point was you wanted to protect me anyway. So, that’s why.”
Her confession sinks in deep. “I’ll always protect you, Lot. That’s why I need you to give me a safe word.”
“Okay. Web. That’s my word.”
“Good choice. It fits us.”
“Are we done talking now? ’Cause I’m about to lose this mood.”
“We’ll get it back. Hand me that bottle on the towel stand.”
“What is it?”
“Almond oil. Good to prevent calluses after lifting. But it’s multipurpose. Makes for a slippery slide.”
“Ohh.” She grabs it for me, and I grease up my fingers.
Just that action—the anticipation—has us both breathing hard and ready to resume.
I dip my tongue back into her heat, arousing her all over again, and apply a gentle pressure with my finger against her puckered taint. Even though she’s had experience with a toy, I continue to slowly lubricate before easing one finger inside. Then I pause to check in.
“How’s that?”
“So good. Give me more.”
I press in a little deeper to my first knuckle. She clenches, an instinctive reaction to something stimulating all those sensitive nerve endings. She’s so snug and warm around my middle finger.
Her body quivers, her nails biting into my shoulders as she loses herself in arousal. I slide my tongue around her pulsing clit and finger-fuck her ass with steady, shallow thrusts.
“Dice,” she grits, her head falling back. “I’m gonna come.”
Her thighs press against my ears, the sides of my face, and when she starts chanting my name, I go into overdrive. It’s a race to see if I’ll suffocate or she’ll come first.
I live.
And it’s a damn good thing because I get to watch her quake and hear her scream as she climaxes in a burst of streaming liquid, squirting all over my mouth and down my chin. It’s fucking hot.
“Condom?” she gasps.
“I don’t have one in here.”
“Your choice, we go get one or stay here and you can fuck my mouth.”
“Stay.”
She slides down my body and gets on her knees between my legs. I sit up and watch her take off her top.
“I want to fuck your big, beautiful tits too.”
“You so nasty, Dice.” She grins and reaches for the bottle of oil, greases up her breasts, the valley in between, and her nipples until they’re shiny beacons. She wraps her mouth around the tip of my cock and licks it like a lollipop.
“Shit…” I grip the sides of the bench, barely keeping myself from ramming it down her throat. “You’re really tryna end me.”
She doesn’t answer. Just hums around my shaft, sending vibrations straight to my spine. My whole body shudders.
Her tongue swirls around the head, spit-slick and stroking. With her hands, she pushes her breasts together, soft and plump, and takes my cock between them.
“Fuck, it’s like you stepped out of my fantasies.”
“You been thinking about this?” she murmurs, breath warm against my length.
“There were so many nights I jerked off after you left my apartment in those tight-ass tops.”
“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one. I didn’t have toys back then, but I used the shower head and imagined you eating and fucking my pussy.”
“Jesus, Lot.”
She smirks, then lets a line of spit fall from her tongue, drizzling down my cock before she slides me between her breasts.
My dick disappears between those perfect brown pillows, slick and cushiony. She presses them tighter and starts to move, up and down, slow at first. Her nipples drag against my thighs, causing little electric shocks with every stroke.
Our eyes lock, lips parting on groans and pants.
“You like that?” she murmurs, licking the head as it pops out the top.
“I’m about to embarrass myself.”
She laughs, low and wicked. “Don’t come yet. I’m not done.”
Her rhythm picks up. Breasts bouncing, her hands brace the sides, mouth darting out to lick the tip every time it slides up. She’s working me like she knows my exact breaking point and she’s dancing right on the edge of it.
I thread my fingers into her locs and tug. She moans like it turns her on just to have my hands on her. She takes me deeper in her mouth this time, tits still wrapped around the base… squeezing.
“Keep going, wildcat.”
She adds a hot, wet suction that sends me into oblivion.
Back arching, thighs flexing, a low roar builds in my chest like thunder.
“Lot… I’m—”
She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pause. Just looks up at me with a fire in her eyes that says give it to me.
All the way gone now, I power into her mouth, then pull out and spill all over her tits.