Chapter 47
Mariyah
I t was nearing ten by the time Shehryar and I left my family home with a couple of boxes of leftover food. We were both quiet as I unlocked my apartment door and headed in.
In the entranceway, I toed off my trainers and shucked my coat. Shehryar shut the door behind him as I plodded towards the kitchen, bag of food in hand. While he took his shoes and coat off, I emptied the bag into my fridge. Then I asked, “You want tea or coffee?”
“Neither,” he said, rounding the table. “You won’t sleep well if you have caffeine now.”
“Well, I need it.” I grabbed the kettle and took it to the sink to fill.
Although, I really shouldn’t have been having any. I was wide awake, my senses on high alert.
He circled his heavy trunk of an arm around my shoulders as his warm, wide body appeared behind me and pressed a firm kiss to my temple, weighing me into the crook of his arm. “What’s wrong?” he whispered against my hair, the prickle of his beard made my ear twitch and tingle. “You’ve seemed tense since after lunch.”
“I’m not tense,” I grumbled, shutting the tap. “I’m pissed.”
It wasn’t exactly that either, but I didn’t know how else to label the agitated energy doing zoomies through my veins. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to bounce off the walls in a screamfest or bounce on him until I’d exhausted myself. But I didn’t want to push him away, I just wanted to—to fight.
Not fight . I wanted the push and pull between us. The in each other’s faces, the passionate heat, the banter, the ferocity, stubbornness, anger, jealousy.
I wanted old us.
And then I wanted new us immediately after. The kisses, soft touches, the vulnerability and tight hugs, the baths together, and all the heartfelt looks and actions and words. All of it.
But the balance was all off right now, and my emotions were going recklessly askew.
“Pissed about what?” I could hear the frown in his deep voice.
I tried to shake out of his hold, but his arm was locked in place. “About this. About you . About the whole fucking situation.” His grip loosened. I set the kettle down and jerked out from between the countertop and him, needing space to think properly.
There was a steady intensity to his gaze, but his fingers shifted restlessly by his side once I’d put the dining table between us. “I’m sorry, Mariyah,” he said, his voice deep and earnest. “I’d take it back in a heartbeat if I could.”
“But you can’t,” I accused.
“I can’t,” he agreed and took a tentative step to the side of the table. I took a replying step back, and he halted. “But I can make it up to you and show you I’ll never intentionally hurt you again. Ever.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you? Just like that?”
He shook his head. “Not just like that. Not until you’re sure you believe me.”
He was saying all the right things. And I wanted to jump him. Sexually and not sexually.
Gritting my teeth, I turned away and paced right, then left, and again, and kept pacing. I screeched to an abrupt stop, sure that every checkbox was ticked to confirm I’d made up my mind.
I pointed a manicured nail at my dickhead of a boyfriend. “If you ever insult me like that again or turn your anger at someone else on me, I swear, Shehryar Timur, I will rip your balls off, steam them like dumplings, and make you eat them. Do you fucking understand?”
For a second, his gaze went blank and still. But just as quickly, his whole body relaxed, and a slow, comprehending smile lifted one corner of his mouth higher and higher. “I understand,” he said and rounded the table with swaggering steps.
“No,” I snapped, putting a hand up, but my heart was echoing the delight on his face. “Stop right there. I’m not done yet.” He stopped but kept taking little shuffling movements towards me. “ Shehryar .”
“Don’t make me stay away,” he rasped, sounding somewhere between playful and needy. “If you’re forgiving me, don’t make me keep my distance. These last three weeks have been agony enough. Please, little menace .”
A moan clambered up my throat as a hot, sharp zing rippled through my belly.
Fucking Neves, I’d forgotten how deadly of a weapon Shehryar’s pleading was against my stubbornness. It made me want to stroke his hair while he sat pretty and flushed on his knees.
Mariyah! Focus!
I shook the gorgeous image out of my head and glared—or rather tried to. “You can wait five minutes while I—”
“I can’t.” He edged closer, his eyes bright Venus fly traps, radiating a sticky heat that pawed at my tingling skin. “I can’t, Mariyah. Please. I’m begging you.”
The eye-rolling pulse between my legs intensified as I stumbled away from him. “Don’t think you can plead your way out of this, Shehryar,” I said, my tone breathy.
His pupils expanded as he latched on to the lie in my voice. He moved closer with the slow, hungry steps of a predator but the whining look of droopy ears too. “Please, my beautiful menace.”
“No.” My hand shook with the need to touch him as I jabbed a finger his way. “Just because I’ve forgiven you doesn’t mean I’m not still mad—”
“Tell me how I can make it better.” His timbre changed—grew deep, rough, suggestive.
My lungs convulsed on a struggled breath as he suddenly seemed too close and big and threatening in all the right ways. I gasped when the heel of my foot caught on the bottom of one table leg as I rounded the softened corner. Shehryar caught me by the arm, keeping me from stumbling even as he eased me back until my arse and palms met the edge of the matte surface.
He let go but kept me crowded in his warmth and citrusy scent. He dipped his face, and no force in the entire universe could have stopped my head from lolling back. I bit my tongue to hold in a raw moan as he dragged his nose up the curve of my neck, smelling me, his trimmed beard and wide lips ghosting my skin, teasing me, but never once taking the power out of my hands.
“I’ll do anything.” He kissed the underside of my chin so lightly. “Anything to make you forget why you’re still mad.” Then he kissed lower. “Anything to remind you why we’re so good together.” Over my pulse. “Just give me your permission.” His tongue swiped out, and I couldn’t hold in my moan any longer. He shuddered out a sigh as he did it again. “Tell me what to do.” Kiss . “Command me.” Kiss . “Use me.” Kiss . “I’m begging you, little menace.”
He lifted his face over mine and the flush of delirium smeared across his golden cheeks ripped my stubbornness to shreds, releasing all the want and longing brewing underneath.
“You’re a dickhead,” I breathed out.
Clamping my hand in the back of his hair, I moulded my lips to his and kissed him in a desperate frenzy, demanding and clinging on to him. He didn’t lift his hands from either side of me and simply rolled his tongue to the greedy rhythm of mine with sexy rasping breaths that danced over my clit.
He grunted as I ripped him back with a sharp tug on his hair. “On your knees, now.”
This man did not hesitate even a beat.
Shehryar eased himself down before me with such grace that seemed so odd for a man of his size. I caressed my fingers along one side of his whiskered jaw, and his lashes fluttered.
Fuck, it was impossible to take my starved gaze off him.
“Make me come on your tongue,” I rasped.
Desire exploded impossibly brighter behind his irises. “Yes, ma’am,” he purred.
Pressing a kiss against the soft curve of my belly over my thin jumper, Shehryar gripped either side of my wide-fit trousers and underwear underneath. He tugged at the elastic waistbands, and both items of clothing stretched over my hips and slid down my thighs. His gaze darted between the inches of my naked body he exposed and my face until the bunched clothing slipped off my feet.
He threw it all aside, and I shamelessly widened my stance and leaned back on my palms, spreading my aching, wet cunt right in front of his face. He swayed towards me with a low groan, but I caught him with a hand in his hair, angling his wild expression up to mine.
“Not so fast, Sheri,” I tutted huskily. “Ask for what you want like a good boy.”
His lashes grew heavier, his flush pinker as he gave a little shudder. Oh, he liked that. A lot. And it turned me on insanely. Fed raw power into my blood and molten liquid through my core.
“May I eat you out, little menace?” he croaked, his hands caressing up the outer curves of my thighs, inciting a vicious throb in my swollen pussy. “Please. Let me suck on your clit and make you come. I need you to ride my tongue. Please… please .”
Shit, I was so close to coming just listening to him plead.
“Good boy,” I crooned, lightly grazing my nails against his scalp. He made a gruff little sound of pleasure that I’d remember for an eternity. “Now make me come, Sheri.”
I dragged his face to my sex, and he immediately scooted closer. Clamping a hand under one of my knees, he lifted my leg up and wide, fitting his shoulders between, and feasted his eyes on my spread sex.
He threw a possessed glance up. And then he was on me.
Mouth open. Tongue flat. Right over my clit with a long, keen drag.
I groaned as bolts of pleasure skipped like stones across water in my belly, and he moaned so roughly the vibration through me made me gasp. My arms shook under me, but I leaned my weight further back, spreading wider, rocking my hips into the roll of his tongue.
“Move that tongue, Sheri,” I demanded, fisting his hair tighter. “I don’t wanna drag this out. I want it hard and fast. Messy. Suck on my clit. Show me how quickly you can make me scream.”
His feverish groan trembled through my thighs before he hiked my leg a little higher and doubled down. Sucked. So good. Just the right amount of pressure on my clit to make my back fly into an arch as I cried out. My eyes rolled and muscles quivered all over.
“Fuck, yes…Sheri…”
And he kept going. Swapping long, pulsing sucks for quick flicks, tearing each desperate sound out of me just like I’d asked. Messy, hard, and fast. When he pushed two fingers into my dripping pussy, rubbing in quick flutters on a magical spot, I couldn’t stop panting and writhing against him. Marking his face with my wetness. Watching him watch me. Running to the edge he chased me towards.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” I whimpered in encouragement, perspiration coating my skin as my body overheated with an impending explosion. “Such a good boy. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t change his pace, didn’t change what he was doing, only huffed a noise of arousal, and the gorgeous sound, the sensation , flung me off into a bright oblivion.
The pleasure of my climax lasted as long as my pained yelp—either one second or ten before it turned into a choked whine as Shehryar kept me riding the tingling aftershock with gentle swipes of his tongue. I tugged him away from my sensitive clit and slumped back, trying to catch my breath, but my cunt still convulsed with hollow hunger.
The not enough, more, give me more thrum only strengthened as I greedily mapped the panting definition of stunning before me. Lips swollen and wet, hair pointing in every direction, and a painful-looking bulge in his black trousers.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, little menace,” Shehryar grated and pressed a light, sticky kiss just under my belly button piercing. “Again. I want to see it again.”
A gasp flew from my mouth as he abruptly whirled me around by my thighs. I slammed my palms on the table for balance, but my elbows were forced to bend as Shehryar weighed a heavy hand against the centre of my back. He prompted a shudder from me, grazing his blunt nails down my spine until both hands gripped my arse cheeks.
I glanced over my shoulder just as he spread them apart, his face inches from my wet core. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a jab of blushing awareness that made me want to shift away, but the deep ache his starved expression fed inside me had me desperate to arch further back instead.
His dilated gaze collided with mine, and my heart and clit whimpered in sync. “May I taste you again? Please.”
I nodded, eager and open-mouthed. “Yes.”
The groan that erupted from me was matched by Shehryar as he licked from my clit all the way through the swollen seam of my pussy, drinking me up shamelessly.
“So good,” he moaned, thick and lusty. “So fucking good, little menace.” He swirled his tongue around my clit again and up my sex. “I want more.” And again. “So much more.”
I moaned as he prodded his tongue between my pussy lips once, twice before licking up higher, not stopping, pulling my arse further apart and licking dangerously close to—
“Shehr—” I squeaked and grabbed a chunk of his hair, ripping his face back from me.
He painted the picture of a drugged beast, tongue hanging out, eyelids heavy, frowning as if he didn’t quite understand why he’d been stopped from feasting. “What’s wrong?”
I widened my eyes like he was insane. “Where the fuck do you think you’re trying to lick?”
“I want to eat your ass.” Arousal sliced right down my middle, and my grip slackened on his hair. He immediately took it as an opportunity to sway closer. “Can’t I?”
My tongue fumbled over itself. “It’s not—it’s not that you can’t. But you’re not going anywhere near my ass until I’ve showered.”
One corner of his mouth twitched up. “If that’s the only issue, then I’m more than happy to wait,” he purred, pressing his mouth to one curve of my derriere. “But make sure you wash it properly for me, menace, inside and out. Because I want to play with your ass in every way you’ll let me tonight.”
He sunk his teeth into my skin. I hissed through my teeth. Then the fucking dickhead winked, all sexy, smug prowess, and the bubbles in my core lurched.
Why is he so stupidly hot?
It irked. It didn’t. I loved it. It made my insides flutter and pulse in equal measure.
My mouth tilted in a replying smirk as I twisted my fist in his hair and yanked his gasping face further up. “Oh, don’t look so fucking smug, Sheri. You’re not playing with my ass…”
I skated my gaze down to his lap then back up. “Until I’m done playing with you .”