Chapter 3 #2
My words got caught in my throat as I stared into Ahmad’s dark eyes. His face was blankly staring back at me. For some reason, my heart was beating fast. I was sure he could hear it. I slightly parted my lips, preparing to speak but couldn’t seem to form a sentence.
Ahmad stared at me with a concerned look on his face. He scanned my body with his eyes causing the hair on the back of my neck to rise and my body to heat up.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, finally finding my words.
His long, pink tongue went across his bottom lip, causing a throbbing between my legs.
I cleared my throat and quickly removed my arm from his grasp. Bending down, I picked my phone up.
I went to step around Ahmad, but he grabbed me again. Once again, a spark shot through my body.
“Who you here with?”
I stared at him curiously. “My best friend.”
Ahmad was dressed simply in a black shirt and dark jeans. He wore two single gold chains around his neck. Even with him dressing simple, he captured my eye.
As he stared at me, I started feeling weird, so I avoided his gaze. Something about the way he looked at me had my stomach feeling jittery.
Ahmad grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
“Don’t put your head down. That makes it seem like you lack confidence.
You’re too beautiful for that.” My cheeks grew warm.
The butterflies in my stomach intensified.
He ran his thumb over the bottom of my chin.
His touch was gentle, offsetting the rough skin from his thumb.
A small puddle started to form between my legs. I shifted my body to try and distract myself. Stepping back from Ahmad, his hand fell from my face. As if he could sense my lust over him, his eyes lowered, and he pulled on the corner of his bottom lip sensually.
We stood there in a stare off until Isabella’s voice broke my eye contact with him. “Chica, I thought you fell in the toilet,” she said as she walked up on us.
Standing next to me, she looked from Ahmad to me with curious eyes. Neither of us addressed her at first. It was like both of us were stuck staring at each other.
“Well, I’ll let you two ladies get back to your night.” He bobbed his head in Isabella’s direction then gave me a grin.
Once again, I got caught up in his eyes.
“Uh uh, you been holding back. Who was that?” Isabella asked me as soon as Ahmad was out of earshot.
We started walking down the hallway that led to the main floor. “No one. Just someone that comes to the coffee shop.”
The bar had filled up with more people than before I went to the bathroom.
“Mhm, he’s fine as hell.”
“That he is, friend.” My pussy throbbed once again at the thought of Ahmad. The way his pink tongue slowly graced his lips had me wondering how it would feel against my flesh, slowly tasting every inch of my body. A sudden shiver shot through me. I quickly shook the thought off.
I looked around the bar and my eyes fell on him. He was staring directly at me. I noticed he was with a couple other guys.
He smirked at me and raised the glass in his hand. I snatched my eyes away from him and bashfully lowered my head.
“Come on,” I told Isabella, grabbing her arm.
She stared in the direction I just broke my eyes from. “Did he do something to you?”
I started towards the door.
Yeah, if you count causing me to lose my train of thought every time he looked at me, then he did a whole lot to me. “No, I’m just tired.”
My phone went back off in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it.
Kevin had sent me question marks. Seeing Ahmad made me forget that he even texted me. Right now, being around Kevin wouldn’t bring my body any joy. Sex with Kevin was always good, but it wasn’t him I was craving right now. Right now, my body was calling for a beautiful stranger.
I texted Kevin back telling him not tonight.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” I hugged Isabella.
She nodded. “Okay.”
Our cars were parked next to each other.
I walked to my driver’s side and got in.
I looked back at the bar one last time. Thoughts of Ahmad filled my head which caused my stomach to feel warm.
I wasn’t sure why. I had never felt an instant attraction to a man like I did with Ahmad.
The moment he stepped into the coffee shop, I could barely form a sentence.
Since then, I have looked forward to him coming in each morning.
I shook my head. I wasn’t even trying to go there.
One thing about me was that I knew me and relationships didn’t work.
No one was really who they said they were, and in the end, they would just leave you with a broken heart.
Instead of setting myself up for failure, I chose to keep it safe and deal with men I knew I couldn’t get emotionally attached to. It was easier that way.
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I arched my back and threw my body against his with my eyes closed. Sweat covered my face as I moaned softly, gripping his back, my nails digging into his flesh.
He grabbed my chin as he pushed deep into me, forcing my eyes to pop open.
“What I tell you about closing your eyes, beautiful?” Ahmad’s dark eyes bore into me, causing my breath to halt. I sucked in a deep breath as his strokes grew slower and deeper.
His thick lips covered mine and we kissed passionately. He slowly kissed down my face, connecting his lips to my neck. His teeth pierced my skin.
“Ahmad,” I moaned softly.
My body seemed to have a mind of its own. My legs wrapped around his body, pulling him into me even more. He pulled up and positioned himself on his forearms.
He looked down at his dick moving in and out of me before looking into my eyes.
This weird feeling filled my stomach. My heart swelled as I stared at the sweat drip from his smooth skin. I reached up and cuffed his beard. Raising one of his hands, he grabbed my wrist and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.
Ahmad sat up and his stroke sped up. His hands ran over my bare body. My nipples hardened even more. He circled my buds with his thumbs, twisting them. The pain , mixed with the pleasure he was bringing me, caused a pounding in my head.
He grabbed my legs and held them, skillfully moving in and out of me. Not too much later, the both of us were cumming.
I shot up panting heavily, sweat covering my body. I looked around my dark room and grabbed my chest. My heart was pounding in my chest.
I swallowed hard and slowly laid back on my pillow while still panting.
What the hell was that?
I normally slept naked, so I lowered my hand between my legs, and my eyes widened, taking in how wet I was. My clit was sensitive as hell.
Why the hell was I dreaming about Ahmad?
This wasn’t even me. One main rule I promised myself I would stick by was to never give a man the ability to leave me heartbroken.
So far, I’ve done a good job of that. I watched what heartbreak could do to a woman with my mom, and I never wanted to experience that, but it was like since Ahmad first entered the coffee shop, I’ve had some unspoken attraction to him.
I couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but there was something about Ahmad that had captured something inside me and wouldn’t let go.
How was it possible not to know this man from a can of paint but want him near you? How could I wish his brawny arms were wrapped around my body right now, keeping me warm while my leg rested over his waist?
Was it possible to be so smitten over someone that I could feel the touch of their skin grazing my body without ever physically feeling them? I closed my eyes and his smile flashed in my thoughts. My pussy started leaking again.
Shit. I wasn’t sure what this man was doing to me, but I didn’t like it. I needed to get a grip on the way I was feeling and quick. Nothing good could come from me pursuing him, right?