Eyes locked on hers, he inserted each finger into his mouth and licked her sweet nectar from each digit. Dana closed her eyes and shuddered as secondary tremors rocked her body.
Raising onto his knees, Omar straddled either side of her thighs and grabbed the waistband of her jeans to pulled them all the way off. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.
But the shrill sound of a phone ringing stopped him in his tracks.
14
Dana lifted onto her elbows. “That’s my brother.”
She used unique ring tones for family members, a practice she started to avoid speaking to her parents. Each individual sound allowed her to avoid running for the phone but also let her know when she needed to.
Wrestling with the rearrangement of her clothes, she scrambled to her feet. She could barely walk because her feet felt springy and detached from the rest of her, while her body sang from Omar’s touch and ached for his full possession.
She rushed into the kitchen and pulled the phone from her purse on the kitchen bar.
“Hey, Tommy.”
Her relationship with Tommy, whose real name was Thomas, had remained strong over the years. To this day, he and his twin sister, Theresa, called Dana whenever they needed help—personal or financial.
“Hello, my beautiful sister. How are you doing?”
He wanted something. “It’s after one o’clock in the morning here,” she said, running a hand over her face. “Why are you calling me so late?” Tommy attended school in California and was generally uncaring about the time difference.
“Reaching out to say I love you.”
“You must need a lot of money,” she muttered, keeping her voice low from Omar’s listening ears.
Her brother let out an embarrassed laugh, and she envisioned the distress in his round face.
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
She watched Omar pick up the empty containers and plastic bags from the living room and take them to the trash can.
“I’m in a bind,” Tommy started slowly. “Since I wasn’t going home for the summer, I found a job and been working for the past few weeks, but a few days ago my car died. The mechanic said it’s the engine, and replacing it is gonna cost me… a lot.”
“How much?” Dana asked, taking a seat on a bar stool to prepare for the bad news.
Tommy mumbled an unintelligible answer.
“What did you say?”
“Fifteen hundred bucks.”
Her stomach plummeted, and she closed her eyes, resting her head against her hand. “How much do you need?”
“Fifteen hundred. All of it,” he answered weakly.
“Tommy…”
“I have rent and utilities and groceries to buy,” he said, sounding defensive. “I have a roommate, but it’s expensive out here. I swear I’ve been really good with my money, but the car dying messed up all my plans. I asked mom and dad for help, but they said they don’t have any extra money.”
“Did you talk to Ray and Evan?” she asked, referring to their older brothers.
“Yeah. Ray said Leela got braces not too long ago, so he can’t afford to help, and Evan said Ginnie’s due soon. Work’s been too sporadic at the shop so he can’t give me the money and risk not having anything when the baby comes.”
Which meant Dana was his last resource, and her trip to Colorado started slipping away.
Omar had returned to the sofa and was playing with his phone. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, and her body quietly throbbed from the memory of those fingers sliding in and out of her.
“I’ll send you the money,” she said, lowering her voice a little more because Omar wouldn’t approve of her decision.
If he found out she was going to forego her trip to help her brother, he’d give her a stern talking to and then try to give her the money.
She wasn’t like the women he dated, who expected him to be a meal ticket. He casually paid their bills and purchased expensive gifts because he could afford to do so. She, on the other hand, went to extremes to make sure he didn’t think she was using him in any way. As far as she was concerned, their relationship should be mutually beneficial and depended on them having trust and respect for each other. Friends didn’t take advantage of friends.
“When will you send the money?” Tommy asked.
“I’ll CashApp it as soon as we hang up.”
He sighed with relief. “Thanks, Dana. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”
He never paid her back, but she never expected him to. Like a parent, she wanted the best for her brother and would always help him if she could. She couldn’t have him struggling while she could afford to lessen his struggle. There was always next year for the writing retreat, but his situation was an emergency, and he needed an immediate resolution.
“Have you heard from Theresa?” Dana asked.
“Not for a few days, but last we talked she’s having a blast in Hawaii.”
Their sister was studying marine biology and accepted a low-level position with a company in Hawaii. Her meager earnings were just enough to cover room and board at the facility’s housing where she shared an apartment with two other young women.
Dana and her brother talked for a few more minutes before she hung up the phone.
“Everything okay with Tommy?” Omar stretched an arm across the back of the sofa, the movement gaping open his white shirt and exposing his hair-sprinkled skin. Her impatient fingers had loosened those buttons and run over his muscular chest.
“He’s fine.” Dana sent the cash to her brother and set down the phone. “He needed someone to talk to about a problem.”
Silence dragged between them.
Omar patted the spot next to him. “Come here.”
She wanted to. She really, really wanted to, but sanity had returned. “We need to talk about what happened.”
She stood, and he did too.
“I didn’t really plan to do much talking.” Omar walked slowly toward her.
“You know you’re like a brother to me, right?”
He pulled up short. “A brother? I’m standing in front of you with a boner after you let me finger you until you came, and I’m supposed to believe you think of us as siblings? I’m not thinking of you as a sister right now, Dana. Trust me.”
Her eyes dipped to the massive boner tenting his pants and then swiftly hiked back up to his face.
“I mean that I value our friendship a lot.”
“You think I don’t?”
“I care about you, Omar.”
“And I care about you.”
He came closer, filling up all the available space in the room without literally filling up all the available space in the room. He wreaked of sexuality, and every nerve in her body transmitted her need for him like a current running through a live wire.
“I made you a promise,” he said, resting his hands on either side of her on the bar. “I promised to make you come on my mouth and on my dick, and I like to keep my promises.”
This was such a bad idea. Having sex with him would change everything between them, but she ached so much, and the constant throbbing wouldn’t go away. There was only one way to rid herself of the inconvenient discomfort between her legs—give in. Satisfy the dull pain haunting her days and nights for the past few years, and find out once and for all if Omar was as good as the rumors.
“I promise you’ll be satisfied,” he said in her ear. He sucked her earlobe.
To hell with her reservations. Everything between them would change, but she would deal with the fallout afterward. She wanted him to do everything he promised when he whispered all those dirty words to her on the sofa.
“Omar, I want—”
He never let her finish. She expelled a soft, gasping cry as his mouth came down hard on hers.
15
In between bruising kisses, Omar guided Dana upstairs. Along the way, clothes were discarded, leaving a trail that indicated the urgency with which they were re
ady to consume each other.
They stumbled into the dark bedroom, slivers of light coming through the blinds as they made their way over to the bed. Their breaths tangled together, coming in low, heavy spurts, magnified in the quiet of the dark room.
Angling his head to the right, he kissed her deeply, his tongue stroking into her mouth and setting off a five-alarm fire in the rest of her body. His firm mouth moved over hers with expert precision, and she could almost be satisfied with just kissing him, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, and his erection teased her with more, hard and smooth like a column of marble against her soft belly.
Her hands traveled over his sculpted chest, exploring the texture of flesh beneath her splayed hands—firm muscle beneath soft skin—until he pulled her closer, and her bare breasts flattened against his chest.
Omar grabbed a handful of locs, tugging her head back so he could bite his way down the column of her throat. The scrape of his teeth made heat dance over her sensitive skin, and the pulse at the base of her neck tripled its frantic beating and battered the skin there. How could his touch be rough yet so good? She sighed with pleasure. Their bodies hadn’t joined together yet, but she was already on the verge of coming apart.
Omar shifted them onto the bed, where he bent her over the mattress and pushed her legs apart so he could stand in the open space.
“You like getting spanked, Dana?” he asked, fisting a hand at her neck under her hair and holding her in place.
Vulnerable in that position, she was pinned to the bed, toes skimming the carpet, and Omar standing behind her like a sexy, powerful god.
Before she could answer, the large palm of his other hand landed on her left butt cheek. Dana stiffened as the delicious sting spread pleasure and pain along her jiggling flesh.
“Answer me. Do you like getting spanked?”
He hit her again, and she bit her lip through a moan, the fingers of her right hand curling into the bedsheets. “Yes,” she whispered, bracing for another blow.
“I can’t hear you.” Seconds later, his hand came down again.
“Yes!” she hissed, louder this time, the word coupled with another moan.
She didn’t want him to stop. Here in the bed, she didn’t have to be responsible or smart or take care of anyone else. Her needs would be met, and she could give herself over to the one man she trusted more than any other—a man who knew how to take control and would surely satisfy her.
He hit her over and over again, alternating between each ass cheek. She closed her eyes, pushing back as best she could with limited mobility. His hand remained at her neck, holding her in place and forcing her to take the repeated hits.
Pushing up with her toes, she lifted into the blows, flesh stinging and clit throbbing and damp with lust. Each crack of his hand was followed by one of her cries.
Right when she was certain she would come, he removed his hand from her neck, but she couldn’t move. Tears burned her eyes as a result of the combined punishment and reward she received from the spanking. Omar’s hands smoothed down her back, and then she experienced the thrill of his mouth on the fullness of her ass. He squeezed each cheek together and then gently kissed away the pain.
She breathed easier but needed release.
His hard body came down on top of hers. “You okay, baby?” he asked in her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
“Good. ’Cause I’m not done.”
They shifted on the bed so her head was against the pillows.
“You know what I want now, don’t you?”
She nodded, a mess of anticipation between her thighs as she impatiently waited for him to do what he promised.
He kissed his way down her breasts, her engorged nipples tightening painfully against the moist swipes of his tongue. She smoothed her hands over his bald head, encouraging him with soft moans and the gentle arch of her back.
Omar continued his downward descent, swirling his tongue in her navel, kissing the soft curve of her belly, and sucking the joint where the top of her thighs met her hips. He laughed softly when she twisted restlessly with uninhibited eagerness, dying for him to put his mouth there, where he promised.
His bearded jaw rubbed the inside of her thigh, and she choked on a cry of need, her legs going wider as she fought the urge to beg.
“Damn, baby, you’re so wet,” he said in a ragged voice. His thumbs spread her lower lips as he groaned and dipped his head.
Finally. The bold caress of his tongue teased the tiny bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and her mind blanked.
He went to work, his mouth and tongue relentless in their desire to give pleasure. Almost as erotic as his touch was watching his head between her thighs and listening to the smacking sound of his mouth as he devoured her with carnal enthusiasm.
She was already primed from the spanking, so it didn’t take long for her to climax. She did so with a husky cry, back arching off the mattress as her clenching sex dripped feminine cum on his tongue.
Lips glistening, his mouth came down on hers in a scorching hot kiss and transmitted her own taste from his lips to hers. They kissed for what seemed like hours—their tongues climbing over each other and their hands exploring naked skin they’d been denied access to for years.
Omar finally tore his mouth away from hers and swore softly. “Be right back.”
He hopped off the bed, mumbling something about a condom before he disappeared through the door. Dana took those moments to catch her breath, and when Omar returned with his pants, she readied for him to rejoin her on the bed.
He removed a condom from his wallet and ripped open the foil packet. Then he came down again, into her open arms.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered, nudging his hardness at the entrance to her body.
“Me too,” Dana whispered shakily.
He pushed forward and entered her body with one easy slide, and they moaned in unison as he bathed his sheathed erection in her wetness.
Dana’s arms clenched around his neck. She absorbed the sensation of him filling her, stretching her delicate muscles as she pumped her hips and arched her back to better receive him.
“That’s it, babe,” he rasped. “Take it like a good girl.”
His ardent, animalistic thrusting was exactly what she wanted. The bed creaked under the weight of their frantic movements, and her wails of pleasure filled the darkness. While inside of her, Omar’s mouth meshed with hers in deliciously wet kisses, and each time he slid out and plunged home again, she clenched her fingers into his back.
The scent of sex and sweat filled her nostrils and made her grab a big lungful of air to better experience the buzz of the intoxicating aroma. As the tension in her body tightened, Dana marveled at how Omar was everything she dreamed of and more. Feet flat on the bed, she pushed up into his solid thrusts, control slipping away as he brought her closer to the brink of climax.
Then, with one final stroke, she came to shattering completion, and she screamed with abandon, her back bowed, toes tightly curled, and nails sinking into his rigid butt.
Omar stiffened above her and muttered a stream of f-bombs before he shuddered and collapsed on top of her. She bore his weight for several seconds, and then he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling.
“Damn,” he whispered, running a hand down his face.
Dana floated back to Earth, spent, her languid limbs barely able to move in the aftermath of ecstasy.
Omar eased from the bed and slipped into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, she thought there would be an awkward period as they processed what happened. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, and she willingly settled against his firm body.
Practically boneless, Dana rested her head on his shoulder and promptly fell asleep.
16
“Ask me another question,” Dana said.
She wore a white terry-cloth robe, and Omar was naked under
the covers after a shower where he spent an inordinate amount of time making sure her body was clean. He was so thorough she climaxed in the shower stall and collapsed against the wall.
She barely slept the night before because after the first time, she and Omar made love again, slower and gentler and with more affection—unlike the first time when they basically screwed like rabbits. She likened the first time to an attack, really—an attack on her defenses, her senses, and her body. The second time they made love.
She woke up multiple times during the night, and each time stared at his sleeping face, unable to believe he was in her bed. One thing for sure, all the rumors were true. Mr. Casanova delivered in the sack. This morning she woke up with aching nipples and the phantom sensation of his erection pressed between her thighs.
Because they slept late, Omar ordered an early lunch, consisting of chicken sandwiches and French fries, which they were now devouring on the bed. He sat with his legs stretched out in front of him and his shoulders against the tufted headboard, while she sat with her legs curled beside her, noshing on fries while they asked each other a series of questions. The questions crossed a line they never dared approach when they were strictly friends.
“Okay, I have a good one,” Omar said. “If you could have a one night pass to sleep with anyone, who would you use it on?”
“Boris Kodjoe,” Dana answered immediately. “I’ve been in love with him forever, and when he speaks German, he’s so sexy.” She sighed dramatically.
“I’ll do my best to make sure you never meet that pretty motherfucker,” Omar mumbled.
“You’re mean,” Dana said with a laugh. She ate a fry. “Who would you use your pass on?”
“Alexus Rackley, no question. She’s gorgeous and has the kind of confident attitude I like.”
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