FEVERISH UnbRoken

by Vasser, LaShawn

  Imani grabbed a fistful of his hair as she held him with one hand by the back of his head. She used her other hand to hold to his waist to keep herself steady on her feet.

  Garrett’s breathing was heavy . . . labored. He whispered into her ear, “I don’t think this friend thing is going to work.” Plunging a finger deep into her pussy, her body welcomed him by clenching all around it.

  Her moans were getting a louder. It wasn’t enough. Imani needed more. Her body called out to him. Instinctively, he understood exactly what she needed. Garrett added a second digit as he continued to thrust it in and out of her opening.

  Garrett wanted Imani Jones. His breath was thick . . . arduous. He’d been in a constant state of semi-hardness from the moment they’d met. But, tonight, the pain of wanting her was too much. By the end of the night, he would have her and more than once.

  “Uh . . . Imani?” Malika called out from the hallway.

  She’d completely forgotten her friends were in the living room. Garrett showed her no mercy and didn’t stop. He continued to make love to her with his hands. Her voice came out a little too breathy. “Yesssssssss.” Imani was surprised she was able to make a sound.

  “It’s getting late. Joe and I are just gonna go. We’ll lock up. Call me tomorrow?” It was as if she were waiting for a response. Imani was in a state of ecstasy and could only nod especially when Garrett thrust a third finger into her needy body.

  The next sound Garrett and Imani heard was the door closing.

  Imani was so close. The pulsing around his fingers sped up. Garrett curved his finger at just the right angle to hit her g-spot. Not once, but again, and again until finally, Imani went up on her tippy-toes shattering into a million pieces squealing like a banshee in the process.

  Her juices covered his entire hand. Garrett pulled his fingers out and started to fumble with the button on his slacks. Imani helped by pulling his cock out of his pants exposing him to her. Garrett wrapped the hand that had been coated with her juices around it. He stroked himself back and forth joining his pre-cum with hers.

  Imani knew Garrett wouldn’t disappoint, but he was incredibly large. The bulbous head of his cock had a drop of his essence on the tip that she was dying to taste. She dropped to her knees and took him deep into the hot cavern of her mouth.

  He growled. It wasn’t really a growl more like a roar. Garrett dug his fingers into Imani’s scalp.

  She took as much of him as she could, flattening her tongue allowing him to go deeper, thrusting until he hit the back of her throat. Imani rolled her tongue around his opening as she continued to suck him into madness. Garrett sped up the pace fucking her mouth the same way he would her pussy in just a few minutes.

  Imani tasted the first spurt of cum. She firmly squeezed his shaft has her head bobbed back and forth. Garrett attempted to pull out of her at the moment he felt the full onslaught of his release. Imani wouldn’t let him. She swallowed every single drop of his eruption as it slid down the back of her throat.

  His own legs were a little unsteady. He’d experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. Garrett helped Imani up from her knees. His lips crashed down upon hers. This kiss was as passionate as the first.

  Garrett brought her knee up to his waist, then the other until Imani had no choice but to wrap her long legs around him. Her moist heat was lined up perfectly with his silken steel.

  “We’re not going to make it to the bedroom.”

  “I don’t care where you take me. I just want to feel you inside me.” Imani reached in-between them and stroked him. He was already good and hard.

  She stared into his eyes. “The very first time I saw you, I’ve wanted this.” Imani held his thickness in her hand and squeezed firmly.

  Garrett sucked in a breath.

  Imani guided him into her body.

  He thrust deep into her.

  She held on for the ride.

  Garrett bit her shoulder as he pounded into her over and over again. He couldn’t believe how good Imani felt—like she was made just for him, gripping him like a glove. The pleasure was too good, too intense that Garrett continued to drill into her like a machine. He no longer had control, his body did.

  Imani began to feel the clenching of her walls squeezing tightly around him just as he found her spot again. She wasn’t sure she would survive an orgasm more intense than the first one.

  Garrett ground out. “Cum for me, baby.”

  Within seconds Imani was seeing stars behind the darkness of her eyelids. She called his name over and over.

  Moments later, he experienced his own form of pure bliss as he filled her with his hot seed.

  *****

  They finally made it to the bed. Imani lay in Garrett’s arms basking in the afterglow of their third round of lovemaking.

  She ran her fingers across his naked chest and spoke into the darkness of the room. “This will be the first time I’ll sleep like a baby since that night on the porch.”

  He grinned. “Me too. I haven’t been able to stop wanting or thinking about you. I’ve heard of this thing called feverish unbroken, but I never thought it was real—until now.”

  That made Imani smile. “Good.” She raised up and looked into his eyes. “I don’t want you ever to stop thinking of me.”

  Garrett kissed her again, this time softly on the lips. After some time, he pulled back. “I wish I could stay here with you all night, but I’ve got to go.”

  Imani moaned into another kiss. She didn’t want to let him go, but she understood.

  He chuckled. “You’re a moaner. A loud moaner.”

  “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

  Garrett released a sigh. “Me too. But, it’s getting late, and I’ve got to put Garrett Jr. to bed.”

  Imani hesitated. “Things between us are moving pretty fast, but, I’d love to meet him, your son.”

  There were so many warning bells going off in his head. Still, Garrett went with his gut. “Imani, my son is everything to me. I need you to be really sure about us, and what it means to be with me before you make that decision. I’m a full-time father before I’m anything else. If we do this, I mean really do this, you need to think about that. What’s more, if we go next level, are you ready to be a mother because that’s what you’d have to become.” Garrett held his breath hoping and waiting for the right answer.

  She pressed her hand against his cheek. “I don’t know if it’s possible after just a couple of weeks, but I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Garrett Jr. is a part of you. I want to explore whatever it is we’re doing. So, whenever you think the time is right, I’d love for him to get to know me.”

  Garrett could exhale. “I’d like that.” His brain said don’t do it. He didn’t listen. “Maybe we can set something up for this weekend.”

  “Really?”

  He nodded. Garrett kissed Imani for a long time not wanting to let her go. He was tempted to ask her to pack a bag and come home with him. Not yet, but soon. After the kiss had ended, he got out of bed and started to get dressed.

  Imani wrapped herself in a sheet and watched him in all his naked glory. The man had her shivering all over. She did her best to ignore it.

  “Can you come by the office tomorrow?”

  Imani was putty in his hands. She’d do anything he’d ask right about now. Gazing dreamily at him, she responded. “Sure. Why?”

  “I promised you a job.”

  His response threw cold water all over her. “Garrett, I don’t want to . . .”

  He cut her off as he finished putting on his clothes. “We’re not going to argue about it. I need the best interior designer in the Chicagoland area. That’s you. Come by tomorrow around noon. We’ll discuss everything over lunch.”

  Imani got out of bed and pulled on her robe. She walked him out of the bedroom to the front door. “I’ll come by, but only if it’s a real business meeting.”

  “What else would it be?”

  “Okay, the
n, instead of a lunch meeting, we can meet at one o'clock?”

  His eyes furrowed together. “You do know people have lunch meetings all the time?”

  “Yes. But, usually, not after sleeping with the client the night before. I need you to take me seriously, Garrett. This is my dream.”

  He understood. “I get it. I’ll have my assistant call to confirm just to make sure there’s nothing on my calendar.”

  Imani wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you.” She kissed him softly on the lips.

  Garrett didn’t want to let her go. “You taste so good. I don’t want to leave.”

  “I don’t want you to, but I understand.”

  “I’ll call you from the car.”

  Imani nodded.

  Garrett kissed her one last time before walking out of the door.

  Chapter 15

  It seemed as if it was only yesterday that Garrett had thrown Shannon Hadley out of his office. He had to give it to her; she worked fast because her divorce lawyers had already sent over an amendment to her demands by late this morning.

  She was going to try to do everything in her power to make the divorce more difficult by trying to contest the prenuptial agreement. She’d even gone so far as to use their son against him—demanding full custody.

  Garrett was going to see to it that Shannon never laid eyes on the boy ever again. He didn’t need her brand of crazy.

  Lately, the only bright spot in Garrett’s life had been his son and Imani.

  Imani had flown back into town yesterday, and they’d spent the evening together, mostly in bed. The thought brought a smile to his face.

  Garrett had lofty ideas about courting her, but the moment he started getting ready for their date, he had a feeling it would spiral out of control. It did, and he wasn’t sorry about it. Being with her was incredible not just physically, but it gave him a sense of something he’d never experienced—peace.

  Today, Imani was going to meet him at his office for a business lunch. Garrett checked his watch every fifteen minutes waiting for one o’clock to arrive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited about anything. After yesterday, there was no way he could claim they were just friends. He wouldn’t even try to put the genie back in the bottle. He might try for an afternoon quickie.

  His assistant rang him at exactly one o’clock. “Yes?”

  “Ms. Imani Jones is here to see you.”

  “Please send her in.”

  A moment later, the door opened, and Imani appeared like an angel. Even all business, she was a vision wearing a black form fitting dress that hugged every delectable curve. Her dark hair was bone straight, and she’d even done her makeup.

  Garrett already thought those almond shaped eyes and full lips were the sexiest he’d ever seen and tasted, but this Imani left him speechless. She was beautiful without any make-up, but like this, she was simply drop dead gorgeous. “Wow.”

  Imani smiled just a bit as she glided into his office, hoping for just the reaction she’d received. She’d spent all morning getting ready. Her plan was to be all business, but the heat in his eyes made her forget all about that.

  She cleared her throat. “Garrett.”

  He stood drinking in the sight of her. “Wow.”

  “You already said that.”

  Silently, he began to walk closer. He touched her cheek then whispered, “You’re beautiful.”

  Imani blushed. “Thank you.”

  Before she knew it, Garrett lowered his head and pulled her in for a kiss. Imani returned it with all the passion she felt for him. Garrett deepened the kiss, and Imani held on tight as she melted into his arms. Somehow, she managed to hold onto her digital portfolio without it falling to the ground.

  She could feel his cock harden.

  Imani moaned.

  Garrett suppressed a growl.

  Her body was starting to overheat. Gently, she pushed him away before things got too out of control. Imani was there to discuss business. Although she hoped later on that evening, they would pick up where they left off last night.

  Slowly, she pulled back. “Mr. Hadley, do you greet all of your potential business associates this way?”

  His voice was husky. “Only the beautiful ones named Imani Jones.”

  She stepped out of his embrace and walked around him to the set of chairs in front of his desk. “Is it okay if I take a seat?”

  If she wanted to play this game, Garrett would play along. “Please do.”

  Imani sat. She had to press her thighs together to get her body under control. Garrett was fully aroused and didn’t try to hide it as he leaned back against his desk.

  “Garrett? Are you really going to stand in front of me with a hard-on?”

  He crossed his arms. “Yes. It’s your fault you came in here looking like a sex goddess. I’m doing my best to keep from bending you over my desk.”

  Imani turned serious. “I’ll admit, I wanted to look special for you, but I also want you to take me seriously about this job. Underneath the makeup and the clothes, I’m still the same girl who likes to put on a pair of kicks and sweats.”

  “Yeah, but now I know what you look like underneath your clothes. Makes it hard to think.”

  Imani didn’t laugh. She was serious and wanted him to be too.

  Garrett exhaled dropped his arms and took a seat next to her. “Okay, okay. Show me what you’ve got.”

  Imani’s smile stretched across her entire face. She tapped on her pad and spent the better part of an hour going over her portfolio.

  Garrett was more than impressed. Mr. Jones had been right in his praise of his daughter.

  Imani couldn’t read Garrett’s expression. She didn’t know if he liked what he saw or not. “If you’d like, I can draw up some virtual ideas for this floor, and we can go over them at another meeting. That way, you can decide if you want to hire me.”

  “We don’t need a meeting for that. Just let me know what you need to get started.”

  “Seriously?” Imani was ready to jump out of her skin with excitement. “You’re not just hiring me because . . . well, you know.”

  Garrett reached for Imani and pulled her onto his lap. He took her digital pad and tossed onto the chair she’d just vacated. “Our relationship got you through the door. Your talent landed you this job. I won’t lie. My only concern is that this will be a big project. Mind you, we’re on the seventeenth, which is the headquarters for my company and would be considered the ground floor. However, there are stores beneath us, but there are also seventy-three floors above us. You’ll need to outfit each lobby. Do you think you can handle it?”

  “I’ll need to hire some extra hands, but yes. I can do it.”

  Garrett had already refocused his attention to her lips. “Mmm . . . okay.” They were moving, and he hadn’t heard a word she said. All he could think about was how those lips would feel on him.

  His eyes turned dark.

  Imani whispered, “Garrett, Garrett? Are you listening?”

  “No.” He covered her mouth with his. He stood and carried her over to the sofa. “This black dress is distracting. Take it off.”

  Imani stood up on her knees and doing her best vixen impression. She slid the fabric off one shoulder and then the other revealing a smooth expanse of skin.

  Garrett licked his lips in anticipation. It was less than twenty-four hours ago that he’d made love to her. It wasn’t enough. Watching her strip made his own body go from a semi-state of erection to ball-busting hard.

  Imani continued to push the dress down as far as it would go, considering she was still on her knees. “I think you should finish removing it.”

  That lazy smile that drove Imani crazy appeared. “Taking your clothes off is quickly becoming my favorite thing to do.” In two steps, Garrett was close. He pulled Imani towards him by her neck and kissed her.

  She pressed her body into his and leaned back taking him down onto the sofa with her.

 
Garrett finished pushing her dress, along with her thong, down to her ankles and off, tossing it somewhere in his office. His roughened hands slid back up her legs to the soft skin behind her knees, prodding her legs apart. It didn’t take much.

  Imani looked down as he took her sex into his mouth sucking and licking her slick folds. It wasn’t a moan exactly or a squeal but a combination of the two that escaped from her. Garrett’s hot tongue sliced her open before thrusting inside.

  Her fingers dug into his scalp as he eagerly ate his fill, lighting her entire body on fire. Imani’s head thrashed from side to side as he expertly drove her over the top. She felt his teeth rub up against her flesh, and her body almost exploded. Imani brought her knees up to his head, and Garrett grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her legs over his shoulders. The heels of her shoes dug into his back.

  He continued to devour her as his pace quickened.

  “Yes! God, yes, Garrett!” Imani’s internal muscles pulsed around his tongue. She was dripping wet. A sheen of sweat formed across her brow as she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

  Imani begged. “Please. Pleeeesse . . . I need you now.” She arched her back. A full-on explosion was just out of reach.

  He moaned into her as he continued to drive her crazy. “What? Tell me what do you need?”

  She spoke a barely-there gasp. “You. Inside me.”

  Garrett knew she was close to the edge. He didn’t want her to cum on his tongue. He wanted to experience the fireworks together. Panting, Garrett pulled away, face wet with her juices and climbed up her body. He lay between those soft thighs, placed the head of his penis at her opening, and plunged into her. Imani’s body clenched around him.

  She screamed. He moaned.

  Garrett rocked back and forth inside her. He growled. “You feel so fuckin’ good. You’re so tight.”

  He sent pleasure throughout Imani’s entire body as he pumped into her faster and harder. He filled and stretched her to her limits as he rocketed in and out. Her toes curled inside her shoes. Garrett pulled out and quickly flipped Imani over onto her knees so that she was on all fours. Within seconds he was driving deeper into her than before.