“I forgot my manners for a moment,” I admitted and took a slow sip of coffee. The hot liquid burned my tongue and throat, but I continued taking small sips. I needed a reason to not talk.
“How does it taste?”
“Tastes great,” I smiled. Truth be told, it was too hot, and my taste buds couldn’t register the taste.
“You are a horrible liar, Eli,” Naira busted out laughing.
CHAPTER SIX
Naira
Catching Eli trying to sneak out and off of his game had me chuckling as I blew on my coffee. It was still pretty hot, but I needed to drink it soon. It had been a late night and then I’d had trouble sleeping. My thoughts kept pulling up images of Eli and what he’d look like naked.
“You know…” I started and then stopped myself.
“What?” Eli looked up from the hot coffee which had been more interesting to him than me after I busted him for lying.
Guilt filled me as I sat my cup down on the table and rose to walk around to Eli. He looked up at me in confusion. For a man who looked so rough around the edges, he really was too cute.
Taking his mug from his hand I settled it down on the table while reaching for his hand. Once we were both free of the hot liquid, I tugged at his hand. He turned toward me but didn’t rise.
So, with a sigh, I looked down at him.
“Eli… I’m trying to seduce you,” I whispered and leaned in to kiss his lips.
His strong hands immediately went to my waist and our movements caused his fingers to slip under my shirt. A moan slipped from my lips at the roughness of his grip. He had a working man’s hands and they were a huge turn on for me. I had never had someone like him before, so it was shocking to me.
“Naira,” Eli rasped, and I shivered in his grip.
Leaning further into his arms, I ran my tongue along his mouth in search of an opening. I was desperate for a taste of the man. And when I wanted something this much, nothing could stop me.
“Naira… we shouldn’t,” he gasped.
“Why not?” I asked as I leaned back enough to see his face clearly. “I want you… don’t you want me?”
“Of course, I do but –”
“No buts. Just follow me to my bedroom and allow both of us to get what we want.”
“Naira,” Eli groaned. “Isn’t this a conflict of interest.”
“Nope,” I grinned at him.
“I’m pretty sure it is,” Eli insisted, and I sighed.
“Do you promise not to run for the hills if I tell you something?” I asked and looked at him wearily. Fear that he’d run the moment he thought he was free screaming at me to keep my mouth shut.
“I’ll remain here,” he replied with a bit of a reluctance.
“I’m no longer your lawyer. You –”
“What? Why not? Did I do something – I shouldn’t have come over last night, should I?” His hands slipped from my waist and I quickly grabbed them and put them back.
“Eli!” I snapped and he stared at me. “I’m not your lawyer because your case is over. I got you cleared of all charges.”
“What?” He looked down and then up at my face. “Really?”
“Yep. I’m that good. So, take me to bed and show me your appreciation,” I sassed sultrily with a wink thrown in for good measure.
“Cleared… Oh… Alright,” Eli grinned wickedly as he surged to his feet and picked me up in his arms by grabbing my ass with one hand and wrapping his other arm around my back so his hand could hold my head.
Everything happened so quickly that I gasped in shock and he took the advantage and kissed me greedily. I was hit by the flavor of his coffee with a touch of vanilla and a whole lot of him as we dived in further into the kiss.
“Eli,” I gasped when he finally broke the kiss and left me panting for oxygen.
He smirked at me and pressed a kiss to my nose.
“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked huskily – obviously not as collected as he was trying to portray.
“That way…” I motioned behind me and began to nibble down his neck.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he stumbled from the kitchen.
“Hallway,” I panted against his skin with a giggle at his uncoordinated walk. “You can put me down, if you want.”
“Nope… which door?” Eli husked into my ear.
“Second on the right… I think,” I giggled and sucked harder on his neck.
Something about this man flipped all of my switches. I felt giddy and beautiful for the first time in a long time. My bedroom door banged against the door stop as he pushed through it and tripped over something on his way to the bed.
“We need–”
“Bedside table drawer,” I interrupted and pulled my t-shirt off over my head.
Eli froze and stared at my breasts in appreciation. I giggled at his raptured look.
“You’ve seen them before,” I chuckled.
“Not when I was allowed to look,” he muttered as he leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
I gasped as he tugged and sucked at the hardened flesh. My sleep pants were becoming soaked by my arousal and I squirmed with the need to get them off.
“We need to get naked,” I demanded as I reached for Eli’s shirt.
However, before I could reach it, he picked me up and tossed me onto my bed. I bounced in the middle, but he was immediately right there and pulling my pants from my body.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned as he tossed the pajama pants over his shoulder. “Bare. Fucking bare,” he moaned as he dropped down onto the mattress with his face over my pussy.
Squirming on the bed, I began to feel uncomfortable when he didn’t move for what felt like forever.
“Eli?” My voice must have woken him from his daze because a grin curved up his lips as he used his hand to spread my legs wide. Then, he slowly lowered his head to lick from one end to the other.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped and arched upward to force him closer. I slammed my arms against the bed as I struggled with the sensations flowing through me as he began to ravenously explore my center.
My hand began to reach for him, but I quickly snatched it back and reached above my head. Eli was a master at eating pussy, and I didn’t want to do anything to distract him from his feast.
His fingers drew my attention as they stroked along my thigh seductively. My mind became focused on one thought… I wanted him inside of me.
“Eli…” I gasped as he slid a finger into my sheath. My muscles automatically clamped down and I whimpered because it wasn’t enough.
One thing any man learned about me, I wasn’t patient, and I was a very greedy lover. I wanted it all and I wanted it now.
Eli pressed his tongue down on my clit and I bucked up against his face. This time when my hand moved down, I allowed it to clutch at his head.
“Damn it,” I cursed. “You need to grow some fucking hair,” I demanded as I pushed his face further into my pussy.
Eli chuckled and picked up the speed of his finger as he added a second. When he curled them, they hit the bundle of nerves inside of me and I bowed against him.
“Fuck,” I screamed. “More!”
Adding a third finger, he was moving them faster, yet I was still unsatisfied. With a growl I pushed him away.
“I want your cock, Eli.” He was sitting on his heels with a cocky grin on his face. “Condom… now!” I demanded as I waved my hand at the drawer.
“Yes, ma’am,” Eli smirked as he moved to the side of the bed.
When he stopped moving, I was about ready to tackle him and take care of business myself, but then Eli pulled his shirt off and began unbuckling his belt. As I looked at the tan expanse of his muscular back, I felt as if I swallowed my tongue.
“Holy hell,” I groaned.
“You have a bit of a potty mouth when you’re turned on, don’t you?” Eli’s tone was full of humor as he rose and shoved his jeans to the floor.
Either he didn’t wear underw
ear, or he hooked them with his jeans because when he bent over to pull his feet free, I was presented with the best ass I’d ever seen.
“One day, I’m going to fucking bite that ass of yours but for now it’s safe,” I grumbled as he pulled open the drawer and found the box of condoms.
Eli froze and looked at the box. His frown had a bad feeling creeping up my spine.
“What’s wrong?” I asked reluctantly.
“I can’t wear these,” he moaned.
“Why not?” All sorts of concerns flew into my mind, like was he allergic to something in this particular brand.
“They’re too fucking small,” he snapped and threw them at the wall. “I can’t fucking believe this. The one time I don’t have a fucking condom and there’s an entire box of size teeny tiny.”
“Uh… what?” I looked at the box which had belonged to my ex-boyfriend.
“There are different sizes. You need them to fit right or you take a chance of them tearing,” Eli’s voice was rough with restraint.
“Those were my ex’s,” I explained. “I never had to buy any.”
My cheeks heated and I dropped my head back on the bed. “No wonder he couldn’t make me orgasm during sex,” I muttered.
Eli leaned over and snatched up his jeans.
“Where you going?” My voice went shrill with concern and a whole lot of embarrassment.
“To buy some fucking condoms. There is no way I’m not getting into that greedy fucking pussy.” With those words Eli snatched up his shirt and stormed from my bedroom. A few moments later I heard him grumble something as he slammed the door behind him.
“Fuck!” I screamed into the empty room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eli
“Keep the change,” I yelled over my shoulder and bolted out of the convenient store after the cashier rang up the condoms, put them in a bag, and I handed her a twenty. It was at that moment, I realized how desperate I seemed. Hopefully, Naira didn’t see me like that, too.
I wasn’t to blame completely. She had made the first move. I had wanted to make a move, but her being my lawyer and the thought of what Sister Mary Agnes would do, if she found out I wasn’t a gentleman with Naira, had me holding off.
Now, I was jogging back to her apartment. I came to a halt, when I saw Ethel and Sophia standing in front of the stairs to Naira’s building.
“Of course, they’re outside,” I groaned to myself.
“Well, hello, handsome,” Ethel smiled. Sophia turned to see who Ethel was looking at. When Sophia’s eyes met mine, she smiled sweetly.
“Hello indeed.”
Did Sister Mary Agnes act this way in public? Her and I were going to have a long discussion about creeping out younger men.
“How are you, ladies, doing today?” I asked, walking up to where they were standing.
“We are just fine, honey. How are you?” Ethel asked, patting my bicep. “Oh, my.” She squeezed my arm. “He’s muscular just as we thought, Sophia.”
Sophia squeezed my other arm. She made a sexual moan that made me want to gag. Nothing against older women, but they weren’t my thing.
“Hate to bolt on you ladies, but Naira is sick and I’m bringing her some medicine,” I lied.
“You are just the sweetest,” Ethel said, lowering her hand from my arm.
“He really is,” Sophia agreed. She gave one more squeeze of my arm and then let go. “You run along and take care of our Naira.”
“I hope you both have a great day,” I smiled and bounded up the steps. The door was nearly closed behind me, when I heard the disturbing words, I wouldn’t mind his thermometer.
A chill ran down my spine and I ran for my life. In the stairwell, I took the steps two at a time. Soon, I was in front of Naira’s door. I went to knock, but the door opened. Naira grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Her quick moves caught me by surprise.
“My mother is on her way here,” she whispered. I couldn’t help the low groan that came out my mouth.
If only Naira’s ex hadn’t had a pencil dick, none of this would have happened. I would have already fucked her into oblivion and back.
“Maybe we can meet up some other time?” I asked, trying not to sound creepy.
“You aren’t leaving,” she shook her head and tied the robe belt tighter around her. I liked her better naked. “She’s only stopping by to drop off a dish. She shouldn’t be more than five minutes because my dad will be in the car waiting for her. You can hide until she’s gone.”
The fact she wanted me to hide from her mother made me laugh. It reminded me of my teen years of sneaking in and out of girls’ windows and hiding from parents. Now, I was grown and still had to hide from parents.
“Are you sure? I can just come–” Naira shut me up by kissing me greedily.
Fuck this woman was just perfect.
My hands wandered under her robe. I grabbed her ass hard and she moaned into my mouth. I nipped her bottom lip.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I moaned.
“I need your cock,” she replied with a moan.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
We both groaned and pulled away from each other. Naira said something that sounded like Korean or Japanese. An older woman replied in the same language from the other side of the door. Naira grabbed my hand and led me to her room.
“It’ll only take a few minutes. Okay?” She whispered looking at me with hopeful eyes. I guess she was afraid I’d climb out the fire escape.
“I’ll be here waiting,” I whispered. She smiled and began to walk out of the room. I pushed her gently against the wall and dropped to my knees. I pulled her robe apart, spread her legs and licked her pussy a few times. “But hurry,” I said looking up and grinning.
“That’s so not fair,” she pouted. I stood and traced my finger between her legs. She trembled and bit her bottom lip. “Tease.”
“Teasing would be, if I didn’t plan on bending you over and fucking you senseless.”
“Fuck,” she growled softly. “Five minutes. Give me five minutes to get rid of her.” Her look of desperation made me chuckle. She was a woman who knew what she wanted.
She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. I had a feeling her mother may sense my presence, sort of like a mother’s Spidey sense, so I moved into Naira’s closet. There were tons of shoes, purses, and clothes, but I managed to squeeze in without stepping on anything. I quietly closed the door.
I heard the front door open. Naira greeted her mother in the foreign language. The front door closed, and I heard them walk towards the kitchen. They talked back and forth; in the language I wish I knew. Not that eavesdropping was my thing, but hell, I was in a closet with nothing else to do.
Could play a game of solitaire or something to pass the time. I had a feeling five minutes was going to turn into an hour. I dug in my pocket for my phone and groaned when I didn’t find it.
Fuck, I cursed, when I realized it was on the kitchen table with my coffee cup. Have fun explaining that to your mother, I chuckled to myself.
This day was turning more and more interesting. I wasn’t sure if it was a test of my patience or if Sister Mary Agnes had made a prayer request for me to not sleep with Naira. Either way, it was torture.
Minutes ticked by and so did the conversation between Naira and her mother. I moved her shoes quietly and sat down on the floor. Not how I imagined spending my Sunday.
Time continued to go by slowly. I had counted Naira’s shoes. She had ten pairs of heels, three pairs of sneakers, and six pairs of athletic sandals. Next was going to be her purses if she didn’t hurry up. I was bored out of my fucking mind.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Someone was at the front door. I groaned internally. Naira’s house was turning into Grand Central Station. Footsteps sounded across the living room floor, and the front door opened. Naira greeted someone in the foreign language. This time an older man replied to her in the same language.
Seri
ously?
I could only assume the guy was Naira’s dad, and like me, he was tired of waiting. Only difference was his legs and ass probably weren’t numb like mine were. If I was lucky, he’d get his wife out of the apartment and be on their merry way.
When I heard the TV turn on, I damn near cried. This was going to be a very long fucking day.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Naira
Closing the door and engaging all of the locks, I dropped my head against the door. I never thought my parents would leave. Not once in my life had my mother said she would drop something off and then remained so long that my father felt the need to come up and turn on my TV. He watched fucking TV while I stood in the kitchen wearing only a robe and listening to my mother go on about my cousins and how they were all either married or getting married. Then she started in on the ones who had children.
Thunking my head on the door I groaned. Sometimes I hated being from a large extended family who were close.
Talk of marriage and kids had seriously cooled my libido. Another groan left my mouth as I lifted my head and turned to go face Eli. The man was sex walking and I still wanted him, but the mood had been destroyed by my parents unexpected visit.
When I entered my room, it was empty.
“Eli,” I called out as I approached my window. The lock was still engaged, so he couldn’t have gone out that way. I knew he hadn’t come out of the room. My eyes had been glued to my hallway the entire time my mom had droned on.
“Where the fuck are you, Eli?”
A thump sounded from my closet. He wouldn’t have gone in there? Would he?
Sliding open the door slowly, a leg flopped out of the door. A giggle burst from my lips and I quickly covered my mouth with a hand to quiet myself. Lowering my head, I peered into the dark closet. Eli was wedged inside on the floor. His head was using my gym bag as a pillow and I laughed at the sight of him cuddling a boot like it was a teddy bear.
He looked so peaceful and cute in his little hidey-hole.
It was impossible to hold back the laughter and I let it explode from me as I walked backward and collapsed on the foot of my bed.
Eli jerked awake and looked around groggily for a moment. His mouth dropped open like he was going to say something but the only thing that escaped was a groan as he struggled to extricate himself from my closet. Once he crawled free, he jumped to his feet and raced into the hallway.
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