by Foxx, Nia K.
“Are you all right, Sierra?” Giric’s baritone voice startled her, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. “Yeah, just a little tired.”
“Come to bed, lass.”
“In a minute.” Maybe she should just ask him to leave now. Why wait until tomorrow?
Sierra felt him behind her before he actually reached out to touch her. She sighed as he stroked her braided hair gently.
“Speak to me, lass, what ails ye?”
“Nothing, I’ll be out in a minute.” She just wanted him to go away, but wouldn’t say the words.
“Speak to me, lass,” He repeated turning her to face him and Sierra was lost as she looked up into his piercing eyes.
“Kiss me, Giric, even if it’s the last time,” she begged. When he would have spoken she reached between them to cradle his heavy member through the towel. She heard his swift intake of breath before his mouth fell heavily on hers. Sierra yielded to the demanding kiss with equal enthusiasm, groaning as he loosened her belt, slipping a hand inside her dangling robe. She moaned into his mouth when he palmed a firm breast, thumb twirling around its stiff nipple.
She could barely recognize the wanton she’d become in such a short time span. Without thought she tugged at the soft cloth around his waist until it dropped in a heap on the floor.
Giric’s protest quickly turned to sounds of pleasure when she dropped on her haunches in front of him, cupping his erection in one hand before swallowing his cock. She stared up at him as he braced himself against the wall, hooded eyes watching her in return. Sierra couldn’t believe how completely exciting it was to have him watching her swallow him. Her pussy practically dripped from the thrill of it. His length almost reached the back of her throat and she welcomed every inch. Her head bobbed as she slurped around his stiff member. One large hand reached down to tangle in her braids.
“Enough,” he moaned, giving the thick strands a gentle tug when her mouth sank over him one last time.
“Didn’t you like that?” she questioned innocently as she stood. Giric’s answer was to press her into the wall. Sierra licked her bottom lip expectantly.
“Ye know I did, lass.” His eyes clouded over with lust. “Mayhap I should show ye just how much.” As he spoke hands reached under her buttocks, lifting her completely off her feet and onto the counter at their side. Giric pushed her thighs wide, pulling her forward on the counter’s edge until his cock pressed firmly against her moist center.
Sierra’s heart raced at having him pressed so intimately against her. She tried to ease forward and impale herself on his length but found Giric holding her at bay.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was almost guttural.
“I want you, Giric,” she pleaded, and was rewarded with the tip of his cock sinking into her. She clenched him tightly, savoring the teasing and hoping he would give her more.
“You have me, lass. Is there something else ye be after?” To her disappointment he slid his wet tip out of her.
Sierra cried out her objection. “Please fuck me!”
“Aye, is this what ye be wanting?” He pushed his way into her with one swift thrust, burying himself balls deep inside her.
“Yes,” Sierra moaned, her nails raking the hard muscles in his shoulders.
“More.” She arched her back, presenting her breasts as an offering.
He gave a low possessive growl before sucking one dark nipple in his mouth.
Sierra’s cunt tightened around him at the overwhelming sensations. His tongue flicked over the nipple several times before he turned to pay equal respect to the other, already puckered companion. His cock continued to plunder her slick pussy and she tried her best to hold on to the sublime feeling. She knew her battle to stave off her orgasm was a losing one. Already her body was purring completely, her sheath contracting around him, her juices flowing from her.
“I’m coming,” she cried out just as the orgasm racked her body, causing her to spasm around him.
He groaned against one breast as her inner walls convulsed. He plunged deeper, harder and faster inside her as he nipped at her over-sensitized nipples. Giric’s hold on her waist tightened and Sierra knew he was close to his own release. The rapid fluttering in her heated core didn’t have a chance to subside before her second orgasm took hold, echoing throughout her entire body until she cried out her climax. Giric thrust into her one final time before emptying his seed into her pulsating body.
For several moments they remained in the same position with him kissing between her sweat-soaked breasts.
“Tell me, my love, what made you so sad?” he asked, pulling her into an erect sitting position without dislodging his thick, but sated penis. Sierra felt the spent cock jumping periodically inside of her as if it had a mind of its own.
“It’s not important.” When he looked as if he would insist, she added, “Really, I’m fine, just a little tired.”
He hesitated before nodding his understanding, and Sierra was happy that the subject was dropped. How foolish would it be for her to admit the thought of him leaving was painful? He would think her a psychopath or at the least a very pathetic and lonely woman.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed.
She giggled at that. “You don’t need to carry me, I’m not that tired.”
“But ye will be,” he promised thickly.
Chapter Five
"I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so."
-- Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Sierra stretched her stiff limbs and registered her mistake as soon as a dull ache shot through her ill-used muscles. She groaned into her pillow but couldn’t prevent the smile from spreading across her face at the cause of her discomfort. She stretched an arm tentatively across the expanse of her bed, unable to prevent the disappointment that settled over her at encountering empty space.
“What did you expect?” she mumbled into the pillow. He’d been paid to do a job, one he’d performed very well, and that was it. If she’d had the stamina, Sierra was certain he would’ve definitely gone all night. Heat began to hum in the most intimate regions of her body as she thought back to all he’d done to her yesterday. Death could surely come at any moment and find her very happy in the knowledge she’d finally scored some major ass.
She peeked around her pillow at her bedside clock which blazed the late morning hour. Even on a Saturday it wasn’t her custom to sleep so late, another indicator of how well she was serviced the night before. Sierra would bet money Vicki was probably sitting by the phone in anticipation of her call. Well, she’d just have to wait because Sierra wasn’t ready to share her memories with anyone at the moment. She sank back into the comfort of her cotton sheets, enjoying the feel against her naked skin while savoring playbacks from the night before.
She yelped, startled from her reverie by a loud crashing sound followed by several roared expletives.
“What the hell?”
He couldn’t still be here, she thought, already bounding from her bed. She spotted the discarded kilt on the floor in the same place it had been forgotten the night before and her heart soared. Hurriedly pulling a nightshirt from the dresser drawer, Sierra tugged the garment over her head as she stepped into the hall.
Why would he still be here?
“Giric?” she called out tentatively seconds before stepping into the kitchen. Any other time the sight in front of her would have been enough to have her yelling at the responsible party but not today.
A naked Giric stood glaring at the items on the counter as if he were plotting their deaths, which was pretty funny since the damaged carton of eggs, dented can of spinach and war torn package of drumsticks were no more alive than the knife that protruded from the spinach can’s aluminum center. Littered on the counter, and at Giric’s feet, were several pots and pans that once hung neatly in an overhead holder. She stared at what was left of the handy storage device dangling precariously from a
couple of sagging bolts.
“What happened in here?”
“Ach, I dinna mean to wake ye.”
“I was already up,” she dismissed.
“I only gave a wee tug to one of the metal cooking pots and this is the result.”
She eyed the food items and wondered what the rest of the story was, but couldn’t bring herself to ask, not while she was certain she would burst out into laughter at his comical exploits. Her heart warmed at the thought of him trying to surprise her with breakfast in bed but obviously his talents didn’t extend to the kitchen.
“Why don’t you go put something on while I clean this up?”
The relief on his face nearly blinded her. “Are ye certain?”
Sierra shook her head at his retreating backside after he’d stopped to give her a promising kiss. She glanced up again at the pot and pan holder.
What is he still doing here? she wondered again, unable to quell the excitement bubbling in her belly.
The phone’s shrill ring filled her living room, spilling over to the adjacent kitchen counter before she could ponder the question more.
“Hello?”
“Thank God! I was so worried,” Vicki launched without preamble.
“Worried? It’s okay. I’m actually not upset --”
“So he didn’t do anything to you?”
“Not anything I didn’t want done.” Sierra beamed.
The pregnant pause that followed left Sierra wondering if the call were disconnected.
“Are you telling me you slept with him?” Vicki screeched. Sierra pulled the phone away from her ear, cringing at the sound. She didn’t think a human could possibly make such a high-pitched noise.
“I wouldn’t quite call what we did sleeping, although it did come eventually,” she finally answered when the harsh noise coming from the other end of the phone stopped. “That is what you hired him for, to show your tight-assed friend how to loosen up?”
“Yes, but that’s just it, I didn’t hire him. You had sex with the wrong guy.”
Seconds ticked by while Sierra digested what was being said. When she opened her mouth to speak nothing came out.
“I got a call not ten minutes ago explaining the person I hired couldn’t make it because he was home sick with the flu or something.”
“Well, if he’s not…” she finally managed before trailing off. The reality of the situation washed over her like a frigid Oregon rain. “Who the hell is that in my bedroom?” Sierra hissed in a whisper.
“Your bedroom? You mean he’s there with you now?”
“Yes.” She threw a cautious look at the hall, half expecting to see Giric, or whoever the hell he was, wielding the treacherous looking sword he had brought with him. No doubt to hack her up into little pieces when he was done having his fun. She took some comfort in seeing it still propped against the wall. Perhaps she could use it to her advantage. It looked heavy but maybe it was just a façade.
“Get out now. I’m calling the police on my other phone.”
“I’m in a night shirt.”
“Well, if you don’t want to be a dead black girl in a night shirt, I suggest you hightail your ass out of there right now! I’ll be there soon, too.”
Sierra barely registered her friend’s last statement as she clicked the phone off, padding on tip toes through her living room and down the short hall which led to her front door. She sighed in relief as she passed the longer hall leading to her bedroom and found it empty. Quickly, quietly, she unlatched the dead bolt on her door, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as the lock clicked loudly. The knob felt cold underneath her heated hand as it easily turned. She swallowed her triumph when the door was pushed from her grasp.
“What are you doing, Sierra?”
Damn, she muttered silently. He’d been nonviolent up until now, so she’d have to be careful not to set him off. What were her options?
“Oh, I was… uh… just going to check the mail,” she answered lamely without turning. “The woman comes early on Saturdays.”
“Is this mail important enough for you to present yourself in your current state of undress to strangers?”
“My what?” She looked down at the nightgown, which barely cleared the tops of her thighs.
“I dunna wish any others to see my woman attired this way.” His voice was thick and she felt him move in closely behind her. “Despite your women’s liberation, I willna share my consort.” She could feel the heat of his breath against her ear.
Consort. She vaguely remembered him using the word before. Now she felt like it held some greater significance she should understand.
“I guess you’re right. The mail can wait, but I’m famished.” She turned slowly, pinning a smile on her face. If she thought her little announcement would have him clearing space for her to pass she was sadly mistaken. Instead she pressed her backside firmly against the door to gain some semblance of personal space.
She was glad he’d put his kilt back on. When the police arrived they wouldn’t be hauling out some naked guy for all her neighbors to see.
“I’m sure you must be hungry too,” she added when it looked as if he wouldn’t budge. She made the mistake of staring up into eyes that looked blue gray this morning.
“I hunger for a number of things. Would you like to hear how they rank in importance?”
“No,” she blurted too quickly. “I mean, after last night I doubt if I’d be of much use to you without nourishment.” She just needed to buy herself some time. Vicki would have certainly called the police by now and be en route herself. She would have to keep the crazy man busy until help arrived. She tensed as the pad of one thumb traced her bottom lip. Giric must have noticed the nearly imperceptible clinching of muscle because his brows bunched together in a deep frown. Without a word he stepped aside, allowing her room to pass.
In the kitchen, Sierra picked up the remaining pans and went about rewrapping the frozen chicken. She was very aware of Giric observing her every movement as if searching her body language.
Talk to him. You can’t let him get freaked out, she reminded herself as she pulled out a pack of turkey bacon and bread.
“What exactly is a consort?” She tried to sound conversational as she went about mixing eggs and seasoning in a bowl. Normally she would have chopped up vegetables and other items for an omelet, but he didn’t know that.
“A wife,” he stated simply.
“Wife?” She swallowed hard and added cooking spray to a pan before putting the bacon on a low heat. Any minute the police should be banging on her door.
“Yes.” He leaned against one counter, effectively blocking her exit with his long legs.
She laughed nervously, “Doesn’t that usually call for some kind of ceremony?”
“Usually, but ours is not a normal circumstance. It is not important since you uttered the words calling me forth, but if you need to have a ceremony before clergy I am not opposed to it.”
Okay, maybe this wasn’t the right direction to be going with him.
“And what words do you think I ‘uttered’ to call you forth?” she found herself asking. Where the hell were the friggin’ cops?
“The words created by Divinity to help consorts find one another. You recited them from the black book, did you not?”
“No,” she denied immediately, taking a step back.
“Nay? Ye deny calling me from The Void?” He stood to his full height, looking intimidating as hell and very perturbed.
“That is to say, yes, I read from the book, but in no way did it conjure you up. And there is no way in hell I’m married to you.”
“Aye, lass, ye are my consort which verra much makes ye my wife.” His accent seemed to thicken with each word he spoke.
“You and I both know that isn’t how it’s done,” she tried to rationalize.
“I thought it too good to be true when ye accepted me so easily,” he seemed to say to himself. “Tell me, Sierra, who did ye believe me to be when
ye took me to your bed yestereve?”
Yestereve?
“I thought you were… I mean, I assumed my friend Vicki hired you.” His brows furrowed further until the two blended.
“You know, to have sex…” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence.
“Ye thought I be a whore?” he bellowed to her chagrin.