by London Starr
“Say what you want, Ajoni,” he whispers and drops one foot back, then his weight on it before leaning forward to place his hands on the sink on each side of me.
He ducks his head to make his eyes level with mine. I shift my head closer to his, moving in for a kiss. He moves his head back before I can make contact with his lips.
“Say what you want, Ajoni,” he demands. “No bullshit, games, regrets, taking, or manipulating.”
I guess he heard every word that I said to him in his front yard.
“I want you, Calen,” I mutter. “Always have. Just you.” And then, I realize why I have not slept with anyone else. No one else is Calen Kingsley, and I have already found the love of my life in the most fucked up way possible, but I still found him, and no one else will do.
Your ass is sprung after only one time with him, Ajoni! You don’t need to get King out of my head; you need to get Calen out of my system.
“You may want to rethink what you want right now, Ajoni, because Calen is not available right now. King is all you get, and King fucks, not make love.”
At the moment, I do not care who I get as long as I get this body in front of me inside mine. “Okay.”
He steps back from me, narrows his eyes, and crosses his arms like he thinks I am playing him. “Take everything off,” he orders, then smiles. “But your boots.”
I frown, wondering what is so special about keeping my boots on, then remember that King is a bossy bastard that does not explain himself. I am not thrilled about being bossed around either, but decide to seize this opportunity to have him one last time and hopefully get some closure from the man that has haunted me for eight long years. I need to be able to move on for not just my sake but Anjuwan’s as well. However, my heart cannot forget anything about her father, and I ignore the breaking of it because it will not get what it wants; Calen for a lifetime.
Still, I reach for the sash of my coat, pull it apart then my coat down my arms, letting it all drop to the floor. King’s eyes track their progress until they land at my feet. I reach for the waistband of my skirt, push it down my thighs then slide my hand in between them to unsnap the ends of my body shirt with nothing underneath it. After I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on top of the pool of clothes at my feet, I step over them in King’s direction while reaching behind me to unhook my last piece of clothing, a black lace bra. It slides down my arms then lands somewhere behind me. This time, I am glad that I am not dressed like I am dirt poor with addicts for parents that owned nothing worth having materially.
“I thought you had a baby, Ajoni,” he asks while his eyes roam over the front of my body.
“I did, King,” I reply before stopping in front him. “It took just three hours to get Anjuwan in this world and I did not gain much weight. It was an easy birth and pregnancy.” If I do not count the turmoil in my mind that lessened over the years as I grew comfortable with having a baby that reminded me of her father with her every breath, and that one day he would coming looking for me and find her.
“Then where are your stretch marks?” he asks suddenly.
I snort. “My mother is a nurse, King. She knows a lot of secrets about how to keep a woman’s body from looking like pregnancy has taken its toll on it.”
He nods, then his hands shoot out like lightning, grabbing my waist before jerking me upwards off my feet. I knit my ankles together behind his back, and my fingers behind his neck. His arm slides around my back and holds me tightly to him before his mouth collides with mine. He starts to walk forward and veers to the left, avoiding tripping over the pile of my clothes in the floor while his tongue dips in and out of my mouth. I can feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my clit through his jeans, creating ripples of knife-like craving inside mine and driving me insane. I need him now, and he has on too many clothes.
“King, your clothes are still on,” I say against his lips that are still just as soft as they were the last time I kissed him.
“They’re not coming off, Ajoni.”
I snatch my mouth from his and look at him suspiciously. “Say what?”
He stops at the sink and sits me down on the edge of the countertop. “You heard me. They’re not coming off. Now shut up.”
His harshness makes me regret every advance that I just made toward him.
“See… this is why I don’t fuck with King.”
I unwrap my arms and legs from around his body and drop my palms down on the countertop then lean back, waiting for him to move away—the mood is dead.
“Are you going to shut up or not, Ajoni?” he asks dryly.
“Or not, King! Forget it. I’ve changed my mind about sleeping with you.”
“Too late for that, love,” he murmurs then dips his head, reconnecting his mouth with mine again. I do not open my lips, frustrated with King’s crabby ass. The tip of his tongue traces the slit of my lips, silently ordering me to open for him. The tunnel between my thighs spasms. Desperation to have that space filled with his pole, and only his, overwhelms me, and my mouth opens on its own accord. I guess my body is more concerned about getting what King has to offer than his attitude.
His fingers dive between my thighs still spread wide around his body. They dip inside the soaking wet entrance to mine, and begin to mimic the thrust of his tongue gliding in and out of my mouth. Both sets of my lips are filled with him; just not with the part of him that I want the most.
“King, I need you,” I moan, and do not recognize my own voice; pleading and hoarse.
“I know, sweetheart. I needed to make sure you were ready for me. You have a damn ocean down here.” His fingers vanish from within my legs and begin to tug on his belt then the button of his jeans. When he has them both open, the opened ends of them fall across my legs. His hands push down on the waistband of his gray briefs, freeing his thick erection that seems to have gotten wider and bigger right along with him, then his tongue swirls in my mouth. I close my eyes and think about what is about to happen finally. The blood flows completely from my head to the nether regions of my body. My clit starts to throb painfully, and my inner muscles clamp together too tightly then release only to do it all over again and again. The pressure that my body is applying on itself is agonizing, and something has to give.
“King—”
“Shhh baby, I got you.” Just as he speaks, his massive rod presses at the door of my body. I push downward, determined to take him inside. He groans and withdraws. I moan and squeeze my muscles around the crown of his penis sliding out of me, then he drives forward until he bottoms out, stretching my canal beyond its limits.
I start to hyperventilate as pure pleasure tinged with pain from going too long without Calen swamps me. Yeah, I know I am getting King right now, but I will be damned if I am not just as turned on, if not more.
“Are you ready?” he asks quietly.
I catch my breath and nod. He digs his hands in the bend at the top of my thighs, and grips them both tightly, holding me in place. I sense this is going to be a hard lay in every sense of the word, and I am going to take everything he has to give.
“Wrap your legs around my back, baby,” he commands in a guttural tone.
I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up before obeying him, wanting to feel his smooth skin against mine again. His head drops, connecting our mouths then his body reverses, almost completely emptying mine before his hips propel forward with the speed of a rocket. He starts to drill into me with no mercy, like he is beyond angry with me and punishing me for it.
I snatch my mouth from his, intending to complain about the pace and the small amount of pain that manifests every time his thick head makes contact with my womb, but the tiny twinge is surrounded by a massive load of pleasure and seems to be making the second time I have had sex even better than the first. I am not used to King fucking me hard, but it feels so much better than exquisite, and weirdly right as if we are having makeup sex.
He starts to assault white hot plac
es high inside of me that I had forgotten existed, and the stimulation of his pole stroking those places is mind-scrambling. Sometimes, a woman wants to be senseless, and not think about all the bad shit that has happened and is waiting to—this is the first definite benefit I have discovered about having King in my life.
I silently admit that I love it, pull his head down to connect our mouths again, and ball my fists in the collar of his shirt, literally holding on for dear life as he rockets in and out of me. The whole cabinet begins to slam into the wall. His thighs collide with the backs of mine at maximum impact. I barely feel the edge of the countertop cutting into the globes of my ass as pressure starts to build in my core, convincing me that this coldblooded quickie is going to be just as satisfying as the first time when we made love and Anjuwan.
Suddenly, King’s tongue stops tangling with mine. He stands up tall. One hand leaves my leg to push me gently back against the mirror. I let my hands slide from around his shoulder, wondering what is going to keep me tied to this earth when the pressure building in my core discharges.
His hands dig into the crook at the back of my knees and raise my legs higher on his waist, changing the angle of how he enters me without stopping his relentless pounding of my body. Now, he is driving down then up into me, punishing my g-spot with endless long and sure strokes. I begin to wonder how much more of this I can take as ripples of pleasure and pain spiral through me. As I rock my head from side to side against the mirror, trying to endure the hard lovemaking, a sleeping orgasm wakes from its coma within me and becomes a full-blown monster pressing at the center of me ruthlessly in a matter of seconds.
“Cum with me, Ajoni,” he demands hoarsely, his forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Too late,” I yell, falling over the edge as I speak.
Massive tidal waves start to break against my canal, bruising it every time they crash into my walls that fit him like a glove. I squeeze my muscles even tighter around his length and grab for a hold of the mirror senselessly—for some reason, I think this is going to stop the ripples thrashing at my body and him from moving in and out of me. I am not surprised when it does not help, and I start to feel like I am going to die from the pleasure spiraling through every nerve-ending. It will be a good death, but I want to live and be able to do this with King all over again.
Shit! I haven’t gotten Calen out of my system. I only allowed his rough side with sharp edges to enter it. So damn stupid, Ajoni.
I do not think that King is ever going to forgive me for keeping him from Anjuwan. At this point, I just need to lessen the heartache I will have when he walks away from me for the last time, so there are enough pieces left of my heart to deal with my daughter’s pain that will come if he decides to put me and her both in his rearview mirror.
“Fuck, King,” I shout, and try to scoot backwards away from him.
“Exactly, Ajoni,” he whispers coldly, giving my words an unintended double meaning before pulling me forward again to take his entire his length again.
I cannot take any more of it and the stimulation from his body without losing what is left of my mind, but my walls close around his rod anyway as if they cannot get enough. My hands reach out to push at his chest on their own. Just when I think some part of me has enough sense to stop the madness, they grab two fistfuls of his shirt instead, like they do not want him out of my reach. That works out for me though because I still need something to anchor my ass that is about to float away from this earth while he hammers my body like a battering ram.
My conflicted feelings make the climax ease off to a mild throbbing in my core, but it lasted too long and King has not stopped yet. My legs begin to shake. I drop my hands to the countertop and push backwards again, seeking relief. I find it, but only for as long as it takes King’s hands to drag me towards him again, then he stuffs me with every inch of his pole. His testicles slap the globes of my ass. I mewl like a kitten and clamp around him. He curses under his breath before hot spurts of his seed splash against my walls and fill my tunnel up quickly.
King slumps forward over me, reaches for the mirror with one hand, and braces his weight on it. I realize that we did not use a condom. I sag against the mirror with my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.
“Dammit King, you came inside me.”
“You’re not on birth control, Ajoni?” he asks breathlessly.
“No, I didn’t need it because I haven’t slept with anyone since you.”
“Is that right?” His question comes out quietly, as if I have taken him by surprise. I hear the hint of disbelief in his tone, and it pisses me off. It takes all the energy I have to open just one eye so I can glare up at him angrily.
“Are you calling me a liar?”
He smiles smugly. “Nope. You were just as tight as you was when I took your virginity.”
“All work and no play will do that to a girl,” I reply dryly, and suggest to myself to find my bed play or rather bathroom play somewhere else after today.
King will wear my body down in no time with his massive penis and hard lays, and my dumb ass will just fall deeper in love with him, but I do not want him getting what he needs from anywhere else either.
“Nothing wrong with keeping the miles off of your body, Ajoni. I did too, and I don’t have any diseases if you’re wondering… oh, and I have the paperwork to prove it.”
“Well unless I can get a disease from dreaming about your ass for eight years, I don’t have any either,” I cite sarcastically.
His smile widens. I wonder if it was a good idea to let him know that he has been at the front, center, and back of my mind for the whole time that he was gone, or that I have not slept with anyone else.
“I have to go, Ajoni,” he says suddenly, then stands up without pulling his pole out of me.
I watch him grab for a hand towel off the folded thick stack sitting in the middle of the countertop between the sinks by my hip, missing his closeness already even though we are still connected. He reaches under me and turns the water on in the sink, then submerges the towel in the spray. I sit up, forcing him to lean to the side and wring the towel out with one hand.
He glances at me, then back down at the towel squashed in his huge fist. “You should take a shower while I go find some guns and black clothes for us, but you’re staying in the car.”
What?
“I’m not sitting in a car all night, King.”
“Yes you are.”
“No the hell I’m not,” I argue with my tone growing louder with each word.
What if he or Raw needs backup or gets hurt? I have no ill feelings towards Raw—he seems to be on my side when it comes to King, and is a much needed buffer between us.
King turns the water off before standing up to his full height again with his pants hanging drunkenly on his hips. “Yes you are, Ajoni. You could already be pregnant, and I’m not risking my child’s life or yours just to clap back at some motherfuckers about shooting at you.”
“I didn’t ask you to clap back at anybody for me, King, or need you to. But what if you or Raw get hurt or need help? And you’re getting ahead of yourself. I can promise you that I’m not pregnant at this moment, and I’ll take care of that when it happens.” How I will take care of it is another matter, but not one to be concerned with right now.
He narrows his eyes. I presume that I am crossing him again. I do not care, not when it comes to keeping him safe.
“You don’t have to ask, Ajoni, and we’ll take care of that if it happens, but I didn’t know you were a registered nurse like your mother. Graphic designing comes with CPR training now?” he jokes.
Hell, I did not think he knew how to joke, and roll my eyes. “No, graphic designing doesn’t come with any kind of medical training smartass.”
“That’s what I thought, so your ass stays in the car or I’ll hogtie it to the toilet with your clothes.”
“King—” I start.
“I’m not discussing this with you
,” he cuts me off, then leans over me menacingly. “We’re not negotiating. It’s the car for you when we leave tonight, or the toilet until I get back.”
I simply stare at him—cannot do a damn thing with his brute strength if he decides to use it against me. If I keep testing him, that is probably exactly what will happen. I can always get out of the car when he is not looking though.
“Fine,” I snap, then snatch the towel from his hand before he can wash my juices off his penis—I do not want him to.
I plant both hands in his chest and push him back a step, then hop down to the floor in front of him before walking over to the Jacuzzi. I sit down on the edge of it and start a hot bath, contemplating if I should feel like one of King’s jump offs after relieving his dry spell, but I do not oddly, even though we have no relationship outside of Anjuwan.
At least, Lea didn’t get the privilege of King sticking her grimy ass, and he probably would’ve slept with her if I hadn’t shown up in Mecca when I did.
The thought of them being in the same area together for any reason makes me hot under the proverbial collar. Water turns on behind me at the sink again. I look back at King attempting to wet another towel.
“We’ll talk after I’ve done what I need to do tonight,” he utters before turning the water off and wiping off his shaft that is semi-erect and curving into his stomach. I start to feel phantom movements of it moving inside my walls that are filled with his semen. I have not gotten nearly enough of him yet, but he is already trying to leave me behind and that makes me angry.
“What the hell makes you think I want to talk to you?” I ask snidely, worried about the conversation to come.
I’m unsure of how it will go. Although I cannot live with King’s way of life, I am not positive that I can live without him again. He just completed the process of ruining me for other men that he started eight years ago, but Anjuwan and I may not survive his lifestyle. If he will not give it up for us, or at least for her, then I cannot have him in either of our lives, but it will kill me inside to make that decision.