She pulls away, and I try to follow her, and take her mouth back, but she places her fingers on my lips. “I just kissed you before our first date. I don’t do that.”
“I’ll never tell,” I say, feeling special.
Not used, like I have with other girls who kissed me and got nothing but bragging rights. Special, because she just gave me something of herself. She trusts me, and I won’t break that trust.
“You’re making me think about doing lots of things I don’t do.”
“I’m not having sex with you tonight, if that’s what you mean.”
“Not tonight.”
“Glad we’re in agreement,” I tell her, kissing her lips again.
“Would you really have said no to me, if that’s what I wanted?”
I hear a trace of hurt in her voice, and realize she thinks I don’t want her. I want more with her, but she knows my reputation, and she knows about me letting Val suck me off at a party. So, I doubt she was expecting me to say what I did.
I take her hand, placing it over my erection, which is straining against my zipper. My dick’s definitely not on board with waiting, but he doesn’t get a vote tonight. She jerks back, like she’s been burned, her eyes wide.
“Don’t ever think I don’t want you. I always want you. Always.”
“I’m not a virgin.”
“Good, because I’m not going to be gentle every time.”
“You say those things, knowing I’m going to have to use a poor substitute for what I just felt once I get back upstairs.”
“No, I say them because they’re true. It’s killing me to know you’re using that substitute, but I want you to know you matter to me for more than a fuck. I’m new to this, and maybe I’m not doing it right, but that’s what I want.”
“You’re doing it right, Sully. Perfectly right.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And then, her mouth’s on mine again. We kiss long enough for our lips to become swollen and tender. My tongue knows every inch of her mouth, and hers knows mine. Making out has never been so fun, even if it left me without the relaxation I went into that room looking for. My hand’s getting more of a workout than it has in years, but there’s no way I’m complaining about how this night went. I know what she tastes like now, and I’m addicted.
Beckham
Sully disappeared for a few hours yesterday, but Hannah didn’t seem bothered by it, so I guess it was something he planned in advance. I missed sitting with him at lunch, and yeah, I was hoping we’d steal some kisses somewhere, but he doesn’t owe me any explanation. If he wants to tell me where he was, he will.
Tonight’s our date, and we decided on the theater here after all, because we’re exhausted, and there’s no reason to go somewhere else. I told him he could pick the movie, and he told me to pick the take-out restaurant.
“Damn, you’re always so sexy,” he says when I open the door.
Since it’s a casual night, I opted for a red, oversized, sweatshirt dress with a hood. Paired with matching knee-high boots Stella gave me, it’s dressy enough for a date, while still being comfortable.
“I’m in a shapeless, giant sweatshirt.”
“That’s loose enough for me to put my hands up. And let’s not talk about those boots.”
“You look pretty good yourself,” I say, wanting to run my hands over his tight t-shirt, and jeans that aren’t loose enough to hide his perfect ass.
“Shall we head downstairs?”
“Yes.”
Once we’re inside the theater, he looks nervous, before turning toward me. “I, um, well, I made a change to your dinner order. I don’t know if that’s okay.”
“What did you change?”
“I took the pork out of your combo fried rice, and asked for beef instead.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t eat pork, and if you ate it, I couldn’t kiss you unless you brushed your teeth, and washed out your mouth. I know I should’ve talked to you about this before now.”
I silence him with a kiss, because even though his rambling is cute, I hate having him think he did something wrong. “It’s totally okay, Sully. I should’ve thought of it myself, so I’m sorry too. I like beef in my rice, anyway.”
“You don’t have to apologize for not understanding my culture. I don’t know yours.”
“German, a little Irish, and a touch of French thrown in for fun. Nothing I can’t eat.”
“Only pork. That’s it for me.”
I take his face in my hands. “I won’t lie, and say I don’t love ham, or pulled pork, but I’ll just carry a toothbrush with me.”
“You shouldn’t have to adjust your life for mine.”
“Why not? Would you not do it for me?”
“I would.”
“You are already. Monogamy is a pretty big adjustment, even if you’ve been on self-imposed dry spell.”
“I’m doing it for me too,” he says, softly.
“I know, but it’s also what I want, so I’m counting it.”
“I got you fired, Beckham. You told me I couldn’t have my way, because what I asked of you on that phone call wasn’t possible. I called back, and got you fired for denying me the impossible.”
“I’m well aware of what happened.” How could I forget? I can’t, but I can forgive.
“Yet, you’re here with me. Letting me kiss you, feed you, just be here with you.”
“You say it like my company is a gift.”
“It is.”
Swoon. The floor is tilting a little as I swoon. “You’re a surprise, Sully Ayoub. A really good, beautiful, surprise.”
He smiles again, and I love putting those smiles on his face. Taking my hand, he leads me to my reclining seat, and my food. I’m not surprised to see Star Wars on the screen, as he’s got Yoda on his t-shirt, but we’re not going see much of the movie, so I’m glad it’s not something new.
After finishing our food, he lifts the top on a covered dish, revealing two different desserts. Black Forest cake, and Lemon Meringue pie. Two of the favorites I mentioned when he asked on Wednesday during lunch.
He’s getting lucky tonight. Probably right here in this theater. I might just suck him off while he watches his movie, or I might ride him like the stallion I know he is. No matter how it goes down, he’s coming tonight.
“Your eyes got dark,” he says, feeding me a bite of the cake. “Desserts really do turn you on.”
“It’s not the dessert,” I tell him as I climb from my recliner to his, straddling him. “It’s all you.”
He drops the fork, using both hands to push my dress up. I arch into him as he runs his fingers lightly over my soaked panties, before bringing them to his lips.
“You’re going to let me have the dessert I want, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You need to fuck my mouth. I don’t want you to just lie there, and enjoy it. You need to participate, because I don’t consider oral sex a spectator sport.”
“I want your cock in my mouth, so yeah, I’m participating.”
He flips me in seconds, lowering his chair to a full recline. As he pushes my thong aside, I free what I want from his pants. It’s long, and thick, nestled in a bed of black curls, standing proudly erect, as it waits for my mouth.
We both take our first licks at the same time, snapping my control. I suck him deep as he parts my labia, and latches onto my clit. This isn’t foreplay, not how we’re taking each other. There are no words, no promises, just the best damn oral sex I’ve ever experienced in my life.
He hits the back of my throat, so I relax it, taking a couple of inches inside. I use my hands to cover the rest of him, because there’s more I can’t take. He’s moving slowly, making love to my mouth as his own mouth makes love to my vagina. In and out, driving me crazier with every thrust of his hips, and lap of his tongue. Until, we both can’t take any more of the slow, and we become a little crazed.
His fingers are insi
de of me, thrusting in and out as I ride his mouth and he fucks my throat, and hands. There’s nothing but right now, and us. Nothing but hands, mouths, tongues, and fingers working together for a final goal. He comes first when I stroke his taint, but I come right after him, bucking against his tongue, as he continues to lick my clit.
It’s wild, it’s sexy, and it’s only the beginning. He hasn’t even been inside of me yet, and I know I’m ruined for all other men. Hands down, this was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had, and I want more. A lot more.
“I’m throwing out my vibrator,” I tell him when I can finally speak again.
“Don’t you dare! I have plans for it, so many plans.”
He spins me back around, and kisses me hard. I taste myself, and I know he’s tasting himself too. And, I want another orgasm. Right now, I want more. I need more.
“Yes. To whatever you want to do to me, yes. Now.”
“Not to you, Beckham. With you.”
Chapter 6
Sully
I have the presence of mind to put our leftovers in the refrigerator by the door, but just barely. That orgasm made me even crazier for her than I already was, and I need more. She asked for more, and I want her to know she’s going to get whatever she asks for.
I suit up with the condom I have in my wallet, while letting Beckham know what I need her to do. “Take your panties off for me.”
She looks confused for a moment, because I’m across the room, pulling my jeans a little closed, but she’ll understand everything in less than a minute. I walk over, and cup her face with my hands, before kissing her. I feel her hands moving, doing what I asked. I step away, and hold out my hand, waiting to move again until she gives me the scrap of black lace.
Once it’s securely in my pocket, I lift her up, hands under her ass, and slide my way home. She moans as I enter her tight little pussy, wrapping her legs around my waist. After adjusting her giant sweatshirt, I whisper in her ear.
“Grab your desserts, Beautiful.”
“What?” she asks, her eyes glazed. I’m not unaffected myself, but I know what I want, and it’s not a quick fuck in a theater room.
I nuzzle her neck, sucking lightly. “We’re going to a bed, but I know you don’t want to give up your desserts.”
“Oh, but we’re having sex right now.”
“I’m inside you now, and it’s fucking amazing, but you deserve a bed. I couldn’t wait to feel you around my cock, so yeah, we’re technically already having sex, but I won’t come until we’re in my bed.”
“We have to walk past the guards.”
“We’re covered, so all they’ll know is that I’m carrying you upstairs.”
“You’re sure?”
“No, but I imagine they’ve seen much more scandalous things, and I’ll have my hands under your ass, making sure your dress is covering you. I promise you, no one is seeing anything they shouldn’t.”
She nods, and reaches for her plate. Once her arms are securely around my neck, I walk us out. She shudders against me as I walk, almost bringing me to my knees. My cock is moving in and out as I walk, driving us both crazy. It’s just a couple of inches of movement, but with how tight she is, it feels like more. She’s biting my shoulder to contain her moans, and I’m dizzy with lust by the time we make it to the elevators.
“This is unexpected.”
I turn to see Matt and Reina walking up to us. Beckham stiffens, and buries her head in my neck. Fuck.
“Hey, how was the latest gala?” I ask, because Reina’s in a gown, and Matt’s in a tux.
“Boring as fuck.”
“Life of the 1%,” I respond with a smirk.
I’m honestly afraid my dick is going to soften, and slide out, but it’s not happening. He’s happy to be encased inside Beckham’s warm pussy, and he’s holding strong. So strong, I need to thrust. Not an option at the moment, but I still need it.
“Hello, Beckham.”
“Hi, Reina” she mumbles into my neck.
“Just keep it professional at work,” Matt says, shaking his head at me.
“We will,” she tells him, still not raising her head.
They take pity on her, and wait for another elevator as we board ours. When the doors close, she sighs. I can’t interpret the meaning, but I know she’s embarrassed.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay! The damn button from your jeans keeps rubbing over my clit, and I almost came in front of my boss!”
Oh. Well, then. “Like this?” I ask, rolling my hips, so the button moves against her again.
“Yes,” she moans. “Stop.”
“Stop?”
“If you make me drop these desserts, I am not going to be happy.”
I laugh, because this woman. She’s seriously thinking of her dessert plate while I’m bringing her close to orgasm. I do as she asks, and stay still until I have to walk out of the elevator.
Once we’re inside my place, I bend so she can put the plate down. She kisses me hard as I walk to my bed, but I pull away to pull her dress off. She’s left only in a small black, lace bra.
“They’re small,” she says, moving to cover her breasts.
“I love them,” I reply batting her hands away as I lean down to suck on one through the lace.
“Sully. I’m so close.”
“I know.”
I crawl up the bed with her in my arms, before setting her down, and giving her the fuck we both need. Her feet are still in the sexy boots, digging into the mattress as I pull her hips up and thrust hard. I hold her hips as she runs her hands up under my shirt, scratching my abs with her short nails.
“It’s so good.”
“Yeah, it is. Clamp that pussy on my cock. Just like that.”
My thumbs find her clit, and both work it over as I fuck into her. She starts to scream, clamping down so tight on me, I have no choice but to come with her as she flies. I’m rough, and out of control, unable to stop myself, because it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt.
“You’re going to have bruises on your hips. I’m sorry,” I tell her as I collapse onto my forearms over her.
“I’m not. That was worth it. God, it was worth it. How long until we can do it again?”
I chuckle, but know it’s going to be a little while, and not because I can’t get it back up. My dick’s already starting to come back to life, but it will have to wait. I pull out, and stand up.
“I have to shower, and go out for a little bit, but I’ll be back.”
“What?”
“I’ll be back. I promise. Please wait for me.”
“I could help you shower.”
“No.”
I know I sound harsh, but she can’t take a shower with me before prayer. I need to clean her off me, before I can give my last thanks of the day. I should explain it to her before I go, but I want to get back to her, and wrap her in my arms before I sleep, so I leave her there on my bed.
Beckham
I don’t know what just happened. I never expected Sully to get up, and leave, after what we just did. He just left me here. Yeah, he asked to me to wait for him, but if he can’t at least explain to me why he’s leaving, why would I stay?
I wait for the shower to turn off, but he doesn’t appear again. His apartment has a similar design to mine, so I know there’s an office or library on the other side of the bathroom. After a few minutes, I hear the front door open and close, letting me know he exited from the other room. He didn’t even want to see me before he left for parts unknown, just expecting me to wait for him in his bed.
No. I am not that girl. I will not be left waiting in a man’s bed, while he goes off somewhere. Nope, not happening.
He still has my panties, but I throw my dress on over my bra, and walk next door. Once inside, I change into a t-shirt and boxers, wash off the little makeup I have on, and get ready for bed. I’m turning off the lights in my living room, when there’s a knock at the door. I know who i
t is, and I don’t feel like fighting right now, but I open it anyway.
“I asked you to wait.”
“I’m not a dog, who takes orders on command,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. “You don’t get to leave me in your bed, like some random chick, and walk out the door to God knows where. Did you really expect me to wait for you?”
“I had to pray.”
Oh. I uncross my arms, but I’m still angry. “Why didn’t you just tell me that?”
“I thought, after what we shared, you’d wait. I was going to explain when I got back,” he says as I step back to let him into the apartment. I grab the plate of desserts from his hand, and move to my kitchen island.
“You made me feel like what we shared was nothing. All you had to say was that you were praying. Do you think I wouldn’t understand? I don’t know much, but I know prayer is important to Muslims.”
“It is most important,” he agrees, joining me as I take a seat at the island.
“I love watching all of you at work pray together. It’s beautiful.”
“It is.”
“Will you tell me about it?”
He nods, taking my hand. “We pray five times a day, always facing toward Mecca, which is why I had to go to the roof right now. I love this apartment, but the balcony doesn’t face in that direction. I could pray inside, but I prefer to be outside.
“Salaat is the name for our prayers, or Salaah, but I call them Salaat. Fajr is a remembrance of Allah, taking place before the sun rises. Dhuhr is the prayer at work. It is always around noon. We remember, and also seek guidance. ‘Asr is just a few minutes in the late afternoon. We think about the greater meaning our lives, along with our remembrance. Maghrib is the evening remembrance after the sun goes down. Finally, before bed, is ‘Isha. It is when we thank Allah for all he has done for us, and for forgiving us any wrongdoings we’ve committed.”
“You have to shower before each?” There are showers at C&C, so I know he can.
“No, not always a shower. Ablution is making ourselves clean of mind in preparation of Salaat. We also perform Wudoo, and Wudhu. Those are the names for the action of cleansing, and the water itself. I wash my hands, arms, mouth, nose, face, ears, and feet. Matt has an area outside for us with purified water, so we can cleanse ourselves at work. Because I orgasmed with you tonight, I had to perform Ghusul, and cleanse my entire body with a shower.”
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