by Keta Kendric
“Oh yeah. It was taken care of already.”
I took another few steps, cocked my head, and threw my hands on my hips.
“And you let me go through that entire bathroom scene, knowing you had already paid what I owed?”
He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal before he stepped closer, making my breath catch. My chest jetted up and down, which did nothing to keep my erratic movements from telling of my acute awareness of him. He stood, glaring down, his face inches from mine.
“At the time, I believed it was my duty to make my wife feel better, rather than to discuss financial matters.”
“But…”
He didn’t allow me to utter another word because his lips met mine, and I responded instantly, the same way I had responded to our wedding kiss. My fingers glided along tight muscles and warm skin until my hand was splayed over his firm pec and tight nipple.
I intended to shove him away, but the possessive slide of his tongue against the seam of my mouth and the way his lips sensually melded over mine, captivated me, made me want more. I fed on the hard press of his firm body, his heady masculine scent, and the way his imposing height loomed over mine.
These close encounters we shared were starting to build into a sequence of events I didn’t mind. His arms tightened around my back before his hand began to slide over my ass. He drew me into his heat, causing the hard press of his dick to nudge my stomach and make me moan into his mouth.
He charmed a savage yearning, calling it to the surface where I was helpless to control it. I leaned into him and raised on my toes to receive more of the passion he was lavishing on me. If his kiss was this potent, I was anxious to see if the rest of him was as intoxicating.
Thankfully, Mother Nature had finally stopped unleashing hell’s fury on my uterus and I was free to explore. The constant ringing of my phone lured me from the haze he had dragged me into, but I ignored the it. He was the one that broke the kiss and backed off, glaring down at the annoying device in my hand before his penetrating gaze met mine.
“See you tonight, love.”
I didn’t know if it was a statement, or a demand when he stepped away and lifted his shirt to shove his arm into it. His tight ass had my eyes following him until he disappeared into his closet.
I stared at the phone buzzing incessantly in my hands, knowing it was a problem that needed to be fixed. I didn’t think it was possible, that I could want something more than I wanted to conquer the streets.
Was Arjen growing on me, or had I finally accepted that he already had?
18
Mecca
The day was a long and trying one, as I had gone from putting my cousin in rehab to cleaning up one problem after another, a few involving punishments as severe as death.
A glance at my nails revealed splashes of a dead man’s blood on them, and specks of grave dust were sticking to my hair. A shower followed up with a long soak in boiling water should do the trick. It was funny how Arjen’s house seemed more like home in less than a month, than the condo I’d been living in for two years.
The weight of the day had worn me down to the point that my bones were exhausted. However, I was content that most of the days problems were solved, and I was a few steps closer to restoring the Black Saints.
A set of gray-blue eyes were set on me when I entered the room, and an exciting buzz of anticipation settled into me at the sight of Arjen. He sat on the foot of our bed in a white wife-beater and a pair of blue, loose-fitting pajamas. His feet were bare and his hair tousled and still damp.
He turned the volume down on the large television that hung on the wall behind me.
“Evening, wife.”
An instant smile formed at his greeting as he scanned my disheveled appearance.
“Evening, husband.”
Not sure what else to say, I moved to my dresser to gather my nightclothes. This relationship was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I often found myself at a loss as to how to move forward in it. Handling the stress of running a drug empire was easier.
His easy, almost silent movements forewarned me that he had stood. My back stiffened when I sensed him moving closer. I wanted to pounce on the man, but at the same time, something else engulfed me and made me think twice about acting on my impulses. I didn’t understand this connection I had with him, and I hated what I couldn’t understand.
Small currents fluttered in my stomach every time I was around him now. Did it mean I had feelings for him? Was my attraction causing me to jump to conclusions?
Clueless, it couldn’t possibly be that other thing that I didn’t want to think, much less say. I’ve seen what that thing did to people: war, public fights, murder. There is no way it could be that. I was infatuated, I decided, nothing more than lust.
His warmth poured into me before his hand slid up my arm and caused me to turn and face him. We stood, staring at each other, neither of us speaking. I sensed he wanted to get something off his chest, but maybe he was cautious of my reaction. He had seen me drag a woman down a staircase and witnessed me throw heels at armed drug dealing killers.
“I was worried about you. I received an update that you had gone off the grid for a while. I’m glad you’re okay, but every time you do that, I can’t help but stress about your wellbeing.”
“I appreciate that you want to look out for me, and I want you to know that I don’t take it for granted. At the reception, we promised to tell each other the truth. The truth is, there are things I sometime need to be alone to do, but you have to trust that I will be careful and do everything in my power to stay safe.”
He nodded but didn’t comment. Based on the stress resting in the tight strain of his forehead, he truly was worried about me.
“I better shower,” I said, lifting my clothes before stepping away. As soon as I got the door closed behind me, I rested my head against it so that I stared at the ceiling. What was it with him and me? I shook off the confusion and headed for the shower.
I spent an exceedingly long time under the water, letting the pressure beat the tension from my stiff body before I soaked in the tub. Once I was clean, I applied a light sheen of body butter to moisturize my skin before blowing my freshly-washed hair dry enough to pull back into a ponytail. I tossed my robe over my silk nighties and headed for bed, thinking about all of the things I needed to do tomorrow.
Arjen was sitting up in bed, pretending to watch television, but I sensed his eyes on me. I disrobed, tossing it across the arm of the chair on my side of the bed.
When I turned to face the bed, he had scooted to my side and was holding the covers back so that I could climb in. He had angled himself so that I would have no choice but to climb in and get up close and personal with him. He stared at me so hard, that I could sense him undressing me before he had laid one finger on me.
Although hesitant, I climbed in. He was so delicious and inviting that I didn’t stop him when he drew me in and pressed me into his side. I rested my head against a solid pec that flexed as he adjusted us into a more comfortable position.
“Comfy?” he questioned. I felt small laying against his long solid body, but it was surprisingly comfortable.
“Yes,” I finally answered, settling in a bit more. The longer I laid against him, the better I started to feel. He kept his hand secure around my waist, probably expecting me to back away.
“I’ve never done this,” I confessed in a low tone.
“Me either, but I’m tired of all the space between us.”
At first, I thought keeping space between us was a good thing. It kept the confusion away. Now, I believe I held back on something that was inevitable.
“When we first met, we said we weren’t interested in a relationship, only a partnership. This feels like it belongs in a relationship.”
His low chuckle sounded as he tightened his hold on me.
“I know what we said, and I don’t think we believed what was coming from our mouths while we were saying it.
”
My head jetted up and almost sent my lips colliding into his. His eyes were there, waiting for mine, waiting to trap me. He had found success as I was locked in his arms and trapped in his gaze.
When he lowered his mouth to mine, I was a goner. The potency of his kiss destroyed the world around me and lured me into the one he owned. There were no syndicates or crime families here, only us. He eased back enough for our eyes to meet.
“When we’re together, it’s you and me. Fuck the rest of the world. We can do whatever we want to.”
I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak but aware that his words were expressed to address the reservations I’d had about being with him.
There was no fighting the force of the chemistry swirling around and daring us to pull away from each other. When our lips met again, I returned his kiss that was too tender for the two of us, but perfect enough to melt the ice wall I had erected around myself. The sensual slide of his soft lips over mine had me consumed with enough energy to power a whole city block and my heart served as the circuit breakers that were about to be blown.
His velvety tongue slid over the expanse of my lips before I parted my mouth and accepted his slippery touch eagerly, leisurely tasting him. My leg was gliding up his muscled one, the sensual movement enticing me to explore further.
The cotton pajama bottoms he wore did nothing to hide the strength in his toned legs, or the muscles flexing against the heat of my inner thigh. The shirt didn’t hide the rippling of his abs or the hot power wafting off his body that was burning through mine. I explored, my fingers seeking, my aching sex hunting as my mind recorded the scene.
By the time he released me from the searing kiss, I was halfway atop him with one of my legs slung across his and grinding my pussy against his hard thigh.
“I think I’m ready,” I heaved out on a winded breath.
A big smile lit up his face. “Four of my favorite words.”
He gave me another lingering peck, squeezing one of my ass cheeks in his big palm and demonstrating that his lengthy body gave him the ability to stroke me wherever he wanted from any angle.
He moved his hand to the small of my back, gave a nudge, and there I went, sliding down with ease. He was climbing over me before I had time to think about what we were doing.
His hot lips met my neck first before he traced kisses down my shoulder, slipping his tongue up my pulsing flesh, setting me aflame. His kisses dipped lower and breathed a path along my chest until his exploring lips and tongue were introduced to my stomach, my thighs, and back up, before pinching my hard nipples through my silky top.
Our eyes met when he came back up to face me, cupping one of my tits while his free hand slipped between my legs. I jumped when his fingers invaded my heat and turned up the volume on the thumping beat in my pussy.
A deep gasping breath was dragged in and rushed out when his finger slid across my clit. He gave a quick lip-smacking peck that I gladly accepted, while I reeled from his play below.
“I’m ready to see how well your pussy gets along with my mouth. How about you? You think you’re ready?”
“Fuck. Yes,” slipped from my mouth so fast you would have thought he had asked to grant me a wish. We were toying with each other for a month, namely me tip-toeing around the unknown.
“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off,” he suggested before he went for my top, lifting it over my arms and head with a precise speed I didn’t expect. He was already yanking his shirt up by the time I reached and helped him out of it.
My fingers roamed, crawling over his ripped body, finding him hot enough to burn my fingertips. His eyes were lit with that same flaming intensity he was driving into me.
He went for my shorts and undies, and whatever reluctance I was hanging on to when I walked into the room, had melted away as quickly as he was undressing me. I eased my ass up and off the bed and gladly let him have every stitch.
Laying bare before him, he took me in. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered against my lips, licking them and trailing his tongue down my neck and lower along my shoulder blade.
By the time he had made it to my chest, he stiffened his tongue and dragged it over my nipple, before pulling it between his lips and sucking hard enough to induce a lazy moan. “Oh, yes.” The words trailed heavily across my vocal cords. He bit my nipple hard before pulling it between his teeth enough to make it sting, but it was an ache that pulled a satisfying groan from the pit of my stomach.
It was a pathetic truth that no one had taken this much time on my body unless I had demanded it. They usually ended up doing such a shitty job of foreplay that I would be ready to move on before the mood was lost, or I took over completely.
Arjen knew his way around my body like he’d been studying it. Whispers and gossip believed a man who engaged in too much foreplay was making up for what he lacked in sexual stamina. I prayed that this wasn’t the case with my husband.
He licked and sucked my nipples so good, that he had me poking out my tits for him to take them as he pleased. He pleasured me until my chest heaved in response to my struggle for air, and my pussy dripped in anticipation.
When his mouth and hot, wet tongue went lower, my legs spread wider, anxious for him to stroke the heavy ache he had put there. He had me soaked, hot and ready to erupt the moment his mouth caressed any waiting part of me.
Did he sense my lingering release? He didn’t go to my hottest spot right away, but massaged my hips and thighs and placed kisses all along the area. When I had calmed enough to breathe evenly, he pressed kisses along my stomach that made me pulse with each soft caress before he slid his body between my spread legs. He was quick and agile for such a tall, full-bodied man.
I fisted the sheets, tension riding me as I found myself angling for him to put me out of my misery. He loved watching me, and the sight of his exploring gaze added to the beautiful tension he had set off within my body. His eyes traced every line and bend in tandem with his unrushed actions. With his mouth positioned above my pulsing heat, he glanced up and I caught the blue in his eyes flaming with fire.
He reached up and pried one of my clenched hands from the covers. Bringing it to his face, he kissed my palm before he slid my hand into his hair. Was he prompting me to take hold? Damn, this was getting erotic.
“Grip my hair.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I could get into hair-pulling if that was his thing.
“When it’s too much, pull. If it’s not enough, twist. If you want harder, try to drown me in your pussy,” he instructed, making my insides vibrate and my fucking pussy quake like tremors had broken free.
“Fuck, Arjen,” I heaved, loving the way he was handling things so far. Although I was usually forced to do so, the last thing I wanted was to tell a man how to fuck me. I hadn’t had to give Arjen a single order, and prayed I didn’t have to.
He sat the tip of his tongue at the apex of my sex, ensuring I saw his actions. He first licked me backward, watching me watch him. His movements were measured so that I would know every part and area his tongue brushed. I swallowed hard, my eyes closing when his firm wet tongue slid between my lower lips, opening them.
“Oh Shh…” I gasped when his hot tongue slid across my aching clit before dancing against it and charming it to come out and receive more of his hot stimulation.
“Eyes open,” he ordered while his tongue still managed to flick my clit as he spoke. “I need you to see me tongue fucking you,” he said before he stretched out the lick that had my damn muscles doing the wobble because I was thrusting my pussy at him so hard.
Those burning blue eyes of his were searing into mine so deep, I couldn’t look away. I was attempting to say ‘shit’ but wasn’t sure what was coming out of my mouth. All I knew was his tongue was fucking me better than any dick I’d had as the hot spikes of pleasure was turning my inside to mush.
Nipples puckered tight, stomach muscles clenched like fists, endorphin-inducing tingles were up and ru
nning through me from just his tongue play.
“Damn, baby, that’s it. Fuck,” I moaned my words of praise. I went from having one hand gripping his hair to two, and I was yanking the shit out of it. I had forgotten what he had said about pulling and twisting because I was doing both.
“Fuck, that’s good,” kept spilling from my mouth as he shoved his tongue deeper inside and caused me to thrust using my abs and glute muscles, begging for more with my body. I couldn’t help myself; the man knew where to lick and when to suck, how much pressure to apply and when to pluck.
“Shit. Arjen. Fuck.”
I stared down in amazement, not believing my ass had been avoiding this. I doubt two good minutes had passed, and I was about to come. The expert-level tongue action he was dishing out was delivered so explicitly well, I wanted it to last forever, but I hadn’t had a release in months. Therefore, I was unable to hold back, especially when he took me by the backs of my thighs and spread my damn legs wide open.
He used his lips, mouth, and tongue to give my pussy the stroking of a lifetime. My lower lips quivered from the strength of his tongue stroke, the warmth of his breath danced along my slick folds, and his loving lips smooth out the process with caring caresses.
“Right there,” I dragged out the word there like it had gotten stretched out in my voice box.
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” my loud cursing moans turned into one long series of curse words, while I fought to keep my eyes open.
I wanted to see what he was doing to make me feel so fucking good, but I was too gone on his tongue to do anything but take it. My orgasm struck hard and relentless. It froze me for a second before it released and made my pussy jerk hard, sending sharp pleasure vibrating through my whole body.
If he didn’t have anything else in the world going for him, one thing was for damn sure, Arjen could eat some serious pussy. He didn’t remove his mouth from my quaking wetness until I had enjoyed every splendid second of the gifts he was giving.
His movement jostled the bed, but I was stuck relishing the intoxicating fumes of bliss he’d unleashed. I was too relaxed, too satisfied, and didn’t want to disturb the state of mind he had put me in.