Quiet Chaos : The Chaos Series- Book #2

by Keta Kendric

  “Yes, I truly did cook it. You are more than welcome to rewind the recordings,” I stated with a chuckle.

  “There were a few poison attempts made on my life, so for a while, I would only eat food that I prepared.”

  Her eyes widened at my reveal, but she continued devouring her food.

  “Figured, if I had to cook, it may as well be good, so I hired someone, Mrs. Kattie, same cook I have now, to teach me. Over time, she earned my trust and has been with me for over five years.”

  The idea of losing this connection with Mecca wasn’t an outcome I was willing to accept. In our world, nothing this good lasted. The idea that I could enjoy a woman’s company this much was unexpected, but now that I had gotten a taste of companionship, I wanted more.

  How long was this gleeful feeling that Mecca had sparked within me going to last?

  21

  Mecca

  The woman that some would assume wasn’t fully domesticated was married and had a handsome husband who could cook. He also understood my life better than any other because his mirrored mine. His food was delicious enough that I cleaned my plate and couldn’t resist a slice of Mrs. Kattie’s chocolate mousse pie.

  We sipped wine and ate the delicious treat in silence, eyeing each other across the table. Why did this pie-eating episode feel like foreplay or a lead into something more delicious?

  “Can I have a piece of your pie?” Arjen questioned. “I happen to know that yours taste better than Mrs. Kattie’s.”

  You can have the whole damn pie if you want it.

  At his question, my pussy started throbbing, but I managed to maintain my composure. “Yes, I would love to give you a piece and I can assure you, it’s so much sweeter than you remember.”

  He swept his dishes off the table with a quick swipe of his strong forearm without dropping his gaze away from mine. The dinnerware and utensils went toppling noisily before crashing to the floor. The effect he was going for with his aggressive destruction of those dishes from the table was working, because my lust was lit and the flames were about to set the dining room on fire.

  He pointed at the area on the table in front of him that he had cleared. “Right here. I want you to put your sexy ass right here in this spot.”

  I stood, but my mind wasn’t working from common sense because I climbed atop the table and started my journey across the surface with a seductively slow crawl, knocking over red wine, knee sliding over chocolate pie, and hand sweeping aside utensils.

  The dishes I was crawling across were sliding all over the place, the sound adding to the beat of my raging lust. My mind was flooded, overwhelmed with explicit images of us fucking all night.

  Arjen sat waiting, his gaze filled with the same level of lust that had taken control of me. The heat level in the dining room had risen to one that would make hell melt, and we were set to burn each other down to the bones.

  The crawl gave me a stalkerish vibe, the lust set so high, I ached as my gaze roved my prey. My hands and knees dug into the hard wood of the shiny table surface as my eyes were dead-locked on Arjen’s. He was all I’d thought about all day, and it appeared to take a lifetime to cross the table to feel the burn of the sexual heat he gave off.

  Where I should have been thinking financials and more versatile distribution methods today, I was thinking about my husband’s dick, the way he used his tongue, and the way he moved his body to back up every action he initiated on me.

  I had left a handful of duties with Marshawn in order to get a few extra hours with Arjen, and I was now finding out that I had made a good decision.

  When I reached the edge of the table, he leaned up to receive a kiss. It was supposed to be a peck, but when his hot tongue swept across my lips, I couldn’t help sliding my tongue along the slippery surface of his. Eventually, I backed, adjusted, and turned so that my legs dangled off the table, putting him in the V of my splayed legs and placing my ass in the spot he had pointed out.

  His hands were at my hips, his eyes running up the expanse of my body and flaring at every spot that turned him on the most. When his hungry gaze met mine, we froze. I couldn’t move, and apparently neither could he. The raw passion was fused with that little something extra, the key to a deeper connection, that I believe had always been between us.

  He reached up and sent his fingers gliding through the edges of my hair until they brushed the warm flesh of my neck. The quick change in our tempo, his searing gaze, and delicate stroke caused my heart to flutter as the jittering beats danced around in my stomach.

  My lips fell apart, chasing my runaway breaths. When I’d gotten myself together enough to think, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my lips and kept me in this mysterious place with him.

  “What is this?” I asked. “What are you attempting to accomplish with me, Arjen? Are you trying to make this a real marriage? Have you settled for me all of a sudden?”

  Why was I asking him these stupid ass questions in the midst of so much passion? My mind didn’t know when to disconnect from my mouth sometimes.

  “I’m not settling for you, Mecca. Deep down, the day we met, I picked up on a note of our connection, one that doesn’t have anything to do with settling. It was an automatic reaction, and I know I wasn’t the only one that felt it.”

  He was right. These sensations weren’t the first I had experienced with him. They had touched me at our wedding when he kissed me, but now, they had grown so strong that they had me fighting to stamp them back down.

  “I’ve never had a home, Mecca. Yes, I’ve lived in some nice houses afforded to me by this life I was born into. However, I’ve never felt level, supported, solid, content, challenged in a way that I enjoy, or effortlessly happy. I’ve never known much outside of training, killing, and running this operation in the name of Vallin, and the syndicate. I don’t know much outside of being the devil I need to be to stay at the helm of the position I was groomed to be in.”

  His words caused my brows to wrinkle, but I listened, unwilling to miss a syllable.

  “My fears were for my brother and of one day failing in a way that I would lose everything I’ve been working to maintain. It’s funny. I didn’t even fear death because there were times I prayed for it. Losing you is my greatest fear now. You are the single greatest asset I wasn’t aware I needed. You are the home I’ve never had, Mecca.”

  The soft notes of his lovely words flirted with a tone that had the power to dance atop the cadence of my heartbeat. I’d never had any man profess such meaningful and impactful words to me.

  The way he spoke left me speechless, tongue-tied, and twisted up in my emotions. His words were heavy and hard-hitting enough to reach where he’d intended for them to go. Arjen had made his point loud and clear.

  No questions, no warning, he stood and yanked me by my hips to the edge of the table. My body collided with his, and he kissed me until my brain turned to mush. He was done talking.

  In the distance, I could hear something falling, whatever dishes were left on the table being jostled from our movements.

  When he inched closer, I splayed my legs further apart to give him more access. The hem of my dress had inched up my thighs, but his exploring hands were easing it up higher until I was left with no option but to lift and allow his strong hands to shove the dress up and over my ass.

  With a hand full of ass, he squeezed to his satisfaction. He leaned down, placing a kiss to each of my hard nipples before dragging the straps of my dress down my arms and shoving my strapless bra down.

  His tongue grazed my puckered nipple, the strokes easing the throbbing need riding me. His lips wrapped around one and sent my eyes roving to the back of my head when he sucked, taking the tight bud and allowing his tongue to play a devilish game with it.

  He didn’t leave out the other, giving it the same delighted strokes of his lovely tongue. He dipped lower, and after his play with my nipples, I was flowing like a river after a hard rain.

  “So fucking sexy,”
he said as he leaned down and placed kisses against my thighs, his lips soft and hot. He took in a deep sniff, his nostrils flaring as he took in a whiff of my flowing arousal. “You smell so fucking good, my fucking mouth’s watering for a taste.”

  His words had the throbbing he ignited in my pussy humming now, causing me to thrust my midsection towards his face when he tried to back away. His gaze connected with mine.

  “Don’t worry, wife. There is not one part of you that I’ll leave neglected.”

  His words added to my frantic need. I was mindlessly working at freeing him of his shirt, when he stood, lifting it to expose his tight abs and chest. My actions proved too slow as he gripped it, lifted, and tossed it over his shoulder, before sending the material flying through the air like a lost kite.

  The deeper we fell into this scene, the more we were connected, and the more fervent our actions became.

  “So, this is your idea of dinner,” I commented, causing him to smile. “I like it. I’m going to need you to cook dinner, often.”

  The dress was bunched around my waist, and my bra was twisted under the swell of my bobbing tits. He went for the bra, unsnapping the hooks with one hand as the other squeezed and plied my hard nipples.

  “Making dinner for you will be my pleasure,” he finally replied before his tongue licked up the space between my tits until he found the hot spot around my neck, biting into it before he sucked it.

  The quiet dining room where the usual noise was clinking silverware, was being livened up by my moans. Anyone could have walked in and caught us, but we were so deep into each other, we didn’t give a single damn about being caught.

  Desperate for him, I was scratching at his lower abdominals and lower back, trying to get his pants down. Thankfully, he took over by yanking them down in a flash and kicking them out of our way. I lifted my ass once again and allowed him to slide my dress off before it was discarded with the rest of our clothes, likely falling atop the dishes that had hit the floor. He’d removed everything from my body except my heels.

  Our bodies had heat radiating from us, so strong it whirled throughout the room from the energy it gave off. I was fully exposed and naked on our dinner table, my body on fire. His wide hand nudged me back as his eyes continued devouring me.

  “Lie back please, so I can eat me a piece of this delicious pie.”

  It was ironic that my eyes happened to land on the plate containing what was left of his pie before it slid off the table and hit the floor. I leaned back and let my legs drop open wider. Who was I to stop him from tasting a piece of pie that he had warmed just right?

  I remained elevated on my elbows because I wanted to see. He lifted my leg and concentrated on my knee, licking some of the chocolate pie that I had crawled through on my way to him. His heat-seeking tongue went flirting up my leg, nibbling here, and sucking there enough to have my juices shamelessly leaking onto the table.

  His mouth lapped up my wet heat and “Oh God,” rushed out along with the mental focus I had left. I trembled under his exploring tongue as his moans sent more pleasure vibrating through me.

  “Arjen that feels….Oh fuck!” He flicked my clit with a delicate stroke before he took it between his lips, the sweet pressure had my thighs trembling, and he was just getting started.

  When he pulled back, I reached for him, but the crazed look in his eyes stopped me and we stared at each other for a paused moment. His tongue slid across his lips, before he bit into them, his hungry gaze enough to keep my buzz alive.

  “I need you to stand up. You taste too damn good to let anything go to waste.”

  With his help, I stood my ass up on the dining room table like I was standing on the floor, heels digging into and scratching up the hard glossy surface.

  He positioned me in the center and made sure my legs were spread at least shoulder width apart. I stood there pussy leaking, body hot, and willing to do whatever hell he had in mind.

  He turned his back to me and laid on his back atop the table before sliding his body between my spread legs where he had a heavenly view of my pussy.

  “There she is. My lovely pussy. Bring her to me baby. Slowly, because I want to see my precious little flower opening for me.”

  Arjen was a damn super freak, and I liked every damn minute of it. I lowered my pussy down to his face, slow, like he asked and I was so turned on my damn legs wouldn’t stop shaking. As soon as his breath blew against my pussy lips, my damn knees went weak and caused my legs to shake harder.

  “Hold that position,” he said, his breath feeling like an easy touch on my dripping pussy. I hovered a feet above him, my pussy aimed over his waiting mouth.

  “I want to see and feel your juices dripping on my tongue,” he said, his voice so heavy with lust, the base in it slid across my skin.

  My damn legs almost gave out because his hot request had spurts of my hot juices leaking faster onto his waiting tongue. Thankfully, he reached up and steadied me.

  “Shit,” I mouthed when a quick glance down showed my dripping juices falling on his waiting tongue. Once he’d had enough, he gripped my hips tighter and drew me closer to his mouth.

  Our lips met, his horizontal, mine vertical and he plied my juicy lips apart, pulling and sucking them between his own. His tongue, his damn blessed tongue, lapped up every drop I leaked. He brushed it across every nerve ending, making me gasp and choke on my loud moans.

  I forgot all about being on the dining room table. We probably looked like two depraved animals, but we didn’t give a shit.

  “Ar…jen.” I hissed out his name, breaking it up as his tongue took possession of me, controlling my whole body. He could have ordered me to do anything at this moment, and I would have listened. He licked everything, his tongue exploring far and wide, licking the star of my ass to the top of my pussy and everything in between.

  When he yanked me down by the hips and helped me ride his face, my ass caught the Holy Ghost because I was speaking the language. My hands were planted on his chest for leverage while I rode his face like I was riding a dick. He twirled his tongue around my clit before pulling it between his lips, which had my juices flowing so fast and hot the sensation had me choking on each harsh breath.

  The moment he sank his tongue deep inside and stroked my clit at the same time, I was done. I came on impact, yelling a bunch of mumbo-jumbo about him tongue-fucking me while throwing his name into the mix.

  I couldn’t even recall how he had crawled from under me because my ass had collapsed into a heap of shakes and shivers, and I was laying on my side atop the table. He moved me around and lifted until I was positioned on my shaky elbows and brought me back with a series of gentle strokes along my chest and stomach.

  I eased up further, my spent body managing to work with me this time. My eyes were on his, but something else was calling my attention, his dick standing and pointing at me like a third arm.

  “Please have a seat. I don’t want a taste of that. I need one.”

  He picked up his chair that had toppled in our haste and positioned it closer before taking a seat. His eyes on me may as well have been his hands sliding over my skin.

  I stood on wobbly legs to start my session, still buzzing from my orgasm. Shaky fingers played along his body while I stalked around the chair, leaning down and kissing him, tasting my pussy on his tongue. By the time I completed my circle, his eyes hung heavy with burning lust and a slight shiver was coursing through him.

  I stepped between his legs before nudging them further apart. His big bobbing dick beckoned me closer as precum glistened off the head, seeping hot and clear.

  “Wait,” he stopped me from dropping to my knees with a firm hand on my waist. He bent over, and his long arms reached out until he retrieved my discarded dress, folding it quickly.

  “I don’t want any part of you bruised unless I put it there in passion. Let’s put this under your knees.”

  “Thank you,” I said, my words a whisper. Arjen was full of surprises,
and each one he displayed was welding me that much tighter to him. The smile he created within me started in my heart before it was sent up to my lips.

  The affection he had expressed poured into me, the gesture flooring me. I stood in place, staring at him until I shook off the haze, and my eyes fell back to the magnificently long and hard piece calling for my attention.

  Finally, I dropped to my knees and took my time admiring it up close before I reached out and cupped it. The pink skin stretched tight, the head crafted like a deep pink plush heart with a series of small V’s that lead up the crown of the head.

  One tongue stroke was all it took, and I was hooked on the feel, the taste, and the thick fullness of it in my mouth. Nothing could have forced me away from Arjen’s dick. When my tongue brushed circles around the head, he groaned as his eyes widened at the action. Was it supposed to feel this good to me, pleasuring my husband?

  Shallow strokes worked him in and out of my hot mouth until I greedily took him deeper, loving his sweet flavor.

  “Mecca. My Goddess,” he stated on a winded breath. He gripped my hair, messing up the fresh hairdo that I had gotten done a few hours before I came home. I stared up at him while I worked, wanting his reaction, needing to know what quenched his desires. He dipped his head to get a peek at me taking him deep as my hand caressed and swiveled around his shaft.

  Deepening my strokes had his head poking at my throat and I sucked harder, loving his verbal responses as well as his groans and roars.

  “Aww! Shit, baby!”

  His strained muscles jumped, and his chest heaved in response to his harsh inhales and exhales. I worked my hands around his hard, veiny shaft, velvety soft on the outside and savagely hard underneath. When I allowed it to sweep and dip down my throat, he went crazy.

  “Shit. I can feel your throat clenching around me. Oh! Fuck!”

  His hand tightened, pulling my hair as his other gripped the table at my shoulder. I slurped and sucked, gagged, and bobbed like my life depended on it. I believed I was getting off as much as he was because my damn pussy was dripping wet and pulsing like crazy. My body was bustling with enough contact pleasure that I was getting high.