Once my giggles cease, I raise my head and settle my gaze on Quinton. He takes my breath away as he stands there in all his milk chocolate goodness wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, white t-shirt, and some baggy khaki colored cargo shorts. The shirt fits snug against his well-defined abdomen and the shorts sit low on his hips. He is wearing a pair of white tennis shoes to match his shirt with no socks.
I barely notice when Neesa and Roc leave the room because Quinton starts to walk toward me with determination and purpose. I back up a few steps unsure of what his intention is until the back of my knees hit the couch.
***
His intention becomes clear when he removes his glasses. I see the same look in his eyes that I saw during the two previous times we’ve kissed. I stand still as I am unable to move or say anything. He gets so close that I feel my nipples brush against his chest through my skimpy workout tank. He doesn’t touch me. He just looks at me as if he is reacquainting himself with every feature of my face. It feels like an eternity goes by before he cups the back of my neck with his large hands and brushes my cheeks with his thumbs. I hear a moan that I’m pretty sure has emerged from my own mouth and he takes advantage of my parted lips.
Quinton doesn’t bother with slow and sensuous. He takes my mouth with a force that surprises me and thrills me at the same time. The kiss is fierce and demanding and filled with a passion that I’ve never experienced in my life. It’s full of unleashed desire that we’ve both seem to have been holding on to for this precise moment. At least I know I have because Daryn and I have not had sex since the last time I was in this apartment.
I place my hands on the hard wall of his chest and slowly move them up around his neck. I don’t want any space between us so I pull him in closer to me and I’m not sure either of us can breathe with our tongues so far down each others’ throats. His agile hands reach up and remove the clip from my hair and he groans when my hair cascades down my back as if it’s following the course his hands are taking down to my rear.
He pulls away needing to get air and I let out a small sound of protest before he places softer kisses on my forehead and then my lips. He gives me that arrogant, sexy smile that makes me melt and says, “Your room. Now.” Then he smacks me on the ass.
I lead the way to my room and I close the door behind us. Before I am able to say anything, I turn away from the door and he is standing less than a foot away from me. He presses my back against the door before ducking down and biting down on the nipple that is poking through my tank top. He gets down on his knees and uses both of his hands to slowly push my tank top up my body, caressing the sides of my waist along the way.
“You scent is driving me fuckin’ crazy!”
I feel shy for a moment. I’d forgotten that I’d come straight here after leaving my session with Ella’s personal trainer. I must smell like crap, but for some reason I don’t think that is what he is trying to say with his comment.
Quinton continues to remove my shirt from my body while kissing his way up my abdomen. I can feel my spandex shorts become drenched when he fully removes my shirt and takes one taut nipple between his teeth and then let’s go. I scream out and try to regain my speech so I can explain to him that I maybe should hop in the shower before we go any further. I know that is what Daryn would make me do.
“I – I just finished my workout,” I say when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. “I have ten months to shrink my ass down to a reasonable size before –”
I stop mid-sentence when he stops what he is doing. He looks up at me with a confused look on his face. I don’t know what I’ve said or done wrong, but he looks confused and offended by something.
As if he’s lost his patience with me, Quinton stands abruptly and turns me around so that my bare breasts are crushed against the door. The cold door against my hard nipples sends a tingling sensation straight to my core and I cry out. He nips at my shoulder with his teeth before taking the material of my shorts in his strong hands and ripping it away from my body. What’s left of the garment falls to the floor and I am left standing there naked since I don’t wear undergarments during my workouts.
He presses his fully clothed body against me as he bends down to trail a searing path of kisses up my neck. His full, soft lips pull on my earlobe. “Don’t you ever let me hear you say shit about shrinking this ass,” he says while he aggressively palms the globes of my rear, pressing his erection into my crack. “Ol’ Boy does know it yet, but this is my ass,” Quinton growls as he places hot wet kisses down my spine.
He is now back on his knees behind me. I feel his hand slide between my legs and then it stops moving when he finds the wetness there that is surely making its way down my thigh at this point. Back and forth he slides two fingers until I’m wet from my clit all the way to the puckered opening of my ass.
I can barely stand. I place my palms flat against the door for leverage, but it’s not working very well. He turns me around to face him and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. I look down at him and I know exactly what he plans to do though I’ve never had this done to me before. He licks his lips before opening me up with his fingers and taking one long lick to my core.
I know I should be quiet since Roc and Neesa are somewhere in the apartment, but I can’t. I scream his name over and over again as he sucks on my clit and pumps two finger into my wetness. I don’t know when it happened, but my other leg is on his other shoulder and I ride his face as if I’ve done this a million times. I don’t know what else to do so I massage his head in time with the orgasm inducing sucks to my clit.
I feel my body begin to shake, but before my orgasm catches up to me, he removes his fingers. His face his still firmly planted between my legs but his hands slowly slide up my butt and wrap around my back. I feel myself being lifted into the air so I close my eyes. I open them again as I feel my body falling to my plush king size bed. I land with a soft thud and let out a girly squeal. This man just carried me across the room with me perched on his shoulders and his face buried between my legs. Oh. My. God.
Quinton undresses himself in record time and I am able to bask in the glory that is his body. Everything on him is hard, sinewy muscle covered by soft, smooth milk chocolate skin. I moan in delight and I don’t even realize that I am so turned on by the sight of his naked body that I have snaked my hand down and am now fingering my clit.
I feel the bed dip as Quinton places his knee on the edge and my hand is smacked away. My pussy clenches when he places a trail of soft kisses up my stomach, licks around my ample mounds, and takes my mouth once again. It’s a heady sensation when I taste my own arousal on his tongue. I grind my hips into him. I want to be closer to him. I want him inside of me.
“Please, Quinton.”
“Say it again.”
“Please,” I say.
“Again.”
“Please.”
“Please, what Sasha?”
“Please Quinton. Please fuck me!”
He pulls back and looks at me. He smiles. I love that smile. It’s saying so many things to me right now. It’s a knowing smile. It’s a suggestive smile. It’s a smile that tells me exactly how he plans to take me without him uttering a word. I pull my lower lip between my teeth and nearly draw blood when he spreads my legs and rams his rock hard jutting length into me. He rams into me over and over. My breasts bounce and I feel my body slowly moving up the bed with the force of his thrusts.
I wrap my legs around his back affording him the opportunity to plunge deeper into me. The feeling of him inside of me borders on the precipice between pain and pleasure and I feel like I’ve been drinking too much because the room seems to be moving. I close my eyes because I don’t understand this feeling. It’s better than anything I’ve dreamt about or imagined.
Quinton leans down and slows his thrusts. His stroke is now more of a grinding and twisting that hits my spot just right. “Open your eyes,” he whispers. “I want to see the look in your eyes when y
ou come for me.”
His deep voice and warm breath against my ear does something to me. I don’t know if it’s the vibration against my skin or the tickle of his day old beard, but my body responds and I feel my juices flow from my sex, down my rear, and onto the duvet.
Our bodies are slick with sweat and we slide against one another as he continues his assault on my body. He continues the slow twisting and rocking into me until I feel that I need more. I begin to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to speed up. He doesn’t. Instead he buries himself to the hilt and stops.
He looks me in my eyes and I see something there. It’s more than just lust or want, it’s something else. Some unnamed emotion that I’m sure he isn’t ready to reveal and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even realize that he is showing to me. I don’t want it to, but a tear escapes my eye. I’m embarrassed at the emotions running through me because there can be none in this situation.
I belong to someone else.
I must be a person that is particularly easy to read because Quinton seems to know exactly what I’m thinking.
He thrusts.
“This.”
Another thrust.
“Pussy.”
Another thrust.
“Is.”
A thrust and a grind.
“MINE!”
His words are my undoing. That last thrust is the perfect combination of pressure against my clit and perfect positioning against my g-spot. He pumps into me harder and faster.
“Come for me, baby!”
I do just as he says. My body shakes and my legs tighten around him. My nails dig into his shoulders. My walls clench and milk his erection until he can’t hold out any longer and he is spilling his hot essence into me. He lets out a string of curses before his heavy body collapses onto my smaller frame. I can barely breathe, but I don’t care because this feels like the safest, most comfortable place in the world.
He rolls to the side, taking me with him. He doesn’t pull out or break the connection between our bodies. He strokes my back and my hair and finally places a lingering kiss on my forehead.
“You are mine, Baby. All of you… its mine,” he whispers into my hair. “I can’t let you go back to him.”
“Quinton, I –”
“Shhh. Don’t say a word.”
I don’t. I live in the moment. The next thing I know, I’ve drifted off to sleep.
I’m awakened hours later. I know this because the sun has shifted outside my bedroom window. I feel warm lips against my neck and slow movements inside me. I let out a soft moan and feel myself on the verge of an orgasm all over again.
“Mmmm, Quinton. I love this.”
“Baby, I love you.”
My eyes pop open for the first time since I’ve been awake. “What did you just say to me?”
He chuckles. I’m sure my voice has gone up a couple octaves in my surprise. I don’t know what to say so I grab his face and kiss him deeply, hopefully showing him how I feel. I know I feel the same way but I don’t think I can say it with all that I have holding me back from being with him. We continue along this journey until we are once again spent from the tremendously delicious mating of our bodies.
We must doze off gain because the next thing I know it’s dark outside and someone is pounding on my bedroom door. I remove Quinton’s heavy arm from around my waist and am surprised that the person at the door hasn’t caused him to stir.
I tiptoe over to the door, grabbing the silk robe that hangs behind it. I crack the door open, but Neesa opens it wide and pulls me to the other side. She closes it and drags me into the kitchen.
“Girl. Your phone has been going off non-stop for the past hour.”
“Damn. I didn’t hear it.”
Neesa laughs. “Hmph, I guess you wouldn’t with all that yelling going on in your room… You little slut,” she says smiling.
“Shut up.” I pick up my phone and see that I have at least twenty text messages from Daryn. I also have calls from Daryn, Mrs. Bryant, my mother, and even my sister. Instead of reading though the barrage of text messages and listening to the voicemails, I bite the bullet and call Daryn. He picks up on the first ring and starts to go off on me. He is pissed because I didn’t tell him that I was supposed to meet with the stylist and his mother about the details for tomorrow. He’s pissed because I haven’t been answering my phone.
Usually I would care. I would cringe at his tone and tear up like a chastised child. Something in me has changed. I press the speaker button on my phone so Neesa can hear. I put my finger to my lips, gesturing for her to stay quiet.
“Daryn, I’m sorry. Neesa and I were having so much fun catching up that I completely forgot that I’d turned my ringer off.” I shrug at the lie since I rarely turn my ringer off and if Daryn knew me at all he’d know that small bit of information. Neesa covers her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. She sobers quickly when Daryn responds.
“Fuck, Sasha. You’ve only been with her for a few hours and once again that ghetto hoochie’s influence is causing problems.” My mouth gapes. Not from what he has said, but from the look of fury that I see on Roc’s face at hearing what Daryn has just said. Neesa turns around and pushes him back into the room before he can say anything. She is used to his stupidity so it doesn’t faze her too much.
“That was really rude, Daryn. Please don’t talk about her like that. She is my best friend. And she isn’t causing problems. I am a grown woman and I make my own decisions. You’re being ridiculous. I don’t need anyone to tell me how to walk, talk, or style my hair. What I needed was a break from it all and that is exactly what I was doing today.” My voice is the epitome of calmness, but inside I’m seething. I’m determined not to let him affect me, but I feel that I may crack at any moment.
That moment arrives when he says, “Are you an idiot or something? Do you realize how important this event is to my father and his campaign? Don’t be so fucking selfish, Sasha. You need to get your ass in gear and move it on back over to my parents’ estate. And I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Please don’t make me come over there and embarrass you.”
I hear movement behind me and turn to see Quinton standing looking as if he wants to murder someone. I’m not sure how much of the conversation he’s heard, but I imagine it’s quite a bit if his expression is any indication.
I furiously shake my head, pleading with him not to say anything. I have a feeling that he is not about to listen to me so I quickly pick up my phone and press the end button. I now have two problems. One, Quinton’s disgust and fury and two, I’m sure that Daryn is already on his way now that I’ve hung up on him.
“What the fuck, Sasha? How often does that little shit talk to you that way?”
I shrug. “He’s just under a lot of pressure from his mother and father. There’s the engagement party and the fact that his father is in the process of assembling the team he’ll use during his run for Senate and Daryn is right in the middle of it all. I’m sure both our families are giving him hell right now for allowing me to disappear. I didn’t tell him that I’d be skipping out on some appointments when I told him that I’d be hanging out with Neesa today.”
“Why are you making excuses for this him, Sasha? The way you remained calm just then tells me that he does this all of the time. There is no excuse to speak to anyone that way, especially the woman you are supposed to marry.”
Quinton looks disgusted. He is angry. Angry enough to probably rip Daryn’s lips right off his face and his togue out of his mouth so he’ll never be able to talk to me that way again.
Just as I’m about to respond to Quinton, my phone rings again. I turn away from Quinton when I answer. I don’t turn on the speaker again, but it doesn’t matter because Daryn is yelling. He’s telling me that he is getting dressed and will be leaving his parents’ house in a few minutes to come and get me and that I better be ready to go when he gets here.
I don’t know where it comes from but I snap. “No! No, Daryn. You
will not come here. I am a grown woman and I will not continuously be told what to do. If you show up here, I will tell the desk not to let you up and if you attempt to come up anyway, I will have them call the police. I am sick and tired of this mess. I allowed you and that witch of a mother of yours parade me in front of the press. I went along with the lie you told about me having a miscarriage. Now listen to me. I support your father’s run for office, but this is supposed to my engagement party not some political fundraiser for your father’s campaign. It’s supposed to be a happy occasion for me, but I haven’t been happy in a long time. I’ve been letting your family and my family run my life for entirely too long. I don’t get what’s wrong with you people. You act like if you let me out of your sight for too long that I’ll strap on my prostitute gear and go stand on the nearest corner.”
I guess he snaps too. “That’s exactly what we are worried you’ll do, Sasha. You are such an ungrateful, spoiled bitch sometimes –”
I don’t get to hear anything else he says because Quinton snatches the phone from my ear. My heart drops because I think he may get on the phone and tell him everything. I breathe a sigh of relief when he ends the call and powers the phone down.
“What is he talking about, Sasha? I heard what he said. Why would he say something so fucked up? What in the hell is he talking about? Your future husband just basically called you a whore.” Quinton asks with his hands on my shoulders. He is taking slow breaths as if he is trying to calm himself down.
“I don’t know,” I scream. “Every since I can remember, the number one concern I’ve had from my parents is whether or not I engage in promiscuous behavior so I didn’t. They didn’t want me to have boyfriends so I didn’t. They even had my virginity checked by a doctor all the way up until I started college. It’s as if they all think that I’m somehow destined to become this cheap slut so they’ve constantly been on me about the way I dress and who I associate with. I thought it was just them trying to quell the rebellious nature I feel inside me, but now I’m not so sure. Now I feel like it’s something more. I have no idea why he said that to me, but it’s time I find out.” I’m bawling and screaming and I’m tired of feeling like this.
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