He didn’t bother undressing them. He pulled his pants down far enough to pull out his thickening cock and sheath it. He lifted her skirt, and pushed her panties aside with two probing fingers, checking to see if she was ready for him.
The slide of his digits in and out made her walls weep and contract, begging to be filled with something meatier than the lone finger he was using.
She was too turned on to care about how desperate she looked with her legs spread, humping his fingers, begging him for more. Oshun slid her fingers between her lips, swirling them over her sensitized nub.
“You have no idea how much I love watching you touch yourself. How much it turns me the fuck on to watch you get yourself off.”
Yes, she did. As much as she enjoyed masturbating on her own, watching his dark eyes sparkle with desire as he watched her pleasure herself made cumming by her own hand a favorite pastime.
He removed his fingers from her cunt, and waited for her to replace them with her own. She slid her hand under her thigh and inserted one finger inside. She was wet, slick with need, making the one finger slide effortlessly in and out of her. When the single digit wasn’t enough, she added another and moaned at the electric sensation of being penetrated.
Fucking herself on two fingers of one hand while rubbing her swollen clit with the other had her passion cresting. She was about to fall over the edge just as he pulled her fingers out of her and slammed his cock into her.
The feel of his domed cap rubbing against her happy spot in perfect rhythm made her come apart. She could feel her muscles tightening with each squirt of her release. She couldn’t worry about how soaked her sheets would be when they were done. The way he was fucking her, pulling each wave of her orgasm from her, her brain couldn’t muster enough give a damn to worry about anything else other than how good she felt cumming on his cock.
When her legs were quivering from the last shocks of her orgasm, Masaki leaned over, pounding into her, wearing her slick walls out, pushing her over into another orgasm as he reached his own.
When his rhythm faltered, and she felt the swell of his cockhead inside her, she contracted her walls, milking him of his release, the way he’d taken hers.
When he was done, he leaned over, kissing her so sweetly it made her ache for more. He looked into her eyes, chest still heaving from their rigorous fucking, and his breath still a struggle to control.
“What we do,” he gasped. “This isn’t just about sex.”
He pulled out, removed the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket beside the bed. He laid back down, pulling her into his arms, holding her head against his chest.
“Don’t run from us, Oshun. Give me the chance to show you what we could be if we only tried.”
Too tired and satiated to fight, she simply nodded her head, snuggling closer to him. She kept her eyes closed until his even breathing assured her he was asleep.
She untangled their limbs carefully, then set about removing her disheveled clothing, and pulled a long t-shirt from her closet. Once it was on, she quietly stepped out of the room, closing the door with a soft click. She picked up her cellphone from her desk, and walked out onto the balcony of her living room, closing the sliding door behind her.
Her second answered on the first ring. “What do you need?” Aesop’s question was a loaded one. She needed the man in her bed to not be involved in the middle of this mess she’d found herself in. She needed to be able to care for him without dread looming over her head.
Unfortunately, she couldn't tell her friend that. Instead she decided to end this shit as quickly as possible. She’d sacrificed her life to the game. But for some reason, she wasn’t inclined to sacrifice the connection she shared with Masaki so easily.
Call it love, call it lust, but whatever it was had a hold on her. Enough of a hold that she worried about their ability to survive the hell they’d find themselves in.
“Set up a meeting with the other side. The leader, ‘Sop. He and I are gonna figure this shit out. I want this done. Brownsville almost burned to a crisp last week. We’ve gotta find some middle ground quick before there are more casualties.”
“I’ll get back to you when I have something in place.”
She ended the call and took a deep breath. Brownsville couldn’t suffer any more than it had. And maybe if she settled this shit, she could find a way to keep Masaki out of all of this. Maybe she could find a way to keep him in her life too.
4
M asaki stood at the window in his Flatlands Avenue office, looking at the passing traffic. Watching the blur of vehicles pass one by one calmed him, keeping him settled enough to piece his thoughts together. “Boss, did you hear me?”
Masaki nodded his reply to a sitting Izzy. He’d heard every word his second had told him. The Brownsville Council was pushing for a summit to discuss a truce.
The balls of this council galled Masaki. They’d terrorized his operation for months, and now they thought they had enough power to bring terms to Masaki. If this call had come a week before, he would’ve ignored it and sent his men in on a rampage instead. But, he and Oshun had moved in together, and she needed him. Starting a war would impede his ability to be there.
She was skittish. She only brought one suitcase full of clothing with her, and she refused to put her house up for sale. He knew she was keeping it as a fall back. Her refusal to sell her home was a just-in-case-this-doesn’t-work-out sort of thing. He wanted to argue it, but, he knew if he pushed, she might bolt.
He couldn’t risk it. He could not give her cause to leave. More and more he noticed the pull this woman had on him. Her presence was enough to make him rethink everything in his life, including how he ran his business.
“Set up the meeting, Izzy. I want this finished,” he answered, his back still facing his second-in-command as he continued to gaze out of the office window.
“You sure you want to go out like this? You give these fools a sign of weakness and they’ll keep coming for you.”
