Now, with sex in the mix without the pressure of romantic expectations, it’s the best of both worlds.
I down the drink, grab a thermos of water, and head to the spare bedroom-turned-home gym. I work most nights, and sometimes I need to burn off the extra energy after a shift. I like the convenience. The privacy. My own space. My own things. Things I worked hard for. Earning them all. That’s important to me.
Lying back on the bench, I grab a pair of dumbbells and press them straight up, then lower them again, grunting through each rep. I’m naturally lean, building muscle easily. Genetics, I assume. Not that I know much about mine.
C asked if I wanted to do one of those ancestry kits. I didn’t. Jasinder was bad enough. Why would I go looking for the man who didn’t want me then? A man who may still not want to be found. Worse, a man I could find, then wish I hadn’t.
Naw. I don’t need that shit.
I shove the unwelcome thoughts back in their dark corner and work my delts. Sweat drips down my bare chest and abs, dampening the waistband of my nylon shorts. The burn feels good. Not as good as fucking Lot, but I doubt waking her up for another round would go over well. The woman loves her sleep.
After an hour—drenched and buzzed on endorphins—I chug my water and drag a towel over my face and torso. I hear her soft footsteps out in the hall, and a moment later, Lot appears in the doorway. Bonnet gone, locs loose, wearing nothing but a thong and cropped tee that saysEat Me! I’m Vagitarian.
My kind of meal.
“Come here.”
The defiant part of her won’t let her comply right away. She makes me wait to prove she’s not submitting, that it’s her choice. Which is exactly how I want it.
She pushes off the doorjamb and walks toward me, hips swaying, tits bobbing. Her gaze slides over me—face, shoulders, chest—traveling down my abs to the damp trail of hair disappearing into my shorts. Then lower, to where my legs straddle the bench.
“Did you wear that for me?” I ask.
“You never crossed my mind.”
“You’re such a liar. And a tease.” I reach for her and press my face to her stomach. Soft and warm. I breathe her in. Scented body butter and the remnants of hard, grinding sex.
Fuck, I want her.
I kiss her belly and push up her shirt, my gaze stopping dead on her bare tits and the way they look filling my hands. I circle her pouty nipples and trap one between my fingers and thumb, giving it a tug.
“Dice,” she moans, thrusting her breasts into my touch, her breath hitching as I go back to circling them both.
She drops onto my lap, slapping our pelvises together, grabbing the back of my head and crushing her mouth to mine in a kiss that’s all tongue and turned-on woman. I abandon her breasts and slide my hands along her thighs, thick and smooth like butter, then around to her bare cheeks. Every place on her body is a treasure to find and explore.
My fingertips trace the top of the material that dwindles into a narrow band riding the seam of her ass until they reach the connecting panty. Damp with her desire, I move the swatch aside and play with her pussy, running my fingertips up and down her core.
“Dice.” She rocks her hips. “Make me come.”
My erection sparks a new uproar. There’s a ragged desperation in her plea, a neediness that turns my guarded Lot into something baser. I love it when she gives up the fight for control and just letsgo.
Breaths coming in gusts, I urge her up and slide the waistband of her panties down, dragging them over her hips. She wiggles out of them and kicks the thong off her feet. I bring her back to me, lowering my head to kiss the triangle of hair. Then I lie back, bringing her with me.
Spread over my chest, she’s pink and glistening. “Sit on my face.”
“I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“A happy mandied between my thighs.Put that on a T-shirt.It’ll be a best seller.”
Her laugh melts into a moan when I pull her upward, and tucking my arms beneath her hips, I lift her to my mouth. Not wasting another second, I dive into the slick flesh, eating her hard and fast, groaning with a savage desire to drive her wild.
“Yes.” She rubs against me, her eyes on mine, the connection between us unbroken as I spear the tip inside her pussy, feeling it tremble and contract. Her legs shake. “Oh fuck, it’s so good.”
She tightens her fingers on my scalp, writhing, her moans growing louder and longer.
I grab her ass, yanking her into the plunges of my tongue.
She circles one of my wrists and directs my hand inside the crevice. “Mark me there with your fingers. I know I’ll come so hard.”
