I didn’t try to eavesdrop. I just stacked the cups neatly on the rack.
“Man, you know how I do,” he said into the phone. “Yeah, I’m wit’ her.”
My ears perked up at that, but I kept my face neutral.
He laughed at whatever his friend said. “Aight, I’ll hit you later,” he said finally before ending the call just as my phone rang.
I reached for it on the edge of the counter as I felt Ahmad move behind me. He whispered in my ear, “Don’t answer it.”
Naturally, I answered it on speakerphone. “Hey, girl.”
Her ass didn’t even say hello. “Girl, tell me why this man had the audacity…”
I tuned her out the second I felt hands sliding my robe up over my ass. I put the call on mute so fast. “Ahmad…”
He didn’t even pretend to hear me. He gripped my hips, spread me open, and pulled me back to his mouth like I was a plate he wasn’t done with. I damn near levitated.
“Hello? Girl, what are you doing?” Shonica asked, pausing her rant.
I squeezed my eyes shut, lips trembling as I took the call off mute. “Nothing. Just… working out.”
“Working out? Stop lying.”
Ahmad chuckled low at that before he slurped on my clit like a Georgia peach, causing a moan to slip from my lips. “Mmm, shit…”
Shonica gasped. “Bitch! What wasthat? I know you arenot!”
“I’m not!” I lied terribly, my voice climbing a whole octave as he devoured my pussy with his tongue, going crazy. I was dripping, squirming, and gripping the edge of the sink for dear life. My legs felt like they were about to give out.
“Uh-huh,” she said. “So you just moan like that during cardio? Did you even hear what I’ve been saying for the last ten minutes?!”
I felt Ahmad’s tongue flick my asshole, and I damn near knocked my phone on the floor. “God… Shon, I… I gotta go.” I ended the call before she could say anything else and dropped a little lower onto his mouth. My orgasm hit me so hard, I was seeing stars trying to hold myself up. “Fuuuckkkk!”
“Mmm,” he grunted, slapping my ass cheeks. Turning my head, I saw him stand up and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes scanned my body like he was deciding which part to ruin next as he dropped his sweats and boxer briefs.
“Ahmad…” I gasped, gripping the counter as he dragged the head through my wetness, slow enough to make my legs shake.
“Relax,” he murmured behind me, one hand sliding up my back. “Lemme fuck you into a mornin’ nap.”
And then he pushed inside me, and my whole body damn near gave out. “Jesus…”
“Mhm.” His fingers dug into my hips. “I know. Take it.”
The kitchen filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, my moans getting caught in my throat every time he bottomed out. It was messy, obscene, the kind of fucking that should not be happening at ten o’clock on a Sunday morning. He picked up the pace, long strokes that had my forehead pressed to the faucet.
“Shit…” I cried out, pushing back into him, chasing that orgasm. “Right there… fuck… don’t stop.”
“I’m not stoppin’ a damn thing,” he said, breath thick against my shoulder. “You feel too fuckin’ good.”
He reached forward, sliding his hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit in tight circles while he fucked me from behind like he was losing his mind. I jerked, almost collapsing, but he pulled me back into him, chest against my back, his voice low in my ear. “You love this dick, Tae? Huh?”
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling myself getting close.
“Nah.” He slapped my ass, hard enough to echo. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I fucking loveee itttt!”
“Yeah.” His grip tightened. “That’s more like it.” He bent down and bit my shoulder lightly, then kissed the spot like he owned it. My legs trembled, my breath caught, and every stroke hit that place that made my eyes roll back.
