“Okay. Good night. Let me know if you need anything.”
Niyah cheeks warmed. It was the result of being cared for, a feeling she wasn’t accustomed to. She cupped his chiseled jaw and ran her thumb along the stubble from his five o'clock shadow. “Xander, you are so very thoughtful,” she told him in an uncharacteristically sultry voice. “You don’t have to be here, I know that. You should know that I really appreciate you for that.”
Niyah stood and leaned to kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” she said in a whisper.
She turned to leave, but Xander caught her by the wrist and yanked her body against his. When Niyah looked up, it was like she was looking into the eyes of a different man. Oceanic blues turned into dark pools of sapphire.
Xander snaked an arm around her waist and gripped her ass. He pulled until her pelvis was pressed against his thigh and glared down at her as if she were prey. “I am no gentleman,” he hissed. “Niyah, I am neither sweet nor thoughtful. Please, make no mistake. I want to fuck you! I wanna fuck you long! And I wanna fuck you hard!”
Niyah’s breath hitched. She was frozen with every limb in rigor from the words that had slithered through his full, suckable lips. “I-I-”
“Shhh,” he shushed, pushing her back down on the sofa.
Swiftly, and with no resistance from her, he peeled her leggings from her body and pushed her legs apart. With histeeth, Xander gathered a mouthful of her lacy panties and ripped them from her pussy.
“Xander,” Niyah whispered with a hint of caution. “What are you doing?”
Xander’s gaze turned dark as he licked her hot, swollen clit.
Niyah inhaled a sharp breath and threw her head back against the sofa. She grabbed the back of his head and lifted her hips in an effort to get her pussy closer to his face, but Xander gripped her hips, holding her in place. He planted his face between her thighs and feasted on her pussy. He teased around her clit and licked her wet folds. Niyah's moans escalated as he flicked his warm, wet tongue repeatedly on her clit. She nearly lost control when Xander loosened his grip on her hips. Niyah fisted a handful of soft, thick strands of his dark hair and frantically fucked his face. High-pitched cries of passion bounced off the walls of her living room as he worked her pussy over; licking, flicking, sucking, and teasing it until she lost it all.
Niyah cried out unabashedly when Xander sucked her clit into his mouth and moaned against it. Cumming was not sufficient enough to describe Niyah’s experience. Shattered was more like it. Like a wounded animal, she howled as she fell completely apart.
Niyah was struggling to control her breathing when Xander stood to his feet. She gazed up at him, spent and filled with desire. With his mouth still covered in her satisfaction, he grinned with a raised brow. He massaged the massive bulge behind his pants and raised a devious brow. “I’m no gentleman.”
To Niyah’s utter shock and disappointment, he walked away, taking his big dick with him, leaving her wide-legged, wet, and desperately wanting more.
***
After wrapping her locs into a high bun, Niyah glossed her lips and stepped back to check herself in the mirror. For some strange reason, she was more conscious of the way she looked than the day before.
Xander’s seduction and cessation last night had her fucked up in the head. So much so that she’d obsessed, uncharacteristically, in the mirror twenty minutes more than usual. She smiled, somewhat satisfied with her hair and makeup. But her smile fell when her eyes lowered to her dowdy green scrubs. “At least they're clean,” she muttered with a shrug.
Niyah left her bedroom and headed down the hall to the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Xander greeted with a smile when she entered.
“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Like a baby,” he responded with a crooked grin that made her nervous. “How ‘bout you? How’d you sleep, Niyah?”
“Fine,” Niyah muttered, quickly looking away.
She walked over to the coffee pot. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be used as a distraction when Xander reached around her, offering her favorite mug filled with coffee.
Niyah accepted the cup and turned to face him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His deep, sultry baritone sent jolts of remembrance to her pussy.
Niyah shook away her desperation and cleared her throat. “Xander, I’m gonna drive myself to work today.”
Xander frowned. She could see confusion in his expression. “Why? Is this about last night? I--”
“No,” Niyah responded. The last thing she wanted to do was have a conversation about the night before. “I just need to stop by my mom’s house before work. I don’t want to make you late.”
Still frowning, Xander tilted his head. “I’m the boss. Work starts when I get there.”
“Must be nice,” Niyah said with a nervous chuckle.
