When we pulled up to her building, she groaned. “KJ’s asleep.”
She tried to shake him gently, but he didn’t budge. Kinsley was out too.
“I got him,” I said. “You take Kinsley. Leave the car seat. I’ll come back for it.”
She hesitated, then nodded.
We carried them inside and up the stairs. She unlocked the door one-handed easily, like she had done it a thousand times.
“You can lie him in his bed. Through the dining room and down that hall.”
I nodded and followed her instructions.
As I walked KJ toward his room, I passed the dining area and realized it doubled as her art space. Canvases leaned against walls and paint was on the table.
She’d been impressed by Aria’s house. I was impressed by this. She had made a beautiful and comfortable home with what she could. Anytime a woman had a home that I felt I could relax in, that was a plus.
I laid KJ down, then came back out.
At the same time, Rhythm stepped out of a room, closing the door softly.
We stood there, awkwardly and nervously.
I knew I should leave. But I didn’t want to.
My eyes studied her, her curves, the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed, the way her nipples protruded through her dress.
She cleared her throat, saying, “Thank you for the r—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I closed the space between us, pinned her gently against the wall, and kissed her. She moaned into my mouth before she could control herself. Our lips locked in a kiss that had been building between us for what felt like forever. Every brush of her fingers on my arm ignited something deep inside me. Now, with our mouths devouring each other, tongues sliding and tangling frantically, I couldn't fight it anymore. The anticipation clawed at me, demanding release.
It wasn't just the thirst to fuck her that drove me. I thought I would never be able to let anyone get this close again. After what Tempo did, I'd built walls higher than this one behind us. No one got in anymore, not like this. But with Rhythm, that door was reopened without her even trying. Her eyes made me feel safe. Each stare felt like a promise that she wouldn't break me. I couldgive myself to her, let her handle me, and she wouldn't turn it into weapons.
My hands slid down her sides. I gripped her dress and lifted it slowly, bunching it up around her hips, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs. She gasped into my mouth but didn't pull away. Her body arched toward me instead.
I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, opening that pussy up. Touching her panties, I felt that the thin lace was already damp with her arousal. That shit made my dick even harder. I tugged them aside, revealing her wet, glistening folds that made my mouth water.
That pussy was pretty, pink, and swollen, begging for my attention.
She looked down at me, and I could see her chest heaving with each heavy breath she took. Anticipation drew lines of desire across her forehead. She reached and gently slipped my glasses off and set them aside on the nearby table. The world blurred a little without them, but I still clearly saw her.
I leaned in, and dove right in. My tongue flattened against her slick entrance, lapping upward in a long, slow stroke that gathered her wetness and sent it flooding my senses. It was salty-sweet and intoxicating. She shuddered and her thigh tensed on my shoulder. I gripped her hips to lock her in place, as I parted her folds with my thumbs for better access. My mouth sealed over her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking my tongue in quick circles around the sensitive nub. Her hips bucked involuntarily, but I held her in place, not letting her escape the building pressure.
I alternated between sucking her clit and digging my tongue inside her, thrusting it deep into her tight heat, mimicking what I wanted to do with my dick as soon as possible. She tasted like pure need. Her juices coated my chin as I worked herrelentlessly. I could feel her walls clenching around my tongue. When I grazed my teeth lightly over her clit—just enough to tease without pain—she let out a sharp cry, but she clamped her free hand over her mouth, muffling it into a desperate whimper.
Her other hand gripped the top of my hand and pulled me closer as she rode my face. Her breaths came in ragged bursts through her fingers. I didn't let up, sliding one hand up to join my mouth. My finger circled her entrance before pushing inside and curling upward to stroke that spot that made her knees buckle. She moaned again, biting down on her palm to stifle the sound. I added a second finger, pumping them in and out while my tongue lashed her clit faster. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and dripped down my hand. Her body trembled. Her muffled cries grew more frantic, like she was fighting to keep silent while chasing the edge.
RHYTHM BROOKS
The wave crashed over me like nothing I'd felt in years. My body seized up as the orgasm ripped through me. It was the hardest one I'd had in forever. Sincere's mouth was magic on my pussy. His soft lips sucked and teased my clit with just the right pressure. His tongue swirled in ways that hit every nerve ending like he'd mapped me out in his mind. His mouth felt like velvet fire, drawing out every quiver and pulse until I shattered. My walls clenched around his thrusting fingers while stars exploded behind my eyelids. I bit down on my hand to muffle the scream building in my throat, but it still came out as a choked sob. My hips ground against his face as I rode the peak, soaking his chin and lips with my release.
When it finally came down, my head spun like leaves in a storm. I could barely process the world beyond the throbbing ache between my legs. Sincere stood up slowly. His hands steadied my hips as my leg slipped from his shoulder and hit the floor with a soft thud. My knees wobbled, threatening to give out, but before I could catch my breath, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing. He sat me down on the edge of the table. Hiselbow swept aside the clutter of paints, brushes, and sketchpads with a clatter that barely registered in my haze.
I looked up at him, heart hammering, still in disbelief that this fine-ass nigga was about to fuck me right here. His gaze locked onto mine, like he was promising to wreck me in the best way, to drive into me until I forgot everything but him. Heat pooled low in my belly again just from that stare, and my pussy clenched in anticipation.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and freed his dick from his pants. God, it was perfect. It was pretty and thick, veined just right, big enough to stretch me but not scare me, with that same warm tan hue as the rest of his gorgeous body. My mouth watered instantly. I craved his taste. I wanted to wrap my lips around that head and suck until he groaned. But he didn't give me the chance. His hands gripped the backs of my knees, pushing them up and back toward my shoulders, folding me open wide on the table. Then, with one smooth thrust, he drove his dick straight into my soaked pussy.
My eyes rolled back hard, and a gasp tore from my throat at the sheer bliss of him filling me. He slid deep into my core like he belonged there. It felt so damn good. His length hit spots that made my toes curl. He started fucking me right away, pulling out almost to the tip before plunging back in. His dick was big, reaching so deep it brushed my cervix on every stroke, but it wasn't painful. It was just intense, perfect pressure that had me craving him more, craving him deeper and harder.
