His mouth covers the puckered hole between my glutes, and my voice climbs into a piercing yelp that makes my vocal cords tingle. “Ri—Da—Pup.”
All the names I associate with him fumble together into one big unintelligible ball—even the one I keep locked away in my subconscious. It’s the one that random girl typed out proudly in her text. AJ always begged me to moan it out when we made love, but I could never say it. With Rich, it shoots up my throat in a terrifyingly easy way without him even having to bury his dick inside me. I hold on tight to it in case it tries to fight its way out again.
“Oh my…God…” my voice trembles.
His tongue swirls around the hole, stabbing at its entrance, and the cold pendant from his necklace slaps against my wet lips. I slide forward and try to claw my way across the counter, but his hand lands against my ass in another one of those stinging slaps that hurts so good.
“Where you going?” he murmurs from behind me. “Come back.”
“But… I never—nobody ever did that to me.”
“I know. That’s why you gotta let me show you how good it feels,” he coos.
My body relaxes underneath his hands, and I collapse, letting my face fall against the cold granite. The coarse hairs from hisgoatee tickles the thin skin between my cheeks, and I yelp out another carnal moan while I relax my clenched muscles, finally letting him in. His tongue pushes through—darting in and out in a dizzying rhythm that makes me forget where I am and that certain thoughts are supposed to stay in my head.
“I just want you so bad,” I cry, gasping between each word. “I just wanna be your friend.”
Tears line my tear ducts and coat my lashes while the words pour out of me in a way that makes my fingers curl against his countertop.
Friend?
God, what was I? Twelve?
I drop my head into the crook of my arm, letting out a deep groan.
“But I thought Lovie Sinclair didn’t beg to be nobody’s friend,” he murmurs back, laughing. “What happened, baby?”
“You.” I hiccup.
“What I tell you about friends?”
“That…that they’ll only get me in trouble.”
“Uh-huh. So you gonna let me get you in trouble?”
I nod.
He lets out a quiet tsk. “Hardheaded.”
There’s an embarrassing puddle beneath my cheek made up of tears and drool because I can’t close my mouth or dry my tear ducts.
I choke on a gasp.
Terrica was such a fuckin liar.
She had to know that Rich was everything a girl like me would want. How could she possibly think that I wouldn’t figure out he had always been my type? I was just too busy being blinded by promises of Chanel, Paris Fashion Week, and French 75s.
Rich wasn’t from some affluent suburb, he didn’t go to private school, and he didn’t surprise me with a new Chanel bag after beating me senseless. He was from right here off Joliet and Pine, he went to Carter Wesley High, he had no plans outside of being a fighter at Lucky’s, and he holds me like the baby I am when I’m scared.
He lays another wet kiss on that one forbidden hole then leaves a trail of them as he journeys to another place AJneverput his lips.
He breathes over my wet mound. “You gonna let me in?”
I nod, croaking out an unintelligible word.
“Then you gonna let me finish feeding you dinner and you gonna go back over to Chantilly, huh? Because we really not supposed to be doing this.”
His warm breath tickles my exposed bottom and my legs slide across the counter while I shake my head. Anotherthwacklands against my ass, and I’m happy for it because these are the slaps I should take in stride. They’re the ones I should revel in and smile at when I’m thinking about them on a random Tuesday.
