“How you wanna go back? You want me to take you back over there or put you in another Uber?”
“I’m not going back there.”
He laughs so hard that my mouth curves into a smile just from the sound of it. “You gotta start listening to me. You understand, baby? Kenny will kill me. Tell me you’re gonna go back home after this.”
“No,” I grunt. “So stop telling me that.”
He snorts, letting out a low chuckle. “And you wonder why I’m scared of your lil’ hardheaded ass?”
I bask in the hard way his fingers push into my side while he pulls me back onto my knees, where I wait for the inevitable.
I might be even higher now because I swear I can hear every breath he takes behind me. If I had known that good weed made me fly, I wouldn’t have waited so long to try it again, and if I knew that a man like Rich could make me feel everything I’ve never felt I would’ve been searching for him all along.
“Ri—” I whine.
He pushes his tongue between my folds until I choke and now I think I know why AJ would never let me have this. It’s too damn good. It’s like Rich is planting little ecstasy bombs along each part of my pussy—between the folds, along the lips, and right over my clit. He flicks his tongue against it in a slow back-and-forth motion that makes me push against his face until his nose ends up in that forbidden place where his tongue had been.
“Rich!” I yelp.
He moans back incoherently while I try to dig my broken fingernails into his granite countertop.
Oral with Rich isn’tanythinglike the fantasies my mind conjured up when AJ’s lips lingered below my stomach during sex.
How is it possible that reality is so much better?
How is it possible that I’ve gone my whole life without this man?
How is it possible that I let AJ between my legs before I let Rich?
How could I have been so stupid?
I choke out an agonizing whimper. “Rich?”
“What’s wrong?” he gasps.
“Ihatehim,” I blubber out between moans.
“Who?”
“I hate AJ!”
“Okay, baby,” he coos, kneading my ass and pulling me closer to his mouth. “It’s okay.”
“I hate himsomuch. You don’t even understand…”
“Make me understand then.”
He stabs his tongue so deep inside of me that my eyes roll back and I fumble against the island in a wet, sweaty heap. He doesn’t let me stay there for long before he stealthily replaces his tongue with one of those long, rough fingers I’ve been obsessing over. He pushes it so deep inside me that I fall forward until he slaps my ass again.
“Get up and talk to me—make me understand,” he grunts, stabbing it in and out of me in a slow, grueling motion that makes me forget all those little finger jobs AJ gave me before we finally had sex.
Rich works his finger in a dizzying rhythm. He only pauses long enough to plant his moist lips back between my legs and suckle on my clit, and I feel the pressure in my stomach first. It creeps along my belly and sends me crawling away from his lips and finger.
“Where you going? We supposed to be talking like friends do.” He yanks me back by my ankle, laughing. “I thought you was my friend?”
His syrupy sweet voice makes my arms give out and I fall against the island. “I am…”
He drags me back with ease, letting the cold granite soothe my hot nipples as he sticks his long finger back inside me.
