Synopsis: Stack absolutely hates when you post on social media.
Warnings: Heavy Smut, degrading, overstimulation, Stack is insatiable, pregnant sex, cursing, use of N word, overstimulation, squirting, Stack talks you through it.
Part 1
Part 2
MINORS DNI
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You were the perfect picture of innocence. A rare beauty that stopped anyone dead in their tracks, with a smile so warm they could practically melt. A southern belle with an accent thick enough to make anyone swoon. You had always been the center of attention and yet remained humble enough to ignore it.
You also ignored all the boys that tried to tie you down, not interested in the cookie cutter, goodie two shoes that were convinced theyâd be perfect for you.
Your mother begged you to settle down with a good man like Johnny, who goes to church every Sunday, or Thomas, who was the pastors son. But you didnât care for them, they bored you out of your mind. Too soft to handle you like how you truly wanted.
You were convinced that Mississippi didnât have the version of the man you craved and that at some point youâd have to settle for one those men your mom kept trying to put you on to.
That was until the twins moved back. You hadnât heard of them, too busy wrapped inside your own little world to worry about what others had going on but once they came back, the word spread like wildfire. The flames were big enough to knock the walls down of your domaine and the whispers echoed loudly in your ears.
âHeard they just came back from Chicago.â
âI heard they was over there stealing and killing people.â
âIâm surprised they ainât locked up. Somebody should do something.â
You minded your business though, tended to your horses, dogs and your bakery business.
Cookies, pies, cakes, brownies and just about anything sweet that you could name, was your specialty. You started getting called Peaches for your obsession with making peach cobbler and handing it out to your neighbors. You had learned to cook and bake from a very early age, your mother making sure you knew how to throw down in the kitchen so that you could impress your potential husband.
But you didnât care for that, you learned because you liked it, loved it actually, and eventually you took your talents elsewhere.
To Tik Tok.
Pink kitchen and utensils caught the attention of millions of people who liked to watch you do what you do best. You hadnât expected the surge of attention, the videos only being posted in hopes to your reach your friends and family, but the algorithm had other plans. And so thatâs how you spent your days, tending to your animals and baking sweets for your millions of fans and to share with your neighbors. Eventually you became the talk of the town, everybody wanted to try a piece of your desserts and before you knew it, you had people showing up at your doorstep asking for anything, a crumb even.
One night, while you were preparing sugar cookies, you heard a knock at your door that wasnât frantic like it usually was. It was slow and loud. Just two knocks.
You wiped your hands on your pink apron, long curly light brown hair cascading down your back as you walk towards the entrance, the shorts you wore barely covered your ass and the cropped tank top hugged your upper body tight. You werenât expecting anyone this late, no one usually showed up at this time.
The clock ticked to 11PM just as your hand reached the handle. A man, who you hadnât seen before, stood there in a all black suit. His face was expressionless but his eyes stayed on the way your cheeks reddened before they traveled down your body, zeroing in on the deep brown moisturized skin that glowed against the moonlight.
Something about his demeanor made your stomach turn, nerves clawing at your body, but there was something else, a heat hidden behind the fear.
âOh. Hi! H-How may I help you?â Your voice was soft and something about it caused Stackâs jaw to tick slightly, that and the way you smelled of fresh vanilla and peaches.
âEvenin maâam. Namesâ Stack. My apologizes for disturbing you so late. Iâm here on behalf of Mrs. Delphine, says her husband sick and in the hospital again, been craving sum of them lemon cookies you be making.â
His voice was deep and rough in a way that would send anybody else running. Accent slow like molasses and thick just like yours. Your thighs clenched before you could stop yourself.
âOh um. Y-yeah. I have some. I just gotta pack them up for him. Umââ You hesitated, teeth sinking into your plush lip before mentally telling yourself âFuck itâ.
âUmâ Do you want to come in and wait while I get everything together?â
Stack nodded, a small smirk appeared on his lips before he stepped inside your little world that you had carefully crafted for yourself.
And the rest was history.
Your viewers started to notice the change, the way you recorded videos with a smile so wide youâd think the measuring cups had told you a joke. They noticed how softer you were, the dreamy look on your face and the way you just glowed.
Assumptions about a man being in the picture were in almost every single video you posted. You didnât bother confirming nor denying anything. Just let them keep guessing.
Until you popped out with a ring on your finger. You werenât even bothering on being discreet, your perfectly manicured hand was all in the camera as you recorded how you baked a cheesecake. The boulder on your finger catching the light and making its presence known.
You tried to remove the ring, your audience too distracted by it to pay attention to what you were making but Stack wasnât having that. Not one bit.
âStop fucking playin with me. Put that shit back on.â
He groaned as he watched the video you had posted without it. Stack didnât even have a tik tok account before you, didnât even care about anything pertaining to social media. But once the two of you got together, he made sure to watch anything you posted.
âUser3829928â liked your video.
He didnât even bother making a name for himself, didnât care to post or even watch anything else. His only purpose was to watch you. Sometimes youâd post things to get under his skin. A picture with a miniskirt that was wayyyy too short. A dress that hugged your curves too tight for a video on how to make homemade ice cream. Or starting a âget ready with meâ video in a silk robe that showed a little too much for him. Each time ended with you on your knees, attempting to apologize to him as he fucked your throat. You promised you wouldnât do it again through tears that seeped through the pillow case while he fucked you silly.
But you never kept your promises.
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You shouldnât have done it, but you were frustrated beyond belief. Stack had left early that morning with the lie stuck on his lips that heâd return in time to make cupcakes with you. It was a cute little tradition the two of you had started since you first got together.
Every Friday, the two of you would spend the day baking or cooking something. Anything.
Last Friday, Stack wanted tomato soup and grilled cheese. So the two of you spent the day making that, even had more than enough to send over to Smoke and Annie.
This Friday though, you and the small little bean growing inside of your belly were craving cupcakes and Stack had given you his word. Said he just had a few errands to run with Smoke and that heâd be back early enough to bake the cupcakes so that theyâd be ready by dinner time.
By 5PM you were still waiting for him, the pout on your face deepened as you texted him for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes.
By 5:30 you have had enough. You changed into a red halter top, mini dress that Stack had specifically bought just for you to wear for him, fluffed out your curls and touched up your makeup. You grabbed your phone, set it up on the tripod in the kitchen and started the live.
Comments flooded in seconds, compliments being thrown left and right. Some from the ladies but most from men.
âHi guys!â You waved to the camera, the stack of bracelets dancing loudly on your wrist. âItâs a bit late but I was planning on making cupcakes so I figured you guys would like to join me.â Your smile was sweet, as it always was. No one suspected your ulterior motives.
No more than 5 minutes of you starting, your iPad started ringing. Your phone, which was placed on DND, recorded as you watched your iPad ring before shutting it off.
It only took Stack 20 minutes to drive home. You were distracted, too deep into explaining your recipe to notice him walk into the kitchen. His heavily tatted arms were crossed across his chest, his body stiff behind your phone. White T shirt clung to his muscles, black jeans handing low on his hips, some Jordanâs and chains sitting heavy on his pretty neck.
âOkay so make sure that youâre adding enough vanilla extract or itâs going to taste likeââ You jumped once you noticed him, heart racing loudly in your chest. The viewers noticed, half concerned, half excited to maybe get a glimpse of your man.
âIs that him?â
âOmg donât tell me weâre about to meet Mr.Peaches himself.â
âGuys have you noticed that she looks a bit pregnant here?â
Stack eyed you. Fully. From the top of your head, down to the French tip pedicure on your toes. He clenched his jaw as he looked at the dress you wore.
âEnd the live fa me, baby.â You bit the side of your bottom lip, eyes wide and staring up at him. Somewhat embarrassed that this was happening on live, somewhat turned on from the intensity of his stare.
âIâIâm not done, papa.â
âI know you ainât done but we gotta talk, so end the live.â
âOoop not my good sis done fucked upâ
âShiiiitttt girl he sound like he not playing, ga head and end the live.â
âWhy do I feel like Iâm the one getting in trouble?â
You nodded. âOkay guys, Iâll see yall in a bit.â The screen went dark as soon as the live ended. You locked your phone and placed it on the counter. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you but pretended not to.
âYou like playing with me?â Stack slowly walked up to you.
âStackââ
âNah, answer me. You like pissing me off?â He stood right in front of you, arms on either side, holding on to the counter behind you. He leaned down and it took everything in you not to throw yourself into his warmth. He smelled of cologne and weed, scent strong enough to make you dizzy with desire.
âNoâŚâ your lips formed a pout, eyes wide in the way you knew could get you anything you wanted. His lips twitched, trying hard not to smirk at how cute you looked. âGet ya ass upstairs. Now.â
âBut-â
âNow, baby.â
You nodded, and headed up the stairs with him trailing behind you. He didnât like being mean to you, you were too sweet for that, but he was never afraid to put you in your place.
You sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to walk in, your nerves were through the roof but you also lived for the thrill and he knew that. Stackâs steps were heavy, you expected him to walk right to you, to grab you up and choke you like how he always does but instead he walks to the vanity that sat across from the bed. You watched the muscles on his back move, his big frame blocking what he was doing.
After a few seconds of messing around, he turned and walked to you. His hand gently gripped your jaw, thumb smoothing circles onto your skin. âYou wanted my attention, mama? Huh? Thatâs why you did that?â
You nod, face formed into a pout. This wasnât usual for him, the gentleness after you piss him off.
âNah speak up. Tell me what the problem is.â Your breath stutters and eyebrows furrow in confusion. His voice was soft, the complete opposite of what you were expecting. âSpeak, mama. Iâm here now. Tell me whatâs up.â
Your mouth opens, getting ready to spill your truth, to admit that your hormones and emotions were completely out of wack and all you wanted was your man.
Stack lowers down to his knees, his hands pull your dress up in one quick motion. A small gasp escapes your mouth when he presses a kiss to your knee, trailing his lips further up your thigh. âI donât hear you.â He looks up at you, waiting for you to say something, anything.
âIâItâs just that I-â Stack spreads your legs further, prompting you to lean back on to your elbows. He digs his nose onto the damp spot of your panties, groaning at your scent. Your breathing picks up, hands already gripping onto the sheets and body slightly trembling.
âMm, so fucking sensitive.â He places a kiss to your covered mound before gripping the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs. âI donât hear you talking.â
You whimpered at the heat of his face so close to where you needed him the most. âEliasâ You softly begged.
âNah, none of that. I ainât moving till you speak.â
You groan, laying your body down fully as your eyes stare up at the ceiling. âI just⌠I really wanted cupcakes and you promised me youâd make them with meââ Stack dug his face in your drenched pussy, tongue flattening on your clit before pulling back. A moan stops you mid sentence, eyes drifting down to him as you watch him spit. His fingers mix it with your essence before slowly pushing into your tight hole.
âEliiiasssssâ Your back arches, small belly bump covering the way he leans in and wraps his lips around your aching clit.
âI ainât tell you to stop, did I?â His fingers curl inside of you, moving faster as his tongue continuously laps up your juices. âTalk to me. Iâm listening.â
âF-Fuck!â Your moans mixed into whimpers, already feeling the coil forming in your stomach. âDonât stop.â You gasped, eyes rolled to back of your head while Stack feasted on you.
He smacked the inside of your thigh with his free hand. âKeep talking or ima stop.â You felt him slow down, face slowly pulling back just as you were about to cum.
âFuuuuckk, okay okayyy. I just, I needed you hereââ Stack hummed in satisfaction, fingers continuing to slowly pump in and out of you while he watched you try not to fall apart. âAâAnd you were gone for a long timeââ You couldnât stop whimpering, pregnancy making you extra sensitive to his touch.
âMhm and what else, mama?â
You squirmed, full body trembling from the feel of his fingers reaching deep inside of you as he slightly picked up his pace. âEliasss fuucckkkk.â
âKeep going, you doing good, baby.â He placed kisses to your clit, holding you right at the edge of that breaking point.
âFuccckkkk, I just needed you here. I needed your attentionâ I just wanted you, daddy.â You sounded so sultry, voice high and full of moans.
âYeah? Thatâs all it was?â Stack puckered his lips around your clit again and let his tongue play with it. You cried out, hands reaching out to grab his head while your hips frantically moved up and down his face.
âYes! Yes! That was all, daddy. I swear!â It didnât take much for the restraint to snap, your juices decorated Stacks face and your body twisted and turned as if trying to find a place to store the pleasure you were feeling.
âYou so fucking wet, my god.â Stack moaned as he sucked and licked every drop from you. He stood to his full height, hands immediately reaching for his shirt and removing it. Next was his pants, thrown to the side along with his boxers. You moaned at the sight of him, tattoos tracing his front and back, including your name right along the side of his neck.
Stack grabbed your body and turned you to the side, then laid right behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest while the other one gripped your leg, lifting it high enough for your knee to reach his shoulder. âThis what you wanted, right?â You felt the head of his dick nudge your folds, drenching it in your essence. The sound was obscene. There was no denying how badly you needed him.
âYessssss.â You arched back onto him.
âGa head, take it. Take what you want.â
Your trembling hand reached down and grabbed his dick, slowly pushing it inside of you. Stack groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slowly moved his hips.
Moans escaped your open mouth as you felt the stretch from the pure girth he carried. âOh my god.â You cried out as he bottomed out, his full length deep inside of you while you clawed at his arm and the sheets. âFuck!â
âMhmm, take it, take that shit baby.â He sped up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you while you cried out every time he kissed your cervix.
âSâso big, papa!â You whined, already feeling the way your stomach was tightening again.
âI know baby, I know. But you can take it right? Look how good youâre doing. Taking all this big dick.â He grabbed your face and turned it to his. Your lips met in a slow dance that contrasted with the way he was fucking you. You couldnât stop moaning into his mouth, your face forming a small pout.
âDonât look at me like that. You wanted this right? Take it. Just like that.â His voice was like silk against your ears. Your hand weakly grabbed onto his arm as you squirted with every thrust.
âEliaaaassssss!â
âMhmmm, give it to me. Give me all that shit. Nut all on your dick, baby.â
Your body shook and bent against him but he wouldnât dare stop. You were nothing but gasps and whimpers, trying your best to come down from the intense high you just experienced.
Stack pressed your lips together again, tongue sneaking its way into your mouth. âOpen.â He spit into your mouth the second you followed his order. Hips still digging into you.
He slowed down and shifted so that heâd be able to deepen his strokes. You sobbed into his neck, your French tips pressing crescent moons on his thigh. His other hand rubbed your small but plump belly. âCum for me again. Do it. Let me see you break.â
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your juices sprayed out of you, another orgasm ripping through your body without permission.
âDrown me just like that. Keep going, donât fucking stop.â His lips were right by your ear, you heard every small groan, every breath and whisper that he tried to hide.
âOkaaayyyy.â You whined, feeling completely out of your own body.
You couldnât stop squirting, all you could was sob and try your hardest to gain some type of control of the situation but your body was overstimulated and done for. Stack didnât care though, he kept going. Dick sliding in and out of you with a wet splat each time he went all the way in.
âGood girl, mama. You gon let me ruin you like this, huh?â His strokes slowed down, you felt each inch of his thick cock trying to tear you apart.
âIâ I canât.â Your tears fell in waterfalls, short breaths turned into gasps as he continued to abuse your already swollen folds.
âYes you can. Come on, give me one more. You can do that for me, right?â
âI caaaannnt. Elias, I canât, fuck. I canât.â Your toes curled and your body hadnât stopped trembling since he started. You cried out over and over again as you reached a state of what felt like hysteria. He felt so good but you could barely breathe and were practically drooling. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and your juices drenched the mattress beneath you.
Stack reached his hand down and pressed a two fingers to your clit. Your jaw dropped, hand reaching back to lightly slap his chest over and over again, as he rubbed your nub in circles. Screams echoed throughout the room as your body practically convulsed.
âThere she go. Thatâs exactly where I want you. Just like that, baby. Stay just like that while I ruin you.â Your walls fluttered around his length, another orgasm threatening to destroy you. âBreathe. Let me hear you.â
You took a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut while you sobbed. âI love your dick, daddy. I love it so much!â You cried out loud.
âYea? This why yo ass pregnant now. Nasty ass girl.â
âKeep fucking me, please! You feel so good inside my pussy. Donât stop. Donât stop!â
He moaned against your ear, hips stuttering from trying to hold himself back. âLook at you. Dumb off of dick. They donât even know how you get. Tryna act all innocent for them peopleâIf only they fucking knew.â He sped up, hand lifting your leg higher to reach parts of you, you didnât even know could be touched. âYou love me, hm? Tell me you love me. Tell me Iâm the only nigga that could ruin you like this.â
âI love you! I love you! Iâm gonna cum. Fuck, Iâm gonna fucking cum, Elias. Oh my god!â The hand on your clit sped up to match his thrusts.
âSay it. Tell me this mine. Tell me I own you.â His strokes were brutal, all that was heard was the slapping of his skin against yours and the mess you were currently making. âThis my pussy, my body, my nut. All of it. Mine. You hear me? I own you, baby. All of you.â
âYes! Itâs yours. All yours! Fuck!â Your body snapped, shaking profusely as your cum flowed out of you. Stack whimpered, his thighs trembling as he filled you with his seed.
âOh fucckkkkâ he moaned against your shoulder, pressing kisses to your damp skin, trying his best to calm down. He slowed his movements, letting the both of you ride out the orgasm.
You twitched against him, slumped over in a state of absolute bliss. Stack kissed you all over, hands rubbing your sides to calm you down.
Your eyes opened slowly, looking around as if you couldnât believe that just happened. It felt like you had an out of body experience.
The vanity that sat right in front you, had your phone propped up and facing the both of you. Your eyes widen as you gasp.
Stack followed your eyesight, he chuckled slightly before getting up. Grabbing your phone, he pointed it right at your exhausted figure.
âThought Iâd keep this for memory as a reminder of what happens when you try to play with me.â You bit your lip, stomach turning in a way that it shouldnât have been after all that. But the thought of having a video of the two of you having sex, saved into your phone where you could watch whenever, caused a fire to burn deep within you.
âCome on, baby. Show the camera the mess we made.â A smirk played on your lips as you turn over. Back arched and chest pressed onto the bed, you reach back and open your folds with two fingers. Stack groans, moving the camera closer to catch the way his nut slides out of you.
âPerfect.â He moaned before turning it off and lightly spanked your ass.
âLetâs get you cleaned up before you get me started again.â You giggle as he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom.
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ę°ŕŚ ŕťęą. thinking about stack being a side nigga to a fine ass cougar. he the type of side dude that 100% knows his place. whoever your husband is, he honestly doesnât care as long as he has his time with you. he would believe the lies or possible truths you tell him about plans to leave your husband.
ę°ŕŚ ŕťęą. elias would be the shoulder your can cry on about your marriage. âan-and he just doesnât understand âlias itâs like he doesnât hear a word i sayâ, you sobbed in his arms, hiccuping. stack sighed though his nose, pressing his lips together and caressing your face, âyouâre okay baby, hear me? âm here.â
ę°ŕŚ ŕťęą. thinking about how elias may know youâre married to another man, but heâs the only one that owns that pussy. stack was slow stroking your pussy in missionary, ankles pushed behind your head as your phone began to ring. âeliasss stop, heâs callingâ, you slurred out while trying to reach for your phone. stack smirked, dick pulsing at the thought that formed in his head. âanswer for me baby. make sure you be quiet too.â as he began to circle your clit with the thick pads of fingers.
ę°ŕŚ ŕťęą. elias can be manipulative in yall situation sometimes. if heâs missing you real bad, heâll blow your phone up not caring if youâre with your husband. heâll leave a voicemail, âcome see me pretty mama. i miss you, you miss daddy? i know you do.â heâll also tell you anything you want to hear, to make you more reliant on him. youâll tell him how your husband is going through your phone, suspecting something. and elias talmat, âwhy he going through your phone? he miserable. not like you doin nothinâ wrong baby.â
ę°ŕŚ ŕťęą. stack wants you to eventually get caught up so he can have you to himself. in the beginning he didnât care and it was just fun. but now? heâs leaving lil shit at your house that you have to lie on the spot to your husband about.
ę°ŕŚ ŕťęą. he loves taking pictures and videos of yall having sex. âcome on mama, open them legs upâlet the camera see my nut all over that pretty pussy.â also his screen saver is you bent over in red panties with his tattooed hand grabbing your ass.
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đ sevâs comments âwhew idk how i came up with this, i got to the mic im like press record ah ah ah! im drop kicking my husband to be with dada. also splash of older!reader â i be tired of young ho fics sometimes.
Elias âStackâ Moore x Childhood Best friend!Reader
Trouble brews once Mary walks into the twinsâ juke joint, and you just wanna be the girl Elias likes. Part. 2
wc: 6,103
warnings: porn with lots of plot, jealous!dom!Elias, sub!reader, clit slapping, face-sitting, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v, dirty-talk, degradation (not tew much but itâs there), overstimulation (r receiving), rough sex, manhandling, slight tit sucking/licking, marking, creampie (gulp??), language, one klan mention, shitty southern writing
an: HEY GUYS!!! THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC EVER WOOHOO! (ignore how it took me a month to make it, iâve been going thru it man) iâm literally obsessed w sinners so hopefully i did stack justice! do yâall even read these? anyways
feedback is always appreciated n welcomed <3
Your hair was starting to cling onto your forehead as if you were drenched in sticky molasses.
The air was humid and dry; of course, this was a Mississippi custom, but it doesnât help that thereâs dozens of bodies stomping and prancing around.
Though you canât complain much, considering that you were right here with themâdancing as if you hadnât in years.
In a way, you haven't. You havenât felt a rush of autonomy and euphoria quite like this before.
With everyone being nothing but working busy-bodies, thereâs been little to no time to plan big events such as tonight. The lack of excitement has been a major factor too.
Hence why as soon as the Moore twins came back into town with the intention to open up their very own juke joint, everyone was on board.
The pair hadnât been seen here in seven years.
Seven long, cruel years without the twin youâve grown to love.
Stack.
Well, he was Stack to everyone else. But to you? He was still Elias. Your âLias.
Seven years without his lingering touches and pearly smiles.
You werenât the only one that missed him, it seems.
Your sister told you that when she went down near the train station, she was right there waiting for your Elias.
Mary was waiting.
You donât have a clue as to how she knew he was coming home before you did, considering that nobody from the Delta had heard from him except for you. And a letter from him was rather rare.
Mary had nearly thrown a fit once she saw him; it didnât help that Elias had turned down her persistent advances.
The lack of contact obviously sent her over the edge.
Apparently she mentioned their former relations; their connection being a secret to none.
You were envious of this; never jealous, but overcome by a feeling of want.
Growing up with the twins meant that the three of you were as close as can be. That being said, though, they looked at you as if you were their little sister. It was fine when Elijah assumed the role of a family member, but Elias?
Just thinking about it makes your heart ache.
You longed for the flirtatious remarks that heâd give off to any and every woman, a night filled with intimacy plagued your mind constantly.
But you got over it.
You had to. Not only for the sake of your friendship with Elias, but also because of his prolonged absence from town.
Thatâs why tonightâright now, you had to pump the breaks and focus on celebrating the twinsâ success.
Speaking of success?
You making your way over to the bar with your wobbly heeled-covered feet was a success. Surprisingly.
âSomeoneâs been dancinâ a lil too hard, huh?â Annie chortles, looking at you with nothing but sisterly-love, and a bit of amusement.
âOnly dancinâ I was doing was during my cookingânothinâ like this in a while,â you exclaim with bliss through a beaming smile. You huff as you sit down in front of the bar. âYâgot anythinâ good back here?â You motion to the bottles Annie has surrounding her.
âBetter than good,â Annie replies before ducking down and searching below the counter.
You brace your hands on the counter and slightly peer over at the woman, but then she pops up quicker than you can plop back down onto your chair. She quirks a brow at you before placing a bottle down in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â You question; if Annie didnât know any better, she wouldâve thought that it was Christmas morning with the way you were looking at the bottle.
âAuthentic Irish beer; straight from the north side of Chicago. Different from the rest theyâre sellinâ.â She replies. âYour man brought it specifically for youâmade me promise I wouldnât give it to nobody else, no matter how much they was payinâ.â
You bite back a smile at her words; you knew exactly who she was talking about.
âHe fixinâ to be Maryâs.â Your lips straighten, itâs bittersweet.
âThat so? âCause that ainât what I heard,â Annie muses, making you pause. You savor Annieâs words as if they were your holy grail. Was there a chance that Elias looked at you the same as you did him?
You crane your neck and your gaze is set over your shoulderâover at him.
He catches your eye and he gives you a cheeky smile, to which you return rather eagerly.
You hadnât had a single nonchalant bone in your body it seems.
Your shared staring was cut short as Mary forced Eliasâ attention back onto her, but it wasnât exactly a hard task for her.
Something about her was just so easy and simple, despite the ring shining on her hand that matched another manâs being anything but simple. The way that they connected even after all these years made you feel as if you swallowed a jar of mud.
After a few sips of beer, you canât help but let a smile rest on your face. Elias knew youâd love it, and it makes your heart dance.
Speaking of dancing, your dearest friend Pearline struts up to you with a grin that soared for miles.
âWhatâs got you cheesinâ all hard?â You raise your eyebrows at her, making her giggle.
âYâknow the Preacherâs boy? The one that was just singinâ?â Pearlineâs nearly jumping out of her skin with excitement.
âLilâ Sammie Moore? Course I do, why? Whatâd you do Pearl?â You gape at her and hold her hands tightly in yours.
âWellâŚâ She trails off. âLetâs just say, he showed me he ainât a boy, but a real man.â
Your eyes nearly bulge out of the sockets as you exclaim a Pearline! that could probably be heard for miles.
Pearline gushes, âHe made me feel things I ainât never felt before.â
âNot even with your mister?â You gasp.
âNot even close. And thatâs not all,â she pauses before looking around, then leaning in towards you.
âI wasnât even able to freshen up. He didnât want me to,â Pearline whispers.
You shout, then look around in embarrassment at your outburst; you shake Pearline vigorously by her shoulders and giggle some more.
You decide to look around the joint, and you coincidentally catch Sammie looking right at the back of Pearlineâs frame in utter awe.
You nudge Pearline, and she looks over at him with you. The look that she throws his way is nothing short of flirtatious.
âHe looked at ya like he wanted tâtake a bite,â you snicker.
Pearline looks at you mischievously, âFunny, considerinâ he already did.â You canât help but laugh.
âSo, yâthinkinâ bout singinâ like he said?â You ask.
Pearline hums, âMaybe. âM thinkinâ you should too.â
âNo, not happeninâ. Not a chance,â You scoff playfully.
Pearline whines and grabs your wrists. âCâmon, sista! Whenâs the last time you got the chance to do this?â She pouts, and tries hardest to make puppy-dog eyes at you.
âBesides, this could be yâchance to make a move on Stack. Ain't that whatcha been waitinâ for?â She drags.
You falter at the question she poses.
âTonightâs the night, sista.â Pearline murmurs softly.
Itâs crazy how you always get in your head when it comes to him.
The thing is, you werenât one to throw yourself out there just to entertain a man. No, that just wasnât your style.
But Godâtonight? His suit was fitting snug in all the right places, his grills glimmered dangerously in the dim lighting, and his eyes always found yours, recklessly.
You couldnât resist Elias Moore.
And right now, youâre starting to wonder if you ever could.
âYâbetter wrap that scarf on tight, Pearl,â you say as you grab her arm and start walking with her to the front. Pearline shrills and claps her hands with glee.
You saunter towards the stage with a pep in your step and your arm linked with a perky Pearline. Your heels clack on the wooden floors as you come face-to-face with the band and none other than Delta Slim, whoâs now grinning at you.
âBeen tryinâ to getcha to sing for years girl, whatâs with the change oâ heart?â He questions with a smirk, as if he already knew the answer. Youâre sure that he did with the way that his eyes looked past you and towards Elias.
âItâs a nice night, figured Iâd try sum different,â you shrug, trying to mask your sudden embarrassment. Pearline intertwines her hand with yours and uses her other one to gesture to the band. You inhale deeply while looking at her; she gives you a look of reassurance.
The patrons of the juke joint grow silent at the sight of you two taking your stances and the band readying their instruments.
Pearline starts humming and you lightly stomp your feet on the stage, starting to form a beat as the band follows.
Elias feels as if his heart was being weighed down by a ton inside of him. He held his breathâscared that the rise and fall of his chest would make him miss the steady view of you: parading around as if everything outside the joint had come to a halt.
You looked completely, and utterly divine up there; moving swiftly and effortlessly, as if you owned the very ground you were stepping on.
You were absolutely ethereal in Eliasâ eyes.
And heâd be lying if he said that he wasnât falling even harder for his sugar as of right now. He was the only man that could get away with calling you sugar; he knows it, so does everyone else in the Deltaâand Elias canât help but let his pride swell every time he thinks about it.
Your body sways carelessly as if you were one with the words that escaped your lips, but your eyes are groundedâpowerful, even. Speaking of them: your glittering orbs meet his, your gaze nothing short of a vixenâs.
Though, the interlocking of your sights is interrupted when Mary makes her presence known yet again at Eliasâ side. He canât help but sigh at the intrusion.
Luckily, Eliasâ ever-growing agitation fades when the patrons of the juke let out their elation around him. The bandâs playing picks up, as well as you and Pearlineâs voices.
Donât let it shine, shine, shine once more
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
Everyone chants and stomps rhythmically.
âI wanna sing, like I hear the crickets do,â Pearline sings seductively while peering at Sammy as she struts.
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
âI wanna hoo,â you and Pearline sing simultaneously, harmonizing beautifully as your backs meet and you both slide to a crouching position.
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
âI wanna howl,â the two of you sound as if you were straight out of a folktaleâlike one of those myths of the sirens that Annie had explained to Elias once before. You and Pearline then reside in a crawl as you look at the crowd with a sense of hunger in your eyes.
Mary gets ahold of Eliasâ tie, but he quickly removes her grip from himâwithout even breaking eye contact with you. He knows sheâs interested in spending the rest of the night with him; maybe in hopes of rekindling an old flame.
But how could Elias be interested in another woman when his womanâhis sugarâwas looking at him so deliciously.
You grin slyly at him, biting your bottom lip before licking your teeth.
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
âI wanna scream,â Pearline sings, as you mouth the three words to Elias.
Three little words that have Elias fucking mesmerized, hypnotized even. You have him in a trance, right where you want him, and you both know it.
Elias wishfully thinks that the pick up in your breathing isnât just from all the dancing youâve been doing tonight. He bites his lip at the thoughts running through his mind.
Mary canât even say that she recognizes the look that Elias gives you, for she has never been on the receiving end like you have been. Her frustration and jealousy boils over, and she eventually huffs before walking away from Elias, and out of the juke joint.
Elias doesnât mind one bit, and he sure as hell doesnât when the song finishes and you hug Pearline with excitement as the joint nearly turns upside down. Youâre jumping up and down and Elias canât help but smile til his cheeks hurt.
Elias feels a hand slap somewhat roughly on his shoulder. He knows good and well itâs his brother, with or without the wave of tobacco radiating.
âCame out here after the game finished, saw the way she was lookinâ atâcha, too.â Elijah grumbles.
âBreathtakinâ, ainât she?â Elias remarks breathily, not even turning to his brotherâkeeping his sights on you, as you hug Slim and the rest of the instrument players.
âNot âbout how I feel, âs âbout how you feel,â Elijah sighs. This makes Elias turn towards his brother.
âDonât know whatâchu waitinâ on, already been years,â Elijah then pauses before continuing, âDonât be surprised when somebody see whatâchu see.â Elijah trails off, almost ominously, and nods his head in your direction.
Elias follows his twinâs trail of sight and spots you: talking to a man he ainât even seen before. You were beaming, your hair a little frizzed up by the humidity, your lipgloss smudged a little onto your shimmering skin.
Speaking of your lipglossâwhoever youâre talking to decided to rub his finger below your lip to wipe it away. Right now, Eliasâ demeanor resembles the snake him and his brother killed earlier: cold and unmoving.
You glance around the sea of bodies, and Elias takes this as a sign. He starts to walk up to you, but not before having to mumble several âexcuse meâs while side-stepping quite a few peopleâwho seem to not be able to hold their liquor.
He finally reaches you, and he gets a glimpse of you over the guyâs shoulder, who has no idea heâs even there.
âWe got a problem?â Elias murmurs, making the stranger nearly jump out of his skin.
âN-nah man,â the man chuckles awkwardly as he faces Elias.
âI reckon we do, since yâtalkinâ to my lady,â Elias replies, sizing him up as he takes a step closer to him. The man takes a step back in return.
âI ainât know, I-Iâm sorry, Stack,â the man trembles meekly. Elias only hums. The man glances between the two of you before making himself scarce.
Elias stays in the same spot for a beat, before turning and giving you a look that says letâs go, before walking towards one of the back rooms of the joint. You hesitate, before inching behind him.
âSo Iâm yâlady now?â You donât bother to tone down the sass in your voice.
ââS what I said, ainât it?â he mumbles, not even looking at you.
You scoff, âYeah, well, yâgot a funny way aâ showinâ it.â
Elias pulls you into a dimly lit room and finally faces you as you stand before him. âWhatâs that sâpossed to mean?â
You narrow your eyes at him before speaking. âMeans I saw you messinâ with ole Mary.â
âShe donât mean nun to me,â Elias guaffs. âWhy dâya think she left already?â
You roll your eyes and begin to head out the door you just came from. Youâre not sure where this attitude just came from, in all honesty. The moment your eyes met him while you were on stage, it felt as if everything else had faded away, and it was just the two of you.
Maybe it was the irritation caused by Mary that left you in a sour mood now, youâre not sure. You know it wonât be beneficial to you nor Elias in this moment, but you canât help it.
Elias grabs your wrist before you can get too far away from him.
âShe ainât nun, yâhear?â If you didnât know any better, youâd think he almost sounded desperate. You stay quiet.
âAsked you a question, sugar. âN with that attitude of yours, I ainât fixinâ to repeat myself.â His lips ghost the shell of your ear as he speaks, and heat twinges through your stomach. Elias seems to take notice of the subtle switch in your demeanor; he smirks and his chocolate brown irises darken even further.
âIâŚI donât believe you,â You almost whisper, but still meet his gaze.
Almost immediately, he responds with, âWhat I got to do to convince you, baby?â Elias matches your tone, but thereâs still a hint of assertiveness conveyed through his words.
You donât speakâitâs almost like you couldnât, but you release your wrist from his grasp gently.
Eliasâ jaw clenched slightly, but you still spot it. He looks as if heâs pondering his next words.
ââS not makinâ sense, darlinâ. I mean, you were acting like a whore on stage, now you donât want me to touch you?â He cocks his head at you and your lips partâlike it was reflex, and maybe it was. Elias clicks his tongue.
Your breath picks up, and if your mind werenât turning fuzzy, you wouldâve chided yourself for making a fool out of yourself in front of a manâElias at that.
The man youâve yearned for longer than you can even remember.
âI ainât no whore,â you speak, finally regaining your senses.
âThat right, sugar?â You can feel Eliasâ breath on your heated face, and all you can do is nod in return.
âYâwanna know what I think?â Before you can answer the question Elias poses, he murmurs lowly, âI think that deep downâŚ.You are a whoreâand you needa be fucked like one.â
Despite the vulgarity of his words, the way that Elias places his palm across your cheek is softâloving, even.
You press your thighs together through your dress unconsciously, desperately seeking even an ounce of friction to cool the impending heat between your legs.
Elias takes the hand that rested upon your cheek and moved it to the stiff rim lock that resided on the doorâs surface.
Thank godâYouâd hate for the likes of someone such as Sammie barging in and being witness to sin hotter than the Mississippi sun.
Elias then starts to walk you back to the table that remained bare in the dingy-lit room, removing his suit jacket and vest, followed by his tie. The backs of your knees meet the edge of the firm table, making you stumble just a bit. Elias takes it upon himself to lay you down onto the table.
You rest on your elbows as you look up at the six-foot-something man in front of you, and you canât help but swoon. His beating eyes look down at you lustfullyâalmost as if he were a predator, and you his prey.
It made you weak.
Weak at the hands of a man youâd been waiting on while he had the time of his life in Chicago, with all sorts of Italian customs. Your actions are beyond halfwitted, but you make no effort to straighten yourself out anymore.
Elias takes his warm hands and spreads your knees with ease after unbuttoning his shirt, making you yelp involuntarily at the near-abrasiveness. He licks his grillz and lets out a short, deep chuckle; you feel it vibrate your bones, while he aligns himself so that almost heâs eye-level with your warm core.
âElias, waitââ You whimper meekly,
He hums disapprovingly, letting out a firm âmm-mmnâ. He rips his gaze from your thighs to your eyes, âBeen waitinâ for years, sugar, not sure if I can any longer.â He repositions his hands, lifting your dress and hitching it up to your upper thighs, nearly to your pelvic bone.
Elias massages your thighs with an iron grip, itâs not yet rough, but not exactly gentle either. His switch between the two is making your mind reel.
He kisses up from your knee almost to where your dress bunches up as he removes his button-up, leaving him in his undershirt. He then says, ââŚSo, mâsorry if I lose mâmanners,â he breathes hotly against your skin, âBut I donât think I can live without destroying this pussy for a minute longer.â He damn near groans.
His mouth hovers above your clothed cuntâhe purposely breathes in a way that makes you squirm at the feeling youâre unable to run from. As you shudder and tilt your head back, you suddenly hear a rip and you feel a gust of air.
You gasp and look down, where youâre met with Elias looking up at you cheekily, with one half of your panties in his mouth, and the other in his hand.
ââLias!â You exclaim.
Elias feigns innocence, âTold ya I ainât mean no harm.â He then averts his focus to your legs, and he leaves a kiss to your mound.
âYânot gon let me freshen up, will ya?â You ask quietly, already knowing the answer.
Instead of answering, Elias takes his tongue and trails it from your hole to your clitoris, and you puff out the air you didnât know you were holding in.
Elias seems to enjoy your reaction, for he then gives you another long lick.
And another,
and another,
and you guessed it, another.
You press your lips together, muting your sounds, and Elias âtskâs at the sight.
He nips a bit of the skin next to your lips, making you choke on your own spit. âDonât like how quiet youâre beinâ.â Elias reprimands you.
âStop t-teasinâ then,â You manage to huff.
Elias chuckles in disbelief, âWanted to be gentle, but yâmakinâ it hard,â he then lifts you up from the table, and places his back where you once laid. He hooks your legs over the sides of his head, your pussy now inches away from his plump, shining lips.
Eliasâ typical, million-dollar smirk is back on his face, but thereâs something more sinister behind itâyour legs wouldâve buckled if he werenât holding them.
âYouâre a whore, jusâ like I said yâwere.â His southern drawl makes your stomach twist in knots, despite the familiarity. Before you could get a word out, Elias placed you onto his face.
You mewl at the feeling of his tongue swirling around anywhere, and everywhere.
Your clit, your lipsâit was almost as if he were starving.
There was no rhythm, no harmony and contentment, just the actions of a man on a mission.
A mission to make you scream louder than the birds on your farm.
Then, abruptly, Elias leaves a small, yet firm slap to your clit. âAdmit it,â he says between licks. âAdmit that youâre a whore.â He leaves another slap.
You donât respond, too caught up in both the pain and pleasure. Your head hangs back and your eyes are clenched shut, and Elias grows impatient.
He removes his mouth from you with a âpopâ and almost snarls at you, âThought I told ya Ion like repeatinâ myself.â He slaps your clit again, this time with more force.
âOkayâOkay! I was beinâ a whore tonight, âm sorry!â You cry out as your back arches.
Elias starts to lower you towards his grinning face, and you shiver at the feeling of his cold grillz.
Instead of teasing kitten-licks, Elias sucks at your slit and lets his tongue roam freely, without a care in the world. You writhe and whine on top of him, your body bending back and creating a dull aching sensation.
His advances are relentless, and you have no chances of escaping his grasp; he readjusts his grip as soon as he feels you start to slip away from him. You donât know whether to clench around his tongue as he fucks you with it, or to cryâyou end up doing both, and this continues on for who knows how long.
Youâve stopped counting the number of orgasms youâve had after the second oneâyou thinkâbut you think Elias has been keeping track. Heâs muttered âjusâ one more, sugarâ maybe three times now, and you donât know how many you have left in you at this point.
After what feels like hours, Elias finally lifts your hips up, allowing you to slide down and straddle his hips with your head resting upon his chest.
The beating sound of his steady heart fills your ear, and you try to match your breathing with Eliasâ. You feel a vibration as he shakes with laughter. You slightly drag your head up just enough to peek at his face, and he looks down at you with amusement.
âWe ainât done, not yet, peach,â he chuckles breathily at the wave of surprise that washes over your face.
You fumble with your words, âWhat dâya mean? âL-Lias, I-Iâm spent!â You continue to tremble in his arms.
âYâstill talkinâ, ainât ya, sugar?â He scoffs, itâs antagonizing. And before you can utter anything else, Elias flips you around onto the table, so you now lay with your back on the wood once again. Your dress rides down a tad at the sudden movement, and Elias holds your back, lifting you so that he can push your dress up past your breasts.
Elias lowers your back, before leaning peck your nipples. You bite your lip, but quickly let out a moan once he blows air onto your nipples, watching almost menacingly as they harden. One hand tweaks one of your nipples, as the other drags down your rib cage.
His hot, glistening tongue swishes around your tits, as he leaves sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.
He sucks harshly as you whimper beneath him. One of his hands leaves your body and goes down to his slacks, he unbuttons them with ease without even looking, as he continues to leave hickies on your chest.
He untucks himself from his underwear, and you canât help but buck towards his cock in anticipation.
âEasy, girl. Youâll get it when ya prove yâdeserve it,â Elias mocks, you whine in response.
âI deserve it, more than anybody elseâyâknow that, âLias,â You plead in hopes of him giving you what you want.
âThat right, baby? All this yours, nobody else's?â He challenges, starting to stroke his length.
You squeeze your eyelids together, almost as if you were personally pained by the question.
âDamn right,â You huff as you look at him with a sudden wave of fire blazing through your eyes. Elias scoffs with a mixture of incredulity and mirth.
âYeah, babyâalways been yours. Glad ya finally came to yâsenses.â And with that, Elias pushes inside of you, and you let out a broken gasp.
Elias quickly finds his pace as he thrusts in and out of you rapidly. He nearly pulls entirely out of your dripping cuntâand you think heâs going to tease you again, but he then slams back into you roughly, making you cry out as your back arches into him.
Youâre now chest-to-chest with Elias as he continues to pump into you with little regard to your overstimulation. The contact of skin makes your toes curl in your heels. Elias grunts at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock and bites forcibly at the flesh of your neck.
Elias groansâalmost as if fucking you were the key to heavenâs gates. He takes his large palm and pushes it down onto your torso, making your sweating body meet the barely-covered, rumbling wood.
You weep helplessly and squirm as he keeps you pressed against the shaking table.
âMmnfââLias! Please!â You cry yet again, but without knowing the reason behind it this time.
He doesnât respond to your watery blabbering, instead putting your legs on either side of his shoulders. Elias slowlyâand almost lovinglyâkisses your ankle, before unclasping the latch of your heel and sliding it off of your foot, letting it hit the floor with a thump that neither of you seem to catch through the sounds of your bodies meeting.
You two damn-near become one.
He repeats his actions on your other leg, but this time he kisses from your calf to your ankle before removing your heel and letting it meet the ground with your matching one.
His hand grips at the ankle he just kissed, using it as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded; like an anchor. He then sucks and nips at your leg, quickly marking just above your ankle with a red bruise, which you know will be purple by the time the sun rises for morning.
You hiss when he bites a little too roughly, and he shows his sympathy by licking at the irritated skin, soothing the tender ache.
âThat feel good, darlinâ? Tell âLias how much yâlove it, peach, câmon,â Elias coos, lifting his shirt up so he can get a proper view of your sex.
You babble through sobs intelligibly, mewling something along the lines of âso so good, âLias!ââat least thatâs what Elias makes of it.
âCanât hear ya, baby. Ya gottaâfuck! Ya gotta speak a âlil louder fâme, hm?â Elias manages to speak through his panting and groaning. You bawl, hot tears dripping from your cheeks down to your chin.
âIt feels so goodâoh godââLias!â You shriek, not caring about the volume of your crying. âPlease donât stop! Please, please, pleaseââ You ramble with a slur.
If Elias ever felt guilty at the way he man-handling you, seeing your fucked-out expression made all his worries wash away at the sight of you: tongue hanging out, as your tears dribble into your open mouth.
Your panting grows more frantic, little âuh-uh-uhâs being let out more frequently as you feel another orgasm course through your veins. ââLiasâcumminâ! S-sh-it, I-Iâm cumminâ!â
Elias firmly plants his feet on the floor, repositioning the arm on your stomach onto your other leg so that he can fuck you even deeperâdeep enough to create a slight bulge in your stomach with his throbbing tip. âYeah, thatâs it. Fall apart on this dick, yâknow yâwant to, sugar. Been dreaminâ âbout it fâyears, huh?â He taunts.
You try to answer him, honestly! But heâs hitting your cervix just right and his abs rub against the backs of your thighsâitâs too much.
Elias thought youâve learned by now that he doesnât take silence for an answer, so to remind you, he gives your spent cunt a more forceful slap than before.
âFuckâYes! A-always been wantinâ you, âLias,â you wail. âI-I never let nobody touch me! Nobody but you!â You exclaim without thinking.
This fuels Elias to quicken his pace; he almost fucking growls at your words, and he tightens your legs around himselfâright now, as he feels himself getting closer and closer to climaxing, he has no plans on pulling out.
He continues to heave words of encouragement as fucks you ruthlessly through your orgasm.
You moan and blabber as your vision turns white, and your ears start to ring. Your toes curl and flex, and your nails scratch at the table, hands desperate for something to hold. Your voice then gives out, as your tongue lolls out of your mouth yet again.
Elias gives you a few more earth-stattering thrusts, before his seed fills your puffy, aching hole; the guttural groan that leaves his throat ups in pitchânearly turning into a whimper.
He pumps his cum into you once more, before releasing your legs from his grip and laying down on top of you. As he half-lays-half-stands against the table, he feels as if a cold bucket of water was dumped onto him.
He can no longer focus on the tingling feeling that shoots from his skull to his toes, but now on the fact that he was the first man youâve been with.
You spent your first time with himâin a rickety building he bought from a Klan member, on an even dingier table.
Elias then taps your face, just enough to get you to come back to your senses. You open your eyes with a lazy grin at the feeling of his seed mixed with yours, but when youâre met with his panicky expression, you quickly push yourself upâto the best of your ability.
âWhat? Whaâs wrong, âLias?â You question worrisomely.
He allows himself to catch his breath before speaking, âYâserious?â Itâs all that he says.
You furrow your brows and tilt your head at him, âBout what? Yâscarinâ me, Elias,â you chuckle awkwardly.
Had you said something you shouldnât have?
A million thoughts run rampant throughout your mind.
ââBout all this,â he flails his hand, motioning to where your bodies had just met. âWas that really ya first time?â He speaks loudly, and you feel mortified.
Your breath catches in your throat. You confirm his worries, your voice softer than a freshly picked feather, âYes.â
Elias takes a step back, and it takes everything in you not to reach out for him. Instead, you sit up fully and push your dress back down to your thighs. You twiddle your thumbs idly, seeking for even an ounce of comfort as Elias pushes his shirt back down and tucks himself back into his boxers after wiping himself off with a rag. Despite his glowering, he hands you a rag so that you can wipe away the slick from between your thighs.
Did he regret spending the night with you? Did he find the fact that you remained a virgin because of him embarrassing?
âWhy you ainât tell me, girl?â He exclaims, âI wouldnât have said and done all that foolishness if I knew you ain't never been with a man before!â
You feel your soul come back into your body. âYou wouldâve been all sweet with me? That whatcha sayinâ, âLias?â You canât help but giggle.
âAinât nothinâ funny, woman! I was all rough with you ânââ You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer to you. You fold your arms around his neck, and you feel his hands drift down to your waist and squeeze lightly. Your nose nudges his, his breath fans your face as yours does his.
You break the kiss when you feel yourself losing your breath, and you gaze at Elias lovingly.
âYou were perfect, I couldnât imagine it any other way,â you whisper.
âWell for starters, could've gotten you a bed in the house âstead of a table in this dark ass room,â Elias grumbles.
You grin, âI think the lightinâ was just fine. Added ambience ân all that.â Elias pouts, and you peck his lips.
âI donât care âbout the details, âLias. Long as it was with you.â Your tone is as sweet as the finest honey in Clarksdale, and it pulls on Eliasâ heartstrings.
âYâreally waited all these yearsâŚ.For me?â He whispers.
âCourse I did, couldnât imagine beinâ with anybody else.â You speak just as softly. You recognize the guilt that crosses his face, despite his best efforts to mask it with his bravado. âDonât feel guilty, please. I donât blame you for nun.â You caress his hair. Silence fills the room as Elias deciphers what to say, you just hold him tenderly until heâs ready.
âI-I love ya, more than yâknow, sugarâŚâ He trails off before finishing his sentence, âI jusâ want ya to know that. I have since we was young.â He looks at you with adoration and love in his eyes.
âI love you too, Elias Moore. Have since you stood up to my daddy on his farm fâme when we was seven.â
He smiles, but itâs tight lipped, making you frown. âJusâ wish I couldâve admitted it sooner. Then this wouldâve went down differentlyâwouldâve been better.â He sulks.
You take your thumb and index finger and pluck his lips, making him shout âhey!â with a laugh.
âStop beatinâ yâself up, Elias. I told you, Iâm perfectly happy here, right now. Ainât nun gonâ change that a bit.â You scold him.
âIf ya stop all that moppinâ, Iâll let ya try again tomorrow, however yâwant,â you giggle mischievously. Eliasâ eyes light up almost immediately, the way he perks up reminds you of a puppy that was just given a treat.
Elias roars with laughter and squeezes you, before lowering you back down onto the table, he presses nearly all of his weight onto you.
You squeal and cackle as he tickles your sides, ââLias!â
You lay wrapped up with Elias, you felt as if you could lay there forever, and honestly in this moment, you wanted to.
Clarity and revelations do the body good.
Everything was good.
Until you heard a commotion on the other side of the door.
Summary: Michael and his new fucking cologne. It might kill someone. Itâll definitely kill your vagina.
Pairing: Michael B. Jordan x Feral!Reader
WARNINGS: smut!!!!! hair pulling, spit, spanking, public sex, oral (m+f receiving), slight overstimulation. excuse errors!! i edited on my phone
in case you were wondering where iâve been for a monthâŚ
You donât notice it right away; when you first step through the door, cheeks flushed from the laughter still echoing off your lips, heels clicking gently on the hardwood. Not even when Michaelâs deep voice calls out a casual, âHey baby,â from somewhere in the kitchen, where you hear the gentle clink of ice settling in lowball glasses.
Itâs subtle at first⌠but then it hits you.
Not like a slap. No. More like a slow drag of silk along the skin, warm and smoky, curling through the air and pulling. Thereâs a richness to it, something dark and magnetic beneath the top note you canât quite place. Something downright sinful and so overwhelming that your knees almost buckle.
You blink once, then again, thatâll settle whatever the fuck your body just did in response to that scent.
Thatâs new.
Your friends trail in behind you with the easy chaos of post-dinner tipsiness, none of them seeming to notice the way your breath just stalled in your throat.
You try to shake it off. Try to stay cool. âYâall can make yourselves at home,â you call over your shoulder, forcing a little laugh into your voice, even as your spine straightens and your pulse stutters like it just skipped a beat. âI think he made drinks.â
Michael rounds the corner from the kitchen just then, glass in hand, sleeves pushed up, beard shaped to perfection, andâŚoh, hell. You feel it all the way down.
Your clit pulses on instinct.
It doesnât even matter what heâs wearing â just a fitted black tee and sweats that cling to the curve of his hips â but your whole body sways slightly like youâre being pulled forward on a leash. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and of course, he fucking knows.
One side of his mouth twitches, a barely-there smirk, cocky and warm and knowing. And thatâs when you realize this man has set you up.
âYou change your cologne?â you ask lightly, clearing your throat, head tilted like youâre not already half-feral and shifting your weight just so to quiet the throb between your thighs.
âMmhm.â He sips his drink and leans a shoulder against the wall like heâs not wreaking absolute havoc on your body just by standing there. âCame today. Figured Iâd try it while you were out. See how it settles.â
Oh, itâs settling alright. Right in your bloodstream. Against your G-spot. In your brain stem.
But you just nod, dragging your gaze away and making your way to the couch. âItâs nice. RealâŚgrown.â You shrug. âSophisticated.â
Tati throws herself dramatically into a chair. âGirl, you good? You got quiet.â
âYeah,â you lie, tucking your legs under yourself as if youâre not soaking through your panties. âJust tired.â
Except youâre not. Youâre overstimulated, your nerve endings are singing, and all because that damn cologne is clouding every corner of your brain.
Lex is halfway through asking about dessert when you cut her off with a sweet smile and a stretch. âActually, yâall, I might call it early. Got a long day tomorrow. AndâŚMichael looks like he wants some one-on-one time.â
Michael blinks once, slow. He doesnât say a word. Just watches.
Tati squints at you. âYou just said we could stay for a nightcap.â
You nod. âI did. But then my man hit me with that scent and now I need yâall to leave.â
Kris cackles. âI knew it. I knew you looked like you were about to slide down the wall.â
But youâre already on your feet, ushering them up, tossing them their purses with one hand and opening the door with the other.
âLove yâall. Text me when youâre at the hotel. Donât let the door hit you. Kisses all around.â
The second it shuts behind them, silence blankets the space like a heavy curtain.
Michaelâs still standing there, barely moving, watching you with that unreadable expression. His glass is still half-full.
You breathe in again and it practically burns through your chest. âWhat is that?â
He smiles slow, lazy, like a man with all the time in the world. âJust something new.â
âItâs evil,â you mutter, already walking toward him. âItâs a weapon. You bought that cologne just to ruin my life.â
âMaybe.â He shrugs. âYou like it?â
Your hand slides up the front of his chest, fingers curling in the collar of his shirt. Your voice dips to a whisper, trembling and low. âIâm about to get on my knees just to breathe you in properly.â
Michael hums, glass forgotten as his hands find your waist. âThen do it.â
Your mouth opens⌠Closes⌠Then opens again. No sound comes out at first because youâre too busy reeling, spinning, from the way he smells, the heat of his chest under your palm, the smirk playing on his lips like heâs got you strung up on puppet strings.
âIâm not playinâ with you tonight, Kari,â you mumble, fingers balling into fists. âIâm serious.â
âYou think Iâm playinâ?â
His voice is low and heavy, dragging across your skin like velvet soaked in bourbon. And he smells unholy. Expensive, deep, warm⌠like the kind of scent that belongs in sin and silk sheets and locked doors.
You tug him down by his collar, just enough to brush your lips over his jaw. Just a taste, enough to let it burn across your tongue.
âBedroom,â you breathe against his skin.
He pulls back, eyes dark with something smug, something territorial. âAlready?â
âI told the girls I was tired, remember?â
Michaelâs fingers slip down your waist. âYou donât look like youâre tired yet.â
You donât even feel your feet move upstairs, every thought clouded by that fucking cologne. Your back hits the bedroom door and he follows like a storm, drinking glasses long forgotten, his scent soaking the air.
âTake it off,â you whisper.
He tilts his head. âTake what off?â
âThat shirt. Before I rip it.â
Michael raises a brow like is that a threat or a promise, but obliges. He peels it slowly, arms flexing, abs catching the warm light from the hallway, and tosses the shirt somewhere over your shoulder.
You donât even look where it lands â youâre too busy licking your lips.
You step forward, hands dragging down his torso, nose grazing his chest just to inhale again. You moan without meaning to, like a reflex, like your body canât even process how feral this cologne has made you.
âI canât think,â you whisper, dragging your lips down the center of his chest, tongue flicking against his sternum. âItâs in my fucking brain.â
He watches you drop to your knees, burying your face in his abdomen and just breathing.
When you look up, pupils blown, hands trembling as they find the waistband of his sweats, your voice is hoarse with greed. âPlease let me suck your dick.â
Michaelâs jaw flexes. He nods once, low, controlled. âCâmon then.â
You drag his sweats down with shaky fingers, lips parted, moaning again when the scent deepens and mixes with his skin and his sweat and the weight of him in your palm. You donât even bring your mouth to him yet; just stroke him slowly, twisting at the tip, watching him throb in your hand while you press your nose right against the crease of his thigh and whimper.
âYouâre outta your mind,â he mutters, voice gone gravel-thick. âYou just needed a reason, huh?â
You mumble out a pitiful âmhmâ, licking a stripe along the side of his shaft.
Michael groans loud, fist bracing the wall above your head as your mouth stretches around him, lips shaking as you sink down slow, greedy, nose brushing his stomach. You hum and moan around him, lost to it. Not just sucking him off, but like youâre trying to breathe him in, swallow his soul, imprint him in your fucking lungs.
And that damn cologne is making it worse.
Michaelâs hips twitch. His eyes roll back. Heâs trying to talk but itâs coming out broken. âYouâre gonna make me â fuck, baby â you want me to cum already?â
You nod with his dick in your throat, gagging around him.
You donât stop. Not even when spit is dripping from your chin, puddling into the fabric of your dress. Not even when heâs panting above you, whispering curses, calloused hands fisted in your hair.
You suck harder, sinking onto him deeper, as if that were possible, clamoring to feel him in your sternum.
He finally yanks you off by the back of your head, thumb swiping your soaked bottom lip, eyes wild. âYouâre not tired yet?â
You shake your head. âI donât even need sleep anymore.â
He laughs hard, utterly breathless. âOh youâre gone,â he says, voice coated in disbelief. âYouâre gone. What the fuck did that cologne do to you?â
You stand then, hand wrapping around his wrist. You tug at his hand, crawling back toward the bed.
Michael doesnât even let you settle all the way onto the bed.
You crawl back, trying to catch your breath, but the scent of his cologne follows you like smoke. Still clinging to his skin, his breath, the air around you. You try to focus, try to speak, but itâs like your brain is underwater and all you can feel is want.
âOn your back,â he orders, voice low and mean now. âLegs up.â
You flinch at the tone of his command but obey anyway.
âGood girl,â he groans as you scramble to get your outfit off â hands fumbling, tugging the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders while your breath saws uneven in your chest. âYou wore this little dress out with the girls like I wasnât gonna see it? Hm? Titties just out and on display.â
âI-I didnât thinkââ
He cuts you off with a look. âDonât lie to me.â
You freeze. Then whisper, âI wanted you to see.â
He smirks. âYeah? You wanted me hard all day, waiting for you to get home, just so I could take you apart?â
You nod helplessly, already spreading your legs for him, already dripping.
Michael drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulls you down toward him with one strong arm hooked behind your thighs. His face dips low and that scent rolls off his neck again, thick and concentrated now, and it wrecks you.
Your whole body jolts.
âIâve had you this worked up since you walked in the door. Canât even think straight, can you?â
âNo,â you gasp, fingers tangling in the sheets as his tongue licks a slow stripe from your opening to your clit. âMichaelâfuckââ
He moans into you like heâs drunk off the taste, spitting and lapping and spreading your lips with his thumbs and goes deeper, tongue fucking you slow and mean, letting you grind against his face like heâs got nowhere else to be.
âNah. Donât you run from it.â He grunts against your clit, âTake it like a good girl. Smell my cologne while I eat this pretty pussy.â
He reaches up, palms your throat while he eats you out, squeezes just enough to make your head buzz and your eyes roll. You start to shake, thighs clenching around his ears, and he just laughs into your pussy like the sick bastard he is.
âGo ahead. Black out if you want to.â
You do⌠just for a second. The pleasure spikes white-hot and your scream punches straight from your chest before your body sags, twitching. You barely register him climbing onto the bed, yanking your hips up, lining himself up behind you.
âYouâre not done.â He demands like a punishment. And then he eases in with a stroke that knocks the breath from your lungs and leaves your eyes wide, mouth open, silent.
âWhereâs all that noise now?â he hisses into your ear. âYou were begging to get ruined. What happened?â
He fucks into you hard and mean, his hips slapping against your ass. The other wraps in your hair, jerking your head so he can spit into your open mouth, his own lips brushing your cheek. âSwallow it.â
You do, fully incoherent now, mewling, clawing at the sheets.
His cologne is in your nose, your tongue, your brain. Itâs like it seeped under your skin and now youâre his, nothing but nerves and gasps and need.
He grabs your jaw, tilting your head so youâre forced to look at him. âSay thank you.â
You choke out, âTh-thank youâfuck, Daddyâthank you.â
Michael growls out a real, chest-deep sound. He fucks you so hard the bed creaks, the headboard slamming angrily against the wall. You yelp, but he doesnât stop. He adjusts, hikes your hips up higher, and goes deeper.
âOpen your mouth,â he pants. âLet me see how far gone you are.â
Your tongue falls out, drool smeared across your chin. You canât even form words.
He pulls out, flips you over, and slides back in from behind â his hand around your throat again, forcing you to bow your back, the scent of him surrounding you like a drug. âThere she is. Lemme tire that pussy out.â
You black out again when you cum, your vision goes white. Your hands fist the sheets, gripping like youâll fall off the planet if you let go.
And even after, when he kisses you through your tears and lays you flat against the torn sheets, youâre still shaking. Still whining for him, even as your body tries to shut down from overstimulation.
Michael brushes your hair back, chuckles low, and presses a kiss to your temple.
âYouâre gonna ask what it was tomorrow,â he murmurs. âYouâre gonna ask what cologne this is like it wasnât laced with crack.â
You hum weakly, lips parted, breath gone. âIâm gonna burn every other bottle you own.â
He grins. âGood.â
â
Sunlight slips through the curtains in gold ribbons, warming the edge of the duvet, filtering across tangled limbs and damp sheets that still smell like sex and sweat and him.
You donât want to move.
Your body is fully wrecked. Every inch of you aches in the best, filthiest way, like youâve been broken open and rearranged. Your legs are tangled with Michaelâs beneath the covers, and his hand is still resting on the curve of your ass, like he fell asleep claiming it.
He stirs first, nuzzling into your neck, and presses a soft kiss to your jaw like last night didnât happen. Like he didnât just do deeply unspeakable things to you with his scent as the weapon of choice. âYou awake?â he rasps, voice heavy with sleep.
You hum. âBarely.â
He grins into your skin. âYou good?â
âCanât feel my legs.â
Another kiss. Smug. âSo thatâs a yes.â
You groan as he rolls out of bed, stretching those ridiculous arms overhead before disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on, the sound of water cascading onto tile. For a second, you think about moving.
But your bones are liquid.
Still, the promise of hot water and his hands massaging lotion onto your skin pulls you upright with a hiss. You pad into the bathroom slowly, and he looks over his shoulder when you open the glass door.
âMorning, pretty girl,â he says, pulling you in. âStill feral?â
You grumble. âI hate you.â
âNo you donât.â
And heâs smiling bright. Like he didnât fuck you senseless, proud of the damage he inflicted. And truly, youâd let him get away with it because his hands are so gentle right now. Rinsing you off and kissing your shoulder while steam wraps around both of you like silk.
By the time youâre dried off and moisturized, dressed in something cute and brunch-worthy, your muscles are a little looser, your brain a little less scrambled. Heâs pulling on jeans, a white tee, his watch. You sit at the edge of the bed slipping on your sandals when you hear the faint pssst-pssst.
You freeze in your tracks.
Michael turns, confused. âWhat?â
Your eyes narrow, sniffing once, then again. And that same warm, smoky, deliciously unholy scent curls under your nose and claws its way through your chest.
You actually gasp.
He raises a brow. âWhatâs your problem?â
âMyââ You stand abruptly. âYouâre my problem.â
Michael stares. âWhat the hell did I do?â
âYou sprayed that cologne again!â
ââŚyeah? And?â
You march up to him, completely unhinged. âYou and that cologne and the way you justâŚexist. Youâre banned from wearing that unless I have a clear schedule and a safe word.â
Michael blinks, then smirks. âYou mean the cologne that made you black out last night?â
You whimper. âDonât talk about it.â
âI shouldnât talk about how you were shaking on my face?â
You throw your head back and groan. âOh my god, Michaelââ
âOr the way you gave me head like you were addicted to myââ
âSir!â
He laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close until your nose is in the curve of his neck. You inhale on instinct and moan. Audibly.
âJesus Christ,â you whisper against his skin. âIâm gonna hump your leg like a dog.â
âWeâre going to brunch.â
âWell Iâm not gonna make it to brunch!â
Michael leans back just enough to look at you, smug and smugger. âYou want me to change?â
You pause. âYes.â
He starts walking toward the closet. âOkay.â
âWait. No,â you whimper, following him. âActually⌠yâknow what? Yeah. No. Donât.â
He cackles. âSo which is it?â
âI hate you.â
âYou said that already.â
âAnd I meant it.â
He kisses your forehead and turns to grab his wallet and keys, ushering you downstairs. âYou gonna act normal at brunch or am I gonna have to carry you out?â
You narrow your eyes. âDonât tempt me.â
Michael opens the door for you, still smirking stupidly as you walk by. âI wore this for you, baby.â
You follow him out with a huff, muttering under your breath. âI hope you get jumped by a pack of women who think youâre single.â
He just laughs.
ââ
The brunch spot is warm and buzzing, all soft sunlight and the low clatter of plates. You should be relaxed. The restaurantâs full of good vibes, mimosas, and waffles. But instead⌠youâre vibrating in your seat like a bottle of shaken soda. Barely capped and about to burst.
Michaelâs sitting next to you in the booth instead of across, because heâs annoying like that and certainly wants you to suffer, and the second his thigh brushes yours, you damn near jump out of your seat.
He notices. âOh, we're still sensitive this morning?â he murmurs, smirking over the rim of his water glass.
You glare at him. âDonât talk to me.â
âIâm just existing, having a nice brunch with my lady,â he replies smoothly, cutting into his chicken and waffles like heâs not a walking, smirking, scented crime against humanity. âYou did say you didnât want me to change.â
You look at him.. like, really look at him.
Beard clean, brows perfect and resting contentedly as he chews slow. He wets his lips, licking syrup off the corner of his mouth because he knows youâre watching.
And he smells so fucking good.
That cologne is in your lungs, winding around your spine. Every time he shifts, it stirs the air and you catch another wave of it â and itâs like brown liquor in the back of a velvet-draped lounge.
You cross your legs under the table. Tight.
Michael notices that too. âOh,â he says, feigning surprise. âWe crossed the legs. Thatâs strike one.â
You stab your fork into your potatoes.
He leans in close enough for you to hear him exhale through his nose. Close enough for the scent of his neck to sucker punch your ovaries again. You swear the air gets thicker when he speaks. âWhatâs wrong, mama?â
Your jaw clenches. âIâm gonna flip the fucking table.â
Michael hums in amusement. His hand finds your thigh under the table and rests there, his warm, intentional, thumb tracing lazy circles too close to dangerous territory.
âMmhm,â he says. âI knew you werenât tired.â
âMichael,â you hiss, but it comes out desperate. âPlease stop.â
âStop what?â Heâs full-on teasing now, voice low and cruel and playful. That scent is driving a nail into the center of your body and twisting. Youâre throbbing, clenching, borderline panting. You havenât even touched your food.
âYou donât even realize what youâre doing,â you whisper.
âOh honey,â He leans in until his lips brush the shell of your ear. âI know exactly what Iâm doing.â
Your hands grip the edge of the table. You look down and exhale, trying to regulate your breath, trying to see straight.
Michael chuckles and sits back. âEat your food, baby.â
Oh, but you canât. Youâre done for.
By the time the waiter comes to clear the plates, Michaelâs finished his entire meal and your food is practically untouched. Youâve been squirming in silence, pressing your thighs together, biting your bottom lip until itâs red and swollen.
And heâs been enjoying every second. âYou ready to go?â he asks sweetly, kissing your cheek.
You nod.
He tips well, slides out of the booth with an exaggerated stretch, then reaches for your hand. You grab it but donât say a word until youâre out of the restaurant and halfway to the car.
Then you stop walking. âGet in the car,â you grunt out.
Michael blinks. âWhat?â
You grab his shirt and haul him close, voice shaking. âGet in the car, Michael. Iâm not gonna make it to the house.â
His brows lift. âYou tryna act up in public?â
âI will ride you on the sidewalk if I have to.â
Michael swallows. You see his jaw tick.
And then he grins. âOh, so Iâm the problem?â
âYouâve been the problem!â you whisper-shout, shoving him toward the car. âYou did this to yourself.â
He unlocks the doors without breaking eye contact. âBackseat or passenger?â
You donât answer. And you donât even remember who opened the back door. Mightâve been him, mightâve been you.
Michaelâs back hits the leather and youâre on him, straddling his thighs, grinding your hips down, clawing at his shirt like it personally offended you. The scent of that cologne is even stronger now, locked in the car with you, hot and swirling and obscene.
âYou still smell like sex,â you hiss, dragging your tongue up his throat. âYou still smell like last night.â
He groans, thick and low in your ear. âYou didnât get enough?â
âI couldnât even get breakfast,â you snarl, yanking your panties to the side.
Michael laughs, but it dies on his tongue when you reach down, free his dick, and sink down on him in one long slide.
âFuuuuckââ he grits out, grabbing your waist with both hands. âYou still this wet for me?â
âYouâre still wearing that fucking cologne,â you growl. âWhat the fuck did you expect?â
He watches your face, your eyes fluttering, your mouth falling open, then shifts, rocking up into you with a slow, deep roll of his hips.
âYou wanted me to ruin you,â he murmurs, voice like molasses, like thunder. âNow look at you. Actinâ stupid and gettinâ fucked in a parking lot.â
You ride him like your life depends on it, like brunch was never an option, like his cologne is poison and the only antidote is taking his dick raw in the back of his car with the doors unlocked.
And itâs obscene â the wet and filthy slap of skin-on-skin, your moans, his cursing. The squeak of leather, windows fogging.
Horny ghosts and peeping Toms would be impressed.
Michael leans back just slightly and lets you grind on him faster, harder. He watches the way your nails dig into his shoulders. The way you pant when your clit catches just right. The way your body clings to his like youâll never be full enough.
He unclasps your bra, exposing your tits. He takes your nipple in his mouth while his thumb finds your clit.
âYou donât even care where we are,â he mutters, tongue flicking. âYou just needed it that bad?â
âMichael, shut the fuck up, I swear,â you gasp. âIâm fighting for my life right now.â
He chuckles through a moan and grips your ass, bouncing you harder.
You slap your palm against the window to steady yourself, forehead pressed to his, eyes rolling back. âFuck! I hate you so fucking much.â
Michael snarls and snaps his hips up, dragging a scream out of you.
âShitshitshit Iâm gonna cum,â you whimper. âIâm gonna fucking die in this backseat.â
He fucks you through it, through the first orgasm and into another wave, like heâs trying to kill you with pleasure. His thumb never leaves your clit as he rubs ferocious circles into your skin. His mouth is on your throat, licking and sucking and biting, his scent everywhere, and your body is convulsing around him like a prayer.
You cum twice before he even finishes.
And when he does, itâs with a groan punched straight from his chest, hips jerking, arms locked around you so tight you canât move. You feel him spill inside, thick and hot, and your eyes roll back like youâre possessed.
Itâs silent after, save for the sound of your breath and the beat of your heart in your ears.
Michael drags his nose along your cheek, voice smug and syrupy. âNow you ready to go home?â
You blink, dazed and boneless. ââŚYou still smell like it.â
He grins. âWant me to keep it on while you nap?â
âI want you to burn the bottle.â
He kisses your neck. âNo you donât.â
The car ride back is silent. Not the awkward kind, just the wrecked kind.
Youâre stretched out in the passenger seat, thighs still trembling, panties missing (you think theyâre somewhere in the backseat), your dress haphazardly tugged back into place like itâll fool anyone.
It wonât.
Michaelâs driving like a man on a mission, one hand on the wheel, the other resting low on your thigh, fingers trailing light and lazy patterns against your skin.
Every few seconds, he glances over at you, grinning. âYou good?â
You scowl. âNo. Iâm still mad at you.â
âFor what?â
âYou ruined brunch.â
He shrugs. âYou ruined brunch. I was minding my business.â
âYou wore that demonic scent and then sat next to me like everything was fine!â
He smirks. âI was being sweet.â
âYou instigated me!â
He squeezes your thigh. âYou werenât complaining twenty minutes ago.â
You go quiet. Because the memory is still fresh, his scent heavy in your lungs, his cum dripping down your thighs, your voice bouncing off the car windows as you begged him not to stop.
You glance at him, flushed. âThe girls are gonna have a field day with this.â
Summary: You meet Smoke while working as a paralegal on him and his brotherâs caseâjust another client, another file. Heâs older, unreadable, and far too composed for someone who makes you this nervous. Whateverâs between you shouldnât exist, but the longer it lingers, the harder it is to ignore.
Most days your life is pretty simple, mundane and routineâ go to class, go to work, and come home. Most people would look at your life and weep for more, but itâs perfect for you. You desire a simple life with peaceâ no partying, toxic relationships, or unnecessary drama.
This year you have branched out a bit in your classes and made a few friends, but nothing more than that.
The wind in New York has picked up with the temperature steadily dropping, definitely not the kind of weather thatâs fit for office skirts and heels.
You dropped your cello off at your apartment and you wait outside to catch a cab. The streets are busy with people today, normally at this time theyâre not as busy.
The scent of hot chocolate fills the air as people set up their stands outside for the upcoming holidays.
A cab pulls up to the sidewalk, waiting for you to get in.
You get in the car, adjusting in your seat.
âWhere to?â The man asks while looking at you in the rear view mirror.
âGiordano law firm on fifth avenue.â
âHeard.â The man replies back with a nod.
You look out the window, staring at all of the Christmas decor thatâs out. A certain part of it truly feels magical still as an adult.
Your cab ride takes about 40 minutes.
The security guards at the front door of the building greet you with a smile, one of them opening the doors for you.
The sound of your heels clicking echoes throughout the lobby.
You make your way to the elevator and press the button, just waiting for your stopâ dreading the paperwork youâll have to do today.
The bell dings and the doors open at the fifteenth floor, the receptionist waving at you as you walk into the office.
âGood afternoon!â You smile, waving as you walk past.
You walk into your office space, the door gently shutting behind you as you set your bags down and turn on your lamp.
The smell from your cinnamon candle that you lit days prior is still lingering.
Just as your computer starts to load up, your boss opens your doorâ peaking his head in.
âI sent over some files for you to look over, itâs for a new client I just accepted last minute.â
You turn towards him, your brows slightly furrowed.
He hangs his head in defeat. âI know, I know. Donât kill me over it.â
âIâll start looking it over, but I probably wonât be truly focused on it until tomorrow.â
He looks at his watch and bites his lip in fear.
âWhat?â You ask with your head tilted out of confusion.
âActually, heâll be here in an hour to discuss it with you..â
Your mouth drops in shock, âTony..â
âI know, but heâs paying top dollar for us to represent him. Youâll get a raise for this too, Iâve already added it to your payroll.â
You turn back around, facing your computer and opening up your email.
âIâll get to work on that.â
âThank you so much! I knew I could depend on you.â He rants before shutting the door.
You scan through the email he sentâopening up all the documents and giving a quick glimpse through all of the information.
You pull out some of your sticky notes and jot down a few pivotal notes about what you noticed in the documents.
Time slips your mind as you're going over the information and printing out the paperwork.
Your office phone rings, itâs the receptionist letting you know that the client is here and waiting in conference room three.
âShit.â You mumble.
You grab all of the paperwork and your sticky notes before leaving your office and heading to the conference room.
You walk into the room, still face deep into the paperwork and not looking up.
You sit down at the table, before glancing up.
You see two very handsome, identical men staring back at you.
Youâd be lying if you said that it doesnât catch you off guard, you stare blankly for a few seconds.
âTwins?â You ask, flipping through the papers.
âNah, we cousins.â One of them jokes with a grin.
You let out a slight chuckle, you can appreciate the response.
âWhich one of you is Elias Moore?â
The man sitting in front of you on the left nods his head.
You slide over a piece of paper and pen to him.
âThat is the client contract that we have here. It just states that we expect total compliance and honesty from you as a client, if you cannot comply then we cannot adequately represent youâ which gives us the legal right to drop you as a client.â
âIt also tells you the retainer fee and how much he costs per hour..â
He signs the dotted line and passes the paper back to you.
You move it to the side and glance up at the other man beside him.
âWhatâs your name?â
He stares at you, his eyes slowly scanning every inch of your face.
âIâm Elijah, his brother and business partner.â
You nod, pulling off the cap of your pen to fill out a few of the pages.
âAre you part of the lawsuit?â
He shakes his head no.
âWe also like to be called Stack and Smoke. Iâm Stack and heâs Smokeâ Stack chimes in.
You nod, but itâs definitely unlike anything youâve heard of before.
âThe paperwork says that youâre being sued for two million dollars, is that correct?â
He sighs, but nods his head.
âIt says that youâre being sued for repudiation, in other wordsâ you indicated that youâd abandon the project.â
Stack shrugs. âI mean, hell the motherfuckerââ
Smoke nudges him, cutting him a look.
âMy apologies for my language. He already told me that things were going wrong with the project, more money than usual needing to be dumped into it. So, yeahâ I told him that we were pulling out.â
You write down his statements on the forms in front of you.
âWould you say that he didnât hold up his end of the contract?â
âYeah.â Smoke replies.
âHow long was this project initially supposed to take?â You ask, looking up at both of them.
You stop writing and stare at themâ looking over your glasses as they sit on the bridge of your nose.
âAre you serious?â
âYes maâam.â Stack nods.
All you can do is shake your head as you write the information down.
âHow long have you known the complainant?â
Stack takes the toothpick out of his mouth, âfifteen years.â
âWow.. uh, thatâs unfortunate that you ended up in this position.â
You finish jotting down a few more notes while the room is silent.
You glance at your watch on the table and start organizing your papers.
âWell gentlemen, I think thatâll be all I need from both of you today.â
They both stand up, adjusting their seats.
You grab all the papers, standing up and walking towards the door.
Stack takes a phone call as he holds the door open for both of you.
âNice meeting both of you. Iâll be in touch, if we need anything.â You mention.
Smoke holds his hand out to shake yours.
You grab his hand giving it a firm shake, your eyes meeting his. He stares into your eyes, almost like time around you is stopping.
Youâre barely able to notice him saying thank you with the way youâre enamored by him. His very presence, his voice, and his overall demeanor.
You let go of his hand, an intense feeling of embarrassment festering inside you.
The rest of your shift at the office has gone by smoothly and quicker than you expected.
You sit at the desk finishing up the emails you needed to send out and slowly but surely gathering your things.
The last email is sent, you power off your computer, turn off the lamp and grab your stuff to head out the door. Just as you walk to the door, your office phone rings and you debate not picking it upâ but you do anyway.
âHello, the office is currently closed right nowââ
âItâs me, Elijah. I was calling to see if Stack could get your number in case he needs to get in contact with you for anything regarding the case.â
You hold the phone to your ear, barely processing what was said.
âUm, anything heâd need he could just call the office phone.â
âWell, what if itâs after hours or on a day yâall are closed?â
Your mind races trying to think on what would be the correct course of action, but you also think about how furious your boss would be if you said no.
You take a deep breath and slowly recite the number to your cell.
âThank you, Iâll make sure to get it to him.â
âNo problem, is that all you needed from me?â You ask.
âYes.â
âOkay, weâll be in touch if we need anything else.â
The line disconnects.
The next morning you get up and start your day earlyâ you feed your cat Binx before you leave for class, barely leaving out in time.
You and your friend Lane are the first two people in the auditorium, killing time before class starts.
âYou know, our firm just took on this pretty big case.â You mention.
Laneâs brow raises, âreally? Is it a high profile one?â
You shrug your shoulders, unsure how to answer.
âI canât really say, because I donât know. I mean, itâs a lawsuit for two million dollars against these twins.â
âTwins? Men or women?â
You let out a laugh, nudging her. âGirl, you know Iâm talking about men.â
She throws her hands up in defeat.
âShit, I didnât know.â
You both laugh, neither one of you taking anything serious. Yâallâs laughter echoes throughout the auditorium.
âAre they at least cute?â
You glance at her with a smirk.
Despite the fact that you donât want to admit how fine they are, they are fine. The kind of fine that you see on tv, the kind that sounds made up.
âSo, howâs it been at the firm? Is it stressful?â She questions.
You shake your head, shifting your weight and leaning against the wall.
âItâs been good. This firm does take a lot of high rollers, so there can be stress regarding thatâ but you get used to it. The cases themselves arenât hard at all.â
She sips on her coffee, swirling it around. âI wish it was like that at the one Iâm at, that firm is a hell hole.â
Your brow raises, âreally?â
She nods. âShitty boss, huge workload, underpaid, and doing a ton of work off the clock.â
âThatâs a shame, truly. I was hoping that youâd like this one.â
She scoffs, âme too.â
You start to set up your cello as more people start coming in for class.
Today, youâre performing in front of the class for your final project. At the start of the semester, the professor assigns each student a different song to work on individually, and you perform it for him at the end for a grade.
Your palms start to sweat, just at the thought of messing this up.
One thing you donât play about is school in general and your skill with playing the cello. Youâre very proud of how good you are at playing and how your practice shows up when you performâbut now doubts are seeping into your head about how good youâve practiced.
You take a deep breath, walking over towards Lane after you finish setting up.
She stares at you and the anxiety written all over your face.
âAre you nervous?â
You wipe your hands off on your pants, giving her a slight nod.
âI just.. I just hope that I practiced enough.â
Lane wraps her arms around you, bringing you closer.
âDonât even sweat it, girl! You did more than enough and Iâm sure youâre going to ace this.â
You hug her back, grateful for a friend like her.
The doors to the auditorium, everyoneâs eyes meeting the noise.
Your professor Mr. Chang walks in with his clipboard, heading to the stage.
âSorry, everyone for being late. I got caught up in a meeting.â
You adjust your shirt, leaning up against Lane.
Mr. Chang makes his way to the front of the auditorium, stopping at the steps right before you go on stage.
âI want to say that Iâm very certain all of you have prepared greatly for this assignment. I know that all of you are nervous, some are even already asking about possible re-takes and we havenât even startedââ
âJust pretend that youâre alone and that this is your time to shine.â
He gestures for you to come over to him.
You share one last look with Lane before walking away.
He writes a few things on his clipboard before looking up at you.
âAre you ready?â
You take a deep breath, âitâs now or never.â
The lights in the auditorium dim as you walk onto the stage, the whispers and conversations between your peers coming to a halt.
Your heart races in your chest, your nervousness at an all time high.
You take your seat, waiting for further instruction.
Thereâs a brief pause before Mr.Chang looks up and gives you the go ahead.
You close your eyes like he suggested and begin to play as if youâre alone and in your own world. You imagine playing at a sold out opera house, people coming from near and far to see you.
All of your worries and fears vanish as you play.
Your bow feels weightless in your hand as it glides against the strings, gliding in a precise movement like it has a mind of its own.
Mr. Chang and the rest of the class watch you in awe.
You end the song on a note that makes everyone stand up to applaud you.
Your best friend Lane, smiling ear to ear.
You stand up from your seat, trying not to smile too hard.
Mr. Chang finishes his notes as he walks up the stairs beside you and onto the stage.
âWow, umââ
âYour performance was one of the best that Iâve seen in a long time. You hit every note so effortlessly and with such intricacy. Well done.â
Your eyes get glassy from his words and the overall compliment of your performance.
âIt should go without saying that youâve received a hundred on your assignment. Iâm blown away, truly and I think the rest of the class has pretty big shoes to follow after your performance.â
Your friend hugs you with a big grin as the class starts clapping again.
A few minutes later Mr. Chang dismisses class and you grab your stuff to leave.
Before you walk out the door, Mr. Chang runs up beside you and taps you on the shoulder.
âCan I speak to you for a minute?â
âUh, sure.â You reply with a little confusion.
âYou are by far one of my best students and I know how much you practice and study. I wanted to ask, are you interested in the tutoring program offered for my class?â
You stand there for a second and take in the question before coming up with a suitable answer.
âI had thought about it, but Iâm just too busy for it. I never have enough time.â
He nods, fiddling with the clipboard.
âI just ask that you take time to consider it again, I think it could be very beneficial to you and your classmates.â
He walks away, leaving you with your thoughts and still reeling from the high of nailing your performance.
It paid off. All of the late nights practicing and studying was worth it.
You get outside, adjusting your jacket to the cold wind while you stand there waiting for a taxi.
The man pulls the cab in front of you, a bit away from the curb.
You get in, shaking from the coldness outside.
âShit! Itâs so cold outside.â
The man laughs, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
âWhere to?â
âPark Avenue.â
Your taxi ride is quiet, just the low hums of the car and whatever radio station he has on. He drops you off where you asked and you walk into your apartment building.
Once you get inside and take your jacket and shoes off, youâre greeted by your cat Binx. Sheâs meowing at a very high pitch and walking in between your legs.
âI know, I know. Iâm going to feed you in a second, I promise.â
Binx always acts like sheâs starving if you donât feed her at her exact time, even a minute later and sheâs meowing like youâve abandoned her.
You pull out her food that you had prepped before you left and scrape it into her bowl. Youâre barely able to finish putting it in there before sheâs diving in and eating it like youâre gonna take it away from her.
Once youâre finished with that, you sit down on the couch with a glass of wine and open your laptop to start working. Normally, youâd use this time to kick your feet up and catch up on tvâ but this case is taking any free time you have left.
Reading all of the documents that you have available makes this case look anything other than winnable. Youâre taking notes on it and sending out dozens of emails, but even then it still feels like he will end up paying out. Maybe with some luck, he wonât have toâ but itâs up in the air.
You sip your wine as you type up an email to your boss, attach the files youâve gathered, and let him know what you have so far and what you still need.
You also note that these documents might need extra verification before they can be submitted into the system.
You set your glass in the sink and toss the empty wine bottle, stepping away from your computer while you wait for a response.
Sitting at the computer and working while watching the sun set around you is blissful, something you enjoy more now than ever.
You sit back down on the couch and your computer dings, your boss responds.
He informs you that Elias is coming to the office tomorrow to talk about his assets. You reply back acknowledging the email, closing out all of your tabs, and turning off your laptop.
Now that your work is done, you spend the rest of your afternoon and nightâ catching up on Real Housewives of Atlanta and eating the Chinese takeout you ordered.
Your day doesnât have to start early as it normally does, because you donât have any classes today. You just have to report straight to the firm.
By 10:30 am youâre walking through the firm doors and heading to your office.
You put your lunch away in your mini fridge, adjust your blinds to the window, and light a candle before getting started.
The first four hours at work are filled with calls from people needing consultations, but the firmâs schedule is booked from open to close everyday. After the last consultation call, your boss comes into your office and tells you to close off the schedule for the remainder of the year. He says that it wouldnât be feasible to continue taking on clients with his already huge caseload.
You update the company website to reflect that youâre no longer taking on new clients and you update the phone call system to update people there as well.
Your day has already been so busy non- stop and you can feel a headache coming on. You grab your lunch and eat some of the food you packed in hopes that it would make you feel better.
You eat what you can and put the rest away before you grab your paperwork and make your way to the conference room to wait on Elias.
You sit down at the table, checking your watch and making sure that youâre still on time.
A few minutes later both of them walk in the room to your surprise.
âHello, Good afternoon.â You smile, shuffling through the papers.
They take a seat across the table.
âAfternoon.â Smoke nods.
You pull out a pen, glancing at the paper.
âSo, youâre here today for us to discuss your assetsââ
âDiscussing your assets is a pivotal part of working a case, we need to make sure all bases are covered and to go over what would happen if youâd lose the case.â You mention.
Stackâs fingers tap the table, a sigh escaping his lips.
âWe ainât gotta worry about us losing, that shouldnât be happening.â
You let out a laugh, not that heâs funnyâ but heâs too cocky for his own good.
âThereâs always a possibility, unless you have stone cold proof of something that would invalidate the complainants claim.â
He sucks his teeth and Smoke cuts him a look.
âIâm going to go down this list of properties that you have listed, you let me know which youâd be willing to lose if you end up owing the two million.â
âThe Colorado ranch?â
âNo.â
âThis isnât a property, but you have a yacht listed.â
âNo.â
âThe penthouse near Times Square?â
âHell nah.â He chuckles.
âThe penthouse in Miami?â
âNo.â
âThe multi use building in Chicago?â
âNope.â
You glance up with your brow raised and a slight smirk.
âIf youâre not willing to give any of your properties up, then how will you pay? They will seize them if youâre uncooperative.â
âCash.â Smoke chimes in.
You set the pen down on the table, leaning back in your chair with your fingers intertwined in your lap.
âCash? Youâre going to pay the two million dollars with cash?â
âYes maâam.â Stack replies.
You sit up in the chair and pick up the pen, jotting down the info.
You pass Stack a piece of paper and a pen.
âWrite down the routing and accounting number to whichever account youâll use.â
Smoke pulls out a cigarette, âcan I smoke in here?â
âNo, you may not.â You reply curtly.
He licks his lips, almost as if a grin is tugging at his lips.
Stack slides the pen and piece of paper back to you.
âIs it clean?â You ask.
âAs a whistle.â Smoke replies.
âAlright then, Iâll get this to Tony and heâll verify the funds. I will be back in contact, if we need anything else.â You inform them.
You stand up, adjusting your skirt and grabbing the papers off of the table.
âGentlemen.â You nod.
They stand up, pushing their chairs back up to the table and watching you walk out of the room.
âMy, my, my.â Smoke mumbles under his breath.
From the very first glance Smoke knew that he wanted you. The way you carry yourself, the way you speak, the way that youâve been handling the caseâ every detail about you has caught his eye. Especially today, seeing you in the red blouse and the short black skirt. It did something to him.
He can no longer deny what he thinks of you, despite trying his hardest to.
When you talk, he listens and nothing else catches his attention. When you grin, a heat fills his chest. Itâs like youâre in control of him.
Itâs been a long time since heâs looked at anyone the way heâs looking at you.
He wants to get to know you, he has to for his own sanity.
Once you get back to your office, you have to sit down and take a deep breath. Despite so little interaction with Smoke, he lives in your mind.
You finish up filling out a few things and youâre about to wrap your day up. Youâve been so busy that hours have slipped past you while youâve been working.
As youâre about to turn your computer off, you get a text.
âCan you meet me at a restaurant in Manhattan to discuss more details about the case? -Eâ
You have to read it a few times out of confusion, because thereâs no reason that youâd have much to discuss. Youâve already gotten most of the documents needed, you discussed their assets, and youâve gone over all pivotal information with Elias. You text him back, âSure thing! Just text me the address.â
You were looking forward to going home and now youâre about to go to a restaurant and discuss more work related things.
Your phone dings with the information about the restaurant and what time you need to be there. You realize you still have time before needing to head there, so you decide to head home and feed your cat. The sun will be setting soon and she probably won't get her food on time once you go to the restaurant.
You take a thirty minute cab ride home to feed Binx really quickly, drop your stuff off, and then youâre back in another cab on your way to Manhattan.
Once the cab arrives at the restaurant, youâre ready for this to be over and hoping that he doesnât have much to talk about.
The restaurant is fancy, itâs dimly lit and requires reservations.
You step inside by passing the line out of the door and walking to the staff at the counter. You let them know that youâre supposed to be meeting someone here. Youâre not even able to finish your sentence before theyâre telling you to follow themâ they already know who you are and who youâre looking for.
They walk you back to a table in the back, against the window with a great view.
Youâre greeted by Smoke at the table instead of Stack and the confusion is written all over your face.
âHello.â
You sit at the table, taking your coat off and putting it behind the chair.
âHi..â
âI thought Elias needed me here for paperwork?â You question.
âYou are here for paperwork, but itâs me handling this instead of Stack.â
He hands you a manila envelope, âGet this to Tony. Itâs for his eyes and his only.â
You nod and put the envelope in your purse.
He calls over the waiter and has them bring over a bottle of wine.
âDo you drink?â
You shrug, âoccasionally.â
The waiter pours a red wine into your glass, asking Smoke if there is anything else heâd need.
âIâd also like an old fashioned.â He mentions.
The waiter smiles, âIâll be right back with that.â
The soft jazz music plays in the restaurant from an actual live band in the corner performing it. This is the kind of restaurant youâd bring your lover or mistress, not a place for a business interaction.
âWhatâs the meaning of this?â You ask while taking a sip of wine from your glass.
âI want to get to know the person handling this case. I know Tony, but I donât know you.â
You let out a scoff thatâs just short of a laugh.
âThereâs not much to know, Iâm just the paralegal assigned to your case and nothing more.â
The waiter brings his drink to the table and two menus, before leaving the table promptly.
âThatâs a corporate response if Iâve ever heard one.â
You open your menu, browsing through it and avoiding eye contact.
âWho are you really?â He pries.
You donât respond leaving his question hanging in the air.
âDo you bring all the Paralegals that you meet out for dinner?â
He chuckles, rubbing his finger around the brim of the glass.
âAre you assuming that weâre always in legal trouble and in need of a paralegal?â
You look up from your menu, a smirk on your face.
âHm.â
âYou gonna answer my question?â He asks, his brow raised.
You push some of your hair out of your face and sit back in your chair, staring at him.
âIâm a paralegal that works for Tony Giordano and that also attends Julliard.â
âInteresting ..â he mumbles under his breath.
âIs there anything else that you want to know?â You ask with a hint of sarcasm.
He picks up his menu, reading through it and his eyes are still somehow lingering on you.
âWhat instrument do you play?â
âI play the cello. Also not everyone that attends Julliard is playing an instrument.â
âGood instrument.â He comments.
The waiter comes back to the table and takes both of your orders. You order the steak salad and he orders the grilled salmon and asparagus.
A silence lingers between the two of you, both of you unsure who should take the lead in the conversation.
âHow do you know Tony?â
âI only know him, because I work for him. He posted an ad for the job, I applied and I was selectedââ
âHow do you know him?â
He finishes his drink, almost like heâs buying time with his answer.
âBusiness.â
âHmm. What do you and your brother do?â
âWe own a few nightclubs and a few businesses.â
You finish the wine in your glass.
âSo, what did the two of you actually do in order to get sued for two million?â
He gives you a breathy laugh, shocked by your straightforwardness.
âYouâd make a fantastic lawyer, straight to the heavy hitting questions.â
The waiter comes back bringing another old fashioned and filling your glass with wine again.
âItâs not a heavy hitting question. Most people arenât sued too quickly for breach of contract, not in this manner. The complainant doesnât even want to settle, he wants a trial. You guys seriously pissed him off.â
He shrugs his shoulders, âwe handled the situation way better than most would have.â
The waiter brings your food out and it looks absolutely delicious, Smoke digs in and so do you.
âDo you have a boyfriend?â
You glance up in shock. You finish chewing your salad, taking your time with answering.
âDo I have a what?â
âYou heard me.â
You squirm in your seat a little, your heart beating faster.
âI donât have a boyfriend. Iâm not sure what that has to do with me being the paralegal working on your case though.â
âI just didnât want to step on any toes with this dinner.â He points out.
You swirl your wine around in the glass before taking another sip. This dinner wasnât what you were expecting and thatâs okay, but this man has you feeling things that you shouldnât be feeling for a client..
The wine is making your body feel warm and tingly, the sensation carrying its way through your body.
Your eyes follow his every movement, including the way his tongue drags across his bottom lip after he takes a bite of his food.
âWhat are the chances that we walk away clean?â
You wipe your mouth with a napkin, trying to figure out a way to give him a genuine answer.
âHmââ
âIf you gave any solid evidence in that folder then youâll have a chance, if not then youâll probably end up losing.â
You finish the wine in your glassâ feeling full and like your stomach could burst.
You catch a glimpse at your watch. âShit, itâs getting late and I have to get home.â
You pull out your wallet and he puts his hand out, stopping you.
âNah, youâll never have to worry about a tab with me.â
He puts three hundreds on the table and stands upâ putting his coat on and walking over to help you put yours on.
âThank you for dinner, it was lovely and it was nice getting to speak to you.â
You turn to walk away and he grabs your hand catching you off guard.
âI can give you a ride, Iâll have my driver drop you off.â
He guides you through the restaurant, holding your hand.
You both get outside, standing side by side and no longer holding hands.
A blacked out Escalade pulls up and a driver gets out of the car, coming to the passenger side and opening the door for you.
âMs.â The driver smiles.
You get in and Smoke gets in on the other side.
Once the driver is in, you tell him your address. You sit back, enjoying the warm and comfortable ride to your apartment.
There isnât any talking going on between you two during the ride, Smoke is taking a few calls and youâre just trying to relax.
After what feels like a while in the car, the driver pulls in front of your apartment building and he comes to open the door for you. As you get out, you adjust your skirt and turn to thank Smoke for the dinner.
He gives a nod and waves at you, still on the phone.
The driver shuts the door and you walk into the building.
When you get inside your apartment, you kick your heels off and collapse onto your couch. Your day has been busy and non-stop, normally youâd be exhausted and ready for bedâ but after that dinner heâs all you're thinking about.
Not that youâd ever end up with him, but he was interested in you and in what you do. Itâs never happened before, it feels like the stuff you see in movies.
Maybe, youâre reading too much into it and it was just simply a professional dinnerâ but thereâs nothing professional about the way he makes you feel.
After a long and hot shower, you get into bed and try getting some rest.
When you wake up the next morning, you complete your usual routineâ but this time instead of getting ready for work or class, youâre going to a Pilates class. You donât attend as much as you used to, but when you need something to clear your mindâ you immediately book a class.
The class is an hour and thirty minutes long, which is exactly what you need. More time focusing on yourself and your body instead of him.
On your way home, you get a call from your boss and he asks you to come in.
You rush home, shower, and change into your work attire. Barely enough time to do all of that, before youâre in a taxi and on your way to work.
Once you get into your officeâ you sit down and sign into your computer to get started on your work.
Thereâs a knock at your door. You turn in your seat to see a delivery man standing there holding flowers.
âI was told these are for you.â
You accept them and sit them down on your desk.
âThese are beautiful, who sent them?â You mumble to yourself.
You read the card.
âThank you for joining me for dinner last night. I had a wonderful time.â
Youâre grinning ear to ear, unable to hide it.
You really felt that maybe you were reading into things too much or that you were being delusional, but maybe he does share the same attraction that you do. Why else would he have twenty four roses delivered to your office?
You get back to focusing on work and you send a few emails out, but thatâs interrupted when your boss calls you to his office. At first youâre worried that he somehow found out about the dinner, but instead it was him thanking you. He thanked you for being so patient and understanding with the case load youâve had lately. He also informs you that youâll be getting a Christmas bonus, which makes you really happy to hear. You could use it for so many things and youâve earned it with all of the late nights within the last few months.
You get back to your office and youâre almost jumping for joy at his praise for you and your work.
You take a quick break, searching a few things on your computer and you send an update email to Stackâ letting him know that he has a court date for the case coming up in two weeks.
Lunchtime is approaching, so you grab your bag and head down the street to a local Mexican restaurant.
You wait for Lane to arrive.
She meets you at the restaurant a few minutes later.
âHey!â
âHey, girl!â You laugh, giving her a quick hug as she sits down.
âHow have you been?â
You sit back down in your seat, scooting closer to the table.
âIâve been good, just busy working and practicing as usual. How are you?â
She laughs, pushing her hair behind her ear.
âShit, stressed. Iâm not ready for my performance, at least I donât feel ready. I donât think Iâve practiced enough.â
You scoff, waving her off. âYou damn near practice just as much as I do, youâre more than ready.â
âWhat if I mess up?â
âThen you take a deep breath and continue through your performance, you got this and you know you do.â
The waiter comes to your table and takes yâalls orders, both of you already knowing what you want. You both order taco salads and a margarita.
âSo, howâs the case doing?â She asks, eyes focused on you and your body language.
âItâs going about how youâd expect it to, very up in the air.â
The waiter brings the margaritas to the table and a few napkins.
You sip on yours, looking around the room.
âWhat about the client?â She pries.
You try to keep from smirking and you continue to look around the room.
âWhat about him?â
âGirl, donât be coy with me. You already know what Iâm talking about.â
You both laugh.
âI mean theyâre both fine, but the oldest twin was the one that caught my attention.â
She sips on her margarita, a smile on her face.
âOkay, I see you.â
You shake your head, still downplaying your attraction to him.
âHeâs technically a client and Iâd never cross that line.â
The waiter brings out your food and both of you waste no time before saying a quick prayer and digging in.
âDo you think youâd ever consider it, if he was interested?â She questions, taking another bite of her food.
âUm, still no. Heâs very handsome, but Iâd like to maintain that level of professionalism between us. Heâs also way older than me and I just donât have time for that.â
Lane eyes you and just nods her head to your answer. She knows you like the back of her hand and itâs very clear that she doesnât buy it.
Part of what you said is true, you donât have time for that. Youâre not interested in any type of fling between a man, you have school and work to worry about.
Does he interest you? Yes, but blurring that line between client and anything else is always a terrible idea.
âWell, if youâre genuinely not interested in himâ send him my way. I need an older man in my life.â She giggles.
You fake a smile, but you know damn well that you want him all for yourself.
Lunch wraps up about twenty minutes later as both of you have to get back to work. You cover both tabs, give her a hug and start your walk back to the office. On your way to the office, your boss calls you and tells you that he closed early. He has a family emergency and told you that youâre off for the rest of the day with pay.
You get a cab back home, excited to have a free afternoon.
Once youâre home you immediately kick your shoes off and get ready to start practicing with your cello. Lately, work has had most of your time and you havenât spent nearly enough time practicing.
Playing your cello gives you a sense of comfort and peace, itâs the one thing youâre truly dedicated to. You were taught how to play at a young age and youâve held that close to you ever since.
You look over your notes from class and the music sheets that Mr.Chang gave everyone. Now that the class concert is a week awayâ you need to be practicing even more and harder than you did before.
You sit in your chair near the window, in complete silence and you begin playing.
The sound flowing through your apartment is like something magical.
Youâre in your own world when you playâfree from all thoughts, worries, and fears.
Hours pass by while youâre playing, before you finally decide to be done for the afternoon and take a break.
You put your cello away, feed Binx, and sit down on the couchâ opening your laptop to check your emails.
The sunset glow from outside shines through the window, casting your shadow on the wall.
You finish a few correspondence emails, hoping for fast responsesâ but youâre not holding your breath. You come across an email from the complainant's attorney. You open the file in the email only to realize that itâs a clear as day recording of Stack threatening the complainant.
Your skin is hot and mouth agape. This is bad, really bad.
You immediately pick up the phone and dial Tonyâ after a few rings he picks up.
âEverything okay?â He asks.
You sigh, pacing around your apartment.
âWe have a problem, a big one.â
You can hear multiple voices in the background, sounding like heâs out to eat.
âSpill it.â
âI.. I just got an email with a clear recording of Stack threatening the complainant.â
Itâs completely silent on the other end.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â He replies, his voice raised.
âUnfortunately, Iâm not. Iâm not sure what to do.â
You can hear the anger slipping through his words.
âGet that motherfucker on the phone, we need to talk!â
You anxiously bite your lip,âI will and Iâll let you know what he says.â
The line disconnects after this.
You feel like burying your head in sand, this couldnât possibly get any worse. It makes you look bad, like you havenât been doing your job.
After some hesitation and even more pacing around your apartment, you pick your phone up and text Smoke.
âWhatâs your address?â
You feel like you could throw up once you see that the text was sent.
He responds back immediately with no questions and just sends his address.
Twenty minutes later, you put your heels on, grab your jacket, and rush downstairs. You get outside to catch a taxi, but youâre met with two blacked out Escalades parked on the sidewalk.
A man approaches you, the driver of one of the vehicles.
âHi, maâam. My nameâs Jabari and I was sent to pick you bring you to Mr. Moore.â
Youâre too stunned to speak, you just follow Jabari to the car and get in the backseat.
The drive is quiet outside of the subtle radio station that was playing. After a little bit, the cars pull up the curb of this fancy building.
Jabari helps you out of the car and you hesitantly walk through the front doors of the building, greeted by the security at the desk.
âThe elevator will take you straight to floor twenty where heâs at.â The older gentleman grins.
Youâre in awe at the building. Itâs beautiful and very detailed. You could only ever dream of owning a penthouse in this building, maybe if you won the lottery.
The elevator dings and the doors open up to you being inside his house.
Heâs standing in the kitchen when you walk in, leaning against the counter in a white tank and grey sweatpants.
âGlad you made it.â
You walk towards the kitchenâ your eyes scanning the space and view from the ceiling to floor windows.
âWhat did I tell you two in the very beginning?â You scold him.
He grabs two bottles of water from the fridge, sliding one across the counter to you.
âTell us about what?â He replies.
âComplete compliance and total fucking honesty.â You remind him, anger fueling your voice.
You push play on the recording that you saved to your recording device.
He listens and doesnât have much of a reaction, almost like he knew about this the entire time.
âWhy wasnât I told about this?â
âI didnât think that this would come into play, but if Tony goes through that file I gave youâ that wonât matter.â
âTony is just the figurehead for your case. I do all of the work! Me and only me. The information that I get is vetted and then it goes to him. If you canât be honest with me and give the information to me, then I canât properly do my fucking job. If I canât do my job, then I get in trouble.â You yell.
He walks around the counter, standing closer to youâ leaning against it and keeping his focus on your face.
âYou wonât get fired or anything like that.â
âHow do you know that? Huh?â
âCause If he fires you, then heâd lose us as clients and weâd follow you wherever you went.â
You lose your train of thought when he says that, all the anger and annoyances leaves your body in an instance.
âI just need to know if thereâs anything else, or Iâll recommend that Tony drop your case.â
You turn away to start walking back towards the elevator.
âHave a goodnight Mr. Moore.â
Youâre barely able to finish your sentence, before heâs grabbed you and pulled you into him.
He kisses youâ deep, slow, and tender. He takes his time.
His thumb brushes your cheek and you melt into him.
You pull away, ending the kiss and itâs the last thing you want to do.
âWe.. shouldnât.â You mumble.
His thumb is still caressing your cheek and his eyes staring into yours.
âWhy not?â
Even with a million reasons why, you struggle to say any.
âUse your words.â He coaches.
You feel your heart skip a beat.
âWe should keep things professional.â
He pushes you back against the counter, his hands wandering your body. You feel his hand caressing your upper thigh and making itâs way lower and lower.
The heat in your stomach is rising and the wetness is pooling between your legs.
His hand brushes up against your panties and you feel weak.
The way heâs rubbing your thighs and in between your legs, itâs very clear that heâs methodical with how he likes to tease. He wants to drive you crazy before heâs even done much.
He kisses the side of your cheek, sprinkling kisses down your face and onto your neck.
âTell me to stop, especially if you want this to stay professional.â
You should want this to stay professional, heâs a client for crying out loud. This kind of behavior could cause you to lose your job, but even with that in mind you canât fix your lips to tell him to stop.
He tears your panty hose, like itâs something heâs done plenty of times before.
His fingers slowly rubbing you through your panties before he pushes them to the side.
He starts kissing you again, his tongue gliding against yours and making your mouth its home.
He slides his fingers in between your folds, not too fast and not too slowâ but just right.
Your hand grips the counter and your eyes roll back into your head.
Something so wrong shouldnât feel so right.
Your chest rising and falling fast, moans spilling out of your mouth and into his as you suck his tongue.
A grunt leaves his mouth.
Your slick coats his fingers as he rubs your clit.
âFuck.â
His finger slides down from your clit and he slowly presses it inside of you.
You gasp, âSmoke.â
âMhmm..â
He pumps his finger in and out of you, the knot in your stomach building.
âYouâre so needy.â He groans.
Your grip on the counter tightens.
He pulls his finger out, catching you off guard.
Itâs glistening in the light, before he sucks it clean.
He brings his fingers close to your mouth, âspit.â
You spit on his fingers, your eyes tracking his every move.
He rubs your clit and then slowly pushes two fingers in.
âOh, my.. fuck.â You moan.
He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, making sure that youâll never forget him or this.
It feels better than you couldâve ever expected.
Youâre barely able to hold on, your toes curling in your heels.
You kiss him on his neck, almost making him lose focus.
A few seconds later, you cum hardâ harder than you ever have.
He gives you a quick kiss, pulling his fingers out and directing you to his bathroom.
You stand there in the mirror in disbelief, wondering if youâre dreamingâ because thereâs no way that just happened.
You pull your ripped panty hose off and toss them in the trash.
When you come out of the bathroom a few minutes later, heâs drinking some water.
âIâm going to go. Iâll make sure to talk to Tony and see if he looked over the stuff in the envelope.â
He tilts his head, âyou good?â
You nod and press the button waiting on the elevator.
His drivers drive you home and the entire ride all you can think about is how youâre an idiot. Messing around with a client is wrong and beyond a bad look, you know betterâ and you shouldnât have let it happen regardless of how you feel.
Itâs been a few days since the interaction between you and Smoke, you havenât heard from him and at first it bothered youâ but now youâve written him off.
It is what is and you have more important things to worry about anyway.
Itâs almost time for your class performanceâ the concert hall is packed with faculty, family, and friends.
Mr. Chang stands on the stage, facing all of you.
âYou guys have come so far and youâve worked very hard to get to this point. I canât wait for everyone to see how much time and effort youâve put into this.â
He gives a thumbs up and the curtains behind him rise.
You take a deep breath, trying not to let the number of people sitting in the building make you nervous.
Two minutes later you guys begin and continue playing for the next hour and fifteen minutes. Everything goes greatâ there were no mistakes or off key notes. It went just as youâd hoped and it went by so quickly that you couldnât even tell that you had just performed for an hour.
The crowd gives a standing ovation lasting for ten minutesâ a crowd of two hundred people that are blown away and proud of every single one of you.
Once the clapping is done, while youâre still sitting in your seatsâ a photographer comes on stage and takes a few pictures of you guys. Right after that youâre able to pack your instrument and go into the crowd to meet the people you invited.
You pack your cello, taking it to the back and wiping off your sweaty hands.
The concert hall hums with laughter and voices overlapping.
You walk down towards the seats and meet your friend Lane who runs up and gives you a hug, slightly lifting you off the ground.
âIâm so fucking proud of you, you did fantastic.â She laughs.
You have a smile on your face that no one can take away.
âI was so nervous, Iâve been nervous about this concert since I was picked for it.â
She grabs your hand. âYou just saw and experienced why you had no reason to be nervous.â
You guys walk aroundâ mingling with other friends and posing for pictures.
âAre you ready to go?â She subtly whispers in your ear as you smile and wrap up a conversation.
You nod.
You and her walk to the door, laughing and talking about nothing.
Just as youâre about to walk out the door, Smoke walks up to holding a bouquet of pink roses.
âYou did good, real good.â
Lane eyes you, âis this him? My god.â
He hands you the roses, âcan I talk to you for a minute?â
You hold the roses and roll your eyes, âno.â
Lane nudges you.
âWell, girlâ Iâm about to go home. Iâll call you later, love ya!â
âLove you too!â
You move around him, continuing to walk towards the exit.
He nudges you, guiding you into the hallway on the side thatâs away from the doors.
âWhere are you going?â
âIâm going home, Smokeââ
âI havenât heard from you at all since I last seen you and you have the nerve to show up to a concert that I didnât tell you about or invite you to?â
âI wanted to see you play.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to maintain your composure.
âWhat do you want from me? You got what you wanted, is that not enough?â
He frowns, his shoulders pulled back.
âWhat I wanted?â
âYou couldnât even begin to handle what I want.â He scoffs.
âTry me.â You reply.
He grabs your hand and leads you outside to his cars, you climb in and so does he. The driver takes you to his building, opening the door for you.
Smoke grabs your hand and leads you into the building.
âWhat up, Gerard?â
The security guard smiles, giving him a nod of approval.
As you get in the elevator waiting for his floor, he grabs your roses.
âTake your shoes off by the door and hang your coat on the rack.â
The elevator dings and he walks ahead of you, he sets the flowers on the counter and disappears down the hallway.
You take your shoes and coat offâ wandering the kitchen and into the living room.
The view of the city below from his windows is breathtaking. You stare down below at the busy city streets and the people walking.
Smoke calls your name from a room down his hallway.
You walk down the hallâ taking your time and admiring the paintings.
You approach the room and the door is cracked. The room is mostly black with hints of red and dimly lit.
He stands in the middle of the room on a red mat, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned and showing off his chest.
âCome here.â
You walk over, eyes scanning the roomâ but youâre unable to tell whatâs what.
âSmoke, whatâs theââ
He grabs your chin and presses a quick kiss to your lips.
âSit on your knees.â
Instead of asking more questions, you do it. Almost like it came naturally.
He walks around you and places a blindfold over your eyes.
All you can hear are his feet shuffling against the floor.
âIâm not your ordinary man.â
You feel a light and ticklish sensation on your arms and neck that makes you squirm, unable to pinpoint what it is or what heâs doing.
âI require submission, full submission when it comes to sex.â
Your breath hitches in your chest. This is far what you were expecting from him.
You feel a cold metal sensation against your right arm.
âI am whatâs considered a sadist.â
Your eyes widen under the mask, but before you can say anything he continues to talk.
âDonât worry, itâs only for pain in a sexual regard. Never anything outside of that and never anything that isnât agreed upon beforehand.â
You can hear his feet circling around you on the mat and what you presume to be leather tassels moving along your body.
âStand up.â
You stand up without even thinking twice.
âTake one step forward.â
You take one step.
Giving someone else this kind of control in the bedroom should scare you, but instead youâre interestedâ turned on even.
His lips brush against yours, his breath warming your cheek.
âIf you want anything with me, you have to submit to me.â
âAre you gonna submit to me?ââ
You nod, lips slightly parted and heart rate picking up.
He brushes your face with his hand.
âGood.â
He pulls the mask off of your face, scanning your face for any unsavory reaction. You stare back at him with admiration and want.
He grabs your hand and leads you back into the living room, shutting the door behind him.
You walk into the kitchen and see two women in uniform standing there.
âThis is Marcielle and Dana, theyâre my help around here. Theyâre like family to me, you never treat them any differently. They speak Spanish and English. Theyâre here if you need anything when Iâm not around.â
He starts adjusting his shirt, buttoning it up.
âIâm about to go to handle some business, I can drop you off or you can stay and make yourself at home.â
Youâre still trying to wrap your head around everything that he just did, but you tell him to drop you off.
In the car youâre sitting closer to him this time, trying to figure out where you go from here.
âSo, does this make you my man? Or what?â You ask, breaking the silence.
His driver Jabari glances at you in the mirror and raises up the tinted glass window in between the front and back.
âDo you want to be my woman?â
You lick your lips, trying to hide your expression and you let the question linger without a response. This definitely would be a unique start to a relationship.
Jabari pulls up at your apartment, getting out and coming to open your door.
Before you get out of the car, smoke grabs your hand. You look back at him and he pulls you into a kiss, a kiss where heâs letting you know that youâre his.
âIâll see you later, baby.â
You get out of the car and your stomach is in knots from excitement and disbelief of everything thatâs happened. Being with him was just a fantasy, something that in your mind was unattainable.
You walk into your apartmentâ picking up Binx, who was waiting patiently for you at the door and for you to give her some attention. When you bent down to pick her up, a card fell out of your coat pocket.
A black Amex with a sticky note on it.
âFor you.â
You pick up your phone, texting him and figuring that it must be a mistake.
âDid you mean to put a card in my pocket?â
He texts you back immediately.
âYes. Your own personal card, it has no limit. Get anything you need.â
âAlso, buy something nice for dinner tonight.â
You shriek, dancing around your living room while you hold Binx..
This feels like a dream.
You change into another dress in the private dressing room, while Lane stands there admiring herself in the mirror.
âWait, so let me get this straightâ all of this stemmed from the dinner you had with him?â
You adjust the dress, trying to figure out if itâs even worthy of bringing out to show her.
âYeah, pretty much.â
You zip up your dress and pull the curtain, walking out to show Lane.
âThatâs cute on you. It shows off your curves without being too revealing and itâs the perfect length.â
You stare in the mirror, adjusting the dress. âI thought so too.â
âDid you fuck him?â She asks, downing the rest of her champagne.
âGirl, what? Hell no!â
âHe only fingered me.â You giggle.
âOh, my bad! You only let him play with your cat. Iâll try to be more correct next time.â She mocks.
âThank you, boo.â You reply back with the same level of sarcasm.
âDo you want some more champagne?â She asks, holding the bottle.
You shake your head no and walk back into the dressing room, pulling the curtain behind you.
âI wouldnât have believed you if I hadnât seen him for myself. A mysterious rich man, who randomly wants you like this and gives you a card with no limitâ sounds made the hell up.â She laughs.
You pull the curtain back, coming out in only your bra and panties.
âCan you hand me that shirt and skirt?â
She walks over grabbing it and handing it to you.
âDamn, did you buy that set for him?â
You pull your shoulders back, a laugh escaping your throat.
âNo. I bought this awhile back, I thought it was cute.â
âHe will too.â She smirks, doing a humping motion.
You put on the blouse, shaking your head.
âYouâre a mess.â
She looks through the dresses and skirts that you have picked out.
âWhat are you going to do when itâs time to put out?â
You peek your head out from behind the curtain.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât know, letâs seeâ checks notes, oh that thing about you being a virgin.â
You shrug, stepping back behind the curtain and putting the skirt on.
âI donât like this.â You mumble, looking at yourself in the mirror.
Lane did have a good point, what are you going to do when he wants to have sex? You havenât quite thought it all the way through and you arenât too sure that youâd even want him to be your first.
You put your clothes back on, hanging up the pieces that you didnât want in the dressing room.
You pull the curtain back, walking over to grab the clothes that you have set aside.
âAre you taking this thing between you and him serious?â
âAs serious as heâs taking it. This is probably something to kill time for him.â
She nods, âyou might be right.â
You get to the counter and the woman rings up your items.
âYour total is $4,567.21â
You almost feel as if youâre sweating bullets when you swipe the card, waiting to see if the purchase is approved or declined.
The transaction goes through, lifting an invisible weight off of your chest.
âAlright, here you go. Your receipt is in the bag.â The woman smiles.
You take the bag and start to walk away, âthank you!â
You both walk into the parking lot, gossiping about some stuff that happened on campus. You hug each other and go your separate ways.
âLet me know how tonight goes.â
âI will!â You shout.
You make one last stop before going home, you get your nails and toes done.
When you finally walk through your apartment door you have a sigh of relief. Putting the bags down and sitting down on your couch..
Your phone dings, a text from Smoke.
âA car will be outside waiting to pick you up in two hours. See you soon.â
You feel tingly inside reading his text, getting excited.
You feed Binx first, then you move on to taking a quick shower, picking out an outfit, putting on a small amount of makeup, and adding a few loose curls to your hair before pinning it up.
By the time you finish up, youâre damn near running late.
You put some more water in Binxâs water fountain and blow the candle in the kitchen out, before walking out the door.
You get downstairs and get in the Escalade thatâs waiting for you.
The car smells just like a black ice air freshener.
You send a quick text to Lane, âheading there now. Wish me luck!â
The car ride is about thirty minutes or so.
You arrive there, heading in and seeing that the restaurant is completely empty.
Heâs waiting for you at a table in the back.
He stands up, helping you get your coat off and giving you a kiss.
âYou smell good and you look good.â He mentions.
âThank you.â
He already has a bottle of wine at the table waiting for you.
âWhere is everyone?â You ask himâ looking around for anyone thatâs not staff.
He pours wine into your glass, "I rented this out for us. I wanted to spend some time out with you, without the worry of other people.â
âYou didnât have to do that.â
âI wanted to.â
You take a sip of your wine, your eyes widening. âThis is really delicious.â
âI see that you spent almost forty six hundred dollars today.â
You shift in your seatâ âIâm sorry, was that too much?â
He laughs. â Donât apologize, I told you that you could get whatever you wanted.â
The waiter brings two menus and places them on the table.
âTell me more about yourself.â
You glance up, holding your menu. âWhat do you want to know?â
âEverything.â
You laugh, tilting your head and simultaneously looking at the menu.
âHmmââ
âIâm a middle child and I have three sisters. I graduated high school at the top of my class and I will finish college at the top of my class. I have a black cat named Binx. Iâve been playing the cello since I was a child and I want to travel the world one day.â
He nods, âokay.â
âPretty straight forward.â He mutters.
You put down your menu after figuring out what you want.
âItâs your turn, tell me about you.â
You follow up with a question before he can figure out where to start.
âHave you done this before?â
âThis exact thing, like with you?â
You shake your head yes, sipping on more of your wine.
âNo.â
âAre you married? Have you ever been married?â
âNo and no.â
âDo you have any kids?â
âNo.â
The waiter interrupts the conversation, coming to your order.
You order the stuffed shells and he orders the steak Alfredo.
He turns in his chair.
âThere is something we have to go over.â
You raise your brow, putting down your glass.
âWhatâs that?â
âIn order for this to continue, you have to sign an nda with my attorney. I will pay for you to get your own, so that they can be there to go over it with you. The nda is a non- negotiable, itâs something that has been carefully drafted.â
You nod your head, you donât have much to say or ask about that.
âAre you on birth control?â
You finish your glass of wine and shake your head no.
âWell, thatâs a non- negotiable as well. I donât care what kind youâre on, you just have to be on some form in order for this to continue. If thatâs not your cup of tea, thatâs fine. I wonât force you, but this will stop right now. The last thing I need is you getting pregnant.â
âOkay.â
The rest of the dinner is kind of a blur, not because you donât remember itâ you were so focused on everything else that was mentioned prior. Thereâs nothing wrong with the nda, heâs making sure that he protects himself. Birth control and nda? Maybe this is something thatâs just fun for him, maybe you did get the wrong impression.
When he drops you off, the car ride was silent. You were really withdrawn, not inherently upsetâ but you feel like an idiot for thinking it could be a real thing.
You got into your apartmentâ kicked your shoes off, took off your dress, and got into the bed.
This morning you slept in, you were exhausted from last night and could use the extra sleep. After making oatmeal and feeding Binx, you sit on the couch and catch up on some tv.
Your phone dings.
âYouâll be picked up at three to meet my attorney and your attorney will be waiting for you there. I wonât be there, but after that Iâd like for you to come over. If you want.â
You read it and set your phone back down beside you, continuing to eat your oatmeal.
You spend the next few hours just laying there on the couch, watching tv as the hours go by.
At two, you get up to take a quick shower and to get ready. You almost feel like bailing on the meeting altogether, but you donât.
Once youâre dropped off at the building, you go inside to the third floor where youâre greeted by your attorneyâ Mrs. Mathers.
She shakes your hand.
âNice to meet you. Iâm here to represent you and your interests, although this nda is a non- negotiable Iâm here to make sure that itâs reasonable and that youâre not forced to sign.â
âThank you, I wasnât sure how this would work.â You point out.
âIf you do not agree to the terms today, then itâs up to you and Mr. Moore to figure out the best course of action and where to go from here.â
Both of you walk into the room and sit at the table with his attorney, Mr. Dempsey.
âIâm here today to go over the non disclosure agreement that Mr. Elijah Moore is presenting you with.â
You fidget with your rings, your nervousness getting the best of you.
âPart of this agreement is acknowledging the kind of private information that you wouldnât be allowed to share.â
He passes you the papers for you to look at and read as he goes down the list.
He sits up in his seat, coughing to clear his throat before speaking.
âWith this agreementâ you will not be allowed to disclose the following things to other parties without his approval and if you donât get his approval, then you cannot share this information.â
You nod as your attorney takes the papers, flipping through them.
âYou cannot disclose how much Mr. Moore makes, how much money you receive from him, or when you receive it from him. You also cannot disclose his address or any addresses of any properties he owns.â
He flips the page.
âYou may not disclose anything related to his sexual behaviors, desires, or traits. You may not disclose any disparaging remarks about him on the internet and in general, if you two were to ever break up.â
âYou also cannot disclose any information about the company that he keeps or his personal family business.â
Mr. Dempsey passes you a pen.
You turn to your attorney, waiting to hear anything she has to say.
âIn my opinion Iâd say that this is a pretty standard agreement, I figured it would be worse. Do you have any questions about it?â
You tug at the sleeves of your shirt, âno. Iâm willing to sign it.â
Mr. Dempsey puts another contract on the table.
âThis is the second part of the contract that is not a non disclosure agreement, this is just a simple contract agreement over the rules of this relationship.â
He slides a copy to you and Ms. Mathers.
âIn this agreement, you acknowledge that you will get on birth control within thirty days of signing this. You also acknowledge that Mr. Moore has talked to you about this matter before coming here.â
âThatâs interesting.â Your attorney mumbles to herself.
âIf you sign this agreement and do not get on birth control within the allotted time and you were fall pregnantâ you acknowledge that Mr. Moore would terminate the relationship with you and that he would terminate his parental rights.â
âWow, what a man.â Ms. Mather mutters.
âBy signing this contract you acknowledge and agree that if Mr. Moore was to buy you a property, vehicle, or company in the duration of this relationship â that those assets would be returned to him if the relationship is terminated.â
âYou also acknowledge and agree that you are not entitled to any of Mr. Moore's assets should this relationship be terminated. You would leave with what you came with.â
âThis last part is that by signing this contract that you acknowledge and agree, that your financial obligations are merely your own. If Mr. Moore decides to give you any money towards them, then that is a gift and nothing more. You acknowledge that if the relationship were terminated, then it is on you to maintain those obligations.â
Your jaw tenses as Mr. Dempsey finishes reading.
You get a few minutes to deliberate with your attorney, discussing the details and you ultimately agree to sign the nda and the contract.
Once the meeting is finished, you head outside and get into the carâ riding to Smokeâs place.
Once you get to his building and get inside, you find him staring out the windowâ finishing up a phone call.
He wraps it up pretty quickly and approaches you, going in for a hugâ but you move.
He frowns, âwhatâs wrong?â
âI went to the meeting with your attorney, thatâs whatâs wrong.â
âYouâre a fucking liar! Thereâs no way in hell that you havenât done this before, based off of the contracts and the wording of them in general. All of this is one big fucking exchange for you.â
His eyes widen, he stands there with his hands in his pockets.
âPregnancy clauses and bullshit, none of this is about finding a potential solid relationship. Itâs an arrangement and I was too stupid to see it.â You yell.
His brow raises, âyou done?â
Your chest rises and falls fast, studying his reactionâ but he doesnât have much of one.
He walks behind you and helps you take your coat off, placing it on the hook by the elevator.
âTake your shoes off.â He demands.
You step out of them, no longer angryâ but now anxious based on his reaction.
He walks to the coffee table, grabbing the remote that adjusts the blinds. The blinds start coming down, making it dark in the room.
âSmoke, I..â
He comes behind you and places a blindfold on your eyes.
âBend over, hands spread out on the counter. Keep your legs apart.â
âElijah?â
He walks past you.
âI wonât tell you again.â
You feel a knot in your stomach, based on his tone and how he didnât take what you said to him lightly.
You can only hear his movement and have no idea what heâs doing.
He comes back behind you, making you jump.
He pulls your skirt down, exposing your brown lace panties.
You shift while standing there, still keeping your palms on the counter and feet spread apart.
He pulls your panties down, slowly and precisely.
You can feel a warm liquid running down your pussy and his finger gently rubbing it in.
You feel something like metal and cold pressed against your clit, he slowly pulls your panties back upâ trapping it there.
It starts to vibrate, your mouth falls open from the surprise of it and you want to move your feet so badly.
âShit.â You moan.
With a quickness you feel a radiating pain of something slapping your ass.
âDonât you move them feet or hands.â
Between the pain and pleasure, you want to screamâ but not in a bad way.
âWhat was it you were saying? Huh?ââ
âIâm a fucking liar?â
You hear the crack of whatever it is, hitting your ass again.
The vibration against your clit makes your legs tremble too on top of everything else.
He bends down kissing your cheek, âI never lied to you, baby.â
Your ass bounces from him hitting again.
You grit your teeth through the pain and pleasure.
âFuck.â You moan.
âBoth contracts are put in place for my security. Not because Iâve had relationships like this one before. Youâd be surprised at the lengths that people would go to in order to have what they think you might have.â
The knot in your stomach building and tears of overstimulation painting your cheeks.
He leans down looking at you, the tears running down your cheek.
âAre you crying?â
You nod your head, moans still falling from your mouth.
âGood.â
Another smack on your ass.
âI donât like being accused of something that I was honest about from the beginning. You couldâve handled it so much better.â
The vibration turns up, higher than it was.
Despite it feeling good, youâre really starting to regret having opened your mouth.
âThis feels so good.â You mumble.
âIâm going toââ
He pulls your panties down and takes the vibrator, sliding your panties back up.
You try looking around in confusion, you were so close.
âStand up.â
You stand up slowly.
âTurn around towards my voice.â
He walks up kissing you passionately, his hand gripping your ass.
âYou donât get rewarded for being wrong.â
He pulls your blindfold off and heads into the other room.
You stand there an overstimulated messâ your cheeks wet from crying and your legs still shaking.
You grab your skirt while heâs in the other room and put it back on.
He comes back a few minutes later, you standing by the window and drinking some water.
âDo you want to stay the night?â He asks.
You nod your head yes.
He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You walk over to the couch, sitting down and placing your glass on the coffee table.
âWhat made you want this with me?â You ask, cutting straight to the chase.
He walks to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.
âYou interested me, from the very beginning. I was attracted to you in general, but the dinner solidified my attraction and interest.â
He walks back over, sitting on the couch with you.
âIs this too much for you?â He questions.
You stare at the wall, looking at the paintings.
âItâs not too much, itâs just different. Maybe, because it feels like more of an arrangement than anything.â
âHow so?â He asks, his interest piqued.
âI mean, you stopped talking to me after you fingered meâ because I couldnât handle you, in your own words. It wasnât because you wanted to slow things down or because of the age gap, it was because of your sexual desires.â
He sips some of his water, placing the glass on the table.
âIt wasnât inherently sexual. What I showed you was part of me, one of the biggest partsâ the part that can matter the most and everything else comes after that.â
âWhat I want in the bedroom can only be fulfilled by certain individuals and Iâd never want to jump into anything without mentioning it.â
You nod, adjusting on the couch so that youâre facing him.
âI understand that and thatâs not a part that scares me away or has questions. It was the contracts and that level of control that it seems you have outside of the bedroom. Itâs just different.â
He scoots over on the couch, closer to you.
He grabs your hands.
âHey, when I say that this isnât an arrangementâ I mean that. Itâs different for me too and there isnât any shame in saying that. The sexual attraction is through the roof, but I want you to see other parts of me as well.â
You guys lay on the couch together for a while, just cuddling and talking about nothing. A different kind of vulnerability for both of you, a much needed change in pace.
âDo you want to order pizza?â
Your fingers trace his chest, âthat sounds goodâ but only if itâs from Marcianoâs on park avenue.â
He laughs, his hand rubbing your arm.
âGreat minds think alike.â
He gets off the couch, going to grab his phone to order pizza and you turn on the tv to kill time.
He comes back a few minutes later, rubbing his hands together.
âI got the food ordered, it should be here in a bit. What are we watching, baby?â
âThe family that preys. Iâve never seen it and it comes on in a few minutes.â
He sits down beside you, âIâve never seen it either.â
The pizza arrives about forty minutes later and gives you two a much needed break from the emotional rollercoaster of a movie.
You both sit on the stools at the counter, eating your pizza.
âDo you travel a lot?â You ask.
He wipes the corner of his mouth, nodding.
âDo I?â He laughs.
âDo you?â
âNo, not really. School takes priority and I also donât like the idea of traveling alone.â
âWell, If you did ever travel anywhereâ whereâs the first place youâd want to go?â
You finish chewing on your slice of pizza and you sit there thinking.
âIâd like to go skiing in Colorado. Iâve been before but that was years ago.â
âSkiing, hmm. I see you have more skills that Iâm hearing aboutââ
âWhat else do you do?â
You grab another napkin, wiping your hands.
âIâm really good at soccer and archery. I was on both teams in high school.â
He turns in his seat, looking at you with shock.
âArchery and soccer? Iâm gonna need you to show me that.â He jokes.
âWhat are your long-term goals?â You pry.
âBig ones or small ones?â
You shrug, âboth.â
He taps his fingers on the counter.
âMy biggest goal overall is that I want to focus more on myself. Iâve always been business oriented and focused since I was young, something my mother instilled in me. Iâm older now and I want more out of life than worrying about work or making money.â
You walk over the sink, rinsing your plate off and washing your hands.
âDo you think that wanting more out of life is in connection with wanting to settle down or just having more time to yourself without thinking of work?â
You turn facing him, leaning up against the counter.
âSettling down, a wife and children wasnât exactly what I was ever looking for. For the longest, I struggled with making romantic connections outside of what fulfilled my desires. Iâve just within the last two years gotten over that and want something more than sex.â
You listen to what heâs saying and give him your undivided attentionâ but youâd be lying if you said that you didnât have questions.
For a few hours after that, yâall continue watching movies before he eventually invites you into his bedroom to go to sleep.
His bedroom is hugeâ almost bigger than your damn apartment. The room is clean, so clean that you could probably eat off the floor.
Dim, ambient lighting.
Black, silk sheets on his bed.
Everything is organized to an extraordinary degree.
âBabe, I donât have anything to sleep in.â
He scratches his brow, âI forgot about that.â
He walks into his closet and comes back out, handing you a Bone Thugs- N- Harmony shirt.
âYou can sleep in this.â
You pull your blouse offâ folding it and placing it in his chair along with your skirt.
He sits on the edge of the bed, biting his lip and admiring you.
âCome here, baby.â
You walk over to him, standing in front of him and slowly straddling his lap.
His hands rubbing your thighs and ass.
âYou look so good in this set.â
He kisses your neck and sprinkles them down your chest.
You can feel the bulge in his sweatpants growing.
You slide off his lap and onto your knees.
âBaby?â
âShh. Let me be in control of this.â You put your hand to his lips and slowly push him back.
Your heart is racing as you pull his sweatpants down. Your hand rubbing over his dick in his boxers, teasing him.
You slowly pull his boxers down, his dick springing free.
You sit there in awe, it's way bigger than you expected and way bigger than youâd want to take for your first time.
His tip glistens with precum coating it.
You wrap your hand around it, barely able to with how thick it is.
Your tongue swipes his slit, licking up the precum and you see his legs twitch.
You pump his dick a few times, a heat filling your stomach from how much this turns you on.
A few groans leave his mouth as you slowly stroke him.
Spit fills your mouth from the excitement of sucking his dick.
You push the tip into your mouth, spit dripping down his as you try pushing every inch down your throat.
You remember the trick Lane told you about, so you breathe through your nose to keep from gagging.
âShit.â Smoke grunts.
You bring your head back up, rubbing the spit around.
You start sucking his dick, your head slowly bobbing up and down.
Smoke makes you stop, sitting up.
âDamn, youâre making a mess baby.â
You keep sucking, your tongue trailing the veins.
âFuck.â He grunts.
âBaby, is it okay if I try something different?â
You nod.
He places his hands on both sides of your head, thrusting his dick into the back of your throat.
He throat fucks you, his moans filling the air.
Spit drips down your chin and onto your chest.
You gag a few times, but youâre surprisingly good at keeping it under wraps.
âYou look so fucking good, your mouth full of my dick.â
Hearing him grunt, moan, and groan from the pleasure of fucking your mouth has you soaked.
He pulls out abruptly, stroking his spit covered dick.
âOpen for me.â
You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.
âMhmm.â
He lays the tip on your tongue, eyes rolling back as he paints it white.
You keep eye contact with him, closing your mouth and swallowing.
He walks away, grabbing a towel and bringing it over to you.
You wipe your mouth and chest.
âIâm going to go take a shower. Do you want to join me?â
He winks, pulling his boxers up.
âOf course.â
He grabs your hand, walking you into his bathroom.
The bathroom isnât far from the size of the bedroom, a dream bathroom for you.
The floors are heated, thereâs a bathtub and a huge walk-in shower with two heads.
The windows are tinted with an amazing view of the city and people below.
He turns the shower on, letting it heat up.
âAre the floors too warm for you? I can adjust the temperature.â
You laugh, âthatâs something I never thought Iâd hear.â
He walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you as you stare out the window.
âThis is a view that I could get used to.â
You both get into the shower both using the separate heads. At first you're nervous about him seeing you naked, but the way he gets hard all over againâ you realize that you were nervous for nothing.
You lather your body in soap, humming a song that you heard earlier on the radio.
The water runs over your body, the soap washing down the drain.
You turn to see Smoke watching you and admiring you from his side.
âYou got me feeling a way that I havenât felt before.â He admits.
You start to smirk, âthatâs just the sexual aspect.â
He walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist.
âI mean it, though. Youâre different.â
âAm I?â
He nods.
You pull him close, your lips crashing into his.
You pull away before getting too carried away, âletâs finish showering. We need to get in the bed.â
Yâall finish up the showerâ you put on the shirt he gave you and make your way back into the bedroom, Smoke following right behind you.Â
Yâall cuddle in the bed and exchange a few words, but it doesnât take long before youâre asleep with your head on his chest and lightly snoring.
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SYNOPSIS: After a brutal twelve-hour shift, Smoke finally drags himself home, tie loose, shoulders wrecked, just needing his wifeâs arms to make the day disappear. The house is dark, and sheâs already out cold, curled up in that nightie he can never resist. One tired smile later, exhaustion takes a back seatâheâs waking her up, because some nights the only thing that fixes everything is her.
The house was quiet when Smoke stepped inside, the late hour pressing down on him like the weight of his suit jacket. He loosened his tie with one hand, the other dragging his briefcase across the floor. The clock on the wall glowed 10:30, reminding him how long the day had stretched.
But the moment he pushed open the bedroom door, the heaviness shifted.
She was sprawled across the bed, tangled in the sheets, wearing one of his favorite nightiesâthe short one that always made his chest tighten just a little. The soft fabric clung to her in all the right places, her hair spilling across the pillow like sheâd been waiting for him until sleep finally won.
His eyes softened, his lips curved into a smile that was equal parts admiration and relief.
âDamn,â he whispered to himself. âMy pretty baby⌠knocked out waiting up for me all night.â
He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, not wanting to wake her just yet. For a long moment, he simply admired herâthe way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the faint crease between her brows that always appeared when she was dreaming. He reached out, brushing his fingers gently through her hair, letting the strands slip between his knuckles. Then he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss against her temple.
Reluctantly, he stood, peeling off his suit piece by piece until it lay in a neat pile on the chair. The hot shower washed away the stress of the day, steam curling around him as he thought about her waiting for him, even in sleep.
When he returned, the room was dim, the only light spilling from the hallway. A towel hung low around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He paused at the doorway, watching her again, before a mischievous grin spread across his face.
âAlright,â he said softly, his voice carrying a playful edge now. âI let you sleep long enough.â
He climbed onto the bed carefully, the mattress dipping under his weight. Leaning close, he let his lips hover near her ear.
âBabyâŚâ he whispered, his voice deep and teasing.
She stirred, shifting slightly, but didnât open her eyes. He grinned, pressing a trail of kisses down the curve of her neck slowly.
She fussed, half-asleep, her voice muffled against the pillow. âMmm⌠itâs late⌠quit bothering me.â
But he only chuckled, brushing his lips against her skin again, savoring the way she wriggled in protest.
âYou know I canât help it,â he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. âBeen gone all day⌠missed you too much.â
She groaned softly, pulling the blanket higher, still refusing to look at the clock. âYouâre ridiculous,â she muttered, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
The last time he leaned in, his kisses lingeredâpeppering her neck, her shoulder, until she finally turned toward him with sleepy eyes.
âElijahâŚâ she sighed, half-annoyed, half-amused.
Smoke grinned, sliding his hand gently through her hair. âI know, baby. Long day. But Iâm here now⌠and Iâm not letting you sleep through me being home.â
He caught her hand with tenderness, guiding it to his mouth. His lips brushed her palm in a lingering kiss, eyes glued to her. Then, that wicked half-smile flickered across his face as he drew her fingers lower, slipping them beneath the loosely knotted towel at his hips. The heat of his skin met her first, then the rigid length of his dick, thick and pulsing against her touch, already straining for her.
Her sleepy eyes fluttered open, confusion mixing with amusement as she glanced down, then back up at him.
He leaned in, his voice playful, almost a whisper. âSee? He missed you too.â
She pulled her hand back quickly, fussing at him with a groan. âElijah⌠youâre impossible. Itâs late.â
But the faint curve of her lips betrayed her. She liked itâshe just wouldnât admit it.
Smoke caught the look, his grin widening as he leaned closer, peppering kisses along her neck. âMmm, I see that smile,â he teased. âYou can fuss all you want, baby, but I know you missed me too.â
He continued, âCâmere.â
In one swift motion, Smoke caught her and turned her gently onto her back, the sheets rustling beneath them.
âElijah, bab-â
The word fractured against his mouth as he kissed her, swallowing the rest of her protest. Heat flooded her in a single, dizzying rush. A helpless moan slipped free before she could cage it, and her arms moved on instinct, curling around his neck, fingers caressing his head as she dragged him closer. She melted into him, every thought of resistance dissolving in the slow, hungry press of his lips and the solid weight of his body against hers.
He rolled his hips forward, pinning her to the bed so she could feel every thick, rigid inch of him straining against her through the thin barrier of fabric. A low sound caught in her throat as his mouth drifted from hers, lips grazing the frantic pulse at her neck, teeth scraping just hard enough to make her shiver.
She didnât think; her thighs parted and rose on their own, ankles locking at the small of his back, heels digging in as she dragged him down harder, closer, until his dick settled heavy and perfect right where she ached most.
Smoke pulled back just enough to give a small smirk. âYou want me to stop?â
Her fingers tightened around his arms, pulling him closer as her voice came out in a hushed, breathless whisper. âNo⌠keep going.â
Smoke kissed her slow and filthy, tongue sliding against hers like he had all night and intended to use every second. Each time their mouths parted, just enough for a ragged breath, he let the words fall against her swollen lips, one by one:
âYou.â Kiss. âDonât.â Deeper kiss. âWant.â A soft bite to her lower lip. âTo go.â His teeth grazed her jaw. âBack.â Another slow, claiming press of his mouth. âTo sleep?â
The question mark was barely there, more growl than inquiry, as if he already knew the answer and was only waiting for her body to admit it.
Her voice was a whisper, halfâfussing, halfâsurrendering. âNot anymore⌠I need you.â
His voice dropped into a husky whisper as he teased between kisses, âHow bad do you need it?â
Her voice trembled with urgency as she clung to him. âI need you so bad⌠please.â
The words made his dick twitch as he leaned closer, eyes dark with desire. âSay that shit again,â he murmured, each word dripping with challenge.
She met his gaze, breathless, and whispered once more, softer but even more certain. âI need you.â
âMmm, lift your arms up for me, baby.â
She obeyed, raising her arms slowly, her breath catching as his hands slid upward. With care, Smoke lifted her shirt, revealing her inch by inch, his eyes never leaving hers.
His gaze carried an intensity that made her shiver. He pressed a kiss just below her collarbone, lingering there before whispering against her skin, âBeautiful.â
He kissed his way down, lips skimming the line of her collarbone, then lower, until his mouth settled in the warm space just above her left breast. He paused there, breathing slow against her skin.
His eyes stayed on hers, steady and half-lidded, as he lowered his mouth to her breast. The moment his warm lips closed around her nipple, a small, startled âahâ slipped out of her. Her back arched just enough for her shoulders to lift off the bed as the wetness of his tongue sent a sharp jolt through her chest.
She felt it everywhere at once, the softness of his mouth, the faint scrape of stubble against sensitive skin, the way her breath hitched and trembled when he sucked a little harder. Her fingers tightened around his arms without thinking, holding him there, a quiet, shaky exhale telling him exactly how good it felt.
âEyes on me, baby,â he commanded softly, as he moved to the other breast.
She obeyed, her eyes wide and shimmering as his lips moved, teasing her with every touch.
Her breath caught, and she whispered softly, almost pleading, âMmâmm, donât you stop⌠I need more, baby.â
Instead of answering, Smoke just let his lips wander lower, trailing down her stomach in slow kisses. Each one made her squirm a little, her breath catching like she couldnât help it. The way he moved had her whole body buzzing, the anticipation building with every touch.
âNo panties, huh? You really are my good girl⌠arenât you, baby?â
She whispered, voice trembling as she held his gaze. âYes⌠Iâm your good girl. Always.â
He eased her thighs apart spreading her open until she was completely exposed to him. Her pussy was already slick and swollen, glistening under the low light, pretty pink folds parted and dripping with want. The sight of her so wet, so ready, just for him, pulled a low groan from his chest as he drank her in.
He let out a slow breath, eyes darkening as he stared, transfixed.
âJesus, baby⌠look at you,â he rasped, voice laced with hunger. His thumbs traced the crease where her thighs met her hips, holding her open wider, like he couldnât believe what he was seeing. âSoaked already. Fuckinâ drippinâ down your pretty little pussy just for me.â
He dragged one slow finger through her slick folds, gathering her wetness and spreading it up to circle her clit, watching her hips jerk at the contact.
He didnât wait for another plea. He spread her open wider with his thumbs, holding her steady, and dragged his tongue up the length of her in one long, filthy lick, slow enough that she felt every ridge of it. When he reached her clit he sealed his mouth over it and sucked, gentle at first, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in quick circles.
Her back arched off the bed with a broken cry.
He pulled off just long enough to growl against her, voice muffled, âTaste so fucking good when youâre this desperate, baby⌠been dying to get my mouth on this pretty pussy.â
Then he dove back in tongue plunging inside her, curling, fucking her with it while his thumb took over on her clit, rubbing circles. He groaned into her like he was the one getting eaten alive, the vibration making her thighs clamp around his head.
Every time she tried to squirm away from how intense it was, he just pinned her hips down and doubled his efforts, licking and sucking until her moans turned into breathless, babbling sobs of his name.
He pulled off with a wet sound, breathing hard, eyes locked on hers.
âKeep looking at me,â he said. âDonât you dare close your eyes.â
She nodded, shaky, staring down at him.
He dragged his thumb up once more, peeling the hood all the way back until her clit was completely exposed. She sucked in a breath at how intense it already felt.
âNow you hold it,â he stated. âTake your fingers, yeah, like that, and keep this little hood pulled up for me. Donât let it slide back down. I want it bare the whole time Iâm licking you.â
Her face burned, but her hand moved on autopilot, two fingers pinching the thin skin and holding it firmly in place, keeping herself wide open and raw for him.
He groaned, like the sight alone almost undid him. Then he dropped his head and sealed his mouth over her exposed clit again, tongue flicking hard and steady right on the naked tip, no barrier, no mercy, while she trembled and held herself open exactly like heâd told her to.
Her back arched hard, a sharp, âohââ tore out of her throat, climbing into a trembling âoh god, oh godââ every time his tongue flicked the oversensitive head.
She couldnât keep quiet. Every slow circle dragged a new sound from her. Soft, stunned little gasps, then louder, desperate moans that cracked in the middle when he sucked harder. Her thighs shook on either side of his ears, her free hand fisted the sheets while the other stayed obediently in place, holding herself open for him.
He groaned against her the vibration ripping another helpless âpleaseââ from her lips as he doubled down, tongue lashing the exposed clit.
His mouth was relentless, tongue flicking and circling that swollen, aching bud until her thighs shook around his head. She was so close, teetering right on the edge, every muscle pulled tight. Another broken moan tore out of her when he sucked her clit between his lips, hard, the wetness of his mouth sending sparks exploding behind her eyes.
He pulled back just enough to speak, breath ghosting hot over her slick, sensitive flesh.
âDo you want to cum?â His voice was edged with dark satisfaction as he watched her. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside her without warning, curling hard against that spot that made her back arch clean off the bed. âTell me, baby. Beg for it.â
She couldnât even form words at first, just a whine as her hips bucked against his hand. He slowed the thrust of his fingers to a maddening tease, thumb brushing feather-light over her clit, keeping her dangling right there.
âPleaseââ she finally gasped, voice cracking, âplease, let me cum. I need it. I need youââ
A dark growl rumbled from his chest. âThatâs it. Good girl.â
Then his mouth crashed back down, tongue lashing her clit while his fingers fucked into her hard and fast, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. Her whole body seized, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as the orgasm slammed into her like a wave, crashing over and over, drowning her in white while he kept devouring her through every pulsing aftershock until she was shaking and begging him in broken whispers to stop.
He didnât give her time to come down.
Her body was still twitching, thighs trembling from the force of the first orgasm, when he locked his arms around her hips and dragged her back to his mouth like he was starving for her. The flat of his tongue dragged slow and heavy up her soaked center, lapping up every drop of her release, and she jolted with a broken cry, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
âNoâno, wait, I canâtââ she sobbed, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, at his hair, not sure if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away.
âYou can,â he growled against her, the words vibrating straight through her clit. âYou will.â
Then he buried his face again, no mercy this time. His tongue speared inside her, fucking in and out alongside the two fingers he shoved back in, stretching her open while his lips sealed around her clit and sucked, hard.
She shattered almost instantly.
A loud scream tore from her throat as the second orgasm ripped through her even stronger than the first, her back bowing so violently she nearly levitated off the bed. Her walls clamped down around his fingers in brutal pulses, flooding his tongue again and again while he kept licking, sucking, devouring every shudder and cry like he was trying to wring her soul out through her pussy.
When it finally ended, she collapsed, limp and gasping, tears streaking her temples into her hair. He didnât stop until the very last aftershock faded, gentling his tongue only to soothe, lapping lazily at her swollen folds until she whimpered from the overstimulation.
Only then did he lift his head, lips shiny and red, eyes black with hunger.
He pressed a filthy kiss to her throbbing clit, then looked up at her trembling body, lips swollen, eyes feral.
âGood fucking girl,â he rasped. âTold you Iâd drag another one out of you.â
Smoke stood up, the towel still knotted loosely around his hips, damp from the shower and now clinging to the hard line of his erection. He hooked his thumbs under the edge, yanked the knot free in one smooth tug, and let the towel drop to the floor.
The sudden cool air hit his skin, but he barely felt it. All his heat was already throbbing between his legs aching for her. He palmed himself once, slow, giving her a second to look and see exactly what she does to him. His dick was thick, flushed, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
He rolled her gently onto her side, her body still trembling from the orgasms he just pulled out of her with his tongue. Smoke slid in behind her, chest pressed to her back, one arm hooking under her knee to lift her leg just enough. The head of his dick found her slick entrance without needing to look, she was soaked, open, ready. He pushed in slow, letting her feel every inch as he sunk deep, a low groan rumbling against the nape of her neck.
He kept her leg hooked high over his forearm, opening her completely, sliding in slow and so deep she can feel him in her throat. The room was thick with the wet sound of him filling her again and again, the steady creak of the bed, her own ragged breathing.
âEasy, baby⌠just breathe,â he whispered against her ear. âFeel how deep I am? Thatâs all for you. Every inch. You take it so good.â
She lets out a broken little âahâElijahââ when he rolls his hips in a slow circle, grinding right against that spot.
âMmm, right there, huh?â his lips brushed the shell of her ear, smiling into her neck as she nodded frantically. He pulled almost all the way out, just the tip stretching her, and then sunk back in, one long, possessive stroke that punched the air from her lungs and dragged a high, trembling âohhhââ from her throat.
âFuck, listen to youâŚâ he growled. âThose pretty sounds you make when Iâm buried all the way inside this tight pussy.â
He set a constant rhythm which consisted of long, slow drags out until she whimpered at the emptiness, then hard thrusts back in that made her whole body jolt. Every single stroke ripped another moan from her throat.
âNnhâoh godâElijahâ
âYeah, say my name just like that,â he praised, hand sliding down the curve of her belly, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling fast. âLet me hear you, baby. Donât you dare hold those moans back. I wanna hear every one.â
She canât. They tumble out of her, needy and broken.
âNever stoppinâ,â he promised, voice cracking with restraint. He drove in harder, the slap of skin loud now, her moans climbing higher with every thrust. âLove knowinâ Iâm the one makinâ you sound this good.â
Her whole body starts shaking, thighs quivering against his arm. The sounds sheâs making are wild now, high-pitched little âeeeâ!âs that melt into guttural âunhâunhâunhââ every time he bottoms out.
âElijahâbabyâIâmââ
âI know, sweetheart, I feel it,â he soothes, lips brushing her ear even as his hips snap forward relentlessly. âYouâre squeezinâ me so tight I can barely move. Come on, let it go. Moan my name while you cum all over me.â
A desperate,â Elijahâfuck!â tears out of her as the first wave hit, her walls clenched hard around him.
âThatâs my girl,â he groaned, riding her through it, fingers still working her clit in tight circles. âKeep moaninâ for meâjust like thatâfuck!.â
She was still crying out, high and helplessââahâahâoh godâyesâ!â her voice cracked on every thrust that kept her climax rolling. Her back arched hard, toes curled, fingers clawed at the sheets while broken little sobs and whimpers spilled from her lips.
He didnât let up. Kept that same rhythm, drawing it out until she was trembling.
Smoke buried his face in her neck, breath ragged against her skin, cursing under his breath as her body kept clenching around him. His hips stuttered once, twice, but he locked his jaw and forced himself to hold on.
âNot yet,â he stated. âNot done with you. Wanna hear you beg for another one before I let go.â
Smoke eased out slow, letting her feel the drag. She was still catching her breath when he leaned back on his heels, watching her sink into the mattress like she was ready to tap out.
He let out an amused laugh. âOh, you thought we were done because you were âsleepyâ earlier?â He grabs her hips and flips her onto her stomach, dragging her up to her knees in one smooth pull. âNah, baby. You tried to close these legs on me like this pussy ainât on call 24/7. Thatâs cute.â
She whimpered, already arching, but he didnât give her time to think. He lined up and slammed in one hard thrust, burying himself so deep her breath caught on a sharp, startled âElijah!â
âYeah, thatâs the sound I wanted,â he growled, setting a fast, punishing rhythm right from the start. âAll that âIâm tiredâ shit went out the window real quick, didnât it?â
He leaned over her back, one hand sliding up to grip her throat lightly, the other pinning her hip exactly where he wanted it.
âLook at you. Actinâ all shy and sleepy a minute ago, now youâre drippinâ down my balls. Greedy little thing canât even pretend she doesnât want this dick.â
Every thrust knocked another moan out of her.
First one was a shocked little âohh fuckââ
Then they rolled out of her in a broken stream, âunh⌠unh⌠Elijah⌠pleaseâŚâ
He drove in deeper and she gasped, voice cracking into a breathy âahh god, babyââ
Another hard snap of his hips and she was moaning louder, needy, âyes⌠yes⌠right thereââ
He didnât let up, just fucked her.
âThought you could hold out on me?â He nipped her shoulder, and smirked when she shuddered. âThis pretty pussy doesnât get to make decisions. It gets fucked when I say, how I say. Remember that.â
His fingers slipped down to her clit, rubbing fast circles that made her whole body jerk.
Her moans turned frantic, âElijah ⌠oh shit⌠I canât⌠fuckâŚâ
He circled harder and she choked out, âbaby please⌠Iâm gonnaââ
âCome on, brat,â he stated. âShow me how sorry you are for even trying to keep this from me.â
She breaks almost instantly back bowing, walls fluttering hard around him, a broken cry of his name spilling out as she came. âElijah ⌠fuck⌠yes⌠oh godââ
He kept moving, riding her through it, hips never slowing, breath hot against her neck.
âGood girl,â he praised. âThatâs one. Weâre just getting started on that apology.â
He was still buried deep, hips rolling slow through the aftershocks of her orgasm, when he decides heâs done with her hiding her face in the pillow.
âNah, I need to see you.â
One strong arm slid under her waist, the other gripped her thigh. In one smooth move he flipped her onto her back, never pulling out. Her legs fell open around his hips, knees hooked over his forearms as he spread her wide and sinks back in.
Her breath hitched on a shaky âohhhââ when he filled her again, the new angle letting him hit deeper, straighter, right against that spot that makes her eyes roll.
Smoke braced himself above her, forearms caging her head, eyes locked on hers. âThere she is,â he growled, pulling out slow just to watch her lips part on a needy whimper, then slid back in deep. âLook at me, baby.â
He started moving again, slower now, deeper, every stroke measured so she feels all of him. Their mouths brushed, then the soft kisses turned hungry. He kissed her like heâs been starving for it, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing every little sound she makes.
âTell me you missed me,â he whispered between kisses, forehead pressed to hers, hips never stopping their steady grind.
âI missed you,â she breathed. âMissed you so bad, Elijah.
A broken sound left his throat. He kissed her harder, one hand cupping her face, thumb stroking her cheek while the other kept her leg hooked high. âI love you,â he rasped against her lip. âLove you so fuckinâ much.â
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their chests are flush. âI love you too⌠donât stop⌠pleaseââ
He couldnât if he tried.
The pace built gradually, deep rolls turning into long thrusts that dragged a moan from her with every stroke. He kissed her through it, lips on her mouth, her jaw, the corner of her eye, tasting the salt of her tears and sweat.
âLove you,â he said again, voice cracking as he buried his face in her neck, kissing the pulse there, the area beneath her ear. âLove you, love youââ
She clung tighter, heels digging into his back, breath hitching on every thrust. âElijah⌠baby⌠Iâm close againââ
âCum with me,â he groaned, hips losing rhythm, driving deeper, faster now.
He kissed her one last time, swallowing her cry as his climax hit. He buried himself and came with a long, shuddering groan against her lips, pulsing hot inside her in thick waves, hips jerking with every spurt.
She followed right behind, walls clenching hard around him, a soft, broken âI love youââ spilling from her as she shakes apart beneath him.
He stayed inside her, riding the aftershocks with slow, gentle rolls, kissing her softly now, lips brushing her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose.
When they finally still, he didnât move away. Just lowered himself carefully, keeping his weight on his forearms, face tucked into her neck, pressing kisses to her skin while their breathing slowed together.
They stay wrapped up like that, tangled and breathless, hearts hammering in sync, his lips never far from hers.
He was still inside her, breathing hard against her neck, lips brushing lazy kisses over the damp skin there. The room smelled like sex and them, and the sheets were a lost cause.
After a long minute he lifted his head, pressed one soft kiss to her mouth, then rested his forehead against hers.
âBeen thinkinâ about cominâ home to you the whole damn twelve hours I was gone,â he stated. âOne quick trip, and all I could picture was you waitinâ in this bed, ready to wreck me the second I walked through the door.â
She made a small, sleepy sound and tightened her arms around his neck. He felt her shiver.
He eased out gently, both of them hissing at the loss, then rolled to the side so he can look at her properly. His thumb stroked her cheek, wiping away a stray tear of overstimulation.
âHold on, baby,â he says softly. âLemme take care of you.â
Before she could answer, he slid out of bed, scooped her up, and cradled her against his chest. She curled into him automatically, legs dangling, face tucked under his jaw.
âSmokeâŚâ she mumbled drowsy.
âShh. I got you.â
He carried her through the suite and out onto the private balcony where the hot tubâs been running since he turned it on earlier that morning.
Steam rose into the cool night air, city lights glittering far below. The jets were already bubbling, the water glowing soft blue.
He stepped down into it without letting her go, sinking slowly until the heat envelops them both. She sighed the second the water hits her sore muscles. He settled onto the molded seat and arranged her so sheâs straddling his lap, chest to chest, her head resting on his shoulder.
âFuck, that feels good,â he groaned, rolling his neck. âBeen countinâ down the minutes since I left this morning.â
She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat. âMissed you,â she whispered against his skin. âTwelve hours was too long.â
He tightened his arms around her, one big hand stroking up and down her spine under the water. âIâm here now, baby. Not leavinâ this bed, or this tub, for the rest of the night.â
The jets pulsed against their bodies, the only sounds were the low hum of the motor, the soft splash of water, and their breathing finally slowing into the same rhythm.
He tipped her chin up, kissed her slow, tasting both of them on her tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes are soft.
âLove you,â he says simply, like itâs the easiest truth heâs ever known.
She smiled, sleepy and wrecked and utterly his. âLove you more.â
He chuckled and reached for the waterproof remote on the ledge. The jets kicked up a notch, massaging every ache they both earned tonight.
The water was warm around them, her body completely melted against his chest, eyes half-closed, breath slow. She was floating in that soft, fucked-out haze when Smoke shifted behind her, sliding one arm low across her belly, the other guiding her hips until sheâs sitting reverse in his lap.
His lips found the shell of her ear.
âOne more, baby,â he whispered. âLet the jet finish you off.â
She let out a weak laugh and tries to burrow deeper into his shoulder.
âElijah⌠no. Iâm dead. You already murdered me three separate times. My soul left my body twenty minutes ago.â
He chuckled, but doesnât let her sink back down. His hands slide to her ass, spreading her gently, thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles on the inside of each cheek.
âI know I wrecked you,â he said, kissing the spot behind her ear that always makes her shiver. âThatâs why you donât gotta do a thing. Just stand right here and let the water do it.â
She shook her head, a tiny, stubborn movement.
âBaby⌠Iâm serious. Iâm too sensitive. One touch and Iâll actually cry.â
He hummed, patient, lips brushing her neck.
âYouâre not gonna cry. Youâre gonna cum so hard you forget your own name. Iâll hold you the whole time.â
She whined, long and exhausted, hips already trembling just from the suggestion.
âElijah⌠please⌠I canât take any more.â
He kissed her shoulder.
âYou can. Youâre my good girl, arenât you?â
Another kiss, lower.
âBeen thinkinâ about watchinâ you fall apart on that jet since I turned it on this morning. Just picturinâ how pretty youâd look shakinâ in my armsâŚâ
She made a broken little sound, half protest, half surrender.
He guided her forward an inch, until the low hum of the strongest jet vibrates against her thighs. She jolted, thighs clamping instinctively.
âNoânoâno, waitââ she gasped, fingers digging into his forearms. âItâs too strong, I swear itâs gonna hurtââ
âShh.â He locked one arm around her waist like steel, the other still spreading her open. âBreathe for me. Step up on my feet⌠there you go.â
She rose on wobbling legs, toes curling over his for balance, whole body already trembling.
âElijah, Iâm scared itâs too muchââ
âIâve got you,â he promised, lips against her ear. âIf itâs too much Iâll pull you off, swear to God. But I know my baby. I know youâve got one more in you.â
She was breathing fast now, shaky little inhales, eyes squeezed shut.
âI canât⌠I really canâtâŚâ
He kissed the side of her neck.
âJust part yourself for me. One finger. Thatâs all. Let me see how pretty you look takinâ it.â
A long, trembling pause.
She whimpered⌠then, with a broken, defeated sound, her shaky fingers slide down and spread her swollen lips.
The jet hits her clit like a gunshot.
Her entire body seized, a sharp, desperate cry ripping out of her before she can stop it.
âFuckâElijahâoh godââ
He held her tight, mouth hot on her ear.
âThere it is. Fuck, feel that? Just let it take you, baby. Iâve got you.â
She was already sobbing, hips jerking, trying to escape and chase it at the same time.
âItâs too muchâitâs too muchâpleaseââ
âNo itâs not,â he growls softly, licking up her neck, gripping her ass harder to keep her open to the stream. âYouâre takinâ it so fuckinâ good. Look at you shakinâ. Come on, sweetheart. Let it wreck you.â
The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, no warning, no build, just instant, violent release. Her knees buckle completely, a broken scream tearing from her throat as she cums harder than she has all night, whole body convulsing in his arms.
He holds her through every brutal pulse, murmuring filth and praise directly into her ear.
âThatâs my girl⌠fuck yes⌠keep cominâ⌠donât fight it, just let it take you⌠Iâve got you, baby, Iâve got youâŚâ
When it finally released her, she collapsed, limp and gasping, tears on her cheeks. He turned to her gently and pulled her trembling body back down into his lap, cradling her close while the water swirls softly around them.
She buried her face in his neck, voice wrecked and laughing through the aftershocks.
âI hate you.â
He kissed her temple, arms locked tight, smug and tender all at once.
âYeah⌠but you came so hard you saw stars, so Iâll take it.â
He carried her upstairs like she was made of glass, her limp body draped over his arms, head lolling against his chest. The hot tub did its job too well. She was still twitching every few seconds with tiny aftershocks that make her breath hitch.
In the bathroom he sat her gently on the thick bathmat, grabbed the fluffiest towel, and wrapped her up like a burrito.
âStay right here, baby. Donât move. Iâm drawinâ us a real bath.â
She just hummed, eyes already half-closed, and curled onto her side on the heated floor while the tub fills. The sound of running water and the faint scent of that lavender-eucalyptus oil he knows she loves lulls her into a daze.
Ten minutes later heâs back.
âCâmon, pretty girl.â
He scooped her up and stepped into the deep soaking tub. The water was perfect, hot, scented, topped with a thin layer of bubbles. He settled back against the sloped side and arranged her so she was lying on top of him, chest to chest, her head tucked under his chin. One big arm stretched across her back, the other hand slid under the water to cradle her ass and hips, literally holding her lower half up so she doesnât have to use a single muscle.
She melts instantly.
âOh my god,â she sighs. âI feel like Iâm floating⌠like I donât even have legs anymore.â
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest into hers.
âThatâs âcause Iâm holdinâ you up, baby. Youâre still havinâ those little aftershocks, huh?â
She nodded against his neck, thighs twitching again. âEvery time the water moves it hits me again. Iâm so sensitive itâs stupid.â
He pressed a kiss to her damp hair, fingers gently kneading her lower back. âYouâre good, though? Satisfied? My girl got enough D for one day?â
She laughed nuzzling closer. âIâm beyond satisfied. You treated me to a whole dick-filled welcome-home special. Iâm set until next week.â
He snorted, splashing a little water over her shoulder. âThatâs cute you think Iâm done. Twelve hours without you and I still got a whole list, baby.â
She groaned dramatically, but thereâs a smile in it. âYouâre actually insane.â
âInsanely in love with you,â he corrects, kissing her temple. âBut yeah, Iâll let you breathe⌠for now.â
They soaked like that for a long whileâquiet, soft kisses, murmured nonsense, his hands never stopping their soothing strokes.
Eventually the water started to cool. He stands with her still in his arms, stepped out, and sat her on her feet long enough to flip the shower on. Hot water rained down as he pulled her under it with him, washing her gentlyâhair, body, between her legs with the softest touch because she was still so sensitive that she kept shivering and giggling into his chest.
They stepped out of the shower in a cloud of steam, skin warm.
He wrapped her in one of the big, fluffy towels first, rubbing her arms dry, then quickly towels himself off and slings his low around his hips. She was still giggling at something he whispered when he scooped her up bridal-style, carrying her straight from the bathroom into the bedroom like she weighed nothing.
The lights were low, the bed already turned down from earlier.
He sat her gently on the edge of the mattress, kissed her forehead, and whispered , âHold on, baby.â
She watches him cross the room, pull open her drawer, and come back with the soft pink silk nightie she loves. He kneels in front of her, gathers the fabric, and helps her slip it over her head, smoothing it down her body. When itâs settled against her skin, he crawled onto the bed, pulled her down beside him, and tucked her into his side, her head on his chest, his arms locked around her like heâll never let go.
The room was quiet except for their breathing and the faint hum of the city far below.
He lifted her left hand, kissed the spot right above her wedding band, and kept her fingers pressed to his lips.
âI love you, Simone,â he said.
She tried to smile, but he was not done.
âIâd die for you, baby. You know that, right?â
His voice dropped. âThereâs nobody on this planet that matters more than you. If anything ever happened to me, youâre taken care of forever. And Iâd kill for you. Anybody ever even thought about hurting you, they wouldnât make it to sunrise.â
She started to protest but he just kissed her palm and kept going.
âYou want a bigger house? Five kids tearing up the backyard? Iâll work every single day until my hands bleed to give you that life. Your needs donât go unmetânever at night, never in life. I never want you looking at another man, never want you feeling like youâre missing one damn thing. Youâre my rib, Simone. The piece God took out of me and made perfect.â
He guided her hand to the left side of his ribs, smooth skin except for one spot. Fresh ink, still slightly raised, done in secret two weeks ago. In elegant, flowing script: Simone, right over his heart, the only tattoo heâll ever have.
She gasps, fingertips tracing the letters like sheâs reading braille.
âYou⌠you got my name tattooed?â Her voice cracks. âElijah, you swore youâd neverââ
âNever needed ink,â he stated, eyes locked on hers. âThen I married you. Only thing worth putting on me forever.â
She leaned down, and pressed soft kisses over her name, then looked up at him with that playful fire he loves.
âListen,â she said, poking his chest. âIâll beat up every female on earth for you, no hesitation. And if you ever did time? Iâm not touching another man. Iâd get a custom mold of thisââ she slides her hand down and squeezes him through the sheet, ââand one of that criminal tongue. Iâd be sending you contraband nudes you gotta hide under the mattress. Iâm riding for you âtil they bury me, baby. Iâm yours for life. Only yours.â
He groaned and flipped her gently onto her back, hovering over her, eyes shining.
âThatâs my wife,â he whispered, âMy missing rib. My whole damn world.â
He kissed her slow like theyâre saying vows all over again and then pulled her tight against his chest. She tucked her face into his neck, fingers still tracing her name on his skin.
They fall asleep just like that. Tangled, promised, and claimed forever.
Idk what it is I do he just so damn fine but Iâve been on a MBJ kick lately and Iâve read majority of his fics on here and needed something new. So I decided to add to the pile. Itâs short but hopefully it gets you there as much as writing this did for me!!đ¤đ¤
Warnings: dirty talk, squirting. Spanking. Just SMUT. I about to ovulate sooooo that tells you everything you need to know.
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Well anywaysssss I hope you enjoy âşď¸
âThere you go. Throw it back for me.â
Grunting. Wet skin slapping. Soft cries are all that can be heard as Michael continues to pound you from behind. Watching your ass ripple with each thrust has him biting his lip. He couldnât get enough of you.
Your moans get louder as you tumble towards your 2nd orgasm of the night. He felt so good. SMACK! His hand comes down on your right cheek, making you clench around him.Â
âMmmm, why you clenching me like that? It feels good, baby? Talk to me.â Michael says teasingly. Knowing what heâs doing. He knows all of your spots. Knows how to hit it each time, causing you to see stars. Pulling out, he flips you onto your back and pushes your knees forward. Spreading you open, he slowly slides his dick up and down your pussy. Coating himself in your juices. He gives your puffy clit a few taps before he slides back in slowly. You let out a loud, slow moan as he stretches you again. With you being this exposed, you feel every inch. Every vein from his dick.Â
âAlways so wet and tight for me, mamas. This all for me?â He asked, smiling, already knowing the answer. Michael looks down at your scrunched face. Seeing pleasure written all over it. He takes pride in making you feel like this. Knowing no other man can. Youâre his to love. He's to fuck. He's to ruin. Reaching down, he uses his thumb to strum your oversensitive clit, adding to the already strong strokes. Your eyes begin to cross as you feel your orgasm build again. Out of reflex, you reach a hand out, pushing on his stomach to try to get some space.
"Nah, you know better. Move that hand, ma. You can take it.â Whimpers fall from your lips. Tears begin to form from the pleasure. Then you feel something. Something is new, and you begin to panic.Â
"Daddy, I feel like I have to pee." You stutter out. You attempt to push him again, but he grabs your wrists in one hand, and with the other he uses it to make you watch as he continues to stroke you. Strokes that make you scream. You donât even try to hold them back now. It feels too good.
Chuckling, Michael looks at where y'all are connected. Watching you cream on his dick. Hearing how wet you are with every slide. âItâs ok, baby. Let it out for Daddy. Be my good girl and cum for me.â Hearing him talk like this always got you there. His deep voice went straight to your clit. Then it happened. It was almost like it was slow motion.Â
You started to squirt.
Every stroke pulled more and more from you. Wetting yourself. His thighs. Making his dick shiny with your juices. He didnât stop. He kept going. Sending your body into overload with pleasure. He kept hitting your spot over and over again. Your orgasm was loud. Wet. Messy. He loved it all.
âThere you go, baby. Just like that. I feel good, baby?â You couldnât even form a sentence as the last waves of your orgasm passed through your body. Michael's hips begin to stutter, and with a few more thrusts heâs spilling inside you. Coating your pussy with thick, hot ropes.Â
Pulling out, he watches as both of your juices combine and run down your swollen pussy. He loves how it looks.Â
Panting is all that can be heard in the room. You donât know left from right. Up from down. You just sink into the mattress. Body like jelly, still having a few aftershocks. You feel a warm towel begin to clean the mess you both made. After he cleans you, you feel your body being pulled and placed under the warm blanket. You snuggle into his cheek. Arms wrap around you. Holding you close as you drift into a deep sleep.Â
Summary: It all started that hot-ass Mississippi afternoon you walked into Bo Chowâs grocery shop.
Pairing: Elijah âSmokeâ Moore x Black f!reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, breeding kink, creampie, use of the n-word, praise, biting
Word count: 2.3k
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The day had baked the road until it shimmered, but by sundown the heat had softened to something bearable. The stalls at Bo Chow's market were half empty now, with the fish smell dissipating and the last peaches wrapped in paper that had once been brown.
You were helping Grace stack crates when Smoke came to return a shovel he had borrowed. The man was the same color as the earth he worked, shoulders broad, hands still dusted with clay. He nodded to Bo and said little, the way men do when they spend most of their words on the wind.
Bo chuckled. âThis one donât talk much, miss. But heâll haul a wagon in the rain without complaint.â
Smoke chuckled quietly. âRain donât bother me much.â
That was how it started: small errands, shared silence, and the smell of tobacco curling between you like a promise.
A couple of months down the line, you were sitting on his porch after dinner, in the dark and warm air, thick with honeysuckle and smoke. He'd taken off his boots, feet resting on the railing, and his button-up shirt was half undone from a long day's work. You could still see the dirt at the cuffs of his sleeves and the muscles in his forearms as he rolled a cigarette.
"Bo said you were askin' about me," he drawled without looking over.
"Maybe I was."
"What for?"
"I like the way you work so hard, and you look mighty fine doinâ it."
He laughed then, a low rumble that curled across to you and settled somewhere deep in your chest.
"You flirtin' with a nigga?"
"I have been this whole damn month, but I guess you don't catch on to subtlety."
The cicadas filled the pause, and he took a slow drag off the cigarette, finally meeting your eyes through the smoke.
"You keep talkin' like that," he said quietly, "AndI âm 'gon forget how to be polite."
âI ainât askinâ for polite, Smoke. I just need twenty minutes of uninterrupted fuckinâ.â
âWell, shit,â he stood and ashed his cigar. âLetâs go then.â
Little did you know, those twenty minutes werenât going to be nowhere near enough for you.
So, a lot could definitely change in a year.
Smokeâs wagon was parked behind your place most evenings now, tools stacked neatly, shirt hung over the railing. Folks in town stopped asking whether or not he was coming by. Now they just nod whenever they see the two of you together.
You were in the front yard shelling peas when he came up from the road, sweat darkening his undershirt, tobacco smoke trailing behind him. He didnât speak right away; he just tipped his hat, his eyes soft the way they got when heâd been gone too long.
âYou eat yet?â he asked.
âBeen waitinâ on you,â you replied.
He grinned, settling beside you, taking over half the bowl of peas without being asked. His knees bumped yours as you both shared a comfortable silence.
âStack say you got me spoiled,â he muttered after a while.
âHe jealous or complaininâ?â
âBoth.â
You laughed, and thatâs all it took for the air to thicken. The kind of laugh that turned into a hum when he brushed your wrist, the kind that said we been doinâ this long enough to know where itâs headed.
He leaned back on his hands, watching you. Heâs been watching you a lot more lately. You knew by now to wait for him to initiate the conversation, but you were getting kind of antsy.
Finally, he asked, âYou ever think we done tied ourselves too tight?â
âIf we have,â you said, âI donât hear either of us hollerinâ to be free.â
You had a feeling that wasnât all on his mind. Maybe heâd just come out with it after a nice meal.
Your plates were nearly empty now; the oil lamp threw soft light across the table. Smoke went quiet again, spoon idle in his hand. It wasnât the tired kind of quiet; it was the kind that carried a question heâs nervous to ask.
You glanced up, anxiety getting the best of you. âWhy you keep starinâ at me like that?â
He looked down once, then met your eyes. âAinât nothinâ, Y/N. Just thinkinâ.â
âYou been âjust thinkinââ all week, Smoke.â
The screen door rattled in the wind. He set his spoon aside and folded his hands on the table. âGuess I been watchinâ you andâŚwonderinâ what comes next,â he says slowly. âA man works, eats, sleeps. But I look at you, and I start picturinâ more than that. Somethinâ thatâs ours.â
You study him, the flicker of the lamp painting his features in gold and shadow. âThat whatâs been eatinâ at you?â
He nodded slowly, reaching one hand across the table and placing it firmly on your stomach. Thatâs when it finally hit you. That is what heâd been thinking all this week while staring a hole through your head.
âElijah Moore,â Your smile appeared slowly. âYou tryinâ to tell me you want to fill me up with your all your babies?â
The look he gave you was something so sharp and dark you didnât know if you should be a little scared or excited.
He nodded, a rough thumb tracing the grain of the table. âI ainât talkinâ outta pride, I swear. I justâevery time I see you laugh, I think about how the world oughta keep that sound somehow. Maybe through me. Maybe through you.â
The words hung there, heavier than the August air. You placed your hands on top of his on your belly; it was still warm from the dayâs work.
âYou always think too far ahead,â you teased, but your voice was softer than the joke deserved.
âAinât some things worth planninâ for?â he murmured. âLike our legacy.â
âYou mean lineage?â you quipped.
âWell, yeah, but legacy too. The Moores will make our name in the world. Believe âdat.â
Outside, the crickets started their night song. He squeezed your hand once, slow and certain, the way a man seals a promise without needing to say more.
You smirked, and before you could think more on it, you blurted. âWant to start practicinâ tonight?â
His brown eyes widened in surprise. âHuh?â
You rolled your eyes and giggled, âYou heard me, nigga. You want to put a baby in me tonight or you too tired from workinâ all day?â
He couldn't suppress a grin. âI ainât never too tired to fill you up.â
You stood, his hand dropping back onto the table. âWell, letâs go then.â
He didn't respond. He just watched your retreating back. Thoughts racing a mile a minute.
Eventually, he slowly rose to his feet, trying to act calm, cool, and collected, but you knew he was a jumble of anxiousness and excitementâŚand honestly, so were you.
You glanced over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
Apparently one heated look from you was enough for his restraint to snap. In two long strides he was in front of you, scooping you up in his arms without a warning and stomping towards the bedroom.
âWait!â You squeaked, smacking his shoulder. âElijah!â
He put you down gently after stepping into the room. You made quick work of removing your dress and undergarments. He kicked his shoes off while taking his clothes off. The fading light from the oil lamp on the dresser cast both your eager shadows on the wall.
He laid you down on the bed gently before joining you, cursing softly, hypnotized by the delectable folds before him, wet and juicy and all just for him. He spread his calloused hands across your inner thighs, a stark contrast with your soft skin.
He bent over until his face was right above your spread thighs, inhaling your scent. âTonightâs all about you,â he said softly, placing his hand over your pubic bone, your soft dewy curls teasing his palm as his thumb taps rhythmically over your clit. âI need you as relaxed as possible so itâll take.â
He was always careful with you, but tonight you could feel his deliberateness with every glance, touch, and grip.
He flattened his tongue against you, lapping up her slick. You whined as he flicked his tongue over your bundle of nerves.
âMmm,â he hummed against you. âYou probably âgon taste even better once youâre pregnant with my baby.â
You moaned loudly as he continued teasing your lips with strong licks, jerking beneath him as he confidently closed his lips around your clit.
It didnât take long for you to come. His tongue was too good. Still, his head stayed buried between your thighs, and his lips were still locked around your clit.
âElijah, pleaseeee.â You whined, not sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going.
Smoke kissed your sensitive clit one last time before trailing his tongue back up your stomach, stopping at your breasts, sucking on your dark nipples before continuing his ascent of tender kisses up your body, stopping just under your ear. He nipped at your neck, causing you to gasp his name. "Elijah!â
He chuckled softly before pressing his mouth onto yours. âYou make a nigga crazy with them pretty ass noises, you know that?â
"Please fuck me." You managed to whisper against his lips.
He pressed one final kiss on your lips before lining the cock of his erection up with your entrance. He glanced down into your eyes, lifting his eyebrow in question. "You ready for me?"
You nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you.
He pushed inside you, groaning as he sank all the way inside of you and bottomed out. "Shitâalways so fuckinâ tight."
Smoke rocked into you with deep, slow strokes, waiting patiently for your walls to stretch just a little more around his girth. All you could do was moan. He always felt good, but tonight was different. The air felt charged as if it knew the two of you were in the process of creating something.
You grabbed his face, pulling him down closer into a heated kiss, your fingers messing with his curls at the nape of his neck as he slipped his tongue past your lips and into your mouth.
âPlease fuck me harder.â You gasped against his lips. âAnd donât stop until you put a baby in me.â
He paused, inhaling sharply, brown eyes damn near black with lust. He pulled all the way out of you before slamming his full length back inside of you, damn near knocking the wind out of you.
âOhh fuck!â you yelped, eyes fluttering closed as he set a relentless pace, drawing all kinds of obscene noises from you.
âUh-uh, open them pretty eyes while Iâm deep in this pussy.â He panted, thick fingers gripping your chin.
Your eyes shot open, locking onto his lust-filled ones, holding on to his shoulders as he slammed you into oblivion. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle causing him to hit that sweet spot that resided deep inside of you.
He grunted as you tightened around him. âIâm âbout to make you a Mama. You ready for that?â
The way he said it made your head spin and thighs shake. âFuuuck, Iâm cumming!â
âHmph. I'll take that as a yes then.â He groaned deeply, âGive me all of that shit.â
Your orgasm ripped through you, and you hollered so loudly that Fantasia and Jennifer Hudson would be so proud of you.
He kissed the side of your leg, sinking his teeth into the meaty calf as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased after his own.
âPlease cum for me,â you begged in between whimpers. âFill me up. I want it to leak outta me.â
âShitâbaby, Iâm about to cum,â he warned, his thrusts sloppy and erratic, his grip tight on your knee. âYou want this cum?â
âYessss,â you squeaked, tears of bliss running down your cheeks. âI want to make you a Daddy! Donât stop until my belly is swollen with your baby!â
He damn near howled at the moon. Exhaling so sharply you thought he was choking. He came with a shout, spilling so deep inside you a chill ran across your skin and your stomach fluttered.
Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, but in the most pleasurable way. Your body felt like it was preparing for a meet and greet with the ancestors.
He pulled out, catching a glimpse of his seed seeping out of you before flopping beside you, completely spent. Smoke turned on his side and pulled you against his chest. You kissed his chest, still turned on. You wouldnât mind a round two even if his come was still dripping down your thighs. To be completely honest, you didnât want to be able to walk straight tomorrow.
He drew small circles on your back with his index finger, while his other hand rested on your belly. âYou think it took?â
You giggled, âIf not, we get to try again.â
His spent dick was already hardening against your thigh.
You both were about to be the most insufferable couple for the next few weeks.