Love Or Death?

Eight

I felt him kick the door with his leg, my legs wrapped around his torso, his strong arms supporting me from underneath, my lips intertwined with his in a sweet rhythm. We crashed together on the couch, me on top of him as he hurriedly took off my trench coat and then his shirt. I ran my fingers down his solid chest, feeling his magnificent build at the tip of my nails.

He let go of my lips, looking endearing into my eyes making my core flutter, “should we head upstairs?”

“Yes,” I didn't hesitate, he kissed me deeply, carrying me gently to my room. I fell off his torso, locking the door tightly behind me, “we shouldn't be doing this,” I gasped for air as his tongue raced mine, my dress slipping to the ground.

“That's the best type of s*x,” he smirked, unbuckling his belt to let his pants drop to the ground, kicking them off to the side of the room. My core fluttered as he placed me on the bed, kissing the crook of my neck softly, the moans followed after.

“Porah?” I heard my name from outside. s**t, Devina. I had completely forgotten she was coming tonight.

“Give me a sec!” I shouted back. I think she took the hint, very observant, she must've noticed the random shirt on the couch that smelled of magnificent cologne.

“Is everything alright?” Devin paused.

“Of course, shall we continue?” I smiled, taking his lips back with mine, our tongues dancing softly against each other.

He kissed my cheek, licking down my neck and my body, gently slipping my panties off my hips, throwing them on the couch. I winced with pleasure as he made pleasurable circles with his tongue on my clit in an uneven motion. I wouldn't say I didn't feel anything but it wasn't just it…at all.

You know what feeling when you're getting bad head? Exactly, your mind starts wandering to everywhere else, things you've probably forgotten to do, things out of place, and unconsciously snap out of it when they create the slightest rhythm.

He stopped abruptly, most likely noticing I wasn't giving any sort of reaction since I'm not one to fake a moan, “Not much of a moaner I see.”

Oh, you have no idea.

I simply smiled, my arousal had faded and I needed to get it flowing again. I took him by the face, kissing him deeply before laying him over next to me. I got on top, rocking slowly against his hard member through his briefs as he kissed me. My opening rejoiced, arousal making my blood race making me needy for more. I could just tell it was large and I didn't want anything more than for it to take me.

The rocking and make-out did it for me, probably for him too because of how hard he grew underneath me, “Take them off,” I commanded. He got up excitedly, pushing me gently off him to lay on the bed. I was needy, concupiscence taking over my thoughts as I rubbed my clit gently to get myself on as he took off his briefs. It was just as I expected, pink tip, large, mostly perfect. I watched it pulsate as he stared at me playing with myself, lust filling his eyes.

My core filled with pleasure as I played with my bean, Devin gently stroking his hard member with the condom on in front of me made me more aroused. The pleasure began to fill my body, moaning quite loudly. I needed more, I needed his inside me, pounding me like we weren't going to see tomorrow, like this would be our last s*x, I needed him badly.

“Just f**k me already!” I said in a breath, my moans continued. He didn't utter a word, getting on top of the bed with me. I took my hand off, craving even more now before he rubbed his pink tip against my bean slowly. I winced with pleasure, hushed moans as he kissed me. I screamed in pleasure as he slapped his hard member on my already red clit, rubbing it the last time before pushing his hard, thick member in me gently, making me get used to an inch before he went further.

At once, he pounded his full length in me and I could swear I felt it in my stomach for a little bit. I loved the feeling, of him stroking deep inside me, his chain dangling in front of my face as he panted. Our moans filling the room, I felt my back arch, my toes curl, was this an orgasm? I had never gotten an orgasm from a man before. Yes, this was it, he just needed to keep going, just for a little while. f**k, yes, I'm getting there, just a little more.

Then, he stopped.

He crashed beside me, his member looking deflated inside the full condom, he looked tired, gasping for bare air. I was so close, I've never been that close with a man before it just had to get ruined. My mood suddenly had a gloomy, dark cloud over it, lying quietly beside him.

“You're magical, Zipporah.”

Oh, I've heard that excuse before.

“Mhm,” I stretched, standing up from the bed. I watched him from above, nothing more than for him to leave now, “I think you should get going, I'll need to wash up and rest. It's been a long day, see you another day, hmm?”

His face turned expressionless, itching the back of his head, “Yeah, I should get going,” he stood from the bed, putting on his briefs before kissing my cheek. I didn't wait for him to wear anything and have to make small talk, I simply disappeared into the bathroom. It was a familiar slight pain during pee when you've just had something larger than you're used to in you but it was over in a second.

I left the shower running, admiring my naked body in the mirror waiting for the water to turn hot as I cleansed my face. I really didn't give myself as much credit as I should have been, my physique was very nice, to say the least. Full hips, perky but not small boobs, an ass that would make anything look slutty, almost looking unnatural. I started to understand why Jack thought I was the perfect candidate.

The hot water from the shower ran down my body, releasing my stress and dirt from the day down the drain. I caressed my body with the soapy loofah after I had washed my hair. I wanted to play it safe, I don't know what sort of dirt I must've carried tonight.

I winced at the sound of my door opening and then closing as I did my face care. I simply assumed it must be Devina because Devin should have left since. s**t, I sighed, dreading the fact that I'll have to start explaining this to her, especially how I'll have to think of how we met before I even leave the bathroom.

“Hey, you!” I exclaimed, watching her eyes light up once I closed the bathroom.

“Hi Porah, I would hug you but you just finished showering, and you don't like hugs till after clothes.”

My cheeks plumped up, “You know me so well,” I walked up to her, patting her forehead, trying to be obnoxious. I giggled at her confused face as I ran through my drawer for pajamas.

“Probably not well enough,” I glared back at her, my brows frowned, “Who was that hunk of a man I saw grab his shirt and leave?” She asked excitedly.

“Oh, his name is Devin,” I mocked, knowing she asked for much more than his name.

I could just tell what kind of look she had on and it would be hysterical. I didn't bother looking back to face that as the silence lingered, “You sure as hell know I want more than that.”

“Fine, let me put on my pajamas first,” she nodded, her palms placed on her lap patiently waiting.

I ran to hang my towel, feeling the cold air of the room against my clean skin was spectacular. On a normal note, I change my sheets after s*x, but that wasn't s*x enough to change the sheets. The room was cold, I didn't have an orgasm, and he had a condom on. No sort of extra fluids I'd be scared of in the slightest.

“Are you ready now?” she asked. I snuggled myself under my cold blanket, feeling like I could sleep off anytime from now with how comfortable I was.

“Alright,” I laid on my back, facing the ceiling, “so he's an old acquaintance, he bought my dress and stuff for a sudden date, and I guess we just boned it out.”

“But you're not one to sleep with someone on the first date.”

Shit, she's right, “Well the s****l tension was a lot, and the way it turned out, it's a one-night stand in my head now," I added, lying through my teeth.

She seemed quite shocked, “You're telling me that hunky hunk couldn't perform?”

“At all,” I cringed at the reference, “The head was bad and the s*x, he stopped before I could orgasm and I was only able to get near my peak with my own hands making me just a rub away.”

“Wait…the head, was it ‘teeth’ bad or ‘thinking about everything else’ bad?”

I sighed, wanting to bathe all over as I remembered, “I think both?”

“Both?”

“Both,” I groaned, crashing my head on her lap as she rubbed my head, “I don't think I'll want to see him again, it'll just be awkward.”

“You don't have to, love. Just ghost him or break it to him,” she assured me, rubbing my head.

Oh Devina, I wish it was that easy. I wish I didn't have to see him each day, I wish he wasn't the one practically in charge of the success of my job, technically my life.

“Enough about me, how was your day?” I inquired.

“Well it was alright,” she sighed, “ I left your place for work, had a big ass fight with this guy over the damned coffee machine–”

“Tell me about the fight before I forget to ask,” I mumbled, hoping it was a good enough fight to revive my already-closing eyes.

“The boy gracefully slid his hand under my skirt and his hand literally lingered on my ass! The boy even dared to say it was an accident when I could practically print out his sweaty handprint on my ass!”

“Damn, that's crazy,” I giggled a bit.

“It was a whole thing but regardless, I had to let it slide as the angel I am,” I rolled my eyes, “I felt that.”

“I know what you are darling, and it's not an angel.”

“Whatever," she mocked, "By the way guess what?”

“What?” I asked curiously. A heavy silence lingered once her phone dinged, I had to sit upright as she pushed me off, shuffling for her slippers, “What happened?”

“I ordered food! I'm going to get it now,” she said excitedly, sliding her feet in the slippers

“Wait, at least tell me what you were going to tell me before you go.”

“I swear,” she whispered, “he was wearing the exact same clothes as when he came over. It's nothing deep, I just saw Landry, your ex-sugar daddy today,” she said before running out the door excitedly.

The curious smile that was on my face had dropped as I heard that name. Someone I saw melt right before my eyes? My blood ran cold, my heart racing like I just ran. I hoped she just saw someone that looked like him, anyone, or his son, that could be the only explanation.

"What?"