Chapter 8
Jenny
I woke up in a pair of big arms… warm arms. So warm, I wanted to burrow in deeper.
Who was in my bed? I tried to think through the morning fog to all that happened last night and it hit me like a hammer. The club, the guy, the fight, and Solomon. He was still here.
I’d thought he would be gone when I woke. He’d told me he was going to leave when Sarah came home. I smiled to myself hoping he’d stayed for me, but knowing he’d probably just fallen asleep.
What if Sarah never came home?
I reached across to my nightstand to check my phone for messages. My phone was sitting at five percent and there were three missed texts. Sarah had texted me to say she’d gone home with a guy named Alex, and that she’d be home in the morning. I breathed a sigh of relief and cuddled closer to Solomon. Sarah was safe and Jo was home. I could relax now. Relax back into the man in my bed. He felt so solid behind me.
Solomon.
Just thinking his name put a smile on my face. He stayed with me. He protected me.
My smile faltered when I thought about how brazen I had been. I begged like a little slut and he’d given me everything I’d wanted. Well—not everything. He tongued me down proper and, if I hadn’t fallen asleep, I might have gotten some dick.
My eyes went to his crotch automatically. I could feel his morning erection. It was thick and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t notice it. Just thinking about it was making me wet. I wondered if he was the kind of guy to mind being woken up with head. I figured most men would be delighted.
I glanced up behind me at his face and jumped. He was awake and watching me.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough,” he said, his voice deep from sleep.
His eyes were serious and giving nothing away. Could he tell what I was thinking? Could he see in my eyes that I still wanted what I’d desperately wanted last night?
“About last night…”
“What about it?”
“You said you wanted to give me some time…”
“I did.”
“Well I think I’ve had enough time to think about what I want and I want more.”
“You sure about that?”
I nodded and bit my lip. It was daylight. I knew he could see the redness of my cheeks as I blushed. This was not how I had sex. To be so brazen in asking was embarrassing.
He grabbed my chin tightly and pulled me to look at him in the eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Say what?” I asked.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“You got me,” he said, leaning closer.
“You inside me.”
“Where?” His voice grew deeper.
“Everywhere,” I whispered just before he claimed my mouth.
I didn’t care about morning breath or how crazy my hair must have looked. I couldn’t think of anything as he kissed me. Pressing my ass against him, I was dripping wet in seconds.
His hands moved surely, with one holding my face to his and the other roaming my body. He tasted incredible. His lips were soft, his stubble prickly against my skin—in a good way—and I wanted to remember it all. He kissed me like a man and it only made me wetter.
I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his thick hair as I kissed him back. Our lips moved together, our tongues rolling into each other’s mouths as he sucked on me, savoring me.
He rubbed his jean-clad dick against my wetness, teasing me endlessly, making me very aware that I had no shorts or panties. All I could think about was wanting his clothes gone so that I could push that extra inch until he sunk into me. Even though I knew the risks, I wanted him bareback. I didn’t know this man, but I wanted him to know me in every way.
He growled, pulling himself away to lean over the bed.
“Where are you going?” I said, missing his heat as he climbed out of the bed.
“Condom,” he grunted, kicking off his jeans and boxers before quickly sliding back against my body.
I was disappointed when he sheathed himself. Still, I was finally going to feel that huge cock inside of me. I pulled my thin camisole over my head. Together we lay on our left sides and I readied myself as he lifted my right leg.
We both sighed loudly together as he slid into me.
I moaned as his hand swept up my thigh, across my hip and up my ribcage. My hands set off to do their own exploration. The tips of my fingers caressed the cords of his muscle on small of his back then I grabbed his ass and squeezed. I was rewarded with a quick bite to one of my shoulders. I shrieked loudly.
“Shh,” he said, covering my mouth with his lips.
He coaxed the head of his shaft against the entrance of my silk folds and sounds I’d never heard before escaped my lips.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed his head against my wetness, teasing me and not entering me.
I reached behind me, stroking his shaft up and down. He pumped his hips, slowly pushing against my hand. Our tempos changed on a dime, playing to each other. My hand held tightly to his silken shaft and his fingers invaded my pussy in sweet retaliation.
I instantly stopped stroking him as he teased and opened my velvet folds.
“Fuck,” I sighed, almost singing.
I relished the feeling of his adoration a moment more before renewing my efforts stroking him.
We moved together, bringing each other closer to climax.
His hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Fuck.”
“Yes,” I moaned, working him harder.
His fingers left me and his cock replaced them. He let out a drawn-out groan as he stretched me walls.
The head of his cock pushed deep into my folds and I wiggled hoping to get even deeper. He chuckled but shifted his hips to give me exactly what I craved. I gasped in pleasure.
His teeth nibbled down my neck and across my shoulder. He sucked on my earlobe. His cock remained pressed into me, but every so often he would lift his hips, drawing out a few inches and making me whimper for their returning drive back in.
Slow and agonizing minutes of torturous pleasure passed as my hips rolled forward drawing him in and out.
His lips claimed me and I pulled away to beg him.
“Solomon, please. Fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper.”
He smiled wickedly. “Not yet.”
My nails clawed at his back as I tried to hold on, frustration building inside of me. He was torturing me, pumping into me agonizingly slow.
Then his cock dragged across my G-spot and his fingers pinched my clit. My pussy clenched around him, working to keep him locked in. He was buried to the hilt in its warm home.
My hands gripped his ass, pushing with all my might, and thrust my hips forward to meet his thick cock.
“Please. Please.”
“Damn. You’re so damn wet.”
I could feel my cheeks burning. Only because I knew what he said was true. I was soaked. My juice pooled between us. I could feel it skating down the crack of my ass and seeping into the sheets. I was beyond frustrated now. On the edge of delirium.
“Fuck me!”
This time he didn’t hold back. He plunged deep. His dick pounded my sex as he covered my mouth and I called out his name, over and over again. He drove into me as hard as he could and we moved like a well-oiled machine.
His mouth replaced his hand as we inhaled, kissed. We licked and bit whatever flesh we could, like animals. I sucked on his shoulder while he sucked on my nipples. He drilled into me hard, his pelvic bone pressing down on my clit. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. My brain concentrated on nothing but my center—my entire universe at the moment. It was something unearthly.
When we came, we didn’t need to announce it. The words were stuck in my throat; I couldn’t scream if I wanted to. I could feel him grow even bigger and harder inside of me and together we came.
I pushed upward, riding the aftershocks of my orgasm. Then the evidence of our release leaked out of us, soaking the bed. I shook around him and held him close until we caught our breath.
We eased back to the bed, exhausted and fulfilled. I felt warm and cherished as he pulled me back into his arms.
“You’re okay, right?’
“Yes,” I said, smiling and feeling languid. “I’m more than okay. I’m feeling amazing.”
He held me closely and I could feel his voice in his chest. “Good.”
I felt ready to go back to sleep. It was Saturday and the only plans I had were to work on my art. Which reminded me…
“You know, I’ve had trouble working on my final project. I’m supposed to draw a man and I suck at it. But now I have an inspiration,” I said as I ran a finger down his bicep.
He nodded against my back.
“What are you going to do today?” What I really wanted to ask was if there was any way he could stay.
“I got plans.”
Solomon was not a man of many words, but I felt like he didn’t need to make an explanation.
“Well, thanks again for staying the night. Even though you didn’t want to.”
He leaned forward and kissed me softly. His lips were intoxicating and that soft kiss instantly turned into something intense. When we pulled apart, our desire evident in the way our breathing had become haggard.
“It was nothing,” he said before pulling away completely and sliding from the bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked, shocked that he was gone from my side so suddenly.
“I have to go,” he said, redressing, picking up the vest I’d dropped on the floor and walking out the door.
I couldn’t help wondering what exactly he had to do and if maybe he was mad at me. I hoped not. I also couldn’t help wondering if we would see each other again. I reached for my phone and realized we hadn’t even exchanged numbers.