Mia
Jealousy poured off Andre in waves. Was she a bad person because she wanted to make him squirm just a little longer?
“Did you fuck him?” he grated like his throat was full of gravel. The look that flashed in his eyes stole any mirth she’d had at his expense. Pain.
“No. But it really wouldn’t be any of your business if I did.” She moved her finger between them. “We’re not dating.”
Andre’s shoulders lowered as whatever tension he brought with him dissipated. A whoosh of air left his mouth as he scrubbed a hand over his face. An ache formed in her chest. It had been a while since anyone cared about her, and even though this man only wanted her body, it felt good knowing she was wanted by him. For now, anyways.
“This is no strings,” he agreed. “But we’re exclusive.”
She smiled and paddled her hands beneath the warm water. “That sounds an awful lot like a relationship.”
“I thought you didn’t want a relationship?” His dark eyebrows rose questioningly.
“I don’t. But you can’t have it both ways. Adding exclusivity means more room to develop feelings.”
Andre sighed before stripping off his shirt and pants until he was only in his black boxer briefs. He stepped into the water, sending ripples into the pool. His muscular form in the soft aqua glow highlighted every chiseled plane and ridge of his toned body, down to his thick, strong thighs. Strength and power exuded from the man. Her body ached, the throb getting stronger as he walked towards her in the pool. His hands reached out, taking her face in his large palms. How was it possible to feel fear of vulnerability and comfort at the same time?
“I want to continue what we have. No strings.”
The intensity of his gaze mixed with the flutter of emotions battering her insides at his touch. His closeness was dizzying. Heat flashed through her body, singeing her self-control.
“But I also want exclusivity and honesty. Don’t hide shit from me. You want to be with another man, then we’ll end this and go our separate ways. I won’t be fucking you and sharing your body with anyone else. I. Don’t. Share. Are we clear?” His deep voice growled his last words.
Andre’s touch burned her flesh with want and need. After the events of the day with Mateo, she’d been reminded yet again why everything in her life was temporary. Yes, she could give this to Andre. She’d enjoy it while it lasted and hope he didn’t hate her when it was all over.
She nodded.
“Say it,” he commanded.
She glanced at his full lips, and licked her own. “I won’t fuck anyone but you.”
His mouth clamped on her neck as she gasped. His touch became rough and feverish. He tasted like whiskey and determination. This was the first Andre she’d slept with. Raw and needy. Untamed and reckless. Fucking—that was what this was. Pure and simple. Why did her heart ache at the thought? She pushed the question aside, along with all the other uncomfortable feelings that bubbled up in his presence. She locked them away deep down with all her secrets that had never seen the light of day.
His hands roamed over her breasts, pinching her nipples as his suction on her neck increased, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain as need blanketed her.
She moaned.
His mouth released as he looked at her and smirked. “Now everyone will know you’re off-limits.”
She reached for the semi-sore spot where his mouth had been. “You left a mark?”
“I’m just getting started.” His mouth crashed onto hers, his sweet tongue darting in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him as they became a frantic knot of hands and legs. He picked her up and carried her out of the pool. She never stopped kissing him as they slipped through the back door of her house, the dripping water making the tiles slippery. She gripped him tighter as he turned towards the stairs. Not needing light to find it, he made his way to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed before flicking the bedside lamp on.
“I wanna see you,” he said. Like she needed an explanation.
He stripped his wet boxers off before hungrily raking his eyes over her exposed body. “I also want you to see who’s gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna feel me for a week. I’m gonna make you come so much you won’t ever need to consider another man in your bed.”
If she was wearing panties, they would have melted. She could have gotten caught on the fact that he used the word ever, as if he expected this thing between them to last much longer than it could. But there was a very gorgeous naked man crawling over her, his hard cock pressing into her soft flesh. She could think later, because right now, she would get lost in this moment. That was all she could afford. Right now. And she wanted him to make good on every single one of those promises.
“You say you’re a man of your word.” She panted, tracing the rigid muscles of his shoulders with one hand as her other stroked his cock as it jerked in her palm. “Show me.”
And he did. For hours, he traced every curve and line of her body with his hungry mouth as if he was memorizing it. He teased her, bringing her to the brink of pleasure again and again until she was breathless, writhing, and begging.
She reached for his cock again, but he grabbed her wrists and bolted them to the bed with one hand.
“You don’t get to touch me,” he growled. “Your body is all mine right now. You can come when I say you can.”
His voice was dominant and possessive, turning her insides to goo.
“That sound good to you?” he asked.
That ache inside her chest grew as he checked for her consent.
“I’m yours.” It didn’t feel like a lie. What she wouldn’t give to really belong to a man like him, and in turn he would belong to her. Sadness crept up, bringing the sting of tears to her eyes, and she swallowed the lump of emotion.
His own expression flickered with something before it was gone in an instant—back behind the elusive wall he had raised as he thrust inside her. She cried out from pleasure. The connection was too much. It broke the dam that welled deep within. Euphoria radiated through every cell in her body, and as he held her down, there was nothing she could do but feel it all. Everything she kept locked inside came bursting out. A warm comforting feeling washed over her like a wave, drowning out her fears.
His movements were like an erotic incantation, coaxing her into a state of complete rapture. Breathless, unable to even make a sound, her ears rang. The handsome face above her focused solely on her as his expression grew even more intense. As he inhaled, so did she. His body, pounding hard in and out of her at an even pace, drew out the pleasure. He exhaled, his breath mingling with hers in the small space between the lovers.
“Mia, baby, come.”
She was already there, her body spasming again and again as the orgasm rocked through her body.
“Come. Come. Come,” he repeated over and over. And her body obeyed. His thrusts increased as he roared in her neck. The room grew dark as she slipped off the edge of bliss into complete all-encompassing euphoria.
***
“Mia!” Andre shouted her name, but it sounded like she was underwater.
“Mia! Wake up!” Calloused hands shook her shoulders as she opened her eyes.
She clasped a hand over her face. It came away wet. Why was she wet? The pool, the hot sex, and then . . . blackness.
“Shit. Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows were narrowed with concern.
“What happened?” she asked, sitting up. Her body ached in the best of ways. He’d fulfilled all his promises.
“You passed the fuck out. That’s what happened.” He ran his hand over her forehead. “You feeling okay now? Let me get you water.” He walked to the bathroom, still completely naked as she checked out his fine ass from behind. She’d passed out?
“Maybe you should go to the hospital.”
Panic streaked through her. “No!”
He studied her. She’d overreacted.
“I mean, I’m sure I’m fine. I’m awake now.” She took the water and gulped down a few sips. “See? All better.”
“Has that happened to you before?” he asked, sitting next to her.
“Um . . .” Should she lie? “A few times. It’s nothing, really.”
“Blacking out isn’t nothing.” He climbed into the bed next to her, scooping her into his arms. “Was it the sex? Was it because of something I did?”
She smiled, hoping it would set him more at ease. His heart was thudding against her shoulder pressed against his chest.
“You need an ego boost? Yes, Dre. You’re so good at sex you made me black out.”
He let out a breath and chuckled. “Well, that’s a first for me.”
“Me too. From sex, I mean.” Every other time it had happened it was because she was feeling too much. Her body just shut down.
“You had me worried.” He pulled her closer as his lips pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“Dre?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you leaking down my leg?”
“Shit.”
He’d forgotten a condom, again. She had too though. When they were together like that, logic went out the window.
“I’m so sorry. I got caught up and totally forgot. I swear I wasn’t . . . I mean, fuck. I screwed up.”
“It’s okay. I forgot too. And I was kind of begging for your cock.”
His deep laughter rumbled in his chest, vibrating through her body and sending chills across her skin.
“You certainly were. But that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have been so careless. That’s the second time it’s happened with you. I’ve never gone bare with anyone else before.”
She heard what he didn’t say. He’d never let his guard down that completely in the past.
“Me either.” She’d not once been so reckless. But the panic never came. She was safe in Andre’s arms, shielded from the real world as she reveled in the moment just a little longer.
“Do you need anything from me? I can run to the pharmacy?”
“No. My IUD is as effective as they come, Dre.”
“Right. I forgot.”
A beat of silence passed. His palm brushed up and down her arm soothingly.
I wish I could keep you.
“I like it when you call me Dre.”
“You said only your friends could. I am a friend now. I figured it was allowed,” she teased.
“You’re something, that’s for sure.”
“Maybe I should just call you D.” She giggled and affected a casual tone. “Hey, D, come on over and give me some of that D.” Her laughter grew louder.
“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”
“I try.” She sighed.
“You can have this D whenever you want, but only if you never refer to me as D. Understood?”
“If I do, do I get punished with the D?”
He snorted. “You’d like that too much.”
Anything with this man’s cock was a gift. She’d never been one to go crazy over a penis before, but Andre’s stretched her so perfectly.
He cleared his throat. “This weekend, my friends are getting together at Remy’s house. You wanna come?”
That sounded an awful lot like a date. She shouldn’t go, just for that reason. But she wanted to. What did that mean?
“You don’t have to. Remy asked if I’d bring you along.”
She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Remy was her friend; so was Jasmine. She’d go to see her friends. Friends. Yes, maybe if she thought the word ten more times it would cement into her brain. She’d never had this problem before with guys. There was always a clear line in the sand. Feelings were never mixed with sex. If they were, it was usually from them, and she’d take her cue and run the other way.
“Mia?”
“Sorry, yes. That sounds like fun.”
“Let’s get cleaned up. I was going to make you dinner before all this happened.”
“You were planning to cook for me?” She turned towards him, her belly grumbling at the mention of food.
He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “I figured it would be nice. You cooked for me, and I wanted to return the favor.”
“I’m starving, so how about we have a quick shower?” she agreed.
“Then you better go in there alone, or it might be another hour until we get dinner. Unless—do you need me in there? You know, in case you fall?” he quickly amended.
That ache in her chest was like a sinkhole, getting deeper by the second. He was worried about her.
“I’ll be fine.” She stood and disappeared into the bathroom before he could see the emotion welling up as tears slipped past her defenses and down her cheeks.
***
After a quick shower, she went to the bedroom to dress. When she entered, the fresh set of sheets and comforter caught her attention. He’d stripped her bed and then made it for her. A note sat in the center.
Went home to shower and start dinner. Come on over when you’re ready. -Dre
“Friends do dinners,” she said aloud, trying to convince herself.
Besides, she’d just worked up one hell of an appetite. A tiny voice inside her told her he was the only man to appease it.
Another voice told her to run.