My words were clipped at the sight of Zoey’s naked body in front of my bed. Her face was blank. Her hands were clasped behind her…expressing restraint. Her toned right leg was crossed over her left. Her striking dark chocolate nipples were peaked. And there was something about the close cut bed of hair in her pelvis, neatly shaped that made my tongue curl my mouth.
Initially, it felt like a set up. Well, I’d been in the game long enough to know it was a set up…but not like the fucking vultures that come with being in the league. This was my sweet Zoey. The Zoey that had no damn clue of my salary. The one who probably didn’t even know what position I played. Zoey didn’t know about my Pepsi contract, or the McDonald’s endorsement deal I’d just renewed, or about the sneaker line with Nike, or the Cobalt investment deal I’d just signed with Azmir Jacobs.
This was a different type of plotting.
But what the fuck?
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~Zoey~
“Yo, Zeek, man, I’mma hit you back,” he spoke throatily into the phone before dropping it from his ear.
Expressionless, he stood there, staring at me from head to toe, not moving an inch. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. What was I expecting? Eager anticipation perhaps. But not this.
His mouth finally opened and my heartbeat sped up. Then he closed it again and my breathing stopped. Stenton looked pained...certainly not up for what I was offering.
His mouth opened again and I refused to give him a reason to say no.
“We have condoms...all different brands and sizes for your choosing,” I blurted out and then tried to smile.
He licked his lips and roughly brushed his face with a hand, looking away momentarily before returning his gaze to me.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” he informed, gruffly.
“Well, what were you going to say?” Why did I ask that? I told myself going into this plan that I wouldn’t give him even a window to exit again. We were doing this tonight. Now!
He closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. My heart stammered in my chest and my palms grew clammy.
“I was just gonna...” He shifted in stance. “I don’t get no lingerie or nothing? I was looking forward to ripping it off.”
I cracked a quivering smile. Still unable to move, I let out the air I’d been holding. I don’t own lingerie. The closest thing I had to it were slips for church. I wore them under my usher uniform, and even those I shared with Ruth.
But still, Stent made not one advancement toward me. He didn’t smile either. I arched a brow, goading him. Why did I do that…and so naturally? Stent brought out wanton behavior in me, forced me to push the barriers of my normal conduct. Apparently, it worked. In seconds, he pounced on me.
“Uhhhhhh!” flew from my lungs as my back slammed into the firm mattress, and in an instant, Stenton was sucking my tongue from my mouth.
White-hot excitement blossomed in my belly as his delicious virile scent assaulted all of my sense causing me to shiver. I almost couldn’t keep up with his rapid movements. My hands ran through the small and soft curls of his hair as I greedily pulled him into me. Then his clever tongue moved down my chin, my neck and then over to my clavicle. I lost it. My moans were involuntary, desperate. My pelvis pumped his waist with no particular cadence, and I began to resent the fabric of his clothing providing a barrier between us. Stent’s mouth moved sinuously to my breasts, sucking and pulling and gently scraping my nipples, almost to the point of pain. Never before did I teeter on pleasure and pain. My head lobed left to right in my torment. I didn’t know how to express my uncontrolled pleasure. I’d never experienced such unadulterated bliss. But I knew how to demand what I needed.