“Are you okay?” I knew he had to be ready to go so that I could return the favor. I wanted him to tell me he needed me.
I watched in disbelief as I saw him take each finger that was in my sex and raise them to his mouth to suck off my juices. I’d never seen anything so erotic.
“I am now.” His face was impassive but I knew there was no way that he could be okay. I knew where his mind was. “You’re going to be trouble,” he observed, appraising my juices as his eyes traveled appreciatively from his fingers to me. His tone was pithy and decisive.
What does that mean?
“Are you ready to leave?” I felt heat coursing through my veins at the sight of him licking me off him.
“I’m in no rush. Like I said, Im’ma tap that ass, but now is not the time. We have a show to finish.”
My breath hitched. I don’t know if I was completely turned on by the anticipation or thrown by the timeline, that he didn’t give.
“Breathe, Brimm. Breathe,” he murmured. I exhaled not realizing I had so much air built up. I wanted him so badly, even more so now that I knew he could be an exhibitionist. I just sat there imploring him with my eyes as he licked me off his fingers. “I think I better go wash my hands before I get tempted to fuck you in this booth.”
I grabbed his face pulling him into my mouth and tasted myself on him, something I hated in the past but oddly, I tasted good on Azmir. Too good. He let me devour him ravenously and even let a groan escape. I wanted him to lose restraint just as he had inflicted upon me moments earlier. I let up off him thinking that we would have plenty of time to test his self-control after the show.
Azmir took to the restrooms to clean up, then I followed suit. When I’d gotten back to the booth his mood of the ultimate gentleman had returned with very little hint of the skilled seducer that had me clawing up the bench earlier.
We eventually got up to mingle with his friends. Shortly thereafter, I saw Petey and a few men behind him stalking briskly through the crowd of patrons passing right by me. He didn’t speak, which worried me. He stopped at his commander and chief and whispered something in Azmir’s ear. Azmir’s eyes narrowed as he processed the urgent information.
He then turned to me and said, “There’s been an accident. I’m going to have Ray, my driver, take you home whenever you’re ready.”
He was very formal, certainly not the man who’d made love to me with his hand a half an hour earlier. I didn’t want to separate from him that night at all, let alone in an emergency situation. I’d had plans for him.
“Sure. I hope everything is okay…” I uttered trying not to pry but hoping he’d provide some type of explanation. I’d been having such a great time with him, and his friends even.
“I’ll call you as soon as I can. Ray will be outside waiting.” He kissed my forehead and was led out by his entourage.
What in the hell happened? He left so abruptly. I didn’t want to stay without him so I went back to the table to gather our favors and the rest of my things and said my goodbyes to Mark and Eric before leaving myself. When I stepped outside, just as Azmir assured, his driver was right there in front waiting.
Ray smiled and asked, “Where to, Ms. Brimm?”
I went back to Michelle’s house.
I didn’t see Azmir for days and when we did speak, it was through text and emails. I tried not to focus on it too much because between work, tending to Michelle and Erin, still settling in the new house and practicing with Jimmie for Azmir’s party I was extremely preoccupied. However, the distance didn’t come without doubt, my last time with Azmir gave reservations about what we had going on. I’d be the first to admit that I had no interest in a full blown relationship, but Azmir was different; different in that I didn’t believe he wanted a full blown relationship either but it was clear he wanted an affair, and hopefully exclusivity.
Chapter 8