Page 20 of Loving a Libra
“I’m not trying to prove anything, baby. You’re fresh out of a relationship with a man who wasn’t trustworthy and mishandled your heart. I don’t want you to ever feel like I forced you to move on too fast, or I pressured you to be with me. I mean, I kinda am doing exactly that, but you will have an out. If you decide I’m not who you want, I won’t be homeless.”
My gut had never led me wrong, and I’d been ignoring it for way too long. Right now, it was shouting for me not only to follow it but also to follow my heart. For the first time in years, they were on one accord.
“This is what I want to do.”
It was as if Tariq had been waiting his whole life to hear those words, and our food was suddenly forgotten about. In two point five seconds, he had me out of my robe, with my legs on his shoulders and his face buried between my thighs.
His tongue worked my pussy over, licking and flicking, while he sucked every possible doubt from my spirit. When I came, I felt lighter than I’d felt in five years, and was ready to leave Maurice behind and move forward with his former best friend. It was scandalous. It was taboo. It was risk-taking. It was what I wanted to do.
Tariq barely gave me time to catch my breath, easing up my body and lining his dick up with my entrance. However, my mouth had been watering at the thought of sucking his dick since we stepped off the elevator. This wasn’t the parking garage, but I immediately wanted his dick in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
“Wait. It’s your turn. On your back.”
His brow raised, but he didn’t hesitate to follow my command. When he was flat on his back, I was in awe of how his dick stood at attention. I was tempted to sit on it instead because there was no way my mouth would be able to cover that big muthafucka.
However, I went with my gut and took as much of him into my mouth as I could, causing him to growl upon contact. I used one of my hands to hold the bottom half of his dick, while attempting to cover the top half with my mouth.
“Damn, baby. Suck that shit.”
He palmed the back of my head and controlled my tempo. It was slow and steady as he fucked my mouth. My eyes watered as spit slid down his dick and onto my hand. Each time he hit the back of my throat, I gagged, and I think he liked it. The more I gagged, the more slippery his dick became. His grip on my hair tightened when I felt him throbbing in my mouth.
“Mmm,” I moaned, hoping the vibrations sent him over the top.
“Shit! I’m about to nut.”
“Mmm.”
“That’s right, baby. Keep sucking and swallow all my shit.”
All I could do was moan as I sucked my heart out. Suddenly, I felt his warm fluid fill my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop, just like he wanted.
“That’s a good girl. Now ride it.”
“What have you done?”my mother, Kia, asked.
“Huh? I just got here.”
“You heard what I asked. Whether you just got here or not, I know you did something.”
I hadn’t visited my parents since I crossed the line with Devyn. Since I was their only child, I’d never been able to hide anything from them. Sometimes, it seemed like my parents knew me better than I knew myself.
“Ma, I came to visit you and Pops, and you’re harassing me.”
“Nobody’s harassing you, boy, but we know when our son is up to something or has something to tell us. Which is it?” my father, Vince, asked from his recliner.
I’d gotten my business sense from both my parents. They have owned and operated a hardware store in Hyde Park for most of my life, and expected me to take over when they retired. With the way I’d been feeling lately about working with Maurice, my parents might be able to retire sooner than expected.
“I wouldn’t say I’m up to anything, but I do have something to tell you.”
“We’re all ears,” Pops said.
“I’m dating someone and it’s serious.”
“It can’t be too serious, because we haven’t met her,” Ma said.
“Actually, you have.”
They exchanged a knowing look, and something told me they knew I was talking about Devyn.
