Page 39 of Cause When You Love Someone
Simone raised her hand and staggered forward. “That would be me.” She spoke proudly.
My eyes sliced through her. “Wait. What do you mean?”
“I went downstairs to pee, and I saw Chaz and Tracy together. By the time I made it to the bathroom, I could hear them outside the stall. Dumbasses didn’t even notice I was standing on the toilet next to them recording.”
“Why the hell would you post it on the internet? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t post shit! I meant to send it to you, but I accidentally sent it to Mira’s messy ass. Knowing her, she probably sold it to one of the blogs.”
The more she spoke, the more I thought of putting my hands on her. Simone had always been a brat, but knowing she was capable of basking in my embarrassment was something different.
Done for the night, I prepared to call Rock. However, the sight of Chaz walking out the private exit holding hands with his baby mama changed my plans. The part of my heart that was done with Chaz urged me not to say a word as they passed me. The part of me that was tired of being disrespected made me snatch Tracy by her ponytail after she flicked me off.
In the blink of an eye, everything moved in slow motion. One second, I dragged Tracy to the ground, and the next, I heard Ishmael’s friend Blaze threaten Tracy’s friends when they attempted to jump in.
Being the hater she was, Tracy tried to pull my hair from the root, but I punched her in her nose until she let go. When I remembered I had six-inch boots on my feet, I got Tracy to the ground. Ready to stomp a hole in her face, I lifted my foot, but luckily for her, Ishmael tossed me over his shoulder.
“Put me down! Put me down now!”
Ishmael didn’t reply. He just carried me away while Chaz talked shit and helped his battered bitch off the ground.
“You need to relax, Clarke.”
“You need to put me down!” I snatched out of his arms then pushed him back. “I’m sick of being disrespected! If you don’t back up . . . ”
Ishmael grinned at my threat. “You got ol’ girl leaking, but I’m not scared of those pillows.”
“Don’t patronize me, Ishmael!”
He gripped my chin, forcing me to find his eyes. “Don’t threaten me.”
“I don’t want to fight you too. Can you take me home?” I pleaded with Ishmael.
He showed me the key fob in his palm. “I already made arrangements.”
“Toyourhome,” I added, needing him to catch my drift.
“You didn’t stutter. I didn’t either.”
I couldn’t explain how we went from fussing in the parking lot to naked in Ishmael’s bedroom, but the small details weren’t important. The only thing that mattered was that Ishmael did as I asked.
“I have been wondering how wide you can open your mouth,” he teased while looking down at me on my knees.
Slobber leaked from the corners of my lips as I eased his ten inches down my throat. I didn’t think before I wiped the moisture off my face and rubbed it onto my clit.
“Fuck, Clarke. Go all the way down on it,” he muttered, already guiding my head further into his pelvis. “You got my fucking legs shaking.”
The sound of my gags birthed a deep groan from Ishmael. There were a lot of things that turned me on, and the sound of my man’s moans was like a lullaby.
“Nah. Open your eyes. This is what you wanted. Look at the mess you’re making.”
His tempting words sent my wide-eyed gaze up to his tapered stare. Light from the bathroom gave me a clear view of him, and even with a face twisted in pleasure, Ishmael was fine as hell. His body was more sculpted than I imagined, and when he took off his shirt, I saw he had a tattoo of a tattered cross covering his back.
Lost in the feeling of his dick pulsating between my lips, I squealed when Ishmael snatched me from the floor. Naturally, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“I want you to sit on my face. I don’t get to breathe until you get what you need.” He took hold of my bottom lip between his teeth. “You hear me? I want you to bounce that pussy on my tongue.”
“Aww, fuck.” I groaned and tossed my head back, giving Ishmael the opportunity to suck on my neck.
