Page 53 of Cause When You Love Someone
“You call me spoiled, then say something like that.”
“I guess I’m your enabler.”
I gnawed on my bottom lip, taking in the smell of his minty exhale. “It sounds like you’re trying to be my man.”
“You think you’re ready for that?” I rolled my eyes, instantly reminded of what Simone said in her message. “Don’t get defensive because I questioned you. If you believe it, stand on it.”
“Don’t you feel how much I want you when you’re inside of me?”
A luring smirk ambushed his face as he said, “I do. I would actually?—”
The curtains went up, silencing whatever wicked comment he was prepared to utter.
For the next hour and a half, I sat on the edge of my seat, sipping wine and whispering to Ishmael. I felt bad when I realized I kept talking during the performance, but I couldn’t stop. The dancer in me raved about every Russian fouetté and leap. I held my breath when the performers completed stunts that I had only attempted. Even the love story that moved the show along almost drove me to tears.
By the time we made it back outside, the crowd had settled, making it easier to get to our car without a scene. About ten minutes in our ride, I still stared into space replaying the show and planning out one of my own in my head. Inspired more than ever, I knew I made the right decision get back into an art form I loved.
“Baby girl,” Ishmael called out to me once we were back in the car.
I snickered, seeing his head fall back. I asked him to drink with me during the show, but I didn’t think he hadthatmuch.
“Lightweight. We only had wine,” I muttered.
“There ain’t nothing lightweight about me, woman.”
“Oh. You’re tipsy and talking shit.”
I kicked off my heels then pressed a button to roll up the partition, blocking the driver’s view of us.
“Bad girl.” Ishmael reached out and tugged on the bottom of my high-knee stockings. “You are sexy as fuck. Come here.”
I entered his personal space, prepared to swallow him whole, but Ishmael made me take his seat.
Our eyes remained latched together while Ishmael removed his jacket, then undid the first few buttons on his white button-up. All that talk about rocking exaggerated pieces went out the window when they kept Ishmael’s warm touch away from my skin.
“You have to be quiet,” he muttered as he bunched my dress above my waist. “Can you do that for me, Clarke?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I can be . . . quiet.”
My words guided the hungry man between my legs, but instead of licking me, he nibbled on the inside of my thighs. Since the first time he ate my pussy, I noticed Ishmael got a kick out of making me beg.
“Ishmael. Please, baby.”
“Please what, mama?”
“You know. You know what I want, Ishmael.” I groaned and cupped my breasts. “You are such a tease.”
A one-sided smirk shifted his lips while he rubbed his thumb over my clit. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Fuck. That.” I grabbed the back of his head and ushered his face to the puddle between my thighs. My dominant behavior only seemed to entice my greedy lover. He didn’t pull away when I forced him close. Ishmael got comfortable and feasted on me.
With me sitting upright, I had the perfect view of his long, pink tongue making circles around my hard clit. The sight triggered my teeth to grab hold of my bottom lip, but my cries for him to slip his finger in one of my holes still cut through.
As I rode his tongue, Ishmael snaked his hand up my midsection. He took a few seconds to strum my nipples, but his hand didn’t stop until it reached my neck. When his fingernails softly ran against my flesh, I guided his thumb into my mouth. Hard and slow, I sucked on Ishmael until an ache in my gut pried my mouth wide open.
On the brink of an orgasm, my head dropped back, but my moment in paradise came to a halt when Ishmael left me hanging.
“Baby, what the hell?” I whined.
