“Better now.” He places his hands behind his head and rests back against them, making his chest look wide and strong. “How was your day? Do anything fun?”
I gulp down the words that will tell him exactly what I was up to, but do I really owe him that? I didn’t tell Malik about King. Mostly because I did not once think about King while I was with him. Malik steals my entire attention. King is simply a guilty indulgence.
“It was good. I was with a friend so I had fun.” I see his head move up and down in slow, exaggerated nods. “How was your day?”
“Empty. Without you, it was empty. But now that I see your face, it’s full again.” My cheeks heat and my body begins to hum, his words igniting a spark inside of me.
“Thanks,” I whisper, slightly embarrassed.
“You look beautiful tonight.”
That has me arching a brow and pursing my lips. “Okay. Now I know you’re just blowing smoke. I’m wearing a sweatshirt.”
I hear a deep breath expel from him. “Sunny Girl, you don’t get it. You could wear a sheet over your head and pretend to be a ghost and you’d still be the most beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on.”
“Smooth talker.”
“It’s true. Look at me.” He pushes away from the counter and I see a tent beneath his sweats and it’s quite impressive. “I hear your voice and it sets me off. That’s all it takes.”
His hand covers his erection and he begins rubbing it. I feel my panties grow damp and squirm in my chair.
“King, my friend is here. I don’t think this is a good idea,” I tell him without conviction.
“Mmm. That makes it agreatidea. The thrill of being caught, having her hear the way you fall apart for me.” His hand slips slowly beneath his pants and I watch as it moves up and down his hard shaft.
My sweatshirt scratches at my sensitive nipples as shivers spread through my body. I don’t want to break. I want to hold strong and not give in to King’s temptation, but the urge to release the hunger that still remains from Malik is just too powerful.
“How did we get from zero to a hundred so quickly?” I ask him.
“It only took minutes for me to become completely entranced by you. You’re just catching up. Now, stick those fingers into that pussy and tell me how it feels.”
Biting my lip, my fingers walk across my swirling belly and work their way under the band of my leggings. I feel the wet spot already puddled in my underwear and a moan escapes.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t keep yourself from me. I want you to give it all. Let me have it.”
My head lolls around and I allow my eyes to fall shut. I roll over my clit and I can already feel how close to the precipice I am. Malik’s smile plays behind my eyes and his touch lingers on my lips.
“Look at me, Sunny.” King growls and I’m startled back into reality. “I want to see those gorgeous eyes and hear your breath and the way it shakes.”
Through fog, I watch King who has his stiff cock gripped tightly in his hand. The mushroomed head is purple and it bulges, ready to explode any moment. My eyes stay glued to it and I rub harder, rolling faster. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and I can’t hang on any longer.
My head hits the headrest and I mewl as the dynamite ripples through me. I work to keep my voice.
“Yes. Oh my god. Yes, Malik.” His name falls from my mouth.
I can’t stop them from coming. They speak what occupies my mind.
My eyes fly open when I hear King groan loudly and see the moment he comes. Like a geyser, he shoots furiously, long ropes stretching up and over his taut abs. If he heard me whisper Malik’s name, he shows no indication as he continues to release.
“Fuck,” he shouts.
I pull my fingers away and swipe them clean with my sweatshirt, and look around the room for…I don’t even know what I’m looking for. I guess my guilty conscience gets the best of me. But am I guilty because I moaned Malik’s name when I should be focused on King? Or is it because I want Malik, and this feels like betrayal?
I decide right then that I must end thisthingwith King.
“If you were here, I’d have you down on your knees, licking me clean like the good girl that you are.”
I’ll tell him tomorrow.