Page 73 of Awakening
I opened my mouth to deny it again, but she pressed onesoft, warm sole against my steadily hardening dick, smearing our mess across the head, causing a deep primal groan to fall from my lips.
“You were starin’ so hard,” she murmured, watching my face as she flexed her toes and dragged them slowly down my length, “Got this dick throbbin’ again just from lookin’…”
“Yanna,” I gritted her name between my teeth, but I didn’t stop her.
Shit, I couldn’t, I was at her mercy and wanted her to do whatever the fuck she pleased to me.
She curled one foot around the base of my dick and started gliding the other over the head, using slow, deliberate strokes like she had all the time in the world. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, daring me to look away while her toes teased and her arch pressed perfectly against my shaft.
“You ever had a foot job before, Mav?” she asked, her voice low and full of sin.
I shook my head, jaw tight, “No. Never.”
Her smile turned wicked. “First time for everything.”
I swear to God, I didn’t even think I’d get hard again that quick, but she had my mody jerking and dick leaking in minutes. The way her soles squeezed me, slow and sensual, was nastier than anything I’d ever imagined. Then she had the nerve to lick her lips like she was proud of how much control she had over me in this moment.
“What the fuck, Yanna, ohhhhhh shit, baby,” I groaned, hips jerking against her feet like I needed more.
“I know, baby,” she whispered, toes massaging my tip as her other foot kept stroking, “Just let go, make a mess for me.”
My hand gripped the seat beside me as I felt that pressure build again, quick and hot, like she was squeezing it straight out of me. Her feet never stopped moving, wet now with my pre-cum and still perfectly in rhythm.
“Shit… Yanna, I’m about to—”
“Do it, cum for me, right fucking now.”
I exploded with a deep, broken groan, spilling all over her feet like I’d been waiting my whole life to bust that nut. My thighs tensed, abs clenched, and I just sat there, panting, twitching, a mess.
Yanna watched the whole thing, eyes hooded with that same dangerous smirk, as if she hadn’t blown my fucking mind. It was like she was on a mission to ruin me as she proved just how damn flexible she was.
Leaning forward without hesitation, she raised one slick foot to her mouth and licked the warm, salty ropes of my release from her toes, slowly, seductively, her tongue curling around each toe until it was clean. Then she repeated the action as she did the same to the other foot.
I groaned, deep in my chest, a sound full of pure, aching arousal. If we didn’t have to get back to work, I would’ve taken her home and fucked her until I filled every hole she had.
“I needed that,” she said, softly, finally catching her breath.
I kissed her lips, as I grabbed some wet wipes out of my middle console and cleaned us up, changing back into our scrubs so we could finish out our shifts.
Every new encounter within this circle, from the intimacy to the budding friendships with Caleb and Ahmir, made me wonder how I’d gone so long without exploring new and uncharted territory. Still, I also knew I’dcome across a special group of individuals, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime connection.
A Polycule That Plays Together
I walked through the door of our home still reeling from…everything. My brain was overloaded, my body wrecked in the best way, and my soul… surprisingly at peace. I wasn’t sure which bombshell to drop first, so I did what I always do: headed for the kitchen and played it by ear.
Knox was leaning against the island in a fitted black tee and linen joggers, sipping from his favorite mug and moaning his satisfaction as he enjoyed his first cup of coffee. Ajaih was sitting on the counter in nothing but one of my old button-down shirts, her curly hair all over her head, her bare face buried in a book that said 12:01. Finally looking up from her book, flashing me that sleepy, sultry smile that said, “I missed you like crazy, baby.”
"Hey, babe," she called, voice low and honeyed.
"Y’all gone wanna sit down for this, because I got some shit to unload and at least one of them might make you choke on your coffee."
Knox raised a brow. “Shitttt, say less,” Knox joked as he took a seat. “Proceed.”
I tossed my bag down and sat on the stool at the island, rubbing the back of my neck. “So… first up. Group therapy with the family was actually good. Tense as hell at times, but good.”
Ajaih perked up, “You okay?”
“Better than I expected. My mom dropped a bomb. Turns out my bio dad didn’t just walk out; his rich-ass family threatened to cut him off if he didn’t leave us, and he decided he’d rather be a rich deadbeat than a working-class father and partner. She didn’t want me used like a political pawn, so she shut it all down.”
