Black: Part 4 (Black Series) (2 page)

My brow pulls together, tightly. My mind is trying to work through the anger to make sense of this new information.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” I say. “We talked about him in the beginning and you told me that there was nothing going on. You told me that he was just a coworker and that I had nothing to worry about.”

Her face gets that pained look again.

“Because that’s the truth!”

“It’s not the truth if you’re going out on
dates
with him!”

She shakes her head.

“It was
one
date, and it meant
nothing
.” She gives me a pleading look. “That’s why I didn’t tell you… because I knew how you would react. I knew you’d get upset over nothing and I didn’t want to deal with it. I didn’t want you wondering if there was anything going on…”

“So you
lied
about it? We said there would be no more secrets…”

She winces, again.

“I know! It was… I don’t know what to say. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I made a mistake… I’m sorry.”

“No, you shouldn’t have…”

I stare at her for a long moment, not sure what else to say. Why the fuck did she keep it from me? Did she really think that I wouldn’t be able to handle it if she told me she’d gone out on one stupid date with Wade Foster? Does she really think I’m not mature enough to handle knowing that? Does she really have that little faith in me?

And then it hits me…

She really does have that little faith in me.

Or, at least, that’s how she felt nearly a month ago when we’d first agreed to try and make things work. She’s spent years distrusting me—rightfully so—and it’s only been recently that I’ve given her any reason to think better of me. That’s why she didn’t tell me about him—because, to her, it really wasn’t a big deal. And because she didn’t trust that I would feel the same way.

A cab finally pulls up to the curb next to us. Sofie looks even more panicked when I reach forward and pull the door open. But I don’t get into the car.

I hold my hand out to her.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say. “We’ve got a lot to talk about…”

It takes a moment for her to respond. A single tear finally breaks and rolls down her cheek as her fears are replaced by a soft smile. She doesn’t say anything… and she doesn’t have to. That smile tells me more than words ever could.

Sofie

Calvin gives the cabbie directions back to his place. We stay quiet during the quick ride back to his place. I’m too afraid to say anything, anyway. I’ll probably just end up making myself sound like an idiot.

For a moment, I’d been certain that I’d completely ruined everything—I know how stubborn Calvin can get when he puts his mind to something. And I knew he meant it when he said he was done.

But then… something changed.

I don’t know what it was, and right now I don’t really care. He’d been so angry with me, but then there had been a moment where all of that anger had completely washed away. I didn’t even think that was possible with him.

When we’re finally in his apartment we settle ourselves onto the couch. We’ve barely said more than a few words since leaving the restaurant and my stomach is starting to feel tense and jittery.

“I guess our special night hasn’t been quite what we had in mind,” Calvin says.

He gives me a hesitant smile to go along with it. Some of the tension inside of me loosens and I let out a quiet laugh.

“No, this isn’t exactly what I had planned…”

He shifts closer to me on the couch and runs his finger through my brown hair. He looks at me with eyes that are almost too soft.

“I hate myself for having to ask this, but I need to hear it…” His tone is more serious this time. He doesn’t sound angry or anything—just open and honest. “You didn’t sleep with Wade, did you?”

I don’t even hesitate for a single second before responding.

“Never,” I say. I should probably just leave it at that, but I keep talking. “He tried to kiss me… but I stopped it.”

Calvin’s face tightens for an instant, but he composes himself with a sharp breath.

“Why did you stop it?”

I frown.

Really?

“Because I love you,” I say. “I’ve always loved you. Even when we weren’t together.”

That seems to be the only confirmation that he’s looking for. He leans in and presses his lips into mine. I kiss him back, wrapping my hands around the back of his head to hold him close to me. His tongue delves into my mouth and my lips are quick to part and allow him entrance.

He tastes so sweet. The sweetest. I could lose myself in his embrace for days on end without even realizing it. His kiss intensifies, as though he can sense my need to fall into him.

My heart pounds hard in my chest.

This might be the most passionate kiss we’ve ever shared. Maybe it’s because of everything that has gone on tonight, or maybe it’s because there’s something else that has happened between us. All I know is that I want to pull him inside of me. All of him. In every possible way.

My body aches for him in a way that it’s never ached before. I need to have him. Right here. Right now. I can’t wait any longer.

Sofie

Before even realizing it, I’m in Calvin’s lap, straddling him. My blue dress rides up as I spread my hips even wider, grinding myself against him. His hips press upward, into me. His cock is already as hard as steel—probably because I’ve spent a month torturing him.

But this time I’m not going to tease him. This time I’m not going to stop until I’ve made him come so much that he can’t possibly come anymore.

His fingers dig into my back. He pulls me even tighter against his body. Our tongues dance and intertwine around themselves. He tastes better than he’s ever tasted before. I suck on him, greedily.

“Jesus, Sofie,” he groans into my mouth.

His whimpering spurs me on even more. I suck his tongue even harder and press my hands into the wall behind the couch to rub myself against his cock. His thickness twitches and strains under my weight.

I’m already so wet for him. I can feel it with every circular thrust I make. Calvin’s never had a hard time getting me wet.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me close as he rises off the couch. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, pinning myself against his enormity. His hand slides down my back until he’s cupping my asscheeks.
 

Then we’re moving.

The next thing I know he’s lowering me to his huge, comfortable bed. When he finally pulls away, my lips buzz. The sudden absence of his flesh pressing against mine makes it feel like something is missing.

His eyes fall down along my body. There’s a hungry look in them as he takes a moment to admire me.

“God, you look so hot,” he says.

My eyes lower to the bulge in his pants before returning upward.

“You’re not looking so bad, yourself.”

The corner of his lip tugs into a smirk.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment?” he asks

His voice is deep and strong.

“Just as long as I have.”

The smile on his face widens, just a little, causing my heart to skip a beat.
 

“That sounds about right.”

I squirm on the bed. I can’t take it anymore. The need inside of me is begging to have him.

“Are you going to make me wait even longer?” I ask, innocently.

“It would serve you right after everything you did to me these last few weeks.”

I let out a giggle.

“It wasn’t all
that
bad, was it?”

His eyebrows rise, surprised.

“It’s been one of the worst months of my life. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy...”

Another giggle escapes me, but Calvin doesn’t look too pleased about it.
 

“I guess I did torture you a lot… Maybe it’s about time I start making it up to you?”

I scoot to the edge of the bed and pat the spot next to me, giving him a look.

Calvin stares at the spot for a second before moving. He sits next to me and then lies back along the bed until he’s propped up by only his elbows. His physique is long and slender and the only thing that looks out of place is the large bulge in his pants.

“How are you planning to make it up to me?” he asks, his tone suggestive.

I bite my lower lip—making sure he sees it. I know just how much my little facial expressions can drive him wild. I trace a finger down his hard chest until I arrive at his belt buckle. It doesn’t take me long to tug the expensive leather free of its clasp.

Calvin watches me as I slowly release his gorgeous cock from the prison of his slacks. The thing is massive and glorious. I lick my lips again—this time it’s not just to drive Calvin wild.

“I have a few ideas in mind…” I say, distantly.

“Show me.”

His words have a weight of authority to them. His tone sends a flood rushing through me. I can’t hold out anymore. The desire to take him is too strong.

I lean down and flick my tongue along the tip of his hardness. I can already taste some of his pre-cum—Calvin is even more worked up than I had first thought. Knowing how turned on he is right now only manages to get me even wetter.

My lips part and I take his enlarged tip into my mouth. He groans in pleasure, encouraging me to take even more. Slowly, I work him deeper and deeper. By the time I make it halfway down his cock my jaw is stretched as wide as it can go. There’s no way I can go any lower without scraping it along my teeth. I’ve never been able to deep throat Calvin all the way—not because of my gag reflex, just because his cock is simply too thick for my tiny mouth.

He lets out another pleasured groan and lets himself fall fully back onto the bed.

“Jesus, Sofie, I forgot how good you are at that.”

A grin would spread across my face if it weren’t for Calvin’s dick stretching my jaw so wide.
 

The list of guys that I’ve taken in my mouth is very short, but Calvin is the only one I’ve ever enjoyed doing it with. Even though I’m the one pleasuring him, he still finds a way to make me feel good about it. His little pleasured grunts and groans let me know that he likes what I’m doing, and that makes me like doing it even more. Every other guy just sat there, silently, with their dick in my mouth. It always felt like I was doing something wrong, right up to the point that they would come in my mouth, without any warning at all.

It’s the worst.

But I don’t have to worry about that—not anymore—now that Calvin is back in my life. This time I’m never going to let him go. This time I’m not going to make the same mistake that I made last time. This time I’m not going to act so childish.

His gentle touch snaps my thoughts back into the moment. Calvin’s hands slide around to the back of my head. His fingers intertwine with my brown hair.

I twist my fingers around the base of his cock and start jerking him off into my mouth. A low growl rolls out of Calvin’s chest, encouraging me as I work his dick harder and harder. My lips tighten and I swirl my tongue in tiny circles around his tip.

I want to drive him wild. I want to make him blow his load right here and now. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted him.

The muscles in his body tense and Calvin’s fingers squeeze my hair tight. He’s so close. The anticipation is so strong that it sends another flood between my legs. I need to taste him. I need to feel his ecstasy gushing into my mouth.

I cup his balls with one hand, gently massaging them, while wrapping the other around his cock. I work his base harder and harder. I squeeze his balls and tighten my grip. The sweet taste of more pre-cum seeps from his tip and I’m quick to lap it up.
 

“Oh shit… oh shit!” Calvin gasps.

His orgasm is close. I try to take even more of his dick into my throat. My jaw is strained, but still I try to widen it. Deeper and deeper. I hold back a cough. I’m nearly to my limit. My gag reflex is about to kick in. My jaw aches from the abuse, but I ignore the pain. There’s only one thing I’m focused on right now—the one thing I need the most.

“
Fuuuuccckkkk!
”

His orgasm explodes into the depths of my throat. I start to choke, surprised by the intensity of the sudden rush. I withdraw him, just a little, but keep my lips wrapped tightly around his tip. I suck greedily and swallow every last ounce of what he has to give me.

The flood is more immense than I remember it being. If there was any lingering doubt about whether he stuck to our arrangement, it’s now gone. Calvin was so backed up that I’m surprised he was even able to hold out as long as he did.

Calvin lets out a long, held breath. I grin up at him and then scoot up on the bed, curling myself into his waiting arms. I settle myself there, getting arranged in just the right way. But I’m surprised when I glance down and see Calvin’s erection is still there. His cock still glistens from the wetness of my mouth, and it’s standing straight upright.

There can’t possibly be any more cum inside of him. That enormous orgasm should have finished him off, completely.

“That was the best head I’ve ever had,” he says, grinning at me.

I grin back, biting my lower lip as I do.

“You’re still hard. It looks like I’m going to have to my work cut out for me tonight…”

He gives me a fierce look that reminds me of just how wet I am for him.

“You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn…”

Calvin doesn’t give me the chance to protest before he slides down the bed and spreads my legs wide. I want to cuddle with him some more, but any thought of stopping him is completely forgotten the moment he buries his wet tongue deep inside of me.

It’s going to be a
good
night.

Calvin

Sofie’s back arches and her legs tremble as she lets out a loud cry. Her pussy tightens so much that it’s a struggle to not blow my load into her. For a moment, I almost lose it. I slow myself as the orgasm explodes its way through her body. Only when it’s done, am I finally able to resume plunging my cock inside of her without fear of exploding, myself.