Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) (16 page)

“Are you ready?” Samantha mumbled.

“Ready as I will ever be.” I was unsure of what was going to happen, a little, but this was a defining moment for us.

“Did you grab your dental items?” We chuckled at my emergency preparedness kit habit.

“He bought me my own, it’s already there.” Samantha shook her head.

“Damn, he has it bad. Girl, that pussy must be what diamonds are made of.” We laughed at Samantha’s insight.

“Hugs and kisses?”

“Hugs and kisses.” I left, headed to an unknown morning and weekend to follow.

Chapter 11

  The ride was too short for serious thinking, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I would react. There are no friends or colleagues to diffuse a situation or to keep us in neutral corners, allowing us to talk about the events of earlier. Images of those illicit pictures flooded my mind and the thought of Michael creeping back into my life caused a pain in my stomach. I started to tell the driver to go back, but I knew that this needed clearing. We arrived and the driver opened my door.

“Ms. Davis, will you need my services anymore this evening? Actually, morning seeing how it’s after twelve a.m.,” the driver asked.

“No, I do believe I am good for the evening, thank you.”

“You are most welcome, Ms. Davis. Good night.” I entered Nicholas’s condominium and immediately headed to the bedroom to put my things way. I looked over to his bed and saw an open suitcase with nothing taken out of it and a torn bag from the cleaners. He looked like he rushed in, dressed, and rushed out to the party. I decided to change out of my party clothes into my sleep shorts and tank top while I waited. No doubt, they wouldn’t be on me long once Nicholas came home. I saw one of his dress shirts ready for the cleaners and decided to put that on over my top. His shirt had a light trace of his cologne and it made my knees weak. The scent was intoxicating, causing me to want him physically more than I wanted to talk to him right now.

I looked at the clock and it read one o’clock in the morning.

Where is he? I thought to myself. I went to check my phone before realizing that I no longer had it. I found myself pacing back and forth looking out of the window as if I could see him park since the garage was under the building. I was forming a timeline of how long it should take him to get home from the party. I kept thinking of our conversation before he left, which led me to wonder, what do you do at this time of night that couldn’t wait? I drove myself insane with the thought of him being with another woman and obviously, I was getting nowhere. I decided to attempt to put away his things to clear off the bed and my mind. As I was unpacking his bag, I came across a pair of black thongs that were ripped apart at the hip seam, my thongs from the first night we had sex. I twirled them around my finger as I reminisced about that evening and how it ended the following day and how I don’t wish this evening to end with the same fate. I finished unpacking his bag and decided to hide the undies under his pillow for use later. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. While standing in the kitchen, I glanced over at the clock on the microwave and was shocked to learn thirty minutes had passed. The nerves in my stomach began to flare with excitement as I started thinking of an accident or something worse.

I turned all the lights out, walked over to the balcony, looked out at the dark night in front of me, and softly began to whisper a prayer for his safety when I heard a key in the door. I turned as the door opened; the light from the hallway outlined his silhouette. He turned on the light as he entered, a little shocked to see me standing there in the dark. I walked over to him wanting to give him a hug, thankful for his safety when I noticed he had been in a fight. He had a cut on his lip, a bruise above his eye, and his clothes were all disheveled and tattered.

“Oh my God, what happened to you?” The question was out of my mouth before I could ask if he was okay. I went and got ice to help with the bruising and swelling while he lay on his couch explaining what happened.

“That bastard Michael confronted me and Lance when we stopped at the store on the way to his place. He started talking about the things he used to do to you and talking about you like you were a fucking object. Ow!” I pressed the ice against his eye with no regard to the pressure as the talk about Michael had me ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” I quipped, feeling apologetic for both the incident and for not telling him about this sooner.

“No baby, it’s not your fault. I could’ve walked away, but I let my rage conquer me.” He leaned his head back against the arm of his couch and closed his eyes.

“You know what, Maya; you are worth all the things he got tonight.” He opened his eyes and my heart melted. His stare was humble, warm and loving, not at all in a sexual manner. I placed the ice on his lip as I could see it beginning to swell as he laid his head back. I stared at him for a moment, not speaking a word, marveling at his remarkable beauty. Strong chiseled chin with sexy stubble and a poignant Adam’s apple that made him look as if he was carved from the finest marble. I loved admiring him. I gently pressed a kiss to his lips opposite of the ice pack.

“Press down on this, Nick.” He took the ice from my hand and I excused myself for a second. I went into the kitchen and grabbed him a bottle of water.

“Stop,” he spoke as I came into the living room.

“Stop for what? Did you want something else?”

“No, let me just look at what you have on.” I felt the heat from his eyes slowly going over my body from the floor up.

“Is that my shirt you have on?” I felt something teasing in his voice tickle my lady parts and it made me smile.

“Yes, this is your shirt. I hope you don’t mind I put it on so I could be next to you.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to hide my smile as I looked down away from him.

“Take it off for me.”

“Okay.” I started to unbutton the shirt when he stopped me.

“No, not like that.” I became confused because I was not sure how else to remove a button-down shirt other than unbuttoning it. He grabbed a remote from the table and turned on the music.
Dance for You
began to play over his surround sound.

“Strip.” His voice was light, but commanding and he had a delicious smile on his bruised lip.

“Strip?” I scoffed a little at the request.

“I know you can do it. I’ve seen you dance. You are extremely sexy and enticing when you move and after a night like tonight, I figured a little light enjoyment is in order. Now, Strip.” I rolled my eyes at his clever banter and decided to give him what he asked for. I put the bottle of water down and proceeded to unbutton his shirt slowly while swaying my hips to the beat of the music. I pulled off his shirt, revealing my short shorts and tank top, and tossed it at him.

I closed my eyes and allowed the music take me away. I moved closer to him, where he was within arm’s reach. The thought of being able to touch him, tease him, and generally make him beg, but he could not touch me, was my present. I knew a few moves thanks to the burlesque classes that I had taken with the girls. I grabbed his tie from around his neck and used it playfully as a prop. Not that I had many clothes on, but I found myself grinding and swirling on him, in nothing but my bra and panties. He was visibly pleased with the performance he was receiving. It was showing through his pants and on his face each time he licked his lips. I thought he was going to lose it when I started fondling my breasts and ripped my bra open while slow grinding on little Nicky. The song was closing as I stood to walk away only to turn back around and find Nicholas standing face to face with me.

A wicked grin appeared on his face as he bent over and picked me up, hoisting me over his shoulder with my ass in the air. He stopped to turn the music up a little louder and carried me into the bedroom. He stood me up and walked around looking at me as if he was inspecting me for a test drive. As he stood behind me and I could feel his breath on my neck, wet and intense, like me.

“Maya, what you did in there, I wanted to tear you apart. I am trying hard not to fuck you into next Sunday, but since you like teasing, let’s see how well you behave when you are being teased. First one to break cooks breakfast, okay?”

“Okay.” I agreed without hesitation because I knew that without a doubt, this was a challenge I needed.

“The rules are I can only use my hands. I can’t put any part of my body in that tight little pussy or ass of yours, I can use my tongue but not on your pussy, ass, or tits. I can manipulate your breasts, you will be blindfolded, and hands tied, okay?”

“Okay,” I said breathily.

With his hands on my hips, he knelt down, gently bit me on my ass, and then suckled at the mark. I let out a small audible moan as gratification of the pleasure I felt. As I stood there, he crawled around to the front, and he licked up my thighs, nibbling along the seam of my panties then snatched them off with his teeth. He continued to lick up my belly and to my mouth where he kissed me hard. He took his tie from around his neck and bound my hands together as he laid me on the bed and positioned my knees in a bent state.

“Don’t move,” he commanded as he got up, took a tie from his drawer, and bound me at the ankles. As he stood to undress, my eyes could not help but stare at him in all his glory using the light that was cast through his window from outside. I never really paid attention to how long and thick his cock was, but it was delicious. No wonder I was sore after fucking him.

He took a blindfold out of his nightstand and placed it over my eyes, blackening out any view of the outside world, leaving only a heightened sense of touch, smell, and sound.

“Are you comfortable?” His words were laced with passion and desire while his breath kissed my ear.

“Yes,” I answered back, delivering him the same gift he gave me.

“Okay, I’ll be back.” I followed the sound of his footsteps leaving the room and I could hear him bumbling around in the kitchen. When he re-entered the room, I could hear him sit something down on the nightstand.

“What’s that?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room. As the music began to play, I felt him get on the bed beside me and place a piece of ice in my mouth.

“This will be the only method of water you will have until the game is over, I would use caution not to take it all. Oh, and Maya, when one of us does quit, I am going to fuck you hard nonstop until you come. Then I am going to fuck you again.” I moaned with the anticipation of pleasure as he spread the ice around my lips while the water trickled down my neck. I gasped at the coldness of the water and the thought of what he was about to do as my nipples began to pucker and tingle, my sex began to throb, and he had not even started. It was amazing how his words control my body and it willingly obeyed his command.

I heard the clink of the ice dropping back into the glass, and then felt something sticky and cold being drizzled on my belly. At first, I thought it was honey, his favorite, but then I caught a whiff of the smell as he began to lick it off me and moan with every lick. I wasn’t sure if it was a ploy to get me to surrender or if he was as excited as I was. He then kissed me and I immediately confirmed it was chocolate.

“Mmm,” I moaned, not for the taste, but the taste of his mouth coupled with my desire.

“You like that? Let’s see if you like this.” He took something and teased me on my lips. I could tell it was round, small, and firm. When he removed it, I licked my lips to taste what the temptation was. It was the sweetest taste of cherries. He placed them in his mouth and kissed me and the cherries switched between our mouths. I took one out of his mouth using my tongue and gently bit it as I removed it, causing the juice trickle down to our lips.

“Well played, Maya.” I felt him move on the bed, kneel above my head, brush the tip of his head on my lips, and then pull away. I licked my lips in anticipation of him putting the whole thing in my mouth and me tasting his sweet nectar trying to make an escape.

“No, this is your spoon, Maya. I’m going to use it to feed you.” He placed caramel topping on the tip and placed it in my mouth.

“Mmm, I love caramel,” I said as I tried to take the full length of him in my mouth. He pulled it out, as he was growing more excited in my mouth.

“Somebody’s hungry. Maybe she’ll like this.” He placed the tip of his cock on my lips and I could tell that whipped cream was the truth now being served. I took in more than the head, wanting to make sure he felt the pressure of my tongue along his shaft.

“Stop, Maya,” he pleaded. “I can’t return the pleasure to you the way you are trying to do to me.”

“But isn’t this a game of give and take?” I replied, my voice laced with fervor.

“In fact, it is, Mrs. Davis.” He placed the whipped cream on various parts of my body, careful not to get near the areas off limit. He lay down with his head positioned between my legs with my bound feet resting on his back. He started making tiny circles with his tongue along the intersection of where my hips and thighs cross. He couldn’t get near my pussy or my ass and I wanted him to. Those circles—tiny, wet circles—were driving me mad. He continued along the trail and began to manipulate my nipples with his hands. The rage inside me was steadily increasing and I wondered if I was going to be able to hold my composure.

“Nicholas,” I cried out. The more I moaned the harder he pulled. I could hear him moan as I moved my hips to counter the throbbing between my legs.

“Ahh,” I moaned loudly. He must have looked up at me because I swear I could feel his gaze upon me.

He got up from his position between my legs and started nuzzling my neck—my weak spot and he knew that. I turned my head to expose the area that he was gently biting and sucking giving him full access, with his fully erect and hard cock pressed against my thigh. I moaned in pleasure as the shock waves were starting to radiate through my body.