Bet on It (73)

She came with her face towards the sky, yelling so loud she was sure her neighbors could hear. Walker drank her down, licking and sucking at her pussy until her orgasm subsided completely.

She waited until he moved back to turn around.

“I want to see your face this time.” Her breath was still shallow.

The first time, she’d turned her back to him, hoping that not seeing his face would make things easier. It hadn’t, not at all. And since she already knew what the outcome would be, there was no way she was going to deny herself the chance to look upon his face this time.

He was silent as he reached for his jeans, grabbing a condom out of a pocket and coming towards her with intent as he sheathed himself.

He nudged himself against her clit, slicking himself with her before he slid inside. Her nails dug into his back. She hoped that she marked him, created divots or scratches that stuck around even after he was gone. Something physical to remember her by every time his shirt rubbed against his back.

He stared down at her, gaze intense, as he started rocking his hips. She’d never been great at maintaining eye contact, but she found herself unable to look away. She could hear the sounds from outside flowing in through her windows, feel the heat that their thrusting bodies created, even the slick-slide of his dick fucking her was loud and clear.

“Tell me how I’m makin’ you feel, Aja.”

“You have no idea,” she gasped. “No. Fucking. Idea.”

“I might have a little bit of one.” He pressed a bruising kiss to her lips, his slim hips moving even harder.

Walker buried his face in her neck, gripping her braids just enough to make her gush around him.

Her pussy fluttered, and she felt his dick pulse. Bringing her thighs up, she rested them on his hips, it was a strain, but it allowed him to move in her with more force. It rocked the bed, causing her box spring to creak and moan right along with her.

“Peaches”—he bit her earlobe—“are you goin’ to come for me again?”

“Yes…”

“Right now?”

“God, yes! Yes!”

She shuddered as his thumb rubbed over her clit.

“Good.”

She didn’t need time, no more than a few seconds. His words, the dark cadence of his voice, and the way he felt, pressing every single one of her buttons made her second orgasm crash into her like a freight train. It took her breath away, sending her head back into her pillow and her hips harder into his. Stars and confetti and everything good and right exploded behind her eyes. She was so far gone that she barely registered Walker’s orgasm until his hands gripped her hips tight enough to make her aware of the outside world again.

“You know what?” Still inside her, his body pressed up close, Walker broke them both out of their trance. “I don’t think anything is ever goin’ to top that.”

Her giggle was damned near girlish. “Missionary is vastly underrated.”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

She felt at a loss when he moved off her to settle in at her side. She cuddled closer immediately, her ear to his chest and a leg thrown over his. They were silent as they caught their breath. Each minute that passed had Aja feeling a greater sense of urgency. She needed to tell him how she felt. She didn’t care about being cool or waiting for the right time or the right way. She wasn’t even sure those things existed. The words bubbled up in her throat, making her gullet feel compressed.

“Walker?”

“Yeah,” he sounded half asleep. Maybe that was OK. She could say it, and even if he was too far gone to retain it, she could clear out the need, get it over with.

“I-I think I—”

She was cut off by the shrill ringing of a phone that wasn’t hers.

Walker jumped, moving out of bed to grab his jeans off the floor and remove his phone from the back pocket.

“It’s Gram,” he said, eyebrows furrowed.

Her heart stuck in her throat. She’d been seconds away from saying something that could have changed everything—whether for better or worse, she didn’t know. It had taken everything in her to work up the courage to even consider saying the words. She didn’t know if she had enough in her to muster up a second attempt.

Walker spoke to Ms. May in hushed tones. Aja turned her attention to her nails, a full set of clear polish with colorful little flowers glued down between two layers. Miri had worked on them for nearly two hours. Placing each flower in its perfect position before she was satisfied. Aja had loved them before. Now they were the only thing she allowed herself to focus on, so she didn’t meddle.

She watched in real time, through subtle peeks at his hunched over body, as his shoulders got tighter. He straightened slowly until his back was a ramrod and a deep line appeared between his shoulder blades. Something was wrong. She wondered if it was appropriate for her to comfort him. She wondered if it would be rude to get dressed.

“All right,” she heard him say. “I’ll see you in a little bit, bye.”

He hung up, and she didn’t even have time to admire the sight of his bare ass before he was sliding his underwear and jeans back on.

“You don’t have to go, do you?” Aja hated how vulnerable she sounded. Damned near pathetic.

He turned to look at her. His face was contorted. Jaw clenched, eyes drawn, that not-quite-pouty mouth in a dramatic downward tilt. It was strange to see someone transition from a state of post-orgasmic bliss to one of what looked like pure terror in a matter of minutes.