Chapter 30

As I stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at Yeshia’s back by the room’s exit, the world tumbled.

“Complicated,” slipped from me in a whisper.

Yeah, my life was definitely complicated. Chanelle, Cindy, Vegas, and who could forget Coach. Not to mention how I was to explain any of this to momma. Old Hiram, the boy she’d raised, the one with good grades, and who’d been heading to college, would’ve kept on walking.

He would’ve let Yeshia gather herself and leave.

But after glancing at drop-dead gorgeous Cindy still curled beneath the sheets, that primal growl grew within my—soul. Because I wasn’t that Hiram anymore. The life I wanted was filled with the women I craved. Taking chances, breaking rules, making those like Cindy, and all the others she’d described, happy and fulfilled.

Living for the now, not an uncertain future.

Perhaps Vegas would happen. Or Chanelle might make other choices. After everything Cindy had confessed about her life, decisions, and logic, I wanted that life. With my mind awhirl, I stood, vibrating on the plush crimson carpeting

“Live for now,” I mumbled, before turning to Yeshia.

Once I’d left the bedroom and Cindy behind, I no longer muffled my steps. As I drew nearer to her, Yeshia’s shaking intensified. When my hand settled on hers, pressing it into the wall, a slight hitching whimper escaped her. After pressing backwards into me, her compact frame writhed against my throbbing shaft. Her whimper became a lengthier moan.

“I want you, Yeshia. I crave every sexy, enticing curve. And I want you all weekend.” As I spoke, although she gripped the door handle tighter, it didn’t budge. “I don’t know what’ll happen when it’s over, but that’s the truth. Cindy, too. We hunger for you.”

After lifting my hand, I moved it to her hip. Although air hissed from her as I tugged her shorts and panties to her knees, Yeshia was motionless. With her entire dusky frame vibrating, the sweet aroma of her need mixed with wildflower-scented shampoo to flood my nose. While clenching my root, I eased between her sleek, quivering thighs. Although she tried to widen her legs, the shorts stretched only so far. A moan tore from her as the searing wetness of her soft folds sent rivulets along my swollen head.

“Admit it. You desire me—us, Yeshia,” I whispered into her ear right as my knob found her tight opening. Air hissed from her lips. With her pulse pummeling my fat tip, tremors raced through me. “You deserve to be with us, Yeshia. What you’ll have for the rest of your life if you step through that door? Not memories, but regrets.”

When a shudder rippled through her, she swayed back into me with a longer whimper. As she lifted from the handle, her shaky nails tapped upwards on the door. After her bag thumped onto the carpet, she clawed at the white wooden panel. Still, she remained silent beneath her dangling dark tresses.

“It’s your choice. What do you really feel, Yeshia? Deep down inside, where those ravenous cravings live.”

Despite me bracing for Yeshia’s reaction, the loud growling moan and the sudden thrust into me still took my breath away. With her shaking legs bound by the shorts and panties, her silken flesh was even tighter. Constricted yet slippery, her opening widened as she impaled herself.

“Mmm, hmm. Nice.” At my airy voice in her ear, she unleashed another moan. “Yes, it’s your turn, sexy little Yeshia.” After rising to her toes, she thrust again to take more of me. “Come on, you beautiful creature. Mmm, that’s it. Show me. Use that gorgeous body. Oh, yes. Umm, hmm. How much do you want to be mine?”

With a cry, Yeshia rammed back into me, accepting my entire length deep into her as those slender, dark fingers squeaked on the wall and the shiny wooden door. Once her little butt slapped into my pelvis, time did that weird spinning slowdown thing. But, not missing a beat, whimper after whimper left her as she glided back and forth, riding my shaft. With a shout, she whipped dangling black strands away to stare into my eyes. Hers were bottomless glistening pools of white-rimmed blackness.

“Oh, G—God. Mmm, Hiram.” As her body became ever more tense, her clawing nails scratched at the wall. “You’re ... Oh, fuck. Mmm. So deep. I ... Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck. B—baby. Baby. Baby. Oh, fuck me!”

Right then, as the small dark figure stroked herself with my cock, an even newer Hiram erupted into the world. As her hips rocked beneath my palms, an indescribable, icy chill swept through me. With my fingers tensing on her slick, warm skin, I waited, alert to that first sign. Her tell.

Boom.

Amid its chaotic clenching as Yeshia rode me, the length of her pussy twinged. Even as I inhaled, my fingers tightened. When she tried to fling herself backward once more with her head, mouth wide, whipping from side to side, I froze her in place.

“Go to work.” Even as my impersonal voice silenced, she mewled, shoving against my unmoving palms. Ablaze with black fire, her eyes bored into me. “Remember this feeling. And come back to us.”

With a sigh, I pushed her away and began pulling my aching cock free of her clasping velvet warmth. As Yeshia tracked my glistening shaft departing her, a high-pitched, desperate whine tore from her.

“Please, baby,” she whispered in a breathless voice. As her hair settled, those gleaming black pools watered. “Please Hiram.”

Despite my entire body wanting to take her and explode within her, I ignored her. After only flashing her a grin, I continued pulling my dripping mast from her crushing tightness. Although she did not want me to leave, new-Hiram continued to smile. Because long-game. I wanted more than one more fuck.

“Come back after work.” She moaned as I ran my widespread fingers along her flanks. When she tried again to thrust back to engulf me, I tightened my grip. As she twisted, another groan escaped her shaking lips. “Tonight, hungry little Yeshia. Worry about the future later.”

White-rimmed, her glossy black eyes flicked from my grin to my shiny rod. It was more than clear how much I craved her. Just as every shiny inch of her wriggling, dusky frame desired me. With another needy moan, she thrust into me, but again I halted her. With a liquid plop, my head pulled free of her stretched tightness. When I moved for her shorts and panties, her hand flew to my wrist.

“Hiram, p—please.”

Under her withering gaze, my grin faded. But I dragged her arm upwards while moving her clothes back in place.

“Tonight.” After a last squeeze of her hips, I reached past her to open the door. “Yeshia, like you said. You may remember last night for the rest of your life, but today”—my smile returned as I gestured to my sticky aching rod. From my pulsing, fat, purple-black bulb, a silvery strand swayed towards the carpet—”while you’re at work, think about this. Decide what you really want. Now. Not in some unknowable future. And return to me.” I motioned to the bedroom. “To us.”

After a slow nod, Yeshia slipped through the doorway. Just as I was pushing the door closed, she shoved back through. After rising to her toes, she pressed her warm, hungering lips against mine. At the gentle settling of her fist on my shaft, my pulse raced. Although she only skimmed my flesh, muffled whimpers flowed from her to send tingles through my frame. After pulling away, she smiled and dragged her glistening pink tongue around her fingers.

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