I’m a panting mess of want, my brain can’t even form a thought beyond needing more. “More,” I beg, just as I asked he sucks my clit back into his mouth. I can feel my orgasm tightening in the pit of my stomach. “In me, in me…” my words are incoherent, but he responds by thrusting two fingers deep inside me.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet. You going to come for me now, baby?”
My head thrashes back and forth on the bed, “I want to come with you. Please, Bowie, I need to feel you.”
Without another word he moves up my body and his cock is filling me inch by inch. His powerful strokes light a fire inside of me. I can feel my muscles tightening around him. “That’s it, baby, let go. Milk my cock.”
His words are all I need to tumble into oblivion. My orgasm explodes in giant waves, I cling to Bowie like a lifeline, my legs wrapped around him, holding him to me while his thrusts lose rhythm. I can feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his own release. His body relaxes down onto mine “Fuck, I missed you, baby.” I lift my shaking hands to his face and whisper. “I missed you too, Bowie.”
He looks down at me, his eyes glowing with something I don’t quite understand. “That’s not what I want to hear, Shay.”
“What?” I ask, not understanding what he’s talking about.
“I want the other words, baby. I need you to say them again.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” At this point the change in conversation has me confused.
He lowers his face, rubbing his cheek against mine. “I want you to tell me you love me again.”
Panic rushes through my body, causing me to go stiff. Tell him, again? I have to wonder what he is talking about. Then, it all comes back. Last night’s session of phone sex, my sleepy admission. Oh, my God! How could I have been so stupid?
I do love him, really do, but I had no plan of telling him so. Mostly because I have no idea why I feel the way I do. He’s not the kind of man I thought I would fall for. He isn’t what I dreamed of all those years that Marcus forced me to stay by his side. Bowie isn’t gentle or sweet, but he is the man I love.
I close my eyes and pray for courage, before finally whispering the words he wants. “I love you, Bowie.”
He doesn’t say the words back to me, just brings his lips to mine and gives me a kiss. I can feel his cock hardening inside of me again, so I lift my hips. He begins to move in a slow pace. Finally, he pulls his mouth from mine and looks into my eyes. I watch as he starts to say something, but stops when his phone starts to ring.
Grabbing onto his hips, I beg. “Ignore it.”
His eyes move to bedside table where he tossed the phone, while undressing. “I can’t, too much shit is going down right now.”
Without pulling out of me, he reaches over and puts it to his ear. He growls out, “This better be good.”
A Widow
Bowie
“Is Shay with you?” Lock asks in a voice filled with anger and worry.
“Yeah, man. She’s right here.” I reply, wondering what in the fuck is going on now. I talked to him a few hours ago, and he said everything was good.
“Marcus is heading your way,” Lock shouts into the phone.
I jerk away from Shay, going to my knees between her legs. My body is vibrating with anger. “What the fuck?”
“I got called in for a double yesterday, so I didn’t get to check in on him for about twenty hours. By the time I got home he was already gone to work, so I didn’t think shit about the radio silence. I went ahead and went to sleep, figured I’d go back to see if anything happened when I got up.”
“I don’t need a play-by-play, brother. Just tell me what the fuck is happening.”
I can hear him slamming the door of his truck and starting the engine, before he replies. “About two hours after I left for work, he received a phone call from a man he called Alexander Bailey.”
Hearing my own name, the name I share with my father, come from Lock’s mouth has my anger turning in to fury. “What the fuck was Cash calling him for?”
“He told Marcus that he knew where the package was.”
I jump from the bed and shout, “Fuck! How in the hell does he even know who Marcus is?”
I hear a whimper and look down to see Shay still laying there with her legs spread, totally exposed. I watch as panic spreads across her face. I can feel the fear radiating from her; it’s filling the entire room. “What did I tell you about being afraid?”
”What are you talking about?” She questions as she scoots up, so she is leaning against the headboard with her arms wrapped tightly around her bare legs.