Kagiso looked upward at me and our eyes met as he started moving his hand up and down his shaft slowly.
I moaned and slipped two more fingers into my pussy and started moving them in and out to the same rhythm.
“You like this dick?” he asked.
“Um, yeah, I love your dick.” I stared at his hand as he started moving slightly faster. I did the same. “I love the blackness of it, the length, the girth; every motherfucking thing about it.”
“Sit on it,” Kagiso urged, damn near in a begging way.
“You have other women for that. Imagine that I’m sitting on it. Move like I’m sitting on it and I’m going to move like you’re inside me.”
What ensued was amazing. Kagiso and I both were thrashing around on the bed, him jerking off and moving his hips up and down like I was on top of him, and me gyrating my hips as I bombarded my pussy with my fingers. When Kagiso came, his sperm shot straight up to the ceiling like a geyser and I squirted far enough that some of my juices landed on his cleft chin and in his mouth.
We both moaned and gasped as our bodies convulsed and our breathing patterns returned to normal. Kagiso turned over and licked some of my pussy juice off the sheets and tried to move his tongue up onto my left thigh, where there was a mound of it, but I quickly pushed him away, lifted my leg over his head, and got off the bed. His lips brushed across my ass cheek and that was as close as he was going to get to skin-on-skin action.
I went into the bathroom to wash up with a warm towel, then returned to the bedroom with one for him: our routine. As he stood up and wiped himself off, he glared at me like I had molested him or something.
“What?” I asked. “Didn’t you like it?”
“I’m simply trying to figure you out.”
“In what regard?” Of course, I knew what he meant, but I wanted to hear it.
“Why you constantly have me doing this and giving me nothing in return. What’s up with that?”
“Listen, Kagiso, you and I both know that all of you can get pussy at the drop of a hat. You can smell mine, you can hear mine, and you can even grab a little taste if one comes your way, but I am not giving it up to you or anyone else.”
“That’s my point. Why is that?” He started getting dressed and then paused, staring into my eyes. “It’s certainly not for religious reasons. You’re too damn freaky to be shy. Fuck it! Truth be told, you’re the best sex partner that I’ve ever had and I’ve never even fucked you. So what is it?”
“It’s none of your damn business.”
I walked back into the bathroom and shut the door. A moment later, I heard Kagiso approaching it. “Wicket, I can only assume that something happened to you. Something that has turned you off like a faucet. For some reason, you don’t want to be touched and that’s a damn shame.”
“Go away!” I yelled through the door.
“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you. You’re too beautiful, intelligent, and talented to live your life this way. If I’m not the man for you, that’s cool. We started out like this, but you deserve someone to love you.”
“I said, go the fuck away!” I yelled louder.
I could hear Kagiso backing away from the door and then leave the room. As he was shutting the bedroom door behind him, I emerged from the bathroom and collapsed on my bed in tears.
“Damn you and your master’s in early childhood education,” I whispered. Kagiso had read me like an open book and I was not happy about that. Not happy about that at all.
Chapter Four
The Gracious Swan Spa was a magnificent place. Whoever designed it was on top of their game. It reminded me of a day spa in Milan, Italy. I didn’t go to spas everywhere that I visited, even though they were so relaxing. Being Wicket meant paparazzi no matter where I went. In order to go to a spa, it had to be exclusive, so it meant renting the entire space out—not an issue—and having security surrounding the entire building. That meant that KAD had to find at least five to six other big-ass men to back them up. All of that for a facial, pedicure, and steam bath was excessive.
Of course, I had all of that at my home in Atlanta, but I had rented out Gracious Swan for another purpose. It was the only place that made sense for the meeting that I was about to have. Everyone else was across town at the Jeju Spa, which specialized in Korean hip baths, their variation of a sitz bath, that helped to detox the pussy and tighten it up. It was a loud place and they even allowed kids in that joint. A lot of people went to the twenty-four-hour place to sleep in the T-shirt and shorts provided. It was all good. I was not knocking it, but I preferred a more traditional, quieter spa. Besides, if I ever showed up there, I would have been bombarded with people to the point that I wouldn’t have enjoyed it for five seconds.