I whirled around to face him. “Leave me alone, Mekhi!”
“That’s not happening. I need you to talk to me about tonight. What you saw, what that nigga said.”
“Fuck that. You?—”
Strong hands slipped around my upper arms, grabbing me and pulling me closer. Mekhi peered down into my face and for once, his expression was pissed. Part of me knew I should be worried, but another part didn’t give a damn about his temper.Iwas the one who should be mad.
“Get your hands off me!” I snapped.
“Nah. You gon’ listen?—”
“I don’t give a fuck what?—”
Suddenly, his hands moved from my arms to tangle in my hair, and his mouth was crashing down on mine. His kiss caught me off guard, but it still sent thrills through me. Even when I was mad as fuck at him, I couldn’t stop my response to the feeling of his lips against mine. Balancing myself with my hands pressed against his chest, I kissed him back, letting all my emotions free. I was so caught up that I didn’t realize he was walking me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the mattress. I broke the kiss long enough to look up at him.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
He smiled, flashing those perfect teeth, then picked me up and threw me on the bed. Before I could sit up, he was there, straddling me, his hands cupping my breasts through my nightshirt. He pinched my nipples and my back arched off the bed.
“Mekhi—”
“You still talking?” he teased before leaning down and kissing me again.
His tongue slid into my mouth as I tried to keep up with what he was doing to me. His movements were too fast, though, and his lips too talented. He had my gown up and over my head before I realized it. I lay underneath him, naked and kind of shy. Part of me wanted to cover up, but he must have sensed how I was feeling. He grabbed my hands and held them beside me as his mouth lowered to my breast. I felt his teeth hold my nipple in place as his tongue flicked back and forth across it. I inhaled deeply at the incredible sensation. Releasing one of my wrists, he squeezed my other breast at the same time, and I whimpered. My hands clawed his back helplessly, the feeling too much for me. My nipples seemed to be connected via an electric circuit to my center and every brush of his tongue or pull of his fingers intensified the throbbing between my thighs. Mekhi bit down gently on my nipple and then sucked on it hard and I fell apart. I moaned as I came.
He kissed my neck, then sucked on the spot right below my pulse. His finger brushed my already sensitive clit, and my hips jerked against his hand. I bit my bottom lip, trying to control my reaction, but it was no use. Mekhi had me soaking wet and ready for whatever he did next. When his fingers teased around my opening, I almost came apart again.
“So fucking wet, Farrah,” he mumbled. “Let me in.”
I didn’t understand what he was saying. I mean, I heard him and made out the words, but it might as well have been the adults from thePeanutscartoons. I was too busy shaking from the intense feelings he had created in me. Something warm and solid brushed against my pussy, and I looked down. His basketball shorts were gone, and I suddenly understood what the phrase “hung like a horse” meant. He smiled as I gasped at his sheer size. Even though I wanted to feel him, I was scared.
“Mekhi,” I whispered as he held himself at my entrance.
“I got you,” he promised before pushing all the way inside me.
Oh, God.All the breath left my body in a whoosh, and my eyes got big. Tears gathered in them, and for a moment, the pain was unbearable. Frowning, he looked at me and then looked down between us. My eyes closed, and the tears fell. I felt him kiss them off my face.
“Let me know when it stops hurting,” he whispered, his lips warm against the shell of my ear.
Slowly, he began to move in and out of me, just little strokes that teased me. What had hurt like hell at first started to feel… different. The first moan came from my lips as he stroked a spot inside me that I never knew existed. Stretched around him, I felt incredibly full, and pleasurable tingles began to build in my lower body. He looked down at me and smiled.
“You ready?” he asked.
I nodded, not knowing exactly what I was agreeing to, but wanting more of the feeling he was stirring between my thighs. Mekhi’s rhythm began to change, his speed was faster, and my body was responding, softening, spreading for him. He put my legs in the crook of his arms and opened me up even more to him. Pulling all the way out of me, he thrust into me hard, hitting bottom in one movement. My lips attached to his shoulder, and I bit him. That just made him go harder. The mix of pleasure and pain had me putting my hands between us, trying to hold him back. He grabbed both of them and pinned them above my head. I moaned and twisted beneath him as he stroked in and out of me. I wanted to be embarrassed at the increasingly loud, wet sounds my pussy made, but I was in too deep to care. Mekhi leaned forward, a devilish smile on his face.
“What’s all that shit you were talking, now, shorty?”
“Fuck you, Mekhi,” I moaned, pulling my hands free and latching on to his arms.
“Nah,” he said, smirking. “I’m doing the fucking.”
He pulled out again before plunging all the way in. That one last push had me cumming and shaking.
He withdrew and I thought we were finished, but I was mistaken. He slapped my leg gently.
“Turn your ass over,” he growled at me.
I must have moved too slowly, because he grabbed me and flipped me over. Pushing down on the small of my back, he positioned me how he wanted me and pushed inside me hard again. Still oversensitive from my orgasm, I tried to crawl across the bed, and he grabbed my hips.
