I press my face to the desk, hoping it will muffle my moans, but I know it isn’t enough. There’s a knock at the door and I gasp, but Emilio doesn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts become harder, more frantic. Again and again until the knock at the door is all but forgotten. My orgasm tears through me and stars explode behind my vision. But Emilio doesn’t relent. He shifts his hips, finding a new angle and milking my orgasm for all that it’s worth. His thrusts quicken with mounting urgency and I moan his name.
His grip tightens, his hands on my hips hurting as he pumps into me with wild abandon. His cock nudges my cervix and I see stars. Oh. My. God. He’s so deep inside me I can feel him in my throat. And another orgasm threatens to wash over me. “I can’t—“ I gasp. Unable to get the words out.
It’s too much. Too deep. Too everything. But I don’t want him to stop.
Just when I think he’s about to come, he surprises me and pulls out, spinning me around and pressing me down until my face is level with his shaft. He tears the condom off, weaves his fingers through my hair and thrusts his cock between my parted lips.
I groan around him as he thrusts into my mouth, his cock nudging the back of my throat and inducing my gag reflex, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks my mouth mercilessly, sweat glistening on his brow as his eyes bore into mine. “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock,” he grunts the words, his entire body tense. “Good girl.”
God. Why does hearing him say that turn me on? If anything, I should be offended right now, but I’m not. I like this. Hell, I love it.
My pussy clenches just as his cock pulses in my mouth and it’s the only warning I get before his hot salty cum coats my tongue and shoots down my throat.
I take all of it, every drop he has to offer and swallow it down greedily. Pulling out, he yanks me up to him and slams his mouth down on mine again, the taste of both our pleasure a heady combination.
“You are mine,” he growls the words against my mouth. My heart thumps loud behind my rib cage as I fight to recalibrate my brain and slow down my breathing. “Say the words, Bibiana. I need to hear them. You. Are. Mine.”
We stare at one another in the silence, electricity crackling in the air between us. His savage grin is firmly back in place and I wish I knew what to say to him. But clearly, I was supposed to say something because when the silence continues to stretch, he reaches out and grips my jaw. “Mine,” he enunciates the word. “Do we have an understanding?”
“Are you mine?” I bite out with a flare of irritation. Now that I’ve had a few seconds to recover, my brain is kicking back into gear, reminding me again of all of my doubts. The girls I see who flock to him. The flirting. But he does the unexpected and instead of telling me no, he nods his head in agreement. “I’m yours as much as you are mine. Which is to say completely and unequivocally. If you let another man touch you, Bibi, make sure you hate him because he won’t be walking once I’m through with him.”
My mind instantly snags on Jae and I know this is no idle threat. He grips the back of my head, slams his mouth on mine again and then releases me, all in the span of a few short seconds.
“Don’t forget that,” he warns before tucking himself back into his jeans. “I have zero intention of sharing you or my son with another man.” He reaches for my leggings and panties, picking them up off the floor and handing them to me. Some of the tension has left him as he trails a hand down my neck, my shoulder, and then drags his fingers along my arm.
The knock at the door again startles me and I jump, but Emilio only laughs. He waits a few seconds as I rush to put my clothes back on and he takes care of throwing away his condom. I finger comb my hair and when he opens the door it’s to reveal Allie with Luis fast asleep in her arms.
“Skipping school again?” She tsks and my cheeks heat, but Emilio only shrugs.
“From what I hear, you and Roman have made some good use out of an empty classroom a time or two.”
Her eyes widen before she masks her horror with a groan. “Of course, you would know about that.”
Emilio carefully reaches for Luis, tucking him into his arms and rocking him so as not to wake him.
“Everything okay?” I ask, peering down at my boy in Emilio’s arms.
She nods. “Yeah. We ran out of his bottle and he was getting fussy, so I came to find you. Only you were,” she smirks, “busy. So I walked around the halls with him until he fell asleep.”
“Thank you.”
She smiles and the bell rings, doors thrown open and students spill into the hall.
“That would be our cue,” she says, tugging me beside her. “Best to slip out now before everyone else knows what you two were up to.”
Twenty-six
I’m pissed as fuck that she moved in with Jae and didn’t tell me. That my kid is living with the guy. He’s already comfortable with him, but now, living there…
I lean back in my seat in fourth period, Luis fast asleep on my chest. I don’t like the idea of another guy being around him. I don’t want it confusing him. What if he wants Jae more than me? He’s my kid, but he’s still getting to know me. How is that supposed to happen now?
I try to push my worries away. There isn’t anything I can do about. I understand why she moved out. Hell, I’m glad she did. I just—fuck, I wish it wasn’t there.
Class moves at a snail’s pace and I’m so done with all this shit. I’m ready to graduate. Move on with my life. We have five months left before we can blow this taco stand, and I’m counting down the weeks. Only shit is different and it’s getting more and more complicated as time goes by.
I shift Luis in my arms, slumping lower in my chair to make him more comfortable. I hate not seeing him every day. I hate that I’m not a part of his day-to-day life. We agreed to a visitation agreement, had it submitted to the courthouse and all that shit, but it isn’t enough. Bibiana isn’t keeping him from me, but I want more time. I want every day.
Living with Jae needs to be a temporary situation, which means I need to figure my shit out so we can get a place. I know she wants to take things slow, but slow with that girl just isn’t in my vocabulary. Roman and Allie moved in together, so I don’t see why we can’t. We were all going to stay in the dorms together when we went off to college, but that plan has changed with Roman and Allie being together, so it was going to be just Dominique and me. With Bibiana though— we could do what Roman and Allie are doing. Get our own apartment. Somewhere not too far away.
