Page 56 of Soul Food

RUTH

I was surprised when my phone started buzzing, and Amit’s name lit up my screen through FaceTime. He’d only left minutes ago and now he was calling me. Desperation was alive and a very real thing inside me, and I hated that I wanted something I couldn’t have with someone I could probably never in a million years figure out. Maybe that was why he was so intriguing.

His aloofness was oddly refreshing in a sea of people that thought they knew and loved me but truly didn’t.

I accepted the video, and his face came into view. The fact that he left when I said he should still burned my throat. I swallowed and met his cold gray eyes and wondered how they looked softer. Why did this infatuation with him continue to grow even now when it hurt so much?

I could tell that he was on a sofa with a floor lamp illuminating his sharp features. How did he get home so fast? Maybe I’d sat here and stared off into space a lot longer than I thought. I didn’t even know where he lived so maybe he was close by.

“Amit.” There was no escaping the astonishment in my voice. “I… You just left. I hadn’t expected you to call.” I rubbed my warm face feeling a little woozy, proof of how much I’d been drinking.

“You need this, don’t you?”

The wine was already like fire in my veins, but his words… They had the power to make me burn. I was suddenly hot all over. I slid my hand down and rubbed my neck. “I don’t understand this.” I whispered. “I know what I get out of this but what about you?” Sometimes I was confident that I was attracted to him, but he also brought out an insecurity I never knew I had.

“That’s simple, Ruth.” My stomach dipped. The way my name vibrated from his chest was sensual as well as utterly primal. “I want what you want.”

“Why?” Those insecurities were what always made me seek out assurance from him.

“Because I like the way you look best when you’re smiling. Everything about you, your smile, your voice, your soul are better when you live life getting what you want.”

He spoke like he knew me. I didn’t even think I knew myself sometimes, but he sounded so confident in what he just said.

My shoulders loosened, and I stared into his eyes through the screen. If I called him out and asked how he could describe me in such a way so soon, he might lock himself up even tighter. I didn’t know how to take his words and how they made me feel warm and whole, but I sure didn’t want to stop him from saying more.

“What if,” I paused, wetting my lips. “What if what I want is you?”

“If that’s what you want, then I’m yours.”

Goose bumps rose on my skin, my desire for him bleeding out of my pores like magic. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said, again, so confident as he spoke like he was one hundred percent in tune with me.

I swallowed, smoothing my hand over my wild curls. If he was on board with him and I, then I was more than that. I wanted any and everything I could take from him. “Don’t worry, you won’t be mine for long. I’ll keep you for about a month and a half, how does that sound?”

My heart nearly stopped when he smirked. Really smirked. It was short-lived and proud but it wasn’t as cold as he usually was. His face disappeared as he pointed his camera down. “Be honest, Ruth, this is what you want from me.” The camera was aimed at the thick, long bulge in his pants.

Oh, God.

I was so turned on now, my pussy was throbbing. “Good,” I murmured so in awe with his hard cock lying against his leg, trapped in his pants. “I was worried you might confuse my words with which part I wanted from you.”

His white dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and I caught the dusk of hair on his chest as he raised the camera slightly—not enough to see his face, only his chest. What amazed me was his shoulders and stomach appeared to move in vibrations, crinkling his shirt and my mouth dropped. My heart might have stopped when he smirked, but itmovedwhen I discovered that he might be trying to hold back a chuckle. He enjoyed my teasing. I was stunned into stillness until those small, brief seconds his chest moved were over, and he moved the camera back over his pants. Anticipation coiled inside me, bursting into white, hot need.

“I was never confused,” he confirmed, unzipping his pants.

My mouth went dry when I saw that Amit was commando. I held my breath and waited.

“Get undressed, Ruth.” It took a second for my brain to comprehend but once it did, I rushed into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me, and locking Moose out. I put my phone on my charging port and sat on the bed in front of the screen.

“Oh God,” I whispered throatily as he pulled his pants down a bit and the next second, was gripping his massive cock. It was absolute perfection and a direct contrast to his paleness—long and thick with bluish veins. Desire coursed through me, even making me sway.

“Ruth, you’re not undressing,” his disapproving tone grabbed my attention.

Trying to regain some sanity in my Amit-induced lust, I mumbled, “Yeah.” My gym clothes were like a second skin on me so it took a bit of effort to get them off. I stopped and waited once I was in my sports bra and panties. His wrists rolled as his hand slid up and down his rigid length. He was big.Big,big like shit-that-was-going to-hurt-big. Then a bit of sadness creeped in. I wouldneverknow how much he’d make me hurt, or how amazing he’d feel once I’d grown accustomed to his girth.

“You still have clothes on,” he told me.

There was no finesse as I chucked my bra and slid down my panties. His giant hand stilled on his length. “Lie back and part your legs.”

Oh, fuck. He was participating and also commanding. I wasn’t sure if I could handle this. My body was so hot and wound up. I swear my vision began to blur because of it. I scooted back on the bed, lifted my legs, and parted them.

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