Page 23 of Sire: On Your Knees

Snuggling closer to Sire, I pressed my cheek into his spine. He was the perfect anchor as he maneuvered his bike with expertise through the city. It felt so good to be out of the penthouse. I could get fresh air on the terrace or the rooftop, but it was nothing like this. I never thought I'd miss the stench of the city of Rosewind. Yet, somehow, it was comforting.

When I made a request to go somewhere, I just knew he was going to turn me down for pushing the boundary too far. Surprisingly, he agreed, and it created butterfly flurries in the pit of my stomach. I'd never seen him so relaxed before. It was a good look and made me desire to be around him even more.

Tonight, Sire wore fitted black cargo pants, a black and white Dior jacquard collared shirt, and white block walkers. He topped it off with a black leather jacket with patchwork, which showcased the motorcycle club he was a member of. Despite the aura of danger and torment he gave off, I found a light within him, so warm and inviting I couldn't fight against the gravitational pull I felt to it.

My feelings for Sire continued to sprout into something more. Could it be beautiful and aromatic like a bed of flowers, or would it turn out to be pungent and toxic like a landfill? I wasn't sure, but it didn't stop me from holding on tighter.

We arrived at my favorite place in the city just as the sun tucked itself beneath the horizon. I hopped off the bike excitedly. Sire eyed me suspiciously. "You wanted to come to a trailer park?"

I giggled. "Just wait. You'll see."

Snatching Sire's hand into mine, I pulled him behind me as we walked through the maze of trailers. I waved to some of the people I'd gotten to know around here but refused to stop. Time was of the essence. We walked to the tree line before disappearing into the foliage.

"Noonie, where the fuck are you taking me? I'm not a scary nigga but woods and shit make me nervous. Never know what the fuck is hiding in here."

His reaction tickled me. "Relax, we're almost there."

Sire sighed and continued to allow me to drag him. Eventually, we made it to the beaten path that led up a hillside on the other side of the woods. I scurried up the hill, becoming more excited with every step I took. When we made it to the top, I clapped my hands while bouncing on my toes.

"We're here."

Sire looked around, scratching his eyebrow. "And where is exactly is here?"

"The closest you're going to get to heaven." I plopped down on the ground, lying back to look up at the sky. Eventually, he caught on and did the same. After a minute of silence, I whispered, "Wait for it."

Like clockwork, the sky began to light up with stars one by one. This was my favorite spot because it felt like you were so close you could touch them. There was nothing obstructing the view, and the canvas was breathtaking. I loved how the colors in the sky continuously deepened as dusk continued to take over the sky.

"Oh, this is beautiful," Sire finally admitted.

I sighed contently. "I know. I love coming up here because if God can create something as beautiful as the sky, stars, and moon, then he surely did his best work when he created me, too." The constant chatter of crickets was another feature I loved.

I could feel the heat of Sire's gaze as he turned to look at me. "I agree." His words created goosebumps on my arms.

I slowly dropped my head to the side to stare right back at him. I shouldn't have done that. Suddenly, looking away became impossible as he sucked me into a vortex of yearning that encased my entire body. I didn't understand what was happening here. Sire was my captor, but my insides pulsed with every breath I took. When he looked at me now, I saw the man beneath all the heartache and grief. A man looking for love... hoping to be seen in a world where expectations were laid out for him that he wasn't so sure he could fulfill. I wanted to fight those battles with him. I wanted to be close, and so, against my better judgment, that's what I allowed myself to be.

A shiver raced down my spine that Sire took notice of. He sat up, allowing his weight to fall on his hand planted on the earth. "You're cold... Here, you can have my jacket." He began to pull it off, but my hand on his cheek stopped him.

"I want you to keep me warm." My voice sounded so unlike me. I couldn't believe how brave I was to make such a request. Yet, at the same time, I understood that my body no longer operated with the purity it once had. Now it craved this man, knowing when he got his hands on me, it'd make everything disappear except goodness and pleasure.

Unable to deny me, Sire shifted closer, capturing my lips in a kiss that silenced the world around us. We slowly peeled out of our clothes until we were bare. Sire rolled me on my back, blessing me with two amazing views—himself and the nighttime sky that glistened. My clit throbbed when he began to lightlytease it with his finger. The feeling left me trembling. He loved to tease me. Unravel me... light me on fire until he was ready to extinguish the burn. I sucked on my bottom lip, allowing my back to arch when he eased a finger inside my tight walls.

"Mmm," he grumbled. "You always get so fucking wet for me." Sire pushed my legs back until I was flashing my treasure chest at the galaxy above. Liquid gold flowed out of me when his mouth latched on to me. He teased my clit with soft sucks that made my toes curl.

Moans oozed out of me like music from a radio. I couldn't control the volume of my song because Sire was in control of me with every lick, every suck, and every hum. He handled me with special care, paying extra attention to the things that turned me on, like when he violently stabbed my clit with his warm, stiff tongue.

"I need you," I confessed unable to be without his warmth a minute longer.

"I need you too," he replied with ease, completely shattering any thread of sanity I had remaining.

When Sire slid inside of me, tears escaped from the corners of my eyes. He rested his forearm on the ground while his other hand lovingly stroked my face. The darkness cast shadows across his face, painting a picture of the man I allowed to ruin me from the inside out. Tonight, his hair was braided, giving me the perfect view of his rugged features.

My tears continued to come, and he kissed them all away with every stroke. My heart thudded in my chest at a steadily increasing rate. I was so confused about how a man I should hate could make me feel so good. I was never supposed to be entangled with him in this way, but now I wasn't sure I could see myself separated from his essence.

JaSire Dupree was a dangerous man I should fear. He was holding me against my will, yet I pulled him closer, urging himto go deeper like he hadn't already seen the worst parts of me but didn't run. His lips on my jaw lit a match of static against my skin. Every sensation made this experience more beautiful yet muddled with the reality of my situation.

Considering he hadn't taken me back to the club yet, I decided to believe there was good in him. That maybe, just maybe, his heart was beginning to defrost, and he could have a place for me in there, because I couldn't be the only one wanting this. That would hurt worse than the first time he pushed his thick head inside of me.

"You missed a spot," I teased Noonie as I walked off the elevator. I'd just finished a workout and only wanted to take a shower, then stuff my face with something good. Seeing Noonie dressed in a sunset-colored thong set had me considering making her the meal.

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