Page 30 of Somebody Else Will

He chuckled, then leaned over and kissed my neck. I could feel him sniffing my scent. My pheromones were strong as hell… had to be. I’d only used Dove sensitive skin bodywash in the shower, and it didn’t have much of a scent. He bit my earlobe, then said in a deep voice, “Hell yeah. I’m gon’ be a bottomless pit in a minute. I’m not gon’ ever get full.”

Lord, have mercy.“Mmm. Sounds like I may need a little B-12 too.”

He chuckled, then pulled away from me, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss. “Go sit your fine ass at that table.”

I giggled then did as he said. This man was good for my soul. I didn’t know how I would function after he left. My spirit was calm and at peace. I knew my vulnerability played a huge part in how quickly I had found peace in this new relationship, but I didn’t care. He was who I needed at this appointed time, and I could only hope that he would be who I needed forever.

When he joined me at the table, he set two plates of food down, then went back for coffee and orange juice. I wasn’t a big coffee drinker, but I knew I needed the pick-me-up. Although I’d gotten about six hours of sleep, it was broken… four hours, then about two hours. Once he sat, he grabbed my hand and began saying grace. I smiled slightly as I stared at the plate of biscuits, eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon. He probably would have cooked more had I gone grocery shopping. I usually kept instant grits on deck. I couldn’t stand the grits cooked on the stove.

The butter flavored Quaker grits were my favorite. I’d add more butter in them and eat them like they were a delicacy. I usually had breakfast sausage as well. One thing a sister did was stay stocked on food. However, since my mother’s death, stuff like that didn’t matter. I was rarely eating anyway. The only task I could seem to focus on was my business.

After he said amen, we dug in. “Thank you, Ezekiel. This is delicious.”

He smiled and ate some bacon without responding to me. Once he swallowed it, he said, “The bacon was the only thing I hadn’t tasted yet. If it wasn’t good, I would have called bullshit.”

I chuckled. “Believe me, if it wasn’t good, I wouldn’t have said so. I would have said thank you for breakfast and nothing more. I don’t lie to appease people’s feelings. I just remain quiet. That’s the best policy.”

He laughed. “You shol right about that. I need to adopt that in business. When I was building, initially, I would compliment bullshit all the time, kissing people’s asses to advance. I did it so much, it became normal business practice. I’m still building, so that unintentional advice comes in handy.”

I nodded and smiled. He took a swig of his orange juice, and when he set the cup down, I noticed a little bit on his lips. I swore I wanted to go over there and straddle him and lick it off. My body was on the next level of horniness, and I didn’t understand why. Well… I supposed it was because I’d been around him a few days without getting any. I knew what he felt like now, and my body was sending signals about what it needed.

The rest of breakfast was completely quiet. Anyone that would have walked in on us would feel the intensity. The silence wasn’t awkward at all. We watched each other eat, and that shit was unraveling me even further. Just meeting his lust-filled gaze with my own proved to be more than enough communication between us.

Once he was done, he stood and took his dishes to the sink and rinsed them out, then put them in the dishwasher. His actions only made me eat a little faster. I was ready for the next course. He leaned against the countertop and watched me, like he was a predator, and I was his prey. I was ready to suffer my fate.

After getting down the last of my hashbrowns, I stood and took my plate to the sink to do the same as he had done. When I closed the dishwasher, he was right behind me. He slid his arms around my waist and leaned over to my ear, biting my earlobe. My eyes closed, and a soft moan left my lips. I needed this so badly.

Spinning around in his arms, I slid my hands up his bare chest.Jesus, this man is so fine.His breathing pattern changed, and his heart rate seemed to increase. Sliding his hands to myass, he picked me up and began making his way to my bedroom. The way he just picked me up like I weighed little to nothing was impressive.

We stared at one another, our gaze unwavering, the entire way to my room. Once inside, he lowered me to the bed and began removing my clothes. I wanted to just strip that shit off, but he was taking us slowly, as if plotting out what route he would take first. I didn’t give a damn which way he went, just so long as his dick ended up between my walls, fucking shit up.

He pulled my shirt over my head, then kissed me on the lips… slowly. I swore I was about to take control and pull him to this bed and ride the shit out of him. My body was hot, and I was about to start sweating at any minute. I needed relief… now! As he kissed my neck, I said softly, “Ezekiel… I need you now, baby. Please.”

He lifted his head and stared into my eyes for a moment, then stood up straight to pull off his shorts. My eyes dipped to the main attraction, waiting for him to unveil it. He quickly yanked his shorts and underwear down in one swoop, then stroked his dick for a moment. “This what you want, Nishia? This the nigga you want?” he asked as he hovered over me and pushed inside of me.

It felt like I had been given oxygen after being on the verge of suffocation. “Yeeeeesss! This is what I neeeeeded! Fuck!”

He was thrusting into me like he was trying to burst through my cervix, and I was all for that shit.

“Yeah, Neshia. This some good pussy, baby. I been wanting this shit so bad.”

I opened my eyes to stare into his. He was biting his bottom lip as he fucked me senseless. Grabbing my legs, he pushed them up toward me. I bent them, and he pushed them forward even more. Shit, I could barely fucking breathe, but I wasn’t about to interrupt the intense fucking I was getting.

However, that was short-lived when I heard my doorbell ring. I frowned, and Ezekiel slowed his assault. I assumed we were both listening to see if it would ring again. Sure enough, it did. As he was about to pull out of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

“They didn’t call first. I don’t do pop-up visitors.”

He licked his lips and was about to continue until the person started banging on the door. The anger flooded my being, because I hadn’t nutted yet. I felt this was going to fuck up my mood. I rolled my eyes and huffed as Ezekiel stood. I stared at his wet dick, wanting to taste it. I quickly went to my knees and sucked him into my mouth, getting all my flavors. When I was about to pull away, he held me in place. Staring up at him, I continued sucking him, swirling my tongue around his shaft.

He began slightly thrusting into my mouth until the banging on my door started again. Withdrawing from my mouth, he said, “Want me to go see?”

It would be quicker for him to slide his shorts on to go to the door, so I said, “Yes, please. I’ll be up there in a second.”

He nodded and quickly put on his basketball shorts to go to the door. I huffed again and stood to put my sweats back on. Somebody was about to get every ounce of attitude I possessed. As I walked down the hall, I could hear Jerzey’s voice. I frowned and quickly made my way up front. The look of panic on her face scared the shit out of me.

“Jerzey, what’s going on?”

“I had to call the ambulance for Jamia. Some bitch came to the shop and broke in. Threw something right through the window. When I ran to the front, Jamia was tussling with her. They’d fallen on the floor, and she cut Jamia with some broken glass.”

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