Page 6 of Bricked Up
“Fuckkk! Yessss!”
Their deep pleasure-filled groans, gasps, and moans quickly became the notes to their most intense, absolute favorite erotic love song. Saadiq stroked her a few more times before he slowed to a stop and rested his head on her chest. Their heavy panting and deep breathing soon settled into silence as their heart rates returned to normal.
“Fuck, we shouldn’t have done this stupid shit,” Zia sighed several minutes later once the reality of what they’d just done hit her. She went to push Saadiq back by his chest and come up off Saadiq’s dick, but he wrapped his arms around her and held her in place.
“I’on wanna hear that shit. We should’ve fucked because we both wanted to,” He explained as he brushed her hair out of her face, caressed her cheek, and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Ionregret shit about what we just did. I fucking miss you. Ya pussy, ya smile. Ya laughter. Hell, I even miss you annoying me and your little whimper-sounding snore when you’re sick or super tired.”
“Shut up,” Zia chuckled as she playfully punched him in the arm. “Don’t make fun of me, asshole. Would you let me up, please? I need to get back to work.”
“Ion know, you sure you ain’t trying to go another round?” Smirking, Saadiq’s brows shot up in question as his dick bricked up in her. He kissed her shoulder and said, “I’m just checking ‘cuz with the way you ruined this perfectly sexy sundress with some fucking panties, instead of making sure this wet pussy is available to me at all times, I’m not sure I should trust your judgement.”
“Hell, I’m not even sure if I should be trusting my own damn judgement after letting you screw me crazy when I’m supposed to be prepping for our evening rush. But hell yeah, I’m sure I’on wanna go another round. It’s bad enough that I’m gonna be sore from all the dick you ran up in me. I’m gonna have to soak my pussy all night because of you. Now, can you please let me up?”
“A’ight, yeah,” Saadiq released his hold on her hips and helped her to her feet. “Go ‘head, I’ll bend you over the counter top when you close up shop.”
“Saadiq, you’re insane if you think I’m gonna let you screw me on my countertop,” She chuckled as she entered her en-suite bathroom to clean herself up so she could get back to work.
“I don’t deny that I am,” He admitted from the other side of the door. “But you are gonna be face down and ass up by ya display cases in the lobby. I’mma fill you up right next to the strawberry cream-filled cookies.”
A few minutes later, Zia emerged grinning and shaking her head. “You ain’t finna do?—”
“Don’t put ya panties back on, Zia,” Saadiq approached her and held out his hand. “Give ‘em here.”
“No, I’m not going back to work without any panties under my dress.” Backing up, she slapped his hands away and proceeded to step into them. “So, you can just?—”
Saadiq snatched her up and yanked her panties from her legs, stuffed them into his pocket, and opened the door, after which he placed her back on her feet. “Gon’ back to work. I’ll be out once I clean ya cum off my dick. I’mma sit in the lobby and read for a lil bit, so bring me some fresh cookies and coffee.” He paused long enough to kiss her lips and whisper in her ear, “Do me a favor and bend over often so I can fantasize ‘bout licking ya from ya pussy to ya ass crack.”
Too stunned at this nigga’s audacity, too turned on, and too annoyed at just how willing and ready Saadiq was to cause a scene, especially when his level of ignorance was effortlessly unmatched, Zia bit her bottom lip as she mugged the fuck up outta him before she turned and strolled away.
Zia returned to the kitchen just in time for the next rush. After washing her hands and donning her apron, she did her best to shove thoughts of Saadiq out of her head and back to work.
Thanks to Saadiq coming into her place, causing unrest with his big smile, charming ways, and good looks, she had to deal with questioning stares, amused glances, and smirks from her staff and customers. And her frustration with Saadiq only grew when he returned to the lobby and turned up his antics. He was laughing and talking with the customers and staff and flirting with Zia in between reading on his Kindle.
Saadiq’s presence at the moment was both a nuisance and a pleasure. She wondered how he had time to be chilling and making her clit do the hustle instead of renovating and preparing to open his business. She planned to be nosy and askhim about it later, but in between time, she was focused on trying to figure out a way to stay as far away from Saadiq as possible. Something told her that Saadiq didn’t plan on giving her dancing coochie a break any time soon. Which also meant that he wasn’t about to let up on hammering away at the bricks and chains that were securing her heart and protecting her from all things, Saadiq.
CHAPTER TWO
“What else you need me to do, Zia, baby?” Saadiq asked after he came back inside from taking the trash out and headed to the sink to wash his hands.
Since two of her night shift employees, who are sisters, called off earlier due to a family emergency, Saadiq returned to Sugah & Dough a few hours after he’d left a trail of starry-eyed women in his wake. Without hesitation, he rolled up his sleeves and started performing closing duties once Zia let him know that she was short-staffed. Megan and Dillon, her two remaining employees, went home at the end of their shift an hour ago.
Leaving Zia alone with Saadiq and more sexual tension than she knew what to do with. She tried to keep her mind out of the gutter, but after screwing her senseless in her office earlier and her mind running with the double meaning of several of his questions and comments, like the one he just asked her.
Zia’s body was humming with lust for this man, and she hated it. She hated it because her heart kept trying to gloss over the pain he’d caused her. She also hated it because she was screwing two different niggas and chilling with a third, and none of them, nor most of the niggas she’d been with after Saadiq,could control her body and make her squirt and cum the way Saadiq could. She had a feeling that Saadiq could sense that, and knowing that nigga the way she did, she knew his ass was going to take full advantage of it.
Zia was even ashamed to admit to herself that she knew she was puddy in Saadiq’s hands. It didn’t matter how long it had been since she last laid eyes on him. Zia knew she would fold every single time where he was concerned. Which is why she was dead set on staying away from him the minute they locked eyes. Unfortunately, her pussy had taken hold of the reins, and her heart wasn’t too far behind.
“I shouldn’t even be speaking to you right now because I’m really too through with you behind your shenanigans in and out of my office today. But you helped me out in a big way, and I couldn’t be more appreciative of your kindness tonight. Thank you for helping my staff and me.” She smiled as she turned off the neon lights in the front window and then circled around to the back of the service counter. Saadiq was leaning across from her, grinning, with one of his hands in his pocket, like he knew something she didn’t.
“Of course, Zia. I’ve always been ten toes down behind you, no matter how big or small. That shit ain’t gon’ neva change.”
Zia nodded before she glanced away from Saadiq’s intense stare and searched for anything else to focus on until she could get herself together. Allowing him to slide his dick up in her again was going to have her strung out on him all over again. And that shit had fucking disaster written all over it. All she wanted to do was pay him back for vandalizing his ride and end all contact with him. Preferably, without a broken heart this time around.
“I didn’t know that,” She found his eyes again. “With such a painful history between us, I wouldn’t think?—”
“Come here, Zia.” A smirk followed Saadiq’s sexy ass command. And not a regular one either. One of them smirks that soaked panties and encouraged dick rides in public parks.
“Whyyyy?” She shot him a skeptical glare as she dragged out the word.
