Page 21 of Reckless Forever
“I’m about to-” I gasped, closing my eyes, but his voice brought me back into the moment.
“Nah, baby, look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”
I did, and the fire in his stare almost burned straight through the phone. His lips parted, chest heaving as he stroked himself faster, his rhythm syncing with the pace of my hand.
“Damn, you so fucking pretty, Ivy,” he groaned.
His words snatched a sound from me I couldn’t hold back; my body tensed.
“You close?” he demanded.
“Y-yeah,” I stammered.
“Then don’t stop. Give it to me, Mama.”
The intensity in his voice shattered my last ounce of restraint. My back arched, my moans echoed in the steam-filled bathroom. On the screen, Judah’s own release hit, his head dropping back against the headboard, jaw clenched tight as he groaned my name and cursed all at the same time.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke, just listened to each other’s heavy breathing through the small speaker.
After I gathered my bearings, I laughed weakly, wiping my wet hair out of my face. “We’re sick.”
Judah lifted his head. His eyes were dark, possessive, and locked on mine. I could feel the intensity of the stare through the screen. He didn’t respond to my comment as he just looked at me.
“What, Judah?” I asked, blushing under his assessment.
“Nothing, you think it’s quicker for you to be an American citizen or for me to become a Bolivian?” He asked through slits in his eyes.
I hollered in laughter and then sucked my teeth at his silliness before I stood to shower. I put the phone on one of the soap racks, and we continued talking. He then walked into his bathroom to take a shower. Judah and I were supposed to be friendly, but for the umpteenth time, we had crossed the line. This time, I had finally given up trying to fight my attraction to him.
It didn’t go unnoticed that he said that he hadn’t been touching or attracted to anyone since he had left. I don’t know how much of what he said was true or what was just in the moment, but that heightened how I was feeling. It was something we hadn’t discussed, but I knew he probably had a ton of women fighting for his attention. As handsome as he was,and the way he walked around with a solid pound of dick, I’m sure they were beating the door down.
“Mr. Jennings,” I said, interrupting his spill about his schedule for the next three weeks.
“What’s up?” He asked as he turned off the water and set the phone on the counter. The video of him dripping water made me want to lick the screen. I lost my train of thought, and watched, my mouth almost hung open as his dick swung in the camera before he wrapped the towel around him.
“Damn, Ma, if you gone keep staring, say hey to this lil nigga, he speaks back.” He chuckled. His comment snapped me out of it and made me smile.
“Anyway, you said earlier that you haven’t touched anyone since you’ve been back home. I don’t recall us ever discussing relationships. You don’t have a girlfriend tucked away?”
He looked at the phone like I had just asked the stupidest question. I probably had, maybe I should’ve asked before he rubbed an orgasm out of me through the material of my pants, but I guess better late than never.
“Hell no,” He laughed as he put on deodorant and grabbed some spray.
“That’s surprising. I would imagine that you have a roster,” I admitted.
“Did I have women that I fucked with? Yeah, but I don’t anymore.”
“And why is that?” I questioned.
I felt like I knew the answer, or my delusion hoped it would be the one he gave, but I held my breath before he said it.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” He warned.
“I’m grown,” I reminded him.
“Cause, ever since I met you, them muhfuckas get on my nerves,” he said with a frown on his face.
I smiled. This man was the most unapologetically blunt person I had ever met. It was strange, but I could appreciate someone who never let you guess how they felt. The line fell silent after that. He stepped out of the view of the camera, and I could hear him going through drawers to find something to put on.
