Chapter 8

8

A fter a long day of shopping until they dropped, Siasia found herself back in Qamar’s bed. Noodle was gang when Qamar insisted they spend the night with him. He let her pick out fancy pajamas and everything else she would need to take a bath and be clean for bed. Now, Noodle was tucked peacefully in Esmeray’s bed while Siasia sat with her legs crossed in Qamar’s comfortable world. The sound of the shower turning off, perked up her senses. She had showered before him after she got Noodle situated. When Qamar rounded the corner with water dripping from his body and wrapped in a towel, she sized him up while digging her teeth into her lip.

“You see something you like?” he asked cockily, slowing his pace to the bed, loving the view of Siasia being tucked comfortably in his bed. He could get used to the vision.

Siasia was tired of playing the I don’t want to be fucked games. “What if I do?” she flirted.

“I would say go for what you know but you ain’t ready for me, Mama.” Qamar’s brow rose, daring her to challenge him.

“I think I can teach your young ass a few new tricks,” she challenged back, using her eyes to beg him to give her what she really wanted. Siasia’s only wish in life at the moment was to be under Qamar, staring into his eyes while he fucked her dizzy.

His head fell back in funny shock. “You.” Qamar pointed at her. “Can teach me?” His long finger poked his chest. Now it was his turn to call her bluff. Even in a towel swag dripped from him. Qamar minced his steps, making sure he kept his gaze on her. Siasia dressed in a cute, flesh toned luxury night set looked good enough to eat. So, he would feast on her like never before. With each step he took, Siasia’s heart slowed, reserving its energy for the ride she was certain only Qamar could take her on.

“When it’s just the two of us, you follow my lead. Here, I make all the rules. I tell you when to cum, how many times you can cum, and how much of me you’ll take. Do you understand?” He bent to meet her eye level. With his arms resting on the bed on opposite ends of her body, he created a cage just for her.

Nervously, she swallowed the lust in her throat. “Okay,” she responded in a hushed tone.

Her body shivered at the feel of his calloused hands slipping under the babydoll tee she had on. Flesh to flesh, her skin felt like tiny little fire ants were attacking her. His lips attacked hers. Siasia’s back flattened to the bed and her legs wrapped around his toned body.

Qamar’s body showed just how much of an athlete he was. He was cut and chiseled in every place. If a muscle could be there, a muscle was there. Even the way his arms flexed while holding his body up turned her on.

“Mm,” Siasia moaned, savoring the exchange of his saliva.

Her hunger turned into greed when she gripped his face, pulling him more into her.

Delicate hands caressed his bearded face. It was euphoric—could be addicting if he was willing to chase the high of being with her. The way his eyes begged hers to let him have her sent electric shocks to her heart; jump starting it like it had been sitting in some abandoned yard long forgotten.

“Don’t question the feeling ‘cause I know you feel it too. Just let me have you tonight . You can change your mind later, okay?” Qamar was damn near begging her.

Searching his face for safety, Siasia agreed and sealed her fate on the dotted line when she pressed her lips back into his. Now her hands were on his bare back, making their way to the towel that sheathed his hardened dick.

Siasia giggled when she gripped his toned glutes.

“Man, quite playing.” He chuckled too, putting some space between them. Without thinking, his had stroked his veiny dick that curved slightly to the left.

Siasia lifted her bottom off the bed to remove her night shorts and panties. “Condom?”

His eyes glowed, showing a hint of anger before they settled. Without answering her, he reached into his nightstand to grab their protection for the night. Tearing it open with his pretty white teeth, he folded the lubricated rubber over his perfectly sized dick.

“I wanted to taste you again tonight but my dick is about to explode from all the pressure you causing.” Qamar tapped her thigh. “Open up for me, Mama.”

Siasia wasted no time spreading her thick thighs as far as they would go. Her slanted eyes stared into his, waiting for him to ease inside of her.

“Shh,” he hissed, feeling the heat and wetness from her entrance. “You wet as hell, mama.”

“I know,” she whined at him stretching her out. Her breathing picked up.

“You good?” He searched her face for discomfort.

She smiled thinly.

He pushed further.

“God!” she grunted when he was balls deep.

Like he’d just left practice, his chest rose and fell rapidly. Seconds felt like hours as he sat inside her, giving her time to adjust to him.

Suffocating her lips with his, he pushed in and out. His large hand dug underneath her, resting on the small dip in her back. He used it as leverage and to keep her in place.

“Qamar, you are ruining me!” Siasia admitted, hoping he understood what she meant. He wasn’t ruining her realistically—only metaphorically. Because in that metaphoric space no other man would be able to fill her the way he was doing it effortlessly.

“I know,” he admitted before sucking one of her swollen nipples into his mouth.

Siasia had perfectly full breasts that added to her natural coke bottle frame. He alternated between the two of them while pumping in and out of her. The sound of her wetness bounced off the walls, creating a unique sound of its own.

To show him she wanted more, she opened her legs wider. “Yes,” she hummed. “You feel so good.”

“Not better than you feel to me, mama. Your pussy is one of fuckin’ one. Greedy as hell too.” He looked down to see her cream coating him beautifully. “You remember the rules?”

“It’s your world,” she recited, eager to please him.

“That’s right.” His large hand hooked around her neck. “My world, my fuckin’ rules,” he spoke through gritted teeth while staring down at her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when Qamar gripped her neck firmly while giving her fast and deep strokes. “You feel that shit?”

“Yes,” Siasia dug her nails into his arm, silently begging him to squeeze the life out of her because in the real world, she’d never get to experience anything close to what he was giving her.

“I’m talking about this?” He grabbed her hand, placing it on his heart.

The gestured forced her eyes to open. The beating of his heart was fast but slowly started to beat at the same rhythm as hers. A lone tear slipped from her eyes. “I’ve never made love.”

She brought his hand to her lips. “Make love to me, Qamar.”

“My rules, remember?” He smiled. “Rule number one, Siasia gets whatever she wants.” Pushing her legs to her shoulders, Qamar slowed his pace, making sure he was still deep enough to touch her heart. “You gone give me what I want?”

“Qamar.”

Lovingly he continued his strokes. “Answer me, mama.”

“Please!”

“Please what?” Qamar wound his hips, showing all her creases attention. “Give me what I want.”

“What do you want?” Siasia was nearing her release.

“You.” He pulled out to show her he meant business. “Give me you and I’ll let you get that first nut off.”

Desperate and delirious, Siasia agreed. “Yes, you can have me just please put that dick back in me!” she yelled.

Doing as he was told, he put his throbbing dick back inside of her. “Shit.” His voice shook as her walls tightened around him. “Hold that muthafucka in a little longer for me.”

“I can’t.” Sweat dripped down her face. Her ears heated and everything went mute. With her mouth wide open she came hard. “Ugh.”

“You hardheaded, mama. Don’t worry there’s a lesson to be learned here.” He flipped her over like she was a feather. Qamar tapped his dick at her sopping wet opening. “Pussy fat and greedy,” he crooned, entering her again. “But she don’t listen and when she don’t listen, I got beat her ass.”

“Wait.” Siasia got scared.

“Un uh.” He shook his head. “This is what happens when you don’t do what the fuck. I. Tell. You. To. Do.” Qamar pounded her from the back, causing her to scream with pleasure. His hand came down hard on her ass.

“Fuck.” Her body shook.

“Toot that ass back up and take this dick.”

“Oh my gosh,” she panted. “Ooh.”

“This pussy taking to me, mama.”

“What she saying?”

“Telling me to thrash her ass. She greedy too, want to eat all this dick. You gone take it, mama?”

Her fingers dug into the sheets, needing to hold on to something for the never-ending ride he seemed to be taking her on. “I am cummin’!” she yelled as she dipped her back more. “How am I still cummin’?”

Her question was rhetorical because Qamar knew how and why she was wetting up his dick.

“Fuck!” He yanked his dick out of her tightness. It was squeezing him more and more, pulling all the blood in his body to the head of his dick.

Siasia collapsed on the bed with labored breaths.

Qamar grabbed her leg to pull her back to the edge of the bed. “I’m not done yet, mama.” He wasted no time diving headfirst into her sore pussy, hoping to ease some of her pain so he could get back inside of her.

The gentleman she barely knew didn’t exist in the bedroom. In the bed, Qamar was a man on a mission. His tongue sloshed around her swollen clit before he sucked on it with his lips. Inserting two fingers inside of her, he flicked them, pulling on her G-spot.

“Ugh, Qamar!” Her legs shook before clamping around his head. “What are you doing to me?”

“Showing you why no other nigga deserves to get between these legs again… they can’t handle you like I can… like I do.” Qamar talked his big boy shit which turned her on even more.

Siasia grabbed at her stomach, feeling something she’d never felt before. As if he knew what he was doing—like he could read her body, he was back inside of her deep stroking her into the galaxy.

Longingly, he stared into her eyes. Passion turned his cognac eyes dark. “You said I can have you, right?”

Completely spent, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Siasia couldn’t respond if she wanted to. Her throat was dry and her body was hot.

Qamar tongued her down, pushing her essence into her mouth. “Yea, I can have you,” he declared with his mouth still on hers.

“Until how long?” She found her voice. Still, she was unable to look him in the face.

“Shit, I hope you tell me forever,” Qamar admitted before grunted and exploding into the condom.

“This what good dick have you doing?” Qamar turned his head to look at her over his shoulders.

He was stretched out on his stomach while she rubbed all over his back. They were in his room but had the curtains pulled open, giving them the perfect view of the night sky.

Lazily, she smiled with a shrug. “I ain’t never had dick like that.” Before he could comment on her admission, she asked, “To the moon?” She traced the massive moon tattoo that covered his back. Along with it, there were the names of the people in his family.

“Mhm,” he hummed, loving the way her delicate hands created a trail of heat over his skin.

The two of them were exhausted but to high on lust to take their asses to sleep. They showered together before Siasia popped her head in on Noodle who was sound asleep. How she slept through the scream session Qamar had her in was beyond Siasia but she was grateful.

“I read an article on your family a few years ago. It was so inspiring.”

“Oh yea?” Qamar faked interest. He loved his family, but their legacy came with so much pressure.

“You were so young in that family photo. I told myself I would one day be named photographer for the next well-to-do Black family. Shooting brown skin is my passion.” He heard the smile in her voice. When Siasia talked about photography, she lit up on the inside and out.

“I was handsome back then too though.”

Slapping his back she huffed. “I can hardly remember.”

“Stop lying, mama. You probably had me on the screensaver of your phone,” he teased.

“Probably would’ve if I had a phone. Hell, I read the article in the doctor’s office one day when my mama took me.” Her truth was so embarrassing, all she could do was laugh. Laughing to keep from crying was a real mission statement for her. “What I wouldn’t give to grow up in that kind of family.”

“You think so?” Qamar rolled over onto his back. “I love them so much. After Lunar died, Luna raised us as best she could. Our ma was on the bottle heavy, and me and Solar ain’t know who our daddy were so they were nowhere to be found.”

“Lunar, Luna, and Solar?”

“Lunar and Luna twins. He died the year before he turned eighteen, leaving Luna to pick up his slack. My big brother was a man before his nuts dropped.” Qamar smiled, thinking about his brother who was taken too soon. “I try to follow in his footsteps and walk the path he would want me to walk but it’s hard. Luna made a way by the grace of God. She ain’t do it on her own though. Lunar’s best friends stepped up and stepped in like the young big steppers they were. Even with all them obstacles in their way, all of them: Luna, Solar, French, Javen, and Tiny made it to the big leagues in each of their fields.”

“You don’t sound happy for them,” Siasia said, confused.

To make sure she felt his next words, Qamar stared her in the face. “I’m so proud of my people. Because of them, I was given a better life since I was still young to reap the benefits. They all afforded me so many different opportunities. Don’t get me wrong, I’m blessed as hell.” He wet his lips. “Shit just fucks me up because where the fuck can I take them when they already took it to the moon?” Qamar’s personal thoughts somehow spilled out and his eyes went to the window.

With her eyes following his to the night sky, she looked past the moon. “Beyond the stars, that’s where you take them.”

“You ever been to a soccer game?” Qamar asked, fully engulfed in his own emotions.

Siasia looked at him crazily. How could he go from spilling his guts to asking her about soccer? She could tell he’d never opened up to anyone like that before. It was like he was soaring freely before reality set in and he came crashing back down to reality. Any preconceived notions she felt before started to vanish the more time she spent with him.

“Uh, no.” Uncertainty laced her response.

“It ain’t soccer season yet but I want you and Noodle to come to one of my practices. I gotta get y’all up to speed before the season starts.”

Her heart swelled from the way he made sure to include Noodle. “I mean if the times match up, I don’t see why we can’t.”

Liking her response, he nodded. “Oh, and you ain’t working at the club no more… and no more of that little side business you had going on. I ain’t one to judge but it’s a wrap on that, mama.”

“You saying all that like you gone pay my bills.” She snaked her neck, ready for a full on argument.

“Shit, I can do that.”

“For how long though?” Siasia wasn’t with the temporary shit or him being caught up in the moment after mind blowing, good sex. She wasn’t a plaything he could put back on the shelf. She came with Noodle and that meant she needed to be more sure about him than anything else. Just from spending one day with him, she could tell her little sister was just as smitten with him as she was. It was funny and sexy to watch until it all came crashing down and she had to nurse a ten-year-old’s first heartbreak.

Instead of answering her right away, he yanked her down to him where he wrapped her up in the strongest arms she’d ever been in. “Until you say so.”

“What if I say so now?”

“You ain’t.” His confidence was enough to convince her. “Now lay down so your body can heal just in case I find myself back between your thighs before the sun comes up.”