Page 37 of All She Ever Wanted Was a Real One
I huffed. “So, I guess that means I can’t keep trying to ignore what happened between us.”
“You could’ve fooled me. Yo’ ass been doing a hell of a job dodging me for the past few weeks.”
My shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to talk about it. I still don’t. Forgetting it ever happened seems like the best path forward.”
“That’s what your mouth says, but what about that pussy? Your heart may be off-limits right now, but I wrote my name all over your cat in my room that night. And I don’t do take backs,” he affirmed.
His response made me clench my thighs together. “Oak, please. We shouldn’t be going down this road again. Not now, and especially not here.”
He inched closer, erasing the last bit of distance between us. “Please what?”
Instead of waiting for me to respond, he leaned in close to pull me from my chair and onto his lap before pressing his body against mine. My heart raced in my chest. Oak placed his tattooed hand on my right shoulder blade and slid his hand up to the side of my face.
“Oak, we . . .”
“Shh,” he replied, and I saw something flicker behind his steamy, brown-eyed gaze. Then, without warning, he pulled me in by thenape of my neck and firmly pressed his soft, wet lips against mine. “Let me show you what it’s like to be taken care of by a real nigga.”
He had my lips again before I could say no. I wouldn’t have anyway. In fact, I grabbed the drawstrings on his hoodie and pulled him closer. The warmth of his lips was the opposite of the chill in the night air. Oak held my body close, wrapping his arms around my waist as his tongue gently parted my lips. I found comfort in his presence, even though I knew I shouldn’t have, but that didn’t stop his roaming hands from setting my skin on fire or our tongues from intertwining.
All the feelings I’d kept bottled up, all the aching I’d buried whenever he was within reach came bubbling up to the top. If we couldn’t seem to stay away from each other, maybe we needed to stop trying so damn hard. My mind knew I shouldn’t. All the reasons why we couldn’t be together, couldn’t touch, or kiss, or feel each other, all seemed to disappear.
No matter how hard we tried to fight against it, the magnetic pull between us was too damn strong to resist. We were on a runaway train toward something inevitable, something that would surely change everything if we weren’t careful.Fuck being careful. If he keeps touching and kissing me like this, I mightfuck around and cancel this whole healing thing and give in to the tingling in my pussy.
I surrendered to the powerful spell he had over me, releasing all my doubts as our kiss deepened. Everything around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us locked in the moment. We didn’t belong to each other, but the way he touched me sure made it feel like we did. I didn’t mind pretending for the moment. The fire continued to crackle, enveloping us in a quiet embrace as our tongues danced like the flames. Oak buried his head in my neck and started pressing kisses there too.
My breath huffed into the night air. I didn’t know if it was more passion or frustration. Either way, I couldn’t stop my hands from grabbing at his muscular arms and hoodie, pulling him closer. As much as I knew I needed to pull away, I couldn’t. I hadn’t been kissed like that in what seemed like years, and his touch let me know I belonged in the hands of a grown-ass man.
There was nothing cautious about the way he kissed me. There was no hesitation. No second doubt. All there was between us was this unspeakable need—a thirst that could only be quenched by him. By the time I’d come up for air, my entire body had curved into his lap, and he was stroking the inside of my thigh.
Oak glanced up at me, and I swore I heard his heart thudding through his gray hoodie. It was either his or mine. His hands cradled my ass as my gaze lifted to meet his. We were knocking on trouble’s door and seconds away from putting on our own show for the moon.
There was a moment of hesitation, a silent question hanging in the air. We couldn’t risk getting caught—not by Liv and not by his parents. But we both knew we couldn’t stop the avalanche that had already started between us. The sexual tension was burning hotter than the fire in front of us.
Oak’s strong hands teased every edge of me as I moaned against his lips, eager for another kiss as my body meshed against his like a moth to a flame. The moonlight swirled around us as I reached up to cup his handsome cocoa-brown face, running my fingers over his beard as the weight of all those years of longing came crashing down on me like an avalanche. If there was ever a question about if there was something more between us or if it was all in my head, I knew it was real. The feelings never left if I was being completely honest.
We continued our slow make out session, and before I knew it, his hand had slipped underneath the blanket and past the elastic band of my sweatpants. I instantly bit down on my bottom lip to stifle a moan as he pushed my panties to the side and finger fucked me by the fire.
A delicate moan slipped past my lips. “Mmm, shit,” I whispered in his ear. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Mm-hmm. This pussy mine, right?” he proposed while slipping another finger inside.
I gasped for air, filling my lungs to capacity. All I could do was nod in agreement.
“And you gon’ let me taste what’s mine whenever I want and wherever I want, right?”
I bobbed my head again. That nigga had me doing whatever he said like my name was Siri.
“Use your words, Alexis. I wanna hear you say it.”
“Y-yes,” I trembled, letting out a swoosh of air past my lips.
Oak kissed me again upon my acknowledgment. It was intense and wet, causing my nipples to become erect and poke through my shirt.
“Let me taste you right now.”
He set me back in my original seat before getting on his knees and yanking my sweats and panties by the waistband. I eased the lower half of my body up, and they slid down to my ankleswith ease, exposing my pussy to the cool night air. I didn’t care, not about the chill, not about the fact that I was sneaking around with him while my best friend and her parents slept peacefully thirty feet away from us, and damn sure not about Pat. I’d never felt so reckless. So free. So fucking good.
Oak spread my thighs like smooth peanut butter on toasted bread. His grip tightened, fingers from one hand digging into my aching flesh while he rubbed my clit in slow circles with the other. And within seconds, his tongue slipped between my warm folds, and his juicy lips were against my clit like a magnet. His long tongue wrote metaphors and similes across my soft folds, making my sweet spot glisten under the moonlight.
