Coveted: An Alpha Male Romance (10 page)

“Thank you, Teddie. I have it from here.”

Since he knew that Roc was inside, he allowed me inside of my home alone and closed the door, to unload my many Akira bags in the foyer. I couldn’t figure out which was more stressful; dodging bullets or having Teddie’s scary ass constantly on my tail. Yet, I knew that Roc felt safest when either he or his henchmen had me in their eyesight, so, with all that had been going on, I obliged.

Daddy was in the living room, nursing a glass of Cognac, staring blankly at the television. When he saw me coming in, the once stern and calculating look on his face evaporated and a loving, caring man appeared. I wanted to pry into all of the secret conversations that he was having last night, but I didn’t want to stress him out further with my women’s intuition. I kicked my pumps off on my way to him and my lips found his immediately.

“Hi, Daddy.”

With those words, I saw his body relax as if it hadn’t all day. “Hey, Baby.”

Instead of causing us both more stress by talking about the obvious, I opted to sit on the floor between his legs and tell him about my day as he played in my hair. But his strong fingers could only play in my curls for so long before my body began to leak out of the seat of my thongs and onto the seams of my skinny jeans. Eager to make our stress go away, I turned around on my knees, as he made casual conversation about having dinner with Gabe and Tanisha soon, and began to rub his length that was already somewhat erect underneath the shorts that he was wearing.

Adorning an amused and erotic grin, he asked, “What are you doing, Baby?”

I matched his smirk. “What do you think?”

Without additional words he sat his glass on the end table. However, instead of allowing me to please him as I wished, he stood and sat me on the couch. Now kneeling before me, he pushed my sundress up to my waist and began to massage my already pulsating mound.

Instantly, my head rested back on the couch with my eyes closed, anticipating the moment that his mouth met my pussy. He adjusted my legs on his shoulder and began to slowly kiss me from my knees to the most sensitive part of my inner thighs. On each leg he did that, teasing me with deep, sensual tongue kisses. He was enjoying this erotic, passionate torment. I lifted my head and saw his devilish smile as he explored every part of my lower body with his lips and tongue, except the eager pussy that awaited him. He was in total control, and he knew it. His movements were incredible and erotic. I ached for him to bury his head between my legs and devour the moisture that was flowing from my pussy.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “Please, Daddy.” The anticipating and taunting was killing me.

“Please what, Baby?”

His constant control has always left me speechless as I felt his tongue near my overflowing mound close enough that I felt the hairs of his beard, and then move away, awaiting my answer.

“Please taste me.”

His smile vanished and his beast appeared. With agonizing slowness, he lowered his head until I could feel his breath on my clit. It was pure, erotic torture, so I thrust my hips to meet his lips, and he growled into my cove.

“That’s it, Baby. Feed me that pussy.” With one arm wrapped around my waist, he pulled back my hood. His tongue slowly dragged across it, as if he wanted each and every one of his taste buds to experience tasting me. I felt myself creaming just as his lips wrapped around my hard bud and started to suck. He was slow, deliberate and meticulous with each lick and suck. My pussy was gushing, and I could hear Roc nosily lapping up every drop as his masterful oral performance was heightened with the delightful sensation of a finger penetrating my ass.

“Ah!” I screamed in ecstasy as I gasped from the sudden sensation.

His tongue continued to murderously suck my clitoris as he moved his finger in and out. When another finger entered my last entrance, my body went into an uncontrollable frenzy as I came.

              “Oh my God! Yessss!” I lost control of my body as my hips grinded and whipped in violent circles against his face and fingers.

Roc didn’t stop. He continued his delicious assault between my legs, sending me into numerous, incredible orgasms that left me breathless, weak and with a pounding erotic headache from the constant rush. Slowly withdrawing his fingers from my holes, he released his rock–hard animal with the other hand. Pre–cum leaked from it. He wiped it with his thumb and traced my lips with it. I eyed his dick as I licked my lips and watched it jump. To fuck with him more, I licked my lips eagerly until the taste was gone. His jaws tightened and his eyes slit. He was mad with lust. He grabbed my waist and brought me to the edge of the couch. I was at a perfect height for him to thrust himself inside of me with ease.

“Oh my God.” Each time this man filled me with his cock was like the first time. But each time, I never knew what to expect; passionate love–making, sheer rock–star fucking, back–breaking, hair–pulling strokes that left me speechless and sore in the morning or all of the above. That night, he held onto my waist and lost himself inside of me. Each stroke found its way so deep inside of me that it hurt so good. I could do nothing but hold on to the couch for dear life as our wet, smacking sounds filled the air. His strokes were rapid, precise, and considerate and kept a fast beat. It was sheer, rock–star fucking that brought down orgasm after orgasm.

“Goddamn!” He was hitting a spot so deep inside of me that it promoted a loud, feminine growl from my lips. “Shit! This dick is
so
good!” And I didn’t care if I was so loud that the guards on post outside knew it. He was plunging so deep into my sopping pussy, that I had lost all class. “Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Oh!... My! … God!”

I was babbling like a fool, withering and gyrating in immense pleasure. I was spiraling violently towards yet another orgasm that was coming from the depths of my soul. As he drove his length deeper and more persistently, I felt it pulsating. He was coming. I had cum too many times to count, so just as his eyes closed and a, “Urrgh,” left his mouth, I hopped up, took his dick into my hands and drank him.

“FUCK!” His voice bounced off of the walls. “URRGH!” His body was tensed. His hand was firmly on my back. He wanted to push me away but it felt too fucking good to him to end his torture. “URGH! Goddamn it!” Each moan turned me the fuck on, and I kept sucking until the well was dry. “Shit, Baby.”

I finally released him from bondage, allowing him to leave my lips and he collapsed onto the carpet. I collapsed onto the couch. Nothing was in the air but our bodies heaving as we attempted to come down off our high and back to the stress of our tense reality. He had lustfully murdered me, but I knew that, even if for a moment, I had taken him to bliss. I wished that I could keep him in that happy place because that is where I had been since the first time he took me.

2010

Four months after styling me for my first date with Roc, Courtney was once again in my bedroom, dressing me for another night with Roc. I wasn’t so boojie that I required a stylist every time that I went on a date. However, like our first date, tonight was special, so I wanted to look my best.

“You know what him cooking you dinner at his house means, right?”

I assumed; that was why I wanted to look my best, but I played dumb just to be entertained by Courtney's commentary. “I think it means that he wants to be nice and cook his girlfriend dinner… No?”

Courtney sucked his teeth. “Hell no! It means that he wants to have sex with you!”

I pretended to play with my curls in the mirror in order to hide my blushing from Courtney.

Yet, he was too busy busting my balls to see it. “I can’t believe you have been making that man wait for four months.”

“I haven’t
made
him wait.”

“Then what’s the hold up?”

“I’m scared!” I admitted. “Things are so good between us. They are perfect, actually. Sex complicates things and makes them messy. It would break my heart if things changed between us.”

“Well, if you’re scared to have sex and don’t want to, take your Bible with you.”

A loud laugh ran fugitive from my throat. “My Bible? Why?”

“Yes, and keep it near you, that way you won’t take your clothes off. It’s hard to take your clothes off with Jesus in the room.”

Needless to say, I was cracking up.

Courtney smiled devilishly. “I know why you’re scared to give him the cookies… You know that once he gives it to you, your head is going to pop off!”

“Whatever, Courtney!”

“Seriously! That man looks like he can lay some
pipe
, hunny!”

I sighed deeply to control the butterflies in my stomach as the truth of my fears created chill bumps all over my skin.

I was very aware of Roc’s potential in the bedroom. He was beyond passionate without even touching me. He signaled orgasms within me with his words or a simple kiss. I could only imagine what he could do to me once he was literally inside of me.

I was really scared to death of having sex with this man. His power was unsettling. In his presence, I was like putty. I had no control of my usually strong, stubborn emotions. The fact that he had power over my emotions without ever penetrating me was frightening. Scarier was the fact that, since I had so prematurely given myself to him emotionally, he also had the power to hurt me. Yet, unlike any other man in my life, he never did. He had never hurt me, so I also knew that I had nothing to fear… besides falling so in love that there was no turning back.

“Look at you.” I looked at Courtney through the full length mirror. He was sitting on the couch smiling at me. It wasn’t a teasing smile this time. He was admiring me. “You want you some of that man.”

“Whatever,” I shied away.

“Don’t whatever me, girl! You know you want some of that
cock
.”

I spun around. “Ewe! Cock?”

“What? That’s what they call it. They don’t say, ‘Take this dick.’ They say…” Then his usual feminine voice dropped to an octave that I had never heard it. “... ‘Take this
cock
.’”

We both started cracking up!

“Don’t you ever drop your voice that low again. It’s creepy,” I warned through laughs so hard, that I was bent over and heaving. “Have you ever slept with a White man?”

He smiled wickedly as he waved a finger in the air. “I have, as a matter of fact… Once… He was the landlord and the rent was due… Now I own the building, girl!”

I shook my head. “You’re so crazy.
Anyway
, it’s not all about sex with me and Roc. We have an emotional connection that’s deeper than sex.”

We did. Our moments together were so damn intimate that we didn’t need to have sex. I think that’s why for four months it hadn't happened yet. Sometimes I wondered why he hadn’t at least tried, but, like I had grown to learn to do, I trusted him when it came to me and us.

Rolling his eyes, Courtney told me, “That’s real cute and all, but gon’ give that white man some of that thick, milk chocolate. He’s dying to have it.”

“How do you know? He’s never even tried.”

Roc and I had spent a lot of time together, but, gosh, we had never even spent the night with one another, let alone gone beyond kissing.

“Well, get ready, because tonight
he is
.”

Rocco de Michele

I had every intention of making Yanna mine that night. I loved her, there was no denying that. I had never told her that. We hadn’t exchanged those sentiments yet. But it was obvious to her by now that I had loved her since I was a kid. I loved her enough to spend the last four months showing her that I was better than any other man that she had experienced or thought she wanted to. I had intently spent this time fucking her mind because once I fucked her physically; I never planned to let her go.

But I couldn’t wait any longer. Tonight was the night; otherwise I was going to go fucking insane. She had never asked why I hadn’t pursued her sexually. I figured she appreciated being in this relationship without being hounded about sex. But I also knew that once I took the lead, she would follow it.

So that’s exactly what the fuck I did.

“Wow, it smells great in here.”

Like I had anticipated, Yanna was taken aback by the overwhelming smell of my “special sauce,” which was not your typical marina sauce. It was a recipe handed down to me from my grandmother, Cecily that included a variety of meatballs and sausages. The meat juices gave the sauce a rich taste that were enhanced from hours of low and slow cooking. Since traditional Italian meals take so long to prepare, I had to send one of the driver’s to pick up Baby.

“Teddie didn’t scare you, did he?”

Teddie was big and intimidating. Initially, his full facial hair, threatening tattoos, scars and intimidating size was menacing. But he was one of very few people that I would trust Baby in the hands of.

She smiled. “I was raised in the projects. Very few people scare me, Roc.”

“I figured. You’re a big girl.”

I saw her shiver in response to the intimacy that she knew was in my words. She tried to hide it as she took off her coat, but I could see her blushing through her curls as she placed her jacket on the back of the couch.

Ho–ly shit.

Now that she had gotten rid of that jacket, I could see every fragment of her. She had worn a pair of jeans that fit her like a pair of gloves. Her ass looked so kissable in them. The high heels that she wore made it stand up at attention, hypnotizing me with each sway of her enticing, curvy hips. Her smooth brown skin was revealed in an off–the–shoulder shirt, and I fought the urge to run up to her and kiss each of them.

I was so speechless as I took her in that I was mentally preoccupied as she walked up to me, hugged and kissed me. I didn’t realize that she was so close to me until her breasts rubbing against my chest caused my cock to grow as hard as fucking concrete.

Fuck. Do we even have to eat dinner?

But I knew that we did, so I regretfully led her to the dining room table that was already set and waiting for her. Caprese salad and Gnocchi del Mare, which was shrimp and crab in a creamy parmesan sauce with roasted red bell pepper tossed with gnocchi, and Pane Casareccio bread was already waiting buffet style, so we dug right in.

I tried to talk to her about her day, but I honestly didn’t give a fuck about how her day went. Staring at her full, suckable lips as she smiled and talked was like fucking torture. I wanted them wrapped around my tool so bad that I couldn’t think straight, so I just nodded and hoped that Baby got full fast.

At the time, I was living in a bachelor pad that I hired an interior decorator to deck out. It was a two bedroom condo on the North Side with Lake Michigan as its backyard. With the floor to ceiling picture window facing the lake and candles lit, we ate in the perfect intimate setting that I was planning for.

“Gosh, that was good.” Baby slightly pushed her plate away and smiled at me. “You’re a really good cook. Do I have to return the favor?”

“You don’t want to cook for me, Baby?”

She bashfully played with her hair. She always tried to play off the way that her body responded to me, but I saw it every time. “Of course. I just don’t know if I can compete with this.”

“Can you cook?”

“Do you eat soul food?”

“C’mon now. I was born and raised in the city. What do you think?”

She giggled. “True, but I didn’t think that your parents would have let you close enough to our kind to get the taste of some soul food.”

I swallowed that truth and admitted, “Once I was old enough, I ate at a few friend’s houses. I love baked macaroni and cheese and dressing… That was a hint.”

She smiled. “Hint taken.”

“Dessert?”
Please say no.

She exhaled and rubbed her stomach. “Not if I don’t want to have to do an extra mile in the morning. Tanisha is already going to kill me when she hears that I inhaled all of these carbs.” The smile that then spread across her face made me fall in love all over again. “It was worth it though.”

Did she just fucking lick her lips?

I glared at her, staring at her so intensely that she couldn’t shy away. Then I licked my lips as I raised my glass and spoke into it before I took a sip of the Cognac. “I already told you, don’t lose too many of my curves.”

She giggled nervously.

“I’m serious. I love your body. It’s not fragile. I don’t have to worry about how hard I fuck you.”

It looked like the color had left her face and she’d stopped breathing. But I continued to let her know what was about to happen to her. “You have a body like the finest automobile, and I think I might end up with a bad case of road rage if you don’t let me see every inch of it right now.”

She looked at me like I was weird. I know, it was a bit aggressive and random, but I couldn’t take this shit anymore. She stared at me, wondering how serious I was, and the look that I gave her back told her that I absolutely was.

I saw her swallow… hard. “Right now?”

To answer her, I stood, grabbed her hand and brought her to her feet. “
Right
fucking
now
.”

I couldn’t take it. It had been four months of being next to her, smelling her, touching the arch of her back, kissing her, and holding her curves in my hands. I had been such a damn gentlemen, and that was from the heart. Now, she was about to get the best fucking ride of her life, and it too would be absolutely from the heart.

My bedroom was only a few feet away, and I think I dragged the poor girl the entire way there. I was ready to devour every portion of her, but, as I sat her on the bed, I saw hesitation in her eyes.

“What do you want, Baby?”

She gazed at me and those beautiful eyes made me selfish, for once. I couldn’t give a fuck what she wanted with her staring into my eyes with that beautiful face and that body. I sat beside her, gently grabbed her by the throat, but didn’t choke her. I saw her chest began to rise as her breathing turned into a pant just as I kissed her so deep that she forgot whose air she was breathing.

“What do you want, Baby?” I asked her again without breaking our kiss. “Tell me.”

She pulled away. As she stared into my eyes, evidence of our kiss was all her lips and it made my cock solid, as she found words, “I want to be the first thing that you touch in the morning and the last thing that you taste at night.”

I literally growled into our kiss.

Fuck
.

I was the aggressor. I was controlling. But there were a few moments that Baby was able to take my breath away, and, damn it, that was one of them.
I
was speechless, and she took advantage of her defeat by straddling me and kissing me rough and passionately. I had lost all control. All my life I had wanted nothing but to be inside of this woman, to be skin to skin with this beautiful beast, and the fact that it was happening and she wanted it just as much as I dreamed of was fucking insane to me.

Her hands went beneath my shirt. She lightly ran her nails against my skin as she felt my chest. I could feel my cock struggling to free itself as she broke our kiss only long enough to take my shirt off. She had the nerve to lick her lips as she took in the sight of my bare chest.

Who is this woman?

I mean, I liked her, but where in the hell had she been the last four months?