Page 18 of All’s Fair In Love & War (The Bulgari Cartel #2)
Love’s Calling
Khalil
The haze of sleep clung to my brain, but the heat waking my body wasn’t subtle. My dick was throbbing, hard as a fucking brick, and the wet, rhythmic sucking around it told me this wasn’t the normal routine wakeup call.
My hand slid under the sheets on instinct, and the second my fingers brushed over soft, wet lips, a low growl rumbled in my chest.
“Shit,” I hissed, biting down on my bottom lip as my hips bucked up into a tight, warm mouth.
My eyes cracked open, blinking against the faint light creeping through the curtains. The sheets clung to my legs, but the cool air kissing my skin didn’t do shit to cool the fire stoking between my thighs.
I jerked the blanket back, and there Tandy was, my favorite troublemaker, perched between my legs like she owned my dick.
Her thick lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, her cheeks flushed, lips stretched and slick with spit.
Her smirk was pure sin as she slid me back between her lips, her tongue teasing the tip before she took me deeper.
My hand tangled in her hair, gripping hard enough to make her moan. “When I told you to wake me up, I didn’t mean like this, but I'm not complaining,” I grunted, my voice rough with sleep and need. “This how you feeling?”
She pulled back just enough to smirk at me, her lips wet and swollen. “Mmm-hmm. Good morning, sleepyhead,” she purred before swallowing me down again.
“You tryna start some shit early, huh?”
I closed my eyes, guiding her movements and setting the pace I wanted.
“Always. You taste so good,” she moaned, her nails digging into my thighs as she eased me deeper into her throat.
“That’s right, baby. Eat that dick.” I clenched, watching her eyes water when she gagged.
Her mouth flooded with spit and her nostrils flared as she fought to take me all the way down, and fuck, it was the sexiest shit I had ever seen.
I slid my hand down the side of her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “My nasty girl.”
“Forever and always,” she replied, her tongue twisting around me.
Her hand dropped to my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before taking all of me back into her mouth. I grabbed both sides of her head and held it still, sinking until her lips touched the base.
“Ugh. Hold on,” she choked, pulling back, lips parted. “I need a second to catch my breath.”
I gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
“No, you don’t,” I growled. “You need to to keep choking on this dick and thank me for not making you beg for it.”
Tandy giggled, the sound touching every nerve as she sucked me back into her mouth and slipped her hand between her legs to rub herself. She liked when I talked to her crazy. It turned her on. She loved to be used.
“If you enjoy this so much, then don’t play with it. Make it a routine. Every time I wake up in your bed, this is how we start the day.”
She pulled back just enough to flash a wicked smile. “What if I’m not hungry?”
“Then open wide, and eat this dick like it’s the only thing keeping you alive anyway. Breakfast is the most important meal. Don’t skip it.”
She laughed, then made her throat convulse around me. I let out a low groan, my hips pushing up into that tight heat.
“Fuck, Tandy. You love this shit, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, her tongue flicking against the underside of my dick.
“That’s my girl,” I growled, my hand tightening in her hair as I thrust deeper into her throat, watching her struggle to take it.
My head fell back against the pillow as a rough groan tore from my throat. She was working me over like she was trying to drag my soul through me.
"Damn, girl," I rasped between clenched teeth as pleasure coiled tighter in my gut.
I yanked at her hair again with more force than before, setting a brutal rhythm that had spit dripping down onto her chin.
I anchored her face with a bruising grip under her jaw, forcing her to keep her eyes locked on mine as she choked herself on my dick.
"That's it, baby. Take it all. Swallow it down.” I grunted as her throat constricted deliciously around my throbbing shaft. "Shit! Fuck! I'm about to nut."
Grabbing fistfuls of hair at each temple, I yanked her head back, forcing Tandy's head still while slamming brutally into her mouth.
Pleasure slammed into me, obliterating any semblance of control as I erupted, flooding her stomach with thick ropes of cum.
Stars dance behind my closed eyelids and an animalistic growl ripped from deep inside.
I gasped for breath like a man on death row granted clemency seconds before execution, my chest rapidly rising and falling in time with the beating of my heart. My teeth clenched, my breaths were ragged, and my body twitched with every ruthless pulse until the last one left me empty and spent.
Tandy licked her lips, removing any evidence left over from what she had just done, her eyes heavy with satisfaction as she crawled up my body to straddle me.
"Now, are you finally awake?" she teased, dragging her nails over my chest.
I exhaled, still catching my breath. "Awake and then some," I admitted, gripping her hips. "But you know I can’t stay. Got shit to do."
With a heavy sigh, she rolled off me, her body extending like a lazy cat as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Cool air hit my skin when I stood, stretching out the lingering tension in my muscles. I grabbed my pants from the floor and slipped them on, followed by my shirt and shoes.
Tandy watched me the whole time, tracking my every move.
My phone rang, cutting through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, and I glanced at the screen, seeing Bats' name flashing across it.
Tandy arched a brow. "Tell Bats I’ma fuck him up. He knows not to pull up to my house to pick up all this good dick this early," she fussed, teasingly, making me chuckle when she pointed between my legs.
Ignoring her, I snatched my phone off the dresser and answered with a sigh. "Be down in five minutes."
Bats grunted on the other end. "Hurry up."
Without another word, I ended the call and checked my pockets for my wallet.
When I was sure I had everything, I grabbed my keys and gun from the dresser, tucking the weapon securely into my waistband.
My gaze flicked back to Tandy, who was still lounging in bed, stretched out like she had no care in the world. Her body was a goddamn masterpiece.
Mahogany skin gleamed under the soft morning light, and her curves, draped in nothing but silk sheets, spread wide, accentuating her hourglass figure. She was a sight worth fucking up a schedule for, but that would never be me. I had shit to do.
“You’ve been a good girl, so I dropped a few bands in your account,” I said, sliding my phone into my pocket and adjusting my watch. “Go treat yourself.”
Tandy raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curving into a slow smile. “A few bands?” She rolled onto her back, her robe slipping just enough to tease me. “Is that your way of saying thank you without actually saying it?”
I smirked. “That’s my way of saying you earned it.”
She sat up, legs crossed, cool as ever. “Mmm. You right. I did handle you last night and this morning.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“You never do,” she said, eyes dropping to the gun I was sliding into my waistband.
I let out a short laugh. “I never said you weren’t the best at what you do.”
She stood and walked toward me, robe clinging to every curve like it knew its job. “I’m the best, and I’m just thorough. Don’t forget that.”
I watched her, lips twitching. “Thorough, huh?”
She leaned in, brushing her fingers across my chest, then looked up with that smug glint in her eye. “Yeah, thorough. Too bad you don’t have time for one more round. I would really show you how I put it down since you’re questioning my thoroughness.”
“If I didn’t have shit to handle, I would let you show me,” I replied, my dick hardening with the thought of having her lips wrapped around him again.
“And that would be the reason you never stop coming back.” She shrugged like it was just a fact, not a flex.
“And you call me cocky.”
“And as you say, I’m not cocky. I’m confident,” she replied, making me chuckle.
“Sure you are.”
Tandy tapped her finger against my chest, then turned away, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. “You don’t admit it, Khalil. I know what it is.”
I reached for the door, but paused, giving her one last look. She was standing in the light, robe barely closed, skin glowing like she belonged on a damn billboard.
“I hear you. Just make sure you look good next time I see you,” I said.
She gave me a dry look over her shoulder. “Don’t I always?”
“You do.”
She smirked. “Exactly. Now go handle your business. I got a nail appointment and some of your money to spend.”
I shook my head, chuckling as I opened the door. Tandy knew she was trouble, and she wore it well.
A moment later, I stepped out of her apartment, and she locked the door behind me. I headed for the elevator as I checked my phone. Business mode was activated, and the world outside her bedroom was creeping back in.
My phone buzzed again. It was Bats.
I exhaled, rubbing my hand over my jaw before answering. “Don’t rush me,” I spat, and Bats grunted.
“Hurry the fuck up then,” he replied, and I clicked the line as I stepped into the elevator.
It didn’t take me long to get to the bottom floor and out the door. Bats was parked near the entrance, already strapped into the passenger seat, knowing how much I hated how he drove. I guess he didn’t want to argue with me about it today.
“About time, cupcake ass nigga,” Bats said the moment I slipped into the driver’s seat.
“Shut yo’ ass up. The only cupcake in this muthafucka is you.” I revved the engine and peeled away from the curb. “As soon as you get on the phone with sis, you start cheesing and acting real pussy whipped.”