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CHAPTER 5

A kira

Drill released my neck, and I gulped. Goosebumps covered parts of my body. The cool breeze coming the AC wafted with the mixture of Saira standing in front of Drill and I with so much lust and admiration in her eyes. The man above was playing wicked games or maybe this was his devious enemy reckoning with a force to start something that wasn’t supposed to happen. My mouth parted open looking over her beautiful body with my eyes. I mean damn, I knew she was beautiful because attached to her was a pretty face. To ease my nerves, I took a deep breath and smiled at her.

“Hey,” I greeted her and nudged for Drill to do the same.

“Wassup,” he spoke with a slight head nod.

“Good evening,” she purred seductively. “I see that you’re still dressed. Of course, you know for a deep tissue massage full nudity is required and I didn’t see any exclusions when you filled out the paperwork,” she spoke to me then looked at Drill. “Will you be joining her today?”

He shook his head no. “Nah. Make sure you be gentle with my baby though. I put a hurtin’ on this pussy last night,” he smirked, making me nudge him again.

“Ohhh,” she giggled, showcasing a pretty smile, but my cheeks became heated. “You can take a seat on the bench over there while I observe Akira here,” she nodded her head towards the bench.

Marking his territory, he craned his neck and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead then whispered something in Saira’s ear. When he leaned up a soft smile appeared on her pretty face, making me ponder what he told her.

My eyes followed him, and my gaze remained fixated on him. He was the perfect version of the man I wanted in my life, desperately, I prayed to God for the man in my life to resemble my father. He was a stand-up guy and never treated my mother less than. Throughout the years, I have to admit I plead guilty to accepting less than that. Since our sexcapade during Christmas, I found myself hooked within the depths of him, never wanting to experience the joys of another being. However, curiosity was running rapid through my mind, never finding a safe place to rest and shut the fuck up. Saira standing here now had to mean something. It wasn’t like after last night I was given orders to avoid her and the conversation we indulged in last night didn’t go as far as what we did for a living. She got straight to the point, showcasing her sexual urge for me and didn’t bite her tongue.

Drill’s dark chocolate, muscular arms were spread like an eagle's wings across the back of the bench as he watched us with a burning desire and infatuation in his deep mahogany brown eyes.

I jumped out of my skin when I felt Saira’s hand glide across my exposed shoulder. “Sssh, just relax Akira,” she whispered in my ear. Her breath smelled like something sweet. “Can I undress her please?” she supplicated Drill.

Instead of darting my head towards him to see his reaction, I figured he gave her the okay to do so when she gripped the top of my sleeveless fitted dress, and pulled it down, purposely gliding her fingers across my nipples. I lifted my feet off the cold marble floor for a millisecond so she could pick up the dress and hang it on the door. My heart was beating rapidly through my chest so damn loud, I thought Drill would hear it. The blunt we smoked earlier had me feeling a slight buzz, but it was slowly starting to wear off. I’ve gotten massages before but never one to this degree. When Jalisa recommended this place, she didn’t mention this shit and I get massages like clockwork because of my demanding lifestyle. To me, it’s a luxury I feel like every woman or man should get accustomed to. There’s nothing like a massage to start off the week or end it after a stressful one.

“You have such a beautiful body Akira,” she whispered in my ear again. “I can’t wait to ease some of your pain, maybe give you something to remember.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at her subtle touch. She wasn’t making me feel what Drill felt but I’ll be damn if she wasn’t close. She walked around me and patted the massage table, signaling me to lay on it. Facing Drill, I tilted my head and spoke with my eyes. God, he looked so fucking fine sitting there looking like a fucking a king… my fucking king. If I wasn’t supposed to do this, or if he didn’t want me to, his eyes would’ve said so. Though last night he said he wasn’t jealous just a tad that somebody other than him got my pussy wet. Jealousy and insecurity aren’t the same and lines aren’t blurred. With a stoic demeanor, Drill is far from an insecure nigga, and I put that on my soul.

Mouthing to me, he uttered with his pink kissable lips, “Lay back, baby.” Slowly nodding my head, I laid back and felt myself become free. Whatever happens happen is the mentality Jalisa told me to succumb to. I guess now, facing Pandora’s Box, I have no choice.

With gentle fingers, she clasped hers with mine and I shivered again. Only this time, the hot oil calmed me down quicker than she could tell me to. She was kind with her motions as if I was a newborn; completely fragile against the flesh and soft like a loaf of bread. Every knuckle and arm kneaded in my body and through every stroke and squeeze she asked me if I was okay. Feeling her body close to mine, by pussy got wetter and wetter. My legs were closed shut, but that didn’t stop her from kneading my clit, softly brushing up against it to tease me. She was turning me on with this illicit foreplay and I was enjoying every bit of it.

“Drill,” she soft voice hummed. My eyes were closed shut as I faced darkness, but my body was being strummed under her fingers like a piano and Siara was the player – a pro. “Can I spread her legs and look at her pussy?”

His deep voice bounced off the walls as he responded, “Long as you know what to do with it and you better catch every fucking drop,” he warned her making me gulp.

She wasn’t in a rush to explore my body as she massaged me, grazing her fingers and knuckles across my body and pressure points. Every deep breath and sigh I released, my mouth was parted open and soft moans escaped. Relaxation swooned me over and this was feeling so good. Surly, I was enjoying the moment and the heights she was coursing through my body making me reach the mountain peak. I’d be fucking lying if I said I didn’t want to cum. I can’t describe anymore, the way she was making my body feel. The more she massaged my nook and crannies, I felt like floating in mid-air. Like usual, I’m used to being in control, but this time my fear of letting a woman explore my body was pushed to the side now and my pussy was in Saira’s hands. If she beckoned me to do anything, I’d bow at her command.

I hissed, feeling a rush of cool air slap my clit as she parted my legs open. Just as the cool air greeted me, she replaced it with some hot oil, gently wiping her hands across it. “Open a lil’ wider for Daddy baby,” Drill commanded. By now, my thick thighs were hanging off the sides of the massage table. Taking initiative, I held the back of my thighs which caused me to be in a diaper changing position, giving her a full view of my bald pussy, swollen clit and bald asshole. When the hot oil swarmed down to my ass, I released a guttural moan and took a deep breath again.

“Oh my gosh, Drill,” she shrieked. “Her pussy is swollen and it’s so pretty,” Saira muttered with a lust evident in her tone. “So fucking pretty.” I heard her mumble lowly to herself now as she gazed at my pussy with her hazel eyes low and sultry.

Dipping her head down, I zeroed my gaze in on her and anticipated the first lick. The second her warm tongue licked my swollen clit I hissed and threw my head back. Her tongue slowly glided up and down my juicy pussy, making a low moan escaped from my lips.

“You taste so sweet Akira. Ahh fuck, you taste so sweet, just like I imagined you’d taste. Sweet pussy ass girl,” she muttered against my wet flesh.

What I didn’t expect was Drill standing alongside, watching her eat my pussy with intent, daring her to lick or suck on my pussy the wrong way. I didn’t hear him come over towards us, but I figured it wouldn’t be too long before he did. About me, he was selfish and if we went all day without talking to each other, he’d call or feel some type of way if I didn’t text him or at least do our daily check ins. This was deeper than sex and whether Drill knew or not, he was falling for me with sex being the foundation that started this illicit affair.

“Oooooh sssshit,” I whimpered, still holding to my ankles.

Saira wasn’t paying no fucking games, licking and sucking on my pussy trying to take Drill’s spot, almost as if she was spelling her name in Hebrew on my pink flesh with the tip of her tongue. I could feel my pussy contract as I rode the first wave, preparing to come, becoming drenched each time she licked and sucked on my warm center.

As my chest heaved up and down, my breathing accelerated too. Removing my hands from the back of my thighs, my legs stayed pushed back. I consciously placed my fingers on her head and ran my them through her scalp, gently leading her head to where I wanted it to be—not that she needed my help, but I wanted something to grind my face against as I rode my way to ecstasy. I was shocked when Drill grabbed the back of her neck, with his bottom lip between his teeth and his brows creased. My white cream , was dripping down her chin, as she fluttered her wispy eyelashes at him.

“That pretty pussy taste good, don’t it, bitch?” he grunted. “You see why the fuck I’m so fuckin’ crazy ‘bout that shit now. Shit dropped down from heaven and landed in my hands.”

Saira moaned with a slight head nod, because it looked like Drill had a death grip on her neck, so he couldn’t move it much, or barely at all. “Y-yes, she tastes so fucking sweet.”

“Baby, how does it feel?”

Through wet and blurry eyes, I peered over at him and nodded my head before parting my mouth to speak. “Yes, baby. It feels so good,” I shrieked. “I’m about to cum. I’m about to cuuuuum,” I hummed and crashed my head back on the massage table.

“Let me suck on that shit with you.” I heard him say.

Before I could blink and decipher what was happening my stomach caved in as I leaned my head back up and watched Drill and Saira’s tongues swirl over my pussy. They looked like two thirsty ass puppies, lapping up water, feasting on my warm flesh. This shit was crazy! I have so much to tell Jalisa and Lira when I get back, if I’m not ashamed to speak by then, let alone think about this moment. I always said I’ve never been on the wild side, now I wanted to stay and vacation there. Turned out and turned on was something I could get used to. Being with Drill, allowing him to explore my body and claim ownership was something he could pat himself on the back for. Also, he could boast about this because if it wasn’t for him being here making me feel comfortable, talking me through it, I wouldn’t have allowed Saira to suck and lick on me like this.

I don’t know who was doing it, but my flood gates started pouring out of me, feeling my ass hole being tongue fucked and sucked on. Them smacking on my flesh was the only thing that could be heard over the white noise.

“It’s cumminnnnng,” I warned them, and my stomach convulsed over and over. “Ahhhh fuuuuck!” I screamed so loud, I’m sure everyone here heard me.

Still, being greedy, neither of them came up for air, when my juices erupted from my pussy hole like a volcano, they stayed down there and sucked up every drop until my flesh was dry.