Page 25 of Obsessive Love

Her moans and cries pulled my attention from my thoughts, and I gripped my dick.

The faster she moved, the quicker my hand moved.

I wiped the glass of the shower to remove the steam with my free hand and used my other to continue stroking my shit.

The hand under her shirt pushed it up, and my mouth watered at the sight of her tugging at her nipple.

I loved her curvy body. I had nothing against skinny women, but I wanted my woman to have meat on her bones, and Fable was perfect.

“Shit,” Fable hissed, and I licked my lips, pissed that the taste of her pussy was no longer there. When I’d eaten her pussy earlier, it took everything in me not to nut at the first taste. She tasted better than any dessert she could ever create. “Oh fuck.”

“Scream, baby,” I encouraged her as I continued to stroke my dick.

I hadn’t jacked off since I was a young nigga, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I was getting my nut off, or I’d be a cranky ass nigga until I slid into her walls, and I knew that shit wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “Come on, scream for me, Fable.”

“Oh shit!” Fable moaned as her hand moved faster. “Shit!”

“That’s it.” I could tell from how her toes started curling that her orgasm was near. “Come on, baby.”

“Pyrite,” she moaned, and my hand stopped midstroke. She was thinking about me as she played with her pussy? A low chuckle ripped through me. Hell yeah, we were locked in. “Fuck, Pyrite!”

“Cum, Fable,” I groaned as I started moving my hand. “Fucking cum!”

“Yes, sir,” she panted as if she could hear me. “Yes, sir.” Her back arched off the bed, and her mouth fell open as a silent scream ripped through her. My own release spread against the shower wall, and I dropped my head in exhaustion.

“Good night, Itty Bitty,” I said lowly. My deep voice echoed through the bathroom. “Alexa, turn off the TV.”

The TV went off, and I continued to stand in the shower.

The water hit my back, and I stepped to the side to allow it to wash away my nut from the shower wall.

My dick was still hard, but I didn’t let my thoughts go back to Fable.

I grabbed my African net, poured soap onto it, and washed my body.

Once I was done, I got out, put on lotion and deodorant, and then put on my shorts before climbing into bed.

Tomorrow was a new day, and now I was on a mission to show Fable that we were locked in for life.

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen fully dressed with my laptop in hand, to find my kitchen in full effect.

Fable leaned onto the counter, flipping through her notebook.

Ingredients for whatever she was working on littered the countertops, and all I could do was stare at her.

Today, she wore high-waisted jeans, a white fitted tee, and a pair of Dunks. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail.

“Morning,” I said to announce my presence. She looked up without moving her head and stared at me. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to know that every window and door is locked,” she answered, and I nodded. She was still trying to escape, even though she knew I would find her. “I need fresh air.”

“Alright,” I nodded as I walked to the island and set my computer down. “What are you working on?”

“Rhodes’ treat,” she answered. I peeked into the bowl next to her and saw a yellow custard. She moved the bowl from my view and shook her head. “It’s lemon.”

“I figured,” I chuckled. “I wasn’t going to eat it.”

“Nothing I make today is safe for you to sample,” she said as she returned to her notebook. “It all has citrus in it.”

“So, I’m supposed to starve?” I joked, and she shrugged. “Damn, for real?”

“Your food is in the microwave.” She pointed to the microwave mounted on the wall, and I couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at my lips. “But I’m serious, don’t try anything else.”

“What did you make me?” I walked to the microwave and opened it. The sight of blueberry muffins made my stomach growl. They smelled good as fuck. I took the plate out, immediately picked one up, and bit it. It was still warm and tasted amazing. “Fuck, this shit is good.”

“I don’t have to like you to feed you,” she replied.

“Did you eat?” I asked in between bites.

“I did,” she nodded, and I was surprised. The look on my face must’ve been evident because she laughed. “I came to the conclusion that starving myself was the easy way out. I want my life back, and the only way that can happen is if I get the fuck away from you.”

“I ain’t that bad, Itty Bitty,” I said as I passed her.

She was still bent over, focused on her notebook, so when I passed her, I intentionally brushed my dick against her ass.

My shit was still hard from last night, and even though she didn’t know I was aware of her playing with her pussy and thinking of me, I wanted her to see that she wasn’t the only one affected here.

“If you stopped being mean, you’d realize that. ”

“I’ll pass,” she denied and shook her head.

“Alright,” I chuckled, then sat at the island just to be near her. “Since you are working on Rhodes’ shit today, what's the game plan?”

“What time is the Flag football meeting?” she asked, then straightened. Her nipples were rock hard and poking through her shirt. I licked my lips and shook my head instead of doing what I wanted, which would have been pinning her against the wall and sucking on them until she came.

I took a bite of my muffin, chewed, swallowed it, and then looked at my watch. “At ten thirty,” I answered. It was only eight, and now I wondered how long she’d been up. Her face twisted before she sighed and looked at the bowl of lemon custard. “What’s wrong?”

“I need more time,” she replied. “I got a later start than I wanted this morning.”

“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask. I knew she would never admit she was playing with her pussy, though. She was bold but not that bold. “You couldn’t sleep or something?”

“Or something,” she answered. “Is there any way the meeting can be pushed back? I want to get Rhodes’ stuff done and brought to the arena, too, so he can taste it and see if he likes it.”

“Alright,” I nodded. I picked up my phone, texted Rhodes, and told him to stop by my spot on his way to the arena. “What else do you need?”

“Just the extra time,” she answered as she returned to work. “That’s it.”

Her attention was entirely on whatever she was working on, and I let her be. Rhodes stopping by here would give her time to work, and she could figure out the next step on the way to the arena.

I switched to a different text thread and sent Zane a message to make sure she was happy with the time frame I’d given her for renovations at the arena.

Even though Zane was a carpenter, she’d recently partnered with two other people to build and expand her business.

Armani “Baby” Arnold was a DJ and producer who owned a renovation company.

He’d recently moved from only doing residential properties to working on commercial properties.

Their third partner was Yuri Rose, the designer.

The three of them were building one hell of a company.

Zane responded, saying that everything was a go and that she would be in contact with the price later.

Money wasn’t an issue, and she knew that, but I appreciated that she was always upfront about the cost and the reason behind it.

While Fable worked on her recipes, I handled business.

Every so often, I’d look up to see her face twisted, and then it was like she worked out whatever the problem was internally because she’d laugh, shake her head, and get back to baking.

A calendar alert popped up on my screen, and I cleared it and left the kitchen.

I went to my office, grabbed my iPad from my desk, and returned to the kitchen.

Fable’s attention was on her bowl, some of the custard got on her finger, and I wanted so badly to lick that shit off.

She went to the sink and washed her hands, and I called Yamari for their check-in.

“I thought you were going to be late today,” Yamari said after the call connected. She was in her car, more than likely on her way to that boring ass art gallery she worked at. “Where is my friend, Stone?”

“Damn, no hi or nothing today?” I chuckled and shook my head. I understood why Yamari and Fable were friends; they acted a lot alike and were both blunt as hell.

“Not today,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m running late and want to talk to my best friend.”

“Fine,” I said, then pushed the iPad to Fable. “She apparently isn’t in the mood for our small talk today.”

“Because she’s loyal,” Fable replied, turning her attention to the iPad. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I miss you,” Yamari sighed. “Are you okay?”

“I miss you, too,” Fable said and nodded. “I’m okay. Are you okay?”

The doorbell rang, and I got up from the island to give them a moment to catch up. I knew how seriously women took their friendships, especially with a best friend. Just snatching her up fucked up their routine and bond. I walked through the kitchen, into the living room, and to the front door.

“Why the fuck you got this big ass house and not a butler, maid, or nothing?” Rhodes said, stepping into the house.

He looked around and chuckled; even though he’d been here a few times, I never let him past the front door.

“Nigga, you a fuckin’ millionaire and don’t got a damn security guard at the post out there. ”

“Cuz if a nigga bold enough to step on my property, then they don’t care about their life,” I said as I dapped him up. “Now, bring your ass on so Fable can show you what the fuck she has been working on.”

“Oh yeah, Ms. Lady has been in here working, huh?” he smiled and nodded. “It smells like it, too.” He rubbed his stomach. “I can't wait to taste it, too. My mouth wouldn't stop watering when she described it to me yesterday.”

“Yeah,” I laughed and led him to the kitchen.

“Ay, yo spot nice as fuck,” Rhodes complimented me. “But legit, get some security cuz of your woman. You keep the arena locked down because of the women; do the same for the one sharing your bed. Don’t slack on her safety.”

“You're right,” I said as we entered the kitchen. Fable looked up from the iPad at me, then Rhodes, and a smile blossomed on her face.

“You’re here?” she laughed.

“Who’s there?” Yamari asked, and Fable turned the iPad around to show her Rhodes. “Who is that serial killer?”

“Damn, it’s like that?” Rhodes laughed. “I’m a good nigga.”

“I know a serial killer when I see one,” Yamari said, shaking her head. She was no longer in her car and was in an office. “Pyrite, how the fuck you know that black ass country nigga?”

“He’s the captain of my hockey team,” I answered with a chuckle.

“Hockey?” Yamari questioned, and I nodded. “When the fuck did niggas start playing hockey? Especially ones that look like him? Baby, that man is not a hockey player.”

“He is,” Fable said and returned the iPad to face her. “He promised to teach me to ice skate and everything.”

“What’s his name?”

“Rhodes Jeffers,” Fable answered.

While they talked, I went back to my computer and sat down.

Rhodes sat beside me, watching Fable and Yamari go back and forth.

This was the first time I heard about him teaching her to ice skate.

As cool as Rhodes was, that wasn’t going to happen.

If she were going to learn, I would be the only person teaching her.

I took another bite of my muffin and then cleared my throat. I had an itch in my throat that took a minute to go away. I got up, grabbed water from the fridge, drank half, and sat back down. Fable talked to Yamari for a few more minutes, then hung up and got to work with Rhodes.