Page 4 of Taming a Menace

“I’m trying to eliminate the self-pity and replace it with whatever puts that gorgeous smile on your face permanently.”

“You’re doing a good job of bullshitting me. I’ll give you that.”

“Never been a bullshitter, beautiful. That’s one of my biggest problems.”

“I bet.”

“So yes or no to dessert?” he asked.

“If it’s something light, I’ll indulge.”

“I can do light,” he said, nodding as he moved over to the big trunk he’d brought along with him.

I watched in awe as he whipped, mixed, and blended a concoction that looked like pancake batter. I thought he was making a cake until I saw the consistency of it.

“What does your name mean?” he asked, catching me off guard.

“Believe it or not, I get that question a lot.”

“I can believe it.”

“In some languages, it means moonlight; in others, it’s island. I don’t know what my parents were thinking because when I used to ask them what my name meant neither of them even knew.” I laughed.

“Well it’s beautiful. That’s probably all they were thinking. Women are like the moon,” he noted.

“How so?” I asked, drawing my brows together as I finished my third drink.

I was really feeling a buzz, but that didn’t stop me from filling my glass again.

I liked the way my inhibitions fell away and allowed me to entertain the handsome, alluring stranger in my kitchen.

It was the best conversation I’d had in months.

Whatever I needed to do to keep the same energy, I would do.

“The moon has a twenty-eight-day cycle just like the fairer sex. Woman is nurturing, intuitive, cyclical in the way she ebbs and flows with her emotions. And another thing, y’all are always cold as hell.”

“Like the moon, huh?” I asked, intrigued by his logic.

He turned to the stove but kept talking. “Absolutely. Like the moon, sometimes she’s dark. Sometimes she’s light. She’s a reflection of her sun.”

“So I take it that man is her sun.” I observed.

His head bobbed slowly as he answered. “Now you get me. It’s all about balance.”

“Not exactly, but I’m tipsy enough to buy it.”

“I’ll take that.” He shrugged.

“You already know my status, but I haven’t asked you about yours. Are you single?”

“I asked for your number remember?”

“That doesn’t mean you’re single. Are you seeing someone?”

“No, ma’am,” he replied, shaking his head.

“Is there a reason a handsome, talented man such as yourself is single? Don’t tell me you’re a player,” I teased.

“I mean, I can’t pretend that I haven’t done my thing in my day. I’ve done my fair share of playing.”

“Noted.”

“There’s always room for funnel cake,” he said, turning and dazzling me with a broad smile.

I don’t know what was sexier, Key or the funnel cake drizzled with berries and chocolate.

“Oh my God! Do you know how much I love funnel cake?”

“I didn’t, but you mentioned theme parks, and it gave me an idea. I was going to make tiramisu.”

“For the record, tiramisu might be one of my favorites.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

“You’re not gonna have any?” I asked when he placed it in front of me.

“Nah, I’m hungry for something else. I don’t think more food is going to satisfy me.”

“I feel you.” I nodded before putting my attention on the delectable dessert. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t at least have a taste while it was still warm and crispy. “Is this blackberry on top?” I asked as I plucked a generous piece of the funnel cake and popped it in my mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“This is delicious, Key. I feel horrible for eating while you’re washing dishes.”

He laughed. “I do this for a living, beautiful. I keep telling you I’m used to watching people eat.”

“Still it feels so weird.” I cringed.

“I get that. Just know that I don’t think I could ever get tired of watching you. Not watching you is the problem.”

“What if I like it?” I asked, emboldened by multiple glasses of scotch.

“I would say that’s good because I can’t take my eyes off you even if I wanted to.”

“What if I want more than your eyes on me?” I questioned.

He didn’t answer immediately, causing me to lower my eyes back to the miniature funnel cake.

I tore off another piece and took my time savoring the berry and chocolate topping.

I couldn’t get over how good it was. As I chewed, I lifted my eyes to chance a glance at Key.

He was busy drying the dishes that he’d washed and storing everything back in his crate.

“I didn’t know your services included cleaning,” I mentioned, hoping to bring us back to where we were before I offered myself up to a stranger.

“The best kitchen is a clean kitchen. I clean as I cook, but I always do a thorough cleaning after I’m done. My mind won’t let me leave a mess,” he said, looking up after closing the lid on his supplies.

“That’s a good practice.”

“Mm hm. I think so too,” he muttered, taking long strides to close the space between us. “Now back to what you were saying.”

I felt the heat from his body as his large frame surrounded mine. I jumped slightly when his hands landed on my waist. His chest pressed against my back as he buried his face in my neck and inhaled. My pussy throbbed as she and I both anticipated his next move.

“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Iyla,” he demanded.

My name dripped from his lips like honey, making my panties even wetter.

Suddenly it was a thousand degrees in the kitchen.

It was crazy how bad I wanted this man. Part of me felt silly for wanting to have sex with a stranger.

I was the girl who never threw caution to the wind.

I liked to play it safe. Safe had gotten me made a fool of.

For once I wanted to do something just because I wanted to. I could worry about the consequences later. Using my fingers, I removed one of his hands from my waist and slid it between my thighs. Key’s low groan made his chest rumble and my center ache.

“Use your words, beautiful,” he demanded. “I need verbal consent.”

“Touch me there,” I whispered.

Gently he kissed my neck as his huge hands parted my thighs.

Using the pads of his fingers, he made slow circles against my swollen clit through my panties.

I drew in a ragged breath as his other hand found its way under my dress.

His fingers pinched my nipple, sending a current straight to my pussy.

Having someone’s hands on me other than mine for a change felt so good. Still I wanted more. I parted my thighs more so that I could slide my panties to the side then used my hand to put his fingers on my bare skin.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” He simpered as his lips pressed into the back of my neck.

Heat trickled from my pussy as he circled my bud at an agonizingly slow pace. Desperate for more of him, I arched my back, pushing my ass against the intimidating bulge in his pants.

I was drunk. Not just from the expensive ass scotch that I had been guzzling. Key was intoxicating. I knew he would be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on him. I just thought I had more restraint. Key’s free hand caressed my body as he continued to work me over with the other.

“Turn around, baby. Let me see you,” he instructed.

For a second, I was glued in place. I knew that if I turned to face him I was likely to burst into flames.

Plus not looking at him helped me to disassociate from what was happening.

It had been forever since someone other than myself touched me.

This was foreign, but it felt so damn good.

I needed to stay caught up in the moment for this to work.

Looking at him might bring me back to my senses.

“Turn around, Iyla,” he ordered.

The bass in his voice made me turn without hesitation.

Steadying my breath, I repositioned myself until I faced him.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he moved both of his hands to my thighs.

I watched with bated breath as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me.

My chest rose and fell as his eyes drifted from mine down to my pussy.

“Can I taste it, Iyla?” he asked, never taking his eyes off the prize.

“Yes,” I hissed, unsure of why that came out.

I didn’t know this man. At the same time, I had never wanted anything more than I wanted his mouth on me. He didn’t give me time to change my mind before he gripped my thighs and draped them over his shoulders. He licked his lips and mumbled something before putting his whole face in my pussy.

His tongue was warm against my slick opening as he French kissed my purring kitty.

He groaned as he sucked my clit between his lips and tugged gently.

I threw my head back and moaned as he stuck two fingers into my throbbing tunnel.

I could feel my girl clenching around his fingers, hungry to be filled.

Flattening his tongue, he started to make slow circles against my swollen bud.

“Just like that,” I whispered, closing my eyes to focus on the pure pleasure I felt in the moment.

Following my instruction, he kept the same tempo until my essence flowed from me like a river. My jaw went slack, and I cried out uncontrollably as he continued to feast on my aching flesh.

“Your pussy is so wet,” he noted as he stood to his feet. “Can I feel it, Iyla?”

“You got condoms?” I asked, struggling to catch my breath.

I was floating on air but still had the wherewithal to think about protection. I didn’t have my own because I hadn’t used one in years. Hopefully, he did. I didn’t want something so technical to ruin an otherwise perfect moment.

“Yeah.” He nodded, never taking his eyes off me.

“OK.”

“I need a yes or no, Iyla.”

Why did he keep saying my name like that?

“Yes.” I nodded my head to confirm.