No Ordinary Love (17 page)

Casey thought of the black beater and lace boy short thongs she had on as Daemon traced the edges of her underwear and thought that he was right.

“I fuckin’ love these panties,” he told her.

“You doin’ a lot of loving tonight,” she told him with a kiss to his neck.

“Ummm,” he palmed both her cheeks and light ground himself into her. “You don’t know the half of it. I’ma hit this from the back.”

Casey licked his left nipple and then looked up at him. “You know I like that.”

Daemon used one hand to grab a handful of her hair. “What else you like?”

One long finger touched his lips. “Shhh, this is my show.”

With that said Casey dropped a light kiss to his lips and then went to work on the rest of his body. Kisses were placed to each of his shoulders, and she continued by licking a line down the middle of his chest and dipped into his belly button to tease it with her tongue. Driving him crazy was her goal.

Daemon was a man who prided himself on control over every situation in his life and tonight she would test his strength when it came to letting someone else handle business.

Anticipation increased his arousal as Casey would soon find out, Daemon suspected as she kissed his hip and hooked her hands in his boxers. She made a move to pull them from him just as Daemon lifted his hips to do the same.

Casey licked her lips at the sight of his enlarged penis. “Ummm,” she hummed. “Now I’m in love.” She held his shaft between hands as she eyed it as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Well, she did want to.

“Tell him about it,” Daemon suggested, closing his eyes.

There was a very throaty laugh. “Oh, I’m about to,” she answered and took him into her mouth.

“Shit, Casey,” he hissed, playing in her hair as she worked her mouth up and down his length while her hand slipped down to massage his balls. She spent ten minutes sucking and jerking before she released him from her mouth to lightly blow on the head.

Daemon sighed as she began to lap at his penis like a lollipop. After a while she began to alternate the laps with beating it against her tongue, which had him in minutes trying to find his way back into her mouth. The grip on her hair tightened as they worked together with him pumping his hips and her taking him as deep into her throat as she could.

He rubbed her face. “You’re doing such a good job, mami. Umm, hmm…You know what it do to me,” he moaned.

The first time he’d said that she had found herself embarrassed, but now it seemed to drive her to do even better. Casey smiled as she felt the first tingle of a spasm begin and increased her pace when his leg muscles tensed.

“Wait,” he gasped out as she continued to suck at him. “Casey, let me just…” He grabbed her by the arm.

“Unt uhn.” Casey showed a little resistance, because for the first time she was really enjoying sucking his dick. She really anticipated what would come out of it.

Daemon was ready to bust, and he desperately wanted to bury himself inside her before he did so. In his mind, he calculated the time it would take for him to recoup, if he let her have her way and decided against it. He pulled away from Casey, who was pouting, until he positioned himself behind her and gripped her hips only to pull them into him.

Casey sent a curious glance over her shoulders only to have him push her upper body onto the bed.

Quickly he pulled the lace boy shorts over her behind and down her thighs. It would take too long for him to take them completely off, he suspected, and assumed correctly when he heard Casey pleading in desperate anticipation of what was to come.

Casey strained back in invitation, but Daemon stilled her with a firm hand to her back.

“You had your turn. Now, I’m in charge,” he told her as he entered her waiting body.

Casey moaned at his demanding back strokes.

Daemon let his head roll back as he continued the motion that connected his body with hers. A hand slapped soft skin.

“Now throw that shit back like you want me to have it,” he instructed.

Casey did as she was told. Excitement driving each movement back. She found that she loved when he hit it from the back.

He lost control, just went wild with putting it in. The reigns of control were shifted from him to her and then back to him. She knew that in the end that the reserved Daemon Hicks would be making all types of demands on her body. Demands that she would gladly meet head on.

Casey worked her body with his until she heard the magic words that meant he was about to kill it and give them both what they so gladly worked for.

“Hold still.” Then there was the quieting hand at the base of her back. “Arch your back and don’t move,” he told her.

With that said he did exactly as Casey knew he would. Daemon pumped and Casey moaned into the pillow. She closed her eyes against the pleasure of what she was feeling.

“Ahh, shit, D,” Casey cried as she neared her climax.

“Ummm hmm.” was all he said.

A shriek escaped her throat just as he went in for the stroke that did it all. Shivering, Casey remained on all fours as Daemon quickly withdrew and shot his load on her behind.

Out of breath, she looked over her shoulder to find him wiping himself off with a T-shirt and then taking the same shirt to wipe away the semen he’d left on her. Casey smiled and let out a shaky breath.

“Always the gentleman.” She chuckled as he collapsed on top of her. “God, at least let me get up to get this off me,” she murmured into the mattress.

Daemon rolled onto his back, allowing her to move her body over his. “And you wanted to start a fight.”

Casey kissed the base of his neck. “Tell me that I’ll always feel like this.”

The plea was almost silent and let Daemon know that the innocent Casey was back. “If I had my way, we’d never have to get out of bed.”

She snuggled closer, put a hand over his heart, felt it beat, and said, “Tell me you love me.”

Tipping her face up to his so that they were eye to eye, Daemon did as she asked. “I love you, Casey in a way I’ve never loved another.”

Casey accepted his admission into her heart. “I love you too. Now, you think you can wash my back.”

Daemon smiled. “I can do a lot more than that.”

Later, after a quick shower and quiet words, they lay wrapped together arms and legs intertwined with Casey’s head resting on Daemon’s shoulder as she slept. Yet, it wasn’t Casey who he was thinking of. Tamika and the reason she’d been calling close to three in the morning was. He’d have to call her in the morning to see what was going on.

“Hmm, you still up?” Casey questioned sleepily as she snuggled in closer.

Daemon kissed her forehead. “Yeah.”

Casey could feel the worry of his heart beneath her ear. “What you are thinking ‘bout?” she asked as she felt the pace of his heart quicken at her voice.

“Nothing really. How about you?”

“Just you.”

Chapter Thirteen

All Cried Out

Catrina

The angry storm of tears should have stopped by now but they hadn’t ceased in the time it took for her to leave David’s apartment and make it to her spot where she now sat being comforted by her mother.

Eight hours had passed since her run in with Shay and she was still reeling from the hurt the girl’s words had caused. Blindly trying to run from her conscience, which also kept dealing her blows, she went home to her parent’s house to seek solace from all the terror love caused.

Home
, Catrina mused as she curled onto the cream sofa, still sniffing tears in her mother’s lap. It wasn’t the structure or the foundation of the building as much as it was the family who occupied it.

Silently as her tears began to recede and her heart stopped racing with both fear and hurt, Catrina watched as her father, Terrance, adjusted his tie.

Terrance looked at his eldest daughter and frowned. He hated seeing her this way, because as her father, there was nothing he could do to stop the pain she felt. He shook his head as his better judgment came into play. Catrina was a grown woman of twenty-one, and as she’d reminded him on numerous occasions, she did as she pleased.

Understanding that she would break her wings a few more times before she began to fly steadily, Terrance decided to just let her do her thing. If he were against it, she would anyway.

If she was set on learning from her mistakes, that was how she learned, he reasoned.

“Cat,” he began. When she was a small child, he’d called her Kitten. “your mother and I have talked to you about this relationship with him, and you insist on being with him. You’re grown, and we’ve come to the conclusion that nothing we say will change the fact that you love him.”

Catrina lifted her head from her mother’s lap.

“Yes, I said it,” Terrance responded when his daughter’s wide eyes met his.

“He’s moving to Atlanta in less than a month, and I knew nothing about it. I’ve spent practically every hour of my free time with this man for the last couple months and he didn’t find it necessary to inform me that he’s moving to another state,” she whined.
Catima could see that her husband was nearing the end of his rope, and that in itself surprised her. Terrance had spoiled, and continued in her adulthood to spoil Catrina ruinously.

Catima said, “Catrina, you haven’t even spoken to him about it. How do you know that any of this is true?”

“‘Cause she thought she was throwing something in my face when she said it. It came out too easy to be a lie,” she concluded.
“Look at me,” Catima ordered. “You defined your relationship with that man. No attachments.”

“It was never like that between us,” she stressed. “We’ve been friends for so long.”

Terrance saw this all as nonsense. “You need to get yourself together so you can go and talk to him,” he told his daughter. Despite their earlier differences David had proved himself to Terrance a year ago when he had come to him and told Terrance how he felt for his daughter and had tried to assure him that as a father, Terrance had absolutely nothing to worry about. It had been that talk that had changed the opinion of his daughter’s childhood love/unborn baby daddy. “You’re the one who doesn’t want to be in a committed relationship with him. This is what you deal with when you make these types of decisions.”

They were painting him as a saint. Like they hadn’t heard what she’d been saying the entire time. “Y’all make it sound like it’s okay that he ain’t tell me. Like y’all taking his side in this.”

“There are no damn sides, girl,” Terrance shouted at her. “Catrina, if you love him you need to talk to him. It’s as simple as that.”

Catrina rubbed her eyes. “He’s moving to Atlanta,” she yelled. “He did not tell me.”

She didn’t know what hurt more; the fact that she’d finally admitted to herself that she loved him, or that her fears were already beginning to come true before she even got a chance to tell him.

David awoke as the alarm clock beside him blared noisily. Grunting in response, he rolled over and was surprised to feel nothing there beside him. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and curiously scanned Catrina’s bedroom for traces of her. When he thought about it, he couldn’t remember Catrina climbing into the bed the night before.

After yawning and stretching, David rose from the bed and scratched his bald head. Anger began to pump through his veins like blood.

If she wasn’t at home in her own bed, just whose bed was she in? He wondered. Rationalizing reasons began to swarm through his mind. It was easier to make rationalizations than to think of her with another man. Maybe she worked late. No, she’s having that big wedding today. Rationalizing did not help one bit he concluded as his blood pressure began to boil.

Catrina’s not showing up at home or attempting to contact him left him feeling out of sorts. It was the lack of communication that he believed as the type of Catrina behavior that scared him. Her moods were unpredictable.

Where the fuck is she and who she with? He thought.

“Hey, Chantel,” he called when he walked into the hallway.

Chantel’s scarf covered head popped out the crack of her door. She yawned and covered her mouth. “Wassup?”

“You know where Trina is?” he asked angrily.

The door widened, and Chantel slapped a hand to her face. “What did you do?” she accused him.

David watched as she folded her arms over her chest. “I ain’t do anything. You haven’t talked to her?”

Chantel shook her head and said, “Nope.”

“She be playing way too many games,” he replied, not able to think clearly.

Chantel shrugged. The past few days Catrina had been on an emotional roller coaster due to her feelings for the man standing in front of her; she was probably just cooling her heels, Chantel figured. She also hoped that Catrina was doing it alone.

“You know how she is. You should call her on her cell.”

“Yeah,” he muttered with the thought of why he hadn’t already tried calling her in his mind. “Where’s my brother?” he asked, turning away.

“Downstairs. And Dave?” she said, bringing him to a halt at the top of the stairs. “She has a big day today, it’s probably not what you’re thinking.”

It better not be what I’m thinking. He thought

David made his way down to the kitchen where he found Chris buttering a couple slices of toast. “What’s up?” Chris asked.

“Not sure yet. Make me some,” he told him, picking up the cordless phone.

David looked so angry poking at the number pad, Chris smiled and asked, “Why you so mad?”

David held up a finger as he waited impatiently for an answer.

“Hello?”

Hearing a masculine voice answer Catrina’s phone sent him into a huge fit of anger. “Who is this?” he demanded. “Where is Catrina?”

Catrina was still sitting beside her mother when her father passed her the phone.

Clearing her throat, Catrina answered.

“Where you at?” David questioned her.

Catrina frowned and didn’t look at her caller display on her cell phone as she questioned him in return.. “Why? Where are you?”

“I’m at your house, and who was that nigga answering your phone?”

Silence was her answer. “I really need to talk to you,” he told her.