Put A Ring On It (9 page)

Yuri munched on his Happy Meal. Vangie and Shawn shared a bucket of chicken. Shawn went for a wing as Vangie reached for a drumstick. The accidental touch of their fingers sparked electricity.

“Sorry,” they mumbled at the same time, withdrawing their hands and exchanging furtive glances.

After Yuri gobbled his last chicken nugget, Vangie looked at the clock. “It’s time for bed, honey.”

“Aw, Mom. I’m not ready—”

“It’s bedtime, son.” Shawn’s deep authoritative vocal tone instantly cut off Yuri’s whine. “Let’s go, man.” He swooped Yuri into his arms and hoisted him upon his broad shoulders.

High in the air and headed for his bedroom, Yuri waved his arms in the air and yelled, “Look at me, Mommy! I can touch the ceiling!”

Vangie couldn’t help being impressed with the way Shawn and Yuri were bonding. But she was also a little disturbed by the sexual tension between her and Shawn.

Over the past five years, their love had been replaced with animosity. But there was no denying that they shared a sexual attraction. Now that she was no longer pissed with him, she was able to enjoy Shawn’s appearance. He was as fine as ever with his full, luscious lips and yummy, coffee-colored skin.

She recalled how they used to be in bed. Back when they were together, Shawn had been an imaginative lover. Flashes of memories of hot sex beneath satin sheets sent a burning rush of heat between her legs.

I wonder if Shawn is seeing anyone. It doesn’t matter; I just want some no-strings attached, good sex. But ex-lovers trying to raise a child together shouldn’t dabble in uncommitted sex. All I really need is for Shawn to make regular child support payments and be a good father to our son.

“Yuri’s tucked in and sound asleep,” Shawn said when he returned to the kitchen.

“That was fast. What’s your trick?”

“No tricks. I deal with Yuri, man to man. I don’t baby him like you do. When I say that it’s bedtime, I mean business.”

Vangie raised a brow. “Are you criticizing my parenting skills?”

“Not at all. I take full responsibility for not being in Yuri’s life like I should have. A child needs the right balance. He needs a mother and a father. I can’t change the past, but I’m in my son’s life now, and I’m going to do the best that I can to teach him to become a good man.”

Deep in thought over the regrettable past, Vangie nodded absently. Why hadn’t she and Shawn tried harder to work out their differences…for Yuri’s sake? They’d created a life, yet they’d been too stubborn and too selfish to consider what was in Yuri’s best interest.

She studied Shawn’s handsome profile, and then sneakily scanned his muscular physique. He looked so damn tempting. The feelings that swirled inside of her were more of a carnal nature than a concerned co-parent. Embarrassed, she pulled her eyes away.

Shawn pulled his leather jacked off the back of the kitchen chair. “I’m about to be out. You good?”

Panic seized Vangie as she realized that she didn’t want to alone. “No, I’m not alright.”

“What’s wrong; whatchu need?”

She closed her eyes briefly, and then against her better judgment, she softly admitted, “I need you.”

V
angie didn’t have to twist Shawn’s arm to get him inside her bedroom. Practically salivating, Vangie watched as Shawn shed his shirt. Every beautiful bulge and gorgeous ripple that covered his sculpted frame enticed her. God, he was making her hot. She craved an orgasm. Couldn’t remember that last time she’d had one that hadn’t been self-induced.

Her admiring eyes cruised over Shawn’s six-pack. “You’re at the barbershop all those hours; how do you find time to hit the gym?”

“I work out as soon as I get out of bed. No gym. No fancy equipment. I do push-ups…crunches. I get it in on my bedroom floor.” As he bent to pull off his pants, his muscles, irresistibly visible, flexed and danced beneath his skin.

Her eyes slid over his toned body. She felt a pang in her stomach, imagining her and Shawn getting in a sensual workout on her bedroom floor.
Mmm,
she murmured inwardly as she pictured his throbbing erection, parting and penetrating her dripping sex.

The scant few sex partners she’d had since she and Shawn had parted ways possessed neither the finesse nor stamina to make her cum. Shawn had many bad traits, but lovemaking was not one of them. He was a patient and attentive lover who could deliver a hip-winding slow stroke that caused her body to rock and quiver so hard, she feared a seizure. Shawn’s good-fucking dick had been her ruination, she remembered with a bittersweet smile.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, mouth aiming for hers.

Too turned on to respond, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the
warmth of his kiss on her lips. His mouth held a sweet, chocolaty taste with a dash of tart, reminding her of a chocolate truffle with an added note of tangy lemon-ginger.

His delicious lips glided to her neck, nibbling at her flesh, and then licking her earlobe. She had no coherent words for him, and could only emit a series of purrs and soft moans.

His tongue found its way inside her ear, causing her legs to part as if an invisible string had pulled them apart. She felt her clit began to swell and took in a deep, shuddering breath.

“I need you, Shawn,” she whispered as she lowered her body. “Fuck me. Right here.” She patted the floor. Though she tried to control the coarseness of her voice, her bold demand came out raspy and broken.

Grunting while holding his dick, Shawn joined Vangie on the cold, laminate wood floor. His hand slipped between her legs as he dipped his finger into her heated moisture.

She gasped at his touch. Vangie realized that she was playing with fire, but she didn’t care about consequences.

Shawn’s finger suddenly abandoned her hot box. “Where’s the remote?” he asked.

Perplexed, Vangie frowned. “What?”

“I wanna turn the TV on, you know, so Yuri won’t hear us.”

She pointed in the direction of the metal TV stand.

Shawn got up; a huge erection led him to the other side of the room.

Vangie couldn’t help feeling a twinge of guilt. As Yuri’s mother, she should have been more concerned than Shawn about Yuri overhearing them. She blamed her clouded judgment on the lengthy sex drought she’d been enduring.

She stared at Shawn’s handsome profile as he aimed the remote. Then her eyes journeyed downward to his erection and his tightened nut sack.
Umph!

Shawn selected a music station. Classic R&B.

He turned around and gazed at Vangie, who was sitting up, fingers racking through her hair.

“You look better than ever,” he murmured, coming toward her.

Meanwhile, Lionel Ritchie’s smooth sound crooned in the background. “
Hello! Is it me you’re looking for?”
Under ordinary circumstances that song would have been a perfectly sweet greeting. But these were not ordinary conditions. Vangie was so worked up, her anxious eyes locked on Shawn. She had to fight an urge to run across the room and tackle him. Had to hold herself back from forcefully taking the dick.

So while Lionel Ritchie was singing a sweet melody, her pussy was belting out classic Marvin Gaye lyrics, “
Let’s Get It On!”

On the floor, Shawn climbed on top of her, separated the lips of her aching pussy and eased inside her opening, pushing between a passageway so narrow…so tight, it seemed like virgin territory.

Vangie’s body reacted to the sweet invasion with squirms and jerks.

“Relax, Vangie. We gon’ take it nice and slow.”

Shawn covered her mouth with his. He ran his hands against the soft skin of her shoulders and back, his gentle caresses making her body tingle with desire.

The tender, slow fuck Shawn was delivering was driving Vangie over the edge. She wanted to be fucked hard. Without emotion. She wanted an exchange of raw desire. It had taken such a long time to get over Shawn, the last thing Vangie needed was to fall in love with him again.

“I want it rough!”

“No,” he whispered.

“Yes! Pull my hair,” she demanded breathlessly.

“Nah, that’s not even me. I’m not tryna hurt you all like that.”

“Come on, Shawn,” she cajoled, believing that a little bit of pain
would help keep things in perspective. Pain would remind her that she and Shawn would never be an official couple again. Being booty buddies was the most she could hope for. And that wasn’t the kind of situation she wanted to be a part of for more than one night.

“Before you cum, I want you to turn me over and smack my ass!” she cried out savagely. Her contracting vaginal muscles gobbled up a few more inches of dick.

“No, I’m not into that.” His mouth latched onto a nipple. His tongue swirled around the pearled flesh.

She cupped the back of his head, pressing his lips to her right breast. “Bite it,” she hissed.

Shawn jerked his head away. “What kind of freak shit are you into?”

“I like it rough.”

“Since when?” he asked, now pumping her pussy at a faster pace. Going in deeper, stretching out her walls, aroused by her request and no longer concerned about causing her pain.

“Stop asking so many questions. Tear this pussy up.”

His dick strokes became lightning fast, creating streaks of fire. Vangie opened her legs wider, welcoming the burn.

He palmed her ass cheeks, and then squeezed the round mounds, pulling her closer as he pounded her pussy as though dispensing a harsh punishment.

“Oh, yes. Hurt my pussy, Shawn. You know that’s how I like it.”

“For real?”

“Uh-huh.” She wrapped her legs around his back, inching upwards toward his shoulders, permitting ample access.

Shawn grunted and perspired as he deep stroked. Vangie matched his accelerated pace.

“That’s how I like it, Shawn. Fuck me hard!” she yelled. She
probably looked and sounded crazy. Her demands sounded over the top and demented even to her own ears. But she didn’t care. She was out of control, and unable to stop herself.

Shawn slowed his stroke. “When you start acting like this?” he asked, frowning down at her face, clearly disapproving of her sudden and unaccountable lust for pain.

Hell if I know.
Having no answer, Vangie went silent. She closed her eyes, bit down on her lip. She’d been sex-deprived for too long. Winding and writhing, her body invited him to ravage her.

Shawn ignored her demands, and began removing his hardness, inch by inch.

“Oh!” she gasped, feeling deprived. Dipping his head, he kissed her. Gently at first, and then more passionately with a deep open mouth kiss with his tongue boldly exploring her mouth.

“I never stopped loving you, Vangie,” he admitted, his voice shaky and tortured, like a dying man making a final confession.

It was in her heart to share his sentiments, but she was afraid to expose feelings that would leave her vulnerable, set her up for heartache.

“This is about sex, Shawn. Nothing else,” she told him firmly.

“But I miss you, baby. I miss us being together,” Shawn murmured, now paying attention to her sensitive breasts, dispensing kisses to each hard-puckered nipple. “You still like to get your titties licked and sucked?”

“Uh-huh.” Lost in the sensations, she briefly threw her head back, enjoying the tingle of his lips pulling at her pebbled flesh.

“I like sucking these titties,” he growled, mouth widening, devouring her dark areola. He pushed her breasts together, sucking her right nipple and circling the other with the pad of a pussy-moistened fingertip.

“Stop it, Shawn.” Vangie tried to rise, to pull away from the heat of kisses, but surrendered. Breathless and weakened by the abundant accumulation of molten heat that bubbled over and was sliding down her thighs, she surrendered as he nipped and licked on her dark pearls.

Shawn had her writhing on the edge of ecstasy.

“You ready for me?” he asked, gasping raggedly.

Vangie moaned in agreement. Shawn nudged her legs apart with his knees, and then sank between them, his hard erection sliding against the insides of her thighs that were streaked with honeyed arousal.

With long thrusts, he entered and reentered her, over and over, driving her back into the floor that was now warmed from their body heat.

Her body accepted him with a hunger. No longer concerned about the repercussions of having sex with her ex-man, Vangie grabbed his shoulders, threw her legs up and locked her ankles around his waist.

Shawn slowed his movement, and then stopped abruptly. Panicked, Vangie feared that he was on the verge of ejaculation. She didn’t want him to cum…not while she was so close to getting an orgasm. She could feel the beginning of an orgasm vibrating through her system. “Hold on, Shawn. Wait, baby,” she murmured desperately.

“I’m good, baby. I just wanna get deeper.” Shawn untwined her legs from around his waist. With her thighs spread wide, he scooped her butt cheeks inside his palms, and pulled Vangie closer. From that angle, the glide of his dick soared upward, connecting with a part of her that had never been touched. An orgasm blossomed, sending spasms of pleasure reverberating though her body.

It was the longest and the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.
She released gasps of excitement. Her body quivered as shockwaves jolted through her, causing her to react with wild excitement and violent convulsions. “Oh, shit! Shawn! What’s happening to me?”

“Ride with it, baby,” Shawn encouraged, shafting her with his hard throbbing dick.

Vangie heard a popping sound that seemed to emanate from within her vagina. The floodgates opened. “Oh, God!” she shouted, holding onto Shawn as bursts of fluid spurted from her vagina.
What the hell? I know I’m not pissing all over myself!

Then all thoughts left her. Mindlessly, she became one with the raging orgasm that ripped through her.

“Did I hit that spot?” Shawn asked when Vangie’s breathing calmed down.

She shrugged, unsure and slightly embarrassed.

“I must have hit something cuz you squirted out a big-ass nut.” There was pride and incredulity in Shawn’s voice.

I did?
Overwhelmed by the lengthy and all-consuming orgasm, she couldn’t speak, could only pant. She smiled to herself, relieved that the liquid heat that was sliding down her thighs was evidence of passion and not the result of a weak bladder.