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4 || Loving My Brother’s Wife (IV)

“Baby boy, are you sure you are up for this?” 

I look at Mia. Take a really good look at her face and features. Do I want to do this with her? Mia sighs. When she’s about to untangle herself from me, I answer in a flat tone, “Very much.” 

My reply satisfies her, her hands return to grip the top of the couch and she grinds on me. I fake a moan to keep her going and bring her hand to cover my bulge because my dick seems to like what she’s doing though she’s not Denny. Mia slides down to her knees, her hands are a blur of movement as she tackles my belt. 

She frees my dick and I let out a genuine moan as she twirls her tongue over my shaft, prying my pee-hole open for my precum. Fucking fuck.

Cupping my balls with one hand, she bats her fake lashes at me before taking my whole length in one swift motion to the back of her throat. My mind blanks. Sweet Lord. My brain muddles and her face morphs into someone else. A dark-skinned beauty that has been on my mind since I left her. I want her so bad I shove her head down my dick to take in more of me. She bathes my cock with her spit, makes delicious sounds that causes my belly to knot.

Moans tumble out of my lips as her tongue works my dick like an expert, licking me up and back down. I fist her hair and whisper, “Denny.” My eyes clench shut and my head falls back. Her tongue is on my balls, sucking on my tender babies. Holy Lord. “Yes. Don’t stop, Denny.” 

The magic stops as soon as those words are out of my lips. God, no. The tingles and sensations travelling from my dick to my entire body cease. A deep feeling of loss replaces the bliss and my eyes flutter open. We are still in the club but there’s no Denny. Mia is on her knees and she meets my confused gaze with a frown.

“Who the fuck is Denny?” 

With the elastic band on her wrist, Mia ties her hair. I try to push her head back to my dick so she can resume the holy work but she swats my hand. What’s with the attitude? She eyes my dick and scoffs. No, she can’t leave me like this.  

Mia stands.

Jesus fucking Christ. No.

“Do you even know my name?” 

Propping my elbows on my knees, my fingers sink into my scalp. Trying to think up a good excuse out of this mess I created only increases the pounding in my groin. I am painfully hard. 

She didn’t even let me come. 

“Mia,” I reply, eager for her to relax. We can discuss this after I come. “Your name is Mia.” I let a few seconds pass. Her shoulders slump in defeat. “Please, let’s get back to business.” 

Her tongue moistens her lips, she stares at my erection and lowers herself to the floor. Blood rushes to the tip of my cock, turning it a dark purple. I caress the crown and push it closer to her lips while my other hand strokes her face. She looks up and I smile to encourage her. Mia licks the tip and I hiss. Yes. She’s great at this. 

Without breaking eye contact, she kisses my dick again. “Baby boy, tell me. Who is Denny?”

Are we still on this? I grab her jaw but she grits her teeth. She needs answers. And I need to get my dick sucked. A frustrated breath leaves me.

“No one.” She scoffs. I sigh. “Nobody.” 

On her feet again, Mia places her hands on her hips. I weave my fingers through my hair. This feels like an episode from a bad movie. I need it to end now. I peer at Mia. “I don’t believe you.”

And I don’t give a fuck if she does. She is here to suck my dick, not question me. Mia stomps her feet like a kid denied candy. I press a finger to my temple, trying and failing to stop the annoyance building inside me. This would have gone well if she kept her mouth shut and did the one thing she’s great at. Stupid blondie. 

“You better say something,” she adds in a singsong voice.

Her smile irritates me. She’s asking too much for a hook-up. “You look better when you’re silent, Mia.”

A gasp echoes in the room and she slaps her hand over her mouth. How the hell did I get into this? This woman is so dramatic. Angry and horny, I push my stiff dick into my briefs and forcefully rise to my feet. 

No more random hook-ups. 

I walk past her without a glance and my shoulder brushes hers. A big mistake. Mia tries to drag me back but she can’t. I stop so she doesn’t fall flat on her face with those heels. I’m never coming back to this place.

“Where do you think you’re going, Caleb?” 

With my back turned to her and my gaze on the staircase illuminated by colourful lights, I reply, “My name is David.”

“Well, fuck you too, Joshua.”

“Would have but you’re not my type.” 

I step out of the room before she fires a comeback, that’s if she can come up with any. She is so dumb and I should have realised that sooner. On getting downstairs, I push past sweaty bodies to get to the spot I left Denise. 

She is the cause of my troubles. And she better not be having fun without me or I’ll lose it. 

A groan lodges in my throat when someone hits me. I close my eyes and take calming breaths to avoid swinging at a random stranger. I came here to loosen the tension but my joints are stiffer than they were when I walked in here.

Denise is nowhere to be found. Her number goes straight to voicemail. I expel a frustrated breath and round the club a second time. No Denise at the bar or dancing floor or VIP lounge. The garage is my next stop. My chest sags with relief when I see her in the driver’s seat. I knock on the window and it slides down.

“I was looking for you.” Denise stares at me blankly. Fury mixed with leftover lust flickers through me. What the fuck is her issue? In case she forgot, the car is mine. She asked to join me on this trip on the condition she will be the driver. “Were you going to leave without me?” 

Her mouth opens, she shakes her head. “I was going to call you.”

My eyes dart to her phone lying face down on the console. Fucking liar. She holds my gaze for a brief second, then looks away to the steering. I jump into the passenger seat and fasten my seatbelt. I already dealt with one lady this night, I can’t deal with another, especially the one who is the cause of all my sexual problems.

Denise starts the car without moving from the spot. My lips twitch when she shifts the gear into park. This has to be Jehovah punishing me for lusting after my brother’s wife.

“You should have gone somewhere more private,” Denise murmurs in a voice so low it’s a surprise I hear her. Not only did she follow me, she’s telling me how to do my business.

A wave of anger rolls through me. I fist my hands on my knees, unclenching them as the anger slowly leaves my body. 

“Mia left me with a boner,” I start, eyes focused on the plain walls in front of us. “If you’re not going to finish what she started, let’s end this conversation.” My head turns to her and she tightens her grip on the steering. “Drive.” 

“Sure,” she spits out. “You wouldn’t want a nobody on your dick anyway.”

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Miss M
Mia is foolish. and I loveee that Denise is jealous. lol
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