a fucking aneurysm, acting brand new. He knew damn well I wasn’t going to stand there and watch him jack off. I pointed a demanding finger at our bathroom, my arm straight and stiff.
There wasn’t shit I could do for him even if I wanted to because Mother Nature had my pussy temporarily out of commission, and he had pissed me off too bad for me to put my mouth on him.
He glanced back on his way to the bathroom. Once he was inside, I could hear his pants drop, but he didn’t shut the door. I shook my head, not knowing how much more of his antics I could take.
He was going to make me shut that damn door, or I would be forced to stand there until he finished himself. Thankfully, I was at his back which allowed my gaze to focus on the pants pooled around his ankles. The tail of his shirt covered most of his firm ass. I ambled to the door and found he was already working himself over, his hand moving in front of him.
It wasn’t until I glanced up at his reflection in the mirror that I noticed his eyes zeroed in on me. When I dropped my gaze, I caught the first view of his dick that made my damn throat go dry. He stroked it from root to tip as his tongue brushed across his lips, and his devious eyes shot raw lust in my direction.
I’m not sure where I found the strength, but I shut the damn door before I gave in to the temptation he was keenly aware he projected. If Mother Nature didn’t have a hurricane and an earthquake wreaking havoc on my damn uterus, who knows how this night would have turned out.
I had insisted Arjen wait, but I was sure it wasn’t going to be a long one, especially not after I had seen what he was packing.
Was there such a thing as a White Chocolate Mandingo?
12
Mecca
Somehow, the sound of my phone managed to break through the muffled moans and groans of my husband’s bathroom sideshow. I picked up after seeing it was Desiree.
“You okay?” I answered.
“Hello to you too, and yes, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?” Desiree asked, giggling.
“I’m checking because these damn big ass men we married may decide to eat us alive.”
She was full-on laughing now.
“I was actually calling to check on you and to let you know that Ray Junior is better. They want to keep him for a few more days,” she said. She was taking turns with his girlfriend, staying at the hospital.
“I’m glad he’s better because I promised him an ass whipping after he’s recovered.”
“And I’ll be standing there coaching your technique because he needs one. Now, back to you, how are you, really?
“I’m…” I couldn’t lie because she could usually tell when I did. Her calling me on the cusp of the incident that had just gone down in my household wasn’t a coincidence. Sometimes it was like we could tell when shit was going down with each other.
“I assumed I was ready for marriage, but I’m starting to understand why married women drink so much wine.”
“What happened, Mecca? Arjen didn’t do anything crazy, did he? And, what’s that sound I keep hearing? Are you watching porn or something?”
“I came home to my husband and found him with a little playmate up in this damn house, giving him a massage. I dragged the bitch off of him and halfway down the stairs before he could stop me. He thought I didn’t want him, so he figured I wouldn’t have minded.”
“Oh my God, Mecca! You didn’t hurt her, did you? What about him? Where’s he? Is that him groaning in the background? Is he hurt? I’m putting on my shoes and coming over?”
“Des, please stay put. The situation is over. The woman got her ass out of here, and that crazy ass husband of mine is in the bathroom, jacking himself off.”
“What!” Desiree yelled into the phone.
“You heard me. Talking about how he has needs. He was acting like he would die if he didn’t get some sex in his system. His spoiled ass needs to walk a mile in my shoes. The underwhelming sex, left wound-up tighter than a wristwatch with no relief in sight, picking and choosing from the worst of the worst. And some of the time, can’t get turned on because I’m not even attracted to the fool I was desperate enough to