Tempting Forces

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Love Like Honey



- Lana -

Seeing Darren had me feeling mixed emotions. He looked so damn good. The button up shirt he wore stretched over his big muscles and the light illuminated off of his chocolate skin. I felt conflicted, because I didn't want to be in his presence, but I wanted to be closer to him. He was nice as he always is, but he acted as if we hadn't been romantically involved before, like I was just a pretty woman at the bar. But, why should I want him to treat me as anything more? I had a man.

Walking in the house at...whatever the time was, was something I'd never do, not this late--or early, depending on how you look at it. It was usually Trey on this side, and me sitting on the fluffy couch watching the door on and off. I was surprised and shocked to see him sitting there. His shirt was off and his eyes were low. I walked in the house, closing the door behind me. I heard him get up before he walked over to me. I kicked of my shoes and ran a hand through my hair. It was kind of frizzy and starting to puff up. I'd have to go get it done later.

"Do you know what time it is?" His voice was deep and gruff. I know he was mad, but he sounded kind of sexy. I giggled, probably sounding drunk. I was actually sober. The ice cold water from Darren was the last beverage I had tonight. I knew if Trey thought I was drunk it'd piss him off further, like he always did me when he came in.

"The fuck you laughing at, huh? You drunk, Lana?!"

"Whoa, Daddy. Calm down." I said sarcastically, walking passed him. He grabbed my arm forcefully and pulled me into him. His hard body pressed against mine and my breathing picked up. His breath blew across my face as his hand held the small of back so I was close to him. I could feel his chest rising and falling and the light at the top of the stairs provided enough for me to see the slight grimace on his face. Yeah, he was pissed off. I would've smiled, but I didn't know what was going through his big ole' head.

He stared at me and I him, not backing down. His face began to soften after a few moments, and he pulled away from me. He ran his eyes sup and down my body before cupping my face. He leaned in slowly, rubbing his thumb across my cheekbone. I was disappointed when he didn't lean closer. I wanted his lips to cover mine and show me how much...

"C'mere." He whispered, pulling my body into his. His hands came back to me, but instead now at my ass lifting me into his arms. "Why you leave me like that?" He whispered, kissing my lips. I didn't know if he was mad or sad or what the hell else, but his kiss was hard. I gasped as he smacked my ass through the small skirt I wore that was now scrunching up to my waist. His warm hand went under the cotton material and felt along my bare ass. The thin lace was swallowed evenly by each cheek. He loved when I wore these thongs.

"You wore this fuckin' thong? You tryna get you another nigga?" I couldn't even reply as he hungrily kissed me, walking us back to the couch. He sat down with me on his lap and held me close to him. He slowed his tongue down, bringing one hand up to cup my jaw. He moved slowly, as if he were searching for something in the warmth of my mouth. His tongue gently caressed mine. He began to pull away only to breathe for a second and nip at my bottom lip.

"Don't do this again, Lana. I'on like how it feel." I chuckled, laying my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I don't either. Imagine if I was pissy drunk and a man who looked almost better than you came to the door with me giggling and falling all over him. You'd be going ape shit crazy." I said, and his grip on me tightened.

"Aye, I got it. Don't make me go find out your whereabouts little lady. I'm still hot."

"You deserve to be. Matter of fact, I should've stayed out longer, maybe find a hot stripper to bring me home. Yeah, one of those Chippendale models or something. I don't even think they know what shirts are...Ow!" I jerked on his lap as my hand moved to the warm spot on my ass that he'd just smacked. His face held a scowl as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"I got it." He said. I smiled, biting my lip.

"Oh, you aren't jealous are you?" I smiled, trailing my fingers up his chest as of they were walking. He sucked his teeth, swatting my hands away. I laughed and did it again until he started to tickle me. He rolled me over so I was under him, using his fingers to torture me, though I was laughing. My stomach began to ache as I was laughing to much.

"Yeah, it's still funny?" He laughed, and we rolled again, but this time ending up on the floor. I was under him and he's stopped tickling me and sighed, laying his head against my breasts. I rubbed the curls of his small puff of hair. It was soft and a little damp. He groaned, rolling my shirt up until it was under my breasts. He lifted his head and kissed a path down to my navel, dipping his tongue into my belly button. He got to the top of my skirt and went back up until he hovered over me.

"Don't give up on us, baby." He whispered. My heart sped up at the pleading in his voice. I loved him so much and I didn't want to give up, I wanted him to be a man and put forth some effort. "Please, I love you Alana." I knew he was serious when he said my first name. His kisses went back down to my midsection, covering me in love.

"You hear me, bae? I'ma try." I nodded, but he wanted more. His large hands separated my thighs and inched up to the hidden lace sticking to me from the wetness I hadn't known was so abundant until I felt the breeze of the open air on it. His knuckles bumped against it, moving up and down before pulling away too soon. "She speaking to me, mmm. Tell me we gon' work on it, baby."

"Yes," I moaned. He had ate me out before, but I don't remember him teasing me like this. No, never. He was always sweet and to the point. The common result was what I called the P&P. Pleasure and Pacifier. He pleasured my body into relaxation, so I was pacified and was too sated to worry, or remember for that matter, the argument at hand. This time, though, it felt like more. Like maybe, we were sealing the deal. He'd work on us and meet me half-way. All a man needs is to see that he isn't irreplaceable, and maybe he'll realize it's time to get his shit together before he loses a good thing. That green-eyed monster did it for Trey, I saw.

"You promise? You not gon' leave me?" The pleading was still in his voice and I realized then as much as he got on my nerves and pissed me off, he needed me. I was there for him like no one else, and if he didn't start acting right, I'd leave. As much as I loved him and as far as we've come; I'd do whatever made me feel safe, even if that meant leaving him.

"I promise, Trey. I..." I love you. The words fell on my lips as the crotch of my thong was pulled to the side and warm air blew against it. The wetness coating my slit was dripping out by the drop. I was so wet and eager for his thick tongue, but he wanted to tease me, make me squirm. So, he denied me the tongue and moved to my inner thighs--sucking, biting, and licking. I whimpered as his head lifted and he smiled, biting his lip.

"Stay right here. I'ma go make sure baby girl is okay before we get too far along." I nodded, completely forgetting about Kalise. Upstairs. I removed my shirt, not bothering to lift off the ground, but arched my back toward the ceiling instead. I lifted the thin shirt off me, leaving me in the skimpy bra. It was matching lace to my thong, and showed a bit of nipple, too.

I smiled, hearing Trey's footsteps patting against the carpet. He made a detour to the kitchen, the light shinning into the den where I was laid on the fluffy carpet. I hoped he kept it on so he could see the bra I was wearing. When I put it on, I wanted him to see it, maybe stop me from going out. But, the night was getting better. Though we needed to talk things out, right now I got everything he was trying to say through his tongue. What better language than body language? I bit my lip at the thought, running my fingers against the lace softly.

I heard a soft click before the light cut off to my dismay. He was back between my thighs in no time. This time, he wasn't empty handed. I tried to reach down to see what it was, I could feel the coolness against my inner thigh--which felt soothing against the fresh hickie that Trey had branded on me. But, trey intercepted, grabbing my wrist and holding it to the side.

"Keep 'em up there. Be still, let me taste you, ma." I nodded, still curious. "You been a bad girl tonight?" He whispered against the lips of my pussy, pulling the material over to the left more so he could get more access. I parted my thighs more, bringing them up so my legs were bent at the knee. He licked along my sealed slit, adding just enough pressure so that my petals wouldn't fully open. He kissed me right at the base of my right lip, slightly sucking. He repeated it, moving to the left. My hands fell to his hair, trying to get his face closer. His hands rose above his head and held both my wrists so I wasn't touching him before placing a sloppy kiss on my slick flower.

"You didn't answer me, baby." He said, folding my hands and placing them on my breasts. My nipples were poking through the bra, pressing against my hands. I exhaled, feeling his thumbs part my lips. My hips bucked as his tongue slowly ran from my tight entrance to my clit and back down. The tip of his tongue dipped inside of me, but exited as fast as it had come. I pouted, pushing my hips forward. I could hear him chuckle before he came up again.

"Come on, bae. Was you good tonight?" I nodded, looking at his face, barely able to see it. "I can't hear you." He teased, moving back. I heard a ruffle of something before something cold hit my lips.

"Open up, suck it." Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and it was only a piece of ice. It dripped a little on the sides of my lips before he took it out, trailing it down my neck, between my breasts, and finally down my stomach. It felt good on my warm body and I was sure my lust alone had melted the entire thing. That is until I felt it against the lips of my pussy. I jerked, but his hand pressed against my stomach, holding me down. The skirt was still around my waist which made me feel all the naughtier. As if we were sneaking and couldn't make too much noise or someone would come. The dark lighting, the half-dressing, the kinky ice. It was all so sexy.

"I've been good," I moaned just as the ice slipped though my slit and entered inside me. Talk about explosions! He left it inside me as he began to lick and suckle me. My honey dripped out of me along with the melting ice, which was becoming water. It felt so good, I felt like I was losing my mind!

"T-T...fu...ohmy!" I couldn't even speak correctly as he nibbled on my clit, using his index finger to move around in my juicy cave. I was so wet and felt like I was on the verge of cumming the entire time. He hit something inside me, curving his finger so the ice moved, and I felt my body shake before I began to cum.

"TREY!! Sto-No...don't st...I can't!!" I didn't know what I was saying, but I wanted more and for him to keep going. He continued to lap at me as my body bucked and writhed against the carpet. I wasn't even sure he'd come up to breathe, but I didn't care. He wanted me to meet him half-way and this was one hell of a start!

Two more heart-stopping orgasms later, and I was out like a light. I vaguely remember him lifting me up the stairs, but when I woke up the next morning, I was in the bed, wrapped in his arms and smell. I looked down to see I was wearing his shirt and a different pair of panties, ones that actually covered my ass. I laughed, snuggling into him. He groaned, tightening his hold on me. I looked over my shoulder and the clock said it was only eight. I had class at nine, so I decided I might as well get up.

Careful not to wake Trey, I let his arm fall to the bed as I slipped out of his hold. He turned, hugging the large pillow under his head and went back to snoring rather loudly. I first went to Kalise's crib and saw she was still sleeping. I noticed she too had on a different pair of pajamas than last night. I looked at Trey and smiled. He'd be a good daddy.

I hurried in the shower and before I could wash my face, Kalise began to cry in the bedroom. I cut off the water and hurried to pick her up before Trey woke. He wasn't a morning person and I didn't want him to piss me off before I could enjoy him being on my good side.

She seemed to calm down in my arms. I took her to the guest room to change her diaper and went to prepare boiling water for a bottle after. My purse began to vibrate on the floor, and I blushed remembering how just a few hours ago I was sprawled out on the same carpet, feeling the wonders of what ice could do.

I placed Kalise in her swing, turning on the music. She smiled her toothless smile and placed with the small crescent moon that hung. I hurried to my purse before the ringing stopped and the called rolled over to voicemail. It was Korey.

"Well hello stranger."

"Hey, boo! I just wanted to call and see how my baby girl was doing. Mama is missing her like crazy!" I smiled, walking over to Kalise.

"She's chilling in her swing. I'm about to get her bottle and then I'ma head on to school." I said, walking to the kitchen. I got the bottle out and put it in the boiling water I had put on.

"Let me talk to her!" I shook my head. She knew her baby was only three months and did not understand none of that, but I put the phone on speaker anyway and walked to Kalise. She heard her mother's voice, but was playing with the little moon instead. Her little noises had Korey going crazy, thinking she was talking to her. I laughed, hearing Jon tell her she was delusional, but she swore she heard Kalise say Lub you!

After the bottle was done, I took her back upstairs and rocked her as she began to fall back to sleep. Lord, if she wasn't a sleeping baby!

* * *

Walking into Everest, I hurried to my class before I was late. I was a minute behind and I didn't want to miss a thing. I loved class and school and couldn't wait to graduate to make everyone proud; including myself. I wanted to prove to myself I could do it. I needed to do it, be more independent and not have to depend on anyone for shit.

"Hello." I smiled to one of my classmates before taking a seat. I would've thought I was early by the emptiness of the class, but it always seemed to be less full on Thursdays. I put my bag in the seat beside me that was usually empty right as pink scrubs came into view. I let my eyes run up until my eyes met the green pair. She smiled, not at all seeming surprised to see me. I was definitely surprised to see her. Where I thought I'd be angry, I became nervous.

"Hey! I'm Eve, remember?" She smiled, taking the seat. "Nice bag, I love PINK too." Her perky voice was soft as she took her seat and the perfect bun at the top of her head bounced. I wondered if she'd followed me, took a background check. How else would she be in this class with me, today? It was mind boggling, but the teacher began the lesson, making me turn my gaze away from Eve, or Cinnamon, better yet.

I was minding my business, copying notes as Mrs. Fletcher went on with her lecture, when I felt a warm hand on my thigh. Since when did these scrubs get so thin? I looked down at the French manicure with parted lips. Her hands was so close to my--

"Hey, you got a pen? I think I'm out of ink." I looked up and she looked innocent enough, but her hand was still on my thigh. I bit my lip, looking down, hoping she'd move it, and she did once I handed her the ballpoint pin.

"Thanks, hun." I nodded, in a daze.

What was happening?!