Addicted to Ashanti

I was in the kitchen when Raymond arrived. I had prepared lemon-peppered chicken breasts with asparagus and baby potatoes. He smiled, “You didn’t have to cook. I would have ordered something.”

“It’s no big deal. You have this great big kitchen. It should be put to use on occasion.”

He stood close to me with his gaze which made me blush. He looked around, “I want to kiss you so badly.”

I leaned in and suckled his lips. He smiled. His hands touched my hair. He held me closer and kissed me once more. “I’ll go check on mom.”

I watched as he walked to the den. She was there talking with Derrick. Well, mostly, he sat with her and listened to her tell stories.

When it was time for dinner, we all sat around the table. Derrick and his father spoke of their days. I listened. Raymond asked me what I studied in college and I told him my degree was in business.

After dinner, I was in the kitchen just putting things away when Derrick snuck up behind me and kissed my neck, “I love the way your hair smells,” he commented.

“That’s very sweet.” I had just finished in the kitchen, “I’ll go see if Nana needs anything.”

He pulled me back and kissed my mouth, “I love having you here.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m seeing your father?”

“A little, but If I have to share you with someone, I couldn’t think of a better person than my dad.”

I could see the admiration in his eyes for his father.

“He’s one of the best people I know.” He kissed me again and then headed off to his room.

*******

That night as I was helping Nana to bed, she looked right at me and said, “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.” It was as if she was seeing me for the first time.

I smiled, “Thank you.”

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Ashanti.”

“Do you mind if I call you, Suga?”

“It’s fine.”

She pinched my cheek and then snuggled under the warm covers, “Good night, Suga.”

“Good night, Nana.”

I left her room and went to the piano room to practice. That’s where I encountered Raymond sitting on the bench admiring the keys. I sat next to him. “My wife was a pianist. She was magnificent. I bought this for her many years ago,” he informed me.

I could see that deep in his heart there was still love there for his former wife. I touched his hands, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“You are, aren’t you? Play something for me.”

“My mother used to love this one,” I said before my fingers ran across the keys.

He smiled, “Scott Joplin’s Ragtime.”

I nodded and played away. After I finished, he clapped, “That was wonderful.” He stood and I stood. We walked around the bench and shared a sweet kiss. “Having you here is like a breath of fresh air.”

He said it was hard to watch his mother deteriorate before his eyes, especially after losing his wife. His brother and sister rarely called to check on their mother unless they needed money. And he had to contend with his son eventually moving away a year after college and heading to play pro ball.

“I’m here,” I reassured him as I touched the hair on his face.

“Yes, but for how long?” he asked me.

“As long as you need me.” He took my hand and we went to his bedroom. There he undressed me slowly and had me lay in bed with my legs open to him. “I can get drunk off of you, Ashanti,” he admitted as he went down and tasted me.

He wrapped my thighs and locked me in position. My eyes rolled with every flick, lick, and suck. “Oh shiiit,” I said as I moaned, “fuck baaabeeeee,” I squealed.

“Flip over,” he said and I complied laying on my belly. I felt him press his way into my center and deliver long deep strokes. His hands cupped my breasts. He spoke softly to me, “You really would stay with me?”

“Yes, baby,” I replied as he continued to deliver the most delicious strokes.

He rolled off and waited for me to mount him. His hand held the right side of my fluffy curls as I moved my hips to the primal rhythm in my head. He was my metronome keeping me on pace. With Ray, the way our bodies moved. The way he’d hold my hips and slow me down, “That’s it, go slow, there’s no rush,” he said in my ear.

The slower I moved on his cock, the more intense the build-up. He said, “not yet,” insisting that I don’t cum but I wanted to, “wait,” he insisted. But how could I control it? I felt it. I always knew exactly when it would happen. My skin would burn, and I’d feel the energy building up ready to sweep over my body.

I held steady looking into his eyes. I swear my pussy was leaking all over his cock and balls. My eyes began to water as he held me and started thrusting. It was the most insane orgasm I had ever felt. My body shook like a leaf on a cold windy day.

He rolled on top. I covered my tear-stained eyes with one hand. He moved it, “You don’t ever have to hide from me. I want you to experience orgasms like this and be proud.”

I nodded, “Yes Ray.”

He continued to stroke me until he erupted. Later, we talked and fell asleep.

*****

After a morning shower session with Ray, he went off to work and I headed to my room where I found Derrick lying in my bed. “I’ve been waiting for you. Tell my dad not to be so greedy.”

I laughed as I climbed into bed with him, “He has a huge sexual appetite.”

He smiled, “I suppose that’s where I get it from.” He climbed on top of me and pulled off my shorts and he found my center still wet, clit still swollen from sex with his father. He pushed his way inside and kissed me.

It was something about the way he looked at me as he stroked my pussy that made me blush. I couldn’t believe my luck. There I was under Derrick feeling his powerful strokes moments after being fucked against the shower wall by his father.

My hands touched the sides of his face. It was our secret. He didn’t mind sharing me with his father but would his father mind sharing me with his son? I didn’t know. I couldn’t afford to lose what I had, it was too perfect.

Derrick said he loved me being there to keep his father company. It was good for him. His father had not been in a relationship since his wife passed away. Only a few flings here and there. Now that I was in the house, they both had me and I had them.

****

Every night that week, I slept with Raymond and woke up next to him and when he’d leave for work, I’d be with Derrick. Afterward, I’d spend time with Nana, read, do minor chores, cook, and look for jobs.

By the next week, his sister called and I answered the phone, “Who is this?” she asked with an attitude.

“I’m Ashanti. I’m housesitting for Mr. Foss.”

She sucked her teeth, “And where is my brother?”

“Working.”

“My nephew?”

“He’s out. He’ll be back shortly.”

“I’ll have to talk to Raymond about this. He did not discuss with us any house sitter for our mother.”

“Yes, ma’am I’ll let him know that you called.” The call ended abruptly. I rolled my eyes and went back to reading.

Nana was sitting on the sofa watching her show or it was watching her. She would watch the same episodes repeatedly every day.

When Raymond got home, he was in a mood when I went to tell him that his sister called, he grumbled and headed to his room.

*****

Later that night, I was summoned to Ray’s room. He sat in a chair looking out the window. I walked over to him and stood by his left side. He reached for my hand and I sat on his lap. He kissed me, “Sorry about earlier.”

“Did you eat?” I asked him. I knew he hadn’t joined us for dinner and I wondered if he had eaten anything.

“I did have a little.” He moved a few strands of my hair out of my face, “my sister called me. She was upset that I had a woman in the house.”

“She doesn’t even know the nature of our relationship.”

He chuckled, “It doesn’t matter. Any time a woman gets too close to me, she gets frightened that it will limit the amount of money I can give to her. I seriously haven’t heard from her in six months.”

I caressed his face. I was settled to see him in a better mood. I stood in front of him and removed my clothes. He pulled out his erect member and I sat on his lap once more allowing him to fill my space. Slowly, I moved as I remembered how he wanted me to ride his cock, “Very good,” he said to me pleased that I had learned to take my time to get that intense build-up before I climaxed.

I was licking my lips as I glided up and down using my quad muscles to do squats on his dick. He watched me and I smiled at him playing with my tits. He said he loved to watch me ride his cock and I loved riding him.

My legs started to tremble. I had grown tired as my quads stayed flexed as I rode him to my delight. He saw my legs shake and he stood holding me in his strong arms. As he bounced me up and down, I felt my walls collapsing on his shaft. My legs started gyrating, “Oooh fuck,” I exclaimed as it hit me.

He was content that I had finally exploded on his cock leaving his balls wet. He set me on the floor and watched me travel down and take his cock into my mouth. He held the sides of my face and thrust rapidly.

Then he held a section of my hair and held steady pumping my mouth full of his DNA. I drank it down. He helped me to my feet, “I am so addicted to you.”

We kissed and then went to bed.