Chapter 5: When You're Gone
A/N: I'm back. Sorry this chapter would've gotten out a lot sooner if I wasn't sick as a dog for two weeks straight. The way I was feeling, y'all there's no way I didn't catch the rona. I'm feeling much better so I'll be giving this fic a rest for a minute and working on the others. I feel like I've been neglecting them.
Coincidentally, your friends stayed over til about eleven after watching a few movies and getting their fill of hilarious conversation. Alexis and Tre playfully bickered the whole time damn near on account of Alexis wanting to put everything on Snapchat. As they walked out of the door, Tre yelled out a clear-cut, "Imma burn one for you!" after learning of your social media break due to you refusing to look at your phone for hours.
It was about time to look for a new job or at least something to keep you busy. Merely sitting at home doing nothing was not going to cut it. You needed to find something to preoccupy your time in a productive manner you thought as you laid in your bed with the sheets up to your neck watching Shameless with the AC on full blast. Lamentably, your mind was all over the place with haphazard thoughts. Regardless of your emotional state, you absolutely refused to play Drake's 'Marvin's Room' or your favored tracks on The Weeknd's 'Trilogy' album you knew you couldn't resist listening to anyway.
First and foremost, you were a little angry at him because he didn't check the disrespect coming from his colleague in the first place. Despite having tough skin, or so you liked to think, your feelings were still easily hurt by certain things and certain people. Even if she apologized, you couldn't see the two of you becoming friends in the near future. Annoyingly, you head constantly replayed Cardi B's infamous moniker of "If a girl have beef with me, she gon have beef with me...foreva."
Nonetheless, you were still plagued by the question of "Was it uncalled for to feel this way under the circumstances?" Summarizing that you were too deep in your feelings about it for it to truly go away so soon. And it would have to be addressed sooner or later. It was only a matter of when. Frankly, you wouldn't be happy until you both were standing eye to eye.
Perhaps a trip to your parents house tomorrow would do you so good.
You reached over to retrieve your phone charging on the nightstand. Face ID instantly granted you access into the locked phone. There was an unread message from an unsaved number sent around two hours ago. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it was him. Honestly, it was nothing to admit that you anticipated any contact from him. Be it text, call, or physical appearance. Entertaining the thought of only responding using emojis or gifs but you were much too tired to act immature.
"Are you well?"
A quick reply was typed. "Yes."
You expected a text back in somewhere between one and two hours, thinking that perhaps he was busy or just wasn't near his phone at the moment. What you didn't expect, however, was for him to Facetime you almost immediately after. With the phone vibrating in your hands, you still hesitated to answer even with the man you longed for on the other end of it. Rearranging the pillows behind you, you moved into a sitting position then took a deep breath. The green button was pressed a half a second later.
Perhaps he was lying down in darkness or something.
"Are you coming back today?"
"Afraid not."
You were not an expectant wife awaiting her husband's return but the disappointment in your chest couldn't be quelled. "Why not."
"Loose ends."
"That's unfortunate. Are you in New York at least?"
"Overseas."
Rolling your eyes none too subtly, you fell back into the pillows with a pout. Him not being in New York was the equivalent of waking up and seeing that Apple Music took money from your account. There was no telling when he'd been back now. You'd hadn't the faintest clue where he was and he didn't seem inclined to tell you. "What's overseas?"
"A target."
"Is it really that important?"
"Yes."
"Who's the target?"
"I can't divulge such information." As much as you wanted to be angry, you couldn't. The man had a job to do and he'd been doing it long before he met you. Whether a few days turned into a week or weeks - you had no power to change anything.
"Oh well. Hopefully, everything is going well."
A light switch went off in your brain, you had an idea.
"I guess I'll have to find someone else to keep me company. You know, with you being gone and all." Teasing him and challenging his authority was so fun. He couldn't tell you what to do, especially if he was in another country with his dick. Did he expect you not to be defiant while he was gone? It was likely so.
"That's unwise I assure you."
The man was surely giving you a hard stare that bespoke of his displeasure with your choice of words.
"Is it though? I'm here all by myself." Unconsciously, one of your hands slid into your tank top over your left breast. The action wasn't a sexual one, it was a habit picked up solely for comfort.
The other end of the phone was deadly silent, not a single sound could be heard. You knew you'd got a rise out of him.
"Let me see." His voice sounded lower, predatory and fully indicative of a man of self-control that knew what he wanted.
Even more, astonishing was his request - to say you were shocked was an understatement. You wished you could see his face, some description of a reaction would be helpful to know just what you were dealing with.
This was intimate and personal - as far as interacting with another person behind a screen. He'd given you a sexual request that he wanted fulfilled. It was a means for him to sate hidden desire while he was away. You would never expect something like this from him. The assassin was asking you to show your tits over the call. You weren't a cam girl. It was exceedingly hard to be sexy and keep the phone at a good angle. To keep the phone steady.
Overall, you didn't feel like he was pushing you out of your comfort zone. You slowly stripped away off your top, baring your breasts to the room and John's expectant sight. You supposed it wasn't that hard to execute since you weren't able to see his face while you did so. His appreciation helped boost your self-esteem and confidence. The feeling of seeking validation from a man was something you vowed to to never let yourself experience even under the threat of death.
Your parents house was located in a nice little neighborhood across town with little to no crime. Besides the 'Williams' who lived next door, they were the only black residents that occupied the neighborhood. The house had been the source of the family get together's ever since. Something your father had a love/hate relationship with seeing as he loved to host family events but wouldn't tolerate kids running through his house.
"Mama!" You called out.
"We're in the living room!"
After closing the door, you stepped into the archway that led towards the living room. Although you really liked the aesthetic, you still felt as if you weren't all the way familiar with the house seeing as they moved into it just two months shy of you going off to college. In spite of this, you still had a room set up for you should you decide to move back home or stay there for a few days. All courtesy of your father, who really hated the fact that you decided to go out and get an apartment in the first place. Not only were you his only child but you were a woman. He constantly worried for your safety. What parent wouldn't be? The shootout at the bar had mortified your parents to the point where they didn't even want you to get another job.
Sadly, it couldn't be helped. You moved into your apartment because you desperately needed your own space. It was nothing like having your own. Though you hated to admit it, sometimes your folks drove you crazy. After high school, you quickly came to the conclusion that paying rent every month was worthwhile than staying at home.
Your mother had Sunday dinner cooking on the stove while she sat in the front room with your aunt Denise sipping at a mug that was no doubt filled with coffee. The kitchen emitted a wonderful smell throughout the house that you would never tire of.
Once you came into view, your mother sat her coffee mug down on the table. "Well hello there stranger."
"Hey, my dusty mae!" You smiled fondly at the nickname your aunt had given you at three years old after you'd ruined a new dress your parents had bought by rolling in the dirt outside. Your mother was absolutely pissed about the incident and it still got brought up today. Regardless, you hugged both of the women.
"Hey auntie."
Delight flashed across her features. "Girl, I haven't seen you in so long. Where you been?" Aunt Denise asked, holding your hands in that kind manner she always did.
You shrugged. "School. Work. Those kids of things."
She inclined her head playfully. "Is that so? You ain't got no boyfriend do ya?"
The question gave you full pause. There was a lot of thinking about but then again, it really wasn't. Still, you didn't mean to hesitate with your answer.
Aunt Denise perked up. "Oop. You hesitated to answer."
"But I really don't have a boyfriend."
"Mmmhhh. Just remember, pound town is fun until you end up with a little pound cake in the oven. Ask your mother."
You made a face.
"Hey now!" You mother interjected.
"Your mother used to get on my last nerves talking about your father. Sneaking out the house when they were young and forcing me to be a lookout."
Your mother paused to retrieve and blew on her steaming coffee. "Don't get mad about something you volunteered to do."
You shook your head, trying not to smile at the scene unfolding in front of you. As sisters, the pair would argue about anything and it was the most amusing thing ever. It was always funny no matter what the subject was about. You actually attributed it to how you learned how to argue.
"I hear Marvin's daughter is pregnant again, you know she doesn't mind bringing them a grandchild home." Your aunt remarked.
Aunt Denise was your favorite primarily because she was the boujee aunt with no kids that always gave you money since you were a child. She was full of womanly wisdom and you could talk to her about virtually anything. Plus, she always supplied you and your mother with all the tea and family gossip.
"Well once my daughter brings home that degree, then she can bring me a grandchild." Your mother answered.
Your cheeks burned at the conversation topic, especially since you knew things that they didn't. For all your heady efforts, you and John would have about five buns in the oven by now if your birth control was any less effective.
Okay, you'd heard enough of this conversation. "Where's daddy?"
"He's out picking up something from the store. Been gone so long I don't even remember what I sent him out to get."
You snickered at this. Your father could be in his casket at his own funeral and would get up and leave if your mother asked him to. You were slightly surprised that your father wasn't barbecuing since he would literally use any excuse to get on the grill. Excusing yourself from the living, you made your way towards the kitchen.
Nearly jumping when your mother yelled from the living room, "Don't go in that kitchen messing with that food either!"
You bypassed the living room and started randomly rambling in every room you came across. Every time you came home you made it a mission to steal some household items ranging from food to cleaning supplies. Hopefully, you didn't get caught sneaking them out when it was time to leave.
You had half a mind to invite your friends to help but Jasmine was out of town with her mother and Alexis had to work a twelve hour shift at the shop today. Honestly, you felt for her. You knew what it was like to have a horrible boss and Alexis loved working at the boutique where she indeed had a shitty boss. With him and Alexis, there was always that atmosphere of tension and distrust. Who could work in such a tenuous and noxious environment. He tended to look over her talents and accomplishments. Not to mention, that she was one of the most valued and hardworking employees. Most customers, new and regular, favored her.
You were bothered by the fact that your time without him wasn't going by as smoothly as you'd hoped. More disturbed by the fact that you weren't able to push him out of your mind at least for a little while. The man occupied your thoughts more often than not. John Wick has surely left his mark on you in more ways than one. You missed everything about him, from the scent of his cologne to the feel of his hands on you. You didn't even question how he'd gotten your contact information and you were loath to admit that you actually approved of the crafty behavior.
The sun would be descending soon and you wanted to be back at your apartment by then.
It's rather late now, past eight, the sky was tinged with darkness, clouds hovering aimlessly. You'd managed to get all your stolen goods home and with nothing else to do, you decided to partake in a deep cleaning of your apartment. You started with the kitchen first, working your way to the bathroom, your bedroom, and lastly putting away freshly washed laundry. You were basically running on autopilot, blasting music as you did so.
Once you made it back to your apartment complex, the sight of your distracted landlord inconveniencing another woman only prompted you to sneak past without being noticed. As you were certain he'd been awaiting your return.
From the first time you met him, you just got a feeling in the pit of your stomach. And it wasn't like you to ignore your gut feeling when it came to anything. First impressions can adversely affect a person's perception of you. For starters, his accent always put you on edge for some reason, that and his intense green eyes that often leered at you for long periods of time. It made you not want to meet his gaze at all. At one point, you were sure he'd memorized your work schedule. Plus there were multiple failed attempts to get your phone number, seeing as how you only wanted to be contacted or informed by email pertaining to any housing issue.
Renting is more convenient and affordable for a student like yourself. Paying rent meant not being responsible for repairs and having freedom from a lease the minute it was over. You couldn't for the life of you understand why your monthly rent just couldn't be dropped off by the front office. Why did he have to make an effort of coming by your flat to collect the payment. At the threat of harassment, you'd learned to limit all conversation and keep contact at an absolute minimum. You knew it was only a matter of time before he propositioned you. He had by one time to fuck up and you would sue the shit outta him.
Regardless of what the man thought, you were not vulnerable, be it socially or culturally.
A distinctive rapt on the door broke the peacefulness of the apartment and sounded over the music. Pressing the pause button, you made a slow beefline to the door, undoing all three locks. Turning the knob you opened the door to a welcome sight.
A strong, bearded jaw came into your line of vision. Lips were fixed into a straight line, piercing brown eyes trained directly on you as you stood like a scared rabbit caught in headlights. One thing that stood out was that his body was not clad in a tailored suit this time. Instead John wore a brown leather jacket, white shirt, denim jeans, and black boots to compliment his appearance. A stark contrast from his normal three piece suit. Aside from the actuality that you'd never seen him dress so casually, you had to admit that it rather suited him. No pun intended.
God, the nerve of you to want to joke at a time like this. You blamed it on bouts of socially awkwardness seeming from middle school.
Your heart was beating so fast you feared it might stop before long. Truth be told, you weren't expecting him back so soon. Figuring that when he came back he still might be a few days away from you. Yet, here he was, standing at your door. Images of what occurred last night flicked across your subconscious and that initial embarrassment came rushing back. You felt so frazzled and your appearance luckily didn't match how you felt at the moment. You felt a small amount of relief at that.
Shaking it off, you half-halfheartedly levelled him with the fakest hard stare before turning to allow him entrance into the apartment.
You had indeed lied to him about whether or not something was bothering you. Stubbornness preventing you from voicing your mind like you truly wanted to. Honestly, you should've known better, John paid attention to every little detail. Seriously, you could've just told him that you were feeling some kind of way from the beginning but no, you had to be dramatic and throw a tantrum.
Where was your sense of self-preservation?
A dark brow rose.
Attention shifted to an elaborately made package with a bow in his left hand.
"We need to have a talk about honesty." His tone made you inadvertently shiver. The man could make the simplest words sound sultry.
"Okay. Let's talk then."
"The day I left, I asked you if there was something on your mind. You were not honest with me."
"Yeah, so…" You nonchalantly proclaimed, folding your arms against your chest defensively.
John stepped closer until he was standing directly in front of you, with the height difference practically towering over you."If there is an issue, I want to be the first to know about it."
You faltered, visibly taken aback by his words. His serious nature and emotional stability on full display at this particular point in time. His sense of morality raising above his quiet introverted side. With the likeness of a scolded child, you turned your eyes away, choosing not to look at him.
"You must never lie to me. Never keep secrets from me. No omissions."
The world like it had withered away in that moment. Your heart pounded loudly as you listened to him. John brought his lethal fingers under your chin, prompting your eyes to meet his once more. "Do you understand?"
There was a brief period of silence, mainly because you needed time to pick your mouth off of the floor.
You could help but get the feel that he was an extraordinary man with extraordinary talents who just wanted to have a normal life. On top of that, he was a no nonsense type of person. A man of few words, full of action. There were a number of things he could do to reassure you. For example, shooting Perkins in the face could be one.
"Let's try this again shall we?"
Consequently, you left your brow twitch but you couldn't deny him the truth any longer. "I don't like your friend. Perkins."
A knowing expression etched itself onto his features.
"I'm aware."
Naturally, you had expected him to dismiss the event as inconsequential. It was such a typical male response and yet, you didn't expect anything else.
"Oh really? I didn't think you could tell with her hands rubbing all over your chest." You answered in a snarky manner.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you." His tone was no less neutral than when the conversation first started.
"I'm not jealous."
Men like him could be intimidating. His stare was penetrating, when he looked at you it was like he could see into the depths of your soul. You fought the urge to shiver as he brought up one to gently caress the side of your face.
"Perkins is a colleague. Nothing more."
"Whatever, I'm still mad at you." You made sure not to sound convinced on purpose. "What's in the bag."
John followed your gaze towards the bag sitting on your counter, he then moved to pick it up.
"Belgium Chocolate Chip Cookies." He noticed how your eyes lit up, the man was fully aware of your obsession with the baked sweets. "I made arrangements to get them since I knew you would like them. However, if you don't want then I'll..."
He was not surprised when you practically snatched the sweet confections out of his hands. Glaring at him for even suggesting that you didn't want the treats. "Still angry?"
"You're forgiven...for now."
Once you sat the cookies in your kitchen, John's mouth latched onto yours possessively, swallowing down the oxygen from your throat greedily. The kiss was full of entitlement. Everything about you belongs to him now.
Solid arms wrapped around your waist as you both stumbled towards the couch. You were soon lifted to straddle John's hips on the couch, legs pressed up against the sinewy muscle of his hip bone. Hunger flashed across his eyes the longer he stared into your face.
The union was so unexpected and surreal that you still had trouble believing that the two of you had even crossed paths. The level of connection was growing deeper and deeper everyday. John was quite the extraordinary man in those respects.
A loud knock at the door halted any further actions from taking place. The unexpected interruption forced you to pull your lips from John's in a haste. You had no idea who it could be knocking at your door this late but you had a hunch. Untangling your limbs from around the man, you briskly ventured to the door to a most unwelcome guest. Your unorthodox landlord stood eager and all too ecstatic to see you, having finally figured out that you were home. How he found that out, you couldn't begin to fathom. Somebody had to tell him because you were sure you'd successfully sneaked past him earlier.
"Hey there_. I'm here to collect the rent." His smile was no less creepy as he leveled it unto you.
You were no less uncomfortable as you stood in shorts that could definitely pass as underwear on a decent day. Without reciprocating his smile, you moved to recover your wallet from your purse across the room. Despite this, you could practically feel the sleazy man's gaze on your backside and no amount of trying to ignore it would take away how disturbed it made you.
"I like how you've decorated the place. Really adds a layer of individuality. I like that in my tenants."
You only answered a low "Hmm." to his totally eerie comment as you rifled through your purse.
A pair of comforting arms wrapped themselves around your waist and you panicked for a second before the smell of John registered in your brain. You cursed inwardly as you'd completely forgotten he was there. The hardness of his chest against your back calmed down a great deal. He was grounding method, a reminder that he was still there. That he would protect you from any and all. Heart giving a discernible thump at this.
Without further delay, you turned to John's arms, moving back towards the open front door where the obnoxious still stood, slightly bothered by the other man following closely behind you. You didn't like the way the man looked at you and apparently, John wasn't too fond of it either.
You were quick to hand the disgruntled man the money and shut the door before any further interaction could be made. A sigh of relief was breathed afterwards.
Lips skimming over your neck resulting in pleasant tingles all over. Pretty soon, you were swept off your feet and virtually carried to your bedroom and deposited softly on the bed. During the short journey, you'd gotten a whiff of his cologne and male musk, it left you intoxicated and burning with desire. Exploring hands caressed your chest ever so gently, kneading t-shirt covered breasts. John knew all about your erogenous zones, your chest being one of those.
He began trailing a line of kisses on your upper and lower lip respectively, giving a little nibble here and there. You hesitantly opened your mouth allowing him full access and he reclaimed your lips with a renewed passion. As expected, his tongue plundered yours almost immediately. The kisses were sensuous, wet, and all-consuming. The man was a seasoned kisser.
It didn't take long for your shirt to be lifted off your frame and your multicolored bra soon followed. Your right nipple ended up in his mouth while his left hand massaged the other.
Hands traced the curve of your back before moving downward to firmly cup your ass. As he massaged your buttocks, a tingling began in the pit of your abdomen. He appreciated your womanly curves, fingers traveling up and down your sides. Much attention had been drawn to your figure-hugging sleeping shorts.
"Up." His voice was smooth and rich, while his appendages moved to help you assume the position he wanted.
"Arch."
The one word commands caused an internal ache within your pussy. When he spoke, you listened.
You didn't really know what to expect being placed in this position, your cheek pressing into a pillow. His brow was creased in concentration as he stared at your ass. A thumb slides over your core through your shorts. The exploring thumb pressed harder, parting your lower lips without much effort, rubbing the aching mound with slow strokes. His actions left you even wetter.
Skillful digits hooked into your shorts expertly capturing your panties, then dragged both fabrics over your hips to pool on the floor.
The view from his angle, no doubt provided an obscene sight. Your blossomed hued anus was upturned to his gaze. To put it mildly, there was significant embarrassment on your part, just not enough where you were uncomfortable. In all fairness, you really like what he was doing to you in a confused sort of way. Stroking the inside of your thighs. Nipping and sucking on the flesh on the back of your thighs, lathering his tongue over the soft skin almost too indulgently. Not that you didn't mind, a few hickeys here and there never hurt anyone.
In a millisecond, John descended on your exposed pink bud flattening his tongue against it before ultimately diving the appendage inside the tight circle. Your mouth flew open with a silent cry, uncontrollable emotion rising in your chest, eyes fluttered closed.
John was giving you the tongue lashing of your life, to the point where you were starting to feel lightheaded. That, and you just couldn't get over the shock of John eating your ass. Over your course of sexual activity, you never had a guy choose to do something so sinful. So depraved. His ministrations left your asshole soaked with glistening saliva while he ravenously worked over your bud. Before you knew it, your thighs were quivering and you let out a whimpering cry of bliss. The slow suction and occasional grazing of lips and teeth had the power to do you in.
The heat of his wet tongue swirling and dragging across your delicate flesh making you whimper softly. The muscle was expertly wiggling and curling inside your tensing pucker. With each movement, your pussy clenched sporadically. The probing was making you lose your mind. Your opening grew more soaked, juices gushing along your folds. Adding insult to injury, John was occasionally lapping at your heated core hungrily, devouring the essence.
Unable to help yourself, you pushed your hips back into his face, the wonderful pressure causing you to grind on his face. Nearly startled when two fingers slid into your warm sleeve, slowly pumping in and out. An orgasm ripped through your body at that moment, frame bowing under the ardent euphoria. Gush after gush of juices flowed from your opening and John didn't miss a beat as he slurped up every last drop, leaving juices glistening in his neatly trimmed beard.
Your eyes snapped shut, lungs attempting to pull in desperate gasps of air. John no doubt noticed this and pulled away.
The sound of a belt buckle being unfastened drew your attention as you lay heaving from over stimulation on the bed.
Uneven breath hitched in response.
Hands slid down your legs until they ended up hooked under your knees and pushed back to your chest. Your legs were soon spread apart to his erotic fascination displaying your soaked passage.
The mushroomed head made contact with your hot, dripping entrance. Positioning the head snugly against your sopping wet opening, his length sank into your shivering body in a single fluid motion, sinking in until he bottomed out. He made sure to maintain eye contact the entire time. Mouth falling open, you couldn't help sucking in a weak, shuddering breath as his heavyweight, pressed your body into the soft mattress.
John carefully gathered your braids, moving then up and over the pillow that held your head.
Alternating between long, deep strokes, his veiny shaft that damn near touched the bottom of your stomach. For a moment, you thought you might die from the sheer pleasure of it all. Sex with him was always blindingly intense, like drowning in a sea of ecstasy. Every nerve ending in your body was aware. You couldn't stop your gut from clenching. The slow pounding was guaranteed to put you to sleep right after.
Clear moisture flowing evenly from your succulent entrance as he reseated himself into your inviting depths. He was soon pounding in earnest, the strong tempo of his hips was mind-numbing. The headboard began to hit the wall with each movement. It was hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to move. All you could do was wail brokenly while he hammered into the strangling orifice that was your pussy.
With little effort on your part, you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling back at the sensation. By your own delirious account, you thought it had to be some kind of divine intervention that kept your soul from leaving your body at that moment. He swooped down to capture a nipple in his mouth and sensation took the very breath out of you. Hands reaching out blindly, you searched for something to grab a hold of. Fingers soon entwined themselves in his dark mane, holding him closer to your chest. Your spine arched as he deliberately deepened his stroke, the angle causing the head to batter that bundle of sensitive nerves nestled in your core. The ecstasy was nearly painful. Your body was drawn tighter than a bow.
The dark haired embodiment of death hond in on your sweet spot like a true tactician, holding deep eye contact the whole time. Eyes beginning to water from the intense stimulation being induced up on your spasming body. The realization that this was why you were crazy about him was starting to set in.
John watched intently as the outline of his dick was made visible pounding the bottom of your stomach. He always had to readjust his grip tighter and amplify his ministrations when your body started to contract around his. Your entire body started shaking, releasing a tortured moan, body bathing his shaft in creamy secretions.
John was not a vocal person, even in the throws of passion but somehow you'd gotten more than a few vocalizations out of him. Being able to coax groans out of him seems like a one in a lifetime achievement. He panted as he licked up the column of your throat, breath hot against your skin. Feeling his dick pulsate when he cums inside of you is top tier.
You were coming apart at the seams.
