Borrow Sheldon

He dug his tongue further and licked me off like I was a piece of fruit. I didn't know how he made his tongue dive so deep into my clitoris and move at the same time. He was fumbling my flesh on all sides. I moaned softly and widened my legs for him to get more access. My hands fisted on the bedsheets. He was licking quickly which sent me over the edge but his sucking was attentively slow. I grabbed a bunch of his hair to hold him close and in.

"Denzel! I'm gonna...I feel it so close!" I cried out with literal tears gathering around my eyes. He doesn't do anything about my sudden outpour but kept eating me out like nothing was happening.

"Harder, Denzel. Deeper..." I cried holding onto his head. "Please..."

He withdrew from my pussy and lay next to me. "Sit on my face, Sheldon."

I didn't hesitate and did as he said. I writhed when I sunk into his mouth and his tongue started thrusting faster than before. I had no clue if I should whimper, scream or moan. The pressure building up was a lot. I started moving my hips and grinding against his mouth to get a better chance to cum. If only he was ready to support me with his moves.

I started crying when I couldn't hold on for much longer. I needed to let it all out.

"Denzel, I can't hold on anymore. Please..." He turned me over on the bed, making me lie on my back while he got on top of me. He inserted two of his fingers into my pussy and started fingering me at a hard deeper pace. His lips found my nipple and he started sucking and fondling on the right one. My legs wrapped around his hip as he fingered me into oblivion.

At a certain point, I got so high in the pleasure that I came with a great force, I moaned so loud that I didn't hear Denzel groaning in my ear. He bit on my earlobe for a long time with his finger still caught in between me.

When I was starting to feel another wave that was making me lightheaded, he pulled out his fingers and took over with his tongue once more. This time around, his head was buried in my thighs and he was munching with everything he's got. I straddled my ass against his face while he quietly worked on the nerves in my pussy. I was spread out for him for what felt like thirty minutes. He was still licking persistently with his tongue. I was going to break. I was exhausted but also didn't want him to stop. His hands moved all over my body, turning me on with great need.

When I squirted for the second time after much pleading with Denzel, I was drained. He goes away from down there and trailed kisses from my thighs to my abdomen and up to my face. He kissed me with everything he got and I kissed him back, sucking on his lower lip.

When we disengaged from each other's hold, he stared at me differently. Like he suddenly needed me. He held me close like I was going to run away.

"I can do this all day if you're up for it." He proposed, sounding like he was just getting started.

I slowly guided his hand back into my shaft and he pushed his middle finger inside of me. We sandwiched ourselves as he started pulling in and out of me. I leaped for joy when he added two more fingers Into my pussy. He strummed me harder than the previous thrust and I closed my eyes, loving what it did to my body.

A few days later, I was able to convince Denzel to go to the hair salon with me. He had paid me in advance for the second month of working with him. I was too excited about it so I decided to bring him along with me and we could have lunch at a restaurant too. We were both in his car heading to the salon when Birdie called me. She sounded urgent over the phone while telling me to come over to her house immediately. I told Denzel to drop me off at their house instead maybe after taking care of the emergency, I can then head over to the salon with them.

He agreed and stopped me in front of Birdie and Cali's house.

"Since you ditched me. I have no other choice than to go to my friend's." Denzel said faking a doleful look. I chuckled. Since that evening we had an intimate moment, we've been glued to each other a lot and to think we never actually did the main thing. Denzel alighted with me and we headed to the house together.

"What happened, Birdie?" I asked the moment I saw them looking distressed.

"It's the professor! We were about to get frisky before he suddenly collapsed. I can't even tell if he's dead." Birdie said, frightened. Cali was already crying and screaming that they were murderers. I got scared too hoping he wasn't dead.

"Where is he?" I asked both of them.

"He's in our room upstairs." They replied simultaneously.

"Oh, shit." I blurted.

Denzel grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the girls.

"What the hell are they talking about? Who collapsed? You know what? Let's get out of here before the police get here." He suggested trying to leave. I stopped him with a pull.

"Come on Denzel, they're my friends. I can't leave them behind." I pouted.

"Fine, let's call an ambulance." He started taking out his phone.

"An ambulance? We'll be in more trouble if he's pronounced dead." Cali jibed.

"You'll be in a bigger problem if you don't give him the help he needs before it's too late. We are calling the ambulance." He insisted.

We all agreed to do what Denzel says. The ambulance showed up some minutes later and the professor was carried out of the house. Luckily, he was still alive and only needed a doctor's care. I was happy Denzel helped us get out of this unforeseen situation. But I didn't get the chance to tell him because he had urgent calls to attend to. I sat there in the car listening to him speak to several people and all he talked about was work. I thought of how it was like Hunter. He was always paying attention and ready to hear me speak.

Denzel didn't have the kind of time. He had too many responsibilities. Then, he whispered to me amid one of his long calls;

"Please, remind me we have a dinner party today at Morgan's house. If you want a dinner gown, we can go get one right now."

"Don't worry. I have that." I whispered back and he kissed me on the cheek before continuing with his calls. My heart felt warm and cuddly. But when I remember I'm going to see the Morgans, I feel seek In my stomach.

What comes with having Denzel as my man isn't just his money, heart, and body, his family also comes in the package.

And I would be seeing Hunter. He never called since these past few days so I wondered if he was alright.

Back in the house, Denzel and I dressed up together for dinner. I had forced my way into his room and I'd blame him because he always wanted me close to him at night. Hana was still hating on me but she was the least of my problems.

Denzel was already dressed up and I was still checking the purse that would fit my dress and shoes.

After too much confusion, I decided to go take one and leave. A driver came to pick us up and we hit the road.

"If anyone asks about our wedding, just tell them the wedding preparations are ongoing," Denzel said.

I nodded, taking notes in my mind.

"And don't ever leave me tonight. I don't want you talking to Hunter otherwise, I won't let you cum tonight." He warned.

I closed my eyes feeling a hitch in my abdomen. His head was given. I would hate myself if I don't get to have an orgasm. I would even beg for it.

Our SUV pulled up at the Morgans. Flashy cars were all over the parking space. I got down with Denzel and we made our way into the building. Rich folks were all over the ground floor holding wine and dining with cheerful laughs on their faces.

"Hey, Sheldon. You look beautiful." Hunter said, coming from behind us.

"Thanks," I muttered holding onto Denzel tightly.

"Hey, Denzel. Do you mind me borrowing Sheldon for a minute?" Hunter asked staring at Denzel.

I was starting to wonder if he remembers I'm human enough to decide if I would go with him or not. The permission shouldn't be from Denzel but from me.

Denzel was quiet — giving Hunter the deadliest stare I've ever seen him give off.