Cravings (King's Town Novella Series Book 4)
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by Shon
Read between March 20 - March 20, 2023
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“What’s wrong with my face?” I asked with a frown, latching on to the last thing he’d said in an attempt to settle my chaotic thoughts. “Nothing. It’s perfect.” Well, shit…
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My shower and couch were both calling my name. Coming here was already a detour I hadn’t planned to make, but the craving had gotten out of control. Maybe I didn’t need the damn popcorn. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I could go without having this craving satisfied.
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“How old were you when you left?” “Fourteen.” “You went to college when you were fourteen?!” I asked in a loud whisper.
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“I was sixteen when I started college. But I went to a boarding school for science and math on the other side of the state for two years before that.”
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“You don’t have to. The math is saying it for you.” I paused to do some calculations in my head again. “So, you started college at sixteen. Probably got a full ride. And let me guess, you’re an overachiever so you graduated early?”
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“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I said impulsively while he sniffed another sample. He froze before looking over at me with an unreadable expression. “What did you say?”
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“I said I’m so fucking proud of you.” I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Hell, I didn’t even care that he’d made me spill my popcorn. All I felt was pride when I looked at him right now.
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“Students are going to see themselves reflected in you and I think that’s so dope,” I remarked, still reeling from everything I’d learned. King’s Town A&M was a predominantly Black university. Which meant most—if not all—of his students would look like us. “I hope you’re proud of that, too.”
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“I just realized we never introduced ourselves. I’m Zariah.” I held my hand out in his direction. “And you are…?”
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My eyes were playing tricks on me. The image in front of me had to be a hallucination.
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Had to be. Watching Zariah smile in another nigga’s face before she turned around and started dancing on him felt like a betrayal, even though common sense kept telling me I didn’t have the right to feel that way.
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The first night we met, the diamonds on her canines had fascinated me every time she parted her lips. Tonight, they were accompanied by the open-faced golds on her bottom row of teeth. I didn’t need a reason to be even more drawn to her perfect ass mouth, but she’d given me one anyway.
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“I don’t know shit about these imaginary women you speak of, but this ain’t that. I’m not trying to “pick you up.” I already told you the night we met what I was on when it came to you. You need to hear it again?”
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Blinking up at me, she pursed her glossy lips. “Yes, remind me.”
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“You got my undivided attention and it’s gonna stay that way as long as you want it.”
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“As long as I want it?” she asked, curiosity clinging to her words as she spoke an inch away from my mouth.
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“As long as you want it,” I repeated. “I’m on whatever you on, Zariah.”
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Having her this close to me had my dick stiff. And I knew she could feel that shit because she was pressed right up against me.
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Instead of backing down, her pupils expanded while she bit her bottom lip. “I think I like what you’re on.”
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And if he fucked anything like he communicated, I knew it was a wrap for me. He expressed himself almost too fluently. The way words flowed off his tongue had me wondering what else he could do with it.
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He showed you he was putting in the effort. It was an honest mistake. Relax.
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“Be still.” There was no way in hell he thought I was moving when he had this kind of hold on me. I was locked in. Rooted to the spot while I awaited his next order. The pad of his thumb swept over my mouth, dragging my bottom lip down. “Open.” My mouth fell open without hesitation. Brown liquor splashed against my tongue as his chestnut orbs bored into mine. “Swallow.”
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Whether or not he’d intended for that simple order to leave me stuck, I didn’t know. Either way, it ignited another rush of dizzying desire as I did exactly what he told me.
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“Can I taste you?” Suddenly, his hold on me didn’t prevent me from nodding because my head was bobbing like my life depended on it. In a way, it did.
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It only took a split second for me to know that I never wanted to kiss anyone who wasn’t Gabriel again. The way his mouth crashed into mine felt like a long-awaited reunion. I wanted to blame the heady feeling I got on the Hennessy and various drinks I’d downed tonight. But one touch of his lips on mine wiped away that buzz and replaced it with an intoxicating surge of familiarity.
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All of it felt vital. Like a necessity I’d been neglecting, but now that I was aware of the lack, it was all I wanted. Shit—now that I’d had a taste of him, he was all I wanted. 
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Gabriel was the best kind of problem. I should have been running in the opposite direction to get away from his magnetic hold on me. But the only thing I wanted right now was to kiss him again. And again.
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“It’s okay to admit that something bothered you, Z.” Gabe stood up straighter, giving me space that I didn’t want. “But don’t you ever open your pretty ass mouth again to tell me I’m not yours.” Well, shit. “Do I make myself clear?”
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Her being here was enough. More than enough. But the way she was speaking life into me hit me with a wave of gratitude.
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“Gabe, please. You’ve licked, sucked, or fucked every hole on my body.”
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“You feel so good, Gabe. I love this fucking dick.” I stopped to catch my breath. “So much.”
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“Shit. Say that again. Tell me how good I make you feel when I stretch this tight pussy out.”
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“I keep telling you I’m not somebody you can pick a petty fight with. I love you too much. We talk shit out over here. If I fucked up, communicate it so I can fix it.”
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“This what you needed, right? For me to fuck this attitude out of you?” “Yes,” she sobbed, letting her head fall to the cool countertop while she adjusted to my stroke. “Then why you running? You wanna fight? Let that shit out on my dick.”
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“Come on my dick like the good girl you are then, Z.” Her body froze. Her breath hitched and an almost inaudible cry touched my ears. “Aw, fuck.” And because she was a good girl…because she listened so damn well, she came all over my dick and pushed me into my orgasm too.