Richard had just closed his eyes after an endless night of aching balls and sleeplessness, when there was banging on his door.
He had missed Stacey desperately, even before he had urged her to go back home. He hadn’t wanted it to be more difficult than it should be, seeing as she had to go home despite their feelings and giving into his urge to hold her back would have solved nothing.
Since he’d told PJ and Debbie that he’d be returning the next weekend, he couldn’t go back to their house, he had to stay here until his supposed return.
This was the reason why the insistent knock on his door this early in the morning was strange, it was barely seven am. How could Ani have let anybody in, he wondered, his eyes still closed. The only person who had the effrontery to bother him this early in the morning, as no other close person knew his house, was his contractor.
His head felt heavy from sleeplessness, missing Stacey terribly, enduring her scent on the sheets and pillows and imbibing from his lone bottle of whiskey the whole night to numb the pain.
And then he heard her voice shout his name, it was faint but it broke through the haze he was floating in and registered in his mind. Stacey was there!
Richard shoved off the bed urgently, pulled on his gray sweatpants and rushed to his front door. He was breathing hard when he opened the door and saw her standing there, equally breathing hard and looking exactly like he felt.
He knew he shouldn’t be glad that she’d obviously had an equally terrible night, but he couldn’t curb the bubble of happiness rolling in his heart at the notion. It meant she reciprocated his feelings, if not entirely, but a bit. A good start, a point he was confident he could grow and make her love him like he did her.
“Not that I’m not totally ecstatic at seeing you here, but what are doing here this early?” he asked curiously, his eyes took in her jean cutoffs, the t-shirt that molded her bountiful breasts beautifully, her crazy natural hair, her glasses, her widened eyes, her makeup-less face which made her look like an innocent child…
“I couldn’t sleep,” she croaked, her eyes entertaining uncertainty.
Stacey had to swallow severally but no matter how she tried, there was nothing in her mouth to moisten her throat as she stared at Richard’s naked upper body.
His shoulders were broad and begging to be clung on…by her. She bit her lower lip as her eyes lowered to his pecs, the smattering of hair on his chest emphasized the curve of his man breasts and her mouth watered as she recalled the flatness of his nipple against her tongue.
Her eyes followed the defined muscles and arrived at his washboard stomach, it looked so hard it was possible to bounce a soft ball off it. The ridged muscled of his stomach rippled to his equally washboard abs, the waistband of his sweatpants hung low on his hips and she gasped unconsciously when she saw the prodigious bulge straining the groin of the sweatpants.
“That’s what your presence alone does to me. But when you look at me as though I’m a meal you want to devour, baby, you make me mad,” he croaked feelingly, hoping he was communicating how intensely she affected him.
Richard widened the door for her and she stumbled in, when he slammed it close, she dropped her laptop bag on the dusty, un-cemented floor of his parlor.
“You didn’t call,” she accused as she turned to him.
“I couldn’t,” he replied and grasped her below her buttocks, lifting and pinning her on the cool smoothness of his front door, then he kissed her.
It was more than a kiss, a taking over, a branding, as he feverishly pushed his tongue into her mouth and plain made love to her mouth.
She whimpered, her legs strongly curved and hanging from his hips as he pressed her to the door, supporting most of her weight while she happily clung from his wide shoulders, reveling in the feeling of her body smashed against his. Her fingers grabbing and holding on to the tiny tail of his semi Mohawk.
“Why?” she managed in a gasp as she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her lace covered breasts at the same level with his face and she enjoyed his desperate gaze as he stared at them.
His abdomen held her up as he reached and pulled down the straps of her bra, one at a time and she helped, her breasts bouncing out of the lacey contraption and Richard eagerly welcomed an already pebbled nipple into his mouth.
When he let it out with a wet pop, he looked up at Stacey with a sincere expression, “Because I feared I would drive down to your house at that ungodly hour if I heard your voice.”
“Richard…” she croaked as though begging that what he said be true. He slid her down, pulled off her glasses, hurriedly opened and shoved her jean cutoffs down her legs.
Stacey shoved his straining sweatpants down his hips too, making his cock pop out and hang straight and they both hurriedly stepped out of their cloths. A fever drove them, an unquenchable fever that needed to be fed; a fever that only their bodies could assuage.
It took about two minutes to stop his shuddering, yet his hips still made tiny plunging movements that made Stacey whimper with need. And even though she was tired, her limbs numb and shaking from hanging precariously, she undulated, moaning as his head lowered and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Richie…” she whispered in a needy tone.
He grunted, released her nipple with a wet pop, shifted his arm and lifted her from under her buttocks, his semi hard shaft sliding out of her and causing both of them to moan…his arm muscle strained as he supported her weight and matched to his room.
Stacey enjoyed being wrapped around him as he made his way to his room. The cooling breeze of the fan on her heated back was the first sign that they’d reached his room. Then he tenderly placed her on the bed as though she were a baby and he knelt there, his heavy lidded eyes staring at her with an emotion that cause a log to get stuck in Stacey’s throat.
“Good morning,” he whispered with a smile in his deep, gravely voice.
Her eyes lowered shyly from his piercing stare, “Good morning.”
Richard lifted one of his hands wedged on the bed on both sides of her and raised her chin up, making sure her eyes leveled with his, “There she is,” he murmured with a smile, before lowering his head to capture her mouth in a wet, soft and sweet kiss that made her toes curl on the bed.
He slid down beside her and dragged her close, fitting her body to his; they were a perfect fit and the thought brought a secret smile to his lips.
“Where did you drop my glasses?” she gasped in sudden recall, struggling to get out of his arms.
Richard chuckled, “Now you remember your glasses? There were so many scenarios that could have broken it from when you walked in,” he joked and laughed when she pinched the skin of his stomach. Richard was pleasantly surprised that she had a fierceness that she’d hid perfectly. Discovering it now was like a precious gift to him.
He had never experienced that fierceness when they’d been teenagers and even now, before he’d taken her to his bed and discovered how passionate she was, he would never have known.
When his laugh died down he told her that he’d carefully placed her glasses on her bag on the floor of the sitting room. They laughed again when she murmured with chagrin that her bag would be dusty.
“I saw Ani leave for school when I arrived,” she commented randomly.
“I’m sorry, babe, I forgot to tell you about him and I promised,” he replied, his voice growling through his hard chest as Stacey placed her head there.
She pulled back to look at his face with a smile, “It’s not your fault,” she grinned mischievously, “I kept you busy all weekend.”
Richard barked out a laugh, he loved this little, curvy woman, she kept surprising him every time and the emotion increased in his heart. He had held off on confessing how he felt so that he wouldn’t scare her, it was too soon.
“Ani was just one of the labors hired to lift cement blocks for the mason building my house. I saw him around and was reminded that I was once like him, I mean, I recognized the hungry, hopeless look in his eyes.”
Stacey swallowed hard and kept silent. Richard had never really talked about his days on the streets to her but she had an idea what he’d gone through because Wana had given her a clue. Wana had begged Debbie to counsel him and Wana had said that Debbie had cried afterwards but had never revealed what Richard had told her.
It hurt that as his best friend he had never had the need to confess his past to her, but she understood and would give him time. Some day he would and she would beg him to allow her write his story.
“So, just to confirm it, after work one of those days, I followed him at a safe distance, I sat at a bar and watched what he bought,” his face looked so sad that Stacey unconsciously reached out and touched his jaw, her own heart twisting at his pain.
After a deep breath, “When you live on the street, everything you buy has to be in minimums. The boy hadn’t eaten all day because he’d had no money, seeing as payment was only at the end of the working day. His total for that day was about a thousand naira and all he had to eat after a hard day of work was a measly loaf of bread.”
Stacey swallowed her tears, gritted her teeth so that she wouldn’t speak and waited.
Richard felt the familiar pain the memory of his life usually brought to his chest. He took a deep breath and all he inhaled was Stacey, and it seemed to calm his growing agitation. She balanced him, he had known this already, and it was the reason he’d felt like a fool when he’d pushed her away.
She was his anchor and right then when the sorrow of his past threatened to drown him, just her scent kept him sane. Richard hugged her tightly and was tempted to confess his overwhelming love for her but held back…still too soon.
“Ani was obviously the sensible kind, he was saving his money. I had hoped that he had a home, but after spending hours at the bar, watching him, he had waited until the stalls closed and the owners gone before he made his way in there to sleep.”
“Oh God,” she whispered, feeling his pain and not able to curb her reaction. She sniffed, pressed her tear stained face on his chest and listened.
“He probably would have slept at the building site but my compound was already fenced and gated. When I walked up to him, you should have seen the instant fear in his eyes, he wanted to deny whatever I was about to accuse him of but then he looked entirely hopeless like his denial wouldn’t make any difference.”
“Why would he think you were going to accuse him?” she asked even though she had silently promised that she wouldn’t.
Another heavy sigh from Richard indicated his next words were important, “At a building site there’s always theft of rods, bags of cement, gravel, anything that could be sold in the black market for a fee. And some of these things had been missing at my site, I already knew who was stealing them and had already decided the contractor would sack him the next day.”
“But usually, from experience, hands always pointed at the weakest link when things go missing and rich guys, well, they just assume any poor, homeless kid is a criminal. It’s a normal assumption, well, until the clan, that’s what I’d always thought.”
“But the majority of these rich folks believe that. Ani must have had such an experience and probably thought I was there to accuse him of the missing items. I calmed his fears, took him to eat at a restaurant that was still opened that late and then took him back to the building site.”
“There wasn’t much I could do for him that night. The next day though, my first priority was to complete the security house, it just needed a roof and a window. While that was going on, I got him a small mattress, bed sheets, blankets, bucket, soap, cream…just basically things I never had until Debbie took me in…”
Stacey cut off his words with a kiss that was designed to comfort and communicate how sorry she was that he’d ever experienced such hardship in his life.
He groaned and squashed her body against his, kissing her so ferociously that she whimpered with a wince and he had to loosen the tight hold of his arms around her.
With a growl, he pushed her to her back, nudged her knees apart and slid his hardened shaft into her welcoming cove. She held him, not as a lover but as a mother. She held him as though he was her child who needed comfort and she gave that to him. She held him and allowed him fuck the tiny exposure of his past away.
It was selfish of him, but he needed her body to take the stench of the past away. Richard knew he had to confess the whole sordid detail to her one day. It was compulsory that he do it if he wanted to have her permanently in his life but he wondered how he would manage that when this little revelation made him behave like a rutting animal.
His past had been the reason he’d destroyed his friendship with her five years ago. He squeezed his eyes and pounded into her continuously, greedily taking everything she offered, greedily accepting her solace.
When she cried out her climax, he was glad because he hadn’t really been paying attention to her needs, he had just been rutting away like an animal in heat.
Soon, he followed her, pouring his seed into her, conscious that he’d fucked her twice without protection, desperately wishing that something came out of it, that way she would stay with him forever, that way she would be his forever. That way he would always have solace against the pain of his past.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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