Inheritance

Chapter 11

"Yeah, sure." I locked my arm with his, leading us to the dining room. 

After taking a seat beside him at the head of the table, I received a text from Caleb who informed me that he would be here soon. I sent him a short reply, then fixed my body into a relaxing position to take in the nostalgic setting.

The one thing I loved about my uncle's condo was the spectacular setup of the rooms. The dining area was always kept pristine. It was immersed with modern architectural designs, which complimented the cream pillars and custom wall paint. A low chandelier hung just above the long chest wood table, with fresh plants adding a luminescent scent. The fire place was installed lateral to the dining table, casting a dim light over the room and keeping us warm despite the chilly air coming from the marginally open patio door. 

"I'll be right back." I stated to no one in particular. It seemed most people were too busy engaging in their own conversations to take notice of my absence.

Once reaching the bathroom, I took the opportunity to refresh my makeup in the mirror. Taking in my appearance, I noticed that my hair had become slightly undone. Searching through my purse, I pulled out a small brush and began to softly comb through the thick locks. A loud knock on the door stopped me mid-way through brushing an unruly strand.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled, instantly regretting not using one of the bathrooms upstairs. The knock persisted, this time louder.

"I said I'm coming out now." I let out once more, trying my best to mask my irritation. The person on the other side of the door continued to knock, causing my patience to dissipate. 

Determined to put an end to the irritating noise, I marched to the door and swung it open, only to come face-to-chest with a tall figure awaiting my presence. The person swiftly pushed me back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them. It didn't take long to uncover who it was, as I inhaled their familiar pinewood scent mixed in with cherry. 

Kendall cornered me into the tight space, until my back was pinned against the wall. He flexed his arms across his broad chest before giving me a bored look.

"What do you want?" I asked faintly.

"I told you before that I don't like to be ignored, Sasha." He stated back in a patronizing tone that mimicked the way one would speak to a toddler.

"Okay, noted." I stated, still confused as to why he was choosing to have this conversation now and in our current predicament. So what if I was ignoring him?

"But you haven't learned your lesson just yet, have you?" He said softly, reaching a hand forward to tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

"As if I'd learn anything from you." I childishly challenged. 

The man was like fire and ice. Some days he appeared to be so cold and emotionless that it felt like I'd freeze to death from simply being near him. Then other times, he would touch me so gently that I wondered whether he actually did have a heart underneath all that distanced pretense and brittled anger.

"I prefer it when that witty mouth of yours is shut. I can think of a number of ways to make that happen." Kendall trailed his hand from my ear to my cheek, and finally across my glossed lips. 

He used his thumb to trace the silhouette of my lips, making my cheeks flare at the feel of his rough fingertips colliding against my soft lips. The thought of how sensual the action was sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine. He seemed to notice and smirked. 

I opened my mouth to say something to shrink his ego, but fell short of it when he used the gap now present between my lips to slide his thumb inside. His finger grazed my tongue, while I stood there motionless, heart thumping in anticipation.

"Good girl." He remarked, after I remained silent. He began to slowly venture his thumb further inside of my mouth until it reached too far back and I nearly choked at the intrusion.

"Relax, it's just a finger." He retorted, as he began to retract his thumb from my mouth. 

Having an odd desire to prove myself to him, I caught his digit between my teeth and roughly bit down on it, successfully preventing its escape. His eyebrows raised in surprise. Deciding that I wasn't done with whatever confidence I had magically summoned, I slowly folded my tongue into a burrito shape and began to suck sweetly on his finger. 

When we locked eyes again, the intrigue behind his darkening black pools prevented me from looking away. I kept eye contact with him, as I bobbed my head in an up-down motion, trying to imitate the stars from a few adult films I may or may have not watched back in the day. 

Kendall released a soft grunt before inserting an additional finger, so that two of his digits now resided in my mouth. I accommodated the foreign invaders by widening my cheeks and continuing to move in tune with the motion of his fingers. I lost count of how long this must have gone on for, as I seemed to get caught up in biting and licking his extensions.

The sound of his grunts of pleasure mixed in with the alien feeling of his fingers in my mouth began to turn me on. Soon enough, I found myself moaning at the erotic exchange occurring between us. When my jaw began to tire, he finally pulled his fingers out. Both were lathered in my saliva.

"Fuck, Sasha." He groaned, as he examined his hand. He brought his fingers up to meet his swell lips. My jaw dropped in shock when he steadily licked off the wetness I was responsible for creating. 

As he analyzed my reaction, his eyes went to my lips before shifting into a conflicted expression. I studied him back, taking my time to appreciate his torturously handsome looks. From his tanned skin and dark eyes to button nose and rounded pink lips. My gaze remained stuck on his lips, as I thought of how good they would feel against mine.

"Sasha, are you there?" A voice reached inside the bathroom and cut the tension with an invisible pair of scissors.

 Oh shit, Caleb.

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I feel like this chapter was boring, but oh well. Enjoy!

~~~Chelly😘😘