Chapter Forty-Five

Femi was very much relaxed in the hotel room and was in no hurry to leave at all.

They ordered food and had it delivered into the hotel room, this was going to be the first time she was having a meal in the room ever since she started lodging there. And while it was just easier, seeing as she did not have to struggle through the tight traffic in the streets of Ikeja, she also had to admit that she did not really enjoy the meal.

She preferred eating at the restaurant. She and Femi were chatting amiably as they continued eating, they were naked and on the bed, eating as they laughed at each other’s jokes. They were just so comfortable with each other that they did not even notice that time was going.

The television was turned on, as usual, on a music channel. And it was pouring music with sick beats into the room, while they were both hearing it clearly, neither of them were really paying attention to it. They were only just interested in what the other had to say to them.

“Well, as I said, I still prefer eating out. This food is okay, but the food that is served in that restaurant is off the charts.” She was saying as she licked her fingers loudly, they had just emptied the plate of jollof rice and salad that had been beautified with smoked fish and turkey laps. With her usual 5Alive drink and cold water to follow.

By the time the plates were wiped clean, both of them were filled up and did not even have the strength for anything else.

Femi simply slid the trolley across the room and let it rest against the wall, out of the way, “you can call the staff to come and clear these out later, okay?”

“Sure…” she replied as she climbed the bed and went further in so that she could seat with her back to the wall. “I just want to relax and let my food digest.”

“Same here…” he replied as he climbed in after her and planted himself beside her. Seeing as they had both just eaten, they could not lie down. But she snuggled close to him all the same. “You know, it is really good to just be yourself. Even if it is for a short while, you should just be free from all the bounds of responsibility and maturity. Just to be yourself, do you understand what I am saying?”

She nodded her head sullenly, running her fingers idly across the length of his naked thigh, “yeah, of course I do. But then, why are you being so philosophical?”

He let out a soft chuckle as he unconsciously pulled her closer to him, “nothing really, I am just saying. I like having you around, I really do.”

She paused at that, gently lifting her hands from his thigh as she pulled away from him so she could watch his face more clearly, “Femi… what are you talking about?”

This was something she did not want. It was the same reason she had stopped any relations with Tunde. She was just doing all these for the cruise and nothing more, she did not want pesky things like love getting in the way of her fun and enjoyment. Moreover, her heart belonged to one person alone, and that man was currently in the east, ignorant of what the love of his life was up to. He was the only one with an access to her heart and it was going to stay that way.

She was going to make sure it stayed that way.

Sensing the change in her persona, Femi looked at her and smiled, “come off it, baby. I am not catching feelings, okay?”

“Please don’t,” she begged him. “It would make everything so much worse, as you can probably guess.”

“I know that, you do not have to tell me. You are not the only one with a lot to lose if this gets out.”

She pursed her lips as she stared at him, this was the first time he was being vocal about his personal life. Although when she came to think of it, he knew enough about hers while she knew almost nothing of his. As a matter of fact, the only thing she knew about him was that he was a good fuck.

Since they had officially met, the only thing they had talked about was the next time they would get to fuck, or the type of sex they would have. Or her own personal life.

It was time for her to get an idea of who she has been fucking with.

“Femi, tell me. What do you have to lose?”

He looked at her and then looked away, “nothing much, when compared to you.”

“Come on joor, tell me. I know you are not married or you would not be so comfortable spending the nights with me. Is it a girlfriend?”

He nodded, “but not just any girlfriend. She is one of these social media influencers, kind of popular if you ask me.”

“Wow…” she muttered, she had not seen that coming at all.

If what he was doing got out, shit would really hit the fan. And if she got to know the person her man was cheating on her with, that would be even worse.

“Fuck…” she rasped as she clasped her hands over her face. She could just imagine her face plastered over every timeline across all platforms, calling her a cheat and boyfriend snatcher.

“Whoa…” Femi muttered, getting closer to her as he pulled her in once more, “what is the problem? I have got this under control, as you can see. You have absolutely nothing to worry about because she is not even in the country at the moment.”

She raised her eyes at him, what the hell was it with these men and their women being out of the country? Was it a form of arrangement between cheats? Because if it was the memo must have missed her desk, seeing as her fiancée was very much in the country.

“Where is she?”

“Italy, I think.” He replied.

“You think?”

“See, she travels all the goddamn time okay? She goes for these bloody trips that are all expense paid, she represents the designer dresses and the like. I have no idea what happens when she goes on these trips, the only thing I do know is whatever she tells me.”

“You do not trust your girlfriend,” she muttered.

“It is not my fault okay? She hangs around rich men who love to hang around sexy beautiful women, and she is a sexy beautiful woman. How the fuck do I know if she is all for me?”

“I guess the same way she believes you are all for her. But if you are having trust issues, why then are you still in that relationship?”

“Believe it or not, I still love that girl. I know I might have a private life from hers, but she is still my woman. And whenever I can, I try my best to turn up for her.”

“Uhm…” Adaeze mused, watching him skeptically. This was the same reaction she had gotten from Ken. “As it is now, it should not matter if she is cheating on you, right? Seeing as it is something you are also doing.”

He looked at her, “how would you feel if your fiancée should cheat on you, even after all these you have been doing for the past week? Your answer to that question would be the answer to the one you asked me.”

She looked down at the bed, realizing she had no reply.

She had cheated on her fiancée countless times, and had enjoyed every single second of it. If he also got to return the favor, she knew she would be mad. Just as she also knew he would be mad if he should find out what she had gotten herself into.

Femi shifted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, “let us not think about all that, okay? We are diverting from the main point I was trying to make here.”

She relaxed against his broad chest, he was right, now was not the time to think about all that, “what point is that?”

“You and I, and the great team that we make. Don’t you see? We are fire together. If not that our hearts belonged to others, we would probably have made such a great couple.”

“What are you trying to say, Femi?”

“Your time in Lagos is almost up, I will miss you dearly when you go. Seeing as I do not even know if I will see you again.”

“You are right,” she turned on the bed, facing him squarely as she knelt before him, “I will really miss you too, and what we have shared for these past few days. You have really opened my eyes to a lot of things and I thank you specifically for that.”

“Or, I could come to Owerri to see you once in a while.” He suggested.

She took his face in her hands, “that would not be a very wise thing to do, Femi. Besides, my cheating days are numbered and once this week is over, I will return home and be the dutiful and faithful wife that I can be for my husband.”

“You think that will be possible? After everything you have experienced here?”

“Nothing is impossible,” she told him. “As it is, our days together are numbered, so why don’t we just make good use of the rest of the time we have left and do something really meaningful with it.”

He took her hands that was on his face by the wrists and pulled her closer to himself, “You are right, we have to make do with what we have so that we can get what we want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Femi.” She told him, her voice hitching as she looked into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me really hard.”

With a deep grunt, he yanked her even closer and crushed his lips against hers. Her breath ceased in her throat as she circled her hands around his neck and wrapped herself around him. His hands roamed the length of her body, sending darts of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her blood boil over and over again.

They were breathing hard against each other, sucking off each other’s tongues as they held on fast as if letting go would mean certain death.

Then, she sat up and straddled him, letting out a deep sigh as she guided his manhood into her honeypot.

By the time he was buried inside her all the way, impaling her completely, she let out a low guttural sound from the bottom of her throat, her eyes shut as she tried to contain the enormous pleasure she was feeling.

She began to ride him, slowly lifting herself over the length of his shaft and dropping it once again. Each upward and downward movement was punctuated by a sigh or a grunt from both of them. She hugged him closer, her fingers digging into his back as she gyrated her buttocks continuously over his manhood.

They were crying out loud as she increased the pace, her entire body quivering from the force of her ride.

Her boobs were in his face, he grabbed one with his hand and squeezed it hard while he stuffed his mouth full of the other one. He then used his free hand to grab and massage her quivering buttocks, holding them in place while she kept rising and falling over him.

The bed began to move in tune with their movements, it was getting more and more bouncy, somehow making the strokes go even deeper because it was adding more momentum to the entire thing.

He was grunting out loud as she cried out, holding him even tighter.

Then with ragged voice, he whispered against her ear, “I thought you wanted it hard?”

Then, with a savage growl he carried her up, with his manhood still buried inside her. He got to his feet but did not get down from the bed, instead he pushed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around him like a snake and sucked him in. He pried her fingers off his shoulders and trapped them with one of his which he held over her head and against the wall.

“Use your legs to hang on, it is about to get a little bit rough…”

“What? This is not what I meant when I said I need you to fuck me hard― argh! Fuck you, Femi!”

Her words had cut shut as he had pulled out and slammed right back into the depths of her honeypot, causing her to end the sentence in a scream. Her legs tightened around his waist as he held her hands above her head, she was unable to use them to do anything.

He slammed into her once again, making her squirm. He was displaying brute amount of strength as he pinned her securely to the wall, driving hard into her over and over again, her breasts jiggling from the force of his thrusts.

“Ahh!” She was screaming uncontrollably, trying hard to stay upright while she continued taking the fast paced pounding he was dishing out to her.

“Oh, fuck me!” She grunted as she felt her legs slipping off.

He used his free hand to grab her by the thighs, still holding her up as he continued to fuck her hard, increasing the pace.

The bed was bouncing from the effect of their movement, they could also hear a low squeaky sound coming from underneath the mattress. He went even faster, her hips were moving to meet his thrusts, her entire body vibrating. And the fact that she could not use her hands to do anything, just made everything too unbearable for her.

With a piercing scream, she felt her orgasm slam hard into her like a bulldozer. He was still fucking her as her body vibrated and trembled under his. She was crying profusely as the pleasure ripped through her.

He did not stop, when the orgasm was over, he was still driving hard into her as if there was no tomorrow. He shoved his way inside her one more time, then still buried inside her to the balls, he pulled her from the wall and they fell to the soft bed.

It was a fluid motion and it was as if they had never stopped fucking.

He held her legs apart as he kept on slamming into her, going as deep as he possibly could. She was also holding up her legs, trying to give him as much penetration as he could get. The orgasm she had just experienced was quickly washing away with the anticipation of yet another.

He had released her hands and now she placed them on his chest as he kept on slamming hard into her, their bodies slapping loudly against each other. Their moans and grunts mingled as they kept on fucking hard.

“Don’t stop!” She was screaming as she held on to him, it was just so damn good. “Don’t you fucking stop!!!”

Femi was not planning on doing that any time soon. He increased his pace instead and went even faster. She was matching him pace for pace, rising up to meet him. Her legs wrapped around him, sucking him in as her inner walls clenched around his shaft.

There was only little resistance he could offer.

His entire body seized up, and he gave a hoarse cry as he came deep inside her. She let out a cry of her own as her own body vibrated from yet another orgasmic assault. They were cuming at the same time and hanging onto each other for dear life.

When it was over, he rolled off her and fell on his back, breathing hard as they both looked up at the ceiling. Her mouth was hanging open and the ghost of her scream was still etched on her face. She could feel his cum dripping out of her pussy and soiling the mattress yet again.

She was now so full of cum.

They remained that way for about fifteen minutes before he spoke again in a hoarse voice, “we need to do that again.”

“Yes… we need to…” her voice trailed off as she suddenly remembered. “Fuck!”

“What is it?”

“The bachelorette, it is tonight.”

“Oh boy, time has really gone. I need to start going.”

“Okay,” but she could not even pull herself to get up.

He pushed himself to his feet and staggered for a second before he got himself back, “fuck you, Ada.” He muttered when she laughed at him.

He walked into the shower and hurriedly poured water over himself. Then returned minutes later looking fresher and cleaner.

“So, the next time I come back, it will be with a girl.”

“Okay…” she replied, finally able to sit up from the bed as she watched him dress up. “It will also probably be the last time you and I see each other.”

He paused as he wore his shirt, “no.”

“Yes, Femi. Today is Friday, I have the bachelorette. Tomorrow is Saturday, the wedding will hold. We cannot meet tomorrow because I do not even know when I will be back. The only free time I would have is on Sunday. And I will be going back to Owerri on Monday. So, do you see it now?”

“Fuck…” he muttered as he finished buttoning up. “It will really be the last time.”

She got up, and walked naked to him, she took his face in her hands and looked at him, “yes, at least we still have some time to be together. Let us make it count, right?”

He nodded, “You are right, I will make sure you remember what happens there for a very long time.”

“Of course, I trust you.” she told him, then kissed him hard on the lips. He hugged her close and kissed her back, his tongue dashing into her mouth as he cupped her buttocks while she crushed her breasts against his chest.

“Fuck!” she grunted as she pulled away from him. “If you do not leave now, I would miss the bachelorette and Abike would be pissed.”

“Okay…” he muttered, “see you on Sunday then.”

He picked up his phone and keys and then walked towards the door. She walked with him and as he opened it, she hid behind it so that anyone that was passing would not see her naked.

“Goodbye Ada,” he murmured.

“Goodbye, Femi.” She replied.

He then turned and walked out of sight.

And with a deep sigh, she pushed the door close.