Maya & Tarik - The Test Pt. 04

Tarik watched her as she began to ride Victor, pulling down her dress to play with her breasts, squeezing her nipples. As Maya rode Victor, she kept her eyes on Tarik, and she could feel Victor reacting as he threw his head back and thrust into her as she lifted herself up and down on his cock. Wanting to make her cum, Victor reached around Maya's hips and slipped his middle finger in between her pussy lips, and fumbled to find her clit. Maya put her hand over his and guided his finger to the right spot, moaning as he rubbed her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Maya played with her breasts, bouncing them up and down for Tarik as Victor fucked her. Victor was close to cumming and wanted Maya to cum too, so he worked her clit faster as he held her close to him and thrust his hips and cock into her, harder and harder. Watching Tarik, she kneaded and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples as she moaned. Wanting a mouth on her breasts, Maya eased off Victor's cock, and he groaned in protest underneath her. He was clearly ready to cum.

"You wanted to hold your cum from me, but now you are in such a hurry?"

Maya's tone was of mocking disapproval. She leaned over Victor to kiss his neck and shoulders, Tarik now getting an eyeful of her ass and wet, shining pussy dripping between her legs. He could barely stand it and gently rubbed the bulge in his pants. Maya straddled Victor again, facing him and bringing up one of her breasts to his lips. He took it in his mouth and gently sucked on Maya's nipple, who was clearly enjoying the feeling of his wet tongue on her breasts and her pussy resting on his abdomen. While sucking on her breasts, Victor slipped two fingers inside of Maya and caressed her soft canal while using his thumb to tease her clit.

"Mmmm, oh yes, that's good..."

She reached in between her legs and pulled Victor's hand out from between her legs. Looking over her shoulder, she made sure Tarik was watching while she slowly slid Victor's fingers into her mouth, licking her warm juices off of them. Victor sighed heavily underneath Maya, the way she sucked his fingers was making him ache to slide his cock inside her. She smirked at Tarik, who was lustily watching from the couch as she slid Victor inside her again, inch by inch.

Both Maya and Victor moaned as he entered her, and she worked her pussy on him, sliding up and down on his cock, letting the tip of his cock tease her before entering fully again. Maya could tell that Victor was close to orgasm, and she let her hips rest against his, pushing back against his cock as it rubbed against her pubic bone. She fucked him hard and fast, her tits swinging in his face, and in seconds he cried out as he exploded inside of her. He wrapped his arms around Maya and held her close to him, his mouth finding her breasts again as he made soft thrusts inside of her. Victor was breathless as Maya drained his cum with her pussy, panting against her chest as he bit her nipples.

Knowing that Maya didn't cum, and wanting his turn to please her, Tarik got up from the couch and gently caressed Maya's back as he walked out onto the deck, signaling that he was ready for her. The rain had stopped, and the air was cool, the passing shower just enough to bring a momentary break from the heavy summer humidity. Seeing Tarik walking out onto the deck and anxious for pleasure from him, Maya started to get up from Victor's lap, but he tried to stop her, seeing a chance to be alone with her, even for a moment.

"No, stay, just for a minute, I can be ready again for you."

His voice was so soft, it was almost a whimper, pleading as Maya tried to wriggle out from his arms.

"Victor, no, let me get up."

"Please, just stay...I can make you cum, I promise,"

Victor was begging, still holding her down onto him. More than annoyed, Maya forcefully pulled Victor's arms from her and stood up, pushing him back in his chair.

"That's not okay. What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry...I just..."

Maya stared at Victor, her eyebrows furrowed as she waited for his explanation. But Victor didn't know what to say and he knew now that Maya was definitely finished with him for the night.

"Do you want me to leave?"

Maya nodded with her jaw set, her eyes narrowed at him, her voice steely.

"That would be a good idea."

"Right, of course. Umm...can I see you again soon?"

"I don't know, Victor. I will let you know. And do not contact me in the meantime. I will contact you. I mean it."

Maya's tone was still firm, her irritation coming through clearly. Victor tried to mutter an apology, but he knew it was too late. Maya glared at him and turned on her heel to join Tarik on the deck. Victor collected his clothes and began to dress as he watched Maya find Tarik sitting on the chaise by the pool. She leaned over the back of the chair and whispered in his ear, running her hands inside of his shirt. Tarik moaned underneath her, turned on and sensitive to her touch. The air filled with the intoxicating scent of the roses and Maya's pussy as she walked around the chaise to stand beside him.

"I saved something for you."

Maya propped her leg up on a chair and showed him her cum filled pussy. Tarik grinned and jumped up, gently pushing Maya onto the chaise, leaning over her. He quickly glanced toward the house.

"What about Victor?"

"Victor doesn't matter. You're the only cock I need to worry about right now."

Maya had a devilish smile on her face. Tarik returned her smile and buried his face into her.

Victor had finished dressing and stood just inside the dining room, hearing what was said. He felt a wave of inexplicable anger rising. What did she mean, he doesn't matter? He wanted this to be a special night, but with Maya taking control of everything and then getting angry at him, it was all messed up. Victor knew he had fucked up a little, but he didn't like being scolded like that, especially not in front of Tarik.

He really just wanted to have time alone with Maya, like that first night together, which felt really special. Victor wanted her so much, and he realized that he was starting to feel overwhelmed by his feelings for her. Suddenly he knew that he would do anything to be with Maya. Even though she wanted him to wait to be summoned, Victor might need to be bold and take matters into his own hands, and he certainly didn't feel like waiting around. He felt defeated and angry, and certainly not in the mood to linger to watch Maya and Tarik have sex on the deck. As he left, he let the door slam hard, the sharpness mixing with the sound of Maya cumming from Tarik's mouth drifting in the summer breeze.

Maya heard the door slam and sat up to look toward the house, but Tarik quickly returned her attention to the feeling of his tongue inside her. Maya fucking Victor brought out something wild in both of them, reminiscent of their first encounters together, hungry and intense. He lapped at her juices and tongued her clit, Maya's thighs wrapping tightly around his head as she arched her back and moaned underneath him. He reached up and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples as she ran her hands over his. Her orgasm rippled through her as Tarik tightened his lips around her clit, her pussy throbbing and pulsating as she came hard, her juices flowing freely.

Needing to cum, Tarik raised Maya's hips onto his thighs and slowly pushed his cock into her, his head teasing her still tender slit, sliding in with ease due to her wetness. He moaned as he entered inch by inch, Maya's warmth welcoming him deep inside her. Knowing he was already on the brink of his orgasm, Tarik slowly stroked Maya's soft canal, low moans and grunts escaping his lips.

"Oh fuck. Oh my god Maya your pussy feels so good."

"Mm yes Tarik, give me your cock. Give me all of your cock."

Maya gazed up at him as she caressed her breasts and abdomen, the feeling of Tarik so soft and slow inside of her taking her to the edge again. Overcome by pleasure and unable to wait any longer, Tarik gave Maya a few hard thrusts as he entered her completely, and she came hard on his cock, and he felt himself empty inside of her. Breathless, they lay next to each other on the chaise, caressing each other as they stared at the sky.

A few moments passed before Maya broke the silence and pierced the air with her voice.

"Victor tried to keep me from coming out here."

Maya was whispering, still bothered by what happened and wanting to keep her voice low in the quiet of the night. Tarik sat up and looked down at Maya, his face filled with concern.

"What do you mean?"

"After he came, and you went outside, I tried to get up, and he kept holding me down, wanting me to stay. He did that the first time we had sex too."

"Hmm, that's not good. Was it forceful? Did he hurt you?"

"Not really, but he was kind of begging, and I just didn't really like it. So I told him to leave. And he must have been pissed too because he slammed the door really hard when he left."

"Ah, that's what I heard, while I was...busy."

Tarik couldn't help but smirk at Maya a little.

"What do you think? I mean, part of me is really pissed, but also, again, he's just inexperienced. I don't know. Maybe it isn't a good idea to keep seeing him..."

Tarik laid back down next to Maya and let his head rest on her shoulder, her arm draped softly around him. He felt a twinge in his stomach, but he couldn't identify the emotion it was attached to. Something was starting to feel off with Victor, especially tonight, but he wasn't sure if he should say anything since he couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe this feeling was nothing, and since he was really enjoying watching Maya with Victor and she seemed to enjoy it too, he was hesitant to stop that from happening. For now, he decided to push the feeling down and focus on making Maya feel better about it all.

"I think he's just probably more into you than you are him. And I think he just really wants to please you. I mean, you do sort of command that desire in people..."

"You're right. I don't think I overreacted tonight, but I can see now what he was probably trying to do. I'll give it some time and see if I feel like contacting him again."

Maya kissed Tarik on his forehead, his skin damp with sweat in the growing humidity.

"Whatever feels right for you, my love."

Tarik stood and stretched his arms out to Maya, helping her up off the chaise, bringing her close to him.

"It's getting sticky out here again, and not just from us. Let's go have a shower and go to bed."

Maya laughed at what was becoming a predictable routine for them.

"We are nothing if not creatures of habit..."

She squeezed Tarik tightly into her, her arms wrapped around his hips, her face resting on his chest. He was always so good at comforting her, and just being in his arms brought her immense peace. Maya sighed and looked up at Tarik, that loving look on her face that he cherished so much. He dipped his head down to kiss her, and holding her hand, led her back into the house, leaving their clothes and pillows from the furniture strewn about the deck.

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The next morning, Tarik slept in a little while Maya got up and milled around the house, running laundry and going out to the garden to pick some herbs, flowers, and fruit to go with breakfast. While she was in the garden, her phone buzzed. Pulling it out of her pocket, she groaned when she saw it was a text from Victor.

"God, this guy really does not listen, does he?"

Maya frowned as she walked down the steps of the deck to head to the fruit trees. She looked at her phone again as messages kept coming in from Victor, one after the other.

"Well, clearly he has a lot to say, probably trying to apologize for last night."

Maya scoffed and rolled her eyes as she muted and shoved her phone back in her pocket and finished her work in the garden. As she walked back toward the house, she opened Victor's numerous messages and began to read them.

His first message read, "Maya, I'm sorry about last night and being early and then being sort of forceful with you. I really don't mean to irritate you or make you mad...I just wanted to please you."

Not waiting for a response, his next message a few minutes later read, "Please just text me and let me know that it's okay and that you're not mad. I don't want you to be mad."

There were more messages like this after, with Victor growing impatient at Maya for not responding to him. Eventually, he started to get clearly irritated with her, demanding that she respond, begging her to call him.

"The fucking nerve of this guy, it's not even been an hour since his first message."

Maya didn't want to call him, but she also wanted to tell him to back off directly. She took a deep breath as she dialed his number, Victor answering the phone almost instantly.

"Hello? Oh my god, Maya, thank god you're okay. I was worried because you weren't responding to my text. I hope you're not mad."

"Look, I was busy this morning. But yeah, I'm kind of mad. Your behavior last night and even this morning with all these texts is really not cool, and quite frankly it's a turnoff."

As usual when she was irritated with him, her tone was sharp, voicing her displeasure.

"I'm sorry Maya, I just wanted to be with you. I feel like whenever we're together that I'm being supervised by Tarik. Like I can't be with you the way I want to in order to satisfy you because he's always there watching."

"You know that's part of the arrangement. I mean, the first time, that was a little different, but I told you the situation and what to expect after that. If you can't handle it, then you need to be honest about that and maybe move on."

"No, no no please, oh my god, I don't want that, I can handle it. I'm sorry, I just like you a lot and enjoy being with you, and I get a little nervous sometimes around Tarik."

Victor's voice sounded pleading and fragile. He was starting to sound like a child and it was getting on Maya's nerves.

"I don't know why you're so nervous; he's not worried about you; he's focused on me. And remember, this is not a relationship. It's just sex."

Maya emphasized the last sentence, really wanting to get her point across. She wasn't sure how much clearer she could be.

"You're right, and I know that. I'm sorry. I just...I got carried away. I hope that means I can still see you again...hopefully soon?"

"I will let you know. And look, Victor, I really mean that. You might think it's some game or whatever, but you have to wait for me to contact you. It's driving me nuts, and it's disrespectful."

"I'm sorry, I just -"

Victor started to protest but Maya cut him off.

"No. I mean it. You have to agree to wait until I contact you and quit messaging me like this, all frantic. It's too much."

"Okay, I'll wait...sorry."

"Thank you. I'll be in touch."

Victor sounded solemn and gloomy, and even though she felt a little badly for being so harsh, she was eager to get off the call. Tucking her phone into the bib of her overalls, she headed back into the house to work on breakfast for Tarik and tried to push the irritating conversation with Victor out of her mind for the time being. Maya would of course tell Tarik about it, but she wasn't sure how he'd respond. It seemed like things were starting to get complicated and she was having trouble sorting her feelings out. But Maya knew no matter Tarik's response, talking about it with him would help.

Tarik woke up and could hear Maya busy in the kitchen. Judging by the smell wafting in, she was whipping up his favorite French toast. He lay in bed and listened as Maya made breakfast, her clattering from the kitchen reaching all the way to their bedroom along with the aroma of her cooking. He chuckled at this, for Maya was a great cook, but definitely not a quiet one no matter how hard she tried. In fact, it always seemed louder when she was trying to be quiet so as not to wake him.

As he lay listening to her, Tarik couldn't help but think about Victor and Maya and their recent encounters. The more he thought about what Maya told him happened last night and his own reaction to it, it became more apparent that something wasn't right with Victor. And maybe Tarik was imagining things, but it seemed like Victor was starting to dress like him. It was weird. Perhaps it would after all be a good idea for them not to see him anymore. Feeling bothered by it all, but still not able to pinpoint the exact feelings, he got up and dressed, walking out into the kitchen to talk with Maya about it.

He paused for a moment and watched Maya at the counter, whisking something furiously in a bowl, biting her lower lip, and squeezing her eyebrows together in concentration. He smiled, watching her, and after a moment, she looked up at him, breaking out into a big grin. Tarik walked up behind Maya and pulled her into him as he nestled his head in her neck and hair, letting out a sigh. She turned to kiss him.

"Mmm, good morning. I was so focused on getting these damn stiff peaks to form that I didn't even hear you come in."

"I was watching you. You look so cute when you're whisking,"

Tarik lightly squeezed Maya's thighs and softly kissed her neck. Even in her bulky overalls she was so soft and sexy and Tarik couldn't resist touching her.

"Hey, you better knock that off. Otherwise, this whipped cream is going to melt. And then you'll have nothing to put on your french toast."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave you to it."

Tarik moved over to the front of the island and sat on a stool watching Maya. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and with an odd uneasiness brought up their conversation about Victor from the night before.

"I think you're right about what you said last night. There's something off with Victor. Some of the things he's done, and then the way you said he was with you...I don't like it..."

"You don't know the half of it. Look at the texts he sent me this morning,"

Maya pushed her phone across the counter toward Tarik. He looked at the messages, his brow tight with concern. The uneasiness now settled in his chest.

"Geez, he sent so many and in a short time. Were you going to tell me about this?"

His question was hushed and his voice hoarse, the unfamiliar feeling of his distrust now tightening his throat. Maya gave him a surprised look.

"Of course, Tarik. I'm telling you now, aren't I? I certainly wasn't going to wake you up to tell you."

Tarik scrolled the messages but didn't see any responses from Maya.

"Did you reply?"

"I ended up just calling him. I was not in the mood for an endless back and forth with him this early in the day. He said he acted the way he did last night because he just wanted to please me and feels like he's being supervised when you're around. He said it makes him nervous."

Maya shrugged and continued to work on fixing breakfast.

"Supervised? Hardly. I barely even notice he's there; I'm so focused on you."

Tarik's response had an incredulous snap to it.

"That's exactly what I told him. And I reminded him that this is just sex between him and me, nothing else and that if he can't handle it, he needs to say so and end it. I think having me alone that first time seemed to give him some unrealistic expectations. In hindsight, that was a very bad idea."

"Hmmm... Did he seem to understand you?"

"Yeah, I think so. He was practically begging me not to cut it off. And I told him again that he has to wait for me to contact him, and to stop it with these kinds of messages. He said he would."

"Do you believe him?"

"I mean, I guess. He seemed to be taking it a little more seriously, but he's said that before, so I don't know. I don't think he's a bad dude, even when he drives me crazy. He just needs to get his expectations in check."