He scoffed as if her question was ridiculous and tipped over to the nightstand, producing a magnum from the drawer. His eyes never left hers as he ripped the package open withhis teeth and rolled the protection over his girth. With a toss of his head, he summoned her over to him, and she obliged, strutting perfectly in her stilettos even in her tipsy state. Once she reached him, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in, their faces close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath. Instead of claiming her mouth, his lips trailed along her jaw, then down to the soft curve of her neck. His teeth caught lightly on her skin, making her gasp, and his tongue soothed the sting before moving lower. He ran his hand through her short curls before the whole thing started feeling a little too intimate for both of them. Taking the initiative, Yanna turned her back to him, climbed on the bed and arched her back. Never needing any coaching, Trell placed his hand in the middle of her back to deepen her arch, admiring the plumpness of her ass before sliding into her in one fell swoop.
“Ah, shit!” Yanna exclaimed, not expecting him to go balls deep on the first stroke. It took her a few moments to get acclimated to the surprise attack, but once she did, she was in heaven. There was a teeny part of her that was whispering how she was being reckless and compulsive, but shit, irresponsibility had never felt so damn good. She was grown, and they were using protection, so she figured her bases were covered. Not wanting to be outdone, Yanna arched her back and began to clap her ass on Trell’s dick, producing a guttural groan.
“Gotdaaamn,” he drawled, placing a hard slap to her ass for emphasis.
“Um hmm, fuck me harder.”
Trell didn’t need coaching but gave her exactly what she wanted. Her white tipped nails clawed at the sheets as he placed one leg on the bed and traveled even further into the depths of her. The smallCancerzodiac tattoo on her back was his focal point, turning him on as small beads of sweat trickled down her spine. He was already going hard, but with each stroke, he triedto go even harder. She didn’t know because he’d never vocalize it, but he was trying to numb just as much hurt as she was… hell, a lot more hurt than she was. It had been about a year since his world came crashing down around him, but 365 days hadn’t been nearly enough time to heal his pain. He’d been taking down every woman who smiled at him from his hometown of New Orleans to Houston, but as of yet, none of the women had managed to quell the ache in his heart. The caramel complected, blonde bombshell before him was doing a hell of a job bandaging his injury for the moment, however.
“Yessss, fuck, you gone make me cum.” Yanna continued to throw her ass back, chasing her orgasm as he gripped her shoulders and pummeled into her harder. “Shiiit!” She bellowed as she released, coating the condom.
He groaned a little, quickening his pace until he was filling up the condom. He scurried his naked body toward the bathroom, leaving Yanna there on the couch to catch her breath. Moments later, he returned with a cloth he handed to her. She cleaned herself then tossed the cloth in a hamper markedlaundrythat sat in the corner of the room.
“It’s too late, and you way too tipsy to be traveling wherever you staying. Might as well lay down and sleep some of that liquor off.”
He didn’t even need to make that suggestion because Yanna was sure she couldn’t travel any further than the plush king-sized bed in front of her. Offering him a nod, she climbed onto the bed, pulled the plush comforter over her body and was fast asleep within minutes.
The rays of sun shining through the blinds of Trell’s hotel room rudely wakened Yanna a few hours later. As if that weren’t enough to make her regret the previous night’s decisions, the pounding in her head was surely letting her know she’d done way too much.
“Oh, my God.” She groaned, attempting to rise from the bed. She was hoping not to awaken her one-night stand, but the stirring in bed beside her let her know she’d been unsuccessful.
He cleared his throat, obviously as hungover as she was but still alert enough to know she didn’t belong in his room. “Damn, it’s late as fuck, huh?”
“Actually…” she started, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and forcing herself to sit up. “It’s early, really early. And you don’t have to subtly kick me out. I’m leaving on my own.”
“Good, aye, but here.” His arm slowly extended to the nightstand where his phone rested. He picked it up and handed it to her. “Here, lock yo number in.”
“I mean, what’s really the use? I’m only here on vacation, I live all the way in Virginia.”
His head lazily turned to her, a half-smile crossing his face. “I’m on vacation too… I live in New Orleans, but as it stands, VA is my second home. Richmond, to be exact.”
“Ain’t no fucking way.”
Trell simply chuckled at her. He could tell from the moment she spoke her first word that she was a Richmond girl. He felt that he was well versed in the species, which played a huge part in the reason he’d clung to her the previous night.
“I know my Richmond girls, lock yo number in and draw those blinds before you go.”
Yanna rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth but accepted his phone and programmed her number. Once she’d slipped her dress back on, she drew the blinds and exited the room, leaving a sleeping Trell and their one-night stand in her memories.
Yanna never wished she had a pair of sunshades as much as she did at the present moment. The cab she was riding in had a sunroof, and he had it open, the warm island air circulating throughout the car. The wind mixed with the blaring brightness of the sun only heightened her hangover. She had to keep taking big gulps because she felt she needed to ask the driver to pull over so she could vomit. Yanna had never taken so many shots in her life and silently vowed to take it slow from there on out. By the time the cab finally pulled into the villa, she felt like she’d been on a rollercoaster on what had to be the most humid day of the year. She paid the driver and slowly climbed from the cab. Her body was in desperate need of a ginger ale, Gatorade and a BC powder, and she prayed there was some somewhere in the villa. Just as she was making her way up the long walkway that led to the villa's entrance, she was met by Kalil walking in her direction.
“Kalil?”
“Nah, Al. B. Sure.”
“You being funny, but I actually thought that’s who you were. I had to squint my eyes to be sure. Anyway, why you still here? From all the texts Kas sent, I thought everyone left.”
“I’m here for yo ass. Onyx dragged him, Troi and Kian on a jet last night. Kas was blowing yo ass up, as you know, but he felt like he needed to be with his brother. Aunt Layla and Quan left earlier, and our flight leaves in an hour, so hurry up and get yo stuff.”
“Ok, just let me get myself together real quick, I’m pretty much packed anyway.”
“Alright, aye, where you coming from anyway?” He couldn’t help but notice the oddness in her gait, and it was obvious she was hungover. Her hair looked dry and curled less, and the gaze resting behind her eyes told him that finding out about Kas had really bothered her.
“I was um, I just chilled on the beach all night.”
“Right,” Kalil replied, but he wasn’t buying that story. It looked like she’d spent the night at someone’s bar rather than on a beach. “Well, yea, go ahead and get yo shit so we can make it to the airport in time.”
“Okay, I’m coming.” Yanna made her way into the house and found herself some headache medicine before grabbing the rest of her clothing and packing up.
