"Juste... come on with that crazy possessive ass shit. Your ass better not start no bullshit." I waved him off, sipping my drink, unbothered. "Look at her. She happy." That was all that mattered to me. Before Pops could say anything else, my attention snapped back to the dance floor, because Chiana, She was doing some shit. Her hands on her knees, body bent just right, like she was thinking about shaking her ass. I didn't even hesitate. Didn't think. Just moved. I crossed the floor in a few smooth strides, closing the space between us. Before she could react, I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against me, pressing my body flush against hers. I felt her inhale, her breath catching for just a second before she relaxed into me. I smirked against her ear. "You showing out now, huh?"
She tilted her head back slightly, her voice teasing. "You mad?" I let my hand settle lower on her hip, my fingers gripping, controlling. "Nah. You ready to go ? Deal is done." She shivered—I felt it. Felt the heat rolling off her. Felt the tension between us get even thicker. She tried to cover it up with a laugh, but I knew better. We slipped out of the venue without saying any goodbyes. No need. Business was handled, and I had other shit on my mind.
The ride back to the house was quiet, the hum of the engine the only thing filling the space between us. I glanced over once, just in time to catch her slipping two more gummies past those soft lips of hers. I smirked, shaking my head. This girl gon be high as a giraffes pussy. I ain't say shit though—just kept driving, letting the silence stretch, feeling the weight of whatever the hell was brewing between us.
When we made it inside, I expected her to head upstairs like she always did. Instead, she went straight for the kitchen. I followed, leaning against the counter as I watched her move. "Come, let's drink," she said, already pouring herself a glass of champagne before grabbing another and filling it with Hennessy. She slid the glass across the counter toward me, her movements fluid, effortless. I picked it up, watching her as I took a slow sip. "Nia is such a good time," she rambled, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "Let us be friends.” I chuckled, shaking my head. "That's 'cause your ass got my sister-in-law high." She rolled her eyes, waving me off. "Barely. She had, like, half of one."
"Half was enough," I muttered, raising a brow at her. She ignored me, instead tossing her braids over her shoulder like she was some damn princess, her confidence sitting real pretty with all that liquor and weed in her system. "I really enjoyed myself," she said, her voice softer now, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "It felt good to be out... be free... be all dressed up and pretty." She lifted the glass, tilting her head back as she downed the rest before immediately pouring herself another. I watched her closely, taking another sip of my drink. She was drunk. I knew high for a fact. But I wasn't complaining. This was the most talking she had done since we picked her up, the most I had seen her let loose. And I liked it.
Liked watching her move with ease, her guard lowered just enough for me to see her—not just the sharp, defiant woman who had been resisting me at every turn, but the woman beneath all that. The one that wanted to feel somethin' . I set my glass down, stepping closer, my voice low. "You are pretty." She looked up at me, blinking slow, her lips parting slightly. I reached forward, my fingers brushing against her chin, tilting her face up just a little more. Her breath hitched and My smirk deepened. "You been pretty," I murmured. "But you feelin' yourself tonight, huh?" She let out a breathy laugh, her eyes glossy, playful. "Maybe." I ran my thumb over the curve of her jaw, slow, deliberate. "Good," I murmured. "I like you like this."
Her breathing deepened just slightly, and for the first time, she ain't have a smart-ass response. That's how I knew— She was feeling this. Feeling me. And I was hell bent on taking full advantage of this moment. She took another sip of her drink, her glossy eyes locked on mine, then smirked. "Mhm," she mumbled, dragging her tongue over her bottom lip. "You saying all that, but you ain't even compliment my dress." I lifted a brow, amused as hell. That's what she was worried about? I let my fingers trace along her collarbone, slow, deliberate, feeling the warmth of her skin under my touch. My hand slid up, toying with the diamond-studded straps on her dress, tugging just slightly, just enough to let her feel it.
"That's what you worried about?" I murmured, voice low, smooth. She shivered. I Saw her breath hitch, saw the way her hand tightened slightly around the stem of her glass. Then she shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I mean... yeah." I smirked, leaning in a little closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "You saw how hard my dick was before we left here," I muttered lowly, my voice a deep rasp. "Stop playin'." Her breath caught, her body tensing just slightly before she caught herself.
She turned her head just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes daring, challenging, but the heat was there. Heavy. Unspoken. She sipped from her glass again, slow, before lowering it, licking her lips, looking me right in my eyes. "So?" she said, tilting her head. "That just means you were impressed. Still don't mean you said it." I let out a low chuckle, dragging my tongue over my teeth, shaking my head. This woman. She knew what she was doing. And I was enjoying every second of it. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around her wrist, taking the champagne flute from her hand and setting it on the counter beside us. Then, in one smooth move, I gripped her waist, pulling her against me. "Chiana," I murmured, my eyes locked on hers. "That dress?" I let my fingers trail down the curve of her hip, gripping it just enough for her to feel the pressure. "Damn near made me say fuck that party and convince you to let me eat your ass up."
Her lips parted slightly, her breath shaky now, her hands resting lightly against my chest like she wasn't sure if she should push me away or pull me closer. She wasn't smirking anymore. Wasn't throwing out a quick-witted response. I leaned in a little more, my lips hovering just over hers, my voice low, dark, certain. "That's how I feel about dis damn dress . " She didn't say a word. Didn't have to. She reached for her champagne, downing the rest in one smooth motion before putting the glass back on the counter. Then, without a word, she grabbed my hand, fingers lacing with mine as she turned, leading me upstairs. I let her pull me behind her, her grip tight, her pace steady, her intentions clear as day. The energy between us was thick, heavy, unspoken but understood. We stepped into her room, and as soon as the door shut behind us, she turned to face me. Her brown skin was flushed, her eyes low, heavy with something unspoken. Still, she ain't say shit.
Instead, she reached up, slow and deliberate, peeling the diamond-studded straps from her shoulders one by one, letting them fall. My breath slowed. Then, the dress slipped from her body, sliding down her curves, pooling around her ankles like it ain't just fuck my head up completely. I lifted a brow, my jaw clenching as my eyes roamed down. She was naked under the dress The whole time. This damn woman had been outside, at a party, in a room full of people, without shit on underneath. Her perky titties sat high, her dark nipples tightening from the cool air in the room, making my mouth water. I dragged my tongue over my teeth, taking my time looking at her. Chiana had a body on her. One you couldn't fully tell was there at first glance. That dress ain't do her no justice. Her curves were smooth, her waist small, hips flared, ass sitting just right.
I let out a slow, deep breath, stepping closer, dragging my fingers lightly down her bare arm, slow enough to make her skin rise with goosebumps. "You was out tonight with nothing on?" My voice was rougher now, edged with something I wasn't even trying to hide. She smirked, tilting her head. "I was covered." I chuckled, low, dark, reaching out, gripping her waist with both hands, pulling her closer until there was nothing between us. "You playin' dangerous, baeeby." She bit her lip, looking up at me through her lashes, and I don't know what it was about that little move, but it sent me right over the edge.
Before I could stop myself, I reached up, gripping the back of her braids. Her breath hitched just slightly as I tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. Then I kissed her. The second my lips touched hers, she melted into it, pressing against me, her hands sliding up my chest before she did something that had me damn near losing control—She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth, her fingers already moving for the button on my pants. I pulled back instantly, slapping her hands away. She frowned, confused, lips swollen from the kiss. "Again, you playin' dangerous," I murmured, my voice low, edged with warning. "You betta be sure this is what you want. Once I give you dis dick, ain't no going back." She sucked her teeth, smacking her lips, already reaching for me again, like she had something to prove. I caught her wrist mid-air. Her eyes snapped to mine, a slow frown forming on her face. I leaned in, my voice even lower, my grip firm. "I'm serious, Chiana." I let go of her wrist, running my thumb slow over the inside of her palm, my other hand still resting heavy on her waist. "Once I have a piece of you, it ain't no going back. You mine. You think you know what dat mean? Think you want dat? You’n want dat forreal baeeby." Her breathing slowed. I saw the way her eyes flickered, the way she processed my words, understood the weight of them. Because I knew myself. Knew how I got about what was mine. This wasn't just about fucking. It wasn't just about what was happening tonight. This was about possession. And I needed her to know that before she crossed that line.
She blinked up at me, and then, slow and deliberate, she took a step closer. Her hands moved up, gripping my shirt, nails grazing over the fabric. Her voice was soft, but firm. She tilted her head, her expression full of something that sent heat straight through my chest. "I know what I want." I searched her face, watching for any hesitation, any doubt. There was none. My grip on her waist tightened, my body pressing deep into hers, and I let a slow, knowing smirk spread across my lips. She had no idea what she had just signed up for. I was about to give it to her ass, and she didn't even know it. I moved slow, backing her up until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She let herself fall back, propping up on her elbows, watching me with that mix of anticipation and something hungry. Her breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling as I reached for my belt, unbuckling it with one hand, my eyes never leaving hers. I pushed my pants down in one swift motion, letting my briefs drop with them, freeing my dick. I watched as her eyes widened, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips before she caught herself and looked back up at me. I chuckled, deep, husky. "You know what you want, remember?" She rolled her eyes, but I caught the way her thighs clenched together. I leaned down, gripping the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine in a slow, deep kiss, making her moan softly. Then I trailed my mouth lower, down the slope of her neck, over the soft curve of her collarbone. She smelled like vanilla and something sweet, something tempting. I reached her titties, my lips hovering over the peak of one before taking it into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the hardened nipple, sucking slow, steady. Her moans filled the room, sharp, needy. That shit only made my dick throb harder. I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, grazing my teeth against her skin just enough to make her gasp.
Impatient now, she reached between us, wrapping her small, warm hand around me, stroking slow, teasing. Her grip was firm, confident, like she knew exactly what she was doing. Then she dragged the tip along her entrance, rubbing it against her clit, rolling her hips slightly, teasing herself. A low, dangerous growl rumbled from my chest. Her eyes flicked up to mine, playful, with that damn smirk on her lips. That was all it took. I gripped her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the bed, knocking that little smirk right off her face as I slid deep into her in one slow, claiming stroke. Her sharp gasp turned into a full-on moan, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. I exhaled through my nose, my grip tightening as I let her feel every inch, every bit of what she had been asking for. "You wanted dis, right?" My voice was low, rough, teasing, even as I fought for control. She whimpered, trying to breathe. I smirked, dragging my lips against her jaw before whispering, "Then take it." Her moans filled the room, soft, breathy, growing louder with every deep stroke I gave her. I watched her, studied her—the way her body responded, the way her lips parted, the way her face twisted up, her brows knitting together like she couldn't handle how good I was giving it to her.
But what had me locked in the most was her eyes. Or more like the fact that they were closed. I gritted my teeth, dragging my hand up her thigh, gripping her hip as I pressed deeper. "Look at me," I murmured, my voice low, rough. I wanted to see it in her eyes. The way she felt me. The way she was giving herself over, letting me take her there. She didn't move. Didn't even try to open them. That shit made me smirk. She was doing this on purpose. Testing me. I leaned down, pressing my chest against hers, rolling my hips slow, deliberate. "Look at me, Chiana." My voice dropped into something darker, heavier, a growl against her ear. Still, she kept them shut. And the more I demanded it, the more I stroked her, the louder her moans got, like she was deliberately trying to push me, trying to defy me. I smirked. Oh She wanted to play?
In one swift motion, I pulled out, grabbing her waist and flipping her over onto her stomach. She gasped as I lifted her hips, arching her back, perching that ass in the air exactly how I wanted it. Then I slapped it, watching her skin jiggle under my palm before I slid back inside her with one deep, rough stroke. Her moans came out broken, her body jerking forward slightly. That's what I wanted. I gripped her hip with one hand, setting a deep, steady rhythm before grabbing a fistful of her braids, yanking her back against me. Her back arched even more as I pulled her up, pressing my lips right against her ear. "You still wanna act like you can't look at me, huh?" I murmured, my voice taunting, teasing.
Her breath caught in her throat . I smirked, reaching around her waist with my other hand, my fingers sliding down, finding her wet, swollen clit. The second I started massaging it, she broke. Her eyes flew open, her mouth parting on a sharp gasp. I stopped moving instantly. Her whole body tensed, her breathing ragged, desperate. "Please, Juste, don't stop," she pleaded, her voice coming out in short, shaky breaths. I chuckled low, dragging my tongue over my teeth as I let my free hand travel up, teasing her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. "You better keep dem eyes open, Chiana" I warned, my voice low, dark, dripping with authority.
She swallowed hard, her body trembling under me. I smirked as she nodded, my grip tightening on her braids as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "That's my girl." Then, without warning, I rolled my hips deep, filling her completely, making her body jerk against me. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out at first, just sharp, breathless gasps before she moaned out my name, her voice shaking, needy. I let go of her braids, letting her body fall forward onto the mattress, pressing my chest against her back as I thrust into her, my pace slow but deep, making sure she felt every inch of me. Her nails clawed at the sheets, her body rocking with every stroke. I slid my hands under her, gripping her hips and lifting her slightly, getting deeper, making her moans turn into straight-up whimpers.
That shit made me wild. Made me want to see her break under me. "What's wrong, baeeby?" I taunted, my voice low, teasing, my strokes steady. "Too much for you?" She shook her head, but her body was betraying her—trembling, tightening, taking everything I was giving her like she had no choice. "Use your words, baeeby" I murmured against her ear, slowing my movements just enough to drive her crazy. "You wanted dis, right?" She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets even tighter, like she was trying to ground herself. "Yes, Juste... please give it to me please." I chuckled, kissing the side of her neck before biting it, making her cry out. Then I whispered against her skin, "Then take it, all of it." I picked up my pace, each stroke deliberate, deep, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She threw her head back, moaning louder now, no more hesitation, no more defiance—just giving in completely.
I reached down, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing slow, teasing, feeling her body tighten under me. Her breathing got more erratic, her moans turning into sharp, desperate cries. I smirked, knowing she was close, knowing she was about to lose herself completely. "What I tell you? Open ya eyes" I ordered, my voice low, commanding. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine through the mirror on the wall, her lips parted, body trembling. "That's it, baby. Now let me see you fall apart for me." The second I said it, she did. Her body clenched around me, her back arching, her moan coming out damn near a scream as she shattered completely. I groaned, feeling her squeeze around me, pushing me right to the edge, my own release hitting me hard. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, burying my face in her neck as I gave her my last few deep strokes before stilling, my breathing rough, heavy. For a moment, neither of us moved. Just breathing, our bodies still tangled, her warm, soft, completely mine. I pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder, still catching my breath. Then I smirked against her skin. "Tore ya ass right on up didn't I ?" She let out a breathless, exhausted laugh, shaking her head. "Shut up." I chuckled, shifting us effortlessly, flipping her so she was on top of me, her warm body draped over mine. She just let me move her how I wanted like she knew this was exactly where she was supposed to be.
I ran my hands up and down the smooth curve of her back before settling them on her ass, gripping her lightly, lazily, just needing to feel her. She exhaled, her breath warm against my skin, her body molding against mine. I kissed her temple, my voice softer now, teasing but full of something deeper. "You needed that. I can tell." She sighed, shifting slightly, but didn’t speak. She nuzzled against my chest, her breathing slowing. Within seconds, her light snores filled the room, soft, steady, peaceful. I smirked, shaking my head slightly, rubbing slow circles against her back as my own eyes grew heavy. I let myself drift, feeling her wrapped around me, her breath mixing with mine, her body finally still.
CHIANA
I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen, my thighs clenched, my fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard. The numbers in front of me blurred, my mind completely somewhere else. On him. On last night. On the way my body still felt tender, still buzzing like I had been struck by lightning and was still waiting for the shock to wear off. A part of me couldn't believe I had let myself get so carried away, let myself completely give in to him. Another part of me? That part knew damn well I had gotten fucked up on purpose—liquor, weed, everything—just to build up the courage to go through with it. Like I needed something to give me an excuse, to give me the push I knew I needed to finally cross that line.
And now I was sitting here with my legs pressed tight together, my breath hitching every time I moved the wrong way, reminding myself just how deep Juste had me last night. And this morning. Because he didn't just leave me with memories of last night. Before he left, he had made damn sure I felt him again, taking his time, filling me up slow, making sure I knew. I exhaled, pressing my fingers against my temples, shaking my head at myself. I wasn't the type to get caught up over a man. I wasn't the type to let one night—one incredible, mind-blowing, earth-shattering night—have me sitting at my damn desk like some starry-eyed fool. But That man had ruined me. The way he moved, the way he commanded my body, the way he owned every inch of me without hesitation. I wasn't used to that. Wasn't used to a man taking his time breaking me down, making me lose control. I dragged my tongue over my bottom lip, my mind replaying the way his voice had dropped in my ear, the way his grip had tightened on my waist, the way he had stretched me—I shivered. Jesus.
I let out a slow breath, straightening my back, trying to focus. I needed to get my shit together. Needed to shake this man off of me, get back in control of my damn self. Then my phone rang, breaking through my thoughts. I grabbed it off my desk and checked the screen.
Amina.
I already knew how this was about to go. I cleared my throat, sitting up before answering. "What?"
"Don't 'what' me," she drawled, her tone immediately suspicious. "I been waiting on you to call my ass back. You been quiet. Too quiet. You fuck him?"
I groaned, leaning back in my chair. "Amina—"
