“Noted.”
“You already got it.”
I smiled but didn’t say anything. I sat there for a second, just looking at him. The tension in the room had shifted again. Everything felt deeper now, like the liquor, the laughs, and the honesty had peeled back a layer neither of us was expecting. I reached for another card but didn’t flip it over. “Ahmad…”
He looked at me while sparking up his blunt again, eyes red from the Remy and weed. “What’s up?”
I hesitated, then said it anyway. “I like you.”
He let the words sit in the space between us for a beat before speaking. “I like you too,” he said. “Been did since that first night. You know that, though.”
I smiled a little. “Yeah.”
He took a deep pull and exhaled slowly. “But I’ma keep it a buck… I ain’t jumpin’ headfirst into no relationship right now. Not ‘cause I don’t fuck wit’ you. But just… where I’m at? I gotta move a lil’ careful wit’ my peace.”
I nodded slowly. “I respect that. I’m not asking for a title.” I shifted onto my knees, crawling closer, then swung one leg over and climbed right into his lap, facing him. My Patrón-heavy breath fanned across his lips. “But I don’t wanna share you.”
He leaned back slightly, eyebrows raised. “That right?”
Lowering my head, I kissed his chest once and then again. “I don’t like to share.”
He smirked and took a long, slow pull of his blunt, then crushed the roach in the tray. Reaching for the Remy, he killed what was left in the bottle and set it down. His hand came up slowly, fingers sliding under my chin until they curved around my neck, gently but firmly, and pulled my mouth back to his.
His tongue slipped past my lips like he’d been waiting to taste me again. He kissed as if he were making a statement. When he finally pulled back, his voice was low and hoarse. “This dick could be all yours, Tae, as long as that pussy stay stingy for me only.”
I laughed softly, the sound slipping out against his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Oh, it’s stingy.”
He chuckled, then leaned back on the headboard and shifted under me, letting me feel exactly how bricked up he was through his boxer briefs. His hands gripped my hips, dragging me lower until I was right where he wanted me. “Aight then,” he muttered, looking up at me with that devilish glint in his eyes. “Ride this mahfucka like you meant that shit.”
My heart thudded, but my body was already moving. I reached between us, tugged his briefs down enough to free him, then lowered myself onto his dick. My eyes were locked on his the whole time. And when my lip caught between my teeth, his breath hitched as one of his hands tightened on my hip.
“Goddamn,” he muttered. Then I started grinding slowly at first, circling my hips like I was writing my name on him with every motion. His head tilted back, and he ran both hands up my thighs, then back down to cup my ass. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Keep goin’. Just like that.”
I picked up the pace, bracing one hand on his chest while the other reached back to balance on his thigh. I was riding like I meant every single word I’d said. I wanted him, and I didn’t care how crazy it sounded.
Ahmad’s hands slid back up, one gripping my waist, the other teasing my nipple. “Look at you,” he growled. “All that soft talk, now you tryna fuck the soul outta me like a demon.”
I laughed through a breathless moan. “Maybe I am.”
His lips curved. “Good. I want all that shit.”
The bedroom filled with wet sounds, gasps, and the thud of skin meeting skin. Every time I picked up speed, he met mehalfway with a thrust that made me lose my words and throw my head back. “Ahmad…”
“I gotchu, baby.”
I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the Remy still lingering on his breath. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me like he could live between my legs forever. Or maybe it was the pressure of him stretching me just right while his grip on my waist told me he wasn’t letting up anytime soon. I was grinding on his dick like my life depended on it, and he was eating it up. His groans were guttural with his tongue licking over his bottom lip like he wanted to devour me again.
“Bench,” he muttered, voice thick and full of control.
I was already climbing off before he even finished the command, letting out a shaky breath. I moved sensually, climbing onto the bench and lying my upper body flat on the bed. The anticipation of this position had me dripping even more. Last time, we’d ruined my old bench, and he’d kept his word to pay for another a few days later. This one was gorgeous, sturdier, all leather, and could be cleaned properly from the mess we were about to make.
I looked over my shoulder, teasing. “This is what you want?”
“This is whatyouwant,” Ahmad chuckled, grabbing my ass with both hands. His hand slid between my thighs to test how wet I still was, and he groaned under his breath. “Still fuckin’ drippin’. You somethin’ else.”
“Do something about it then,” I challenged, breath shaky, face pressed against the comforter as I jiggled my ass. He chuckled darkly behind me. Then, I felt him move, and I turned my head. “Where are you going?”
“Where yo’ freak toys at?”
