His intrusive thoughts had him blurting words aloud, but he didn’t care. Heavy was infatuated, practically obsessed.
“And you’re talking about me just saying anything,” Cyren said, laughing and moving back some. “Can you get me a towel and stuff?”
Adjusting his dick, Heavy nodded. “Yeah.”
Cyren followed him into the bathroom with her bag in tow. Heavy set a big towel, with a few smaller ones, on the counter before stepping out. It didn’t matter how many times she’d been over a man’s house; her nerves still got the best of her. She pulled all her essentials out of her bag and made sure the temperature was just right before stepping inside his walk-in shower.
As she scrubbed her skin, a wave of emotions settled in her body. Cyren was good at putting on a front. Yes, she was serious about just having fun, but she was also unsure of how to navigate what she was feeling for Heavy. He’d been practically the perfect man, yet she wasn’t sure if that was what she wanted right now—at least nothing serious, but the benefits that came with it.
“Just get out of your head and let it be what it is, not what it’s not,” she mumbled to herself.
Once she was out of the shower, Cyren oiled her body down, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and left the bathroom. She needed to shampoo her hair anyway, so she didn’t bother putting a scarf on. Heavy had the comforter pulled back, while he stood on the side of the bed scrolling through Netflix. Hestopped and eyed her in the tank top and boy shorts she wore. Heavy grinned, loving how comfortable she looked in his space.
“You good?” he asked.
She nodded, placing her bag down. “Mhm.”
“A’ight. Here. You can turn on something. I’m bouta hop in the shower,” he said, tossing the Roku remote toward her side.
She climbed into bed while he made his way to the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her body melted into the pillowtop mattress, making her feel like she was atop the fluffiest clouds. Adjusting the pillows around her, Cyren didn’t bother to pick up the remote. She grabbed her phone to send a quick text to Gabi.
I’m at this man’s house, and I think I like it here.
She smiled, hitting send. If she could be honest about her feelings with anyone, she could with her best friend.
As you should! Please get enough dick for both of us.
Cyren snickered under the covers but promised to do just that. Locking her phone, she slid it onto the dresser and decided to see what was on Netflix. She’d practically watched every new show that was recommended. Knowing it’d just be background noise anyway, she turned on the Biggie documentary. She was twenty minutes into it when Heavy stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him.
Without an ounce of shame, Cyren watched as he padded across the room with a towel around his waist. She knew he was in good shape, but seeing his beautiful chocolate skin under dim light as he rubbed lotion on his body had her uncomfortably shifting under the sheets.
“You find something good?” Heavy asked, and her eyes moved from the tent in his towel to his face.
Cyren nodded. She’d found something better to watch.
“Baby,” he called out when she didn’t verbally answer him.
“Huh?”
He removed his towel and opened the drawer to grab some briefs. “You over there sleep?”
“No. Why’re you putting those on?” she asked.
Smirking, Heavy tossed them on the dresser and walked toward her. Pulling the covers back some, he caressed her thighs.
“You on that?” His hand slid between her legs, and he rubbed the seat of her shorts. They were damp and in his way.
Tossing the covers and sheets back, he climbed between her legs and removed them while sensually kissing her lips. He couldn’t get enough of them. Heavy moved down her body, lifting the tank over her head. It was tossed behind him as his greedy mouth covered one nipple. Cyren shuddered as his teeth lightly scraped it, before circling her areola. He palmed the other, twisting her taut pebble between his fingertips.
“Mmmm,” Cyren moaned as he ventured lower, licking her stomach and kissing it in ways no man had ever done before.
Heavy placed the warmest kisses down her thighs and between them, while caressing and massaging them as his tongue made a trail down her long legs. He kissed the inside of her ankle and her gold anklet before reacquainting himself with her center.
“I ain’t get to take my time with you the first time,” Heavy muttered against her flesh.
He was talking directly to and against her pussy, as if he didn’t care to consult with its owner. Quite frankly, he was the owner. He had the deed to it, as he did to the homes he owned throughout the city. A gratified moan escaped Cyren as his fingers strummed through her wetness, toying with her clit.
“Uuugh, fuck.” Her whimpers were cute, but Heavy needed to hear her.
