“Why not?” He asked as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “She’s probably getting her freak on too.”
We both laughed quietly, then Kier took my shirt off, freeing my breasts. He pulled my leg forward, and I ended up on my back as he slid my underwear off.
“Baby, we can’t. She’ll hear us.”
Kier dropped his towel, and the moonlight glistened on his entire body. “Si, look at him, he's stressed” he said, stroking his pole. “He misses you.”
“Stop playing!” I laughed.
“Si, I miss your juicy goodness, please let me in.” He whined in a tiny voice. I couldn’t help but laugh harder, at this point hoping I wasn’t too loud.
I sighed, “Come on, Kier,” I gave in. He advanced forward, and the mattress dipped under his weight as he met me on the bed, hovering over me. “But you better not make any noise.”
“Nah, you better not. I need a taste first.”
Kier lowered himself and took my inner thigh between his lips. I gasped, then I froze for a second, listening. It was too quiet, making every little sound feel louder than it actually was.
“You hear that?” I whispered.
“I hear you thinking too much,” he said, not stopping.
Kier wasted no time, latching onto my clit. Instantly, my body shuddered from the contact, and I let out a subtle moan. The warmth of his tongue was comforting, but I was overwhelmed with all the sensations. His big hands spread me wide, while he buried his face into my pussy. His beard tickled my cheeks, but soon after, he glided his tongue to my ass, and that sent me over the edge.
I tried to focus on staying quiet, but that lasted all of two seconds. The more I held back, the worse it got. My body wasn’t trying to cooperate at all. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep it in, but it slipped anyway, a moan I couldn’t catch in time. I grabbed the pillow quicker after that, pressing it down hoping it would muffle the noise.
Kier took two fingers and slowly toyed with my kitty while his tongue assaulted my ass. “Kierrr, ahh uhh uhh, I’m about to commmm-” I screamed, and I hoped the pillow muffled everything. Kier had me on cloud nine as I lay there trying to catch my breath.
Kier’s beard glistened as he stroked his dick, ready for round two. My pussy throbbed, trying to recover from Kier’s assault, but we both wanted more. He kissed me, then lay on the bed and tapped my waist.
“Don’t make no noise, baby please.” I pleaded with him as I climbed on top of him.
“I can’t promise you nothing, Si.” Sliding down slowly, I whimpered in pleasure, and Kier’s mouth fell open. “Ahhhh SHIT, Si, you wet as fuck, baby.”
“Shhhh.” I encouraged him as I rode him silently.
Kier felt good inside of me. I eased up and down, steadily at first. Then, I rotated my hips, grinding on him slowly until he couldn’t take much more. Kier sat up, meeting me, then placed kisses on my neck while striking me on my ass. He groaned, and every time it sounded like he would get louder, I kissed him, sticking my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could. It probably helped me more than it helped him. The only thing harder than Kier’s dick right now was the restraint it took not to moan or call out his name. Though I was on top, Kier had taken complete control, securing his arms around my waist. From underneath, he long stroked me, pumping into me deeply, hitting my spot over and over.
“Ohh ba—Kier.”
“Yeah, Si, you wet as fuck, squeezing a nigga dick.”
I leaned back, and Kier leaned forward, adjusting me into missionary position. Kier positioned his arms under my legs, then locked his hands on top of mine.
“Damn.” I muttered. “We're definitely about to get caught.”
He let out a quiet laugh against my neck. “Then be quiet.”
The best partabout Kier’s celebration dinner was the food, and his happiness. That’s what I kept telling myself whenever the thought crept in that I felt left out, or to some extent out of place. This wasn’t about me. Hell, it wasn’t even about us. But sitting in a room full of people who had history with him, including his mother, his stepfather, and friends who spoke in references Ididn’t understand; made me feel a bit excluded. It was cool, but I also felt awkward. And part of me wished I stayed back with Treasure and Naomi.
The conversation never really slowed down. Stories bounced from one end of the table to the other, followed by laughter that came so naturally it made me realize these people had spent years building memories together. Kier fit effortlessly into every exchange, finishing stories before someone else could, laughing until he leaned back in his chair, even taking a few playful shots at his stepfather that had everyone joining in. His mother watched him with quiet pride, smiling more than she spoke. I mostly listened, picking at another bite of my meal while taking it all in. Every now and then Kier reached beneath the table to squeeze my hand or rest it against my knee, small reminders that although I wasn’t part of their history, he hadn’t forgotten I was there.
After dinner, we made our way down to the marina where a small tender waited to ferry us across the Hudson. The city gleamed around us as we skimmed over the dark water. As the yacht came into view, illuminated against the skyline, I finally understood why everyone had been so excited about the second half of the evening.
Once we got onboard, I had to pause for a second just to take it in. The deck stretched out wide, polished down to a shine that caught the reflection of the city lights. Manhattan sat behind us as a perfect backdrop. The buildings glowed against the night sky, while the water splashed steadily beneath us. Soft lighting ran along the railings, forming just enough glow to keep everything visible without taking away from the view.
This party was noticeably different. The other parties I attended with Kier had been contained, including only label people. I noticed now that the familiar faces I’d been seeing all summer were present, but so were other new faces.
It was quite overwhelming. Everywhere I turned, servers floated through the crowd with fresh cocktails while conversations overlapped in every direction. Every few minutes another burst of camera flashes pulled my attention somewhere else, reminding me that this wasn’t just a celebration. It was networking disguised as a party. Everyone seemed to know someone, and everyone seemed to be watching someone else.
