Chapter 24
T h e l i g h t c r e e p i n g through the blackout curtains didn’t stand a chance against how good she looked lying across my chest. Autumn’s leg was thrown over mine, her fingers laced with mine like she didn’t wanna let go.
Her hair was wild as fuck, but she was still gorgeous.
My hand slid down her back. I needed a second to just… take this shit in.
Last night damn sure wasn’t supposed to happen like that, but I’m glad it did.
And I’m not just talking about the way she moaned my name, or how soft she got when I whispered in her ear.
I’m talking about the way she saw me. Past the money, the smoke, the chain.
She didn’t treat me like some street nigga with a suite and a rental.
She listened and matched my energy without flinching.
And then me nutting in her… shit, that damn sure wasn’t planned, but her pussy was too good.
I knew we would need to grab a Plan B ASAP, if she was on that type of time for real.
It wouldn’t bother me either way, and the fact that it didn’t said a lot. Yeah, Autumn had me gone.
I kissed the side of her head, and she stirred a little, mumbling something into my chest before settling again.
I slid out the bed carefully, not trying to wake her.
I grabbed my boxer briefs off the floor and stepped into ‘em before reaching for the blunt I’d rolled last night and didn’t finish.
Stepping onto the balcony, I slid the door just enough so that I could hear it when she woke up.
Then, I inhaled the breezy warm air and exhaled before sparking the blunt.
The city looked different in the morning. It was peaceful as fuck, letting my thoughts run as I pulled in the smoke and let it settle. Truth was…I wasn’t trying to play this cool no more with Autumn, not after last night. I fucked with her heavy. I needed all that in my life.
“Psst…” I heard from behind me and turned to see her sitting up on the bed with the sheets pulled over her body.
“Mornin’,” I said, smoke curling from my lips.
She smiled a sleepy smile, but that shit was sexy. “Morning,” she echoed, voice rough but soft.
“Still want leftovers for breakfast?” I smirked, walking back inside towards the ashtray.
She rolled her eyes but grinned, “Only if you warm it up for me.”
I looked her up and down. “I warmed you up all night. You want me to serve it too?” She tossed a pillow at me and laughed, and it filled the whole room. I caught it mid-air, threw it right back. “You want food or you want me?”
She smirked, biting her lip, like that was gon’ stop the heat in my eyes. “Why can’t I have both?”
I laughed and went to the kitchen, grabbing the plates we packed up last night to heat them up.
When I was done, I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and forks.
“Leftovers in bed? You sure you can handle that level of intimacy?” I teased, setting the food down on the tray table and bringing it to the bed.
Autumn laughed, scooting back against the headboard. “Only if you let me wear your shirt while we eat.”
That was easy. I grabbed my button-up from yesterday and tossed it to her.
My dick got hard instantly. “You lucky I like how you look in my shit,” I muttered, watching her slide it on over them soft ass titties.
She looked too damn good sitting there, all cozy and domestic, like she belonged.
I climbed back in bed, tray between us, and passed her a fork.
She rolled her eyes, digging in. “Mmm… this mac and cheese is so damn good. You know I made this, right? Taj and I.”
“Word? Lemme find out…” I chuckled, leaning back on my elbow, watching her eat. “You really dope as fuck, Autumn.” She caught that look I gave her and didn’t shy away from it. She just licked some yams off her thumb and smirked back.
After we crushed our plates, I laid back, feeling full as fuck with my arms behind my head. She crawled over, laid her head on my chest and that shit felt good. “What we watching?” I asked. She grabbed the remote, scrolled through channels, then landed right on Love Jones.
I laughed. “You tryna get a nigga all soft and shit, huh?”
She looked up at me, grinning. “A little softness never hurt nobody.”
“Until I start quotin’ lines and you think I’m tryna be poetic.”
“You? Poetic?” She snorted. “More like smooth with a blunt and good dick.”
I fake gasped. “Don’t box me in like that. I got layers, baby.”
“Mmhm,” she teased, and we both cracked up.
As the movie played, we got quiet for a minute. My hand rubbed lazy circles on her thigh, and her fingers traced the tattoos on my chest. I could feel her energy shift before she even spoke.
She tilted her head slightly, voice soft. “So… are we just not gonna talk about the fact that you came in me last night?”
I kept my eyes on the screen for a beat, then looked down at her. Her face was calm, but I saw that lil' flicker in her eyes. “You on birth control?” I asked, voice low.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then what are we talkin’ ‘bout?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Just saying, maybe we should grab a Plan B, just to be safe.”
I sat up a little, my arm tightening around her waist. “Safe?” I repeated, like the word itself annoyed me. “After how you was beggin’ me not to stop? After you looked me dead in my face and told me please, like I owed you somethin’?”
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Don’t flip this on me. It’s still my body.”
“And it’s my nut,” I said, calm but firm. “You think I give that to just anybody?”
Her mouth dropped open in mock offense. “Oh, my God. Not you acting like your cum is some sacred offering.”
“It is,” I said, straight-faced. “That shits royalty, baby. Premium product.”
She burst out laughing, slapping my chest. “Boy, shut up…”
“Nah, for real,” I cut in, flipping her over onto her back in one move. “I probably just put twins in you.”
“Oh my God… get off of me,” she yelled, laughing, trying to push me off.
I pinned her wrists gently. “Say it’s an honor.”
“I’m not saying that.”
“Say it.”
“No!”
“Bet.”
I let one hand go and started tickling her side mercilessly. She squirmed and screamed, twisting under me, trying to escape. Her laugh turned into full-blown hysterics as her body shook beneath mine.
“Okay! Okay… stop! STOP!”
“You gon’ say it?”
“Never!”
“Say it’s an honor!”
“Fine!” she yelled, her breathless voice rising, cheeks pink. “I’m honored! Damn!” I stopped, grinning like I won a championship. Autumn lay there under me, chest rising fast, smiling and pretending to pout. “You’re a little crazy,” she muttered.
“And I think you like that.”
Her silence told me everything I needed to know. I leaned down, kissed her mouth slowly, and whispered, “But for real, we can grab that Plan B. I ain’t trippin’. Just know…” I kissed her again, deeper. “I gotchu if you didn’t wanna pop it and take that chance.”
She blinked up at me. “Seriously?”
I nodded once. “Without question.”
She bit her bottom lip, then said, “If a baby comes with a side of that sweet potato pie… then… maybe.”
I chuckled, leaned down, and brushed my lips against her jaw. “Get in the shower with me.”
I didn’t wait. I scooped her up with both arms and carried her into the bathroom. I set her down on the counter and turned on the water as she peeled off my shirt. She watched me, legs swinging when I stepped out of my boxer briefs with my eyes locked on hers.
We stepped under the hot water, her back hitting the tile as the spray poured down over both of us. I slid my hand down the back of her thigh and scooped her ass up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, water running down the curve of her breast, her stomach, and her thighs.
I looked down, then back up at her. “You good?” I asked, voice low.
“I’m good,” she whispered, breath shaky, lip caught between her teeth. Her thighs clenched, and that was all I needed.
I lined myself up and pushed in slowly, happy as fuck to be back inside her warmth. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes fluttered closed. “Nah,” I growled. “Keep those eyes on me.” She opened them, barely, but it was enough.
And I started moving, grinding deep, angling my hips just right. Autumn’s breath hitched every time I stroked in, her nails scrambling up my wet biceps. “Woods...”
Hearing her moan my name made me go harder. I angled deeper, and her arms flew around my neck, pulling me closer. “Squeeze my dick,” I muttered, right against her mouth.
She nodded fast, barely breathing and did as she was told. Fuck. I sped up pace, hood snapping hard, pulling a cry from her lips. “Fuuuck!”
“Mhm. Take this dick, baby,” I said, tone thick, voice low and edged.
Her body answered before her mouth did. Hips rolling, legs tightening, back arching off the wall. She came, and I kept drilling her pussy. I could feel her about to nut again as she bucked. “Shit… shit… baby, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” I growled. “Don’t hold that shit in. I want it all over me.”
She cried out, hands clawing for my shoulders as her head hit the tile. Her body tightened hard around me, and then she came gasping, hips jerking, toes probably curling behind my back. I just watched her unravel under me. She looked raw and beautiful as fuck.
“Autumn,” I groaned, forehead pressed against hers as I buried my dick deep. Nut shot all up inside her. Shaking my head, I said, calm. “This pussy don’t deserve pull-out dick.”
She laid her head backwards on the tile. “You’re insane.”
I laughed, kissing her lips, marinating in her pussy juice.“And you still lettin’ me hit raw. So what that say ‘bout you?”
She gasped. “Quamaine!”
Laughing, I let her down and squirted the body wash from the shelf into my hands, lathering them up. My palms moved over her shoulders first, then down her arms, across the curve of her back. The way she stood still for it and trusted me with it said everything.
When I dropped to one knee and started with her thighs, she lifted one leg so I could soap her up properly.
Then, when she was all cleaned off, she returned the favor.
Her hands worked over my chest, arms, and abs before moving to my dick.
Her fingertips moved slowly, rubbing soft circles into my skin, her eyes following the motion like she was really enjoying this shit. I loved it.
This wasn’t about pussy. I’d had plenty of that.
This was something different. This woman was soft but solid.
Gorgeous but grounded. And I felt it in my chest and in the way I wanted her to feel protected every time she left me.
Like she belonged to herself, but she could rest with me.
I’d never felt that before, not like this.
But best believe I knew exactly what I wanted.