Chapter 20 #2
I had been sipping wine all night, and it was definitely hitting me now.
The buzz made everything feel warm, and the way Pressure kept looking back at me only made it worse.
My body was reacting before I could even think.
I crossed my legs, watching him move, his presence filling the whole damn room like it always did.
When he finally walked over to me, I tried to play it cool, but my eyes gave me away.
“You good, baby?” he asked, his voice low and rough the way I loved.
I smiled and nodded, even though my heart was racing. “I’m good. Just… happy.”
Pressure smirked like he already knew what was going on in my head. He leaned close enough for his breath to touch my ear. “Happy ain’t the only thing runnin’ through you right now,” he whispered, his hand sliding around my waist.
I laughed, trying to hide my smile, but he pulled me closer, and I could feel how warm his body was. “Stop,” I whispered, but I didn’t mean it.
He chuckled. “Stop what? You the one all up on me.”
I put my hand on his chest, pretending to push him away, but I was smiling the whole time. “You making it hard not to be.”
Pressure grinned and kissed the side of my neck, right below my ear. “You drunk, huh?”
“Maybe a little.”
He bit his lip and stared down at me. “My mama keeping the baby tonight.”
My eyes met his and I felt my stomach drop. “She is?”
“Yeah. I already told her.”
I didn’t say anything, but he saw the look in my eyes and smirked again.
“What you think that mean?” he asked, dragging his thumb across my hip.
“I think it means you tryna get me in trouble,” I said.
He laughed. “Nah, I’m tryna get you home.”
I stared at him, my chest rising and falling. “Take me then.”
Pressure’s grin widened as he looked around the room. “A’ight, say less.”
He started telling his family bye, shaking hands, hugging Abeni and thanking everyone again. I watched him move through the room like a king, confident and smooth. When he made it back to me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed the top of my head.
“Come on, baby,” he said.
We stopped by Abeni to give her Prestyn’s bag, and she smiled, holding the baby close. “You two be careful,” she said, knowing exactly what type of night it was about to be.
Zurie ran up and hugged me tight, her little arms around my waist. “Omá said she already got my pajamas ready.”
I smiled and brushed her curls back. “Good. You be good, okay?”
She nodded, her eyes bright. “I will. Love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” I kissed her forehead and watched her run off toward the kitchen, her laughter blending in with the rest of the family noise.
I nodded. “He’s got enough milk to last through the night, but I’ll come back for him in the morning.”
Abeni smiled wider. “We’ll be here. Don’t you worry about him.”
Pressure’s hand slipped around my waist, his lips brushing my ear. “Come on, baby,” he murmured. “Let’s roll.”
When we walked out the door, the night air felt good. I could feel the alcohol still warm in my chest as we made it to the car. Pressure opened my door and helped me in before walking around to his side. As soon as he started the car, I reached over and rubbed the back of his neck.
He glanced at me and smirked. “You touchin’ me like that, you gon’ make me pull over.”
I laughed and leaned closer. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
Pressure looked over at me, his eyes darker now. “You sure you ready for what you askin’ for?”
I nodded, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his arm. “I been ready.”
He smiled and kept driving.
The whole ride home, I couldn’t stop touching him.
My hand stayed on his thigh or his neck, and every time he shifted in his seat, I caught him looking at me.
The energy between us felt different. We had always been close, but this was deeper.
There was a peace mixed with all the heat.
He wasn’t just my man anymore. He was my future.
When we drove through the gates and pulled into the long driveway, Pressure cut the car off and looked over at me. “You know I love you, right?”
“I know,” I replied, my heart thumping. “I love you too.”
He leaned over and kissed me. It started slow, just his lips brushing mine, but it deepened fast. By the time he pulled back, I was breathing hard, and my body was on fire.
“Let’s go in the house,” he said.
We walked to the door together, our fingers intertwined. The second the door shut behind us, Pressure turned and grabbed me. His mouth was on mine before I could even say anything. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, losing myself in it.
He lifted me, his hands gripping my waist, and I could feel how hard his dick was. I didn’t care about anything else. My nails were digging in his waves, and his lips moved against mine like he had been waiting all night for this moment.
Pressure pulled back just long enough to look at me. His voice came out deep and slow. “You been teasin’ me all night.”
“And what if I was?” I whispered.
“Then I’m about to handle that.”
I didn’t even get the chance to respond before he started kissing me again, harder this time.
My back hit the wall, and I moaned against his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders.
Clothes were coming off faster than I could think, and the only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want him to stop.
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Right there by the front door, he had me, his body pressed against mine, his breath warm against my neck as he kissed me.
The mansion was quiet, but my heart was pounding so loud I could almost hear it.
His hands moved up my thighs, rough yet gentle at the same time, and every part of me reacted to his touch.
I didn’t care that we hadn’t even made it to the bedroom.
I didn’t care that our clothes were still half on and half off. All I wanted was him.
The way he kissed me felt like he was trying to take the breath out my body.
He grabbed my face and pulled me straight into his mouth, kissing me deep and nasty, licking inside my mouth like he was tryna taste everything I had.
His tongue slid against mine slow, then he switched it up and kissed me harder, letting those low sounds slip out his throat like he was already turned on beyond saving.
My legs were wrapped around his waist and he held me up effortlessly. One hand was under me and the other on the back of my neck, keeping my mouth right where he wanted it. He kissed me so deep it felt like his tongue was pulling me into him. His lips were wet, warm and messy.
He moved straight to my neck and bit me.
His teeth pressed into my skin and a moan came out of him like he could not help it.
The bite hit so deep and so hot that a sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.
It was a needy howl that filled the space between us.
My nails dug straight into his back, dragging across his skin while my whole body tightened on him.
He licked the same spot he bit, then sucked on it with his mouth open, licking up the side of my throat like he loved the taste of me.
“Keep your legs right there,” he murmured against my neck, his voice low and drunk. “I like how you holdin’ on me like you scared to let me go, baby.”
He bit me again, this time on my shoulder, gripping my hip tighter as he sucked on my skin.
His breath was warm and ragged, and every bite sent a rush straight through me.
He lifted me higher on his waist and kissed me again, deep and sloppy, his tongue all in my mouth while he talked against my lips.
“You feel good all over me,” he whispered in that thick hood tone that always made me weak. “You drunk and all on me, look at you.”
He kissed me again, slow and filthy, then dragged his tongue across my neck and whispered in my ear.
“I’m not lettin’ you off me tonight. You hear me.”
He bit my ear and held me tighter, kissing me like he was addicted, and talking to me like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I could feel everything between us building. I could feel everything we’d been through, all the love, the drama, the fights and the make-ups. It all came rushing back in the way he held me.
Finally, I slid down his body and got on my knees, taking his dick into my hand.
The moment my lips wrapped around him, Pressure let out this deep breath that sent chills down my spine.
His hand came down on the back of my head, guiding me exactly how he wanted it.
I opened my mouth wider and took him deeper, letting my tongue slide up and down his dick while he pressed my head closer.
I stroked him at the same time, my hand twisting slow and tight while my mouth stayed full of him.
My spit kept sliding down my fingers, making every stroke wetter and nastier, and I could feel him reacting to every move I made.
I came up for a second just to spit on the tip, letting it drip down the length of him before taking him back into my mouth.
The sound of it mixed with his breathing made heat run through my body, and I kept jerking him while sucking him slow and deep.
I could feel his hand tighten in my hair, guiding me right back down like he needed more of my mouth.
He taught me all of this. He took my virginity and every time he touched me after that he opened something in me I never knew was there.
Loving Pressure turned me out in a way I could never explain.
Being with him taught me exactly how to please him, how to make him breathe hard, how to make his thighs tense and how to make him lose control.