11. Kashmere Charm
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
F uck… fuck… fuck… I kept thinking to myself as I walked back to my room.
My legs felt like noodles and my bikini bottoms were twisted all sideways.
The inside of my thighs tingled every time I took a step.
My body was wet, not just from the hot tub, but from how hard that man just fucked me like I was made for him.
I couldn’t stop the chills that kept runnin’ through me.
My skin was prickly, my nipples still sensitive, and every time I blinked I could see Pressure’s face.
I thought about his hands on my throat, the way he whispered in my ear, how his dick filled me up and pulled my fuckin’ soul out.
What the hell did I just do?
I was supposed to be here for Pluto. That was the whole reason I even signed up for this crazy ass mansion shit in the first place.
Not because I wanted to be one of Pressure’s lil Diamonds, but because I knew what this money could do for my girl and her family.
I’ve been rockin’ with Pluto since before any of these other hoes even knew her name.
I was there when she had to help her mama up off the bathroom floor, and I was there when she sat on the edge of Zurie’s bed, holdin’ her little hand while she had one of those scary ass episodes.
I didn’t give a fuck about fame or no ring. I just wanted Pluto to win, but now I was the one out here fuckin’ the prize.
I finally got to the door and eased it open.
The room was dark with a lil LED strip glowin’ under the bunk beds.
Pluto was sittin’ up in hers with a book in her lap, and two other girls were knocked out on the other side.
I tiptoed in like I was sneakin’ in from my mama’s house past curfew, hoping nobody would say nothin’, but of course Pluto looked up and squinted at me.
“How was the hot tub?” she asked, her voice low.
“It was cool,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes down as I walked to my suitcase.
My hair and body was still soaked, and I could feel water slidin’ down the back of my thighs, but I wasn’t even focused on that.
I was too busy trying not to think about Pressure’s dick and the way my pussy was still pulsing from what he did to it.
Pluto tilted her head and frowned. “Why yo’ bottoms on backwards?”
I paused, then looked down and saw that my bikini bottoms were literally inside out and crooked like I had put them on drunk. I didn’t even have a lie ready.
“I… damn, I ain’t even notice,” I whispered, trying to laugh it off but my face was hot as hell. I grabbed a tank top and some shorts from my luggage and headed straight to the bathroom before she could ask me anything else.
Once I locked the door to the bathroom, undressed and stepped under the water, I finally exhaled.
I leaned my head against the wall, lettin’ the hot water run down my back while I tried to wash off the moment… but it wasn’t leaving me.
That dick was still on my mind.
Pressure was not normal. That man fucked me like I was his chosen one, and he was letting my body know it before my mind could even catch up. His dick was long, thick, and hitting spots I ain’t even know I had. And the way he held me after… the way he looked at me when I swallowed his spit…
Fuck.
It was impossible not to want it again.
I had planned on being here for Pluto, supporting her while she tried to survive this crazy ass place, and now I was the one sneaking back into the room with my bikini on backwards and my legs still trembling.
I was not supposed to let this man fuck me, but now that he did, my whole chest felt weird.
My pussy was still thumping in slow waves like it hadn’t gotten enough, and my mind was doing flips over the fact that it was only the third night in the house.
I finished my shower, threw on my tank and shorts, and wrapped my towel around my hair before stepping back into the room. The lights were off, but Pluto’s book light was still on. She looked over at me when I walked past, then closed her book and climbed down from the bunk.
“You okay?” she whispered.
I nodded and sat on the bottom bed while she walked over and sat beside me.
“I know the other girls sleep, but I needed to talk,” she said, keeping her voice soft.
“What’s up?” I asked, tryna keep my face neutral.
She looked down at her fingers for a second before glancing at me. “I hate how I been thinkin’ about Pressure all day.”
My stomach dropped.
“What you mean?” I asked, tryna sound casual.
Pluto sighed. “Last night when I was in his bed… I ain’t gon’ lie, I didn’t wanna leave. I felt safe. Like… protected. That’s weird, right? I mean, I barely know him.”
I stared at her, wondering how the hell she’d feel if she knew he was just balls deep in me less than an hour ago.
“What are you thinkin’ now?” I asked, my throat dry.
She hesitated, then leaned in a little closer. “I was thinking about going to his room tonight… just to lay with him and see what happens.”
My body tensed up, but I forced a laugh. “Girl, you bold as hell.”
She smiled. “I mean… he already held me once. What’s one more night?”
I didn’t know what to say. Of course, I didn’t want her in that nigga bed after he just rearranged my insides in the hot tub, but I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t hurt her or make this about me, so I played it cool.
“Maybe you should let him come to you,” I said softly. “You don’t wanna look like you chasin’ him. If he really want you, he’ll show you.”
She stared at me for a second, like she was tryna read what I wasn’t saying. Then she nodded.
“Yeah… you right.”
She got up and climbed back in her bunk, turning her book light off and rolling over.
But my ass… I couldn’t sleep.
I laid back on the bed, staring at the door, wishing I was still outside in that water, with Pressure’s arms around me and his voice in my ear telling me to take that dick.
I had no business falling for that man, but my body already had. And now I ain’t know how to turn that shit off.