Chapter 18
Jatavia
Three days before Christmas
Sunlight spilled through Dreu’s windows as heat crept over my skin.
A strong sensation to release overcame me as I whimpered trying to chase the sensations he gave me.
He rubbed lazy circles around my clit as he slid in and out of my warmth relentlessly.
His breath was warm blowing in my ear canal, his finger pinched and tugged at my nipple.
“I’m sorry baby, I keep breaking this pussy down but you gotta understand how long I’ve been craving this shit.” He spoke low into my ear.
“This shit always wet as fuck, it tastes good as hell—fuck! Then you making that lil shit choke this dick!” He bit into my earlobe then sucked hard.
Dreu and I had been fucking like long lost lovers for the past three days. It was like we both couldn’t get enough of exploring each other. We were literally making up for lost time, and I didn’t want to come up for air from him. He was the only man that made my freaked out side come out.
“Take it out and let me taste it.” I moaned out.
I purposely made my pussy contract around his thick shaft then released.
“Fuck! Do that shit again for me, Pancakes.” He groaned.
“Mmm, nope! Take it out and let me taste it.” I challenged.
Seconds later he slid out of me slowly. We both groaned from the detachment.
I had it bad for this man because I found myself missing the dick in seconds.
I couldn’t get enough of Dreu’s dick, it was the most beautiful piece of meat I had ever laid eyes on.
Ten inches of thickness, perfectly curved with a fat crown.
With a cheeky smirk, I lifted off my back as he laid back against the pillow. I ran my mouth down the side of his stomach until I reached his soaked piece. A vibrant groan left his lips just as I turned my head and grazed my tongue along the side of his shaft.
“Pancakes.” He groaned out in despair.
“Say that shit, Dreu.” My lips twitched.
I wanted to bust out and laugh because I was really on demon time right now.
I loved flipping shit around and making him surrender right in front of me.
I angled him toward my mouth and licked around the rim.
Ignoring his pants and the way his hips bucked, I pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot right underneath the tip.
I could tell his lungs had deflated, precum oozed out of his dick and I lapped it right up. I eyed his crown as I watched more precum rise and suckled it out.
Dreu slapped and rubbed all over my ass, it made me feel super sexy as I slowly deep throated his dick.
Each time I squeezed my throat and hummed at the same time, he bucked instinctively.
His hand slid from the crack of my ass cheek down to the wet slit of my pussy lips.
He pushed two fingers in and out then rubbed circles around my clit.
My breath hitched as I tried my best to stay focused.
“Do that shit, Pancakes!” He panted out.
Since he wanted to play games, I teased his leaking slit with the tip of my tongue and only sucked on the tip of it.
I spoiled his dick with light licks, nasty kisses.
I shifted my focus to his balls just as he made the ‘come here’ motion against my g-spot.
My legs started to tremble; I moaned out with a mouthful of dick.
I gobbled him, tried to swallow him and didn’t give a damn about all of the spit that I purposely let leak from my mouth.
A puddle of my juices mixed with spit sat right on top of his balls. My tongue traced down the thick vein in the center of his dick until I reached his sacked. In one swift motion, I sucked both balls into my mouth and hummed.
“Lordddddd!” Dreu’s groans turned into growls.
The sound of his toes cracking and him breaking down right beneath my sucks and licks empowered me to keep going. When I dragged my tongue up to the tip of his dick he was leaking all over again.
“Jatavia.” He panted out.
“Don’t make me stop baby, we taste so good mixed together.” I begged softly.
I licked more of his precum before taking him to the back of my throat again. Dreu groaned one more time then grabbed a fistful of my hair. He brought me up to his lips and kissed me deeply. There was a lot of unspoken words in the kiss that made my stomach flutter as my body continued to heat up.
I was on my back before I could bat my eyes.
Dreu hooked his arms underneath my thighs and thrusted into me like he was seeking some sort of revenge.
My back arched off the bed as he captured my bottom lip and sucked lightly.
He pounded into me relentlessly and just when I found myself on the edge of cumming, he slid out and went straight down to my clit.
He sucked on it roughly than soft, I started to pant and squirm against him feeling myself spiral into the ecstasy only he could provide me with. He moaned as he continued to lick and suck. I screamed as my orgasm hit with a vengeance.
“You gotta give me one more, just like that Pancakes.” He kissed the top of my mound then licked down to my tunnel.
He practically drunk my cum down before getting back between my legs and drilling me with no remorse.
“Nut on this dick again, Pancakes.” He looked me dead in the eyes.
Then shook my head from side to side, feeling tears seep out the corners of my eyes.
Every muscle on him flexed as he willed me with his hooded brown eyes to cum again.
Knowing Dreu, his nut was dependent on my second release.
He pulled back halfway, grabbed my leg until my foot was on his chin.
Leaning down, he sucked on my big toe then swirled his tongue in between each toe.
“I love the fuck out of you, baby.” He panted out.
“I love you toooo.” I cried out.
I rested my leg on his shoulder; he grabbed both of my breasts then teased the tips of my nipples. Minutes later, I came again. Only this time was more explosive than the first one. Dreu pulled out of me and nutted all over my kitty and stomach. He collapsed on the side of me and sighed.
“Melodiessss from heavennnnn, rain down on meeehhhhh, rain down on meehhhh.” His singing voice was raspy and broken up since he was out of breath.
“That is sick as hell.” I laughed trying to catch my own breath.
“Man, I’m sorry but that shit make a nigga want to rejoice and thank the Lord.” He smirked sexily.
He took in another deep breath and got up from the bed.
I already knew Dreu was about to bring back a hot towel to clean me up.
I looked up at the ceiling feeling comfortable in my naked glory sprawled out on his bed.
I couldn’t stop smiling even though I was tired as hell, ready to turn over and sleep.
“Nope, you initiated this round. I will not let you be late for your first job. My brother is all business when he paying out money.” Dreu said getting back on the bed.
“I know, what time is it?” I stifled a yawn.
“It’s about to be three p.m.” He said lowly.
I relaxed even further when I felt the hot towel press against the top of my pussy.
He lifted my stomach, cleaned underneath it before folding the towel to clean the top.
I loved how attentive he was. There was no need to even attempt to compare him to Devin because Dreu was in his own league when it came to affection.
I had my first small job with Dreu’s brother and sister-in-law. Truly had seen Dreu’s post and inquired through my email. I set up an appointment to meet with her right away excited to discuss what it was she wanted me to decorate.
“Damn, I’m about to get up in a minute to shower and get dressed. I at least want to get there fifteen minutes early.” I sat up lazily.
“Okay, I hope you not thinking about bringing your prices down either.” He raised a brow.
“Well, I need to see what she wants me to do first.” I stretched and rubbed at my eyes.
“Plus, I’m just starting out. I don’t want to charge outrageously and then she might not like it.” I said nervously.
I was shy in a sense. I didn’t want to fuck this up, but it was hard not to get too deep into my head about it.
Dreu got back in bed and propped one arm behind his head.
For the past two nights we spent hours rambling ideas back in forth about my business.
He grounded me and reminded me that I would no longer be playing small with Atmospheres By Tavia.
He was ready to support and hire me all the help that I needed including an assistant and workers that I could instruct while designing.
“Run it back to me, Tavia,” he looked down at me and smiled. “I can already see that you deep in your head about it. I want you to sound confident when you talk about Atmospheres.” His voice was calm and focused.
I cleared my throat, closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and pushed away any negative thoughts that tried to bubble up inside of me.
“It’s a luxury event design, full scale party planning. Corporate office design. Holiday installs…” My words trailed as I tried to think back to what all I added on the list.
“Brand activations, wedding, private dinners, and visual storytelling for launches.” He finished for me.
“You think that’s too much?” I asked hesitantly.
“Hell nah. Too much for who?” He frowned.
“I mean not for others, but for me.” I said lowly.
“Nope. You just finally being honest with yourself about what all you can do. I think its sexy as hell.” He stated confidently.
“Okay but the prices, Dreu. I keep getting stuck on that.” I finally admitted.
I didn’t want to charge people an arm in a leg for my services. People loved to complain about things like that a lot and didn’t want it to be a problem.
“What are the prices you came up with?” He asked.
“For office design,” I said slowly, “I was thinking…maybe a one or two thousand?” I squinted my eyes already cringing thinking that was too much.
He barked out an amused laugh and shook his head.
“Pancakes,” he said gently, “High end office design start at ten. You will have a crew once you start interviewing. You think I’m going to let you step into this shit without the right resources?
I’m getting you an office space and I’m gone make sure it goes big for you baby.
” He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“But ten thousand dollars to decorate just an office? I think that’s too much… I was thinking weddings could start at that price.” I blinked hard.
“No, you will be creating atmosphere. Mood, brand identity and experience. You not hanging pictures, baby. You will be walking in their place and setting the tone. You should always see triple the profit in anything you do.” He offered me a confident smile that made me feel like he had already seen the positive outcome of it all.
“Plus, rich people love paying out more than shit is worth… it makes them feel secure.” He chuckled.
“That’s not true.” I snorted out.
“It is!” he laughed.
“When it cost more, they trust it more. They assume care, excellence, and exclusivity.” He shrugged like it was nothing.
“That sound like some rich people propaganda.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
He reached over and squeezed the top of my thigh then looked into my eyes seriously.
“If it make you feel better, you can offer a family discount since you gone be apart of my family. But I ain’t playing about the prices. You gotta price shit for the lifestyle you serving not the one you were used of living because that shit is over from this day forth.” He declared.
That shut me right the hell up. I didn’t have nothing to come back and say because he warmed my entire soul.
“So how much should I charge for weddings, that rapper guy by the name of Deleon fiancé reached out to me. I plan on responding to her email after the holidays.” I smiled, feeling excited to get started.
“Minimum twenty-five thousand. I’m gone have Rina help you when we go to the studio tomorrow to put out an ad so you can hire a few people asap. I’ll also have her look into some nice office spaces and tell her you need it asap.” He pulled at the bottom of his thick beard.
“You have Rina do a lot for you, do you think she’d be cool with that. My cousin Tammy coming down to visit with me on Christmas Eve before she visits her parents. I can have her help me.”
“No, you and your cousin can have a good time together. You my woman, Jatavia. I’m gone make shit happen for you so don’t be complicated about it.” He said with a serious tone.
There it was, I hadn’t agreed to be back with him, but he smoothly put it out there and I didn’t deny him of it. The way he was taking the lead turned me the hell on. I loved how excited he was for me as well.
“Dreu, I’m willing to give us another try but if I see any hoes—”
“Fuck all them hoes. You don’t even got to worry about them.
Any hoes I smashed before you never even had my number.
Rina suggested for them all to sign NDA’s and if I wasn’t serious about pursuing none of them, she felt like they shouldn’t even have a text thread from me.
I’m clean as fuck, I ain’t got no women in love with or none of that shit.
I guess you caught me at a good time in my life. ” He chuckled.
I hated that I laughed at the last part of what he said.
“No, you caught me at a good time, and you better be glad about it too.” I elbowed him softly.
“I wouldn’t have cared if I caught you while you was deep in love with another nigga. I would have snatched yo ass the fuck up and brought you home.” He frowned.
“So, this is home?” I raised a brow.
“Yeah, this home so we can pack that mini apartment up and donate that shit to charity. You can decorate this house however you want and I ain’t got no passwords on none of my phones so you can check them whenever you want until you trust me fully and even after.” He smirked.
“Okay, Dreu…We gone see.” I rolled my eyes.
“The proof already in the pudding Pancakes.”