Chapter 18 #2
I gasped when his tongue touched my clit because he didn’t ease into anything.
He never did. Pressure went straight for the center of me, licking me slow then sucking my pussy deep, dragging sounds out of me I couldn’t hide if I tried.
My hand found his head and I rubbed through his waves while he held my thighs open and licked me.
That’s where the world dropped away for me.
Pressure ate my pussy like he was born to do it, kissing me low and full with that warm, heavy tongue dragging through every part of me.
He sucked soft at first, almost teasing, then he pushed his face deeper between my legs until my back lifted off the bed.
He moaned into me like he was enjoying my body just as much as I was, and that sound traveled straight through my stomach.
I felt him gripping my thighs tighter, pulling me closer like I wasn’t giving him enough. He didn’t care that my legs were shaking or that I kept whispering his name. He held me open and took his time, sucking and licking and kissing my pussy like he needed it before he could sleep.
“Pressure…” I breathed, my voice already gone thin.
He hummed against me like that was the answer he’d been waiting for.
He started licking me in slow circles, using the flat of his tongue, then switching it up and pulling my clit into his mouth with these deep, messy kisses that made my toes curl.
He always made a mess when he ate me. It was like he wanted evidence, and wanted me wet everywhere so I couldn’t pretend he didn’t know exactly how to get to me.
I slid my hand to the back of his head and whispered for him not to stop. He didn’t plan on it anyway. He hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted my hips higher so he could suck me deeper, and the way he groaned into me almost pushed me over the edge too fast.
My breaths came out shaky as he dragged his tongue up and down my slit, then circled my clit slow like he wanted to savor the way I trembled for him.
My legs kept tightening around his shoulders but he just pulled me right back open again, giving me this rough little kiss that made me whine into the dark.
The room felt warm, the bed soft and his mouth hotter than everything around me.
And the way he kept sucking… I couldn’t hold my body still if I tried.
He knew it too, because he kept whispering against my pussy, telling me I was pretty like this, telling me to give him “all that shit,” telling me he wanted to taste me again.
Every time he talked, I felt it. Every word vibrated against me and sent another wave through my legs.
“Pressure… please…”
He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his mouth shiny with me, his eyes half-lidded and drunk, but focused like he was only here for one reason.
Then he went right back down and kissed my clit so deep my hands flew up behind my head.
I felt the climax coming fast, building so hard I had to twist the sheets just to hold myself together. He sucked harder, licking me like he wanted to take every bit of my orgasm in his mouth.
My body tensed, then broke apart right there under him, and all I could do was call out his name while he kept kissing me through the whole thing.
He didn’t even try to move away. He held my hips still and kissed me slow and deep until the last tremble left my legs.
He acted all drunk and wild, but when it came to my body, he always put intention behind every touch, lick and kiss.
Even when he was too fucked up to stand straight, he never forgot how to love me through his mouth.
Then, just when I was catching my breath and thinking he was about to climb up and fuck me, he stopped.
He stayed there for a second, breathing against my thigh, then dragged himself up my body and kissed me once before rolling over like he was clocking out of a shift.
“Ummm… okay,” I said, frowning in confusion.
He mumbled something that didn’t even sound like a real word and within seconds, his snores filled the room loud, unbothered, and drunk.
I looked at him, then looked down at his feet, and shook my head when I saw he still had his shoes on. This man had eaten me like dessert, kissed me all pretty, got me shaking on the bed, then fell asleep fully clothed.
I covered my mouth and laughed because this was exactly who I married. And as chaotic as he was, as drunk and ridiculous as he could be, he had one thing he never failed at.
My husband was always going to take care of me.
And I do mean always.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING…
It was early and even though it was Saturday, I still got Zurie, Prestyn and Kaylon up for breakfast.
The sun had barely cleared the tree line, but the kids were already wide awake, bouncing around with the kind of morning energy only children and God Himself understood.
I tied Zurie’s bonnet back since it had slid halfway off her head during the night, wiped a little crust from Prestyn’s eye, and fixed Kaylon’s curls before we went downstairs.
Our chef had the whole dining room smelling like cinnamon, butter, and warm syrup.
He had the table set with plates, napkins folded in those little shapes he liked to make, pitchers of juice, and the silver domes that told me he’d gone overboard again.
The kids rushed ahead of me, laughing and bumping into each other before sliding into their usual seats.
I took the chair between Zurie and the boys’ high chairs so I could help all three at the same time. When I lifted the lid off Zurie’s plate, she grinned wide because it was her favorite, pancakes cut into heart shapes with strawberries on the side.
“Plu,” she said, dragging out my name in that dramatic way she did whenever she wanted something. “I need more supplies. I ran out of glue sticks and Ariana stole my pencil pouch again.”
“She did what?” I asked, cutting a strawberry in half. “Where was the teacher?”
“She was at her desk doing something,” Zurie said, rolling her eyes like she was forty-five and tired of the world already.
Before I could respond, that deep, warm voice floated past me.
“I got you, baby girl. You’ll have new supplies by Monday.”
Pressure walked by slowly, dragging a hand across Zurie’s back before leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She lit up like Christmas. He did the same to Prestyn and Kaylon, kissing both boys in that soft, absentminded way he had with his kids.
Then he finally made his way to me.
His arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I felt his warmth before he even kissed me. He smelled like cologne, a hint of last night’s liquor, and something sweet that always made my stomach flutter. He looked hungover but refreshed at the same time, his eyes heavy but glowing.
“You fell asleep with all your clothes on,” I teased, turning my head to look at him. “I had to take your shoes off like you were one of the kids.”
Pressure smirked, kissed me again, then moved to sit at the head of the table while our chef brought him a plate.
The kids ate loud and messy. Zurie told a story about a girl in her class who wore fake glasses because she thought they made her look smart.
Prestyn never took his eyes off his plate.
Kaylon kept humming to himself while he dipped his strawberries in whipped cream.
It was noisy and chaotic, but it was ours.
Pressure laughed at something Zurie said and shook his head, looking over at me with that little smile he only gave when he was completely at peace.
But Toni crept back into my thoughts as naturally as breathing.
Kay’Lo hadn’t been home when we got in last night. I hadn’t seen his car in the driveway this morning, and as sweet as breakfast looked, that woman who left with him still sat in the back of my mind like a stone.
After breakfast, I let the kids run free while me and Pressure stayed at the table.
When he leaned back in his chair, lighting a blunt the chef pretended not to see as he grabbed our plates, I kept my eyes on him and finally asked, “Have you seen Kay’Lo?”
Pressure exhaled slow and shook his head. “Ain’t seen him.”
I nodded like it was nothing, but the truth was sitting on my tongue heavy.
After a minute, I sighed and looked Pressure’s way again. He was relaxed, leaning back and smoking like he didn’t have one worry in this world. I knew he wasn’t thinking about last night. He’d been too drunk to notice anything past me and the floor.
“I just…” I paused, choosing my words. “Did you see the girl he was talking to?”
Pressure frowned slightly and shrugged. “I was lit. I don’t remember shit like that.”
It was crazy how this man could get blackout drunk and still protect me, but he couldn’t remember a damn face unless he focused.
“Well, I saw her,” I said softly. “And I don’t think it’s cool. Kay’Lo stepping out on Toni like that.”
Pressure didn’t answer right away. He just smoked slow, letting the smoke curl around him while his mind worked. Pressure never gossiped, especially not about his cousins. He didn’t insert himself in drama unless he needed to fix it.
He nodded once.
To him, that was a whole statement, but to me it wasn’t enough.
“How do you feel about it?” I asked, looking him in the eye because Toni mattered. “Knowing Toni is family?”
Pressure finally looked over at me, his expression calm but serious. “Of course, I don’t wanna see Toni hurt. I’m always gon’ be there for her. But Kay’Lo and Toni gotta handle they own shit. They always do.”
I swallowed that. It wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t comforting either.
Silence moved between us while the kids kept running around.
Finally, the question pushed itself out.
“Do you think I should tell her?” I asked.
Pressure looked at me like I had lost my damn mind. He didn’t say it, but the stare said everything.
“Pluto,” he muttered, his voice low. “Stay out that shit.”
“It’s gon’ feel like I’m betraying her,” I said, crossing my arms. “I saw him hugged up with another girl. Then they left together.”
He raised a brow. “If Toni was out with another nigga, you gon’ run tell Kay’Lo?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out because I knew the answer. And Pressure saw that too. He didn’t drag it out.
“I know Toni your girl,” he said. “But let that shit play out.”
I nodded, but it wasn’t conviction. It was hesitation dressed up as agreement. I kissed his cheek when he stood to leave and watched him disappear down the hallway, still smelling faintly like last night.
When the house quieted, something settled heavy in my mind. Toni would tell me. If she saw Pressure out with a woman, she wouldn’t even blink before calling and she would do it because she loved me.
That truth alone washed over me like a wave.
I went upstairs, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and sat at the edge of the bed. My thumb hovered for a moment, but the decision had already been made in my heart.
I clicked Toni’s name.
As the phone started ringing, I took a breath and told myself the truth I had been trying to ignore.
If Pressure was out with somebody else, I would expect Toni to call me.
And that was the very thing that pushed me forward.