4. Brielle
Stumbling into the house, I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter.
I’d sweat out all my curls and the alcohol was doing an amazing job coursing through my bloodstream.
I felt like a fairy as I opened the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water.
I didn’t move until the first bottle was empty and the second was halfway gone.
Consuming nothing but tequila, whiskey, and cognac all night had my body begging for ice cold water.
I wiped the corners of my mouth and tossed both bottles onto the counter. I’d clean those in the morning.
In my drunken state, I stripped out of my clothes and headed down the hall to my bedroom. I pushed open the door and made my way over to the walk-in shower. I twisted it to its hottest setting before I turned around and took the wig off my head.
No matter how drunk I was, I kept my wigs in perfect condition—or as perfect as a drunken night would allow. I placed the hair unit on the mannequin and used my makeup wipes to clean my face. Once I was bare faced, cornrows free, and body naked, I stared at my reflection.
“Bitch, who the fuck told you to drink this much?” I asked myself. I examined my body. I turned to the side and observed every inch of my skin. Even drunk as hell, I looked good. I was a catch. Any man who got the chance to see me in this state would be a blessed man.
I stepped into the shower and let the water kiss my skin. The steaming hot spray only amplified my horniness. The pressure built within my core. I needed someone or something to give me the release I craved.
James had driven me crazy all night. He looked so sexy with his fresh retwist pulled into a ponytail. The perfect trim of his beard made my mouth water, and his muscles were delicious. I wanted him to wrap those arms around me and show me what every inch of his dick could do.
“Shit . . .” My pussy throbbed from the thoughts of James.
I ignored the pulse between my legs and continued to wash my body.
I got in every nook and cranny before I rinsed, repeated, and stepped out.
I wrapped the large plush towel around my body.
It only took a few steps for me to be in the bedroom.
Most nights I slept naked, so while I sat on the edge of the bed, I picked up my phone and opened a text thread with my girls.
ME:
y’all made it home safely?
TAVA:
Yep. Just got out of the shower. Thinking about pulling out old faithful.
LYNAE:
Lmaooooo! Girl same. Idk what was in that liquor, but I got this man pulling up on me shortly. What Jeremih say? Birthday Sex! Birthday sex!
ME:
IKTR!
TAVA:
Go a round for me, bestie.
LYNAE:
And will! I’m actually deciding what I’m gonna have on for him. Should I do silk, lace, or nothing at all?
ME:
I love a good lace.
TAVA:
SAME! Do the red lace set. Red lace unlocks a different type of woman for real.
LYNAE:
Say no more.
ME:
But while we’re all here. Somebody tell me not to call that man.
TAVA:
Girl, bye. You got his number. Let him pull up and knock the cobwebs off that lil kitty cat.
LYNAE:
Exactly. Bring fat ma out of retirement. She needs some good loving.
I laughed at their messages out loud. The sound resembled a hyena at the intensity of the holler that escaped my lips.
ME:
You know what… Hell yeah. I’ll keep y’all posted.
TAVA:
Yeah! Stella’s getting her groove back.
LYNAE:
She gon’ be hiding in that nigga bushes when he done turning her every way but loose.
I shook my head and closed the group chat. I hovered over James’s contact. Would it be too forward to text him the same night I got his number? What would I even say?
“Just do it, Brielle,” I commanded.
I tapped the contact and opened a new message thread.
ME:
Hey
As I waited, I realized it was well past three o’clock in the morning. Most people would be in bed by now. Defeat had crept up my core. I should delete the message before he sees it. My heart raced as I watched the notification switch from delivered to read.
James:
What’s up, beautiful? I was wondering when you’d hit me up.
ME:
I’m surprised you’re still up.
James:
Yeah, I usually get home an hour or so after the club closes, depending on my shift. What are you doing up this late?
ME:
It definitely is well past my bedtime, but I couldn’t get you out of my mind.
James:
Yeah? What a coincidence. I’ve been thinking about you all night too.
My bead throbbed between the folds. She needed to be soothed by a six feet and some change dread head. My thumbs hovered over the keyboard. I didn’t want to scare him away with my horniness, but I definitely needed him to take the edge off.
ME:
Well don’t tell me things like that because I’ll tell you to pull up and show me a thing or two.
James:
Lol, and like I told you at the club I’m a man who can show you better than I can tell you. However, I saw you and your friends knocking back those drinks…
ME:
What does me having a couple drinks have to do with you folding me like a lawn chair?
James:
I want you to be sober when I fuck you for the first time. I need you to feel this dick with all your senses unimpaired. You gotta be sober enough to consent to everything I’ve got planned for you.
I kicked my feet and squealed as I read his message. I could tell from our first conversation he was the type of man to talk me through it. Now to know he was meticulous in how he fucked . . . yeah, I needed that expeditiously.
ME:
Okay. That’s cute and all… but now I’m finna block you.
James:
For what?
ME:
Getting me all hot and bothered and you know you’re not going to pull up. I think you should either apologize or do something about it.
He read the message. The three typing dots appeared and disappeared several times. Then the screen lit up with his name. My heart nearly fell to my ass. Was he about to talk me through it? I hope so. The phone continued to vibrate in my hands until I finally swiped the screen to answer the call.
“H-hello?” I stuttered out.
“Don’t be all shy now, beautiful.” His voice was laced with arousal and amusement—a sound I’d love to hear for the rest of my life.
“I’m not being shy. I’m just a little nervous, is all.”
“What are you nervous about?” His voice was gentle and deep. Every word he spoke made my heart race and my pussy throb. James was a dangerous man—a dangerous man who could fold me up and make me cum.
“I don’t know. You’ve got this sexy ass voice in my ear and I’m liable to combust if you talk to me long enough.”
“Good. Do you want to have a little fun?” he asked.
“It depends on what you classify as fun.”
He laughed deep from his gut. “All you’ve got to do is follow my directions. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good. What do you have on?” he asked.
“Nothing but the towel I used after I got out the shower.”
“Lay the towel across the bed and get in position. You know exactly what position I want you in.”
“O-okay.” I tapped the speaker icon and placed the phone on top of the pillow before I stood up and did as I was instructed to do. I lay the plush towel across the bed, hit the big light, and switched on the bedside lamp. I lay on my back and released a shaky breath.
“Done.”
“Put your phone on your shoulder. I need you to hear me clearly in your ear, okay?”
“O-okay.”
I reached over and picked up the device and placed it on my shoulder.
“I want you to tell me what turns you on.”
“I don’t know?—”
“Yes, you do. You know exactly what drives you crazy. Tell me two things that gets your juices flowing.”
“I like when my neck is sucked on. I like when my man’s body is pressed against mine while he’s sucking and nibbling on my skin. I like when I’m kissed from my neck down to my pussy,” I explained in a low tone.
“What makes that pussy cum? Filling her up or rubbing her?” he asked.
I giggled. “I’ve never been asked that before. Honestly, I’ve never been the type of girl to enjoy putting fingers or dildos in myself. I don’t mind my partner doing it though.”
“Good to know. How do you plan to get that nut for me, baby? Are you going to rub your clit or grab one of your toys? I know you got a rose toy, yeah?”
“How do you want me to please myself, sir?” I asked in return.
He inhaled a deep breath before he released it slowly. “You gon’ drive me crazy. I can tell already. I want you to rub your clit real slow for me. I want you to tell me which fingers you choose to circle that throbbing clit.”
“Mmm. I . . . I’m using my middle and ring fingers to rub my clit . . . real slow.”
“Good. I want you to spread your legs and let those juices flow from your pussy. I want to hear your cum squirting from that pretty mothafucka.”
My legs shook as I increased the pace of my rubs.
“Did I tell you to speed up?” he asked in a voice that almost mimicked a growl.
My pussy jumped with excitement. “Well, no, but I’m close.”
“I don’t care. Slow down. Let that nut build until you naturally go over the edge. Don’t speed up that orgasm. It’ll be more intense if you wait it out.”
“But I need to nut now, baby,” I whined.
“Naw, I don’t wanna hear none of that. Rub that clit slow and let that cum build in your core. I want you quaking and quivering before you release.”
“J-James.”
“I hear you, baby. I love the way you sound as you near your climax.”
It was so intriguing to listen to James, hood in appearance, speak so nasty. It was like I was listening to one of my favorite BriAnn Danae audiobooks in real life. My body quaked as the pleasure built in my core. My lips parted as my back slowly arched.
“I’m close . . .”
“Let me hear your climax, beautiful. Let me hear how good that nut sounds coming out of that juicy ass pussy.”
“Oh, James!” I cried out as my body released one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. A thin layer of sweat coated my body as my juices sprayed all over the towel I’d put down.
“Was that better than an apology?” he asked cheekily.
“Boy, fuck you.”
“In due time, my love. Clean yourself up and get some sleep.”
“Mmmkay.” I yawned as I lazily grabbed an end of the towel to clean myself up. One minute we were talking and the next, I was out.
When my eyes opened the next morning, I was confused and disoriented. My body was spent and dried up slobber presented itself on the side of my mouth. I chuckled as I picked up my phone and noticed the device was dead. I shook my head as memories of the night before replayed in my mind.
James.
That man . . .
If he had the power to talk me through a nut with just his sexy ass words, what would he do to me when we finally linked in real life?
The thought fueled me to get up and send him a text.
I sat up and reached onto the bedside table to plug in my phone onto the charger.
Within a few moments, my notifications were going crazy.
Everyone was worried about me. My heart skipped with love.
I opened the text thread from my girls first.
TAVA:
I know your location ain’t disappear. Let me find out you really are hiding in that man bushes.
LYNAE:
As she should. I hope he gives her a good meal and some more dick this morning.
ME:
Good morning, babes. For y’all information, I didn’t get any dick last night. I fell asleep on the phone with him though.
LYNAE:
Not you having a teenage love story. How cute.
TAVA:
Awww. She in her soft girl era. A bitch like me would’ve been on some ho tales type shit.
LYNAE:
Because EYE sure was. Turned every way but loose and woke me up to some head and pancakes.
ME:
You’re living the life.
LYNAE:
Type shit. Type shit.
Lynae swore she was a young nigga. Tava and Lynae were definitely young and turnt. Whenever we linked, it was always a good and carefree time. They weren’t my serious friends, Jana was, but they filled a void I needed to be occupied.
After a couple more texts from them, I scrolled through more notifications. I replied to my assistant and a few family members before I opened the notification I’d ignored long enough.
James:
Good morning, beautiful. I hope you had a good night’s rest. When you wake up, enjoy breakfast in bed on me.
*James sent $50 for food*
I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. I hearted both messages before I thought of a reply that sufficed.
ME:
Good morning, James. Thank you for the money. You didn’t have to send me anything.
James:
I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I take care of all the women in my life. You’ll learn soon enough.
ME:
Yeah? How many women are in your life? You into polygamy?
James:
LOL what DMX say? There’s Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felicia…
ME:
Okay. You got jokes.
James:
Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia.
ME:
I’m finna block you.
James:
Marina, Selena, Katrina, Sabrina, about three Kims.
ME:
BLOCKED.
James:
I’m joking. In all honesty, it’s just my mama, sister, and niece. I take care of them because my pops and grandfather made sure I was raised to do it. You’re getting added to the list because I want you to be mine. I want you to be another woman in my life I don’t play about.
His message left me speechless. I read it, reread it, and read it again.
Things moved fast, but one night of phone sex couldn’t have been all it took to get added to the list of important women.
Either he was playing games, thought I was stupid, or— or he actually wants to build a connection with me.
James:
I hope I didn’t scare you away.
ME:
No. I’m still here… just processing your message. I’m a bit taken aback by the fact you want to add me to such an important list of women… so soon.
James:
From the moment I saw you at the block party, I felt drawn to you. Not to be on no simp shit, but us connecting again after all those months had to be a sign from God not to let you slip away a second time. Ya know?
ME:
You know all the right things to say.
James:
Shit, I’m just speaking my truths. I don’t want to let another moment go to waste without seeing what could come from us testing the waters.
I hearted his message. The conversation had taken an unexpected, yet thrilling, turn. I had never been so enamored by a man in this way. I’ve had boyfriends, flings, and friends with benefits, but none of them compared to James.
ME:
You’re taking me really fast, but I’ll enjoy the ride.