Roemy
By the time Shamari and I got back to the room, my feet were killing me from those heels. My head was slightly spinning from everything that had happened at the mixer, including Case. I kicked off my shoes the second we walked through the door and Shamari flopped down on the bed with a huge grin.
“Girl, tonight was everything,” she said, stretching out like a cat. “I got three numbers and did you see that one author lady rubbing my arm? Fine ass. Mmm! I might need to see what the other side is like!”
I laughed and set my clutch down on the dresser. “You’re a hot ass mess, you know that? If I didn’t pull you away, you’d be in her bed right now.”
“Tryna tell you! But I am gonna see what’s up with the other dude I met.”
“Who, Shamari?”
“His name is Terrence. He writes urban romance, and girl, he’s got the prettiest smile I done ever seen! We talked for a while and he asked me if I wanted to grab a drink with him tonight. Like right now.”
“Right now? Girl, it’s midnight.”
“So? The hotel bar is open until two. Plus, I told you I’m tryna have fun this weekend while you work.” She sat up and looked at me. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, go ahead. Have fun.”
“You sure? Because I can stay if…”
“I’m good. I’m tired anyway. I’ll probably just shower and go to bed.”
“Okay, but if you need me, just text.”
“Alright. Now go before you keep that man waiting.”
She jumped up and grabbed her phone, checking her reflection in the mirror real quick before heading to the door. “This is the best weekend ever. I love you.”
“Love you too. Be safe.”
Shamari left and the room got quiet. I stood there for a second, just breathing. The energy from the night was still buzzing under my skin, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.
I walked over to the window and looked out at the city. The lights were still bright and the streets still busy even this late. I thought about Case and the way he looked at me all night. The way he’d talked to me. The way he’d made me feel seen in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
I pulled out my phone and opened my social media app. I scrolled through my notifications, liked a few comments on my last post, and then I found myself typing his name into the search bar. Case’s profile came up and I clicked on it. The man was too damn fine.
I scrolled through his posts to see selfies of him at the gym, book covers, quotes from his novels and a few shots of him at events.
There was one from earlier today at the mixer.
He was standing with a group of people, smiling and looking relaxed.
I stared at it longer than I should have before closing the app and tossing my phone on the bed. I needed to get out of my head.
I headed to the bathroom to shower and the second the hot water hit my skin, my eyes closed.
I let it wash away the tension in my shoulders as I replayed the way Case had looked at me when he said he wanted to know the real me.
The way his voice had sounded when he told me I deserved more than what I was settling for.
He was right. I knew he was right. But knowing it and doing something about it were two different things.
I finished washing up, dried off, and oiled my skin before slipping into a tank top and shorts.
I put my curly hair into a pineapple on top of my head and put a bonnet on, and then climbed into bed.
I didn’t feel like watching TV, so I grabbed my phone again just as a notification popped up on my screen with a DM.
My heart jumped. I stared at the notification for a second, my thumb hovering over it.
Part of me wanted to ignore it and pretend I didn’t see it.
But the other part of me, the part that had been awake and alive in the ballroom, wanted to know what he had to say.
I opened the message with my shaky hands. It was short and direct.
I read it twice. My pulse kicked up, and I felt heat spread through my chest. I should’ve closed the app, put my phone down and gone to sleep. But I didn’t. I typed out a response, deleted it, then typed another and deleted that too. And then I said fuck it and finally write him back.
I hit send before I could change my mind and his reply came almost immediately.
I bit my lip and felt my thighs press together. This man was bold as hell and I was here for it. The conversation flowed after that.
As I waited for Case’s response, my heart was pounding now and I could feel the heat building between my legs. Finally, Case replied.
Oh my God.
I squeezed my thighs together again and my hand moved without thinking. I slid it down my stomach, under the waistband of my shorts. My fingers quickly found my clit, and I rubbed it slowly, feeling how wet I already was. I had to type with one hand.
I didn’t respond right away. I just kept touching myself, my fingers moving in slow circles over my clit.
My breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every second.
After a few minutes, I finally managed to write him back, asking him to tell me what he would do to me. Of course, Case’s reply was instant.
I moaned softly, my fingers moving faster now. I slipped one inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly at first and then faster. I was so wet I could hear it and my pussy was clenching around my fingers like it was begging for more. With shaky hands, I told him to keep going.
I was pumping my fingers hard now, my hips moving against my hand. My other hand was gripping my phone so tight I thought I might drop it. I could feel the pressure building, that tight coil in my stomach getting tighter and tighter.
I told him I hadn’t, barely able to focus. He hit me with:
That did it. My body tensed, my back arched off the bed, and I came hard. My pussy clenched around my fingers and I felt myself cream all over my hand. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, my whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through me.
I lay there for a second, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding, my skin was hot, and my fingers were a mess. I pulled them out slowly and stared at the wetness coating them. Another message from Case came through:
I froze. How the hell did he know?
I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at the screen, my chest rising and falling, my pussy still throbbing. My eyes started to feel heavy as I lay there.
And then my phone vibrated in my hand, making my eyes flutter open.
I locked my screen and dropped my phone on the bed.
My hands were shaking, my body was still buzzing, and I couldn’t believe what just happened.
I looked down at my fingers, still wet and sticky, and then I looked at my phone again.
Damn. This man was really trouble. Big fine trouble. Jesus, help me.