7. Can You Handle It? #2
I sighed, envisioning myself walking into my own building with the many bottles of my products lined on the walls.
“It’s a dream that I would love to obtain one day, but I don’t want to uproot Zion again.
He loves Harvest Hills and Sweet Pea Academy, and his stability comes before my own ambitions.
I could be in Napa making boatloads of money, but how selfish would that be? ”
Vayce looked at me for a few seconds trying to find the words. “I think it’ll only be selfish if it’s abrupt. You don’t have to move to do what you want. That shit can be done right here in this box that y’all call a town,” I smiled, flipping him off. “You ever seen a mustard seed?”
I shook my head. “In pictures, not in real life.”
He looked upside my head in disbelief, and it made me chuckle. “As much as you be in the garden with no shoes on, you have never seen one?”
“Shut up! I work better barefoot. But seriously, I haven’t.”
Vayce hung a record back on the wall. “Well, it’s small, but that’s all the faith you need.
A nigga ain’t telling you what to do, but how long are you going to put yourself in a box, J?
The more time that passes, the more you allow your greatness to go to waste.
Think about that. I meant what I said too, if there’s any way I can help, tell me. Please.”
The sincerity in his tone warmed my insides. “I will. I promise.”
Thirty minutes passed and we were on our second glass. Vayce shared with me that he’d been collecting records for three years. One turned into twenty and now it’s a hobby. A few of them were even signed by the artist. The Confessions album by Usher was currently spinning.
Vayce increased the volume then sat on the floor in front of me. “You’ve never been to a vinyl shop?”
I shook my head rapidly. I was talking shit about him, but I was feeling everything, even the heaviness of my own eyes. “No. It’s on my bucket list though.”
Vayce stared at me for a minute then nodded. I looked down at the tattoo art trailing down his arms. On his upper arm was a portrait of a woman. From her features, she looked identical to him. I guess he caught my eyes because he rubbed it then angled his arm so I could see it clearer.
“That’s V when she graduated from Indigo Falls University. One of the best days of my life.”
I smiled. They were siblings but I believed a part of him saw her as his child since he practically raised her. “She’s beautiful. I see why she calls you a gremlin.”
Vayce’s head dropped back as he laughed. “That mutha’fucka aight. I hope y’all vibe in person. I can see y’all friendship being something good, against my wishes.”
“Against your wishes?” I chuckled. He nodded with a smile. “No, but me too. Jade is my only friend.”
A question that lingered in my brain surfaced. I wanted to ask but I didn’t want to be annoying. I didn’t know my leg started bouncing until he reached out, forcing me to stop.
“No running. Speak your mind, mama.”
“I just feel like I ask you so many damn questions,” I snickered.
“And I’on feel like you ask me enough, so if you ask me a million more, I’ll answer those too,” he ran his tongue along his teeth. “What’s up, J?”
I threw the rest of my wine back like a shot. “Whe—when I sent you that picture, you responded and said I was missing a color. What were you talking about and what was the color?”
Something shifted in his eyes, and he chuckled lowly. “You don’t want to know that answer, J.”
My brows raised. “I do.”
“Aight,” he sipped from his glass. A devious grin settled against his thick lips.
His gaze was so intense that I shifted on the couch.
He was staring like a leopard stalking its prey.
“Think of going to The Bean Loft. Caramel is the color of syrup and the closest to your complexion.” I nodded watching his eyes move to my exposed thighs.
“Before you add all the extra shit, coffee is black. That was the color of your lingerie. I like a lot of shit as is, but freshly ground coffee and caramel is better when you add two things, sugar or creamer. Sometimes both. Now, you tell me the color you were missing.”
“White,” I spoke just above a whisper, still not fully understanding.
My eyes drifted off trying to solve his riddle and it didn’t take long for the revelation to hit me like the wind.
I couldn’t say anything, but I could feel my wetness seep from my hole onto the lace.
My pussy clenched a few times, and Vayce was still sitting there cool as hell finishing off his wine like he didn’t just tell me my skin was missing his nut.
“C’mere,” he took my glass from my hand and set it on the dresser.
Not giving me enough time to move, Vayce lifted me and sat me in front of him, pressing the side of my waist until my back was pressed against his chest. I relaxed into his frame and when my eyes opened, I saw that we were sitting directly in front of the full-length mirror.
Vayce kissed my right shoulder. Our eyes met through the reflection and that’s when I noticed his were now dark, but full of fucking desire.
He placed his right leg on top of mine and spread it open.
My chest heaved feeling his full lips behind my earlobe then on it.
He locked our fingers together and let his thumb trace circles on the inside of my palms. Vayce’s touch was simple but was more than enough to send chills through my body.
“Do you know your erogenous zones?”
I frowned, looking at him through the mirror. “My what, nigga?”
“You funny as fuck, J.” Vayce laughed, placing another kiss on my shoulder.
“Your erogenous zones are parts of your body that are sensitive to touch or stimulation. Women have seven. Remember how you reacted when I rubbed that spot on your foot.” I nodded, feeling his index and thumb trace the ends of each of my fingertips.
I was biting back a moan because it felt so good.
The music in the background felt like a paid participant.
Could I handle it? If I couldn’t, I would, especially with how my thong was growing wetter by the second.
“The bottom of your feet is one. Your ears are two. Your fingertips are three. Do you know where the rest are?”
“No,” I whimpered, closing my eyes as his tongue licked my ear.
Vayce reached up and tilted my chin for our eyes to meet through the reflection again. His lips hovered over the shell of my ear; his tone laced in the most panty wetting voice. “Then, lemme teach you, mama.”
“Vayce,” I whispered as his kisses moved down my neck.
His mouth opened and his thick tongue flicked the center of my neck until he reached my spot.
I whimpered when he locked in, licking and sucking it.
I grabbed the side of his face, stroking his beard and cheek as he bit down into my flesh.
I moaned at the sensation and the feeling of his hard dick pressed at the top of my ass.
Feeling the fire he left behind my skin opened my eyes to the fact that it had been close to nine months since I felt a touch against my skin that wasn’t my own.
“That feels…so good.”
“Can you handle it?” He mumbled with the song.
A moan was my response. Vayce released my hands and moved to my inner thighs.
His caresses started slow, teasing almost. My legs were spread but since my shirt was oversized, you could only see where his hands were.
They traveled higher, making me whimper.
He massaged my inner thighs deeply, never missing an opportunity to kiss my shoulder.
Every pass of his hand made my pulse stumble and his touch felt like he was taking possession of me.
I felt beautiful and filthy all at once and I knew this was the only time I wanted to ever be weak for a man again.
“I’on think you know how sensitive you are here,” he squeezed my skin. “Or how beautiful you look watching me watch you.”
“Mmm. You gonna make me cum already.”
“That’s fine too, mama. Just keep your eyes on me,” he ordered softly, moving his hands higher.
“Your thighs are number four. It’s also another spot I’ll always tend to.
There’s pressure here and you’re trembling.
I believe that means your body wants me deeper, Miss J,” he kissed my neck, making me hiss.
“I can’t wait to put my lips here,” his hands continued until they met at the end of my lace. “And here.”
I got too excited because he pulled away and sat me up for a minute.
Vayce never took his eyes off me as he lifted my shirt over my head and set it aside.
The cool air seemed to make my nipples double in size.
I didn’t feel exposed because I was naked, but because his eyes were like lasers, boring into my skin.
My breasts didn’t sit as high as they did back in the day, especially without a bra.
I’d grown comfortable with Solomon because he saw them change as I fed our son daily, but I wasn’t sure how Vayce would take it.
I could see the hunger in his eyes, but it didn’t take away my personal feelings.
As he pulled me back onto his chest, my arm went across my own. His head dipped a little and as his hands traveled up my waist to my nipples, he lightly pushed mine away.
“These are number five, baby,” he palmed them both and lightly massaged them.
“Oh,” I whined.
“There’s nothing you have to hide from me.
A lil’ sag makes you a real woman. They don’t have to be perfect.
You bore life, J. And if you decide to do it again in our future, I’ll love them a hundred times more even if they hang to the fucking floor,” he whispered like he was speaking directly to my thoughts.
My eyes watered from the pleasure of him kneading them and his seemingly poetic words.
“Tell me all your insecurities so I can help reverse them.
These titties are so beautiful, J. If a nigga need to suck ‘em every day to prove it, say the word.”
“You’re too sweet.” I blinked my tears away. “And don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Vayce chuckled lowly as he rolled both nipples between his fingers pulling a cry from my throat. Most men didn’t appreciate nipple play enough, but it was my favorite. When it was done right, you could cum from that pleasure alone.
“Oh my gosh,” I moaned.
I laid back on his chest and he latched on my neck.
My pussy leaked through my panties and onto the floor as proof of how this man had me unraveling.
Vayce knew it and the lazy grin on his face only made me wetter.
He licked the pad of his thumbs then brought them back to my nipples, flicking and massaging them.
“Tell me how you feel, baby.”
“Shiiittt!” I dragged arching into his touch. “I feel like…you touching my soul and my body,” I whined.
“That’s the point,” his left hand traveled up and wrapped around my throat.
“It’s clear that you’ve been fucked before.
Shit, that nigga might’ve even made love to you here or there, but you ever been catered to, J?
Hmm? Have you ever been spread out and had your pussy touched, massaged, or sucked on until you can’t breathe? ”
Before now, my answer would’ve been yes, but as I watched us in this mirror, I realized I’d never been in a position like this. The mirror and Vayce were showing me a side of myself I didn’t know existed.
“No,” I answered breathlessly.
“I can tell,” he tipped my head back, wrapping his tongue around mine. We both moaned into the kiss while his other hand went where I’d been begging him to go. His thick fingers traced my clit through the fabric.
“Oh my gosh. Please,” I gasped against his lips.
He kissed me again before tilting my head back up. Through the reflection, I watched him grip the side of my thong and slowly pull it aside.
“Fuck, Miss J,” he growled. “I knew the pictures wouldn’t do you any justice.” He kissed my neck again and slowly ran two fingers up my slit then pressed down on my clit. “And it’s so fucking wet. Look at you. Look at that pussy. This one is my favorite.”
I took it a step further and reached down to spread my lips apart. “I can’t believe how wet you got me.”
Vayce groaned. “Put your legs up. I wanna see all of you.” I placed my feet flat on the floor and brought my knees into a butterfly position and sank down a little bit. This position gave him just what he wanted.
“Is that better?”
“That’s perfect, mama,” Vayce circled my clit. I frowned at how amazing the pressure already felt and squirmed under his touch. “So fucking pretty J.”
His fingers spread me open, and he groaned in the back of his throat.
Vayce rubbed my clit in small circles, then dragged down to dip into my wetness before sliding back up again.
The stickiness of my essence now covered his hand and my inner thighs.
My stomach clenched tighter. His rubs weren’t hurried.
He kept the same pace, allowing my orgasm to build.
“Ooo. Just like that,” I leaned forward watching his fingers playing with my pussy. Between the determination on his face, how his jaw flexed each time I gasped, and the splashing sounds between us, I was on the verge of losing my shit. I was fighting hard to keep my eyes open. “Unnhh!”
“Uh-huh,” his tongue was back on my ear. “It’s yours, but when I’m around you, this shit is mine. Remember that.”
“Vayce,” I moaned, grabbing his wrist.
“I got you,” his beard tickled my neck as he continued slowly stroking my nipples and pussy.
Shit, he had me reconsidering if I knew how to rub myself correctly.
“I’m so proud of you, baby. You know that?
Didn’t I tell you that the job was yours?
I knew you could do it. Hmm. You deserve to have this pussy admired. Such a beautiful fucking girl.”
My stomach and pussy quivered. I closed my eyes as my insides formed into knots and whined my hips into his hand. “Oh, Vayce. Please don’t stop.”
“That’s the last thing on my list,” he bit into the flesh of my neck. “I want you to show yourself how good this pussy looks when it cums for me, J. Can you do that, mama?”
“Ye—yes.”
“Yes? Then open your eyes, baby,” he coached. My eyes fluttered open and ours locked for a final time in the mirror. “That’s it, mama. Good girl. Now, cum for me.”
My body answered and my orgasm ripped through me. I could hear my juices spilling from my pussy as it dripped onto the floor. Vayce held me in place, sitting me up a little so I could look at myself.
“Oh fuck!” I cried. “Ahhh!”
Our reflection was blurry through my tears. I had nothing left in me but a nap. I collapsed against his chest, accepting his kisses.
“This shit was beautiful. The nastiest, most beautiful thing I ever seen,” Vayce whispered. “You have one more out of the seven that I will tend to another day. Come shower with me so we can go to bed.”
And that was the last thing I remember before I went cross-eyed.