Chapter 2 #2
A couple of women walked by, throwing flirty glances in my direction.
They were cute. Some of them I may have fucked already, but none of them caught my eye like Lafayette.
I wasn’t in the mood for anything less than her.
The bartender sauntered by, and I slid a tip her way.
Then I slowly headed for the exit. I needed to shower and grab a few things before heading to her room.
“Tighten up, nigga,” I muttered to myself before stepping off the elevator.
I smoothed out my t-shirt and gripped the wine I had picked up from the hotel’s convenience store.
It had been years since I’d been this nervous about pulling up on a woman.
I usually fucked women without a care in the world, but this felt different.
This felt like the last time I would ever pull up on a random woman again.
I had a deep connection to her that was more than just sex.
I hoped my little wager didn’t make her think that was all I wanted from her.
I wanted to know everything there was to know about the woman with the infectious smile and unrivaled knowledge of sports.
The stories my father used to tell me about meeting my mother on campus and knowing immediately he was going to marry her kept playing repeatedly in my mind with every step I took down the long hallway.
I never believed that it was possible. I used to think the old man was exaggerating, but the closer I got to Lafayette’s door, the more I was starting to get it how someone could meet a woman and spend the next twenty-five years with her.
I stared at the room numbers, counting them down as I moved along.
“7796, 7794… 7792.”
I was here. I could still smell the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the hallway, enticing my senses.
Taking a deep breath, I tapped lightly on the door, looking around to see if anyone was watching.
The hallway was empty. Nearly everyone staying here was at the party.
The door slowly creaked open, revealing the most beautiful woman I’d seen wrapped in a towel.
She was fresh out of the shower, and her hair was pulled up in a bun.
She stared at me. Her eyes were low with lust and need.
“I brought wi—” I started, but she pulled me inside before I could finish my sentence.
“Come on before someone sees you.” She shut the door behind me.
“Hey, Lafayette. I brought wine.”
I held up the bottle awkwardly. Losing all my cool, I wasn’t expecting her to be damn near naked and waiting. I thought for sure we’d have small talk and ease into the sex.
“Faye,” she stated. “Everyone calls me Faye for short, and thank you.”
She took the bottle and walked toward the counter.
She grabbed two glasses before opening the bottle and pouring us a drink.
I watched her move around. The towel barely concealed her assets.
Water still glistened on her skin. She looked like a freshly picked peach and I couldn’t wait to bite into her.
“Is this your first time in Hollywood?” I asked her, finding a seat on a nearby couch.
“No. I came here after college. I was going to dive headfirst into sports journalism and land me a big job. After more no’s than I could count, I hightailed my ass back home.”
She made her way over to me, surprising me by taking a seat on my lap.
“Look at you now. Back with all expenses paid. Presenting at the EPIC Awards! Does it feel good?”
“It feels great actually.”
There was that smile I couldn’t get enough of.
“I never in a million years thought I would actually make it here. The podcast was my last ditch effort at making this thing work.”
“Well, you did it! How about a toast?” I took one glass from her hand and clanked it against hers. “A toast to finally catching up to our dreams.”
“To finally catching up to our dreams,” she repeated before lifting the glass to her lips.
I watched as she guzzled down her drink and I did the same. I guess we were both nervous.
“What about you? You sneak up in every sports journalist’s room when you’re in Hollywood?” she asked playfully.
“Nah. I’ve only been waiting for this one reporter.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” I grabbed her chin and brought her lips to mine while removing the glass from her hand and setting it on a nearby table. “Was kissing you a part of the wager?”
I stared into her beautiful brown eyes.
“You tell me. You made the offer.”
“I did,” I replied, grabbing her chin again and holding her gaze on me. “But you’re calling the plays.”
Her breathing hitched, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
“So, I ask you again… Is kissing you a part of the wager?”
“You can kiss me,” she permitted before closing the tiny space between us and pressing her lips onto mine.
Her sweet tongue wiggled its way into my mouth, and I devoured it with mine. I didn’t kiss women often. That was too much like being in love, but I was hungry for Faye. If this was all she wanted to do tonight, I was with it.
Suddenly, she pulled back from my lips and climbed off my lap, leaving me sitting there wanting more of her. She smiled sweetly before dropping the towel, exposing her naked body.
“Damn, you’re even more beautiful like this.” I attempted to stand, but she placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back down.
“You said I was calling the plays.” She stepped between my legs. “Take all this shit off.”
I smirked. “Oh, I can stand now?” I teased her.
I liked her boss ass energy. It was cute, and it was going to make it a lot sweeter when that pussy submitted to me later.
“Um… yeah… stand up.”
I stood from the couch, keeping my eyes on her as I undressed.
She was standing there watching me with her naked body on full display.
Her confidence standing here with all the lights on and all her imperfections had me damn near ready to drop to one knee.
I didn’t get my pants off good before she was pushing me back down and straddling my lap.
Her hips were already rolling into action.
“Wait.” I tried to steady her body. “You don’t want to talk first?”
Nigga, what? I didn’t know where that shit had even come from. Of course, she didn’t want to talk. We were sitting here butt ass naked.
“Nope.” She shook her head as she reached on the end table and grabbed a condom. “Here.”
She snaked her hand in my pants and fished my hard ass dick out. I was at a loss for words as she opened the condom and slid it down my dick.
“This doesn’t have to be all about sex. We can get to know each other.”
Again, nigga, what? Lafayette had me tripping hard, but I just wanted to establish that she meant more to me than just that.
“Not necessary. I won the bet, and I want to collect.”
She grabbed ahold of my dick and inserted it into her wet center. A breathy moan escaped both of our lips as her pussy stretched to let me in.
“Shit!”
“This is just sex, Jax. No strings,” she whispered as she slid up and down on my dick.
Her pussy gripped me like a pair of wire pliers. As good as her pussy was gripping me, she was delusional if she thought there weren’t any strings forming between us. Shit, the strings had formed the first day she said my name on her show.
“Nah, shawty. This is more than just sex. You’re mine.”