Chapter 26 #4
Meadow grabbed Zaire’s hand without saying a word and led him up the stairs to her room. She didn’t turn the lights on. She didn’t want it bright. She wanted it soft and sexy.
All she turned on was the small lamp near her dresser.
The room glowed warm around them …honey-colored walls, Magnolia’s old quilt folded at the edge of the bed, and the faint smell of vanilla lotion she used every night. The pole in the corner, loomed tall and silver, catching the lamplight like it knew it was finally about to earn its keep.
Zaire walked in behind her, sweeping the room with his eyes. He’d seen the pole before, but he never expected her to let him see her on it.
“Show out for me…earn this money.” His voice was already low, already sliding into something that made Meadow’s stomach tighten.
Meadow shook her head at him.
She walked to her nightstand, slid open the drawer, grabbed the remote, and turned on the little Bluetooth speaker, connecting her phone and clicking on her song of choice.
The guitar strings floated out…blanketing the room in a sensual vibe.
Daniel Caesar’s voice poured into every corner of that small room like lusty humidity.
Baby with me…baby with me…
Zaire’s jaw tensed. His breath came out labored. “Aight…” he mumbled, stepping closer, leaning back on her dresser. “You tryna start somethin’.”
Meadow ignored the comment. She hooked her thumbs in the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off, tossing it on the bed. She was already naked. The way his eyes traced her body had her skin heated before she even touched the pole.
He removed his wet clothes too.
His voice dipped. “Meadow…”
She put one finger up, a soft warning. “Let me do this.”
She walked to the pole with a calm she didn’t feel, placing her palm flat against the cool metal. Her heart pounded, but not from fear…from power…from want…from the way Zaire watched her like she was the whole sky.
The music curled through the room again.
Baby with me… stay with me…
Meadow slid her hand higher on the pole, arching just enough to let her hips follow. She didn’t do anything wild at first, just a slow grind, a slow sway, letting her thighs loosen, letting her body remember what it liked.
Zaire exhaled, finding his seat on the edge of her bed, his dick already waking up. Meadow had that kind of dick control. He got hard just from her looking at him.
She heard him moan…felt it growing…
“Damn…” he murmured, tongue pressing against his cheek. “Aight.”
Meadow wrapped her fingers around the pole, lifted lightly onto her toes, and rolled her body from shoulders to hips…slow, syrupy movements that tightened everything in her center.
Zaire pushed off the bed, not moving closer yet, but standing like he needed to get his balance. “You been hidin’ this from me, baby.”
Meadow lifted one leg, hooked it behind the pole, and turned her head toward him with the softest smirk. “Maybe…”
He dragged a hand down his face. “You gon’ make me lose my whole mind.”
She dipped low, sliding her back down the pole, thighs spreading into a slow open squat, hands gliding down her sides. Her pussy was wide open - pink insides, cream already leaking.
I don’t wanna sleep…unless you’re layin’ with me…
Meadow pushed up again, twirled around the pole like a skilled pole worker, and faced him fully now. Her chest rose and fell with something that wasn’t shyness anymore. It was ownership. “Come closer,” she beckoned.
Zaire didn’t hesitate. He walked over slowly, dick heavy, eyes locked on her like he couldn’t look anywhere else.
He stopped just inches away.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Meadow told him.
His nostrils flared, a spark of something dark, something hungry, but he obeyed. Her hands slid behind him.
“Yeah like that,” she lusted.
Zaire clenched his jaw. “You playin’ with fire right now, cuh.”
Meadow lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulders, rolling her hips against the pole behind her. Zaire’s entire body reacted. His eyes dropped to her stomach, her thighs, then snapped back up like he didn’t trust himself.
“Touch me,” he said through his teeth, “or I’m touchin’ you.”
She didn’t. Instead, she walked around him slowly, dragging two fingers across his shoulder blades as she passed behind him. He closed his eyes to soak it in. Meadow could feel the heat coming off him even before she returned to his front.
“Turn around,” she whispered.
He did. He followed her orders, turned on by this other side of her.
She put one hand on his lower back, pressed lightly, guiding him closer to the pole. Then she stepped in front of him, her back against his chest, his breath hitting the top of her shoulder.
He didn’t touch her like he’d threatened, not while she was in control.
“Lift your hands,” she gave the next command.
He raised them slowly. She guided them to the pole above her head. His palms pressed against the metal. His arms caged her in.
His voice brushed her ear. “You know what this look like, right?”
“What?”
“You lettin’ me trap you.”
She turned her face until her lips brushed his jaw. “You’re not trapping me. I’m right where I want to be.”
His entire chest rose in one slow pull of air.
She slid her hips back into his dick.
Zaire made a sound so low it shook her. “Baby…” he warned.
She did it again.
He grabbed her waist without thinking, big hands gripping, pulling her even closer, forgetting the “hands behind your back” rule she’d set.
“You’re cheating,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered into her ear. “And what you gon’ do about it?”
She turned around, their bodies brushing in the smallest, hottest ways. She hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her mouth. He looked at her like she was something he’d never get tired of staring at.
His voice dropped. “You look like my woman.”
Meadow’s stomach flipped. “Do I?”
“Yeah,” he said, grabbing her hips, “let me show you.”
She backed up until her thighs hit the bed. He followed, crowding her, kissing her passionately like he’d been trying not to touch her since the second she touched the pole.
The softness from earlier crept back in, it wasn’t rushed, or messy.
He wasn’t trying to prove anything. His hands moved along her waist, lifting her onto his lap once they sat on the edge of the bed.
He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the little spot under her jaw that always made her breath stutter.
Meadow slid her hands into his waves, tugging lightly. “I wanted you to see me,” she whispered.
“I see all of you,” he murmured against her skin. “You’re beautiful, you’re strong, and you’re fuckin’ mine.”
She shivered. “Play the song again.”
He smirked. “Say please.”
She pushed his shoulder. “Zaire…”
He leaned in and kissed her again then reached over and tapped the button on her phone.
Daniel Caesar’s voice floated back into the air like the room had been waiting for it.
Zaire laid her back on the bed gently. He hovered over her, his forehead touching hers, his lips brushing her mouth before he spoke again. “You sure you want this tonight?”
Meadow wrapped her legs around his waist and answered without a single doubt. “I want you every night.”
He closed his eyes instantly like the words hit deep within his bones.
“And baby,” her glassy eyes pierced his heart. “I’m sorry and I trust you.”
Zaire’s mouth brushed Meadow’s again, slow enough to make her toes curl. His weight settled between her legs, warm and solid, but he didn’t rush the penetration. That was the thing about him…he knew restraint, but only when he wanted to. And right now, he wanted every inch of her.
His hand slid up her thigh, gripping just hard enough to make her lustfully. breath stutter. “Open your legs, I’m trying to see this fat pussy,” he murmured, voice roughened by want.
Spreading her legs, she choked when his hand wrapped around her neck and his tongue explored her mouth. “I love you,” she affirmed.
“I know,” he kissed the side of her mouth.
She trembled, responding, “You act like you know everything.”
He leaned down, kissed her neck and her collarbone one slow inch at a time. “I know you,” he whispered into her skin. “I listen…I pay attention…I ain’t like the niggas you had before.”
She ran a hand over his head, “You are so cocky.”
“You love this shit.”
He kissed down her stomach - slow, warm, reverent, his palms spreading her thighs open. Meadow sucked in air. Zaire paused at her inner thigh, lips brushing the softest part of her. Her hips jumped.
He smirked without looking up. “Relax for me.”
“I am relaxed.”
“You’re lyin’.”
He kissed her again, higher this time, closer to where she needed him. Her fingers curled in the sheets. Daniel Caesar hummed around them, that warm voice dipping and rising like the soundtrack to two hearts trying to find each other in the dark.
Zaire lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She swallowed. “When have I ever wanted you to stop?”
He didn’t answer her.
He just lowered his head.
His tongue found her in one slow, heavy drag that made her entire body arch off the bed.
A gasp broke from her, sharp and breathless.
Zaire held her hips down with his hands, keeping her still as he licked her again with long, patient strokes that made her toes curl and her chest lift with every exhale.
“Zaire…” she whispered, already losing track of her thoughts.
He groaned low against her, the vibration hitting her so deep she almost came. His tongue circled her, teasing, learning her again like he was mapping her body for the first time. Meadow couldn’t stay still - every few seconds her hips tried to rise, but his grip kept her anchored.
“You taste like you missed me,” he moaned against her.
Her fingers clutched his head as tight as she could. “You - you don’t have to…”
“Yes I do,” he said, voice muffled by her thighs.