Chapter 1 #2
I was finally home from the shop, with my wine sitting on the table while I listened to Nia drag her co-worker for the fifth time this week. She swore up and down the girl had it out for her, but I knew half the problem was Nia’s mouth.
“Zo, I’m telling you, if that bitch rolls her eyes at me one more time, I’m gon’ snatch ‘em right out her head.”
I laughed, shaking mine even though she couldn’t see me. “You not gon’ do shit but keep showing up to work, and ignoring that ho.”
“You’re always taking somebody else’s side.”
“I’m just being real. If you put your hands on that girl, it’s your ass that’s gon’ be unemployed, not hers.”
Before she could say something smart, there was a knock at my door, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Who’s that?” Nia’s nosy ass asked.
“My business.” I stood up, smoothing my hands down my leggings. “I’ll call you back.”
“Ooh, bitch. You throwing me away for some dick?”
“Bye, Nia.” I hung up before she could dig deeper.
The knock came again, steady this time, and I already knew who it was. Justin wasn’t my man, not even close, but he knew why he was here and so did I. No questions, no strings—just what I needed to end my night the way I wanted.
When I opened the door, Justin was standing there with a soft smile, holding a bag in one hand.
“Hey,” he said, lifting it a little. “I grabbed us some takeout. Figured you probably didn’t want to cook after being at the shop all day.”
That pulled a small laugh out of me before I could stop it. “You really trying to make this more than what it is.”
“Nah, not really. I just figured you could use some food.” He shrugged, still smiling as I stepped aside to let him in.
I closed the door and followed him toward the living room. “You’re always doing the most, though, when it’s unnecessary.”
“And you’re always pretending like you’on appreciate it,” he teased, setting the bag down on the coffee table.
“You want a plate, or you eating out the container?” I asked.
“Whatever makes less work for you.” He grinned.
We picked at the food more than we ate it, holding slight conversations between bites. Justin had me cracking up about some fool at his job who swore he was allergic to work but still begged for overtime.
“You really work with some clowns,” I said, shaking my head.
“That’s their shit. That ain’t got shit to do with me,” he replied, leaning back.
Leaning forward, I placed the half empty carton on the coffee table before licking sauce off my thumb. My eyes locked with Justin’s, and his eyes stayed on my mouth longer than they should’ve, and I felt the heat crawl up my spine. “You done staring, or you gon’ do what you came here to do?”
That was all it took. He pulled me across his lap like I weighed nothing, crashing his lips against mine. His hands were already on my ass, squeezing through the fabric of my shorts, grinding me down against the thick print straining in his sweats.
“Mmm, you missed this pussy, huh?” I whispered against his lips, rolling my hips until he groaned.
“Hell yeah, I missed it,” he growled back, teeth grazing my bottom lip before he sucked it. “You know I think about this shit every damn day.”
I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “Then stop thinking and get it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. My shorts were peeled off in seconds, and my panties were shoved to the side before he had my back pressed against the couch and his mouth was on me. He was working tongue his like he was starving, sucking and licking until my thighs shook around his head.
“Fuck, Justin… don’t stop,” I moaned, tugging at his hair, riding his face shamelessly. “Just like that. You better not stop.” I huffed.
He groaned against me, tongue pressing harder, and the vibrations shot through my entire body.
When I looked down, his eyes were locked on mine, dark and hungry, like he wanted to swallow me whole.
He pulled back just enough to drag his lips across my soaked center and muttered, “Come on, Zo… let that shit go for me.”
“Shit,” I moaned, as the orgasm ripped through me, sharp and intense, leaving my thighs trembling around his head.
“Justin—” My voice broke into a moan as the orgasm ripped through me, thighs shaking around his head while my nails clawed at his scalp.
He didn’t stop, tongue dragging slow circles like he planned to keep me there until I couldn’t breathe.
My body jerked, overstimulated, and I finally pushed at his shoulders.
He pulled back, lips glistening. “I could eat this pussy all night.”
I sat up on my elbows, breath uneven, as I eyed him. “That’s good to know, but right now I need your dick.”
Without saying another word, he leaned back against the cushions, tugging his shirt off in one motion while I slid onto his lap.
My hands ran down his chest, causing him to groan, before I shoved his sweats down.
He was hard and heavy in my hand, thick enough to make my mouth water, but didn’t have time for all that.
He dug inside his wallet and pulled out a condom before he tore it open and rolled it on quickly. I didn’t waste any time as I sank down, stretching around him until I bottomed out with a shiver.
“Fuck,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders, my head tipping back.
“Shit, Zo,” he groaned, hands locked on my hips. “You always so fuckin’ tight… shit feels too damn good.”
I started rocking my hips in slow circles before grinding down harder, pulling moans out the both of us. His head dropped back against the couch, eyes dragging down my body like he wanted to memorize every inch.
“You like watching me take it, don’t you?” I teased, bouncing on him harder, my ass smacking against his thighs with every stroke.
“You already know,” he gritted, nails digging into my skin as he met my rhythm as he thrust his hips upward.
I leaned forward, my breasts pressing into his chest, biting at his jaw before I whispered against his ear, “Fuck… this dick is so good.”
His groan was low and ragged. “Get this shit then.” He slapped my ass motivating me to continue.
I moved faster, chasing the pressure building low in my stomach, riding him until my body was trembling all over again. My moans spilled into his mouth when he kissed me rough, his tongue tangling with mine.
“Justin… fuck…I’m cumming,” I gasped, grinding down hard as the orgasm ripped through me.
My body shook around him, every nerve lit up, and he grabbed my waist, thrusting up into me until his own release hit.
His groan rumbled against my chest, rough and guttural as his body jerked beneath mine as he released everything he had into the condom.
I slumped forward, both of us breathing heavy, sweat slick between us and the air thick with sex.
For a second, it felt too easy to stay there, but that wasn’t what this was.
I pushed off his chest, climbing off his lap and reaching for my wine on the table like nothing just happened.
“You know where the bathroom is,” I said flatly, sipping from my glass.
He chuckled, still catching his breath. “Damn, can I at least catch my breath first.”
“Don’t act brand new,” I shot back, not bothering to look at him. “You knew what this was when you showed up.”
He stood, grabbing his clothes, shaking his head in the process. “You gon’ stop treating me like a dick for hire,” he countered.
I smirked into my glass, finally glancing his way. “For that to be the case, I would have to pay you. I’ain paying for nobody’s dick unless it’s plastic.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he let himself out. Once the door clicked shut, the silence wrapped around me, thick and heavy. I drained the rest of my wine, grabbed my shorts, and padded upstairs so that I could wash tonight’s escapade off of me and take my ass to bed.
The hot water hit my skin as steam fogged up the glass, and for the first time all night, I let myself breathe.
My body was loose, spent, but my mind refused to follow.
I leaned against the tile, water sliding down my body, thinking about how easy it was to use Justin for what I needed—nothing more, nothing less.
Even with the release, there was that familiar emptiness sitting heavy in my chest, the one I never liked to admit was there.
Malik had taught me what it felt like to give until there was nothing left, and I refused to let anybody take me back to that place again.
That’s why men like Justin stayed in a box—close enough for my body, but never close enough for my heart.
Keeping it simple was safer. Keeping it cold was easier. Letting somebody in… that was a risk I wasn’t ready to take.