Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Grand.
I spent the past couple days trying to avoid the guilt of my thoughts being so consumed by Saniya that for the first time in years, my mind wasn’t overwhelmed with memories of Aleah. I was very much aware that I couldn’t live my life in the past but desiring happiness she would never have felt like betrayal.
I had no idea what to do with those feelings, but not knowing also didn’t stop me from wanting Saniya. I fucking wanted her and that pissed me off. Stepping off the elevator seeing Saniya with another man was the last thing I envisioned tonight and the anger blazing through my veins damn sure wasn’t the reaction I expected.
She wasn’t mine.
I wasn’t hers.
Her eyes followed my movements but that was the only way she acknowledged me and that also pissed me the fuck off. Even now, watching the curve of her lips and the softness of her eyes while she laughed and smiled in another muthafucker’s face had me torn. Aleah was the only woman I’d ever felt possessive over and we’d shared years. I didn’t know a damn thing about Saniya other than she had me conflicted.
And I wanted every inch of her.
“Just go holler at her, cuz.”
I turned toward Tali who was staring in another direction. He motioned for someone to join us and my eyes left, him noticing a woman and her friend whispering to each other. Both were wearing extremely short, revealing dresses that offered a lot of skin and curves. They were pretty and also eager based on the seductive smiles and the way their eyes traveled over me and Tali.
“That’s for you, right?” I pointed and he flashed a smile.
“Seems that way, and again, why the fuck won’t you just go holler at her?” There was no point in denying the obvious. So when he turned to the corner where Saniya was sitting with ol’ boy, I followed his line of sight. He had his arms stretched across the back of the seating and she was next to him. They looked cozy and too fucking familiar.
Did she cheat on him with me?
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’ve been grilling the fuck out of her since we got up here. She keeps pretending she’s interested in ol’ boy but every five minutes she’s not so discreetly checking for you.”
“She’s probably scared I’m gonna tell her man I know what her pussy tastes like.”
Tali’s eyes narrowed, then he grinned, shaking his head. “I knew it.” He paused and glanced toward Saniya’s section. It was across from ours which was the only reason we had visual access to what they were doing. Each individual area was constructed of smoked glass walls on three sides but the front was open, allowing limited access to the rest of the club. “Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Going to tell her dude you fucked?”
I glared at him and his smile expanded, causing Tali to shrug. “I’m only asking because you look mad as hell.”
“I’m not mad, just curious to know why she was with me if she has him.”
“Do you really care?”
“No…”
“Then focus on something else.” He turned his attention to the two women he’d waved over. I guess they had to discuss whether or not they wanted to accept the offer. “Ladies…” Tali motioned for them to have a seat. The shorter of the two filled the spot next to me and the other damn near sat in Tali’s lap.
“Is this your section?” And there it was, their entire reason for being over engaged. We had the looks, but paired with this expensive ass section they had an easy come up for the evening. Tali was given the section from a client who did a tradeoff for a tattoo. A two grand section for a five hundred dollar piece on his calf.
The woman next to me leaned in and placed her fingers so high on my thigh that her nails grazed my dick but I moved her hand. “His.”
She smiled, taking me in then slowly raking a nail over my crotch. “But you’re with him. What do you do?”
“Not this.” Out the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of all black. My eyes shifted to the VIP entrance just in time to catch Saniya leaving. I frowned when I did a quick search and found the guy she was with standing at the bar in the corner leaning into the face of another woman. He had a tight grip on her hip which he used to keep her anchored to his body while his mouth kept finding its way to her neck and shoulder.
“I’ll be back,” I mumbled to Tali and stood, leaving him with the two women, knowing that even if she was disappointed about my absence he wouldn’t be. I took the elevator back down to the first level, peering through the glass until I located Saniya moving in the direction of a hallway near the back center of the club instead of toward the front door.
Damn, that’s fucked up. She’s heading to the bathroom and he’s kicking it to another woman.
But she fucked me.
Maybe that’s their thing.
I bent the corner to the hallway just in time to see her slip into one of the private stalls. The hall was lined with an arrangement of doors alternating in green and black obscured glass. Luckily she entered the second one; so when I picked up my pace I managed to catch the door before it closed completely. I moved inside, pulled the door closed, and turned the lock, pressing my shoulders against the smoked glass.
“What the fuck do you want?” Saniya’s eyes narrowed in annoyance and I smirked when I noticed she also checked me out at the same time.
“To know if you’re a cheater or if you have some weird shit going on that gives you both a free pass to fuck other people.”
Her eyes narrowed more right before she rolled them. “Making you cum doesn’t provide an open invitation to my personal shit.”
I chuckled at her throwing my words from the other night back at me. “Who says you made me cum? Answer the question, Saniya.”
“You first.” She tilted her head to the side in protest and folded her arms over her chest, bringing my attention to them. The sheer top she wore exposed a lace bra and a lot of skin. Skin my mouth and tongue were painfully familiar with and had my dick thickening.
“I don’t want to discuss my past in a club bathroom.”
“And you think I want to discuss my relationship in one?”
I pushed away from the door and crowded her space. She let me, but I didn’t touch her. “Less than a week ago, I had my mouth on your pussy.” I leaned down close to her ear. “And I wouldn’t mind doing it again, but whether or not that happens depends on your answer. I might be a felon, but I’m not a cheater. There’s nothing appealing to me about picking up another man’s slack. I’m more of a ‘pussy is my priority as long as my dick is’ type of man and when her pussy is my priority, other men don’t exist.”
She was temporarily stunned but then smiled and shook her head. “I have no clue how to respond to that type of arrogance, but regardless, my position is still the same. You want my personal shit, then give me yours.”
I was about to make an incredibly stupid decision. “Did you drive?”
“Yes.”
“Your boyfriend gonna be mad if you leave him?”
She arched a brow. “Who said I was leaving?”
“You want my story. I’m not giving it to you here.”
“Okay.” She lifted a hand and pointed to the door. “But I have to pee, so can I have a minute or would you like to watch?”
“I’ll wait outside.” I leaned on the wall across from the stall she occupied, half expecting her to come out and say she changed her mind. Part of me wished she would because handing over my story meant addressing a past I used as an excuse to stay disconnected.
When I had eyes on her again and she stepped in front of me, I waited to see what the move would be.
“Am I following you?”
“I rode with Tali. If you’re cool with it, I’ll ride with you.”
“You trust me?”
“No.” She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away and I chuckled, knowing she hated this as much as I did.
As soon as we made it to my place, I tossed my jacket on the arm of the sofa and headed to the kitchen. She remained by the door, looking uncomfortable like she hadn’t been here four days ago with my face buried between her thighs.
“Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” she mumbled, looking around my place as if she were seeing it for the first time. I entered the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water, even though she said she was good. When I re-entered the living room and settled on the sofa, I pointed to the spot next to me.
“You gonna stand there until you decide whether or not you like what I have to say?” I smirked and she returned one.
“Figured I might as well hang out here just in case we have a repeat of you throwing me out like last time.”
“I fucked you first so you’re safe until we get to the part where I tell you to leave.”
Saniya laughed, shaking her head, but crossed the room and filled the spot next to me. She shrugged out of her jacket and placed it on top of mine. The sofa was on the small side so when she turned her back to the arm, facing me at an angle, and lifted her knee onto the base cushion, it brushed against my leg.
“I didn’t cheat on a boyfriend with you and no we’re not into weird shit. Neshawn is my ex .”
I kept my expression neutral and stared at her. She grinned. “You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t know many women who chill at clubs with their exes.”
Her smile turned smug. “That really bothered you. I’m almost flattered.”
“You being with him tonight doesn’t bother me, but you being with him and having sex with me does. That’s not my thing.”
“Right, you’re more of a man who demands that his dick be prioritized.”
I nodded.
“I was working tonight. The line was incredibly long and I didn’t want to wait. Thankfully I didn’t have to. Hef is Neshawn’s cousin so he got me in VIP. I have the photos I need and made a grand for ten minutes of work and an hour of my time.”
I took her in, with a slow drag from her face down her body. Her clothes were fitted and her purse was little as hell. There was no way she had a camera hidden anywhere on her body. At least not one that would capture quality photos.
“Where’s your camera?”
“My purse. Phones are underrated when it comes to high quality photos. If you know what you’re doing, they can produce images that compete with the most expensive high-end cameras.” The way her eyes brightened almost made me smile. She loved this shit.
“Why didn’t you use your phone at the fights?”
“Because I prefer my cameras. They’re just not always practical, pending the situation.”
“By situation you mean when you’re invading someone’s privacy.”
Her eyes narrowed. “There’s no privacy for what others do in the public eye.”
“True but that doesn’t mean you want someone cataloging your every move just because they can. Who did you get photos of?”
“Yara.”
“The singer?”
Saniya nodded. “She was in the section across from the one I was in.”
“Dipped off in the back which meant she wanted to keep what she was doing private.”
“She wanted to keep who she was with private but better it’s me than someone else.”
“You’re putting her shit on blast. How do you figure you’re any better than the next?”
“I won’t hand over the photos to the outlet that paid me until the morning. By then, she’ll be gone, which means no one else can pull up. There won't be a media show or ten million horrible photos of her dodging angles of people taking unflattering shots and videos. When the ones I’ve captured go live, she’ll be safe and cozy in her bed and she looks so fucking hot in the shots I have she won’t be upset.”
“Your logic is fucking twisted.” I laughed lightly.
“Maybe but I’m respected because of how I do things. There are plenty of people in the same space I’m in who are constantly looking over their shoulders and can’t show their faces at reputable events because of how disrespectfully they move.”
Her eyes darted around my place then landed on Raiden’s bike in the corner. I tensed remembering that it was there.
“I have a son,” I said, staring at her until she turned her eyes back to me. When curious eyes met mine, they softened.
“I know,” she said quietly. “Well I knew you had a kid.”
When I frowned she added, “I looked you up.”
“Then why are you here? You already know my story, Saniya.”
“I want to know you, not just your story.”
“Why?”
“Maybe because you don’t want me to.”
Stubborn ass woman.
“And what happens if you don’t like what you learn about me?”
“Then the next time you throw me out and tell me to stay away, I’ll listen. But for now…”
She unzipped her ankle boots, slid them from her feet, and stood, stepping between my legs. After she unzipped her jeans, and wiggled out of them, she climbed onto my lap and pressed her knees into the sofa beside my thighs. “I’d like to try the sex part over to see if this time you’ll let me stay after you make me cum.”
We stared at each other for a minute until I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her face to mine. My tongue pushed into her mouth and she moaned, rocking her hips forward.
I pulled away slowly and dragged her bottom lip between my teeth. “Condom.”
“Where?”
“Bathroom, in the drawer.”
She smiled and lifted off my lap. I watched the curve of her ass jiggle with each step until she bent the corner. When she returned and tossed a sleeve of condoms next to me, I grinned as she pushed her black silk panties down her thighs and stepped out of them.
“That’s very ambitious.” I motioned to the condoms with a toss of my head.
Slowly, she kneeled between my legs, unzipped my jeans, and stroked my dick to life before she pushed my briefs down enough to free it. She brushed her thumb over the tip then lowered her head and grazed it with her tongue.
“I’m going to make you cum since we’re unclear about whether or not that happened last time, and then you’re going to make me cum... a lot …” I lowered my eyes and watched as she sucked me in deep. “You game?”
“What the fuck do you expect me to say to that other than yes.”
She laughed and the vibration of it against my dick caused it to thicken more. Her lips crawled lower, pushing me to the back of her throat, clouding my thoughts. The only thing I cared about was the heat of her mouth, tight and warm while she sucked me in deeper.
My fingers pushed into the thickness of her hair and I fisted it tightly. She moaned over my dick, once again creating a soft vibration that had my stomach tensing.
The tighter I gripped her hair, the harder she sucked. After taking me deep a few times, she smiled and squeezed hard at the base, running her tongue up the underside. My eyes lowered to take in the visual of her tongue moving over my dick and when she deepthroated me again, I let my head drop back and closed my eyes. The heat of her mouth was too fucking good and had me struggling to stay focused.
“Fuck yeah, just like that.”
I tugged at her hair, guiding her back down, holding her in place until I felt her throat tense. The tip of my dick landed at the back of her throat. She exhaled a breath through her nose and I eased in a bit deeper before she sucked hard and glided back to the tip, using her tongue and lips to skillfully work their magic. Her mouth and pussy were going to be a problem. Both were top tier. I lifted my head and lowered my eyes watching while her cheeks hollow as she sucked with precision. With every flick of her tongue, I moved closer to my release.
Saniya’s eyes flitted up to me and she smiled but didn’t falter, deep throating my dick like her life depended on it. My abs tensed and the tip became incredibly sensitive. So I lifted my hips, fucking her mouth until I unloaded, spilling down her throat. Tears crept out the corners of her eyes while I drove in deeper, riding my release. She fucking smiled while her mouth stretched widely around me.
“Fuck…” I panted ragged breaths and fisted her hair tighter while my dick pulsed against her tongue. When I slipped from her mouth, she stood, wiggling out of her panties and climbing onto my lap, then reached for a condom and held it up. “You need a minute.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No.”
“Hmm, good.” While she ripped the wrapper with her teeth, she ground her wet pussy against me. My dick thickened instantly and I groaned when she shifted back enough to roll the condom on. When she lifted and sank down on me, I was fully prepared to take control. I fucked her hard and fast while she leaned into my chest, gripping the back of the sofa, moaning her approval in my ear each time I reached her spot.
The heat of her pussy and the way she swallowed my dick were like heaven. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the curve of her neck, my teeth grazing her skin seconds before her body jerked against mine. My fingers dug into her hips while I slammed her down on me, meeting Saniya with a hard thrust.
“Oh shit…”
I leaned in and dropped a kiss at the base of her ear. “Sounds like you were the one that needed a minute.”
“Fuck you.” She laughed.
“No, actually, you’re not, but I’ve got it covered.”
I slipped my fingers between her thighs and brushed them over her clit, gently at first before I pinched and rubbed harder.
“Grand…”
“Yeah, baby.”
I pinched her clit again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck…”
I slammed her down on my dick a few more times, landing so fucking deep, followed by a few more brutal thrusts that had her crying out and my dick pulling while we came tighter. The feeling crashed over me while she jerked and rocked her hips erratically until she collapsed into my chest, breathing hot and heavy against my shoulder.
Once she settled, I kissed her neck. “You need a minute?”
She laughed lazily, snuggled closer to my chest, and tucked her arms between us.
“Maybe just one.”