Yearn

Chapter 5 #2

“Ro!” I screamed, laughing until tears pricked my eyes.

“Girl, stop being shy,” Ro cackled. “Go down there and be his mommy. That’s what he wants.”

“Oh my God.” Cadence let out a scandalized laugh. “Ro! You’re out of control.”

Yet, one word clung to me like heat.

Mommy.

I shoved it away, but for a second, my nipples tightened like the title had been whispered against them.

For a split second, my mind betrayed me—Dominic sprawled naked across my bed, broad shoulders against my sheets, his muscles shifting under moonlight.

His lips closed hot around my nipple, sucking like he’d been starved for my milk, tongue swirling slow before dragging rough enough to make me whimper.

My hand wrapped around his big cock, tight and slick, stroking him in long, greedy pulls. God, he was so heavy in my grip—thick veins pulsing under my palm, the swollen head jerking against my wrist every time I dragged down.

And I could feel him, moaning against my chest, the sound raw and needy, vibrating straight through my ribcage.

Each imagined groan made my nipples harder, my body tighter, as if my flesh wanted to feed him forever.

And I could feel his cock kick in my hand, desperate, dripping, begging me for release.

The image hit too sharp, too real—his breath hot, his mouth tugging my nipple, his cock swelling bigger as if it needed me.

Heat shot low and fast.

Damn.

I’d been fucking longer than he’d even been alive. A decade of orgasms. There were so many things I could show him—things he probably didn’t even know his cock could take.

Twenty-five.

That’s all he was.

This pussy had years on him—years of learning what made a man groan, years of watching them break apart when I really took control.

Out in the backyard, Dominic thought he was stroking himself for relief, but I could teach him relief so filthy he would never look at his hand the same way again. I knew tricks that would have him crying, begging, undone.

Girl. . .

My thighs pressed together, trying to catch the throb building low, but it only made me hotter.

No.

I shook my head hard, shoving the vision away, but the damage was done. My body was hot, my pulse tripping like I’d already sinned.

Cadence waited for Ro’s laughter to die before she spoke, and her voice was soft but steady, cutting right through the noise. “Teyonah. Don’t let a hard cock trick you into forgetting your priorities.”

That sobered me up fast.

“You have two kids who need stability,” Cadence went on.

“You have a law career you’ve worked too hard for.

You have a divorce case where Scott is just waiting to paint you as reckless.

If he found out about any of this. . .he would use it all against you and take away J and Oliver just to make you cry.

You cannot—absolutely cannot—give him ammunition by sleeping with your tenant.

Especially one who looks like sex walking and probably has neighbors gossiping already. ”

Silence stretched.

My stomach twisted. “Y’all are going to kill me. One second I’m ready to storm down to that basement and jump on his cock like a trampoline, the next second I’m scared Scott’s lawyer will subpoena the damn couch cushions he’s probably cum all over.”

They both laughed.

“I hate to admit it, but. . .what Cadence is saying is. . .true,” Ro said. “I say just be careful then. Look. I don’t want you in no mess. I just want you happy. And right now, that boy’s cock can make you happy. Don’t lie. We all agree. Right?”

“Of course it would make her happy,” Cadence admitted although it sounded like she wasn’t happy to do so.

I swallowed, cheeks hot. “It probably would be fun to play with him for a little bit. Teach him some things.”

Cadence’s sigh was heavy. “See? That’s the danger. Desire makes you reckless.”

“Desire makes you alive,” Ro countered.

And then, they went back and forth like a tennis match.

Cadence started first, “This is about long-term stability. Not a quick one-night stand.”

“No.” Ro came in strong. “This is about short-term sanity and his big cock is the answer.”

“Your kids are watching you and learning what type of adults they should be.”

“Those kids will be asleep when the shit goes down! And she deserves to feel wanted again.”

“Think about those future divorce papers, Tey!”

“Think about your pussy!”

“What if J or Oliver had opened that back door instead of me?”

“Ouch.” Ro sighed. “Well. . .okay. Boundaries clearly need to be set about the backyard jacking off. On that we agree.”

I laughed so hard I had to lay back on my bed and bury my face in the pillow.

Oh my God. I’m so glad I called them.

They went on a few minutes more.

By then, I got up from bed and put all my discarded work clothes in the laundry basket on the other side of my room.

“Okay.” I shut the bin’s top. “I hear both of you. And maybe I don’t know which way I’m leaning yet. But y’all are right about one thing—I can’t ignore this. And I feel like. . .I should talk to him. . .tonight. . .If I do nothing, breakfast will be awkward as hell.”

Cadence hummed approval. “Exactly. Better to go down there now, say thank you for the Mother’s Day surprise, quickly address the masturbation, and then set boundaries.”

“No. No. No.” Ro clapped through the phone.

“Yes! March your ass down there and say: ‘Rule number one, no jacking off in the backyard when my babies are upstairs. Then, you say, ‘Rule number two, you only stroke that cock when Mommy is watching and then pull out a titty and ask if he’s thirsty for milk.”

“Rochelle!” Cadence gasped.

I fell over laughing again, almost dropping the phone.

But when the laughter died, the truth settled between us.

Cadence’s voice was soft but firm. “Seriously though, Tey. Talk to him tonight. Set the rule. Make it clear. You can’t risk the boys walking into that.”

Ro agreed for once. “Yeah, sis. At minimum, he needs to know the backyard is off-limits. That’s sacred family space, not Pornhub Live.”

“Thanks, you two.” I smiled. “We all agree that I talk to him tonight and lay down the law. No more backyard shows.”

“Good girl,” Cadence whispered.

“Good bitch,” Ro corrected, and I laughed.

My chest eased for the first time all day. Between the absurdity, the filth, and the wisdom, I felt held.

This was why I loved them.

This was why, even in the middle of my mess, I didn’t feel alone.

Cadence cleared her throat, and that quiet librarian tone slipped in. “Before we hang up, we do need to pick our next book for this month’s book club meeting. We can’t keep putting it off.”

Ro groaned so dramatically I could hear her flop onto her couch. “Lord, here she go. Always with the homework.”

“It’s a book club, Rochelle,” Cadence said, calm but sharp enough to make me bite my lip to keep from laughing. “We actually have to read books.”

“Reading the books is the best part. It’s just that you always make everything feel like a big professional job,” Ro huffed. “What’s the list this time? It better be nice and smutty.”

The laughter had eased my body, while the sisterhood that only they could give wrapped around me like armor.

I could hear Cadence shuffling papers. It was probably coming from that planner of hers with tabs and color-coded stickies. “Here we go. This month we’re doing Interracial Romance again. Option one: Chained Desire. It’s a BDSM—super kinky, like full-on dungeons, suspension, toys I had to Google.”

“Ooo.” Ro’s voice went wicked. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

Cadence ignored her and kept reading. “Hero is a Dom named Michael, fifty years old, owns a private club in Chicago. Heroine is LeSean, forty-six, a journalist who goes undercover to investigate him but ends up begging to be tied up. It’s a BwWm—Black woman, White man.”

Ro snapped her fingers like she was already at church. “BwWm? You know how hard I fuck with those. Give me a silver fox White daddy with a big cock, big money, and a taste for chocolate? Sold.”

I chuckled, “These are all facts I can live by.”

Cadence sighed. “Of course you would pick that. But I’m leaning toward option two.”

Her voice softened, warm as tea. “It’s called Until the Elevator Falls.

Mature couple, both in their sixties. We follow Hiroshi, a Japanese American CEO.

The heroine is Virginia, a Black professor.

They get trapped in an elevator for twelve hours.

Oh yeah. They’re old college sweethearts who broke up forty years ago.

So it’s second chance romance. And apparently.

. .I saw on a Reddit blog that there is a whole lot of sex.

Something is done with a mineral water glass bottle and a banana. ”

“Oh, damn,” I whispered, intrigued despite myself. “What are they doing with that bottle and fruit?”

“Stuck on the elevator though?” Ro groaned. “Girl, that sounds like too much crying and not enough stroking. You know Cadence loves to cry through a romance. She’s probably already picturing herself clutching tissues in chapter two.”

Cadence chuckled. “Not everything has to be smut, Rochelle.”

“Speak for yourself.” Ro’s wine glass clinked. “Smut is my religion.”

I snorted, shaking my head.

“Option three,” Cadence said, ignoring her again. “The Pool Boy.”

My ears perked up.

“Premise,” Cadence read. “Newly divorced and forty year old mom, Simone, hires a twenty-one-year-old Hispanic pool boy named Diego for the summer. He shows up shirtless, dripping water, and intent on seducing her. It’s HmBw—Hispanic man, Black woman. And well. . .the tagline is interesting.”

I quirked my brows. “What’s the tagline?”

Cadence cleared her throat. “He came to clean the pool, but he would rather drown in her pussy.”

“Bitch, what?” Ro let out a choking laugh.

Smirking, I rubbed my forehead. “Alrighty then.”

“What are we thinking?” Cadence asked.

I lowered my hands. “So let me get this straight. We have a choice between dungeon daddy, an elevator reunion, and a horny pool boy?”

“Yes.” Cadence’s voice was prim.

“Exactly.” Ro’s was hungry.

“Oh Lord.” I shook my head. “So which one are we voting on?”

“Honestly. After tonight’s very. . .heated conversation about a specific young man in your basement. . .” Cadence didn’t miss a beat. “Pool Boy. Final answer. That cover alone deserves a trophy.”

“What’s on the cover?” I asked.

“Young man, wet abs, water dripping down his chest, jeans slung low. And the Black heroine behind him holding a martini like she already knows she’s about to ruin his whole life.”

“Sounds like literary art to me.” Ro howled. “But, pool boy? Please. That’s training wheels. What Tey needs is a Mommy Dom romance. Don’t play—those exist.”

Cadence shrieked. “No, we’re not reading something that filthy. We have already taken this book club to the trenches of hell. I would like to pass the gates of heaven when I die.”

“Bitch, you’re not seeing heaven with that library card. God sees everything you’re checking out!”

All three of us burst out laughing.

After a few minutes, the chuckling died down, and warmth filled the spaces between us.

Silence stretched seconds later, but it wasn’t heavy. It was that good silence, the kind that meant you’d laughed enough, shared enough, loved enough for the night.

“Alright,” I said softly. “Thanks, you two. I needed this.”

“You always got us,” Cadence whispered.

“Always,” Ro echoed, louder. “Now go downstairs and check on your tenant and his cock.”

“But be smart,” Cadence added.

Ro snorted.

I smirked. “I will. Goodnight, y’all.”

“Night,” they said together, and their voices wrapped around me like the safest hug.

I hung up and let the quiet settle in my heart. The silk of my red pajamas clung to me. The echo of their laughter buzzed in my ears.

For the first time in months, I didn’t feel tired.

I felt alive.

And somewhere below me, in that basement, Dominic was probably still awake too.

Alright. Will I truly talk to him tonight and handle this? And what will happen when I do?