7. Ronnie
Ronnie
After dinner, we came to a bar next door for drinks, and this is my fourth one. Usually, I limit myself to two because I’m a lightweight. This is way too much for me, and Sin was looking better and better with each passing drink.
“You done?” Sin asked, his body pressed against mine.
I nodded drunkenly, taking one last sip of vodka.
“Let’s go, then.” He stood up from the barstool, reaching his hand out for me to take. Cameras flashed in the distance, but I was so tipsy, I didn’t care who was watching us.
“Where we going? You taking me home?” I got pushed up against him in the crowd and grabbed his forearm to keep my balance.
“You don’t wanna come back to my crib? I can take care of you tonight.” I giggled, liking the sound of that. I can’t remember the last time I got dicked down.
“No.” I tripped over my feet, speaking with vulnerability for the first time tonight. “You’re gonna break my heart, Sincere. I can’t do this with you.”
“Baby don’t believe everything you hear. I ain’t even that kind of person.” The valet slid him his keys, and opened the door for me to get in. “I like you for real, Ronnie.”
“You do?” I asked once he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Hell yeah. What you thought I brought you out to eat for? I don’t do this shit for everybody.” That’s probably true. I never see him out like this. Most of the time, when I’ve seen Sincere in the tabloids, he’s with Reese or somebody else. Rarely do I see him with a female.
“So, what you saying, you wanna be exclusive?” I turned toward him, and he laughed while I sat there with a straight face.
“I don’t fuck with that word ma, but we can see where it goes.”
Sin pulled out of the parking lot and although I was nervous, the vodka had me horny.
The rest of the way there was peaceful. Every few seconds my eyes grew heavy, which told me I needed to lay my ass down somewhere. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted off my feet.
“Where we at?” I raised my head from his chest.
“In my room, where you think? Take these off.” He grabbed my heels, throwing them near the foot of the bed.
“Okay!”
Moving my arms down, I lowered the pencil skirt until I had it around my ankles. He helped me take it off the rest of the way, and my eyes started to close.
“Nah, ma. Wake the fuck up!” I could feel him slapping me against my cheek. “We just getting shit started.”
While he pulled my shirt up over my head, I started feeling butterflies in my stomach. I’m having second thoughts, and I wasn’t a virgin, but it’s been a long time since I had sex.
“Wait a second,” I whispered, trying to sit up.
Sin pushed my chest back down, laid himself on top of me, and started kissing my neck. That shut me up quick, but before we got too far, I stopped him in his tracks.
“You got a condom?” I never had sex without one, even when I was experimenting in college.
“We need one?” I can’t believe he even asked that.
I like him, but nobody fucking me raw. Not unless I’m sure he’s the one for me, and I’m not sure of much yet when it comes to Sin.
“Yeah, we do.” He sucked his teeth but leaned over the side of the bed until he found what he was looking for.
“Ma, you gone need to turn around. I don’t fuck nobody like this.”
It took me a minute to realize what he was saying. He meant he didn’t fuck missionary style. I’m kind of offended I gotta look away from him to have sex like I’m an ugly bitch or something.
His words sobered me up. “You serious?”
“Yeah. I ain’t gone be able to do it like this. It’ll take longer for me to nut.” That should’ve told me something, but not even Sin’s disrespectful words could stop me from turning on my stomach. Whatever it takes to get mine at this point.
Sin grabbed my hips to pull me up higher, using his hand to put an arch in my back. I was getting worried about this being painful.
“Hey, can you go... Fuck!”Before I could tell him to take it easy, Sin rammed himself inside me.
His hips were moving like a fucking power drill. This ain’t what I thought it was gonna be. Sin took no initiative to make sure I was experiencing pleasure. He didn’t ask how it felt or rub my clit to take me there. This was solely about him getting what he needed.
Even though I knew this wasn’t about me, I was still on cloud nine from the length of his pipe. All I could do is ball my hands in the blankets to hold on. Sin went deep and stretched out every part of my walls with his girth. I realized the mistake I made by letting this nigga sex me.
I know we ain’t supposed to be having a relationship, it’s strictly against BCE’s rules and regulations, however, Sin had my head so gone at this point. I wasn’t thinking about the consequences of our actions.