Kyrie Maddox #2
As we sat down to eat, a waiter came over to the table and handed us our menus before asking us what we wanted to drink.
Sianni ordered some fruity little shit while I ordered a lemonade before handing the menu back. As soon as the waiter walked off, my hand landed on her thigh underneath the table.
“You’re aggravating,” she said, looking down at the menu.
“And you’re fine.”
“Boy, hush.”
I smirked before slowly rubbing my thumb against her thigh while she kept pretending to focus on the menu.
Those little ass shorts she had on definitely weren’t helping me think straight either. Every time Shorty shifted in her seat, my mind kept drifting somewhere it ain’t have no business drifting in public.
“You going to order or just stare at me the whole time?” she asked without looking up.
“I can do both.”
She sucked her teeth while fighting a smile. “You are always horny.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“My fault?” she asked, looking up at me.
“Yes. You out here looking like that on purpose.”
Before she could say something smart back, I noticed a group of girls sitting a few tables over, whispering while looking over at us every five damn seconds.
I ignored the shit at first until one of them finally got enough courage to walk over.
“I’m sorry,” she said, smiling hard as hell while looking between Sianni and me. “Are you Kyrie Maddox?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, my God,” She laughed nervously while pulling her phone out. “Can I get a picture of you?”
“Fasho.”
As soon as I leaned up a little, shawty stepped all in my damn space before I could even fully move.
She was too damn close. My eyes instantly flicked toward Sianni. She ain’t say nothing, but I noticed how she suddenly got real focused on fixing her straw wrapper.
The girl leaned against the side of the booth while taking the picture, then smiled again. “I’m so happy you’re okay. I was scared when I heard what happened.”
“Appreciate it.”
“And you definitely look better in person,” she added with a little laugh.
My jaw slightly tightened.
“Aight,” I said flatly. “Enjoy y’all’s food.”
The girl finally walked off after that, still cheesing while going back to her table. I looked over at Sianni again as Shawty grabbed her drink and took a sip like nothing happened. Her ass was too calm, which meant she was thinking.
I didn’t know exactly what the hell was going through Sianni’s head, but I knew one thing about shawty, whenever she got quiet like that, she was thinking.
A few minutes later, the waitress came back over with our food. As soon as she set the plates down, we said our grace before digging in.
I watched Sianni for a second while she ate. Shawty was trying to act normal, but I could tell something was still sitting in the back of her mind.
“Yo, you good?” I finally asked.
“Yeah, I’m straight.”
“You sure?” I watched her closely. “’Cause you got quiet as hell after that girl came over here.”
Sianni shrugged before taking another sip of her drink. “She was just doing a little too much. That’s all.”
“Man,” I sucked my teeth. “I wasn’t worried about that hoe, and you don’t need to be worried about her either.”
And I meant that shit. Ever since Sianni and I started whatever the hell this was between us, I really hadn’t been thinking about anybody else for real. Shawty had my attention in a way I wasn’t even used to.
So, that little fan shit? That ain’t have nothing to do with me.
“She was damn near in your lap,” Sianni said. “The way she was looking at you, I thought she wanted to suck your dick right here at the table.”
“And she still wouldn’t have got it.” I smirked a little before leaning closer toward her. “All Big Daddy dick reserved for you, baby.”
“Ugh,” she groaned, instantly rolling her eyes.
I started laughing.
I swear, I ain’t know what it was about that Big Daddy shit that got under her skin so bad, but every time I said it, she acted irritated while trying not to smile at the same damn time. And honestly? That shit was funny as hell to me.
After we finished eating, I took a few more pictures with fans and signed autographs the best I could without fucking up my arm too much.
By the time we finally left the restaurant, all I could think about was getting back to the house so I could show Sianni the room.
Peter should’ve been finished with everything by now.
The ride back to the house was quieter than before. Sianni had one hand on the steering wheel while music played low through the speakers. Every now and then, I caught myself looking over at her while she focused on the road ahead.
“You’re thinking hard as hell over there,” I said.
“I’m literally just driving.”
“Mhm.”
She cut her eyes at me before shaking her head. “You always think somebody is thinking about something.”
“’Cause you usually are.”
That made her laugh softly under her breath before she turned the music up a little.
I leaned back in the passenger seat, but my hand still rested on her thigh most of the ride home. Every now and then, my thumb rubbed against her skin absentmindedly while I stared out the window, thinking about the room.
As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I got out first, then walked around to her side again.
“Kyrie, you do know I can open my own door, right?” she asked while stepping out of the car.
“Nawl.” I grabbed her hand once her feet touched the ground. “Not today.”
She laughed quietly as she let me lead her inside the house.
The second we walked through the front door, I turned toward her.
“Aye, shawty. Come here.”
“Where we going?” she asked, looking at me confused while I pulled her toward the hallway.
“Quit asking questions.”
“You talking about quit asking questions, and I don’t know what the hell going on.”
I smirked before leading her upstairs toward the room. Soon as we got to the door, I stepped behind her.
“Aight, close yo’ eyes.”
“Kyrie—”
“Close ’em.”
She fussed a little under her breath but eventually covered her eyes anyway while I opened the door and guided her inside carefully.
“Can I open them now?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
The second Sianni opened her eyes, she froze. The whole room had been transformed for her.
Soft cream walls mixed with warm nude tones. Gold accents. Floating shelves lined with sketchbooks, paint supplies, charcoal pencils, markers, and canvases in different sizes. A huge art desk sat near the window with one of those expensive-ass drawing tablets hooked up beside a brand-new laptop.
Peter had even added LED lighting around the ceiling, along with a little sitting area near the corner with a cream couch, fluffy pillows, and a small bookshelf filled with art and fashion design books.
The entire room smelled faintly like vanilla and fresh paint.
Sianni looked around slowly, like she couldn’t fully process the shit she was seeing.
“What the…” she whispered.
I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly before shrugging. “You said you liked drawing.”
Her eyes snapped toward me so fast it almost made me laugh.
“Kyrie…”
“What?” I tried to play the shit off. “It ain’t that serious.”
But the look on her face told me it was.
“Kyrie… yes, the hell it is,” she said softly.
I could hear it in her voice. Shawty was trying hard as hell not to cry.
“Nobody has ever done anything like this for me,” she admitted, looking around the room again before shaking her head slowly.
“Yeah, Mani bought me painting stuff when we were younger, but… a whole room?” She let out a small laugh like she still couldn’t believe it.
“That’s crazy. I don’t even know if I can accept this. ”
“And why the fuck not?” I frowned.
“Because—”
“Sianni,” I cut her off, stepping closer. “I got this shit for you because you held a nigga down. You helped me with my career, looked out for me while I was down, dealt with my attitude, all that shit. I appreciate you.”
For a second, she just stared at me. Then shawty suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me.
I wasn’t expecting that shit at all, but I kissed her right back without hesitation. My hand slid down her body until I grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing slowly while she melted against me.
The kiss got deeper quickly. Like all that tension we’d been building, it finally snapped.
She pulled back just enough for me to look at her, and the way Shawty was staring at me had my whole body tightening instantly.
Before I could even say something slick, she dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Sianni…” I muttered, already knowing I was finna lose my damn mind.
Her fingers worked my belt loose before she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans slowly. The second she pulled my dick out, I let out a low breath and tilted my head back slightly.
“Fuck…”
She looked up at me while her hand wrapped around my dick, and I swear that alone almost had me ready to fold.
“You good?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
I let out a breath. “Yeah. Do your thing.”
And shawty did exactly that. The second her lips wrapped around me, my whole body locked up. She started slow, her tongue working me like she had all the time in the world, like she was trying to memorize every inch. She then took me deeper, and my jaw clenched.
“Fuck, Sianni…”
She hummed against me, and that vibration shot straight through my body. My hand found the back of her head, and my fingers slid through her hair, not pushing, just holding on because I needed something to ground me.
Then she picked up the pace. The sounds, wet, sloppy, and loud as hell, had my head falling back. She wasn’t being cute about it. She was going crazy, like she’d been waiting on this shit just as long as I had.
“Gooddamn…” I muttered, my breathing getting heavier.
She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, spit connecting her lips to my dick, and the sight of that alone had me ready to lose it. She looked up at me with those eyes, lips swollen, and smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“You like that?” she asked, her hand still working me.
I couldn’t even talk. I just nodded, chest rising and falling hard.