FORTY-TWO
I finally release Davia from my arms at sunrise, and we shower and have breakfast on my balcony since it’s a warm Friday morning.
The painful expression on her face when she returned to the car made me upset with Ms. Sinclair. From the short encounter, I could tell she was someone who did wild shit despite how it affected her daughter. I mean, damn. She’d been hooking up with Jamir’s old man, who is married. That’ll piss him off when he finds out. He better not retaliate against Davia.
To help my baby take her mind off the stress, I drive her to Inner Harbor for a bit of museum touring, some shopping, and a short ferry ride.
Following lunch at a vegan restaurant, we return to my condo to Netflix and chill for the rest of the day.
I massage her feet on my lap as she stretches out on the sofa. “What do you feel like having for dinner?”
“You like curry?” she questions. “I could make curry stew and rice.”
“I was trying to cook for you, ma,” I playfully whine, tickling the bottom of her feet and making her giggle.
“Ah! Kross!” She jumps up from the sofa, unable to handle it. Settling down, she catches her breath and says, “How about I cook dinner, and you make chocolate chip cookies before heading to the club?”
“Sounds good.” I stand. “Feel like going out?”
“Sure.” She kisses me sensually. “I’ll text Trish to see if she wants to come through. Let me start dinner so we can eat and get to dessert.”
“All right.” I wink, understanding the meaning.
I still help her prepare dinner before baking the cookies. We eat the delicious curry meal with wine, enjoy the warm treats, and hit the bed for some sweet sex before changing for the club.
Davia emerges from my bedroom in a dark green corset top, a black feather-like plush skirt, and the faux leather heels I bought her earlier. Curls fluffed out. Makeup flawless. Smelling heavenly as always.
“Beautiful,” I exhale, ever in awe.
She smiles and looks down at herself, picking at her skirt in thought.
I tilt her chin. “You good, baby? Changed your mind about going out?”
She shakes her head. “I’m all right. Let’s go.”
Hopefully, I can help her relax tonight.
After throwing it back on me to track after track, I lead Davia to the VIP to chill and have another drink, leaving Trishell and Reeve vibing on the dancefloor.
Davia sits on my lap. “I’m enjoying myself. Thanks, babe.”
“I got you.”
She makes out with me so passionately that my dick struggles to behave.
“Y’all have people watching,” Cairo teases, sitting at the table with Preston and Moya. “Sup, Davia?”
“Hey, guys. Moya.” She eases off my lap and settles beside me. “Is Iree coming?”
“Nah, she’s mad at y’all.”
I scoff. “She’s being a brat. It’s not her business.”
Cairo drinks a bit. “Maybe she’s worried about it being awkward since she works with you, Davia.”
Davia cuts away like she’s hiding something. “Yeah. Ahem. She isn’t speaking to me.”
“She’ll come around,” Cairo assures while bobbing.
“Whew!” Trishell exclaims as she and Reeve approach us. “I’m tired from all that dancing.” They sit on the empty seats by Davia after ordering drinks.
“Y’all have been at it a while,” Davia smiles at them.
“Mmhm.” Trishell chugs some liquor, throwing her wavy hair off her shoulders. “I broke a sweat ‘cause I didn’t want to stop.”
“You’re a great dancer, baby love,” Reeve praises her in his Jamaican accent. “Can’t wait to bring you to street dances back home.”
She snorts. “I don’t know, boo. Y’all be wilding on the island. I’ve seen the videos.”
“Jamaica seems like a vibe,” Cairo comments after drinking.
“For real,” Preston adds. “Hey, man. Give me info on the hottest spots when you have time. I’m fixing to fly there soon.”
“You bringing me with you?” Moya asks in a flirty tone, eyes glistening. He never travels with women because he meets them in the country. I’m curious to see his response after telling us he’s changing his ways.
“Sure, baby,” he says and kisses her. They giggle after he whispers something.
Cairo and I exchange a surprised look. Maybe he indeed does like this woman.
“Let’s go to your office,” Davia whispers.
Smirking, I take her hand and lead her down, kissing her hard the moment I lock the door and turn on the light.
“Mmm.” She drags me to the sofa and kneels.
My dick stiffens because I know what she’s about to do. I ease up and shove down my pants and boxers for her. My body shudders as she grips my shaft, spits on it, and gives it a good rub.
Staring into my eyes, she damn near swallows all nine inches, sucking for seconds before coming up.
“Fuck, baby…” I lean back and enjoy her expert blowjob, on the verge of shattering too soon from the indescribable pleasure. “Yeah.”
Davia twirls her tongue while thrusting, making me hitch and pump into her mouth. She switches to my swollen balls and licks and sucks on them.
“Shiiiitttt,” I grate, feeling the pressure skyrocket.
As she takes my length to her throat again, bobbing faster, my toes curl in the shoes, and I shoot up into her mouth. “Fuck… Davi…”
She slurps every drop and tugs off her wet panties. Pulling up her skirt, she positions her knees on either side of me and sinks her hot pussy onto my throbbing dick. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Cause we fit perfectly.” I grip her plump ass. “Bounce on that shit, baby.”
Holding my neck, she starts pouncing on my dick while staring into my eyes, our deep moans echoing in the office to the base of the hip-hop track in the club.
“Kross,” Davia breathes out.
“I know, baby.” I wrap my arms around her and bring her closer, exchanging quick breaths as ecstasy rises. “Your pussy is telling me everything.”
Still holding eye contact, Davia rides the waves until her body begins to tremble, and her well explodes, squirting juices all over me.
I tighten my grip on her just as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, both of us basking in the intimate moment a bit longer.
“See?” she gasps. “It does go down in your office.”
Laughter erupts between us, untamed and uncontrollable—the perfect reflection of our intense connection.