Chapter Six #3
I grabbed my pajamas from my suitcase which consisted of cotton shorts from Victoria Secret and a matching tank top.
It was nothing sexy, because I needed to put some type of barrier between us, even if it was just thin fabric.
Then I trotted toward the bathroom so I could turn the shower water on.
Without thinking about it, while standing in front of the shower, waiting for it to heat up, my hand drifted down and slid my fingers across my clit.
My stomach caved in. The level of intensity wasn't normal.
My pussy was still wet, swollen and sensitive as hell. My clit was pulsing with its own heartbeat, tender and alive in a way that made my knees weak all over again.
This was different for me because this was what it felt like when someone actually knew what they were doing, when someone paid attention to you and cared enough to learn your body instead of just using it.
I brought my fingers into view and looked at them, slick and glistening.
Then I brought them to my nose to smell them.
It wasn't to admire my own wetness, but his scent was all over me.
It was musky, mixed with sweat, sex and something that belonged to Syx.
My pussy smelled like him now, like he'd marked me and made me his.
I inhaled again, deeper this time and my body responded like I'd pressed a button.
My nipples tightened, core clenched and my pussy began to drench with a pool that ran down my thighs, dripping down my feet, onto the floor. I'd already cum twenty minutes ago.
Syx was becoming addictive. Everything about him was what I wanted in a man.
It was his smell, his touch and the way he looked at me like I was the only woman on the planet.
The way his voice dropped when he called me "baby" and how his hands knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure and when to push and when to ease off. Syx was making me feel seen too.
That's where the real danger lurked. It wasn't just the orgasms, the sex, or the way my body responded to him.
It was the way he looked at me and saw something worth paying attention to.
Malcolm never looked at me like that. He never made me feel like my pleasure mattered and my body deserved to be celebrated, but Syx did, and I was falling for it… falling for him.
Shaking away thoughts of Syx, I stepped into the shower and let the hot water rain on my skin, washing away the evidence of what we'd done.
Thoroughly, I cleansed my body, careful not to get my hair damp, then rinsed off before stepping out of the shower to towel dry myself.
I'd done my body care ritual after brushing my teeth and flossing, then climbed into bed, so I could take a nap.
I woke up to the smell of pots clanking around in the kitchen.
Before stretching, I rubbed my eyes and noticed the sun was starting to go down, touching the horizon and the view was as beautiful as it was a few days ago, damn near making me regret leaving and pondering on staying longer, but I knew I couldn't.
Nosily, I wanted to see what was going on downstairs and what all the clattering was about, because I didn't smell any food cooking.
The closer I sauntered to the kitchen, I heard what sounded like giggles and a husky voice coming from a female.
My heart felt like it dropped down to my ass and I paused my steps to mosey around without making my presence known.
The other day when I eavesdropped on his conversation, the phone wasn't on speaker, but he claimed it was his mother, but this conversation was far from innocent and nothing like a mother/son conversation.
I felt the back of my legs get covered in goosebumps from hearing how intimate they sounded.
"I haven't been able to think about anyone but you, Syx. I can't wait to feel that big ass black dick in my pussy. Oh my god! You're the only man who can make me cum! I hate that my pussy can't cooperate without you. What did you do to me?"
I felt my soul fall to the floor pondering his answer or if he'd respond at all to it. Suddenly, my stomach was forming knots.
"'Cuz she know who it belongs to. Quit frontin'." He released a throaty laugh causing her to giggle too.
"What's taking the session so long? They never last this long," she retorted.
"Business is business, you know that. I'll have always have time for you though." He flirted.
I was fuming on the inside and seeing red.
A wave of sickness came over me as I struggled so bad to compose my emotions.
What the fuck was that? I don't know why I thought of him to be any different than the guys I'd encountered, including Malcolm.
God created men with the fiber of ain't shit, sprinkling enough for me to hate niggas period.
How the fuck do you go from one pussy to the other?
That's utterly fucking disgusting! He was just playing with my pussy, stirring my juices around, talking me through a gut-wrenching orgasm and this is the shit he pulls now? It's foul play to me.
Not being able to keep my feelings under wraps, I sauntered down the stairs, not bothering to hide my presence anymore and saw him with his face tucked in the refrigerator, looking for something.
My eyes zeroed in on the phone, placed on the counter.
Casually, I walked over to it and ended the phone call.
Syx craned his neck after I ended the call mid-sentence.
He didn't seem bothered by it at all from what I could see and my presence didn't affect him at all either.
With my hands crossed over my breasts, I demanded. "Don't be talkin' to yo' lil' hoes, while I'm around. Save that shit for another time please! I didn't pay for that. It wasn't included in the fine print either nigga!" I snapped.
"She's just a friend," he responded casually as he closed the refrigerator door. "It ain't shit like that."
"I don't care if she's just a friend, Syx. You're here with me. So the rest of your hoes are irrelevant!" I popped off at the mouth. "You fucking her for free or something?"
"No," he muttered. "We're just friends." Neglecting whatever task at hand, he brushed past me and staggered toward his office—fuck cave—whatever the fuck he called it and ignored my question.
My eyes shot to his side profile and my hand was itching to smack the shit out of him, but I knew better to choose my battles wisely, so I chose the latter.
"You're ignoring me now?" I asked, taunting him, with a frown on my face.
"Small shit don't matter Nyne. You ain't got to stress yourself about nothin'." I heard him utter with his back to me.
My feet patted behind him on the cold pavement. I was heavy on his heels, not satisfied with the answer he gave me.
"Then answer the question," I snapped.
Syx turned his head slightly over his shoulder, then said in a cold tone. "Yeah, I'm fucking her, but what does that have to do wit' you?"
Releasing an annoyed sigh, I rolled my eyes and continued trotting after him, until we reached his office. The only thing I could muster was a sarcastic laugh. "You're right, it ain't got shit to do with me, and I don't give a fuck what you do with your spare time, but don't do it on mine."
I stood at the door, waiting for him to respond, but he didn't, which infuriated me even more.
I should've walked off and tended to other things, but my feet remained planted on the ground stalking him.
He said nothing as he grabbed a cigar and lit up.
The orangish haze cast a glow in his almond brown eyes, before it disappeared and turned into smoke into the air, wafting the fury between us.
Syx was in a state of deep relaxation as he took long puffs and exhaled into the air with his back turned to me.
He wasn't shirtless, but with little to no movement, his muscles flexed and I thought that was the sexiest shit in the world.
He had me feeling some type of way when I shouldn't have been.
"C'mere Nyne," he commanded in that growl tone I loved so much.
Being obedient, I did what he asked of me and sauntered over to him slowly, with my heart pounding so hard, I'm sure he heard it too. Still, even with lust in my eyes, I was upset with him because the shit he did back there was low down and dirty as hell.
"What," I pouted as I stood between his legs now.
His cold hand touched my inner thighs, making me gasp. I couldn't look at his handsome face right now and I was trying to look everywhere else in his office.
"Don't be upset," he spoke as he caressed my thigh. "I was wrong, I'll admit it."
"You were," I chided.
"I shouldn't have done that. She called me—"
"Is she one of your hoes?"
"She called me for some other shit, and it led to us talkin' 'bout some other shit."
My eyes landed on him and his intense stare was on me, a fiery gaze burning in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, I don't even know why I'm trippin'." I said, trying to play it cool.
"You're entitled to feel how you feel." He spoke.
"I don't need to be feeling this way though. I'm not supposed to be." I mentioned, talking to myself out loud.
His hand continued to caress my thigh, making his grip firm and I tried my best to conceal my moans, but it was becoming harder and harder. He didn't respond to my last statement, but I didn't expect him to. What was there for him to say?
"I want to try something wit' you," he mentioned, slightly turning around in his office chair to put out the cigar. "You cool wit' that?"
My brow rose. "Do I have a choice?"
"You do."
Giving into him, I wanted to know what he wanted to try with me.
"What do you want to try?"
He nodded his head toward the massage table, and commanded, "Go over there and sit on the table."