Chapter 31 Navy Achebe
Navy Achebe
The music wasn't just playing. It was bleeding into me, rolling through my veins like a blooming high.
The bass thudded against my skin, and my hips swayed, moving on their own.
I tossed my ponytail left, then right, giggling as the room tilted with it.
Honey wrapped an extra bundle around my ponytail for this exact moment, giving it enough length for me to toss seductively.
It dragged along my back as I moved, grazing low, tickling the soft spot where my spine dipped.
Every brush sent a shiver through me, feeding the yearning the liquor made worse.
My body felt loose, my mind empty of everything exhausting, and my pussy purred, desperate for attention.
I was all rhythm, no restraint, just sound, liquor, motion, and desire bleeding into one.
"Shots, bitches!" Kysre screamed, lining them up.
Everyone grabbed one except River, who was tossing back lemonade. We all tapped the bottom of our glasses against the table, then sent them back, letting the liquor disappear between our laughter and screams.
"I love you hoes!" I cooed.
"We love you too!" they all screamed as the deejay switched it up and showed love to female rappers.
"I'ma freak a leak! But I can't let a broke nigga beat!" Chosyn rapped.
"Aye!" River shouted, throwing her head back as Honey bounced her ass all over her.
"I'm not with the games! I'm with all the drama!" Kyree sang, throwing her slim waist in a circle.
"Make 'em give me brain in the front seat of the Hummer!" Kysre joined in.
While they went up, I melted back into a world of my own, letting the beat take me.
My palms skimmed over my body in all the ways I wished a man would.
The bandage, lace-up mini dress I wore begged for it.
Black, tight, and unapologetic, it hugged every subtle curve like it had been molded to me.
The halter neckline lifted and held me, but the strings crisscrossing down my torso teased skin and dared any man to touch.
With every step, the dress crept higher along my thigh, threatening to show what I chose not to cover with panties.
Men stared, but none approached. Honor kept them at bay even when he wasn't in the room.
They didn't have to know I belonged to him to know I belonged to him.
It was like they could smell him on me, heavy, territorial, and deadly.
The lack of attention annoyed me. Choyce was bold for kissing Honor, knowing he was mine, but none of these niggas carried the same energy, which irked the fuck out of me.
I let my eyes roam, watching men watch me, until I caught a pair across the room.
His gaze wasn't subtle or lustful, but hard to ignore.
Everything about him was too serene for the chaos around us.
Everyone else was moving, shouting, and too caught up in the music, but he stood out, like the rest of the club didn't exist, as if we were the only people here. Heat pooled between my thighs. The liquor didn’t only have me floating, but I was starting to spark.
I tore my eyes away from the handsome, stranger and leaned into Chosyn. "Do you see that man over there?" I whispered into her ear.
"See who?"
"The guy from my office. I think he's in the section across from us."
Chosyn squinted, scanning the crowd, then laughed. "I don't see him."
"What?" I blurted, whipping my head back, and he was gone.
"Let me find out you start seeing things when you’re drunk," Chosyn teased. "Mr. Solace must've left a hell of an impression on you."
I gave her a half chuckle, ignoring her Solace comment, and told her I was going to the bathroom.
"I'll come with you," she offered.
"No, stay here. I'll be fine."
Chosyn looked like she wanted to say something else, but before she could, I slipped around her and out of the section.
The hallway was dimmer, and the bass muffled but still thudded through the walls.
Halfway there, I felt something magnetic.
My chest tautened, thinking it was Honor coming to ruin my fun.
My pulse spiked, every step feeling like it was pulling me closer to him. I rounded the corner, and there he was.
"Solace." I frowned, relieved it wasn't Honor.
"Navy." He smirked, his golds glinting at the edges of his lips.
The pull of his gaze was too much for me while drunk. I looked down, and when I did, his gravelly voice caressed my skin, followed by his fingers lightly clipping my chin.
"Lift that head for me, love."
His touch was so gentle I almost let his hand linger.
"Unhand me, creep," I fussed, stepping out of his reach. "And I'm not your love."
"Chill." He chuckled low and smooth. "I mean no harm. I just wanted a beautiful woman to know her gaze should never submit. As for being my love—"
Solace's eyes roamed, not undressing me but doing something worse.
He studied me openly, mapping the cracks in my armor, tracing the fragile edges where my world with Honor trembled.
I hated how his browns seared into me because they didn't make me shy away.
Instead, they made me feel dangerous and seen.
"You got potential, but I'm not a sharing ass nigga," he finished.
"I thought you didn't want to date." I smirked. "I could've sworn you said something about wanting to give the community what they need."
He chuckled, but it wasn't the cocky, I'm in control laugh I expected. It just… existed.
"I meant every word of what I said in your office. I do want to help the community."
"Yeah, okay, Robin Hood," I scoffed. "All of that sounds great, but what happens when wanting to help gets overshadowed by the chance to be rich?"
He leaned in just slightly, gold catching the light at the corners of his mouth.
"Love, I mean this as humbly as possible… chasing riches isn't necessary. I'm already wealthy."
The smirk tugging at his lips was magnetic, pulling me in, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.
"I told you I'm not your love," I murmured.
"And I told you I don't share," he murmured back. "We're both telling each other things, love… but neither of us is walking away."
My heart raced as his gaze dropped. His eyes traced the lines of my dress as if it were art. Then he reached out, fingers brushing one of the strings at my waist. He gave it a gentle tug, pulling me close enough for his breath to ghost over my ear.
"You look and smell like you need a release. Let me handle that for you."
"Wha…what?" I stammered, the music suddenly loud in my ears.
"I wanna make you cum, love." His words landed bluntly, and my stomach twisted.
I knew I shouldn't have been feeling anything in this moment other than disgust, but the liquor, and Solace's magnetic pull made my body want to betray my mind.
Honor. I belong to Honor.
"I have a—"
"You told me that already." Solace's gaze didn't run. "And normally I wouldn't think twice about a woman who's spoken for." A slow smile curved his mouth. "But I've been thinking 'bout you… more than twice."
Solace's fingers strummed the strings of my dress like a guitar, and I instantly thought about what they'd feel like pushing past my pussy lips and strumming against my spot.
"Solace, I—"
My breath… he stole it as his lips crashed into mine.
My eyes flew open, then hazed low. His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth, tasting like peppermint and weed.
Every rule I thought I lived by felt fragile and ready to crack under pressure.
My mind screamed, don't, but every nerve in my body whispered yes.
"Solace," I hummed, breaking the kiss. "Not here."
I folded my hand into his and led him further down the hall toward the bathroom. He reached around me, pushing the door open so I could walk through. He walked in behind me and locked the door.
"You can't… not with that." I nodded toward his jeans. His dick pressed against the fabric, showing just how perfectly mushroomed the head was.
"I wouldn't disrespect you or myself like that, Navy," he sincerely said. "I'm selfish with my woman and stingy with my dick. When you're mine, then he'll be yours and not a moment before. You hear me, love?"
"I'm not your—"
I gasped when his hand brushed the hem of my dress, sending a shiver through all the places I promised to Honor. He leaned in, pressing me back against the door, and the heat from his body against mine made every nerve scream.
My mind screamed don't, while my body screamed too late.
"Solace…" I breathed as he pressed his fingers inside me.
He smirked slowly and knowingly as his fingers explored me until they found my spot. My hips bucked, pulling them in deeper.
"I can feel you, love," he murmured, nipping my nipple through my dress.
"I'm not your—"
"Love," he finished, calm and commanding, then pressed his thumb into my clit, possessively. "I know."
The way he said it made me go still. There wasn't anger or argument in his tone, just magnetic energy. The kind that made us feel inevitable, like me not being his love was only a matter of time.
"Solace we… mhmmm," I hummed as my body trembled in ways I couldn't control.
"Fuck Navy," he groaned, pulling his fingers from between his lips. He dipped all three back inside my pussy, guiding my hips to fuck them how he wanted. Slipping his fingers free, he tapped them against my lips.
"Taste."
My lips parted, and my tongue carried them in.
"Mhmm," I moaned, licking them clean.
"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, lifting me before I had the chance to say no.
I locked around his slender frame as if his body were home to mine. I fit into him like I was a missing piece that had wandered off and finally found its way back. Solace carried me to the sink and set me down, then lowered himself until my heels dangled over his shoulders.
"Shhiit!" I hissed, feeling his breath breeze across my clit.
"Love, your pussy's pretty as fuck," he rasped, placing gentle kisses against my fold.
"I don't wanna rush what I plan to keep," he continued, teasing my clit with his tongue. "But you're not mine. I can't be selfish, no matter how pretty the pussy is."
He kissed my clit, and every nerve screamed.
"I'ma eater pretty, so know I'ma get you right," he said, voice rougher now. "But you gotta promise me when the time's right you'll come find a nigga."
His words hit different because he wasn't talking to me, he was talking to my pussy. I moaned lowly as my hands trembled with the urge to pull him closer and muffle his words.
Honor.
His name flickered through my mind like a siren, but it was faint and drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the way Solace spoke to my pussy as if it were already his to own.
"Yeah, I know you gon' find me pretty 'cause that other nigga won't eat you how I'm 'bout to devour you."
Solace inhaled my pussy, slathering his tongue upward. My head dropped back, and a hum spilled from me as my senses lit up. Solace tongued my pussy with precision. He chased my taste and carved a memory into my inner thigh that we'll never forget.
"Look at me," he demanded. My gaze locked on his as he put on a show. Solace ate my pussy nice and slow, licking every spot, slurping every drop.
"Breathe, Navy," he crooned, his voice low and grounding. "I think she's ready to cum for me, love."
I gasped, mind spinning, every nerve throbbing.
"I hate I gotta part with you pretty," he grinned teasingly. "You taste good like you trying to be a nigga's favorite meal. But I took great care of you, didn’t I?"
A queef slipped out, and I froze, heat rushing to my cheeks. My face burned as Solace's smirk widened, like he took it as a yes to his question.
"Good girl," he licked. "Tell love to chill 'cause you talking right now."
Another queef slipped free, and my body shivered as Solace stuck his fingers inside, then tongue kissed my clit. I felt dizzy, floating in a haze of lust and fire.
"Take good care of pretty until she finds me again, ight," he muttered, smacking my thigh.
"Yes," I whimpered.
Solace suppled my clit and fingered the Mario coins out of my pussy until I saw stars.
I wanted to pull back, to remember what Honor meant to me, but I couldn't. The world outside this bathroom faded into nothing.
There was only Solace, me, and the irresistible force drawing me to him.
My heart hammered as the haze around me began to clear.
"Solace," I softly gasped, knowing in my bones that nothing after this would ever feel the same.
To Be Continued…