Chapter 24 Nyree
It took every ounce of self control I could muster to tell Asia we couldn’t have sex last night, but in the end I was glad I stuck by my decision.
Even though it seemed like she was ready to give in to me and I was certainly ready to take it all the way with her, I had to prove to her first that I was nothing like her last nigga.
When we did take it there, I didn’t want there to be any doubts between us.
I woke up the next morning before she did, so I slipped out of bed and watched her sleep for a few moments, a smile curving across my lips before I headed to her kitchen to see what she had in the fridge.
Thankfully, there was breakfast food available, so I made quick work of preparing some scrambled eggs, grits with cheddar cheese, and bacon. While I was in the middle of preparing our meal, Asia walked into the kitchen rubbing sleep from her eyes and wearing a silk robe and slippers.
“You cooked?” she said, her eyes widening in disbelief.
A swell of pride grew in my chest. “I figured we worked up an appetite from last night.”
She blushed and it made me brick up but I held back from showing her how much I wanted her.
Instead, I turned back to the stove, stirring the grits to keep them from getting lumpy. "Hope you like cheese in your grits."
"Is there any other way to eat them?" she asked, coming up beside me. She peered into the pan, then reached up to open a cabinet above the stove. "There's hot sauce in here if you want some."
"A woman after my own heart," I said, taking the bottle from her. Our fingers brushed and even that small contact sent electricity through me.
Asia moved to the coffee maker and started measuring out grounds. I watched her from the corner of my eye, taking in how the silk robe clung to her curves, how her hair was tousled from sleep, how comfortable she seemed having me in her space.
"Did you sleep okay?" I asked, plating the food.
"Better than I have in a long time," she admitted, not looking at me as she focused on the coffee. "You?"
"Like a baby," I said, which was true. I'd dozed off quickly with her in my arms, though I'd woken up a couple times during the night, almost disbelieving that I was in her bed.
She turned and caught me staring. "What?"
"Nothing," I said, shaking my head. "Just...you look good in the morning."
A small smile played at her lips. "You don't look so bad yourself."
I glanced down at my bare chest—I'd only put my pants back on when I got up—and grinned. "So you feelin’ these washboard abs, huh?"
She rolled her eyes but her smile widened.
We settled at her small kitchen table with our plates and coffee. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over everything. It felt...right.
"So," she said after a few bites, "you can cook too. What other talents are you hiding?"
"I'm a man of many skills," I replied, enjoying the casual flirtation. "Photography, cooking, making beautiful women blush..." I winked at her and was rewarded with the reaction I was hoping for—a blush tinged her cheeks again.
"Cocky," she murmured, but she was still smiling.
"Confident," I corrected. "There's a difference."
"Mmhmm." She took another bite of eggs, then asked, "What's next with the Young Dro gig? When is it?"
"Three weeks from now. I need to prep my equipment, scout the venue beforehand if they'll let me. Might need to invest in a couple new lenses with this deposit money."
"Sounds like things are taking off for you," she said, and I could hear genuine happiness in her voice.
"They are. And I owe a lot of that to you."
She shook her head. "You give me too much credit. Your talent is what's getting you these opportunities."
"Maybe, but your website put that talent in front of the right eyes." I reached across the table and took her hand. "For real, Asia. Thank you."
She squeezed my hand, a soft, sincere look in her eyes that made my chest tighten.
We finished eating, talking easily about her work, my upcoming projects, nothing too serious. When we were done, I insisted on washing the dishes while she refilled our coffee.
As I was drying the last pan, she leaned against the counter beside me, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"So," she said, "I have a question."
"Shoot."
She bit her lip, as if debating whether to say what was on her mind, then seemed to make a decision. "How big is it?"
I nearly dropped the pan. "Excuse me?"
A giggle escaped her. "You heard me."
I set the pan down, turning to face her. "My dick? Is that what you're asking me right now, Ms. Asia?"
She nodded, trying to look innocent but failing miserably with that smirk on her face.
"If you want me to pull it out, you could just say that," I said, stepping closer to her, testing the waters.
Her eyes darkened, and she didn't back away. "Maybe I do."
I held her gaze as I slowly reached for my waistband, making a show of it. "You sure about that?"
She nodded again, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
The playful mood shifted, something heavier and more charged replacing it.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind - one about how I was supposed to be playing it safe with her, but another part said, fuck that thought.
I unbuttoned my pants, then lowered the zipper, keeping my eyes on hers the entire time.
Her breath hitched audibly as I pushed my boxers down just enough to free myself.
Her eyes dropped, and I watched her reaction—the slight widening of her eyes, the parting of her lips. She reached out slowly, almost hesitantly, and wrapped her fingers around me. I sucked in a sharp breath at her touch.
"Is this okay?" she asked, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.
"More than okay," I managed to say, my voice rougher than I intended.
She stroked me slowly, watching my reactions. Then, without warning, she sank to her knees in front of me.
"Asia," I said, my heart racing, caught off guard by the sudden move.
She looked up at me from her position, her hand still working me slowly. "Is this okay?" she asked again, and the uncertainty in her voice made something protective flare inside me.
I swallowed hard, reaching down to cup her cheek. "Yeah. But only if you want to."
A small smile curved her lips. "I want to."
She leaned forward and took me into her mouth, and I had to brace one hand against the counter behind me. The wet heat of her mouth around me was almost too much to bear. She started slow, taking her time, finding her rhythm.
"Fuck," I breathed, my free hand moving to the back of her head, not pushing or guiding, just resting there, feeling the movement as she took me deeper.
She hummed around me, much like I had done to her last night, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through the pit of my belly. Her hands joined in, one wrapped around what wouldn't fit in her mouth, the other cupping beneath.
I looked down at her, and the sight of her on her knees, those full lips stretched around me, those eyes looking up at mine—it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
"Asia," I groaned, my knees nearly buckling as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Damn, baby."
She pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head before taking me deep again, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. The combination of her mouth, her hands, and the fact that it was Asia—the woman who'd been driving me crazy for weeks—was too much.
"I'm close," I warned her, giving her the chance to pull away.
But instead of stopping, she increased her pace, her eyes still locked on mine, and that was what pushed me over the edge. I came with a groan, my fingers tightening in her hair as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
When I could think straight again, I looked down to find her sitting back on her heels, a satisfied smile on her face as her tongue circled her lips.