Jaheim #2
“Jaheim, I’m not a prude. We were just hugged up at the club.”
“I know that. I’m a gentleman before anything.” I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and she leaned back into me. “What we eating?”
Liana was scared, but so was I. I hadn’t experienced heartbreak the way she had, but I had plenty of reasons to have a jaded view of love. My father took my mother from me on my twelfth birthday. Being a stand-up man was who I was. Anything else would be a stain on Eunice’s grave.
“Hey, where did you go?”
“My bad, I was thinking about something. I’m good.”
“The Caesar Salad chicken wrap, and fries. Do you want to share?”
“Yeah, we can share. I’ll go call it in.”
She got slightly excited, women. I stepped away to place our orders. By the time I finished, she was humming along to the music in the bathroom.
“This shit is so nice,” she said, turning the shower on. I turned around as she removed her clothes and stepped in.
“You can watch, Jaheim. Sit.”
I pulled off my Polo and put on my white tank before settling onto the sink across from the shower.
Water rolled over her body in steady streams while she let her hair down and gave it a shake. She sighed softly, and my dick reacted.
“Are you enjoying your night?”
I couldn’t answer right away.
My attention stayed fixed on her hands moving over her body while soap and water slid down smooth brown skin. Every second in that bathroom made self-control harder to hold onto.
“You still there?” she called with a soft laugh.
“Yeah, baby. My bad. I’m trying to focus, but you making that shit hard.”
“Better be a pun intended,” she joked, peeking out from behind the glass.
I laughed under my breath, but part of me wanted to ask what kind of fool let a woman like Liana Bloom end up single. Body like hers. Mind like hers. Spirit like hers.
That was a question for another day though.
“All the puns,” I said finally. “And yeah, I’m enjoying my night. I enjoy every night I get to lay eyes on you.”
“Then why have you been avoiding my bar?”
I grinned at that.
She needed to slow down before I ended up putting her ass through a mattress and then straight to the courthouse.
The order honestly didn't matter to me. The more this flirting and tension kept going I’d be trying for babies next.
That was crazy talk from a man who had never envisioned any of this.
But I told no lies. Every word was the truth, and that scared me a little.
“You miss me or something?”
“Nope. Esme does.”
“I’mma let you have that.” I shifted on the sink. “How’d you get Esme?”
“Uhm.” She paused, still moving the cloth along her skin. “When I moved back, my daddy gave me the bar. I found Esme out back in the trash. A little puppy in a big world, abandoned. I needed something that needed me.”
Her mouth twisted slightly. “Sounds pathetic when I say it out loud.”
“Ain’t shit pathetic about you, Bloom. Don’t forget that.” I pushed away from the sink. “I’d elaborate, but I think the food is here.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out.”
Liana emerged from the shower in the plush robe, wet hair, and the look a night in a hotel can only give you. She was relaxed.
“You enjoy your night?” I asked, setting her food on the bed in front of her.
“Hell yeah, I needed a night out and a night in a hotel with a soft ass robe, with a fine ass man, food. The good life.”
I blushed a little, “You a charmer, Bloom.”
We ate in silence for a little while until she broke the silence. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“A lot of things, but persistence, I guess, mainly. Being my friend.”
“With benefits, don’t forget that.”
“Now who’s doing the charming? I’ll be back. You got a toothbrush?”
“Check the bathroom. I stay prepared.”
She disappeared for a second before poking her head back out. “Jaheim, what the hell is this little toothbrush thing?”
I laughed and walked into the bathroom beside her. “You never used one before?”
“No. I brush my teeth like a normal person.”
“Trini, it’s a hotel.”
She rolled her eyes while I opened one for her. We stood side by side at the sink brushing our teeth with those little disposable things, laughing harder than we probably should’ve been.
“This feels fake responsible,” she mumbled around the toothbrush.
By the time we climbed into bed, Martin was playing low in the background, and she was smiling at me like she had forgotten she was supposed to be resisting this. She scooted closer and placed a kiss on my lips. Her minty breath brushed across my lips, cooling them in the process.
I gripped the back of her head and pulled her closer. The kiss turned heavier fast, wetter, needier. Liana made a soft sound against my mouth before swinging one leg over my waist and settling on top of me.
“You know how fine you are?” I asked.
“No tell me, or better yet, show me.”
I untied the front of her robe, exposing her breast. Her chest rose and fell, eyes dark and fixed on mine. I toyed with her nipples leaning up to take one in my mouth. Her back arched as she pushed into me more. I licked, sucked, and applied pressure to figure out how she liked it.
“Yes, like that,” she panted as I went back and forth between her breasts. My dick was dying to be free, but I took my time and focused on her.
“You so fuckin soft.”
I made my way up to her lips, leaving kisses everywhere along the way. Her mouth opened under mine, and the kiss got heavier. Our hips rolled into each other, making my dick strain against my boxers.
The robe slipped, and I was sick of it being in my way. I removed it from her body and tossed it to the side. I laid her down on her back. Her nails scratched my chest as she dragged her fingers down.
“Get rid of these,” she said, pointing to my briefs.
I stepped back off the bed and removed my briefs as she watched without blinking.
“Grown ass man baby,” I said, stroking my dick while she bit her lip. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. She licked that shit, making me groan and shake my head.
She pulled me back onto the bed by my wrist and climbed onto my lap. Her pussy was so fucking wet, I couldn’t wait to drown in that bitch.
My attention dropped to how her thighs spread across my lap, how her breathing matched mine.
I’d wanted this woman since the first night she slid a drink across that bar.
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” she murmured sliding down. She was so tight I had to stop for a second. She kept rocking against the head of my dick, trying to take me inch by inch, but my restraint snapped before hers did.
I pulled her down fully and groaned at the feeling of her walls wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, gripping her ass hard enough to make her gasp.
“Ouu,” she moaned softly. “I like that.”
Slowly she began to move, finding her rhythm. I let her run it for a minute, hands on her hips, watching her face, watching her figure out what she wanted and take it. Her nails found my chest again as she rolled into me slowly, then faster. I matched her because I had a point to prove.
“Look at me,” I said. Her eyes stayed locked on mine while our bodies moved together in sync. “I want you to cum on this dick, Trini. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I pulled her face down to mine and sucked on her lips until soft sounds slipped out of her. Our bodies stuck together like glue as I brought her to her first orgasm of the night.
“Fuck,” she breathed, thighs tightening around me.
I flipped her onto her back. She laughed in surprise at first, but the sound disappeared once I dragged her lower on the mattress and spread her thighs wider.
I buried my face between her legs, cleaning up the mess we’d made while she trembled above me. Liana’s hands found my head as her hips moved against my mouth. She was so fucking greedy and I liked that shit.
“Damn, baby, damn.” I flipped her onto all fours.
I went harder, tearing down another wall between us. My hand cracked against her ass again right as she came apart on my tongue.
Then I slipped back inside her.
“Gah damn,” I groaned. “Wet as fuck. Throw that shit back, Trini.”
I found that spot again and her body reacted instantly, hips pushing back harder while broken sounds kept slipping out of her. My hands tightened on her waist as I fought to hold onto what little control I had left.
I slowed down before I lost it completely. I’d waited two weeks for Liana Bloom. I wasn’t about to rush through her like she was temporary.
I pulled her against my chest and laughed softly against her neck. “I wanna shoot the club up, but I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Yes, I remember,” she breathed. “I’m on birth control. Fill me up.”
The sound that left me afterward was completely involuntary. Liana Bloom had the kind of pussy a man thought about long after he was supposed to move on.
I was fucked.
By the time the episode of Martin went off we were spent.
I rose from the bed and got a warm rag to clean her up. She was half asleep with a beautiful sex glow. I kissed her forehead and climbed back in bed.
She found my chest in her sleep, and I pulled her close.
I wasn’t ready to loosen my grip on her yet.
I stared at the ceiling in the dark, thinking about how we had agreed to leave it right here, a tonight thing, friends with benefits, her words, not mine.
The thought made me sick. I’d told myself I wasn’t going to catch feelings, but God slapped me in the back of the head and let me know I already had.
Fuck.