Chapter 16
sixteen
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We ended up at a rooftop lounge in SoHo.
The skyline glimmered around us, and buildings illuminated against the night as streams of traffic rolled through the city below.
The air was cool enough to sit comfortably without needing a jacket.
The music blended into the background, loud enough to vibe to, but low enough to not compete with conversation.
Treasure slid into the booth first, taking her time looking around, probably trying to see if this was a spot she could cut up in.
Naomi followed, slipping her heels off under the table the second she sat down, stretching her legs out with a relieved exhale.
I sat across from them, taking in the view for a second longer before reaching for the menu, though I knew we weren’t about to take that too seriously.
“I needed this,” Naomi said, leaning back against the cushion. “For real.”
“You always need this,” I replied, glancing at her.
She smirked, sticking her tongue out at me. Treasure didn’t say anything right away, just raised her hand when the server passed by and ordered us a round of shots. When they came, they looked harmless enough, but the first sip told me everything I needed to know.
“Yeah, goodness this is strong,” I said, setting my glass down with a small laugh.
“That’s the point, bestie!” Treasure replied, waving to the waiter again. “That’s why we call it a shot.”
The waiter came back again. This time, we ordered another round of shots and our own individual drinks. We took a couple of group and solo pictures before starting up conversation. “So how are you and Kier, really?” Naomi asked.
I met her eyes, knowing she wasn’t asking just to ask. I wondered if she still harbored guilt about what happened in Houston. I was over it, but even I questioned if Kier still felt a way. Treasure leaned back, watching the exchange like she had front row seats to something she’d been waiting on.
“We’re good,” I said, taking another sip. “What made you ask me that?”
Naomi tilted her head, not fully convinced. “Because his mother is here, and she seems extra strict!”
“Tell me about it.” I laughed nervously. “She’s okay, though. She’s just looking out for her son. None of us can be mad at that.”
Naomi laughed softly. “Good, so she likes you?”
“I didn’t say all that,” I replied jokingly. “But she respected me, and I respected her. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just… real.”
Treasure tapped her glass against mine. “That matters more anyway.”
“True.” Naomi agreed, taking a sip of her drink.
Kaori’s song started playing and I beamed with excitement. It was one thing listening to artists, but it was something else entirely when you knew them. I pulled out my phone, texting Kier. It felt like we’d barely seen each other since he was extra busy finalizing things.
Me:
Babe, Kaori’s song is playing at the bar!
Mr. Producer:
“When is the dinner, Sibley?”
“Saturday, but it’s an early dinner. Kier scheduled a car to come get the both of you, so y’all could meet us at the yacht. It will be around 7:30ish.”
“A yacht is crazy!” Naomi shook her head in disbelief.
“Tell me about it.” Treasure added. “I wish I could come to the dinner.”
“No bestie, the yacht is where you truly want to be. It will be filled with lots of industry people. The dinner is just the label.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. We about to have a blast! Vegas 2.0.”
I laughed at Treasure. One thing she was going to do was party. “No Vegas 2.0, for me. I had one hangover too many.”
“Speaking of, we should order some food.”
“I’m with you, big sis.” I smiled at Noami.
We flowed through different topics after that. We laughed, making small observations about people around us, letting the night take over. Sitting there between them was refreshing. I didn’t feel like I had to explain everything or prove anything. For once, everything just felt right.
I was grateful when I got back to the penthouse later.
Ms. Theresa and Al went out for a night on the town, so it was just me, considering Kier was running the streets somewhere.
It was quiet, and I took the opportunity to run myself a bath.
I was tipsy, it was only 10 pm, and Kier had made it clear he’d be out late.
Between the warm bath, the drinks, and the quiet, I don’t remember much after my head hit the pillow.
At some point during the night, I must’ve drifted into a deeper sleep because the next thing I registered was the faint click of the bedroom door opening and footsteps moving carefully across the floor. Eventually I was nudged awake.
“Si, you woke?”
“Mmh,” I whispered. “What time is it?”
“Little after 3. I just got out of the shower.”
Noticing the dampness of his skin, I replied, “I can tell. You’re still a little wet.”
“Are you?” He asked, slipping his finger between my folds.
“Kier, what are you doing?”
He tossed the covers back and turned me on my back. “I need some loving, Si. It’s been too long.”
“With your mom here?” I sat up abruptly.
“Why not?” He asked as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “She’s probably getting her freak on too.”
We both laughed quietly, then Kier took my shirt off, freeing my breasts. He pulled my leg forward, and I ended up on my back as he slid my underwear off.
“Baby, we can’t. She’ll hear us.”
Kier dropped his towel, and the moonlight glistened on his entire body. “Si, look at him, he's stressed” he said, stroking his pole. “He misses you.”
“Stop playing!” I laughed.
“Si, I miss your juicy goodness, please let me in.” He whined in a tiny voice. I couldn’t help but laugh harder, at this point hoping I wasn’t too loud.
I sighed, “Come on, Kier,” I gave in. He advanced forward, and the mattress dipped under his weight as he met me on the bed, hovering over me. “But you better not make any noise.”
“Nah, you better not. I need a taste first.”
Kier lowered himself and took my inner thigh between his lips. I gasped, then I froze for a second, listening. It was too quiet, making every little sound feel louder than it actually was.
“You hear that?” I whispered.
“I hear you thinking too much,” he said, not stopping.
Kier wasted no time, latching onto my clit.
Instantly, my body shuddered from the contact, and I let out a subtle moan.
The warmth of his tongue was comforting, but I was overwhelmed with all the sensations.
His big hands spread me wide, while he buried his face into my pussy.
His beard tickled my cheeks, but soon after, he glided his tongue to my ass, and that sent me over the edge.
I tried to focus on staying quiet, but that lasted all of two seconds.
The more I held back, the worse it got. My body wasn’t trying to cooperate at all.
I pressed my lips together, trying to keep it in, but it slipped anyway, a moan I couldn’t catch in time.
I grabbed the pillow quicker after that, pressing it down hoping it would muffle the noise.
Kier took two fingers and slowly toyed with my kitty while his tongue assaulted my ass. “Kierrr, ahh uhh uhh, I’m about to commmm-” I screamed, and I hoped the pillow muffled everything. Kier had me on cloud nine as I lay there trying to catch my breath.
Kier’s beard glistened as he stroked his dick, ready for round two. My pussy throbbed, trying to recover from Kier’s assault, but we both wanted more. He kissed me, then lay on the bed and tapped my waist.
“Don’t make no noise, baby please.” I pleaded with him as I climbed on top of him.
“I can’t promise you nothing, Si.” Sliding down slowly, I whimpered in pleasure, and Kier’s mouth fell open. “Ahhhh SHIT, Si, you wet as fuck, baby.”
“Shhhh.” I encouraged him as I rode him silently.
Kier felt good inside of me. I eased up and down, steadily at first. Then, I rotated my hips, grinding on him slowly until he couldn’t take much more.
Kier sat up, meeting me, then placed kisses on my neck while striking me on my ass.
He groaned, and every time it sounded like he would get louder, I kissed him, sticking my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could.
It probably helped me more than it helped him.
The only thing harder than Kier’s dick right now was the restraint it took not to moan or call out his name.
Though I was on top, Kier had taken complete control, securing his arms around my waist. From underneath, he long stroked me, pumping into me deeply, hitting my spot over and over.
“Ohh ba—Kier.”
“Yeah, Si, you wet as fuck, squeezing a nigga dick.”
I leaned back, and Kier leaned forward, adjusting me into missionary position. Kier positioned his arms under my legs, then locked his hands on top of mine.
“Damn.” I muttered. “We're definitely about to get caught.”
He let out a quiet laugh against my neck. “Then be quiet.”
The best part about Kier’s celebration dinner was the food, and his happiness.
That’s what I kept telling myself whenever the thought crept in that I felt left out, or to some extent out of place.
This wasn’t about me. Hell, it wasn’t even about us.
But sitting in a room full of people who had history with him, including his mother, his stepfather, and friends who spoke in references I didn’t understand; made me feel a bit excluded.
It was cool, but I also felt awkward. And part of me wished I stayed back with Treasure and Naomi.