CHAPTER 4 #3
"Tit for tat, Miley. Tit for tat," Terra whispered, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke, her breathing just as ragged as mine.
She looked completely in a daze, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with a sudden, deep-seated arousal.
"That was... oh my God. Did we actually just do that? Did we just kiss?"
"Yup," I said, a wicked, confident grin slowly returning to my face as I looked at her.
I adjusted my posture against the door, letting my hips slide against hers just enough to tease her.
"I can't believe it either, to be honest. But you the one who got it started, sis. I just figured I’d let it continue since you’ve clearly never had a real woman kiss you before. You like it?"
"Yeah..." Terra breathed, her voice a low, gravelly vibration as she stared at my mouth. "You’re not bad at all, Miley. Your lips are soft as fuck. Like, ridiculously soft. And let me tell you something... if this keep going, I might actually have to fuck you right here on this floor."
I let out a loud, teasing laugh, reaching down and placing both hands firmly against her shoulders, playfully pushing her back until she had to step away from me.
"Slow your roll, girl!" I said, shaking my head as I reached over and unlocked the bathroom door behind me. "This coochie right here is premium grade, honey. It ain't for you. Now get the fuck out of this bathroom so I can take my shower. I got a real billionaire waiting on me."
"No, I want to watch," Terra whined playfully, her entire demeanor shifting back into that bratty, childish energy, though her eyes were still burning.
She actually stomped her bare feet on the tile floor like a kid who just got told they couldn't have candy.
"C'mon, Miley. Don't leave me hanging like this. "
"Fuck that! None of that voyeuristic shit in my house," I said, opening the door wide and gesturing toward the hallway with my chin. "I have a career to go build, bitch. Now go back into that kitchen and make mommy some breakfast like you promised."
Terra let out a long, dramatic groan, whining like a teenager as she turned around and began walking out of the bathroom begrudgingly, giving me a heavy, dangerous side-eye over her shoulder the entire time.
But as she stepped past the threshold into the hallway, her back turned to me, the temptation was just too much. I leaned forward, got real cheeky, and delivered a massive, incredibly hard spank right across her backside.
SLAP.
Before she could even turn around to scream, I slammed the bathroom door shut and turned the lock with a loud CLICK.
"NO! THAT’S CHEATING!" Terra’s voice hollered from the other side of the door, accompanied by the heavy, frantic pounding of her fists against the wood. "Miley, you are a literal demon! My ass is stinging so bad right now! You got me all hot and bothered for absolutely nothing!"
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my swollen lips and the wild look in my eyes, a huge, triumphant laugh ripping out of my throat. "I thought you were into men, Terra! Go call your boyfriend!" I yelled back, stepping out of my sneakers and peeling my damp sports bra and shorts off my body.
"I am into men! Or I was!" Terra shouted through the keyhole, her voice filled with a desperate, frustrated heat that I could hear clear as day. "But you out here bringing out the bitch in me, Miley! You can't just do that and then lock the door!"
"Terra, get off that door and go make us some breakfast," I laughed, sliding the glass shower door open and turning the handle.
The pipes rattled for a second before the shower heads erupted, sending a powerful, steaming jet of hot water into the stall.
"You know you can't handle me anyway. You’re a total novice in this field, girl. You’d get entirely lost in the sauce. "
"You can teach me! C’mon, Miley, I’m highly willing to learn!" she whined, her voice echoing through the wood. I could hear the literal horniness vibrating in her tone, thick and heavy. "Let me just come in and wash your back!"
"Go rub one off with those toys in your drawer, Terra! That’s just the morning horniness talking!" I called out, stepping into the steaming stall and letting the hot water cascade over my head.
"Alright, fine! You mean as hell!" Terra snaps back, her footsteps finally fading down the hallway.
A few moments later, past the sound of the rushing water, I could hear the faint clanking of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. She was actually going to make the food.
I grabbed my loofah, pouring a generous amount of my expensive, cocoa-butter-and-vanilla body wash onto it until it was foaming into a thick, white lather. As I began scrubbing my arms and shoulders, the image of what had just happened started to replay in my mind in vivid detail.
I couldn't get her tongue out of my thoughts.
The way she had pinned my hands, the raw strength she had used, and that delicious, sweet grape flavor of her mouth...
it was turning my system completely inside out.
The pigeon on the balcony was miles away from my mind now.
As the hot water beat down against my lower back, I felt a sudden, heavy throb deep between my thighs.
My clit was literally pulsing, swollen and highly sensitive from the lingering adrenaline of the kiss and the heat of the water.
I leaned my forehead against the cool tiled wall of the shower, letting out a soft sigh as my fingers involuntarily drifted down the front of my stomach, hovering right above my pelvic bone.
I thought for a whole minute about what it would have felt like to bring Terra into this shower.
To slide her robe off, to push her against these tiles, and to make her taste me.
To give her a real, life-altering experience with the absolute best coochie in all of Harlem.
The thought made me wet, a thick ache forming between my legs that begged to be rubbed.
But I forced my hand away. I shook my head, letting the cold water hit my face for a second to clear the fog.
"No, Miley. Absolutely not," I muttered to myself, rubbing my eyes. "You have a massive day today. You are an intern at a multi-billion-dollar corporation. You cannot show up to work with your mind full of roommate coochie. Get it together."
I quickly finished rinsing off, scrubbing away the sweat and the scent of the morning play, shielding my mind from the temptation. I turned off the jets, grabbed my towel, and stepped out into the foggy bathroom, the reality of the corporate world settling back into my bones.
Minutes later, I was back in my bedroom, the scent of vanilla lotion radiating off my skin.
I stood in front of my closet, picking out my armor for the day.
I settled on a sharp, slate-gray dress that was perfectly professional but hugged my curves like a glove, showing off the thick lines of my legs and the narrow structure of my waist. I pinned my braids up into a flawless, high bun, applied a subtle touch of lip gloss, and walked out into the living room.
The apartment smelled incredible. The scent of seasoned eggs, melted cheese, and toasted bread filled the air.
I walked into the kitchen, and my jaw nearly dropped.
The small dining table was beautifully set.
There was a large ceramic plate piled high with fresh, vibrant slices of pineapple, watermelon, and red grapes.
Right next to it was a perfectly wrapped foil pouch that I knew contained a heavy, warm egg-and-cheese sandwich on a hard roll.
Two glasses of ice water were already poured.
"Terra... you really did all this?" I exclaimed, looking at the wonderful setup, then at her.
She was sitting at the table, her robe tied up tight now, her hair brushed back, looking completely innocent.
"Yeah. You deserve it, Miley. Today is a big day for you at E-Tech, and I want you to be at your absolute optimal.
You need to start off the day right with a wholesome, home-cooked meal so you can go kill it. "
I narrowed my eyes, a playful, knowing smirk touching my lips as I drew out the wooden chair and sat down across from her. Terra sat down too, picking up her fork.
I used my fork to pierce a sweet, juicy slice of pineapple, popping it into my mouth and chewing slowly before speaking. "Okay, Terra. The food looks amazing, and I appreciate the love... but what’s the catch? Because you are never this generous on a Tuesday morning."
Terra didn't even hesitate. She put her fork down, leaned her elbows on the table, and went right to it, her eyes locked onto mine.
"The catch is simple, Miley," Terra said, her voice dropping into that smooth, heavy hood cadence. "We pick up exactly where we left off in that bathroom the very second you return from work this evening."