CHAPTER 9 #2
"Yeah, I fucking do," I said, the guilt instantly evaporating as the sheer visual of her body took over my senses.
I didn't have time to be a philosopher. I reached out, my hands coming down hard on the exposed, smooth skin of my roommate's ass, grouping the thick, rounded flesh beneath the silk and giving it a loud, echoing spank that made her let out a sharp gasp. "You look bad as hell, girl. For real."
Terra laughed, a loud, throaty sound that filled the room, and stepped back in, her face buried in the crook of my neck. She began to kiss her way slowly down my collarbone, her lips warm and wet against my skin, while her fingers found the top button of my charcoal blouse.
"How was your day at work, though?" Terra murmured against my skin, her fingers working the first button loose, exposing the top curve of my bra. "Did them corporate white folks try you today?"
"Surprising," I replied, my eyes rolling back slightly as her lips found a particularly sensitive nerve along my throat.
"Surprising?" Terra queried, her fingers moving down to the second button, her voice dropping into a sharp, curious cadence. "Surprising how? What the fuck was the surprise, Miley? You found some money?"
I caught her hands right before she could open the third button, my grip firm against her wrists as I pulled her face up to meet mine.
I looked at her with a teasing, wicked smirk.
There was no way in hell I was about to sit here and explain to my roommate how the billionaire CEO of the company had spent the afternoon tongue-fucking me in the back of a luxury SUV while SZA was playing on the stereo.
Terra would either lose her mind or start asking questions I wasn't equipped to answer.
"Is this a fucking interrogation, or are we gonna fuck, Terra?" I teased, my voice dripping with explicit intent. "Because you talking entirely too much for a bitch wearing a red G-string."
Terra’s eyes flared with an instant, dark heat, her lips twisting into a wild grin. "Straight to the point, huh? My roomie is aggressive tonight. I like that shit."
She didn't waste another second. She threw her arms around my neck, her mouth slamming back down onto mine with a renewed, frantic energy. She began walking me backward through the hallway, her hips bumping against mine as she guided me toward the bedroom door.
But midway down the hall, right as my heel caught the edge of the doorframe, a sudden thought hit me. I could still smell Helisa's perfume on my blazer. It was faint, but it was there—that heavy, elite cedarwood and amber note.
"No, wait," I said, breaking the kiss and holding her shoulders back. "I should clean up first, Terra. Let me hit the shower real quick, get this corporate grime off me."
"No, fuck that," Terra snapped, her voice hoarse, her ghetto tonality coming out full force as she grabbed the lapels of my blazer and dragged me forward. "I don't give a fuck about no shower right now, Miley. I wanna make love to your ass just like this. Stop overthinking shit."
With one heavy, deliberate shove, Terra pushed me straight into her bedroom.
The space was completely transformed—the twin bed was stripped and covered in a thick, chaotic blanket of red rose petals, and the scent of vanilla was so strong it felt like a physical weight.
Before I could even steady my feet, she pushed me backward onto the mattress.
I hit the pillows with a soft thud, the rose petals scattering around my head like a crimson explosion.
Terra didn't hesitate. She clambered up onto the bed right after me, her long legs straddling my waist as she pinned my shoulders down against the mattress, her red robe falling completely open to reveal the full, heavy bounce of her breasts behind the red lace.
She leaned down, her face inches from mine, her eyes wide and wild as she began kissing me again, her mouth moving with a frantic, unhinged desperation.
She pulled her face back suddenly, her nose wrinkling as she sniffed the skin right along the side of my neck, her expression changing in a split second from pure lust to sharp, suspicious confusion.
"God, I love your lips, Miley... but hold up," Terra muttered, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous register as she sniffed my collarbone again, her breath hot against my skin.
"Why the fuck do I smell another woman’s perfume on you?
This don't smell like that cheap-ass body spray you wear.
This smell like some fifth-avenue luxury-bitch type shit. Why is that, Miley?"
A cold jolt of adrenaline shot through my veins, but I wasn't about to let her derail the night with some obsessive, clingy interrogation. Terra was already showing signs of that possessive, lockdown behavior, and we hadn't even fully stripped yet.
"Shut the fuck up, Terra, and let me get into it," I hissed, my voice dropping into a hard, authoritative Harlem growl.
Before she could ask another goddamn question, I caught her by the waist, using my weight to flip her completely over onto her back.
Terra let out a sharp cry of surprise as she hit the pillows, her long legs flying up as I pinned her down beneath me.
I didn't want her brain working right now; I needed her completely consumed by the physical reality of what we were doing.
I wondered for a brief, fleeting second if I should actually be fucking my roommate right now—if this was the boundary that would ruin our entire living situation—but looking down at her body in that red lace, it was entirely too late to back out now. The train had already left the station.
I reached out, my fingers catching the front clasp of her red lace bra, and ripped it open with one swift, aggressive motion. The sheer fabric parted, revealing her lovely, full breasts, their dark nipples already hard and pointing toward the ceiling in the amber candlelight.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I muttered, dropping my head down onto her chest.
I began to maul and caress her boobs with my hands, my palms squeezing the soft, heavy flesh while my lips came down hard on her left breast. I took her nipple between my lips, pulling at it with a firm, rhythmic suction, my tongue swirling around the aureole until she let out a loud, high-pitched moan of absolute ecstasy.
Terra’s hands flew up to the headboard, her fingers gripping the wood until her knuckles went white.
"Oh god, Miley... yes, right there," she groaned, her voice getting thick and sloppy.
I switched to the other nipple, drawing out those deep, sexy, gutter moans that I knew meant she was losing her mind. She started thrashing her head from side to side against the pillows, her hips rolling upward against mine instinctively.
"Shit, let me check what’s up under this hood," I said, pulling my face back with a wicked smile.
I reached down with my deft fingers, my hand sliding past the smooth skin of her hip to touch the flimsy, thin red fabric of her G-string.
The second my knuckles brushed against the material, I felt it—the cotton was completely soaked through, heavy and hot with her body's natural moisture. I shifted the thin string completely to the side, running my bare fingers directly over Terra’s swollen, dripping pussy and her engorged clit.
"Bitch, you are fucking soaked right now," I laughed, my fingers instantly getting covered in her thick, warm juices. "You're literally drowning down here."
"Of course I am, fuck-girl," Terra said, her voice getting incredibly hoarse and raspy from the moaning she was doing. "You got me fucked up since this morning, Miley. Now peel that raggedy shit off and eat my pussy. My nipples can fucking wait, for real. Put your tongue on it!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I crawled down the bed, my knees sliding through the rose petals as I positioned myself between her thick, spread thighs.
I reached down, catching the wet red G-string, and pulled it cleanly off her legs, tossing the flimsy fabric onto the floor where it landed with a soft, heavy thud against the baseboards.
I leaned down, taking a deep, long sniff of her exposed pussy before I even touched her. The scent was incredible—clean, musk-heavy, and smelling exactly like raw, unfiltered female arousal.
"This pussy smells good as hell, girl," I muttered, my fingers spreading her labia wide.
"I hope it tastes even better for your greedy ass," Terra gasped out, looking down between her own spread thighs, her chest heaving as she adjusted her posture against the pillows to give me full, unhindered access to her center.
The second her legs were wide enough, I pushed my long box braids back over my shoulders so they wouldn't get in the way of the production.
I leaned all the way in, my mouth making direct, heavy contact with her wet skin as I began running my tongue in long, slow, agonizingly deep strokes up and down my roommate's wet pussy.
"OH FUCK!" Terra screamed out, her entire body jerking off the mattress as the first touch of my tongue electrified her spine. Her thick thighs began to shudder violently against my shoulders. "Oh my god, Miley... that feels too fucking good!"
She reached her hand down frantically, her long acrylic nails digging straight into my box braids, gripping the roots of my hair to hold my head steady against her crotch as I deepened the pressure.
I didn't mind the grip; it let me know exactly how close she was getting to the edge.
I shifted my focus, my tongue hardening as I began tonguing and slurping directly on her swollen clit.
I used my lips to pull at the hood, exposing the raw nerve, making her sweet juices flow easily down her cunt like a river.
I tended to every single drop, lapping her up like a greedy-ass kitten at a bowl of milk, the wet, slapping sounds of our skin echoing loudly in the quiet bedroom.