Case
I woke up with my dick hard as hell. I barely slept with Roemy’s ass on my mind all night.
I keep thinking about her in that white dress, that conversation we had and making her nut in my DMs. I knew she did.
I could practically feel that pussy through the phone getting wetter and wetter with every message I sent.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand to see that it was ten-thirty. A text sat waiting on my screen from my literary agent and manager, Mason. He’d sent that shit an hour ago and before I could respond, my phone started ringing.
I answered without bothering to say hello. “What’s up?”
“You awake?”
“Bro, I’m clearly awake.”
“Good,” he chuckled. “Signing starts at noon and your ass ain’t even down here helping set up your table.”
I laughed. “I’m gettin’ up now. Won’t take long. Relax.”
“Aight. You need anything?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Cool. I’ll see you downstairs.”
The call ended before either one of us could drag it into some long conversation.
That was one thing I appreciated about Mason.
The man handled business. We’d been working together for four years now.
Back then I’d already built a solid following on my own, but Mason had taken shit to another level.
He handled the foreign rights deals, audio contracts, better distribution, and everything else.
Half the reason my books were sitting in stores across the country was because Mason knew how to make shit happen.
I tossed my phone aside and headed for the shower.
The hot water hit my shoulders and immediately my thoughts drifted right back where they’d been all night.
Roemy. I wanted to feel the version of herself she wrote in her books.
Keeping it a buck, a lot of authors sprinkled bits and pieces of their lives into their characters. I just knew she did too.
By the time I got dressed, there still weren’t any messages from her.
That was cool. I wasn’t tripping. I’d see her at the book event.
I threw on a black fitted tee, dark grey cargo shorts, and a fresh pair of Jordans before adding my chain and watch.
I sprayed on some cologne and, after a quick look in the mirror, I was out of the room.
Downstairs, the hotel was already alive. Readers filled the lobby carrying tote bags stuffed with books, authors moved through the halls and volunteers rushed around carrying boxes and signage. Everybody was preparing for the biggest day of the weekend.
The second I walked into the ballroom, I spotted Mason near my table.
He stood talking to one of the event coordinators while checking something on his phone.
He looked up when he saw me approaching and nodded his head.
Walking over, I glanced over my setup of books, posters, bookmarks and reader swag bags.
Everything looked clean as fuck and professional. “Looks good.”
“It better.”
I laughed. “You know I appreciate you, Mase.”
He dapped me up then handed me a cup of coffee. “You’re already getting asked about.”
“That’s what happens when you’re famous.”
Mason rolled his eyes. “That’s what happens when readers spend money to see your ass.” I laughed and dropped into my chair. He laughed back and shook his head before glancing around the room. “I’ll be floating around all day. If media pulls up, I’ll send them your way.”
“Bet.”
“If you need anything, let me know.”
“Gotchu.”
A few seconds later, he was already walking off toward another conversation, doing what he always did.
Making sure opportunities stayed coming.
I sipped my coffee and grabbed one of my books to start signing stock copies while the ballroom continued filling up.
The energy kept building. This was my favorite part of events like this.
Meeting the people who actually read my work and seeing who really fucked with me.
My eyes moved through the crowd of people and every time the ballroom doors opened, I found myself glancing up, looking for Roemy.
And then God answered my prayers when she walked and then I saw her at a table on the other side of the room.
She looked good as hell in a fitted cream two-piece set that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair pulled up in a ponytail.
And her fucking smile was confident as she talked to a light-skinned woman equally as pretty as her.
Roemy looked professional and ready for the day, but I knew better.
Her ass was a freak and I couldn’t wait to hear the way she moaned while she was cumming.
Our eyes met across the room and she froze for a second before flashing a light smile that said she was thinking about me too.
I smirked and looked away, getting back to my business.
Right at noon, the book event started and the ballroom was flooded with people.
A line wrapped around for me with readers, fans and supporters who’d been following my work since I got out of prison.
I signed books, took pictures, and chopped it up with folks about writing, life, and everything in between.
But the whole time, off and on, I kept looking over at Roemy.
And every time I looked, she was looking back.
About an hour in, my phone buzzed. I glanced down and saw a DM from her.
I grinned and typed back.
I watched her from across the room. She was smiling at a reader, signing a book, but I could see her trying not to look at her phone. She was feeling me. A few minutes later, she responded.
I watched Roemy shift in her seat. She crossed her legs, and I knew I had her.
She didn’t respond right away. I could see her talking to another reader, but her body language had changed. She was tense and distracted. I knew exactly what I was doing to her. Finally, she typed back.
I watched her bite her lip. She looked around like she was making sure nobody was watching her, and then she typed back.
I sent the tongue-out emoji, and she didn’t respond after that, but I could see her smiling. She was into it and I was just getting started.
The signing went on for another couple of hours. I kept stealing glances at her, and she kept stealing glances at me. Every time our eyes met, the tension got thicker. It was like we were the only two people in the room, even though there were hundreds of people around us.
Around three o’clock, I saw her get up from her table and head toward the back of the ballroom.
I watched her disappear down a hallway, and I knew where she was going.
The bathrooms were back there and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass.
I waited a minute, signed a couple more books, and then I excused myself.
I told the people in line I’d be right back and headed toward the hallway.
The bathroom was at the end of the hall, and the door was closed.
I pushed it open and stepped inside. It was a single-stall bathroom, which meant we’d have privacy.
And that was exactly what I needed. Roemy was standing at the sink, washing her hands.
She looked up when she heard the door open, and her eyes went wide when she saw me.
“Case, what are you doing?” she said, her voice full of confusion, but I heard some amusement in there. I didn’t say anything. I just locked the door behind me and walked toward her. “Case.”
I stepped up behind her, close enough that she could feel my body against hers.
I looked at her in the mirror, and she looked back at me.
Her breathing had already changed. She was nervous but excited.
“You been teasin’ a nigga all day,” I said, my voice low.
“Sittin’ over there lookin’ good as hell, knowin’ I’m watchin’ you.
Knowin’ I’m thinkin’ about what I wanna do to you. ”
“We’re at a public event,” she said, turning to face me, but her voice didn’t have any conviction in it.
“I don’t give a fuck where we are.”
I grabbed her throat hard enough to let me know that I was in control and then I kissed her.
She gasped against my mouth, but she didn’t pull away.
She kissed me back, her lips soft and warm and everything I’d been imagining.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and I felt her body relax into mine.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were half closed, her lips were swollen, and she looked like she was already gone. “You been thinkin’ about this, haven’t you?” I said. She nodded, her breath coming fast. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ve been… thinking about kissing you.”
I smirked and slid my hand down her body, over her stomach, over her hips, and then under her long skirt. Roemy had on a pair of lace panties and when I pressed my fingers against her pussy, I could feel how wet she was. “Damn,” I said, my voice rough. “This mahfucka leakin’.”
“Fuck,” she moaned softly, her head falling back against my shoulder. I pushed her panties to the side and slid one finger inside her. She was tight, wet, and hot. Everything I’d been thinking about.
“You like that?” I asked, my lips against her ear.
“Yesss,” she breathed.
I added another finger and started moving them slowly and deeply, making sure she felt every inch.
Her hips started moving against my hand, and I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers.
“You a lil’ freak,” I said, my voice low and cocky.
“Out here writin’ these erotic books, creatin’ characters but all them women really you, huh? You love this shit.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Fuck, yes…”
I pumped my fingers faster, harder, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs shake. She was gripping the edge of the sink, her knuckles white, her breathing ragged. “You gon’ make it leak for me?” I asked.
“Yessss,” she gasped.
“Good girl.”
Roemy’s body tensed, her pussy clenched tight around my fingers, and then she came hard.
Her whole body shook, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.
I kept moving my fingers, working her through it, making sure she felt every second of it.
When she finally came down, I pulled my fingers out slowly and brought them up to my mouth.
I looked at her as I sucked her juices off my fingers, tasting her. She tasted sweet. Perfect.
“Damn,” I said, smirking. “Pussy taste good as fuck.”
She was breathing hard, her face flushed, her eyes still half closed. She looked at me in the mirror, and I could see the mix of satisfaction and disbelief on her face. “You’re crazy," she said, her voice shaky.
“Nah. I’m just givin’ you what you need.
” I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear.
“And tonight after I take you to dinner, I’m gon’ give you a whole lot more.
You hear me?” She nodded, still trying to catch her breath.
“Good.” I kissed her lips. “Now fix yourself up and get back out there.”
I stepped back and washed my hands, watching her in the mirror. She was still leaning against the sink, her legs shaky, her dress wrinkled. She looked at me with this playful anger in her eyes, like she couldn’t believe I’d just done that to her in a public bathroom.
“You’re a cocky son of a bitch,” she said, but she was smiling a little bit. She shook her head and started fixing her skirt, smoothing it down, checking her hair in the mirror. I could see her trying to pull herself together, trying to look like she hadn’t just been finger fucked in a bathroom.
I adjusted my dick in my jeans. My shit was hard as hell, and I knew she could see it. But I wasn’t about to do anything about it right now. I was saving that for later when I had her alone and could take my time with the pussy. I unlocked the door and looked back at her one more time.
“Lobby at 8:30. Don’t be late tonight.” I smirked and walked out, leaving her standing there. My mind was already on tonight.