Chapter 17
T he Bachelor and Bachelorette Party
“My sweet trouble.”
My eyes closed at the sound of Rasheed’s voice.
The co-ed bachelor and bachelorette party was tonight, and I’d been avoiding him all day.
It wasn’t really intentional. The stylists came and I was helping them make sure everyone looked good for the party tonight.
Before that, we all went shopping because some of us didn’t want to wear what we’d packed to the party.
And during breakfast, Grandma had taken up a lot of his time when he wasn’t talking to his parents. When he was free, I stayed away.
After last night, I started feeling like things were moving too fast between us.
It could have been because I’d gotten on Facebook for the first time since my conversation with Houston to upload some pictures and videos and he was in my inbox again.
Whatever the case, I played it safe and kept my distance.
It didn’t look like I’d be able to do that tonight though.
Turning, I took in a sharp inhale at the sight of him.
He was dressed in black slacks and a form fitting black collar shirt that accentuated every rippling muscle he had.
Silver and platinum jewelry made his oiled, milk chocolate skin even more decadent.
It appeared he’d gotten a fresh line up on his tapered fade, his beard was glistening, and dark shades covered his eyes, adding more sex appeal to his look.
“You’ve been a bad girl.” Rasheed closed the space between us. “You’ve been hiding from me.” Lowering himself to my ear, he said, “When we get back, I’m going to punish you for that.”
“Aww you look so beautiful!” Paisley commented as she and our parents entered the foyer.
Rasheed casually walked away, and I was so surprised and turned on by his threat that I couldn’t speak right away. Paisley’s brows wrinkled as she gripped my arms.
“You okay, Sis?”
Clearing my throat, I nodded, swallowed, and licked my lips. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. You all look great as well. You ready to party, babe?”
“Yaassss,” she cheered as she clapped her hands.
“Good, because tonight is all about you and your man. Don’t worry about anything. We’re going to make sure you have a good time…”
“Good niiight,” Paisley slurred. “I love you!” She tripped stepping down from the small step into the foyer, which threw off her balance, causing her to topple over. Had it not been for Jason catching her, she probably would’ve fell right on her face.
Covering my mouth didn’t stop my laugh from pouring. “Good night, P. Please don’t let my sister hurt herself, bro.”
“I got her, sis,” Jason assured me before picking her up bridal style and carrying her up the stairs.
We were the last few to enter the mansion after the party, and what a party it was.
As fun as it was, me, Shayla, Tyler, and Rasheed stayed sober and alert so Jason and Paisley could really have a good time.
We didn’t want anyone who had any issues to disturb them, so we took care of everything.
By the time we made it back, I was tired.
“Well, good night, guys,” I said with a wave, purposely avoiding Rasheed’s eyes. He’d been teasing me all night. Being close but not close enough to touch. Looking but not speaking. I was craving him, aching for him, and I had no idea what he had in store for me.
Everyone said good night… except Rasheed.
He followed behind me. When I turned to the left to go to my room, he grabbed my hand and led me to the right.
To his room. My eyes shifted, taking in the differences in his room from mine.
I didn’t really care. Just needed the distraction.
Because he wasn’t saying anything. He was just… staring at me.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I whispered, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m tryna figure out what I said or did to make you think you could play with me.”
My eyes rolled as I crossed my arms over my chest. He cut the TV on and raised the volume slightly so we could talk in our normal volume.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rasheed, and I’m honestly too tired to try and figure it out.”
“You’ve been avoiding me. Tell me why. And please don’t give me no lies or bullshit excuses.”
I walked over to the small sofa in front of the bed to sit down, and he followed behind me.
“This thing between us is moving too fast. We haven’t known each other a week and I showed you my MyChart for Christ’s sake.”
The smile I’d been aching to see directed at me finally broke across his face. “Oh, so that’s what’s had you acting out today? You scared?”
“No,” I rejected swiftly, unconvincingly at that. “Maybe a little. I just… don’t want to move too fast, you know?”
Rasheed took my hand into his. “We can move at whatever pace you want, sweetheart. The purpose of us sharing that information was to keep each other safe. When that time comes, I’m not going to be thinking about showing tests or no shit like that, and I’m not wearing a condom.
Every part of you belongs to me, and that includes your pussy.
If you need more time to come to grips with that, there’s no rush.
I’m a grown man with discipline. I can wait for you. ”
My mind spiraled momentarily. I went from dealing with a man who wanted no parts of commitment and made it clear he wasn’t mine to dealing with a man who’d claimed me the first day we met.
This was foreign territory to me, and I didn’t want my fear of the unknown to keep me from experiencing something good. Still, I couldn’t help but ask…
“What do you mean you’re not wearing a condom? And why do you keep saying I’m yours?”
“I mean what I said. I’m fucking you raw, so it’s a good thing you’re on birth control. Otherwise, you might get pregnant the first time we have sex. And I keep saying you’re mine because you are.”
I shook my head and giggled quietly. “I don’t know what to say to you, sir. You are something else.”
“That might be true, but all that I am and all that I have is yours.”
A part of me wanted to ask him if my sister had told him to say that.
That he was mine. That I was his. But I didn’t believe she’d do something like that.
Whatever this was that was happening between us, it was either a beautiful dream or narcissistic nightmare.
Jason was truly a good guy, and I could only pray he surrounded himself with men of the same caliber.
Instead of thinking this wasn’t real, for once, I decided to trust this was a sign that it actually was.
“Did my sister tell you to say that?”
“That I’m yours?” I nodded. “Nah.”
“Why do you want to be?”
“If I tell you, you won’t believe me.”
“Tell me anyway,” I pleaded, cupping my hands in my lap.
Rasheed grabbed my hand and put it against his heart. I noticed the slowed pace of its beat.
“We got attraction and chemistry, no one can deny that. But when I’m with you, my heart beats slow and steady like this.
I asked my pops how he knew my mama was the one.
Did he feel fire, sparks, passion. He said none of that.
He felt the opposite actually. He felt calm, relaxed, and at peace every time he was in her presence.
Then the other stuff came. You are the first and only woman that’s ever made my heart feel so at ease.
It feels… safe and connected to you. I don’t know why I’m attached to you and wanting you like I do…
I just do. And I’m hoping you’ll be brave enough to give us a chance to figure this out. ”
Instead of responding vocally, I put his hand against my heart so he could feel that they were in sync.
He smiled before leaning forward and covering my lips with his.
This kiss was even better than the first one, though I wasn’t sure how that was even possible.
I melted into the kiss, into him, determined to let him have his way with me.
Because by the way he talked, the way he carried himself, his aura…
I knew I would enjoy every second of it.
We stood and discarded of our clothes. Rasheed picked me up, as if I weighed less than an ounce, and placed me in the center of the bed. He kissed, touched, worshiped every inch of my body. The affirmations he spewed filled my head and gave me a buzz… as if I was slowly becoming drunk off him.
Rasheed spread my legs and marked me. Marked his territory. His tongue, lips… his mouth… the slow dance against my pussy and clit. He didn’t rush me into wetness or a climax. He took his time eating and licking and sucking and slurping and moaning and—
“Oh my God,” I moaned, back arching as he licked from my opening to my clit.
A sizzling breath escaped me as he rubbed and smacked my ass before holding my waist as I came.
Rasheed lapped up every drop of my cum, not slowing the pleasurable assault on my clit.
His hands slid up my stomach and chest, massaging my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
They wrapped around my neck, applying the right amount of pressure as he alternated between licking and sucking my clit and opening until I came again.
“Shit!” I moaned as my legs trembled, trying to remain as quiet as I possibly could.
Rasheed lifted himself slightly and spread my legs wider, pressing the right one into the bed. His eyes bore into mine as he rubbed my clit with the palm of his hand.
“Mm… Rasheed,” I whimpered, pinching my nipples. “That feels so fucking good, baby.”
“Yeah? Show me how much.” When he spanked my clit, I jerked against the bed, but he gripped my waist and kept me in place. “Show me how good I’m making this pretty pussy feel.” He alternated between rubbing and spanking, and when I was just about to cum… Rasheed entered me with two fingers.
He groaned as I pulsed against his fingers, struggling to catch my breath.
Rasheed placed the sweetest kiss to my clit as he pulled his fingers out of me before licking his fingers dry.
“My sweet trouble,” he moaned against my lips before kissing me deeply. I returned every swipe of his tongue until the feel of his long, curved dick stretching me caused my mouth to open as I gasped.
Rasheed held my ankles, keeping them by my head as he filled me with long, deep strokes.
Each time, he’d pull out completely before stuffing me again.
The rhythm had me trembling underneath him as I gasped, groaned, and grunted.
My walls tightened and tightened against him, leaking and smacking and sucking him in deeper.
“Ooh, I…” My back arched and lips quivered. I hissed, unable to warn him that I was about to cum. I didn’t have to. He knew.
“Yessss, that’s it. That’s it, sweetheart. That’s a good girl.”
The more he praised and pumped into me, the harder I came. His arrogant chuckle as he turned the volume up on the TV was warranted, because for a second, I forgot we weren’t alone in this big ass house.
Rasheed lowered himself to me, and I wasted no time wrapping my legs around him. Our lips connected as he kept the same slow pace. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. When his went into my hair then down to my neck, my moans turned into low hums.
“Look at me,” he commanded when my eyes squeezed shut. “You mine now.”
I nodded fervently, too afraid I’d moan loudly if I tried to speak. My nails dug into his back as he commanded, “Say it, Presly. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I-I’m yours,” I moaned before pulling in another sizzling breath. “I’m yours, baby.”
“Mhm.”
Hooking his arms around my knees, Rasheed kept me spread wide and tilted as he increased his pace and hardened his strokes.
His hips circled, and he swirled every drop of cum in my pussy that was getting ready to gush for him.
It felt so good all I could do was keep my arm wrapped tightly around his neck—keeping him chest to chest with me.
My mouth hung open as I gasped and whimpered until we both came simultaneously.