Prologue #6
It could’ve been that I was horny…
It could’ve been how fine she was…
Hell, it could’ve been that I already decided she was mine for the night…
Whatever the reason, I wasn’t interested in overthinking shit.
As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, she backed herself against the wall and waited. Her hair had fallen slightly out of place, but somehow that only made her look more prepared for what was about to go down.
“Why are you all the way over there?” she asked, her words carrying the slightest slur as she leaned heavier against the wall. Her eyelids were low and her smile was loose and reckless. “Don’t tell me you got cold feet now that we’re alone.”
I ran my tongue over my lips and grabbed my dick through my pants, eyeing her like temptation had finally grown a body.
“Nah, ma. I’m just studying what I’m about to get real familiar with.”
I never flirt, tease, chase, or waste time on all that back-and-forth shit.
All I have to do is send a location, tell a woman what time to be there, and we skip straight to the reason she came.
But with this one? I don’t mind dragging it out a little.
I wanna hear every slick thing that comes out of her mouth, watch that boldness hold up under pressure, and see if she can keep the same energy now that we’re alone.
She sauntered toward me with a slow, teasing sway, each step testing the little restraint I had left. Once she was standing in front of me, she traced a finger slowly down my torso.
“Then study faster, because I didn’t come in here just to let you admire my body or for us to have small talk. We could’ve stayed out there for that.”
Her finger stopped at the waistband of my pants.
“Besides, I have somewhere to be early tomorrow, so I can’t stay out too much longer. Someone could also walk in here at any second, which means we don’t have time to waste.”
I gripped her chin and tilted her face up toward mine.
“I’ll make sure you get home at a decent hour. I respect people’s time, schedules, and responsibilities.” My thumb brushed across her bottom lip. “But don’t confuse that with me planning to rush.”
My eyes roamed lazily over her body before returning to her face.
“And nobody will interrupt us. That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about.
If I wanted to occupy this muthafucka for the rest of the night, I got the authority to do exactly that.
Nobody’s coming through that door unless I allow it.
Hell, if I wanted this whole place cleared out for the rest of the night, all I have to do is say the word and no one will dare question me. ”
Her lips parted beneath my thumb.
“And yeah, I gotta it like that before you ask.”
She dragged her fingers slowly over my waves, letting her nails graze my scalp.
“Impressive. So, tell me straight up… what’s going through that head of yours?
What do you wanna do to me before we walk back out that door?
” Her eyes dipped to my mouth before adding, “And don’t you dare be polite about it. ”
I tightened my grip on her chin, forcing her eyes to remain on mine.
“I’m finna give you exactly what you’ve been asking for before either one of us sobers up and remembers we got standards.”
I lowered my mouth until it barely brushed hers, teasing her with the kiss instead of giving it to her.
“You cool with that?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, staring at me like she wanted to challenge every ounce of restraint I had left.
“That works perfectly for me.”
That was all the permission I needed.
I crashed my mouth against hers, kissing her like we’d done that before and she’d come back because nobody else had measured up.
A soft moan slipped from her lips as my hands traveled down her body and disappeared beneath the hem of that little-ass dress she had no business wearing around me.
The material was thin, short, and molded to every curve like it had been designed specifically to test my self-control.
My palms closed around her ass, squeezing hard enough to pull another sound from her. Her ass was soft, thick, and damn near perfect. It fit into my hands so well that I had to remind myself she wasn’t mine to keep.
She tore her mouth away from mine, breathing hard as she looked up at me. “Surely you plan on doing more than just grabbing my ass all night, right?”
A slow smile spread across my face as I pulled her tighter against the hardness pressing between us.
“Hell yeah. We just getting started, ma.”
“Good. Because drunk and horny don’t mix well with slow hands.”
I chuckled lowly, sliding one hand farther beneath her dress. “Ain’t shit slow about me. I’m just taking my time because once I stop being patient, you ain’t gon’ be worried about work, the time, or who might be outside that door.”
Her smirk faltered, replaced by something darker. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
“Nah.” I lowered my mouth beside her ear. “It’s supposed to prepare you.”
With no warning, I scooped her up quickly. Her legs wrapped around me mid-air, causing the dress to ride up her waist. The way she moaned into my mouth told me she wanted that shit just as bad as I did, if not more.
After placing her on the counter, I gripped her thighs and pulled her to the edge. The movement made her sway slightly, so she grabbed my shoulders to steady herself.
With the fabric up higher, I caught a glimpse of a birthmark on her upper right thigh that was shaped like a little star. It was unique as hell… just like her.
“Bathroom counter,” she said bringing me back to the moment. “Classy.”
I leaned in until my lips brushed the shell of her ear.
“Ain’t shit classy about what I’m about to do to you, though,” I warned, my words thick and nasty.
“Classy went out the window the second you invited me in here. I’m about to push that little-ass dress up around your waist and fuck you until you forget you got somewhere to be in the morning.
Them people outside gon’ hear every moan, every curse, every cry, and every time you beg me not to stop.
And when I’m done, you ain’t walking out of here like nothing happened.
Yo’ legs gon’ be shaking, that pussy gon’ still be throbbing, and every time you sit down for the next few days, your body gon’ remind you exactly who had you losing yo’ mind. ”
My voice dropped, low and merciless.
“My ultimate goal tonight is to make sure you remember how I tore that pussy up, how many times you begged me for more, and how fast all that bold shit disappeared once I had you calling on God like he sent me personally.”
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.
“By morning, curiosity won’t be the only thing satisfied.”
The look she gave me said, Nigga, if you don’t stop talking and give me this dick.
A low chuckle rolled from my chest. “I’m ’bout to give you exactly what you looking at me like you need.”
My hand tightened around her waist, but I didn’t move any closer.
“But before I touch you again, use that bold-ass mouth and tell me you want this shit. I’m all about consent. I might ruin your train of thought for the rest of the night, but I’m not ruining my life over a misunderstanding.”
And I meant that shit.
When it came to consent, I needed clarity, not assumptions. I didn’t move off hints, mixed signals, or drunken maybes. I talked shit, yeah. But I required a clear yes before the dick ever left my pants.”
Why?
Because I didn’t play about a woman throwing the word rape on my name afterward because she regretted what happened or wanted revenge.
I had too much to lose to ever leave something like that open to interpretation.
A lie like that could destroy everything a man built, and any bitch stupid enough to weaponize it against me would be signing her own obituary.
It was too much willing pussy in the world for a nigga like me to force myself on anybody.
Hell, women volunteered before I even finished asking.
Yeah, shawty is fine as fuck, but I’ll kill the entire mood and leave her standing here horny, a bit confused, and irritated before I touch her without absolute certainty that she’s with it.
And if she ever lie and claim otherwise, being beautiful won’t save her.
I’ll bury her while remembering exactly how good she looks.
Her lips curved before she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.
“What you doing?” I asked.
“Creating evidence.” She winked.
She then opened the camera, switched it to record, then raised one hand like she was being sworn in.
“Let the record show that I am of sound mind, fully consenting, and requesting immediate action. Nobody coerced me, and I am prepared to accept whatever consequences come with my decision. Therefore, I waive my right to remain untouched and respectfully request that this man stop wasting the court’s time and fuck me like he’s been threatening to before I file a formal complaint for excessive teasing. ”
She angled the camera closer to her face.
“No further questions, Your Honor. The witness is horny.”
Then she stopped the recording and held the phone up with a satisfied smile.
I stared at her for a second before a laugh broke loose.
Shawty was clearly a tipsy as hell when she made that “oath”, but she wasn’t slurring, stumbling, or seemed confused about what she wanted.
“The court finds the witness credible,” I ruled. “The court will allow the video into evidence.”
I took the phone from her hand and set it aside.
“But don’t get comfortable on that stand,” I included. “That recording might satisfy the court, but I’m still gon’ make sure you mean that shit every step of the way.”
My thumb traced slow, deliberate circles along her thigh. That possessive touch served as a quiet reminder that, for however much time we had left, she belonged to me.
“Court is now in session, and judging by the evidence, this hearing might last all damn night.”