Chapter 2
“That’s a fine muthafucka,” I said aloud to Kimaji. When she didn’t respond, I turned to look at her. She looked to be deep in thought. “Maj, you good?”
“I’m sorry. Yeah. He just looks really familiar, but I can’t place him. I’ve seen him somewhere before.”
“There’s no telling. He seems to be extremely connected . . . not the typical flight attendant. He’s probably attended some industry shit. I just wanna see what his dick game is like. Girl, the way that nigga walk is telling me he’s gonna be a sight to behold.”
She giggled. “He is fine, but for some reason, I feel uncomfortable saying so.”
I frowned slightly. She was tripping. She was way more ratchet than I was, so her behavior was strange to say the least. “Whatever. I can tell by the way he looked at me that he wanted to see what I had to offer as well.”
“Mm-hmm. If he could get away with it, he would probably fuck you on this flight. Had you been alone, he would probably find a way.”
“Shiiiid, as fine as he is, I would fuck him with you in here. Close your eyes or look out the window.”
“Bitch,” she mumbled as he appeared in the doorway.
“Do you need anything, Miss Arlie?”
When that nigga licked his lips, I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip.
He had my shit throbbing and leaking. I had never been as attracted to a man as I was to him.
This shit was crazy. I always had my fucking guard up.
Because of my fame, niggas were always trying to get at me.
I wasn’t a fucking gremlin either. I was definitely pretty as fuck.
Being beautiful, famous, and rich brought out all the demons in people, trying to tap into what was mine. But this nigga . . .
He could have it all. I’d pay the bills at his mama’s house if he wanted me to. Clearing my throat, I asked, “Could I get a drink?”
His lips curled slightly. “A mimosa? I mean, I won’t judge if you want the hard stuff at nine a.m.”
I slightly rolled my eyes as he chuckled.
His baritone voice was taking me down. His dark chocolate complexion was making me thirsty, and his slight dick print in those tight-ass slacks had me feenin’.
He had to be close to a foot taller than me.
I was only five-five, but I was the stick of dynamite people expected me to be.
“A mimosa is fine. Maj, you want something?”
“Nope. I’m about to take a nap.”
She reclined and pulled her blanket over her, turning her back to me. When my eyes landed back on Graham, I asked, “Are y’all taking off again today?”
“Yes, later tonight, though. We get a six-hour break. We’re going all the way to Miami, but we’ll be back here in two days. You’ll be on our return flight back to Houston. Why?”
“I was gonna invite you out to the concert.”
He nodded. “Maybe another time. Let me get that drink for you.”
I didn’t know how I was gonna get through this three-and-a-half-hour flight without stroking his dick, but I would have to find a way.
I watched him lick his lips as he walked off.
I hadn’t had sex in nearly a year, and my attraction to him was causing my unattended pussy to growl.
I wasn’t thirsty, but I couldn’t control myself in his presence.
I wanted him to get acquainted with my insides.
My mama would be rolling in her grave if she knew how I was about to gift wrap the panties for this man.
I didn’t even know his last name. The fuck?
I knew absolutely nothing about him beyond his first name, where he worked, and his connection to the entertainment industry and elite. He wasn’t a scrub by far.
He did seem like a fuckboy and an aged-out YN .
. . maybe a YU, young unc. I chuckled at my foolish thoughts.
By the subtle crow feet at the corners of his eyes, I knew he was probably a good ten years older than me.
His age didn’t matter for what I needed.
A relationship was not a priority right now.
I traveled a lot. My career kept me extremely busy, trying to establish myself.
The only men in my life were my dad and older brother.
I didn’t have time for clingy muthafuckas.
I tried to relax, but when I felt the moisture in my underwear, I cringed.
Ugh. I would definitely be inviting him to my suite during his break.
I needed him to put me out of my misery, because there was no way I could go through the rest of my trip without some dick in my walls . . . preferably his.
When he returned with my mimosa, he extended it to me. I stood and grabbed it from him, discreetly grazing his crotch area with my other hand. “Can you leave the airport?”
He bit his bottom lip. “Mm-hmm.”
I nodded, then went to my bag and got my phone. I turned back to him, and said, “Save your number in here. You seem to be offering what I need, Graham. What’s your last name?”
“Taylor, and I’m definitely offering. I just didn’t think you would be accepting of it.”
“Miracles happen every day. As long as you know this is casual, no attachments.”
“Sounds like my type of party.”
I knew he was a fucking playboy. I nodded as he returned my phone to me, then sat with my mimosa.
I was eye level with his crotch, and his dick was showing the fuck out.
He slid his hand down it and closed his eyes briefly.
When he removed his hand, that muthafucka had calmed down.
This nigga was a pro. He walked away without a word.
He had a lot of self-control to be able to calm his dick down like that.
I couldn’t calm this heifer down like that if I tried.
It felt like I was on the verge of cumming right in my underwear.
I believed I had a pair of underwear in my carry-on.
Once I finished my drink, I would have to take a look.
When I heard loud laughter, I knew that was Sonya.
I had obsessed over her videos when I was a kid.
That shit made me think I was bisexual for a minute.
She was so fucking fine, and her ass needed a first-class plane ticket all on its own.
That shit was juicy-looking as fuck. Every time Noah would smack that shit, and it bounced, I would get excited.
I just knew they were still fucking around.
Although they were up in age now, I could still see the chemistry between them when they were together .
. . the love they had for each other. If they weren’t, that shit didn’t end as long ago as they said it did.
My mama used to love Noah’s ass. It would be a dream come true to be on his label.
Whenever I saw him, I felt closer to my mama.
It was like I could hear her voice in my head.
“That’s a fine muthafucka right there. His brother could get it too.
He got swag out this damn world. I can tell he would cripple my ass. ”
I could laugh about it now, but back then I would fake gag.
She would be watching old shit all the time.
Half the shit she watched had happened before I was even born, but it felt like I was there in the moment with her.
Going to the door, I noticed Sonya heading to another cabin. I took a deep breath as she passed.
“Hello, Miss Sonya.”
She turned to me and smiled. “Hi.” She tilted her head slightly, and said, “SOLA, right?”
“Yes, ma’am. Wow. I’m such a fan of yours.”
“Really?” she asked with a slight frown. “Are you even old enough to remember my run?”
I chuckled. “A true artist studies their craft. In studying successful rappers, you were always somewhere in the midst. So again, I’m a fan.”
She reached out to me, and I nervously obliged her. I trembled as she hugged me. When she released me, she said, “It was so good to meet you. I’ll have to introduce you to Sharee and Exodus when I come back.”
I smiled big. “I would like that.”
Before I could go back to my seat, I saw Graham heading back my way. Jesus. He was so damn fine.
“You need anything, Arlie?”
The way he said my name made me want to pull him inside my cabin and straddle him. “No. I was just talking to your aunt. She’s sweet.”
He chuckled. “Mm-hmm. Don’t get on her bad side. Been there, done that. You sure you don’t need anything though?”
“I don’t . . . at least not anything you can provide right now. I’m waiting for your aunt to come back. She’s going to introduce me to Sharee and Exodus.”
He nodded. “You don’t have to wait. Come on.”
He extended his hand, and I grabbed it. The heat from his touch overwhelmed me and caused me to let his hand go quickly.
I couldn’t handle that shit right now. We still had two hours to go on this flight.
He smirked and continued to lead me to their cabin.
When we got there, he huffed. Their service light was on. I chuckled quietly.
“What now?” he asked as he opened the door.
Exodus chuckled as Sharee said, “I need another mimosa. I’m tryna get tipsy for my baby. I’m a whole problem when that happens. Since we away from the kids, we gotta make the most of it.”
When I stepped into the doorway, Sharee’s face reddened. She always seemed so modest, so I knew she was probably embarrassed by what she knew I’d heard her say.
“Well, while I get your drink, you can get acquainted with SOLA. She wanted to meet y’all.”
I smiled as Graham walked off. “Hi. I couldn’t just stay in my section knowing that royalty was on the same flight. I had to meet you.”
They both stood and shook my outstretched hand. “It’s great to meet you!” Sharee said. “We’re gonna be at your concert tonight.”
My eyebrows lifted as Exodus chuckled. “Really? That’s so cool!”
“Yeah. We’re fans of yours too,” Exodus said.
I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t believe this shit.
I knew I was big shit, although my label didn’t seem to think so, but I didn’t know that people I damn near idolized were even checking for me like that.
I cleared my throat and tried to calm down as Graham returned with Sharee’s drink.
He had a slight smile on his face as he handed it to her.
That nigga had done something to her drink.
She brought it to her lips and frowned. “Nigga, this shit smell strong. What’chu put in here?”
I chuckled as he said, “Tequila. That champagne ain’t doing shit for you. Drink up.”
She took a sip and almost choked. However, I couldn’t pay attention to her.
I was watching Graham’s sexy ass as he laughed at her.
Even his laugh was sexy. When I saw that platinum grill in his mouth across his bottom teeth, I knew I would be changing my panties when I got back to my cabin.
I would be sure to masturbate first, since Kimaji was asleep.
This man had me so fucking horny. I wanted to run my hands over the deep waves in his black hair as I rode his face.
He glanced at me, and I looked away, seeing that Sharee’s eyes were on me.
I cleared my throat. “Well, it was nice meeting y’all. I hope you enjoy the show tonight.”
“I’m sure we will,” Sharee said. “See you backstage.”
I smiled and walked off but felt a presence behind me. I stopped suddenly, and he bumped into me. As I pretended to be knocked off balance, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head as his lips grazed my ear.
“You ain’t fooling me, girl. That was fake as shit. Just say you wanted my hands on you.”
My pussy gushed, and my knees weakened. When his lips grazed my neck, my body truly went up in flames. This shit was crazy. I was feenin’ for the dick like I knew it. His aura was strong as hell. Maybe that was a sign to leave his ass alone.
I turned to him and licked my lips. He glanced around, then gripped my ass. “I’m gon’ fuck yo’ hot ass up. Don’t have me fucking up my job. Cool that pussy off,” he said as he grazed it with his fingertips.
“How you expect that to happen? Touch it again, Graham. Let me show you what you in for.”
He licked his lips, then leaned over and gripped my pussy from the back as I spread my legs. My eyelids fluttered, and I came. I wanted to scream out my satisfaction. My legs weakened as my body trembled uncontrollably against him.
“Fuck. I’m gon’ fuck this shit up in a few hours. That pussy that excited for me?”
“Hell yeah. From what I saw earlier and what I felt just now, your dick is just as excited as she is. I’ll text you my info so you can meet me when you leave the airport.”
He just stared at me as I backed away from him. As he bit his bottom lip, I knew he was going to tear me apart piece by piece. Hopefully that nigga wouldn’t have me missing soundcheck. I could see now that he wouldn’t be easy to walk away from. I looked forward to having some potent shit like that.
When I got back to my cabin, Kimaji was staring out of the window. She looked perplexed as hell. After I closed the door, she turned to me. I frowned slightly. “What’s wrong, Maj?”
She swallowed hard as I sat in my seat and cringed. I had to change my panties ASAP.
“I know who Graham is.”
I frowned. She had better not say some shit that was gon’ derail my plans. That nigga’s dick had my name scribbled on it. “Who?”
She swallowed hard as I stared at her, impatiently waiting for her to reveal what she figured out.
“He’s my brother.”