Chapter 3
When I left the airport, my dick was ready as hell.
It was hard as fuck walking away from her when she came simply from my touch.
I knew that shit was gonna be good, and it seemed like it took us another ten hours to get to LA because of how much I was anticipating it.
Aunt Sonya held me up a bit, but an hour after they deboarded, I was in the back of an Uber, heading to her hotel.
I had to squeeze my dick a couple of times to subdue him.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I sent her text.
Before I could slide my phone back into my pocket, she responded.
I just got out of the shower. I’ll be ready in just a minute.
My dick rose once again. I wasn’t finna fight with his ass.
Whoever saw the shit would just have to see it.
I didn’t even give a fuck no more. By the time we got to the Omni, he was throbbing.
I needed a release like yesterday. I wasn’t sure where her friend would be, but she could get it too, although she was looking at me a lil too hard.
It was like she was analyzing me or some shit. Whenever I looked at her, I found a frown gracing my features. I didn’t know what her deal was, so hopefully she went and found something to do.
I got out of the car and headed inside as I texted her to come down so I could get to her room.
She informed me that she’d left a key at the desk.
That was smart. I went to the front desk, and I noticed the attendant’s gaze drop to my erection.
When I approached, she looked nervous as hell.
I knew it was because she knew I had seen her. She probably liked what she saw.
After showing her my ID, I was given the keycard to access the elevators. I made my way inside and texted Arlie.
On my way up.
She didn’t respond, but I could see she’d read it. She had read receipts on. That was surprising. I didn’t know anyone who kept them on anymore. I supposed she didn’t give a fuck if you saw she’d read it or not.
When the elevator door opened, I realized her suite was right in front of me.
After looking around, I realized her suite was the only one on this floor.
Her record label was pulling out all the stops to say she was fairly new.
This was her second album. Her first album did okay, but they were hoping the second album did better, especially after her stop on this tour.
Just as I was about to knock on the door, she opened it, still butt ass naked.
I scanned her light complexion from her head to her pink colored toenails and back up.
Her hour-glass shape had clearly had a bit of surgery.
I knew she had gotten a BBL. These days, in the industry, that shit was common.
It was more uncommon not to have one. While I would prefer a woman that was all natural, I didn’t discriminate.
As long as she had a pretty face and a wet pussy, we were good.
Arlie’s face was gorgeous. She had thick ass lips that could probably do serious damage on a dick.
Her slanted eyes gave off exotic features.
She almost looked Hispanic, but she was high-yella like Uncle Shawn and all his kids.
Those niggas were all light skinned with blue eyes.
Kyla had the audacity to have blond hair on top of that.
Arlie had blond hair that past her shoulders as well.
I didn’t know if it was naturally that color or if she kept it dyed.
Once she closed the door, she said, “I ain’t got much time, so we gon’ have to get straight to it.”
I didn’t respond verbally. I took off my coat, then my button-down shirt and pants and laid them neatly on the coffee table.
I couldn’t have my shit getting wrinkled.
She came to me as I took off my white T-shirt and pulled my drawers off as she went to her knees.
I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her. She stuck her tongue out and licked the head of my dick.
I grabbed her by the hair and slid my dick past her lips. “You said we ain’t got that much time, so teasing ain’t necessary. Relax your shoulders so that throat can open up.”
She stared up at me wide-eyed as I began stroking her mouth.
Her lips felt good as fuck sliding up and down my dick.
I went deeper, stroking the back of her throat until I felt the slick saliva take over her mouth.
When I pulled out of her mouth and the spit fell from it, she stared up at me with a frown on her face.
“You see how you don’t like being told what to do? Neither do I. I’m a grown fucking man, not one of these lil boys you prolly fuck with. You tryna go to Euphoria or not?”
I grabbed my dick and started stroking my shit while she watched in silence. She was gonna get a few more seconds to make a decision.
“Arlie, answer my question. If I allow myself to nut on this floor, I’m gon’ get dressed and walk the fuck out of here. You want this dick or not?”
She walked away from me without a word and went to the bedroom, leaving the door open to where I could see her.
She lay on her back, spread her legs and lifted her hips, rolling them like she was fucking.
I nodded repeatedly, then got my wallet from my pants to retrieve a condom.
I headed to her room. The closer I got, the more I could see how wet her pussy was.
“Play with that shit for me.”
She slid three fingers inside her shit as I tore open the condom.
Unfortunately, she fucked up my vibe when she said we didn’t have time.
I planned to give her more than I gave some of these sack chasers.
I was going to take my time with her body, making her cum back-to-back.
Now, all she would get was fucked. If she came or not would be up to her.
My dick played no games and hit the target every time.
Her body was already trembling. Apparently, my aggressiveness turned her on.
I got in bed with her after strapping up and lowered my face to her pussy, giving her one swift lick, then sucked the fuck out of her clit, causing her to spray me all over my face.
Before she could finish, I slid my dick to her cervix and my hand to her neck, jerking her to me.
I rocked her body with my shit, like she was in a rocking chair, while she screamed and her excretions dripped from my beard.
Her pussy was contracting like crazy and threatening to take me out the fucking game.
“Arlie, you got some good shit, baby girl. I’m finna fuck this shit up, though. You gon’ need time to soak so you can put on a good show tonight. You good with me rough riding this pussy?”
“Yeeeessss, fuck!” she yelled, then sprayed me again.
This was definitely that good shit. It made me want to slow down and marinate in her shit for a minute.
Releasing her neck, letting her fall back to the bed, I pushed her legs to her chest and slid in as far as possible.
When I felt her flinch slightly, I knew I would have to hold my position at this depth or take the time to work my shit in this tight pussy.
“You said we didn’t have time. I wanna have your body exploding back-to-back. What you want, Arlie?” I asked as I continued to give her deep strokes.
Instead of answering me, she brought her hands behind my neck and pulled me to her.
She licked my lips, then kissed me. It felt like there was some electricity in that shit.
I kissed her, allowing my tongue to entangle with hers.
This shit was unheard of. I gave pecks .
. . not this. I hooked one of her legs and slowly worked the last inch of my dick in her tight space.
“Graham! Oh my God!”
“Yeah, girl. This that good shit. I like how your pussy opened up for me. Damn. Sexy . . . Original . . . Loyal . . . Arlie,” I said between strokes in a low voice.
That was what the acronym SOLA stood for.
I lowered my head to her nipple and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while she moaned.
Her voice was filled with passion, and it produced goosebumps all over my skin.
Maybe I needed to go back to the disconnected shit I was giving her earlier.
I didn’t know her. I couldn’t be getting addicted to her pussy.
The shit was good though. A chill went up my spine, causing me to vacate the premises.
I lowered my face to her pussy instead. I needed my nut to last as long as possible.
I could usually control it, but she was sucking that shit right out of me.
This probably wasn’t the best idea either.
Her taste was just as addicting. I closed my eyes and slid my face through her shit.
I sucked up her juices and placed light kisses on her pussy lips before slowly pulling her clit in my mouth.
I slid two of my fingers straight to her G-spot, massaging that shit in sync with how I was sucking her clit. I couldn’t help but moan as she brought her hands to the back of my head. She lifted her hips and began grinding against my face.
“Graham! I knew this shit was going to be good. Oh, fuuuuuck!”
She sprayed my face once again, but I kept sucking her pussy, slurping her shit up as quickly as I could. I vacuum sealed her pussy with my mouth and did my big one as her body jerked uncontrollably. I wrapped my arm around her leg to keep her as still as possible while she creamed on my tongue.
I was more experienced than most. I studied the female anatomy like I needed four credits to graduate.
She was going to tap out in a short amount of time.
Since we didn’t have much time, when her tremors slowed, I went to my knees and pushed my dick back inside her walls, winding it into her like I was dancing.
Her eyes opened, and she stared at me while I stroked her. Her eyes were wide.
I could tell that I was more than she was expecting.
That reaction was common. Women assumed because I liked to fuck that I was always about myself.
It was always more enjoyable when the woman I was entertaining experienced everything her body was meant to feel.
I grinded my hips as my dick tore down all her defenses.
When I felt her pussy heat up once again, I allowed myself to feel this shit. I closed my eyes briefly and bit my bottom lip. Her pussy was better than I expected. This would definitely have to be a one and done. I would break her fucking neck if she thought this pussy belonged to anybody but me.
She came hard on my dick, and I joined her this time. Once I emptied into the condom, I pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to discard it. I started the shower and went back to the room with her to find her still on her back, staring at the ceiling.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower, and I’ll be out your way.”
I didn’t wait for her response. I hopped in and used the hotel soap to clean up with.
Since the suite was so extravagant, I knew it wouldn’t be that cheap soap that would dry my skin out.
I didn’t waste any time. I had hopped in and washed and dried off in a matter of ten minutes.
I couldn’t go back to work smelling like sex.
Using the lotion on the countertop, I massaged it into my face, neck, and hands.
The rest of my skin could wait until I got home, since it wouldn’t be seen.
Once I was done, I headed to the front where I’d left my clothes, so I could get dressed.
Arlie was still in bed, just watching me.
She sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts.
I stared at her as I put my clothes on. She was a lot quieter than she’d been on the plane.
I was probably seeing the real her right now.
After I put on my socks and slid into my shoes, I requested an Uber.
Finally, she broke her silence. “I guess I’ll see you on the trip back to Houston.”
I gave her a slight smile. “Yep. Have a good show tonight, SOLA.”
She smiled lazily and fell back to the bed. “Thanks. I need to get up and get ready. I have to be out of here in an hour for soundcheck, then lunch with friends.”
She averted her gaze and cleared her throat, causing me to frown slightly.
“My friend, Kimaji, knows you. She wanted to know if you could call her.”
My frown deepened. “Call her for what?”
“She wanted to talk to you about how she knows you.”
“I’ll think about it.”
She nodded as she propped herself up on her elbow, as I continued. “I have to go.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
I nodded, then grabbed my phone and wallet. When I turned to leave, I didn’t look back. The minute I got to the elevator, I exhaled hard. The chemistry between us was intense, especially after she kissed me. By the way she was staring at me, I wanted to believe that she felt the same way.
I got on the elevator, thinking about how I would forget about this entire experience.
If I didn’t, I would be catching flights, following her ass all over the country.
Then she’d swear I was a fucking stalker.
It would serve her ass right for inviting a nigga she didn’t know to her suite.
I was pretty sure she had security that wasn’t far away.
That didn’t matter though if they weren’t in the suite with her or at least right outside of it.
I could have killed her ass in there before they got to us.
I supposed it was the same vice versa. I could have stepped into some shit that I couldn’t walk away from.
Hell, it almost felt that way anyway. When I got to the first floor, I gave the key card to the lady at the counter, winked at her, and made my way outside to wait for the Uber I requested.
I grabbed my phone and sent my mama a text.
Me: Sorry, I forgot to text when I landed. I’m in LA. I’ll be leaving in the next four hours for Miami. I’ll text again before we take off.
Her: I was just about to text you. Okay, baby. I love you. If I don’t respond later, it will be because I’m in court.
Me: Okay, Mama. Love you too.
My mama didn’t rest. The Hendersons in Nome kept her busy as fuck.
They always had bullshit going on. My Uber pulled up, and I got into the car.
Once I buckled up, I pulled out my phone again and deleted Arlie’s contact information.
She said she didn’t want attachments. I thought I didn’t either, but after this, I would be attached to her ass like a Siamese twin.
I stared at the hotel as he drove away, knowing I was doing what was right for my sanity and hers.