6. Blyss Monroe
Blyss Monroe
I paid good money for that truth pill, so you better believe I was gonna use it to my advantage.
I wanted to hear all the things Kase wasn’t man enough to say out loud, raw, unfiltered, straight from the source.
Even though he was a private person, real guarded and hard to read, he still had a way of showing how he felt when it came to the truth; it was written all over his face, even when his mouth stayed shut.
So, I invited him out for a little fun, played it cool, then slid the night right back to his place.
We put on a movie, but let’s be real, I wasn’t there for no damn film.
I was there to watch him , every reaction, every word.
The truth was coming, and I was ready. I was munchin’ on some popcorn when his hand dipped straight into my bowl like he paid for it.
“Hey! You better stop,” I snorted, nudging him with my elbow.
“You sound cute when you do that,” he said, smirking as he stole another handful.
“Really?” I tilted my head, eyeing him. “What other things you think I do that’s cute?”
He leaned back, eyes dragging over me slow like he was making a list. “That little eye roll you do when you tryna act unbothered. The way you talk with your hands like you fightin’ the air. And how your voice gets all soft when you want something but don’t wanna ask.”
“Damn… you be paying attention?”
He smirked wider, licking salt off his fingers. “Baby, I been watching you. You just late to the party.”
“Oh… so you been watching?” I asked, arching a brow, trying to sound unfazed, but my voice came out lighter than I meant.
Kase chuckled, low and smooth, eyes still locked on mine. “Yeah, I been watching. You think I let just anybody in my space?”
I gave him a look. “You let people in your space to fuck.”
He smirked. “Yeah… but not to chill . Not to eat popcorn, watch movies, and talk 'bout feelings. That’s different. You different.”
That made me pause, just for a second.
“And what makes me so different?”
He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat off his skin. “'Cause you got me doing shit I don’t even do. Watching movies. Sharing snacks. Holding back when I really wanna… never mind.”
“Wanna what?”
He smiled slow, eyes dropping to my lips. “You know damn well.”
“Tell me,” I whispered, breath catching.
He stared at me for a second, jaw tight like he was fighting himself. Then he exhaled, low and sharp.
“You be smellin’ so damn good sometimes, I just… I wanna taste you.”
My stomach flipped. “Ugh… taste my lips.”
“Nah,” he said, voice raspier now. “ All of ‘em. The ones on your face… and the ones between your legs.”
He dragged a hand down his face. “Fuck. I’m being too truthful, I know I am. I just… I can’t help it. Shit, I don’t even know what’s wrong with me right now.”
I didn’t say a word. Just watched him fall apart, one unfiltered truth at a time.
I touched the side of his cheek, real soft, like I was testing the temperature before diving in.
And then I went for it, a kiss. It wasn’t my first time kissing nobody, but the way he did it?
Whew. That kiss was nasty . Not messy, not sloppy, just deep, slow, and full of intention.
Like he knew exactly how to kiss a woman into a memory, his tongue moved like he owned the moment, like he’d been waiting to taste me for years .
One hand slid to my waist, the other to the back of my neck, and just like that, I forgot all about the damn movie.
Forgot about the truth pill. Forgot everything except him .
Because Kase didn’t kiss like a man testing the waters, he kissed like a man tryna drown you in 'em.
Next thing I knew, I was pulling my long skirt up, opening my legs without thinking, like my body already made the decision, my mind was still tryna catch up. My breathing hitched, chest rising fast. I could feel myself squirming beneath him, nerves dancing through every inch of me.
I was a virgin. I didn’t know much about sex, just what I’d read in books or seen on late-night TV.
But this? This felt different. Real. Like something sacred was about to happen, and I didn’t know if I was ready, but I wanted to be.
Kase hovered above me, eyes locked on mine.
He was breathing hard, too, lips parted like he was about to confess something heavy.
“I ain’t even gon’ front with you,” he murmured, voice low and shaking. “I told myself I wasn’t gonna touch you like this… not tonight. Not like this.”
“Then don’t,” I whispered, but my fingers were still gripping his arms like I needed him close.
He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down, then back up. “But you feel too damn good. And the way you look at me? Shit, I ain’t never had nobody look at me like that.”
“Kase…” I breathed.
He leaned down, forehead resting against mine. “You different. I don’t usually care—not like this. But with you, I’m scared I’m about to ruin somethin’ soft… and I ain’t never been careful before.”
I looked up at him, voice soft and unsure. “If I give you permission and let you taste me, will you feel bad after?”
His eyes stayed locked on mine, something wild and tender swimming in them.
Then he shook his head. “Nah,” he said, voice low and rough.
“The only way I could ever do that is if you want it. I ain’t built to take.
But if you give it to me? Willingly?” He leaned in, lips brushing my cheek, heat dancing between us.
“Then I’ma treat it like a prayer and baby, I don’t play when I worship. ”
My breath caught, and I nodded, just once. That was all it took.
He slid down my body like a man starving, pulling my skirt higher, pressing a kiss to my thigh so gentle it made my whole body shiver. He looked up at me one last time, checking, always checking.
“You sure?” he whispered, lips hovering near the spot that ached for him.
“Yes,” I whispered, heart pounding. “I want you .”
What came next wasn’t rough. It wasn’t fast. It was a lesson in patience, in pleasure, in care. Even with the way his mouth moved, slow, skilled, devastating, it was the way he held me that made it unforgettable. Because for the first time, I wasn’t just being touched.
I was being seen . He got on his knees, hands steady but reverent, like he knew what this meant, like he wasn’t just about to touch my body, but take a piece of it with him.
He slid my panties down slow, eyes never leaving mine.
And when he spread me open, I trembled. I was a virgin, and yeah, I was scared.
But I wanted him to explore. I wanted to be seen, touched, wanted by him .
He leaned in, breath warm against my skin, then gently ran his thumb over my clit, slow, soft, like he was trying to memorize every reaction.
I gasped, hips twitching. And just when I thought that was it, he slipped one thick finger inside me, slow and patient, giving me time to adjust. My body arched clean off the recliner, a quiet moan slipping out before I could stop it.
“Damn…” he breathed, voice raspy. “You like that?”
I nodded, lips parted, too stunned to speak.
He paused, just for a beat, then looked up at me, his voice lower, deeper, but shakier than before.
“I ain’t never touched nobody like this before,” he admitted, the truth dragging out of him. “I done had a lotta women… but I ain’t never cared how they felt. Ain’t never slowed down. Ain’t never… gave a fuck like this.”
He kissed my thigh, then rested his forehead there for a second, like he needed a breath.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he muttered. “But with you? I’m tryna be careful. I’m tryna be better. And I don’t even know how to be that man, but I want to.”
He leaned up and kissed me, soft at first, like he was easing me into it. But that kiss turned deep fast, full of everything he couldn’t say. His hand slid between my thighs again, but this time, he didn’t hesitate. He broke the kiss, eyes dropping to my lips, then trailing lower.
“I need to taste you now,” he whispered, like it wasn’t even up for debate. Like it was something he had to do to breathe right.
Then he sank back down, spreading me with one hand while the other gripped my thigh.
When his mouth touched me, really touched me, it was like the whole world blinked out.
His tongue was warm, slow, devastating. He didn’t rush.
He learned me, licked like he was tryna decode me.
My muscles clenched up so tight I swore I saw stars.
“Oh—” I gasped, back arching, hands flying to his head without thinking.
Kase groaned against me, like he was the one losing control.
“Fuck,” he muttered between licks. “You taste like heaven. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now.”
Every flick, every swirl of his tongue had me unraveling.
And the worst part? He wasn’t even close to done.
Kase was locked in, face buried between my thighs like he belonged there.
Like my body was a secret he’d been dying to discover.
And baby… he was nasty with it. He licked me like he was starving, tongue dragging up my slit slowly, then flicking fast over my clit until I cried out.
He moaned into it, moaned , like the taste of me was his favorite sin.
When he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, my legs started shaking.
It was my first time, and it felt so damn good I could barely breathe.
I shut my eyes, trying to take it all in, body rocking, nerves on fire.
“Shit!” I gasped, hips jerking off the seat.
But he didn’t stop. Just grabbed my thighs tighter, tongue moving in slow, wicked circles, like he was writing his name in cursive, marking me. Then he started talking between licks.
“You like that?” he rasped. “Huh? Can feel this pussy clenching. You close already? Damn…”
I was losing it, mind blank, voice gone. One hand gripped the back of his head, the other twisted in the cushion as he kept that same steady rhythm. One finger slid inside me, curling just right, and it was over. I came on his face, loud, shaking, legs trembling.
“Oh, mmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyy—” I couldn’t even finish the moan.
And that’s when it happened.
The door opened.
We froze.
My skirt was still hiked up, his mouth still on me. And there, in the doorway, stood Jace , eyes wide, drink in hand, looking like he just walked in on a damn crime scene.
“The fuck ?!” Jace shouted, stumbling back.
Kase stood up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest rising like he’d just run a marathon.
“Damn, bro,” he muttered, calm and irritated. “You ever heard of knocking?”
Jace didn’t leave right away. He stood in the doorway, jaw clenched, eyes bouncing between me and Kase like he couldn’t decide who to be more mad at.
Not because we got caught, but because he knew his brother.
Knew the kind of shit Kase did to women.
Knew he was a dog, smooth-talking, reckless, and dangerous with a heart he didn’t even pretend to protect.
“I need to speak to you for a minute,” Jace said, voice clipped and tight.
Kase exhaled through his nose, clearly irritated, but followed him out of the room without a word.
The second they stepped into the hallway, I jumped up and adjusted my clothes, heart still racing from being caught like that.
It was my first time doing anything sexual, ever.
And I still couldn’t believe it happened like this.
Couldn’t believe someone walked in. And out of all people…
it had to be Jace . I just knew he was gonna tell Tuesday.
And once she found out? She’d be pissed.
She told me to stay clear of Kase. Told me he wasn’t the type of man I needed near me.
And now here I was, skirt still crooked, breath still shaky, legs still trembling, and she was about to find out in the worst possible way.
I sat down, trying to calm my nerves, but the hallway wasn’t quiet.
Their voices carried, sharp and rising. I leaned slightly toward the cracked door, listening.
And it was about me .
“You serious right now?” Jace snapped. “You couldn’t help yourself, huh? Had to go and ruin her, too?”
Kase’s usual arrogance faded. I could hear it in his tone, the way that cocky gleam dulled.
“Ain’t nobody ruining her,” he said, voice rough.
Jace scoffed. “Nah. You don’t do careful, Kase. You don’t do feelings. You chew women up and spit ‘em out, and you think just ‘cause you throw money and dick at 'em it make it okay.”
I flinched hearing that, but Kase didn’t back down.
“Watch your mouth,” he warned, voice low and sharp.
“Nah. Not this time,” Jace fired back. “She ain’t like them other girls. She’s not built for the type of games you play.”
Then came silence. Just long enough for me to hold my breath.
“I ain’t playin’ with her,” Kase finally said, quieter. But there was something in the way he said it… that made my chest clench.
“Fuck that,” Jace shot back, angrier now.
“I worked too hard to have what I got with Tuesday. I love that girl. And I’m not about to let you screw this up by hurting her cousin and blowing up our peace.
Blyss is a friend to me, and I care about her like she’s family.
So if you don’t know how to be real, if you can’t be truthful with your feelings, then leave her the fuck alone. ”
I sat there, lips parted, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The truth pill was still working on Kase, but I had one more day. But was he even listening to himself? Was he hearing what he was saying? Because I was, and I didn’t know what scared me more, that it was real or that it wasn’t.