21. Nourah Marcell
“Wait a second. You got a liquor stash under your desk?”
I laughed as I bent down and pulled out my personal bottle of tequila. It wasn’t even that big, so PB was really doing too much.
I playfully rolled my eyes at him. “First of all, I be getting stressed when I’m in here sketching and trying to come up with new ideas. Sometimes I need a little sip to get my creative juices flowing. Mind your business.”
“Creative juices?” He chuckled. “That’s what you calling it?”
“That’s exactly what I’m calling it.”
I pulled two cups from the cabinet before walking over to my little countertop ice maker. After scooping ice into both cups, I returned the scooper, carried them back to my desk, and popped open the bottle.
“Damn,” he complained as I poured tequila into both cups. “You got me drinking white again.”
“Sorry, bookie.”
I held my cup out toward him. “Let’s make a toast.”
PB picked his up. “Okay. What we toasting to?”
“Just us being us.”
He laughed. “I ain’t never heard that toast before, but fuck it. I’ll drink to it.”
We tapped our cups together before taking the shots.
The tequila burned its way down my throat, making my entire face twist. I grabbed my chest with one hand as I lowered my cup with the other.
“Whew!”
His face wasn’t much better.
“See?” I laughed. “You can’t even handle it.”
“Man, please. I handled that shit better than you.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
I set my cup down, took his from him, and placed it beside mine.
“Okay, come on. Let me give you a tour. It’s not too big in here, but use your imagination.”
He slowly glanced around the office. “This about the same size as your apartment.”
I cut my eyes at him. “Don’t forget, I will cut you.”
“You always threatening somebody.”
“And you keep coming around, so clearly you like it.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the desk.
My office wasn’t huge, but it was mine. Every inch of it represented something I had worked for. I showed him my sewing machine, the different needles and threads I used, and the shelves where I kept my fabric.
“This is a four-way stretch. That means it stretches in every direction instead of only from side to side.”
PB picked up a piece of fabric and examined it like he knew what he was looking at.
“So, what would you make with this?”
“That depends on the fabric, how much stretch it has, and what kind of support I need it to provide. Everything can’t be used for everything.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “You really know your shit.”
“I better. Bodied By NouNou didn’t get this far off luck.”
He smiled. “Understood.”
I led him to the large worktable where I had several unfinished sketches spread out. He picked up my sketchbook and began flipping through it.
“Damn.”
“What?”
“These are fire. I’m not even gon’ lie.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“Nah, really.” He lifted his gaze from the book. “You’re talented as hell.”
The sincerity in his voice made my smile grow. Compliments hit differently when they came from his fine ass!
I leaned against the edge of the table while he continued looking through my work. When he finally glanced up, I was staring at him.
His eyes slowly moved over my face.
“I gotta get you to make something for my baby.”
“Awww, that would be so cute. I don’t get to make children’s clothes that often, but I have a few sketches in there for kids.”
“I’m holding you to it.”
“You should. I’d love to make something for Summer.”
He placed the sketchbook back onto the table, but instead of stepping away, he remained directly in front of me.
“I can make something for you too.” I leaned to the side and reached for my measuring tape.
“You gone get ya boy right?”
I nodded. “Always.”
I squatted in front of him and pretended like I was measuring from his crotch down to his ankle. He looked down at me, licked his lips, and then said, “Aight, keep playing.”
I laughed and stood up, tossing the measuring tape back to the side. “Okay, fine. Let me stop. I wouldn’t wanna get in trouble.”
For a few seconds, neither one of us spoke.
I was back leaning against the table. That same tension that had been following us around all day settled between us again.
His eyes dropped to my lips.
Mine did the same.
Before either one of us could make the first move, he backed away and returned to my desk. He grabbed the bottle and picked it up.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, look at Mr. You Got Me Drinking White Again. Now you want another shot?”
“Shut up.” He twisted the cap off.
I could’ve reached for my cup, but the tequila had already made me feel bold. Or maybe I was tired of pretending I hadn’t been thinking about this man in ways I had no business thinking about him.
I walked over, stopped in front of him, and stuck out my tongue.
His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, shit.”
I smiled without pulling my tongue back inside my mouth.
“You about to get something started,” he warned.
I straightened. “What am I about to get started?”
“You about to make my dick hard.”
The bluntness of his answer caught me off guard.
I stared at him for a moment before slowly sticking my tongue out again.
Princeton’s eyes darkened.
He tipped the bottle, pouring just enough tequila into my mouth. I swallowed it, sucked in a breath, and reached for the bottle.
“Let me do you.”
“Man, hell nah. You not about to have me driving the boat or whatever the hell y’all call that shit.”
“Don’t act like you don’t know how to say it.” I laughed, trying to take the bottle from him. “Come here and let me help you drive the boat.”
“Nah. I got a better idea.”
Before I could ask what it was, he stepped closer.
One hand held the bottle while the other came up to my neck. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to make the heat already moving through my body settle much lower.
He looked directly into my eyes as he poured another splash of tequila into my mouth.
Before I could swallow, he leaned forward and kissed me.
My eyes closed instantly.
The kiss was messy, wet, and completely unexpected. The tequila burned between us as his tongue met mine. Somewhere in the middle of it, he set the bottle down and pulled me closer.
I wrapped both arms around his neck.
The kiss intensified as his hands traveled down my body, gripping my hips before settling over my ass. I pressed myself against him, feeling exactly what he had warned me I was about to cause.
A hard dick.
That same big dick that I had dreamed about because it was pretty, trimmed neatly, and girthy as fuck. Mmm!
When I finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard.
His forehead rested against mine.
“My bad,” he murmured. “I couldn’t resist.”
I surprised myself by saying breathlessly, “Do me a favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Go make sure my office door is locked.”
He stepped back and looked at me.
His eyebrows rose, but a slow smile spread across his face. “Aight.”
He did as he was told and even closed the blinds. When he turned around, his gaze found mine again.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think some shit was about to go down in here.”
I lifted my hand and curled my finger, motioning for him to come closer.
“Oh, something is definitely about to go down,” I replied seductively.
I placed both hands against his chest and pushed him backward into my office chair, then stood between his legs.
I unbuttoned my jeans without taking my eyes off him.
“We’re grown, and the way you’ve been looking at me…had my pussy throbbing all day.”
His lips parted. “Nourah…”
I stepped out of my jeans and walked into his space, straddling his lap.
He kissed me. It was ten times better than the kiss we just shared. I started grinding on his dick, and it was poking, bricking up just like I liked it.
I pulled away from the kiss long enough to whisper, “Do you have a condom?”
Princeton searched my face. “You really wanna fuck right here?”
“Why not? I’ve never fucked in my office before…but I’ve always wanted to.”
He gave me another long look. “You sure?”
“Does it feel like I’m sure?”
I reached between us, slipped my hand inside his pants, and began rubbing his dick.
He licked his lips as he stared at me lustfully. “Well, I’m not gon’ stop you from doing what you wanna do.”
“Good.”
I stood and removed my shirt before tossing it onto the floor. I was left standing in front of him in my purple bra and matching G-string.
I turned around and sat on his lap again, leaning back until my back rested against his chest. His hands moved around to my titties as I turned my head to the side.
I reached behind me, placed my hand against the back of his head, and pulled him into another kiss.
I moaned as he began massaging my nipples. I bit down on his bottom lip, feeling him getting even harder beneath me.
I stood up, slowly walked over to my desk, and looked back at him.
“Come here… before I change my mind.”
The whole time, I couldn’t believe how bold I was being, but I was tired of playing.
I wanted what I wanted.
I was horny, and I was no longer with Carl. I had wanted to sleep with Princeton for the longest, but I kept trying to put up a wall between us.
Now, I knew his BM was no longer living in his house, and he was preparing to fight for custody of Summer.
I couldn’t even lie. That had low-key turned me on.
It showed me that he was taking charge and doing what needed to be done. Most importantly, it showed me that he was keeping his word.
PB stood from the chair and walked toward me.
His eyes were low as he watched me. The office suddenly felt hotter, and I could feel those shots kicking in.
I leaned over my desk.
He stepped behind me and pulled my panties all the way down. I slowly stepped out of them before kicking them to the side.
Princeton reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a condom. Then, he lowered his pants and boxers.
I looked over my shoulder at him, biting down on my bottom lip as he slowly rolled the condom on. We maintained eye contact the entire time.
He surprised me when he bent down behind me and spread my cheeks.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.
My back was arched as he ate the fuck outta my pussy from the back. He was… skilled. Ten outta muthafuckin’ ten! He was flicking his tongue so fast on my pearl that I had to look back and make sure he hadn’t snuck and pulled out a rose toy.
Then, he inserted two fingers, and they sent me over the edge. It didn’t take me long to cum when the head was that good, but just as I was on the verge, he stopped and stood up.
He smacked my ass so hard that the sound echoed throughout my office.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back with one hand. With the other, he guided himself inside me.
It took him a couple of tries because I tensed up.
“Nah, don’t run from this dick now,” he said.
He began moving slowly, sliding in and out until I relaxed enough for him to fully fill me.
A deep groan left him as he released my hair and placed both hands against my hips.
His slow thrusts turned into long, deep strokes.
“Mmmm,” I moaned.
“Shit, Nourah… you wet as fuck,” he groaned. “After this…you mine.”
He smacked my ass again before gripping my hips tighter. I started throwing it back against him, meeting each one of his thrusts.
The wet, macaroni sounds filled the office while our moans grew louder. Things fell from my desk and crashed onto the floor, but neither one of us cared enough to stop.
“Shiiit, PB! Oh, my God!”
He kept going, and maybe five minutes later, I felt the pressure building.
My stomach tightened as he continued fucking me.
“Harder,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “Mmm, PB, please. Don’t stop. I’m about to…”
I gasped.
“Yeah, come on this dick.”
“I’m…I’m…mmmm!”
“This pussy so fucking good. Fuuuuck!”
We reached our climax together.
Princeton leaned over me as we both struggled to catch our breath. Sweat covered our bodies. It was so hot, it felt like somebody had turned the AC off.
I looked back at him and smiled.
He pulled out, but his entire expression suddenly changed.
“Oh, shit.”
“What?”
There was a pause as I turned to face him.
“The fucking condom popped.”
My smile immediately disappeared. “What?”
Before I could say anything else, gunshots rang out.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
I screamed as the windows shattered.
“Get the fuck down!”
PB immediately jumped on top of me, using his body to shield mine as glass flew throughout the office.
We fell to the floor.
He scrambled around, searching for his gun. As soon as he found it, he took off the safety, aimed, and started bussing back.
I screamed even louder as more shots tore through the office.
“PB!”
He continued firing.
Then, a sharp pain ripped through my arm.
“PB!”
He looked back at me.
“I…” I pressed my hand over the burning spot. When I pulled it away, my palm was covered in blood. “I think I got shot.”
“Fuck!”