Chapter 7
We bullied that man so bad that he gave us a refund and three free sessions for future use. Not to mention, we made him delete the footage of us doing unspeakable deeds all over that room. Yeah, I would say our first date was one for the books, and it wasn’t even over yet.
We decided to skip the drinks and come straight to my place. Running the streets had earned me a lot of money, which meant that I lived a really good life. My home was big, and Icelynn loved coming over because everything we needed was within these walls.
She giggled when I picked her up and carried her up the stairs toward the master bedroom. Though we hadn’t had a lick of liquor, it felt like we were drunk. On what, I couldn’t tell you.
Love.
I ignored the little voice in my head and buried my face in her neck. She shrieked with laughter and kicked her legs.
“Aight, now. If I drop you, I don’t wanna hear nothin’.” I nibbled on her neck some more, and she squirmed some more.
“You know I’m ticklish right there.” She bounced around in my arms, and I loosened my grip on her like I was about to drop her just as we made it to the top step. She clung to me. “Beretta!”
“Call me daddy like you did back at the escape room while I was eatin’ that pretty-ass pussy. You think we gave that white boy a good show?”
Her head tilted back as she laughed. “He definitely got a good show. I got to show him what good dick sucking looked like.” I paused just outside my bedroom door before I turned around and headed back toward the stairs. “What happened? Where you going?”
“I need to kill that nigga. He done seen too much of you.”
Of course, Icelynn’s crazy ass found my statement funny, but I was dead ass serious. Somehow, I knew that she knew that, too, and that made me want her even more.
“Boy, if you don’t go to your room and beat this pussy up like you been promising all night . . . She’s dripping for you, daddy.” She purred the words into my ear, and I stopped dead in my tracks and turned back around. White boy could wait.
Once inside the room, I placed Icelynn on her feet. “Get naked, baby. Let me see you.”
Like a good girl, Icelynn stripped off her clothes. I walked toward her, and she walked backward toward the bed. Our eyes never lost their connection. Something stirred within me. This moment felt different from any moment I’d had with Icelynn. It was like we spoke without using words.
When the back of her knees hit the bed, I quickly took my clothes off and trailed a hand down her curves.
Icelynn shivered. I was sure she felt the electricity in the air.
I thought that was just a corny ass saying from romance movies, but I quickly realized that wasn’t the case.
The shit was real, and Icelynn was the only woman I’d ever experienced it with.
“You’re so perfect, Juicy,” I muttered as I trailed my finger along her waist.
She bit her lip and gazed at me before she responded. “You gotta be the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
This was also new. We always gave each other backhanded compliments because all we really knew how to do was either argue, fuck, or kick it on some friendship type shit, but this was different.
Just like I meant it when I said she was perfect, I could tell she felt what she said in her soul.
This was a level of vulnerability for us that we’d never reached before, but I was curious to explore it.
“Lay down, baby. Let me look at you,” I uttered.
Icelynn lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
Her dainty hand found her center, and she toyed with her clit as I watched, completely under her spell.
My hand stroked my rock-hard dick to relieve some of the pressure, but I knew that wouldn’t last long.
I needed something warm to slide into. I needed Icelynn.
“She ready for me, Juicy?”
“Ain’t she always?”
I smirked. She wasn’t lying there. Her pussy was like a twenty-four-hour water park, and I couldn’t wait to play in it.
For some reason, everything in me told me to take my time with her tonight, so I slowly walked toward her and lightly brushed my fingers up her leg, to the inside of her thigh, and I gently knocked her hand out of the way so I could see what she was talking about.
I hummed in satisfaction when my finger slipped inside her. She gasped. “You liked when I ate yo’ pussy in that room, Juicy? That why she so wet? You like me pleasin’ you in public?”
“Yes, daddy,” she murmured.
I filed that information away for later. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Icelynn was a wild card, like me. It was why I couldn’t get bored with her. I could be up under her twenty-five hours a day and eight days a week and still not get my fill.
My thumb grazed her clit, and her back arched, inviting me to suck on her hard nipples. I obliged, and she moaned.
“You always taste so good,” I muttered.
“Please . . . I need you.” Her hand caressed the side of my face before she tugged on my locs and forced me to look at her. “Please, baby.”
Baby. I loved when she called me that. It was normally Beretta or daddy, but there was something so soft about her calling me baby that made me want to give her everything she desired.
I kissed her as I climbed onto the bed and nestled between her legs. Our foreplay had happened back at the escape room. Now it was time for the main act, and my dick dripped pre-cum in both desire and excitement.
“Shit.” I moaned as I slid into her. Every time felt like the first. I licked my lips as I thought about that night six months ago when God felt it was time to put something real in my life.
Icelynn came in like a damn force, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
It was true that I had no idea how to be a boyfriend.
I was sure I would fuck up here and there, but I was also sure that from this moment on, I had Icelynn’s best interest at heart.
Her legs locked around me as our middles slowly danced together.
“You feel so good tonight, baby. Shit . . .”
“I ain’t ever gonna come up off you, Icelynn. You hear me?” I moved some of her braids away from her face as I stared into her eyes.
She nodded. “I hear you.”
A moan followed her words, and I knew she was close.
I kept my pace slow and steady as I dipped down and kissed her sensually.
Everything about tonight felt so intimate.
Already, I craved for more moments like these.
I still wanted the wild fucking and aggression we were used to.
That would never get old. But this? This was something new for us to explore together, and that thought made me happy as hell.
It gave me something to look forward to.
It didn’t take long for Icelynn’s juices to bless my dick, and I was right behind her. I had no shame in shooting her lil water park up. Before I rolled off her, I kissed her again, once on the forehead and once on her lips.
It took all my strength to get off her and go into the bathroom so I could grab some towels to clean us up, but I did it.
By the time I got back to the bed, Icelynn’s breathing had slowed, and she looked relaxed. I grinned as I cleaned her up. “Sleepy?”
“Very.”
I finished cleaning us both and discarded the towels onto the floor before I climbed into bed and cuddled against her.
“So, we go together now,” I said after a minute.
Icelynn’s brows crushed together. “Huh?”
I nodded sternly. “Yeah. You mine.”
I didn’t know I was going to say those words until I did, but I knew I meant them the moment they left my lips.
“I didn’t agree to that.”
I looked at her like she was crazy. “Yeah, you did.”
“When?” She cocked her head to the side.
“When you agreed to go on a date wit’ me. You think I’m takin’ a woman on a date who ain’t even mine? You lost ya damn mind, Juicy. We go together. Get used to it or get over it. Either way, you stuck wit’ me.”
Her mouth hung open. I took the opportunity to lean over and stick my tongue up in there.
She tried to pull away, but I didn’t let up.
After a second, she melted into the kiss.
When I finally pulled away, she looked at me in confusion.
“I don’t know, Beretta. Everyone around us says we’re toxic.
You think that’ll go away if we become a couple? ”
“No.” I shrugged. That didn’t matter at all to me. I liked how crazy Icelynn was about me, and I definitely wasn’t changing how I came behind her, so it really just was what it was.
She shook her head and chuckled softly. “This is a terrible idea.”
“I don’t care what you say. I’ma tell everyone you my girl. Matter of fact . . .” I grabbed my phone from the end of the bed where it landed when I took my clothes off.
“What are you doing?” Icelynn sat up in alarm, but I ignored her. I went to my social media platform and crafted a post. When I added the picture, Icelynn tried to snatch the phone away from me. “Beretta! You better not!”
“What?” I asked, confused. I glanced down at the post and smiled.
It was a picture of Icelynn asleep in her bonnet.
Her mouth hung open slightly, and she looked so peaceful.
The caption read, This what I get to wake up to and go to sleep with every day for the rest of my life.
She’s off the market, niggas, so beware and be careful.
I didn’t see what the problem was. The caption was cute . . . Wasn’t that what women liked?
“When did you even take that picture?” she asked as she continued to reach for my phone, which I held away from her.
“I don’t know. A few months ago. It’s your contact photo too.
Might make it my screen saver now that we go together,” I mused.
Yeah, I was open to admit that I was obsessed with Icelynn now and that juicy hot box she got between her legs.
Niggas was about to be sick of my ass. From here on out, it was all about her.
“Beretta! Stop!” she whined.
I ignored her. With one arm, I kept her at bay, and with the other, I posted the photo.
I grinned. “There. Now we really official. Aw, damn. I forgot to tag you.” I tapped on my phone with my tongue poked out so I could go back and edit the post. Once it was done, I put my phone down and beamed at Icelynn, but a frown quickly overtook my features.
Icelynn sat at the head of the bed with her arms crossed and a pout on her face with the sheet pulled up so it covered all her goodies. “Fuck wrong wit’ you?”
“I didn’t agree to that, Beretta. You didn’t even ask me how I felt.”
I scoffed. “I ain’t have to ask, Juicy. I know how you feel about me.”
“Yeah, but a relationship is a big step. I don’t know how to be a girlfriend.”
I rubbed her leg. “And you think I know what I’m doin’? Takin’ another person’s feelings into consideration just ain’t in my nature, but I know that’s somethin’ I gotta work on.”
She snorted. “You think?”
I tugged on her leg and pulled her toward me. When she sat right in front of me, I laid my head on her lap. “You want me to delete the post?”
She sighed. “No. I just want to go to sleep.”
I scooted up to the top of the bed so I lay next to her and pulled her down so she could lay her big ass head on my chest. With one hand wrapped around her waist and the other stroking her braids, I whispered, “Get some rest, baby.”
It didn’t take long for her light snores to fill the room. I wasn’t a smilin’-ass nigga, but I’d be damned if my ass didn’t smile until I fell asleep, and then I was sure I smiled some more because my dreams were filled with Icelynn.