Chapter 17 #2
I was spoiled. Not only was Azani romantic, intentional, and emotionally intelligent, but he was also protective and very self-aware. You know how women say they wish they could build a man? I didn’t have to. I had everything I needed right in front of me.
Azani did the most on that four-wheeler. No matter how much I screamed for him to slow down, he drove faster. Hitting corners so sharp I thought we would topple over. Just reckless as hell, laughing while I begged for my life.
My heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from the way he drove the four-wheeler; it was because his other surprise was waiting inside my dance room. He kept stealing glances at me as Vic drove us home. He probably thought I was still mad, but I wasn’t; I was nervous, and I couldn’t understand why.
“You almost killed me,” I muttered as Vic pulled down the driveway.
“You dramatic as hell, Dev.” He chuckled, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it.
“Azani, my soul left my body three different times! I was scared for my life.”
He laughed so hard, throwing his head back like what I said was the funniest thing in the world. “Come on, baby. Don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry.”
I rolled my eyes, but when he dragged me closer, I melted into him anyway.
When the truck stopped, Azani let me out.
I could barely make eye contact with him because I knew once he got his hands on me, we wouldn’t be getting any sleep.
Stepping inside the house, I knew Vic had made sure to keep everyone away from my dance room. We needed privacy.
Before Azani could reach the steps, I grabbed his hand. “Meet me in my dance room in twenty minutes.”
The way he looked at me, I knew he understood why. “Okay… I’ll beat you there.”
Once we reached the top of the steps, I went toward the room he had set up for me, and he went to our bedroom.
I’d probably only slept in the room that was supposed to be mine a handful of times, and even then, I’d end up in our room anyway.
The space he created for me, I didn’t want. I wanted to be right up under him.
I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath.
The dance outfit I chose was already hanging in my closet along with the new dance shoes I bought.
I undressed, showered, and got into my dance outfit, all in fifteen minutes.
The only thing I took my time doing was trying to slow my heartbeat and pick a robe to walk through the house with that wouldn’t have him trying to kill my security.
Eventually, I found one. Stepping out of the room, I could smell Azani in the hallway, so I knew he was already there.
My stomach flipped over and over from the anticipation of him watching me.
It was something about the way he looked at me every time I danced for him that made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
Like he couldn’t see anybody but me. And I believed it.
As I walked through the house, the guards turned their heads.
I smirked, passing through, because I knew it was Vic’s doing.
The closer I got to my dance room, the harder my hands shook.
I took a deep breath, then opened the door.
Azani was sitting right in front of my pole, smoke curling around his head from the blunt in his mouth, music already playing low.
He turned on the red lights… Azani knew exactly what I came here to do.
I walked slowly toward him, untying my robe—the pants he had on matched the color of the floss I was wearing tonight. They hung low on his waist, and from where I stood, I could see just how much he loved what he saw.
“Bratty Baby,” he said, low and deep in his chest. “You know how I feel about those shoes. Keep them on.”
I just smirked at him, then walked over to his phone that was hooked up to the speakers. Once I found what I was looking for, Marsha Ambrosius’ voice poured through the speakers.
See, I’ve been watching you for a while. Your smile and style. Wanna know if I can be with you for the night, alright.
When I turned around, Azani’s eyes were still on me, puffing his blunt harder, body getting more tense the closer I got to him.
Once my hand touched the pole, my body took over, but my eyes stayed on my baby.
I twirled around, making it pretty to start, but I knew how he wanted my body to move, and I was going to give it to him.
The bass vibrated through the pole while I danced.
It was as strong as my heart beating against my ribs.
Every time I glanced at Azani, he looked hungrier.
Eyes low with desire, clenching his fists, then loosening them; he was getting lost in this dance, but so was I.
I slid down the pole, rolling my hips. He sat up in his chair but didn’t move closer.
I recognize the butterflies inside me. Our sense is gonna be made tonight, tonight. All you gotta do is say yes.
As many times as he’d asked me to “say yes,” this song was fitting. When his chair moved closer, I had to remind myself to relax. He was so close, but he still wouldn’t touch me. He was restraining himself, but so was I. It was the song and the energy around it.
But I kept dancing, sliding up and down the pole until he dropped his blunt in the ashtray and touched me. He started from my thighs, right up to my waist.
“Dev... I don’t know how much longer I can watch you like this,” he whispered.
I couldn’t respond right then. I wanted to finish this dance, but the look in Azani’s eyes said he was tired of waiting.
He didn’t grab me when his other hand touched me; he rubbed me, all over my body.
I tried to control the tension between us, but the more he caressed me, finishing this dance was the least of my worries.
“You teasing me, baby. Come here.” He stood, trapping me between the pole and his body.
My breath hitched when he slid the straps of my outfit down my shoulders, kissing everywhere the material touched. His hands caressed my breasts through the lace material, and my knees almost buckled. He looked at me, breathing heavily, still touching me everywhere he knew made me weak.
“Not in here. In our bed.”
He snatched up my robe and slid it over my shoulders. Before I could protest, he tossed me over his shoulders, damn near running out of my dance room. I hung off his back as we passed the security. He took the stairs two at a time, trying his best not to rattle my head on the way up.
When we made it to the bedroom, he dropped me on the bed. I looked around the room, and he already had candles lit and music playing softly; he already knew where he was taking me before he even knew about the dance. I looked up again, and he was already naked.
My eyes dragged all over his body. The man was perfect.
I blinked once, and his hands were back on me, peeling my outfit off slowly.
This time, it wasn’t his lips on me. It was his tongue.
This man licked and sucked from my breast to my ankles until I was finally naked.
I looked down at him, legs trembling, already knowing what he wanted to do to me.
He stared back at me, chest heaving up and down, gripping my thighs and pulling them apart. Then, his lips were back on me. Teasing and torturing me until I lay back on the bed and let him take what he wanted.
“I’ve been waiting days to get to you, baby. Now, I got you right where I want you.”
He spread my legs, kissing everywhere but where I wanted him to kiss. My skin tingled where his lips touched. My back arched from how good it felt to be held by him. I dragged my fingers through his scalp, and his eyes were back on me.
“Tell me what you want. I wanna hear you say it,” he said, giving me that look he always did right before he ruined me.
“I want… I want you to eat my pussy,” I whispered, gripping his hair.
“Then, put it in my mouth. Gimme my pussy. Watch me.”