CHAPTER EIGHT #3
"Shh." His fingers found the edge of my panties.
"I ain't gon' fuck you tonight. That ain't how I want you the first time. But I'ma give you a taste. Let you know what you could have when you ready to stop fuckin’ around,” His fingers slipped beneath the lace and found my clit, and I gasped, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
This was wrong. But when his fingers started moving in slow, deliberate circles, all thoughts of stopping disappeared.
"Fuck," I breathed, my head falling back against the wall.
"That's right," he murmured against my neck.
"Talk to me Ya’mya," They way he said my name, and how he worked my clit with an expertise that made my knees weak.
He was alternating between soft and hard, slow and fast, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
My breathing got heavier, little gasps and moans escaping while I tried my hardest to be as quiet as I could.
"You wet as fuck," he said, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. "All this from a lil’ conversation? You been needing this, huh? That nigga ain’t fucking you right, is that what you tryna tell me?" "Shut up," I managed, even though he was right.
"Make me."
Then his fingers slid lower, pushing inside me, and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. He worked me with two fingers, curling them just right while his thumb stayed on my clit, and I felt myself climbing higher and higher.
"You bout to cum?" he asked, even though he clearly already knew the answer.
I couldn't even respond. I just nodded, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt, until I came hard, my whole body shaking, a strangled moan escaping before I could stop it.
Trigg worked me through it, his fingers never stopping until I was trembling and hypersensitive and pushing at his chest weakly.
He pulled his hand away slowly, and I watched through hooded eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, his eyes locked on mine.
"Yo’ pretty ass taste as good as you look," he said with a cocky smirk back on his face.
Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead, it was such a gentle gesture after what we'd just done that it made my head spin.
"See you in a minute, Ya’mya."
He unlocked the door and slipped out, leaving me alone in the bathroom, my heart still racing, my dress bunched up around my hips, my panties soaked.
"Fuck," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking as I tried to fix my appearance.
What the fuck did I just do?
I spent the next five minutes in the bathroom trying to get myself together.
I fixed my dress, wiped the smudged makeup from under my eyes, and tried to steady my breathing.
But no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the feeling of his fingers on me, inside me.
I couldn't stop hearing his voice in my ear, telling me how wet I was, how much I wanted him. And he was right about all of it.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom, the line of girls waiting shot me salty ass looks, probably assuming I was in there doing coke or throwing up or some shit.
I made my way back to VIP, my legs still a little unsteady. Rah was back in his seat, slumped down with his eyes half-closed, with a drink in his hand. This nigga was definitely drunk.
"Damn what took you so long," he slurred when he saw me, reaching out for me. "I missed you, baby."
"Missed you too," I said automatically, settling back onto his lap.
And then I felt that pull again. I looked up, and Trigg was watching me from across the section, with the same knowing smirk on his face. He brought his blunt to his lips, took a long pull, and blew the smoke out slowly, never breaking eye contact.
My stomach flipped.
Rah wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, completely oblivious to the silent conversation happening across from us. He kissed my neck, sloppy and drunk, and I let him, but my eyes never left Trigg's. Trigg kept staring. And I kept staring back. This nigga was dangerous.
He was the kind of nigga that made smart girls do dumb shit.
He took another pull from his blunt, his eyes never leaving mine, and his smirk got a little wider. As if he could read my mind. Like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
Bitch you need to stay away from him, I thought. This is how shit gets complicated and people get hurt.
But as I sat there on Rah's lap, feeling his drunk weight against me while Trigg stared at me from across the section with knowing eyes, licking his lips like he could still taste me, I realized I didn't want to stay away.
I wanted more. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him actually fuck me.
I wanted to hear what other reckless shit would come out of that mouth of his. I really wanted to know if this nigga could back up all that cocky ass shit talking that he be doing.
Me and Rah weren't official. We were just vibing. Which meant technically, I wasn't doing anything wrong.
You keep telling yourself that.
I knew this shit wasn’t cool, but still I wanted it. And the fucked up thing about it, was that I didn't even care.