4. Nyle Brown
Clubbing wasn’t my type of fun, but after meeting Brittish, I was more than happy I’d stepped out with my brother.
After dinner with Nannie and Naheem finding out about my dream, he wanted to do something to clear my mind even though I’d assured him plenty of times that I was good.
He wasn’t trying to hear it and kept asking me to go out with him until I caved.
Being the baby, Naheem knew exactly how to get his way. It’d been like that since he was born, and I honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Naheem nudged me with his shoulder and asked, “Aren’t you glad that you came with me?”
I nodded as my eyes scanned the section in search of Brittish.
She’d scurried to the restroom about ten minutes ago and hadn’t returned.
A part of me was beginning to wonder if I scared her off by being too forward, but I couldn’t help myself.
When I saw something that I wanted, I went after it without hesitation.
She was who I wanted to occupy my time for the night, but I figured I needed to change my approach.
“Yeah, I am,” I answered truthfully. “It’s a vibe, but I’ve been telling you I’m good.”
Naheem leaned over and looked in my eyes.
It was crazy how we didn’t have the same father but still heavily favored.
I guess we had Renee to thank for our long hair and rich skin.
While I usually kept my hair wild or in a bun, Naheem kept his braided.
Brielle was the one who took care of our hair, and I swear, she had magic in her hands.
“I know you are, but that shit still bothers me when I think about it. For our own mother to allow that to happen makes me sick to my stomach. If I’m being real, I probably think about it more than you do.”
“For real?”
He bobbed his head before leaning back and taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I do. Not as much as I used to when I first found out, but I’ll say it crosses my mind at least once every two or three days.”
“Damn, Naheem. Why haven’t you ever said anything?”
“Because I never want to be the reason you’re triggered or want to seem like it scarred me more when it happened to you. It’s just hard for me to digest that you were hurt in that capacity. I be wanting to find their bodies and handle them myself, but I know Uncle Benard already did it.”
I rose to my feet, pulling Naheem up by the arm with me. I didn’t care who was watching or the fact we were in the middle of the club. My siblings were close to my heart, and they never failed to remind me that it was the same for them as well. Naheem and I tightly embraced.
I kissed his temple like I always had and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Bro. Don’t worry about me, for real.
I mean it when I say therapy has helped me.
Just because I have dreams and moments doesn’t mean I allow it to consume me, so please, don’t let it do that to you.
I think you need to come to one of my therapy sessions with me. Get the shit off your chest.”
“Wouldn’t that be taking away from you?”
“Nah. It’s simply my cup overflowing into yours.”
We hugged one another tighter and let go. A bottle girl came over with two shots on a tray for us. We toasted and threw them back. I took my seat, picked up my drink, and looked toward the restroom again.
Finally.
Brittish appeared, and our eyes immediately locked in on one another. She gave me a shy wave and went back to her seat. I took the time to finish my drink while watching her. Every few seconds, she would glance over at me. She knew that I was watching, and I wanted her to know.
The dress she wore appeared to be painted on her shapely frame. I loved me a woman with some weight on her, and Brittish wore hers well. On top of that, she was pretty as hell. Between her lips and her breasts, she had me wondering which ones were the softest.
I caught the attention of one of the bottle girls and asked her to bring me two shots.
When she did, I stood up and made my way over to Brittish.
She was sitting with her friend, but when my presence was known, her friend left with no question.
I carefully sat in the seat she was in and offered Brittish a shot. She took it with no hesitation.
“Do you have a man, Brittish?” was my first question. If she did, I’d move right along. One thing I didn’t play with was another man’s woman.
“Nope. Do you have a woman, Nyle?”
“I don’t, but you can be the one to change that for me.”
She blushed and playfully rolled her eyes. “Those lines don’t work on me.”
“Well, what works on you?” My hand hovered over her exposed thigh, and I asked, “Do you mind?”
“Uh, no. I don’t.”
I loosely rested my hand on her thigh and felt her body tense underneath my touch.
When I went to remove it, she placed her hand on top of mine.
She licked her glossy lips and blew a breath through the circle her lips formed.
It was obvious she was nervous, but she surprised me when she kept the conversation going.
“So, you went to school with Zaina?”
“Yes, back in Harley Grove. I haven’t seen her in years, so I was honestly surprised she recognized me. And y’all? You sure y’all aren’t on some sister wives type shit?”
I cackled when Brittish’s jaw dropped. She hit my arm and crossed hers over her bosom.
“Hell no!” she responded, snickering. “She’s married to my son’s father.”
“How old is your son?”
“He’s eleven. Do you have any kids?”
“Nah, but I eventually want them. I’m just waiting on my wife, but I think she might be right in front of me.”
“Didn’t I just tell you those lines don’t work on me?”
“Oh, this isn’t any game I’m trying to spit, pretty lady. The way you got my heart skipping beats and shit, I know it’s something about you. You had me sweating thinking you weren’t about to come out the restroom.”
Brittish’s eyes lowered, and one of her brows hiked. She truly thought I was trying to run game on her when I was being honest. Wanting to prove my point, I held my hand out for hers. She looked at it, then up at me, so I nodded for her to take it. When she did, I put it against my chest.
“You feel that?” I questioned, and she pressed her lips together. “I told you. You got my heart beating all erratic. Don’t make me have a heart attack, Brittish.”
“Oh my gosh. Stop being dramatic, Nyle.”
“As you can feel, I’m not.”
She kept her hand there for a bit longer before removing it.
For a moment, she was silent, but she hadn’t taken her eyes off me.
If she kept looking at me like that, I couldn’t promise I’d keep my hands to myself, with consent, of course.
The last thing I ever wanted to do was make anyone feel uncomfortable.
I never wanted anyone to feel like younger me did.
With Brittish, I could tell it would be hard for me to not want to touch her.
There was a gravitational pull between us that I couldn’t control.
“That worked on me,” she finally admitted. “It was cute, and yes. Your heart was beating like crazy, but so is mine. It has been since you walked into the section. Has your presence always been commanding like that?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Brittish’s face contoured into a confused scowl. “What do you mean by unfortunately? I mean, I figured it would be nice for someone as handsome as you to naturally receive attention in whatever room you step into.”
“Not all attention is good attention, beautiful. Plus, shit like that doesn’t move me.”
I could feel my mind going elsewhere. It was as if God knew I needed a change of direction because the DJ started playing a slow song, one that Brittish immediately started swaying to.
Her eyes were closed as she moved her body to the beat.
Those succulent lips of hers mouthed every word, bar for bar, so I locked the song in my mental for future reference.
For now, I needed to see what that body could do against mine.
“Let’s go dance, Brittish. Show me why you love this song.”
Brittish opened her eyes, gave me a closed-lip smile, and laced her fingers with mine. I followed her lead out the section and to the dance floor. The walk was short, but it gave me enough time to admire the body God had blessed her with. She was extremely sexy, and she walked like she knew it too.
Once we made it to her chosen spot, Brittish backed up on me and started winding her hips against me.
It was a shame how swiftly my member bricked, but it didn’t stop me from catching onto her rhythm.
Getting lost in her was far too easy. I drowned out everyone around us, making it seem as if it was only us and the music.
Brittish wrapped one hand around to cup the back of my neck while the other rested on top of mine that held her ever so tightly.
Her neck craned back. I brushed her hair to the side and whispered in her ear. “Can I kiss you right here?”
She nodded and shivered when my tongue grazed her neck followed by my lips.
Brittish’s body pressed harder into mine.
Our eyes met before our lips did. One simple, brief peck turned into us intertwining our tongues as if our lives depended on it.
I’d turned Brittish around to where we were chest to chest. My hand traveled down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze and slap.
The breathy moan she released against my lips was all I needed to ask, “Do you want to get out of here?”
With haste, she answered, “Yes.”
“Do you want to go tell your friends?”
“I’ll send a text.”
“Say less. Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll take good care of you and your body.”
Once we stepped over the threshold of my house, I guided Brittish back to my room.
Our mouths collided the second the door was shut.
I slithered my tongue into her mouth, carefully moving her back toward my bed where I laid her down.
I savored the taste of liquor on her tongue.
Her kisses tasted good, making my mouth water for what she held between her legs.
Brittish’s dress rose up her thighs, and I could feel the heat coming from her center.
My lips traveled down to her chin, stopping at her covered breasts.
She was highly blessed in that area. From the way they set up, I could tell she didn’t have a bra on.
Her nipples were looking at me as if they were silently begging me to taste them.
“Let me get you out of this,” I stated, standing up and helping Brittish to her feet. My dick stiffened more at how sexily she peeled the dress off, exposing her curvaceous body. I nodded toward her thong and said, “I need you up out of that.”
“Come get me out of it.”
That was all she had to say.
With my hand around her throat, I flicked my tongue over her bottom lip and sucked on it as I lay her back onto the bed.
Her breathing increased. The way her chest rose and fell the further my lips traveled down her body excited me.
My tongue swirled around her chocolate drop nipple, and her back arched.
A light but firm suck had low, pleasing moans escaping Brittish’s mouth, ones I wanted to inhale.
Her hands went to my head, and her fingers parted my hair. I pecked all the way down her stomach, stopping right at the top of her slit. Our eyes met as I pushed her legs back and out before coming eye to eye with her pussy.
“I see every part of you is beautiful, huh?” I ran my tongue up her slit and kissed her lower lips.
“Oh, shit!” Brittish hissed when my stiff tongue met her pearl.
Brittish’s clit was swollen, poking between her lips which gave me easy access to please her. Between each suck and flick of my tongue, Brittish’s moans grew louder. I ate her pussy like my life depended on it. I’d never tasted any woman who satisfied my tastebuds as she did.
When I felt her hands tugging at my hair, I slid two fingers inside her mound. My fingers massaged her spot while my mouth continued to work her clit. I slapped her thigh when her legs suctioned around me.
“Nah, keep them open for me.”
“I’m about to cum, Nyle!”
“What you waiting on, Pretty Lady? Fill my mouth up.”
On cue, Brittish’s legs shook as her nectar filled my mouth. I slurped her up like she was the best thing I’d ever tasted, not wasting a drop of her. Easily, I could’ve kept going. She was fueling something in me, but my member yearned to be inside her.
I moved back to remove my clothes. The second my boxers were around my ankles, Brittish’s mouth was around my lower head. I released a low groan as she spit on my shaft, spread it around, and inhaled me straight to the back of her throat.
“Fuck. That’s how we’re doing it?”
Brittish’s pretty brown eyes peered up at me, and the view from above was stunning.
Her lips seemed to grow fuller around my dick as spit seemed from the sides of them.
The feeling of her tongue snaking up and down with her mouth made my toes curls.
Not once did she gag whenever my head hit the back of her throat, and when she started doing slow but steady movements, everything started tingling.
Not ready to bust yet, I gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss while I stroked myself and positioned her onto the bed again. Once I was between her legs, I slid my head up and down her slit, never breaking our kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” we simultaneously let out when I entered Brittish. I had to stop and feel the pulsing of her slippery walls around my shaft. She was warm and tight. If I wasn’t careful, I’d release prematurely, and I couldn’t let that happen.
Even if it did, we’d go another round.
And another one.
And another one.
If I was only going to have her for one night, I wanted it to be memorable and worth every second. If I had to fuck her until the sun came up and deprive myself of sleep tomorrow, so be it.
Brittish felt too damn good to leave unsatisfied.