-Round Four-
Bella
Princeton was drunk.
Not that he was moving about sloppily or slurring his words. But there was a particular glow in his squinted eyes and an extra curve in his smile as he stared out into the space of the crowd that told me he was well past the point of sober. Though he was really just one of many since we were all well past the point of sober, everybody talking a notch louder than necessary about things that none of us would find appropriate under normal circumstances.
Well… I could only speak for myself since Gina, Little Tony, and Brandin were far from the types to hold anything back no matter the circumstances. But I found myself venturing to their dark side for the night, adding my two cents to their already crazy conversation when I shouted, “Period sex is not nasty! That’s when women are their horniest!”
Brandin closed his eyes and shook his head as if he still wasn’t convinced, taking a quick sip of his drink before he said, “Fuck all that. I don’t care how good and full them titties be lookin’ when y’all on, the red sea ain’t for me.”
“Shittttt. A nigga like me will put a dark towel down in a quickness. Turn the lights off and the shit is just wetter pussy. Ya feel me?” Little Tony added, Brandin’s nose scrunching in disgust at his brother while Gina nodded enthusiastically as if he had made her point.
“See. That’s why I fuck with you, Anthony. You get it,” she said, leaning into him for much needed support since she had easily consumed more liquor than any of us; not even including the liquor we had sipped on the ride over.
And it seemed as if Little Tony might’ve been taking advantage of that fact, dropping his head near her shoulder to groan, “Yeah, I’ma get it alright.”
Her giggles in response told me she was into it enough for me not to intervene quite yet. So instead of getting in her business, I minded my own - all two-hundred plus pounds of him - as he quietly bobbed his head to the music, reaching over to get his attention with a hand against his thigh so that I could ask, “Princeton, you okay?”
His eyes first ventured down to my hand, then up to my chest, and finally on my eyes when he tilted his head back to motion, “Come ‘ere.”
Since I was already sitting right next to him, I couldn’t help but laugh as I said, “I am here.”
But he was adamant, patting his hand on his leg as he emphasized, “Nah, come here.”
While I might’ve been against such a public display of affection any other time, tonight I was happy to skip my ass from my seat onto his lap, crossing my legs and wrapping my arms around his thick neck to keep me steady when I asked, “What is it, Birthday Boy?”
For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at me with the most lustful expression. Though the low, slanted eyes could’ve also been a result of his inebriated state. But I quickly came to the conclusion that it was a combination of both once he proclaimed, “You know you comin’ home with me tonight, right?”
My heart leaped in my chest as a Cheshire cat-like smile grew slowly on my lips, his forwardness along with my inebriated state enough to have heat rushing to my cheeks and between my thighs. In my right mind, I knew I should’ve considered slowing things down, getting a grip on the situation. But in my current mind, I was all in, diverting my eyes as I teased, “I mean… I hadn’t planned on it, but…”
“Well fuck whatever plans you had. You comin’ with me,” he growled, his face diving to the crook of my neck to give it a slow lick, eliciting a moan that turned into more of a giggle since… I can’t believe he really just did that.
It was so lecherous yet so soul-stirring all at once, letting me know exactly where his head was at. Though I still tried to save him when I squealed, “Oh my God, Princeton! Quit playin’.”
“You the one playin’! Showin’ up here lookin’ fine as hell, smellin’ all good and shit. You knew what you were doing, B.”
“Dressing appropriately for the occasion?”
“Nah. Dressing appropriately to get this dick,” he replied before taking another quick dive at my neck that I dodged out of pure amusement while squealing his name. But he didn’t back down, going at me once more when he said, “Only being real, Bella. Unless you ain’t on that, then I’ll chill. But I’m on that. All the way.”
“Yeah, on that liquor that’s got you talking crazy,” I told him, giving him yet another opportunity to back out.
But he only dug himself into a deeper hole when he insisted, “A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts. That’s what they say, right?”
Instead of answering his question, I ran a gentle hand along his cheek, my thumb brushing over the last hint of evidence from the black eye I had given him while he licked his lips in waiting.
“Happy Birthday, Princeton.”
“Make it happier, Bella,” he challenged, inching his head closer towards mine for a kiss.
Though our lips didn’t actually get a chance to connect since Brandin distracted us when he shouted, “Man, how the hell did I become the fifth wheel in this shit?!”
While Princeton and I immediately began to giggle, Gina and Little Tony weren’t paying him any mind which only seemed to annoy him even more as Princeton motioned for me to stand up before doing the same.
“Nah, that bitch bouta turn into a tricycle now. We’re outta here,” he said draping an arm around my shoulder to lead us out.
But I refused to take a step without making sure my friend was good - and in good hands - turning towards her to ask, “Gina, you good?”
“Hell yes. Y’all have fun. And be safe!” she shouted with a smile that made it seem as if she was more excited than me about whatever was to come. And when she added a wink, I knew her comment about being safe was in reference to more than just wearing seatbelts on the ride to Princeton’s home. But he was already dragging us out of the club before I got a chance to even think about a worded-response, waving goodbye instead as Princeton continued his mad dash towards the exit.
I was barely keeping up, giggling as I whined, “Princeton, slow down. My feet hurt.” But instead of slowing down, he lifted me with ease and tossed me over his shoulder like a doll, only making me laugh even harder since I could only imagine how silly we looked to anyone watching us.
“Be careful! I’m afraid of heights! I think my ass is out!” I rattled off through my laughs, my almost-upside down position only making me feel even more tipsy as I watched the view change from the dark lighting in the club to the moonlit street until we made it to a blacked-out truck where Princeton finally let me down. And even there, I couldn’t help myself when I joked, “Ooh, you get the fancy Ubers. I’m more of an UberPool kind of girl myself.”
Princeton shook his head with a grin of his own, opening the door as he instructed, “Bella, just get in. We got somewhere to be.”
“Where do we have to be?” I asked, staying on the sidewalk until I got more details.
But I couldn’t move fast enough once I watched Princeton pull his lip between his teeth and give me a onceover before he finally answered, “Wherever I can devour you the fastest.”
“In that case…” I trailed, climbing into the truck in a quickness with Princeton right behind me.
Once we were secure inside, the driver looked back, then did a double take when he realized, “Yo, you’re “The Prince”!”
Princeton gave him a polite smile, but it was clear he wasn’t really interested in doing the whole fan thing; far more interested in whatever he was cooking up for me according to the heavy hand he already had latched against my thigh. So instead, he made him an offer. “Look, man. I’ll give you a hundred dollars not to say anything about what I’m about to do to this lovely lady in your backseat.”
While I was a little caught off-guard by the mention, ready to scold him for putting our business out there to a complete stranger, the driver seemed excited about the prospect, turning forward in his seat and cranking up the volume on the radio as he replied, “The music is up, my dude. Have at it. Just don’t make a mess.”
“No guarantees,” he groaned more to me than the driver, attacking my neck the same way he had done in the club.
And just like before, I did my best to dodge his attempts, laughing as I told him, “Princeton, you are too damn big to play like this! Here, let me come to you.”
He sat back against the seat with a grin, allowing me to straddle his lap in a way that had my dress bunching at the hips. But Princeton quickly replaced the missing fabric with his meaty hands, his firm grip on my ass enough to make me fall into him just as the truck took off.
“This is already my best birthday ever,” he said the second I sat back upright so that I could see his face, his earnest expression alone enough to prove he had really meant what he said.
Still, I was interested to see what had him so confident, wrapping my arms around his neck to ask, “Calling it early, huh? What makes you so sure?”
“You. And this,” he replied with an extra squeeze that had me biting my lip as he continued, “Your shit was pokin’ tonight, B. You been squattin’ or what?”
While I wanted to laugh - and be flattered that he even noticed a difference -, I could only roll my eyes. “The only thing that’s kept me sane through this whole thing.”
Even with the offer for the article and whatever this was happening with him, nothing in my life was quite settled, nothing in my life was… back to normal. And that uneasy feeling continued to haunt me regardless of how much fun I found myself having tonight, though Princeton saw things much simpler when he insisted, “Well you’re good now. I got you, I promise.”
I quickly brushed him off. “You don’t need to promise me anything, Princeton. You don’t... owe me that.”
“Then just take my word for what it is, love. If I tell you I got you, I mean that shit,” he replied with a certainty that made me feel… warm, and full, and fuzzy and all things I probably shouldn’t have been feeling with a man I really hadn’t even known that long.
But even with that, I still felt confident telling him, “Somehow I never doubted that.”
The smile he gave in response only made all of those feelings elevate, especially once he pulled his lip between his teeth and tilted his head back, motioning for me to come closer. And while our bodies were already mostly flushed together, our lips were the only thing missing, though I quickly made that a thing of the past once I filled in that final gap.
Just like everything else about him, Princeton was a strong kisser, seemingly giving his all as he pecked, and nibbled, and sucked my lips swollen. And it wasn’t just his lips that he kept busy, but his hands as they continued to rove my ass, only heightening the experience as I slipped my tongue into his mouth to taste the remnants of liquor on his.
We were so into it that we hadn’t even realized the truck was stopped until the driver hissed, “Gahdamn. I mean… we’re here.”
Princeton pulled away just long enough to chuckle, tapping me on the thigh to climb off before digging in his pocket for his wallet so that he could hold up his end of the bargain. But once he extended the bill, the driver pushed it back his way when he said, “Man, you can keep the money. Just let me get a pic with you and your fine ass girl.”
“She’s not my…”
“I’m not his…”
Just like our lips, our words had crashed together before our awkward giggles followed. And while I assumed that meant he saw things my way, I was surprised to hear him say otherwise. “Yeah, that’s cool, man. We can take a picture real quick.”
My eyes flashed over to him, but he only shrugged in response as if he was telling me to just go with it. So I did, my red-eyed reflection on the screen immediately making me cringe since I wasn’t sure where this picture would end up. But I still managed to crack a smile as Princeton did the same while the guy snapped a set of pictures before deciding he was satisfied. Then he turned our way to say, “Y’all be cool now. Thanks again.”
“Thank you, kind sir,” I offered, waiting for Princeton to climb out before he helped me do the same. Then we watched together in silence as the guy pulled off down the street before Princeton broke it with one word.
“Bella?”
“Hm?”
“I’m about five seconds from fuckin’ you right here on this lawn.”
My immediate reaction was to gasp until I heard him begin to countdown. “Five… four…”
“Gotta catch me first,” I shouted, taking off towards what I hoped was his front door, though my heels in combination with the extra length in his legs compared to mine didn’t allow me to get very far before he was scooping me up again.
He balanced me over his shoulder with ease as he unlocked the door with his free hand to carry me inside. And while I hadn’t gotten a chance to scope the place out, I could tell we were going up the stairs according to the bounce in his strides and my limited view.
“You’re gonna get enough of carrying me around like a damn championship belt!” I squealed as he gently tossed me on the bed before getting rid of his shirt as I found a resting spot on my elbows to watch.
The man was literally carved of muscle with ripples in places that most people didn’t have. Between that and the little grin he gave when he said, “Never that, B. I like winning too much and I like you too much,” I knew I was a goner.
But for now, I stayed the course - stayed in the moment - sitting up just enough to give my dress the easy yank over my head as Princeton got rid of his pants, leaving us both in our undergarments. And I suppose he couldn’t wait any longer, joining me on the bed for a quick kiss before I told him, “Lay back. I got this.”
His laugh was part-amusement, part-sexy as he fell back onto his elbows the same way I had been. “Oh, you got this, huh?”
“I mean, it is your birthday after all,” I answered with a smirk, kissing my way down his body until I bumped into the already-impressive tent in his boxers. And once I got rid of the last stitch of fabric covering him, his dick only became that much more fascinating, just as thick and weighty as everything else about him as I stroked it in my hand.
His eyes were low as he watched my tease, letting out a satisfied groan when he said, “Man, you have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“And you have no idea how highly you’ll think of me when I’m done,” I replied, giving the tip a lick for a little moisture before adding an extra twist to my stroke that made him grunt.
Still, he didn’t let me get too into it without saying, “Don’t get it twisted, Bella. I already think highly of you.”
“Well in that case, watch me work.”
The gasp he inhaled along with his clenching abs and thighs when I took him in my mouth was all the motivation I needed to pull out all stops, licking, and sucking, and stroking with a rhythm that was beyond satisfying according to the combination of grunts and moans he gave in response. And his reaction only made me hotter, fueling me to give everything I had as I tried my best to swallow him whole and created a mess of saliva that seemed to please him even more.
When I stopped only to wipe my mouth, Princeton sat up and caught me by the chin, bringing my face to his for a messy kiss as if he was rewarding me for my efforts before he whispered, “I am yours.” And while that might not have been my intention going into things, it still warmed me all over as he planted another kiss on my face that was even messier than the first, dragging it from my lips to my neck as I tilted my head back to give him better access.
“You want this dick, B?” he growled near my ear before tugging it between his teeth as he reached behind to unsnap my bra. Then he moved his mouth from my ear to my breasts, the warmth of his tongue flicking against my nipple eliciting a moan - and an answer to his question.
“Y-yessss.”
“Don’t be afraid of it, Bella. Don’t run,” he coached as if he just knew he was going to rock my world.
But regardless of how confident he was in his abilities, I was also confident in mine when I breathed out, “You know I love a good challenge.”
The smirk he gave in response made my heart skip a beat as he held a steady hand against my waist to lift us both, laying me on my back and ripping my panties to shreds in one easy pull before taking a swimmer’s dive between my thighs. And once he flicked his tongue against my clit, I understood his earlier proclamation, feeling claimed as he devoured me like a madman.
My hands first went to his shoulders then to the sheets, fisting them as I fought against his onslaught of pleasure even when he teased, “Come on, B. You runnin’ already?” But I didn’t mind being the butt of his jokes if it meant getting to experience this, if it meant feeling static all over as I squeezed my eyes tighter and hissed his name through what was an easy victory for him in making me cum - hard.
In fact, my eyes were still shut when I felt my weightless legs being lifted into the air by the ankles before Princeton slipped into me with a seemingly- never-ending plunge that had me slipping up the bed to escape it.
“What I tell you, Bella?” he snapped, his tone arousingly aggressive as he tried to meet me again, though this time I stopped him with a hand between us.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…”
Instead of letting me whine, he only moved my hand away gently as he insisted, “Shhh… I got you. Just relax.”
While relaxing with all of that inside of me seemed impossible, I was grateful when I followed directions long enough for us to find our groove, Princeton taking me over the edge with every powerful stroke he delivered as if he was trying to add another victory to his record. But a victory for him was really a victory for us as he caught my ankle to straighten my leg so he could go even deeper, his determination to please making me feel like a champion as I consumed everything he was dishing out.
“This is mine now, Bella. Fuck the bullshit,” he growled as he pounded me into a gratifying stupor, lifting my hips to demand, “Tell me it’s mine, B.”
“It’s yours. All yours,” I groaned, losing the last bit of control I had and floating my way to the promise land for the second time as my response gave Princeton what he needed to get his own according to the warm, sticky fluid spreading against my walls before he collapsed next to me.
My chest was still heaving up and down when I told him, “Pull out method, Princeton. Eighty-percent effective when done correctly.”
“Bella, have you seen you? Have you felt you? The last thing on my mind was pulling out,” he replied, his breathing being just as heavy as mine stroking my ego since he was in much better shape than I was.
But no matter how pleased I was with both of our performances, that didn’t stop me from scolding, “Well we’ll have to work on that or use a condom next time because I’m too old for accidents.”
He hopped up from the bed and headed towards what I assumed was a bathroom when he tossed over his shoulder, “Don’t trip. I’ll spot you some cash for a Plan B or whatever.”
“Ever so generous,” I muttered with a roll of my eyes as I pulled the comforter to my chest and stared at the ceiling, unable to hide the grin as I processed what had just happened; an obvious shift in what I had originally thought of as just a little harmless flirting.
No, things between Princeton and I were well beyond the stage of playing games back and forth. He had made his feelings be known, and I had - kind of - made mine known too.
So now it was time to take a page from the book of Gina and stop blocking my blessings.
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A warm, thick tongue against my neck woke me up, making me giggle as I tried to fight against it along with the sun beaming through the window that signaled it was morning. I wasn’t sure exactly what time it was, but I knew it was too soon for more of him. So I did my best to escape as I rolled over and whined, “Princeton, stop it… Princeton, I’m sleepy, and sore, and… ahhhh!!”
I couldn’t get up from the bed fast enough, taking the comforter with me to cover my nude body and shield me from the beast that was barking at me. And I suppose it was that in combination with my pleas that got the real Princeton’s attention as he slipped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Bella, what’s the… aww hell. Down girl!” he shouted, coming over to catch the human-sized dog by the collar to pull her away.
I was grateful that she obeyed, though I still felt gross all over since I now knew she was the one responsible for all that tongue action. And as I tried to scrub my neck dry with the comforter, Princeton said, “My bad, B. We’re not used to having company around here. This is usually her territory.”
“Well get ahold of your bitch, Princeton,” I snarled, looking down at the dog that looked a lot more innocent under his control - and honestly a little sad since I had gotten her in trouble.
But that still didn’t mean I appreciated her presence nor his sarcastic, “Very funny,” as he yanked her towards the door and said, “I’ma lock her up real quick, then I’ll be back.”
I nodded, their exit enough to calm my thumping heart as I plopped back down on the bed, running a hand through my ruffled hair as I thought about how ridiculous I probably looked screaming about his dog first thing in the morning. I mean, it wasn’t like I was against dogs or even afraid of them. I guess I just didn’t appreciate being woken up by one that big, especially when I expected it to be her owner.
Shaking my head, I found my phone that was on the last of its battery since I hadn’t charged it the night before, scrolling through the collection of text messages that had already accumulated from just this morning. Though I shouldn’t have been surprised there were so many once I saw who the majority of them were from.
“Princeton and Bella sitting in a tree… F-U-C-K-I-N-G.” - Gina
“Hope your uterus is still intact. Hit me when you wake up. DYING for details.” - Gina
“Also, Princeton left his gift at the club. I gave it to Anthony to give to him.” - Gina
“This girl,” I thought to myself with a laugh as I typed out a reply.
“Good morning to you too, Gina.” - Bella
I could already see her responding as if her phone had been in her hand the whole time. And once I read what she sent, I really busted out laughing.
“Bella! OMG. You’re alive. Or are you texting from the afterlife? Cause of Death: Good Dick.” - Gina
“I’m good, crazy. And it was… everything. That’s all I have to share.”- Bella
“How are you though? Everything go okay last night?” - Bella
While leaving her with people who were technically strangers was a risk, I had a feeling Princeton would’ve shut that down immediately if he didn’t trust them to do right by her. Either that or be willing to beat their asses for doing anything out of her comfort zone. But I was hardly surprised to see Gina had held her own once I read her reply.
“Definitely. Had quite an interesting sleepover with Anthony and Brandin...” - Gina
My eyes went wide and I couldn’t have typed out a response fast enough, anxious for more details.
“OMG! They ran a train on you?!” - Bella
“First of all, the correct term is threesome. Second of all, HELL NO. They saw me home safely and I invited them up for more debates since… those fools are hilarious.” - Gina
“Thank God,” I whispered out loud as another message came in.
“But when Brandin fell asleep on the couch… let’s just say big brother had me up cookin’ breakfast this morning ;)” - Gina
I fell back onto the bed with a laugh, the potential of double dates making me giddy as Princeton made his way back into the room. “Glad to see you’re in a better mood now, Scary Spice.”
My lips immediately pushed out into a pout as I whined, “That’s not funny. Your bitch had me messed up.”
“You get a kick out of calling her that, don’t you?” he asked, shaking his head as he made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed next to me.
It might’ve been a little immature, but I couldn’t help the way my pout turned into a grin when I answered, “I do.” Then I sat up a little straighter so that I could shove him in the shoulder and scold, “You left your gift at the club last night, punk.”
“Guess you could say I was a little distracted,” he replied with a grin of his own before tossing a sack into my lap to add, “But I got you a gift too. Made a stop on my run.”
I peeked into the brown paper sack to find what would be our saving grace, scrunching it back closed to ask, “You already went running this morning?”
While I had taken his lack of breath as an accomplishment the night before, the fact that he was able to bounce back from a night of drinking and wild sex like it was nothing had me a little jealous. Though I couldn’t do anything but respect it when he said, “Every morning like clockwork, B. Can’t be lettin’ your fine ass distract me from everything now. But yo, I was reading the side effects on that shit and you should probably stay here today. So I can look after you.”
I quickly brushed him off, opening the bag back up to pull out the box as I told him, “I’ll be fine, Princeton. It’s not my first… nevermind.”
Instead of addressing my statement, he fell back onto the bed, turning towards me to say, “I can’t lie though, B. Last night? Felt like a baby girl. Like a... Princess Lattimore.”
Of course it was adorable to hear Princeton talk about children, the visual of his massive hands palming a newborn making my heart swell. But the thought of the person who pushed her out being me made me sicker than the Plan B pill ever could. Still, I tried to play it cool as I said, “First of all, the last thing you need is a spoiled little princess. Second of all, don’t jinx us like that.”
“Damn. My seed is a jinx to you?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows to really stare me down.
But not even his heavy gaze was enough to change my mind, though I still didn’t look him in the eyes when I answered, “At the present time? Absolutely.”
With all that was going on in my world, I couldn’t even imagine throwing a baby in the mix, especially Princeton Lattimore’s baby. His status came with a legacy, a standard of greatness no matter who he chose as his personal incubator. And not only that, but his child would more than likely be expected to follow in his footsteps and the footsteps before him, fighting for their life and operating out of fear of never being enough.
Honestly, I already felt bad for him or her.
My mind was well into the future, but Princeton was caught up on the past according to the way he slipped his hand under the covers to push my legs apart and ask, “You don’t think I earned it though? I mean, according to your screams I might’ve earned twins. Princess and…”
“A jester. Because that’s exactly what you sound like talking children when we aren’t even… a couple,” I told him with a laugh as I snapped my legs shut, crushing his hand between them.
Somehow he was able to pry them back open and tease, “Might not be a couple yet, but that pussy already mine.”
Since he was mostly right - granted last night’s performance wasn’t some liquor-induced fluke - I could only roll my eyes, climbing from the bed with my “gift” in my hand as I said, “Whatever. Let me take care of this, and… get a shower. Thanks to your bitch, I need it now more than ever.”
“I’m coming too. Help you get the spots you can’t reach,” he said as he followed behind me, though the fact that he was still in his towel meaning he had already showered called his bluff.
I didn’t mind. In fact, I welcomed his presence, cutting on the water as I teased, “Why do I feel like that has nothing to do with soap and water?”
“Because you know me. Now come on, let’s get one more in before you crush my dreams with that little pill,” he replied as he stepped in the shower before reaching back to help me inside, his full frame enough to block the water from even touching me.
But I couldn’t exactly focus on the water anyway since…, “Crush your dreams?”
He shrugged as if it was nothing, moving just slightly for me to catch some of the spray as he answered, “Hell yeah. Pretty girl like you carrying my baby? Who wouldn’t want that?”
I immediately found myself overanalyzing his question, thinking way too deeply about what was surely intended to be a compliment. I mean, why wouldn’t he want someone he found attractive carrying his baby? Then again, I couldn’t help wondering if that also meant he’d take any attractive woman to play the role, the genuine connection I thought we had irrelevant to his apparent dreams.
Instead of staying wrapped up in my head, I tried to focus on the moment - on the good - as he lifted my chin for a kiss that was as sweet as everything else about him. And somehow that was just enough for any residual confusion to dissipate as he pressed my back into the wall and began the first round of many with plans of destroying the evidence later.