Jayla
I hadn’t thought this all the way through.
After giving Khalid a cold shoulder that he didn’t really deserve this morning, I figured showing up to his event like Mila had originally suggested was a grandiose way to apologize. But I hadn’t considered the jealousy that would rear its ugly head as I watched Khalid do what he was being paid to do; mingling and dancing with the crowd - the women -, taking pictures and appearing in Snapchat videos with his fans - countless women -, and pouring shots into the mouths of women who had all shown up tonight just to see him.
If he was really just my client, I’d be proud to see that he was going all out to make sure everyone had a good time. But now that we had completely blurred the lines of business and pleasure, I struggled to watch him… perform.
Because that’s what this was.
A performance.
At the end of the night, all of these women would be forgotten about, and Khalid and I would be cuddled up in his hotel suite in our fuzzy, white robes after a few rounds of hot sex. At least that’s what I kept telling myself as things got more and more out of hand, women going as far as trying to grab on his dick because they’d seen its print in pictures and wanted to know if it was real.
It was something I could vouch for - something I was tempted to vouch for to claim what was mine right in front of all their thirsty asses -, but there were multiple problems with that. One, it wouldn’t have been a good look for me nor for him since being an “eligible bachelor” was a huge part of his brand. And two, I couldn’t claim what wasn’t really mine since I’d been the one against doing the whole serious relationship thing.
“Put your stiletto right in your damn mouth,” I thought to myself just as Khalid turned my way to ask, “Boss lady, you good?”
Plastering on my best fake smile, I gave him a nod that must’ve been a little too aggressive considering the way his eyes squinted with concern. But before he could say anything more about it, he was pulled away by a group of girls who all wanted to take pictures with him, one of them even going as far as asking me to do it for them.
I really wanted to take her phone and launch it across the venue. But if Khalid could be in business mode, then I could to, agreeing to take the picture until one of the girls decided to pose by bending over right in front of him.
“Oh, hell no,” I thought, getting ready to set her straight until Londyn jumped in to say, “I’ll take it! Jayla, go grab yourself a drink.”
Before I could protest, her boyfriend Chance, who I really didn’t know well enough for him to be touching me, was already pulling me towards the table of complimentary drinks, shoving a glass in my hand when he said, “You looked like you were about to get the club shut down.”
Doing my best to brush it off, I slammed what was essentially a shot back before telling him, “I’m good. She just…”
“Didn’t have to do all that? I know. It was extra as fuck. But just think about how much potential money you would’ve messed up by slapping that girl upside her head.”
“It’s not about the money,” I blurted, catching the way Chance’s eyebrow piqued as he lifted his own glass to his mouth. And after a thick swallow, he put words to what I hadn’t yet said to him out loud.
“So the feelings are really that mutual, huh? I mean, I know Londyn said y’all were… involved. But it’s a lot deeper than that now, isn’t it?”
Hearing how much he knew about our situation was a little alarming. But somehow, I still felt comfortable enough to admit, “Yeah. It is.”
I wasn’t exactly sure when it happened; maybe when I was bragging to my mother about how great he was, or maybe when he made love to me over and over again the day we played hooky, or hell, maybe it was the day he showed that first little inkling of interest in me at the convenience store when I was at my most unattractive. But what was happening between Khalid and I was a lot more than just some business partners with benefits situation.
It was something real.
“Does Khalid know how you feel?” Chance asked, knocking me from my thoughts as I considered his complicated question.
Of course Khalid knew I felt something for him, but I honestly wasn’t sure if he knew the extent of my feelings, especially with the mixed vibes I had given him last night into this morning. So being as honest as I could, I answered, “Kinda. I mean, we haven’t not talked about it.”
“Let me put it like this. Did you show up tonight on some “surprising my client” shit, or were you really here on some “going to see about my man” shit?”
Shrugging, I answered, “Both, I guess. I mean, it’s complicated, you know?”
“It doesn’t have to be, homie. And I know Khalid fucks with you heavy. So really, it’s on you to decide how much you’re gonna let his little fan club get to you.”
There was more to it than that, more that I couldn’t say out loud without pouring my heart out about my trust issues to who was essentially a stranger. And he didn’t really seem too in the mood to listen to any more of my crap anyway, his focus completely on his woman as she danced her way back over to us.
It was the same way I’d catch Khalid looking at me sometimes, pure admiration in his eyes even when Londyn teasingly asked, “What are you lookin’ at?”
“You just so damn fine. And you know it too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her in a hug and giving her a kiss that basically said, “Fuck who’s watching us”.
Wait.
That means fuck me too.
I turned away from their moment just in time to see Khalid coming my way, his demeanor proud yet exhausted now that things were finally beginning to settle down. But just because he was low on energy didn’t mean he didn’t have enough left in the tank to ask me to dance with him; an offer I was excited to accept because it meant having him all to myself. And as Alina Baraz sang about being someone’s “Fantasy”, I couldn’t help but feel like Khalid was exactly that for me.
My refuge.
My escape.
My fantasy.
Our groove was easy yet intimate as he kept his arms wrapped around my waist from behind while we vibed, the little kisses he sprinkled against my bare shoulder throughout the song making me feel secure in the moment. And even after the song was over, he stayed put for a few more until he completed the hours he was being paid for.
We collected the check and made quick work of getting Londyn and Chance dropped off at their place so we could get back to his hotel room. And once we were there, you would’ve thought Khalid had never been tired at all considering how quickly he pounced on me, grabbing my ass and kissing me like his life depended on it.
Like he had been thinking about it all night.
It was exhilarating to learn I wasn’t alone in that regard as he pushed one of the thin straps of my dress down and moved his lips from mine to my shoulder, biting into it then soothing it with a kiss that had my lips parted in satisfaction. Then he brought his hand to my neck and gently used it to press me into the wall of his suite, keeping me exactly where he wanted me as he completely devoured every inch of my mouth, the flavor of whatever liquor he had consumed during the night only adding to the high.
But I wanted more; needed more.
So with our mouths still connected, I reached between us to unbutton his pants, growing frustrated with the zipper that wasn’t as easy to undo with the distraction of Khalid using a stiff hand to push my dress up over my hips. And I quickly gave up once he pushed past my panties and hooked two fingers inside of me, groaning into my mouth when he discovered how wet I was.
“I missed you,” he whispered against my lips as he created a steady rhythm with his hand, the combination of his words and his touch driving me insane in the most satisfying way possible. And he only upped the ante when he kept his fingers plugged inside of me as he used his thumb to rub circles against my clit, my knees growing even weaker when he asked, “Did you miss me too, baby?”
The only thing I could do was nod, too overwhelmed with pleasure as he slowly removed his fingers and brought them to my lips, allowing me to taste myself before putting them in his mouth to finish off the rest of me in the most salacious way. And now that we were sharing my flavor, it only seemed right to combine the two with a kiss as I slipped my tongue between his lips and devoured his mouth the same way he had done to me, my hands finally making strides on his zipper as I got it down with an aggressive tug then pushed his pants from his hips to find exactly what I was looking for.
Well… almost, his boxers the only thing standing in the way of me and my prize. But instead of pulling those down and taking me right there on the wall, Khalid stepped out of his pants and grabbed my hand to lead me toward the bedroom, the moonlight seeping through the window the only thing illuminating the space.
It was just enough to see the rigid outlines of Khalid’s muscles once he removed his shirt and then his boxers, his dick springing to attention like always as he stroked it in his hand. And while I would’ve been content being witness to that show for a few moments, I was encouraged to put a little pep in my step once he laid on the bed and asked, “Are you just gonna stand there and watch, or are you actually gonna join me?”
In no time at all, I was pulling my dress over my head and tossing it to the side, then stepping out of the panties that were already mangled from before. And when I finally joined him on the bed, it wasn’t to straddle his lap or lay on my back, but to swallow him whole as I used a stream of saliva to create a mess on his dick with my mouth.
“Ohhhhh shit, Jay,” he hissed, his head falling back against the pillow in delight - and maybe surprise since this was the first time I was returning the favor. But tonight was a special night and deserved to be celebrated in a special way that could most certainly become the norm if he kept gassing me up with all these groans, and moans, and mumbled curse words.
It was the type of praise that encouraged me to pull out all stops, switching between sucking him dry and stroking him with both of hands, going back and forth between licking and massaging his balls, and doing things I had only read about but had yet to actually try since Jason hadn’t been deserving of that kind of attention.
But Khalid deserved. And I was going to do everything I could to let him know I was just as invested in this as he seemed to be, using my actions to communicate that I was down for whatever he saw fit for us moving forward.
I was ready to be his.
As if my point had been received, Khalid took complete control of the situation, flipping me onto my back and gliding into me with an easy plunge that took my breath away. And it stayed gone as he stroked me weak, my legs resting against his shoulders as he gave me every inch of his dick. I mean, you would’ve thought he never wanted me to breathe again considering the way he never let up, my screams of pleasure only making him go harder as the headboard continuously crashed into the wall behind us. But not even the thought of hotel security being called on us was enough to stop me from greedily accepting everything he was dishing out, my fingers burying themselves in his hair once he bent his head down to kiss me.
The more sensual his kisses became, the deeper his strokes went, taking a slower pace as he brought a hand to my chin and kissed me tenderly. But just when I thought we were taking the love-making route - another first -, he switched it up on me, pulling out and flipping me onto my belly before diving into me from behind.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he growled as he grabbed my ass and pumped into me with powerful strokes that damn near had me running up the wall. But staying put was far too gratifying to try and escape it, his body hovering over mine as he moved his hands to cover my fists that were gripping the sheets.
In fact, I was just sure I was going to rip them to shreds when Khalid hit another gear, going into overdrive to brand me as he filled every little crevice he could over and over again until I was hit with a vicious wave of an orgasm that made my entire body hum with ecstasy. And thankfully, he wasn’t too far behind me, grunting as he filled me with his essence that only seemed to make my pussy throb even harder as if it was trying to milk him empty.
He fell onto his side, taking me with him as he draped an arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, “That might’ve been some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Might’ve?” I asked, halfway joking, halfway wondering who I had to one up.
But instead of entertaining my little competition, he only chuckled as he planted a kiss to my shoulder before pulling out, his seed already beginning to leak from me when he offered, “I’ll grab you a towel.”
Laying there waiting, I felt completely satiated outside of the incessant vibrations from Khalid’s phone on the nightstand. And while I knew it was really none of my business who was trying to get in touch with him at this hour, I called myself peeking at the screen for emergency purposes, completely caught off-guard when I saw Shawnie’s name attached to the messages.
“Why would she be texting him this late? Matter of fact, why would she be texting him at all?” I thought to myself just as I heard Khalid returning from the bathroom, trying my best not to look too suspicious when I told him, “Your phone was going off.”
He handed me the towel before reaching to check it, the smile of a reaction on his face making my face scrunch in annoyance as I tried to just mind my business. But I couldn’t mind my business knowing who it was on the other end, the sight of him actually responding to whatever she had sent turning my clean-up a little aggressive since I didn’t want to ruin the vibe by voicing my thoughts.
On the other hand, not voicing my thoughts in my last situation was what had allowed things to get completely out of control by the time I did say something. So instead of keeping it to myself, I straight up asked, “Why is she texting you?”
His thumbs went still on the screen as he peeked my way with a confused look. “Why is who texting me?”
“Oh, so he’s going to play dumb now?” I thought, sitting up a little more in the bed to answer, “Shawnie. I saw her name pop up on your phone.”
“So you’re going through my phone now?” he asked with his face pulled into more of a scowl, both the question and the reaction making me sick since that really wasn’t the case at all.
I was quick to explain, “No, it just… popped up. On the screen. A lot of times. She must’ve had a lot to say to you.”
Disappointedly shaking his head, he turned the screen my way to show me, “She sent some of the pictures she saw online from tonight, and asked why didn’t I invite her since this would’ve been her only chance to be on some VIP shit. I told her, I got her next time.”
While the pictures were right in my face, along with every text of their exchange, Khalid’s response only made me frown as I crossed my arms over my chest and asked, “Oh, you got her, huh?”
It was clear he wasn’t catching my drift, only shrugging as he sat his phone to the side. “Yeah. What’s wrong with that?”
He settled into his spot next to me on the bed as I turned his way to answer, “She wants you, Khalid. You said it yourself. So why would you even be entertaining that by texting her all late at night and what not? Do you know what kind of message that sends?”
I was talking about the message it sent her when I really should’ve been talking about the message it sent me as the one he was supposed to be spending time with. But instead of putting me at ease, he only smirked when he replied, “I wouldn’t have even known she had texted me if you hadn’t told me, Jayla.”
He was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t going for it, snatching the comforter over my body as I fell against the mattress with my back turned to him. And instead of just leaving me alone, he rested on his elbow right behind me and asked, “Jay, why are you trippin’ on me? Just because she shot her shot and bricked, that means we can’t have any sort of friendship?”
I flipped to face him so that I could explain, “Just like business, regular friendships have hours. And for us to be doing, whatever this is, I find it a little inappropriate for her to be texting you this late regardless of the context.”
“So what exactly is this then, Jayla? Cause just this morning, you were all on your business shit. But right now’s “hours”, you showing up here tonight, says otherwise. So what’s really good?” he asked, catching me off-guard since I hadn’t been expecting to be put on the spot about it.
My sex-induced confidence about our situation had almost been completely depleted now that we were arguing about other women of all things. And just when I started to come up with something relevant to respond, Khalid cut me off, shaking his head as he said, “That’s what I thought.”
My mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as he turned his back toward me the same way I had done to him earlier. And while I wanted to say more, wanted to put it all out there and just deal with whatever came from it, something told me I had some reevaluating to do first.