Khalid
According to the clock, it was way past time for people to take their asses home. But knowing the kind of company I kept, I was hardly surprised to see there were still a few stragglers hanging out in the living room sipping on the last of the free liquor, and a few of the folks who had spent way too much time out on smoker’s porch chowing down on what was left of the food.
“Less for me to consume, I guess,” I reasoned in my head as I mindlessly made my way to the kitchen for a bottle of water. But my hand went stiff on the handle of the fridge when I realized I wasn’t in the kitchen alone. “You’re still here?”
After the impromptu tour, I had done my best to pay Jayla less mind. Not in an obvious, malicious way, but in a mandatory way since… I wanted her. Wanted to chill with her, wanted to get to know her better, wanted to… shit, finish the night deep inside of her if we’re being real. But every time I thought she was maybe ready to let her guard down even a little bit, she managed to put up another brick in the form of our business dealings.
I understood.
Mixing business and pleasure always had the potential to be disastrous, and I definitely wasn’t trying to mess up what we were building already. But damn, she wasn’t making it any easier for me, her jacket tied around her waist in a way that made her short ass dress seem even shorter. And shorty had legs for days, legs I just knew would wrap perfectly around my…
“Jamila went on a store run with your cousin almost an hour ago, and they still haven’t made it back. We rode over here together, so I didn’t want to just leave without her, but…”
“You didn’t call her?” I asked, thinking that would’ve easily solved her problem.
But Jayla only gave me the most annoyed face when she answered, “Her phone is dead.”
Since I could only imagine what Shaq had gotten the two of them into for them to had been gone that long, I pulled out my phone to give him a call that went straight to voicemail. And after a few seconds, I called again, only to get the same response.
Shit.
While firing off a text to ask the same question I was calling him about - Where the hell are you, cuz? - I asked Jayla, “Are you sure it’s dead? Or is it just turned off? Cause Shaq’s is too, and I know he keeps a charger on him at all times.”
As if the explanation for their absence hit both of us at the same time, my hands stilled on the screen of my phone and Jayla audibly gasped. “I can’t believe her!”
For whatever reason, her reaction made me chuckle. “Relax, Jayla. She’s in good hands.”
“The same hands that climbed his high ass onto the roof earlier?” she challenged, her eyebrow piqued as she continued, “Yeah, Londyn told me all about that. Showed me the video too.”
“I told her to delete that shit,” I muttered more to myself than Jayla, bringing my voice back up to tell her, “Look. Shaq might be a weedhead, pothead, stoner, whatever you wanna call it. But he’s still a decent dude. I mean, he was obviously decent enough to talk your little sis into some… shenanigans.”
“I’m sure it didn’t take much,” Jayla said with a roll of her eyes, returning to the counter to empty a bunch of half-drunken Solo cups into the sink. And it wasn’t until then that I realized that’s what she had been doing before I even came in here, keeping herself busy in Jamila’s absence by dumping out the liquor and tossing the cups into the trash.
“Jayla, you ain’t gotta do all that. I’ll clean up when everyone leaves,” I told her, appreciating the help while also hearing my grandmama’s voice scolding me in my head.
“You don’t let guests do your dirty work, boy!”
She didn’t listen, just kept on dumping and trashing as she replied, “When everyone leaves, you’ll be ready to crash. I might as well help you since I’m still here.”
With that, I figured there was no use in going back and forth with her about it, instead joining in to help her finish the task while asking, “Did you at least have a good time?”
She nodded. “I did. Your friends are… interesting.”
The emphasis she put on the word “interesting” had me quick to defend, “A little different than those bougie boardroom niggas you’re probably used to, but they’re all good people.”
It was that that got her to stop cleaning as she turned my way with her arms crossed and a scowl. “Why do you think I’m only used to bougie boardroom niggas? You don’t even know me like that, Khalid.”
I matched her position, going toe-to-toe as I looked down at her to reply, “You’re right. I don’t. Because you won’t let me get to know you like that.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her lips twisted as if I hadn’t already made myself clear enough.
“It means… hold on.”
If this conversation was going to go the way I wanted it to, it certainly wasn’t going to happen with a house full of people. So instead of getting to the point with Jayla, I made my way to the living room to kick the last few homies out. “Aight, it’s time for y’all to go. You ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell outta here.”
There were a few grumbles about me shutting things down prematurely, a few mentions of needing to get an Uber, and a few others asking about the next one as if housewarming parties were reoccurring things. But eventually, everyone made their way towards the door with Jayla being the last in line as if I was kicking her out too.
In fact, I had to step in front of her to cut her off. “Where you goin’?”
Her face scrunched like I had asked a stupid question. “You just told everyone to leave,” she replied with a little wave towards the door as if I had already forgotten. But I knew exactly what she was trying to do - escape the inevitable, like always - and I wasn’t about to let that happen again.
So I wasted no time making myself clear, taking a step closer and putting a hand to her chin to remind her, “I told them to leave. But I told you to hold on.”
“Khalid…” she breathed as my hand slipped from her chin to the nape of her neck, making sure I had her full attention when I asked, “What are you so afraid of, Jayla?”
Gnawing on her lip, she averted her eyes before she pushed out, “I’m not afraid of anything, Khalid.”
“Then show me.”
Her eyes flashed back up to mine almost panicked-like at the challenge. But I wasn’t backing down, wasn’t about to let this moment slip away from us for no good reason. She knew I wanted her, and I knew she felt the same way about me no matter how hard she was trying to fight it. So even if it took all night, I had no problem waiting for her to make her move or give me the go-ahead to make mine.
She didn’t make me wait.
In the blink of an eye, Jayla’s mouth was flushed against mine as she kissed me like her life depended on it; her tongue slipping past the threshold of my lips to meet mine with slow, passionate swipes and her fingers digging deep into my locs in a way that had me trying to get my own hands on anything I could reach.
They ended up on her ass, gripping hard enough to make her moan into my mouth before she pulled away with a smirk. “I told you I wasn’t afraid.”
By this point, words seemed irrelevant. So instead I only smirked right back, nipping her bottom lip with another kiss that quickly turned into much more once I hoisted her by the back of her thighs and pressed her into the door. And just as I imagined, her legs fit perfectly wrapped around my waist, her jacket falling to the ground as her dress bunched at her hips and her ankles crossed against my back in a way that kept me locked in place while she devoured me with kisses I couldn’t get enough of.
Kisses I could easily get used to.
But kisses weren’t the only thing I wanted. And knowing Jayla, it wouldn’t be long before she started thinking too hard about what was happening between us which meant I had to make a statement and make it fast.
Well, not that fast. But I had to get to the point, had to let her know this was worth breaking whatever rules she had in her head when it came to us, had to let her know I wanted her as more than just a business partner.
I wanted her to be mine.
And even if it took a minute for her to see the full picture, I’d take the glimpse she was giving me now as I moved my lips from her mouth to her neck, giving it a full suck before peppering the same spot with kisses that had her squirming against my erection while she moaned my name.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I growled right into her ear before tugging it between my teeth, causing her head to drop back against the door as she continued to grind against me. And I honestly didn’t think I could get any harder until I heard her whisper those three magical words.
“I want… you.”
It was almost as if her admission put an extra battery pack in my back the way I went into overdrive, gripping into her thighs even harder as I kissed and licked every inch of skin I could reach. But that wasn’t nearly enough to fulfill my craving, so I used the leverage of the door to keep her in place as I moved one hand from her thigh to her pussy, easily slipping past the thin fabric of the panties I had been thinking about ever since I first saw them on her earlier.
And that’s when she went stiff.
Damnit.
I wasn’t annoyed, more so concerned when I asked, “What’s the matter, Jayla?”
The sigh she let out was a little too heavy for my liking, and I was just about ready to let her down to her feet until she answered, “Nothing. It’s just… it’s been a minute. So I guess I may be a little afraid after all.”
I could appreciate her honesty, but I also knew that was the last thing I wanted her to be worried about. So I did my best to put her at ease when I told her, “Don’t be. I got you, I promise.”
Some of the tension left her posture, but not enough for me to feel comfortable resuming without asking, “You trust me?”
With her arms wrapped around my neck, she gnawed on her lip, her eyes teasingly bouncing from side-to-side before a sneaky smile grew on her face. “Well, considering your dick is already poking a hole through my stomach and it’s still in your pants, that’s really a trick question.”
“You’re the one who made it that way. With your fine ass,” I told her with a chuckle and a lick of my lips, happy to see her back onboard as I made the executive decision to move us from the front door to the bedroom.
Once we were there, I eased her down onto the bed, her legs keeping me locked in between them as I got back to the kissing that had started all of this in the first place. And this time when I reached for her panties, she didn’t flinch, instead put her hand over mine and placed it exactly where she wanted it against her clit.
My kinda woman.
Her moans into my mouth as we kissed in combination with her wet pussy gushing onto my fingertips as I played with it had my dick screaming for some action. But I wanted to savor the moment now that I knew she was fully committed to letting it happen, wanted to appreciate every short gasp she inhaled and every satisfied moan she released, wanted to please her to the point that a “next time” wasn’t a question but a guarantee, wanted to…
“Please tell me you have a condom,” Jayla whispered against my lips, making me go a little stiff since I honestly wasn’t sure. I mean, I hadn’t been sexually-involved with anybody on the regular lately, so there really wasn’t a reason for me to keep them stocked.
Except you’ve only been thinking about this moment since you first laid eyes on the woman and should’ve been ready for her whenever and wherever.
With a prayer, I reached past her towards one of the nightstands Londyn had let me keep, blindly fishing around in hopes that she and Chance had just so happened to leave some protection behind. But the longer I dug around, the more my hopes dwindled. And I was just about ready to give up on my search and deliver the bad news when my hand bumped into a foil package.
“This shit better not be old ramen noodle seasoning,” I thought in my head, slowly pulling it from the drawer to discover it was indeed a Magnum. And after making a mental note to thank my new favorite couple later, I climbed from the bed to get rid of my t-shirt and sweats, Jayla sitting up on her elbows to watch me as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Mmm. I see I’m not the only fine ass around here.”
“You made me your client for a reason, didn’t you?” I teased as I dropped my boxers, earning myself another little gasp from Jayla once my dick sprang to attention. Then she licked her lips as she sat up just enough to get rid of her panties, not even bothering with her dress since we both had all the access we needed.
Once I put the condom on, it was game time as I rejoined her on the bed and immediately pulled her on top of me; a move that seemed to catch her off-guard until I explained, “So you can control the pace. Since you claim this dick got you all scared and what not.”
She started to defend, but quickly caught herself once she realized I was only teasing her. Then she rolled her eyes as she pressed her hands into my chest for leverage to lift her hips and sank down onto my dick, every inch she took making the both of us shudder since… damn, she’s wet as hell.
In fact, I was already reconsidering that whole “letting her set the pace” thing once she found her rhythm since I wasn’t sure how long I’d last without being the one in control. But even if I nutted embarrassingly fast, it was worth being able to watch Jayla’s face as she rode me with reckless abandon, her head thrown back and her lips parted in ecstasy as she took me deeper and deeper with each wave.
She was beautiful, but it wasn’t just her beauty that had me captivated. She was riding me like she needed the dick, riding me as if she was releasing every ounce of sexual tension built up between us and wasn’t going to stop until we were both completely emptied.
I loved it.
With my hands at her waist, I met her fire with strong, upward strokes, hitting spots I hadn’t yet reached according to the way she shrieked in response. It was the kind of scream that would’ve definitely had my neighbors knocking back at my old apartment, but was now easily absorbed by the walls of my new home. And honestly, that only made me want to fuck her harder so I could really take advantage of the perk.
“Next time,” I decided as Jayla’s fingernails dug into my skin, surely leaving scratches I would bear proudly as I continued to pound her from below.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t...”
She didn’t even finish her request before she began to throb around my dick through her orgasm, a string of unintelligible words sweetly falling from her lips as she collapsed on top of me. And I was right behind her, a few pumps giving way to a massive explosion that would’ve shot clear across the room had it not been for the spare condom.
Or would’ve gotten her pregnant had it not been for the spare condom.
Jayla started giggling in the crook of my neck, and I wondered had my thoughts actually been spoken out loud until she said, “I can’t believe I just fucked in front of Tupac.”
Now it was me laughing. “Tupac ain’t worried about you, Jayla. He’s minding his own business up in thug mansion.”
She seemed satisfied with that explanation, settling a little deeper against me as our breathing fell in sync. But the silence didn’t last long once she started, “That was…”
“Shhh… let’s just stay in the moment, shorty. We can talk details later,” I told her, wanting to savor the aftermath the same way I wanted to savor the act. I mean, the idea of having Jayla in my bed had been more of a dream than something I could actually bring to fruition. But she was really here, really cuddled up under me, and really rubbing her thigh against my dick like she was already thinking about round two.
My kinda woman.
Since I knew finding the first condom was pure luck, I was already thinking of ways I could please her without using my dick when a shallow series of knocks came from the front door.
“Did you hear that?” Jayla asked, using her elbow to prop herself up and face me.
I did my best to ignore it, closing my eyes and shaking my head against the pillow. “Nope. Didn’t hear a thing,” I told her just as Shaq’s voice came booming through the door.
“Aye, cuz. Open up!” Followed by Jamila saying, “Jayla, I know you’re in there! Your car is still parked on the street!”
Hearing her sister’s voice made Jayla hop out of bed in a quickness, scrambling to find her panties as she hissed, “Fuck. We have to get that.”
I sat up, but wasn’t nearly as hysterical as she was when I asked, “Why? They ran outta here together, so they can stay outta here together.”
Considering they were both grown as hell and Jamila now had a place of her own in town, I didn’t understand why they had come back at all; especially this late. But it was clear Jayla had a hard time believing Jamila was a real adult once she reasoned, “She’s my little sister. I have to look out for her.”
“And like I told you earlier, she’s good.”
“She wouldn’t have come back if she was good,” she defended as she pulled her panties up in a swift yank, making me laugh since...
“Your dress is tucked into your panties.”
With an annoyed huff, she frantically fixed her clothes as I finally moved to put on my own, disposing the condom in the trash and deciding to go commando to save time once Shaq started knocking again. And it wasn’t until we made it to the door that I realized, “Jayla, your hair…”
She was already pulling the door open before I could finish my warning, quick to scold, “Mila, where the hell have you been? I was calling you!”
The smirk on her face told me Jamila had noticed the same thing I had, completely amused when she answered, “And I called you back once I got service, but you were obviously occupied according to this crooked ass wig on your head. Congratulations, sis.”
Jamila started to give a little applause as Jayla’s eyes went wide with embarrassment. But instead of just going to the bathroom to fix it, she snatched Jamila by the arm and growled, “Let’s go.”
“Jayla, wait…”
“I’ll text you!” she shouted over her shoulder on her way down the stairs, dragging Jamila behind her until they made it to her car. And once we heard her tires peel out down the street, Shaq finally spoke up.
“Damn, man. Can’t believe you really let her hit it and quit it.”
With a shove to his shoulder, I groaned, “She wouldn’t have left if your ass had any game. What are you even doing back here?”
His hands went up when he defended, “Hey, man. I’m just trying to be a nigga with morals like you talked about earlier, meaning I ain’t slanging dick on the first night from here on out. If you want me, you gotta get to know me first. I’m not just some piece of meat.”
The laugh I responded with was half-annoyed, half-amused. “So now you wanna listen…”
“I always listen. I’m just not always ready to apply the information,” he replied as we made our way back into the house, the sight of the jacket Jayla had left behind making me angry all over again since she should’ve still been here with it. But instead of her being here, I was left with aggravating ass Shaq who reeked of weed.
Now I really understand why Londyn got so mad at me that night I showed up here drunk.
“The one time your high ass wants to apply my advice, you use it to interrupt my post-fuck vibes. I swear I hate you sometimes,” I told him as I picked Jayla’s jacket up from the ground and tossed it over the back of the couch.
I was tempted to text her about it but decided not to since she was the one who said she would text me. And while I knew she was a woman of her word when it came to the business shit, I was interested to see if that would now apply to what we had going on outside of the business too.