“You know that you get on my fucking nerves, right? Youhaveto know that.”
“That’s a compliment. Toni Braxton is fine as fuck,” he said with a shrug. This time I was the one giving the side eye.
Ohh, nigga you better be careful before you get fucked!
“Because Amaya is too hard for you to say? That’s a big word for you, huh, Elmo?”
“You are impossible,” he laughed.
“Ooh, you breaking out thebigwords tonight, huh?” I teased.
“You know, you picked the perfect career, right? Straight asshole.”
“I picked my career because I like a challenge… and a check,” I jested, knowing that the mere mention of the salary he was paying me would annoy him.
“And youloveto argue with people,” he argued.
“Fuck you!” I quipped back.
“I rest my case,” he chuckled, making me reach over and pop him playfully. Having fun with him was too easy, and the harder I tried to pull it back, the worse it got.
I had already planned my escape for when we got back to the house. I was gonna jump out that damn car so fast that he wouldn’t even have time to stop because I knew his chivalrous ass would try to walk me to the door and might end up walking into some pussy.
“Goodnight!” I said with a small smile, reaching for the door. Before I could pull the handle, I heard the locks engage and turned to look at him curiously.
“We had a fun night, Toni. Let’s not end it with me cussing you out for touching that fuckin’ door handle,” he growled. I swore my pussy screamed louder than the entire B’Day album, but I sat there silently, as he shot around the car faster than the speed of light and pulled the door open.
“Thank you,” I said through puckered lips, both sets. He walked me to the door, one hand guiding me by the small of my back, and I wanted to cuss him out because heknewthat shit was inappropriate, but the way his skin grazed the small section of my exposed skin had me about to cream on myself, so I allowed it. After a second, I wanted to curse him again for fucking up any potential suitors, because I could be up to my ears in dick by now.
“Well, this was… fun,” he said softly as he rocked on his heels with his hands in his pockets.
“It was.” I matched his awkwardness, with my arms crossed over my chest because my nipples were acting as a window straight to my nasty thoughts. “Goodnight, Chase.”
That’s what my mouth said, but my heart and coochie were saying, “Come in this house and fuck me like a slut, Chase! Let me ride your face, Chase! I’ll let you haveeveryhole, Chase!”
He sighed in disappointment and wished me a goodnight before watching me walk inside the house, then I watched through the window as he trudged back to his truck, and drove off.
Once he was no longer in my sight, I fell back against the closed door with a thump, letting out a sigh that sounded like a war cry. I wanted that man so bad, and that was unusual for me. Any other time, I never had to thirst after a nigga like this. I would tell him how I felt and get the dick. If I liked him, then I would bully him into a relationship, if not, I could move the fuck on. To be yearning over this man when I knew he was off limits made mesick.
I drug myself to my bathroom where I followed my nighttime routine and showered. As I lotioned my naked body, I caught a glimpse myself in the mirror, accidentally getting even more turned on because I was fine as fuck.
“Ugh!” I sucked my teeth, opting to sleep naked. Joce wasn’t there, and obviously wasn’t coming back, but I went ahead and locked the door to my bedroom just in case she did.
When I laid back on the bed, and my hand settled between my thighs, I was annoyed as hell because I knew that when a man had you playing with yourself to the thoughts of him, you were losing. That didn't stop me from opening my legs and grazing my fingers over my needy clit.
“Stupid ass nigga,” I whispered to myself, tweaking one nipple with one hand, and toying with my clit with the other. I didn’t even need a toy—the buzz I still felt from the liquor, and Chase’s touches gave my body all the vibration that it needed.
I pushed my own button with reckless abandon and my body reacted quickly.
“Shit!Fuck!” If Joce happened to slip back in, she was getting an earful as my moans bounced around the space. I increased my speed, replaying my newest memories of Chase—the way he bit his lip when his eyes lingered on me, the way his body moved so confidently, how good his mouth would feel on me instead of my fingers.
“Ooh, shit! Please?!” I didn’t know if I was begging myself, Chase, or the heavens above, but whoever it was quickly honoredmy request, granting me an orgasm so intense that my body locked up for a full minute.
“Oh God, oh myGod!” I screamed, rubbing it out until my body went limp. I laid there spread out like a damn starfish as my chest heaved and I fought to catch my breath.
“I still don’t like that nigga,” I grumbled to myself once I could finally breathe properly. Sure, he was nice to look at, and be around, but I didn’t like him—I couldn’t. I had gotten myself into some sticky situations before, but catching feelings for a client was a completely different level of dumb bitch activities. I ended up giving myself three nuts while pretending not to think about him, and I was pissedas fuckthe entire time.
“Idon’tlike him,” I whispered to myself once I had finally worn myself enough to drift off to sleep.
