When she looked back up, Danger was focused on her, his finger still curved around the trigger.
“You know what? Just come in. You’re too drunk to be driving.” Caresha said, turning to unlock her door. She genuinely wanted him to sleep off some of that liquor before he ended up in jail for shooting someone or dead from a car accident.
What she didn’t know was that Danger had sobered up the moment that nigga walked up on them. But he’d let her think whatever if it worked in his favor.
Inside her place, Caresha tossed her keys onto the counter and told Danger he could take a seat, promising she’d be back in a second after she changed into something more comfortable. However, to her surprise, when she came out of the restroom, he had made it inside her bedroom and was seated on her bed instead.
Caresha froze, looking him over. “What you doing in here? I told you to sit on the couch and that I’d be back.”
“I got lonely.”
“Bullshit.” She folded her arms, making sure not to head that way, staying near the restroom door.
Danger noticed her hesitation. “I ain’t no creep, Ree.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“Then why you standing over there, avoiding me like the fuckin’ plague…like a nigga would ever bring harm to you?”
Caresha thought about it, sighing heavily. It wasn’t him harming her that worried her. It was him trying to smoothly talk her out of her panties that gave her pause.
Why the fuck did you let him in?
“Ree,” Danger called, pulling her from her thoughts.
“Hm?”
“Come here.”
Against her better judgment, Caresha's feet moved toward him as she reached for his hand to guide him back to the living room. But Danger didn’t budge. Instead, he intertwined their hands and gently pulled her down onto his lap.
“D—”
“Ain’t shit in that living room I wanna do or see, Ree.” He cut her off, whispering in her ear.
Caresha swallowed hard as he leaned his head into the side of her neck, relaxing it and breathing heavily, as if his soul had been weary for quite some time and being with her offered him solace.
“I’ma keep it real with you, ma. It’s been a minute since I had some. And with all due respect, I wanna be in you,and only you.” Danger pressed a kiss to the side of her face.
“Oooh, um…”
“Why you so nervous? You want me to stop? If so, say the words.” He gave her another kiss to the nape of her neck. “And I’ll let you be.”
Caresha's eyes fluttered shut as her chest rose and fell, the seat of her panties growing damp. Part of her wanted him to stop, but another side craved him fiercely.
Because she didn’t say stop, Danger continued on his mission, planting kisses along her neck, and things escalated when a soft moan slipped from Caresha's lips. Fully aroused, he placed both hands on her small breasts, massaging themwhile groaning against her ear. They might’ve been small, but he handled them with a confidence as if they were big.
“Shit,” Caresha squeezed her thighs together, trying to contain herself.
“Nah, don’t do that.” Danger tapped her thigh, signaling for her to open back up, then he squeezed gently.
“I want you,” he whispered once more, slipping his hands underneath the tank top she’d changed into for a real feel of her breasts. “Fuck, Ree. I wanna be in you.”
Feeling her bare skin made Danger’s dick even harder than before. Caresha could feel it stabbing her.
“You feel that?” He asked her.
“Yeah…mmm.” She moaned, lost in the sensation of him twisting her nipples.
