She always made me feel so comfortable whenever it was time to take things further, and when I wasn’t too sure about something, she didn’t rush me. She let me take my time and figure out what I liked. Turns out I really liked pleasing her as much as she liked pleasing me. She was open to anything I wanted to try, except penetration that wasn’t fingers or my tongue. And just like she respected my boundaries, I respected hers.
“Not you zoning out on me,” Phee laughs, pulling me back to the present. She shakes her head before kissing me and stepping back to close the door.
When she’s buckled up in the driver’s seat, she puts the car in reverse and backs out of the spot. I watched her as she drove back to the house we shared. The day after she proposed, I officially moved in with her. Even though I had practically already moved in, I loved the fact that it was finally real.
It felt right.
It felt perfect.
It was home.
“So…” she says, breaking the silence about ten minutes into the drive. She quickly glances at me before tuning back to the road. “How do you feel about clubs?”
“Clubs?” I ask, slightly confused. “You want to go to a club tonight?”
“Well, I want to take you out to dinner first, but after I thought it would be fun to go listen to music, get a few drinks, and chill for a bit at Rico’s new spot in BR,” she says. “I mean, I guess club is the wrong word to use. It’s more chill, but there is still a dance floor. I haven’t been yet, of course, but I’ve been to one of Rico’s other places that had a similar vibe. It was cool.”
I didn’t know Rico Watson that well, but I’d met him a few times. He was one of Maddox’s friends, and he was the owner of many clubs and lounges all over the West Coast and had a few in Southern Louisiana. I’d gone to one a couple of years ago, and I enjoyed my time, so I wasn't opposed to visiting again.
“Sounds fun,” I smile, but then pause when something clicks in my head. “Wait, since you’re mentioning dance floors, does that mean that you wanna dance with me?”
“Yeah,” she chuckles. “I wanna see the way your hips sway in your favorite dress. You down for that?”
“You ain’t even gotta ask,” I giggle as we pull into the driveway. I pull off my seatbelt and lean over to kiss her. “And I know just the dress.”
“Well, let’s get going, Sweets,” she says, before deepening the kiss.
It was another ten minutes before we finally got out of the truck and went inside to get ready for the night.
Phoenix “Phee” Preston -November 8th, 2025 - Later That Night.
I held Angel’s hand as we maneuvered through the crowd and over to the bar. I wasn’t expecting it to be this crowded, but I should’ve known better. This was still a new place, and everyone was trying to see what the hype was about. I silently regretted not reaching out to Maddox to call Rico and see if he could hook me up with a section for the night. It’s whatever, though. I knew that we were still gonna have a good time.
After taking a shot, I could feel myself loosen up. Even though I stopped after one, Angel threw back a couple more, which I didn’t mind. I preferred to be a bit more alert when we were out together anyway. All I really cared about was if Angel had a good time and that I was able to keep her safe. Couldn’t do that if I were drunk off my ass.
On Sightstarted to play, and soon, the dance floor was overrun with couples swaying to the smooth sounds of the Coco Jones song. She was one of Angel’s favorite artists, so of course she squealed in delight. She grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowd to a spot just big enough for us.
I placed my hands on her hips, and she placed hers on my shoulders as she let the music overtake her. Her eyes closed, and she swayed slowly to the melodic sound. I could feel the heat rising in the room as I watched the way her body moved in the dark blue dress that looked almost painted on her. She smelled good as fuck and felt even better against me like this. My thoughts were anything but PG as I enjoyed the show.
After a while, the song faded effortlessly intoThot Shit,and all that could be heard was the delighted cheering of women around me. I watched in amazement as Angel’s demeanor seemed to change right in front of my eyes. Instead of the soft swaying she’d been doing, she was now turned around and shaking her ass up against me. I held onto her hips and watched attentively like I had front row seats to the best show in the house.
Actually, I did.
“Oooh, shake that shit, baby girl!” some woman beside us yelled out, shaking her own.
That only motivated Angel to bend over a bit more and move her ass in a way that had my heart about to jump out of my chest. I knew I was smiling big ass hell as I smacked her ass, watching it jiggle. She smiled back and pushed up against me even more. I swear I was bout ready to give her whatever she asked for right here on this dance floor.
When her dress started to roll up a bit, I snapped out of my trance and gently pulled her back up. She smiled and turned back around to throw her hands around my neck, pulling me down for one of the nastiest kisses ever. It was the type of kiss that would have your mom covering your eyes when you were younger. I could tell that the drinks were in full effect, and not gonna lie, it was sexy as hell seeing her lose control a little bit. It wasn’t often that I saw this Angel, but it made me feel special that she felt comfortable enough around me to let her guard down.
WhenMUTTbegan to play, everyone went back to dancing with their designated partners, leaving us to go back to our own little world. This song was slower but not as slow as the first time. It was perfect for doing a little innocent grinding, so I took that as an opportunity to show her a few of my moves.
“Ooh, I didn’t know you could move like this,” she giggles, pressing her body against mine.
“I should be saying the same to you,” I smirk. My hands move down to rest on her ass. “You were in here shaking this ass like you were getting paid.” I squeeze gently, and she whimpers softly. I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Damn, you don’t know how much that shit turned me on. You lucky all these people are in here.”
“Don’t sound lucky to me,” she pouts. I raise an eyebrow in amusement, and she groans, shaking her head. “Fuck, Phee, I need you so bad right now. I’ve been thinking about having you all day.”
“How you want me, baby?” I whisper before kissing her ear. I pull her against me even more, and her mouth falls open. “Tell me what you want, Sweets, and I’ll make it happen.”
