“Could we get a picture?” The girl with cornrows asked.
“Sure! I can jump out real quick if you want individuals.” I started.
“No! With both of y’all!” Box braids quipped before turning her body to take a selfie. I rested my hand in Nola’s lap and leaned in closer to her space. I fought the urge to sniff her jacket or neck from this angle. But what could I say, I loved Nola’s smell. Even from this far back the lights of the bars provided good lighting. Box braids put her phone down and checked on the pictures.
“Ah! This picture is so good! Y’all look so good together!”
“Thanks.” Nola nodded and then the two girls were off and it was just back to being us.
“How do you think she meant that?” I asked immediately. I wasn’t bothered, but I just needed to figure out if I should expect more hits tonight on my alerts.
“You’re being paranoid, honeybee.”
“Hyperaware,” I corrected.
“Well if you’re so hyperaware I kind of feel like we should head back to the hotel before our team does…” Nola whispered in my ear in case anyone was eavesdropping.
“Who’s going to be hyperaware of their location back.” I countered but not with much opposition.
“Whoever wants to come-”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I interrupted and then we’re packing the food back up.
“You know my favorite thing about you.” Nola asked me like it was a pop quiz while her tongue licked around my ear, distracting me.
“What?” I managed, unbuttoning her jeans and slid them down past her hips.
“That you’d fight someone for me.” Nola whispered in my ear while her hand slipped up my shirt to pop my breast out of my bra cup. She palmed my tit before her fingers went to pinch my nipple, squeezing the air out of my lungs. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to get this shirt off of you all night.”
It was like we subconsciously decided we were in a race to see whose clothes could come off faster. But I had already decided I didn’t want tonight to be about me. In return, I slipped my hands down Nola’s boxers and circled my fingers on her clit, making her suck in a breath. Her right arm came to rest beside my head on the wall while I made lazy circles.
We were working on borrowed time as our team was still out partying. I was sharing my room with Poppy for this stretch but I had her location open on my phone so I could watch her dot move.
“Yeah, well, I like fightingforyou,” I breathed into Nola’s mouth. “I like fighting for what’s mine.”
I crashed my mouth against Nola’s, using my weight to push her to the other side of the hallway, her back now against the wall. Her breathing went airy the faster I circled my fingers on her, her breath pouring into my mouth as I finally got to control the tempo of her pleasure.
I kept my eyes open as I watched her resolve disappear bit by bit. From the woman I first saw who wasn’t ready for me to touch her to the first time she felt comfortable enough to let me fuck her.
“I want everyone to know about us. I want people to be scared to fuck with you because it means goingthrough me.”
It was an honor to watch her drop her walls slowly. My patience was now rewarded with her vulnerability.
“The only person who can give you shit is me.” I slowed my rolls along her clit, the change of pace making Nola groan at the shell of my ear.
I used my other hand to bring her neck closer to me, my tongue running against hers, licking up to her jaw to nibble on her earlobe.
“Bee,” she whined.
“Are you gonna come for me already, baby?” I smiled as my pace slowed and Nola’s eyes shot open.
“How much time do we have?”
My eyes glanced over to my unlocked phone, “Let me worry about that.”
I worked my fingers faster again, keeping my touch light the way I learned that Nola liked. I spread her legs wider to get the right angle and then her forehead lifted off mine. Her back arching and her fingers clawing at my pants to keep steady.
“Oh, you’re doing so well for me—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Nola was coming in my hand, her forehead falling to my shoulder, her orgasm barely a whispered groan as her nails dug into my skin, before she found her voice again.
