Page 24 of Know Your Place

“You know I’m ticklish right there.” She bounced around in my arms, and I loosened my grip on her like I was about to drop her just as we made it to the top step. She clung to me. “Beretta!”

“Call me daddy like you did back at the escape room while I was eatin’ that pretty-ass pussy. You think we gave that white boy a good show?”

Her head tilted back as she laughed. “He definitely got a good show. I got to show him what good dick sucking looked like.” I paused just outside my bedroom door before I turned around and headed back toward the stairs. “What happened? Where you going?”

“I need to kill that nigga. He done seen too much of you.”

Of course, Icelynn’s crazy ass found my statement funny, but I was dead ass serious. Somehow, I knew that she knew that, too, and that made me want her even more.

“Boy, if you don’t go to your room and beat this pussy up like you been promising all night . . . She’s dripping for you, daddy.” She purred the words into my ear, and I stopped dead in my tracks and turned back around. White boy could wait.

Once inside the room, I placed Icelynn on her feet. “Get naked, baby. Let me see you.”

Like a good girl, Icelynn stripped off her clothes. I walked toward her, and she walked backward toward the bed. Our eyes never lost their connection. Something stirred within me. This moment felt different from any moment I’d had with Icelynn. It was like we spoke without using words.

When the back of her knees hit the bed, I quickly took my clothes off and trailed a hand down her curves. Icelynn shivered. I was sure she felt the electricity in the air. I thought that was just a corny ass saying from romance movies, but I quickly realized that wasn’t the case. The shit was real, and Icelynn was the only woman I’d ever experienced it with.

“You’re so perfect, Juicy,” I muttered as I trailed my finger along her waist.

She bit her lip and gazed at me before she responded. “You gotta be the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

This was also new. We always gave each other backhanded compliments because all we really knew how to do was either argue, fuck, or kick it on some friendship type shit, but this was different. Just like I meant it when I said she was perfect, I could tell she felt what she said in her soul. This was a level of vulnerability for us that we’d never reached before, but I was curious to explore it.

“Lay down, baby. Let me look at you,” I uttered.

Icelynn lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Her dainty hand found her center, and she toyed with her clit as I watched, completely under her spell. My hand stroked my rock-hard dick to relieve some of the pressure, but I knew that wouldn’t last long. I needed something warm to slide into. I needed Icelynn.

“She ready for me, Juicy?”

“Ain’t she always?”

I smirked. She wasn’t lying there. Her pussy was like a twenty-four-hour water park, and I couldn’t wait to play in it.

For some reason, everything in me told me to take my time with her tonight, so I slowly walked toward her and lightly brushed my fingers up her leg, to the inside of her thigh, and I gently knocked her hand out of the way so I could see what she was talking about.

I hummed in satisfaction when my finger slipped inside her. She gasped. “You liked when I ate yo’ pussy in that room, Juicy? That why she so wet? You like me pleasin’ you in public?”

“Yes, daddy,” she murmured.

I filed that information away for later. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Icelynn was a wild card, like me. It was why I couldn’t get bored with her. I could be up under her twenty-five hours a day and eight days a week and still not get my fill.

My thumb grazed her clit, and her back arched, inviting me to suck on her hard nipples. I obliged, and she moaned.

“You always taste so good,” I muttered.

“Please . . . I need you.” Her hand caressed the side of my face before she tugged on my locs and forced me to look at her. “Please, baby.”

Baby. I loved when she called me that. It was normally Beretta or daddy, but there was something so soft about her calling me baby that made me want to give her everything she desired.

I kissed her as I climbed onto the bed and nestled between her legs. Our foreplay had happened back at the escape room. Now it was time for the main act, and my dick dripped pre-cum in both desire and excitement.

“Shit.” I moaned as I slid into her. Every time felt like the first. I licked my lips as I thought about that night six months ago when God felt it was time to put something real in my life. Icelynn came in like a damn force, and I couldn’t be more thankful. It was true that I had no idea how to be a boyfriend. I was sure I would fuck up here and there, but I was also sure that from this moment on, I had Icelynn’s best interest at heart.

Her legs locked around me as our middles slowly danced together.

“You feel so good tonight, baby. Shit . . .”

“I ain’t ever gonna come up off you, Icelynn. You hear me?” I moved some of her braids away from her face as I stared into her eyes.