Page 61 of Tension

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

Vel took the seat beside me. “I had to order ahead with the reservation. I hope that’s okay.”

He lifted the lids one by one. Crab legs. Butter-poached shrimp. Seared scallops. Everything I loved and more.

This man really listened to me.

The warmth hit my chest hard and sudden. He hadn’t brought me here to show off. He brought me here because he listened to what I liked and wanted to give me a new experience.

VEL

I worked the champagne open while Chris stood there taking everything in. The room. The glass walls. The water sliding past us in slow, endless motion. She was quieter than usual, her face calm but unreadable.

For a second, doubt crept in.

“If you don’t like it here, we can get it to go,” I said.

Her head snapped toward me. “What made you think I don’t like it?”

“Because for once you’re quiet and I’m the one talking too much,” I said, setting the bottle down. “You got me feeling insecure and shit.”

She laughed, soft and surprised, and my chest loosened instantly. I loved when I could pull that sound out of her.

“I think you literally have me speechless,” she said. “Why are you nervous? It’s just me.”

“I want our first date to be memorable,” I said honestly. “I need grateful pussy tonight.”

She blinked. Then laughed harder. “What the fuck is grateful pussy?”

“You know,” I said, placing my arm over her chair and moving closer. “When you actually work for it. None of that pillow princess energy.”

“When have I ever been a pillow princess?” she asked, leaning in, her voice almost predatory.

“You put in some work,” I said, teasing. “But I think tonight you could do better. I mean, look around. A nigga deserves some gratitude.”

She tilted her head. “So you did all this for pussy you already had?”

“It’s good pussy.” I shrugged, lifting her chin and stealing a quick kiss. “I need my daily dose of Honeydew.”

She gave me a wide-toothed smile. The one I knew she hated to show but was real.

Then I knew I’d done something right.

“Fuck, baby! If you’re gonna do all that, you gotta wait,” I muttered, one hand steady on the steering wheel, the other firm at the back of her neck. My fingers slid beneath her wig, Monica, curling into her real hair so I could guide her just right.

The date had gone perfectly.

I knew that because I was trying to drive home with Chris’s body folded over the console, head in my lap. My dick was so far down her throat I could feel the soft drag of her swallowing around me, her tonsils tickling the tip.

I’d learned quickly that when I did good, I get head. And Chris loved some car head. Wanted to throw a nigga off knowing I couldn’t resist.

She giggled with me still in her mouth, then let me slip free. “Isn’t this the gratitude you wanted?” she teased, refusing to use her hands. She kissed just the tip, slow and deliberate, then sucked me back in.

I swerved slightly when she licked my balls. She jerked, but I tightened my grip.

“I got it, baby,” I reassured her, but a nigga’s toes were curling.

I pulled over and parked in the back of a crowded parking lot. We were about five minutes from my place, but this nut couldn’t wait. I needed to feel her pussy engulf my dick.