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Instead of asking him about it right away, I first observed the hard frown lines in his face that only made sense once I saw the long ass text message he was staring at. And when he quickly started typing, deleting, and then re-typing his response, something told me whatever he was dealing with had to do with another woman; though I still chose to take a more indirect approach with my nosiness when I finally asked, “Did Little Darnell’s dog eat up another pair of your shoes, or...?”
Like he hadn’t even realized he’d been so zoned in, he responded, “Huh?I mean, nah. Thisis… not even important.” Then he put his phone away and wrapped his arm around my shoulder in what should’ve been a cozy and intimate position but really only felt forced.
Honestly, the entire night had been that way with Darnell and I getting along well on a friendly level but not quite sparking much of a flame beyond that. But considering how distracted I’d been with thoughts of fucking his favorite player and how distracted he’d been with whoever was sending him paragraphs, it made sense that we hadn’t quite been able to connect on that level even though I didn’t exactly regret accepting his invitation since it had provided me some much need clarity.
There was a reason I felt nothing with Darnell. It was because I felteverythingwith Lance. And when I finally got home later that night, I decided it was time for me to do something about it when I sent him a message on Instagram since I didn’t have his phone number.
@BriBriTheeStallion: “Can we talk?”
To no surprise, his response wasn’t instant. In fact, it was well after midnight when my phone buzzed with a notification during the scariest part of the true crime documentary I was watching, my heart racing from both the shock of his poorly timed interruption and then in response to what his message actually said as I read it over a couple times and thought he for sure had to be playing.
@_LanceHawkins: “Yeah, come over.”
@BriBriTheeStallion: “????”
@_LanceHawkins: “Come over, Yani. I’ll be home in ten minutes.”
The way he was suggesting it so casually like it wasn’t the middle of the night honestly might’ve had me confused if he hadn’t already acknowledged that he was on his way home from somewhere. But even then, him telling me to come over like he somehow knew I’d still be awake right now to see his message was spoken with a certain level of confidence that only made sense once I showed up at his doorstep a solid twenty minutes later and was greeted with the silliest, yet also somehow incredibly sexy smirk.
“Lance, are you drunk?”
Grinning, he pulled the door back a little to let me in as he admitted, “I had some drinks with the squad. Had to celebrate our first dub of the season.” Then he locked the door behind us before making his way towards where I was standing in the foyer to ask, “Did you watch it?”
Truthfully, I’d done a lot more watching of Lance specifically than the game itself. And now that he was right in front of me still dressed in his post-game attire that only made him that much more attractive, everything I’d felt in those moments was coming back with a vengeance as I swallowed hard before giving a nod when I answered, “I did. You were great.”
“I was, huh?” he responded arrogantly, making me roll my eyes as he followed up, “Wanna know the craziest part though?”
“What’s that?” I asked, thinking nothing of it until he took a step closer to me. And when he pinned me with his gaze, my heart began to race the same way it had done when I first got his message. Though this time, there wasn’t the buffer of distance as he cleared what little space was left between us and said, “Even with all the excitement of everything going on, how well I played tonight and all that, I still couldn’t seem to get you outta my head.”
Hearing him express the same thing I’d been feeling should’ve been relieving. But with how intensely he was looking at me, I could hardly even breathe, the feel of his fingertips grazing my wrist making me quiver when he asked, “So tell me,Briyana. What are youreallydoin’ here?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” was the weak answer I gave.
It was also the answer Lance didn’t fully accept, leaning in to cup my cheek when he pressed, “Is that all you want?”
The response to his question should’ve been “yes” since there were obviously some things he and I needed to discuss. But in this particular moment, those things just didn’t seem as important as allowing myself to feel whatever would come when I looked him dead in his eyes and answered, “No.”
In an instant, Lance’s lips were pressed to mine for the kiss my body had been craving since our last one got interrupted. Or rather, since ourfirstone got interrupted, the fact that this was still very much unchartered territory for us only making it that much more thrilling to explore Lance’s cognac-flavored tongue with my own, to have his hands gripping into my skin that he’d intentionally pushed past my jacket and pajama shirt to touch, to have his dick -that dick- pressed up against my stomach begging for attention...
When I finally got a hand on it, Lance groaned into my mouth, pulling his lips away just slightly to tease, “That’s what you really wanted, huh? I knew you ain’t wear those little ass shorts over here for nothin’.”
“Oh whatever,” I giggled, Lance quickly capturing my laughs in another kiss as his thick fingers worked to unzip my jacket. And after pushing it off my shoulders, he grinned at his latest discovery.
“No bra too? Yeah, you knew exactly what the fuck you were doin’.”
“That’s only because I was already in bed when I saw your message,” I defended, though I also couldn’t deny that my outfit of choice definitely screamed dick appointment. But really, this was more like a dick walk-in as Lance amusedly commented, “You didn’t really have to come all the way over here to talk though. I mean, you could’ve suggested we Facetime, or text, or shit, waited until tomorrow so we could meet up at a public place. But nah, you pulled up in the middle of the night,looking like this, without thinking twice. And we both know why,Briyana.”
He wasn’t wrong.
In fact, the only thing I’d really thought twice about was if I should keep my bonnet on or not, choosing to go without it since I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what I was walking into. But now that I was here,now that I knew, there was only one thing on my mind. And to make that clear to Lance, I moved my hands to the button of his jeans, slowly undoing both it and the zipper before I pushed them down just enough to free his erection.
Well,almostfree his erection, his briefs still in place and struggling to contain what was clearly a whole lot of dick. But once I pushed those down too, his shit literally bounced out, the sight making my mouth water instantly as I brushed my hand against the smooth skin of his veiny shaft down to the tip and then back up before deciding I needed to taste it.
Lance didn’t let me though, literally taking matters into his own hands when he lifted me off the ground by the back of my legs so that he could carry me into a nearby bedroom. And after depositing me onto the mattress, he was quick about getting me out of the little bit of clothes I did have on, his lips going on a mission to cover every inch of my skin from my ear lobes to my nipples where he took his time giving each of them special attention with his teeth and tongue before continuing down past my navel.
The closer he got to my center, the more anxious I became, practically panting as he teased me with kisses along my inner thighs. And once he tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing completely in anticipation of the moment when his tongue finally made contact with my swollen clit, my body immediately arching away from the bed as Lance used his strength to hold me in place as he straight up devoured my pussy.
I mean, it almost felt criminal how good he was at what he was doing with his tongue, and his lips, and his hands once he used them to grab a handful of my breasts. And when he let his hand travel up even further so that it was wrapped around the front of my neck, I could only assume he was auditioning to be my boyfriend because there was no way in hell I’d ever be able to look at him as just a friend after this.
